The next chapter of Humanity’s Greatest Bedtime Story will include a trip to the market, a guy getting his teeth punched out, and an awkward sex talk.

SOUNDS LIKE FUN.


One’s person’s “I love how complicated you wrote Levi’s feelings, vulnerable Levi is so cute!” is another person’s “You made Levi weak and cry like a bitch.”

Oh well, can’t please everyone.

(But, in all seriousness, can we please destroy this idea that showing emotions = weakness because I’m pretty sick of that shit.)


Humanity’s Greatest Therapy Session

plinycapybara:

Based off of gothicdancer’s Humanity’s Greatest Bedtime Story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9707745/1/Humanity-s-Greatest-Bedtime-Story 

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The leather chair and maroon rug separated me from the shrink. “You’re Eren Jaeger’s second child, correct?” 

"Yep." I sighed, chewing on the pen he gave to sign some form that I didn’t pay attention to. Just sign here. The rest might as well as have been in Hebrew for all I knew. 

"Well, isn’t this a pleasure. I get the privilege to have the daughter of Humanity’s Strongest and Humanity’s Hope—" 

"Shut…up." I stopped him. 

"Excuse me?" the shrink blinked. 

"Shut the fuck up. If you MENTION the word ‘humanity’ or ‘titan’ in this session, I will rip off your arm." I threatened. 

"Young lady, didn’t you read the terms and conditions—no you didn’t, who the fuck I am kidding, who does?" the shrink lied back. He began to process back into his days in a university setting in Sina, talking about the various kinds of therapies used. "Who are you? Right now?" 

"A paper bag." 

Birth order. The shrink nods. It figures. “A paper bag? Why a paper bag?”

"Why wouldn’t I be?" 

"Does this have to do with your older brother?"

I glanced out the window at the beach—the shoreline in which “Uncle Armin”  had long foretold to be the most beautiful image one could possibly wrap their head around. Five years ago, a town was settled by the sea only ten years after the titan war. I was fifteen when it was finally finished. My brother was twenty, and daddy was forty. Papa, unfortunately, met his untimely end in the final battle at the age of sixty. I am twenty-five—almost twenty-six and I have no idea who am I. Pathetic.

"Tell me the first vivid memory you have about your brother." 

"I’m back from my first year of training!" Daddy and Papa immediately turned to see my older brother, thirteen with the body of a seventeen-year-old, flashing his Trainee Corps jacket. "Is that stew I smell?" His green eyes flashed. His ruffled, black hair—one of the few traits he got from Papa—jumped almost comically the minute he smelled home cooked stew.

"Oi." Papa nodded, "Rabbit stew. Your favorite." 

"Thank you, papa!" 

"A hardy meal for my training spawn?" Papa smiled and rustled my brother’s hair. "Penelope, get down here! Come down here and saw hello to your older brother! Where are you!?" 

"Here I am," I sighed.

"Penny!" My brother grabbed me in full embrace. That heated temperature he inherited from Daddy. Those green eyes. He got everything good from both of them and yet I couldn’t hate him he was just a big, giant teddy bear I wanted to snuggle— His smile, also from Daddy, shined as he pulled away,"I missed you so much! How’s my favorite budding artist?"

"…Good." I answered shortly. "Hey, are you thinking about enlisting?"

"No." I answered shortly. "I already told you that a thousand times."

"Why not? What are you going to do INSTEAD of joining the Scouting Legion!? I mean, come on, our parents are LEGENDS!" My brother’s eyes lit up like Christmas/Papa’s Birthday. 

"…Dunno. Sit in the attic and sketch." I answered. Truthfully, that’s all I ever wanted to do. I was born premature and weak because Papa was a lot older than most people when they have children, so military in my mind was out of the question. And I wasn’t smart like Uncle Armin, either, so military tactician was out the window.  

"Will your pencils defend from titans?" Daddy asked. 

"Tsk." I rolled my eyes and went back upstairs. 

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Some lovely fanfiction for HGBS, everyone! Go read it!



capslockapocalypse:

myrandaroyces:

nick fury has got his arms around natasha like she’s the mother of his child and tony stark is that child and they’ve just heard the news about what tony did at school today and they don’t know how to best discipline him or how they manged to raise such a failure of a child

is that not the plot of iron man 2

capslockapocalypse:

myrandaroyces:

nick fury has got his arms around natasha like she’s the mother of his child and tony stark is that child and they’ve just heard the news about what tony did at school today and they don’t know how to best discipline him or how they manged to raise such a failure of a child

is that not the plot of iron man 2

(via justafrenchinternetfangirl)



musedotmuoffcial:

Things that unite Europe

  • European Union
  • Eurovision

(via buuuuucky-barnes)


Q
what da naxt chapta gon be bout???
Anonymous
A

You’re not getting any spoilers outta me! At least not yet. I mean, I just posted Chapter 27 last night.


Current Track: When I’m Gone by 3 Doors Down


Q
1. Are you currently in a relationship? 2. How is your writing so INCREDIBLE? 3. Anything in particular that inspired HGBS?
Anonymous
A

1. Nope, I’m single!

2. I’ve been writing fanfiction seriously since I was 13 (I’m 24 now), and I’ve always been interested in telling stories. My mother, while being an avid reader, is a horrible storyteller. She would often read to me at bedtime when I was a kid, but she never made up original stories, so I got into the habit of thinking up original ideas to expand upon whatever she had read to me that night (ancient mythology was common). So I guess you could say that I’ve been practicing writing for years because I needed to. (Honestly though I don’t think my writing is that good. I don’t think it’s descriptive enough, and I don’t think my characters’ interactions are realistic enough. Meh. But I’m glad that you enjoy it!)

3. I wrote the first chapter as a one shot simply because I wanted to write something happy and cute. This poor fandom wants its favorite characters to be happy so desperately, so I thought I’d create a scenario where two of my favorite characters (who happen to make up my OTP) would definitely be happy. Since then, there have been some ups and downs, and there will be more ups and downs in future chapters, but I promise a happy ending.