Humanity’s strongest soldier - Corporal RiveilleShingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titans)
Before and after
You have to love when someone reblogs something from you, and replaces your credit/link with their own, and then starts telling the people on his blog that he wrote it.
How to treat a woman.
Caress her face. Stare into her eyes. Love her.
I by no means claim to be an expert. But to me romance is the time you spend NOT making love. Yes, all of that time. It’s a 24 hour a day job, loving your lady.
How do I love my lady?
I wake up early, and make her breakfast in bed. On work days. I’m late to work, a lot.
I send her texts that say “You look fantastic today” and when she replies “LOL, you don’t even know what I’m wearing” I send back “I don’t have to, to know you’re beautiful”
I take her for picnics. Walks in the park. Bike rides. We talk on the phone. I take her shopping, I spoil her. Not just with material things, but with time, with emotion, with love, with compliments.
I don’t just make her ‘feel like’ she is the only woman in the world. I make her know, she is the only woman in my world. Time stops for her.
It’s scratching her back when you wake up in the middle of the night, just to touch her skin. It’s snuggling back into her. It’s about shedding the blankets and cuddling to keep warm.
I protect her and stand up for her, because nobody gets away with upsetting the woman I love.
It’s when I come home, with a bouquet of flowers. Her asking “what’s the occasion” and you saying “It’s our anniversary.” Her puzzled look. “Fourty Three months. Six days. Did you forget?” - Make EVERY day special. For no reason at all, except that you want to. For her.
When we go out, for dinner, to a movie, wherever, I hold the door open, I walk at her pace.
It’s about listening to her. Absorbing her words. Feeling what she feels. Not about thinking what you’re going to say next, waiting for your turn to talk.
It’s paying attention, to understand her perfect day, her perfect moment, the times when she is happiest. It’s about fulfilling those dreams with her.
It’s about stopping in a crowded room, staring at her, watching her grace. It’s the moment when she catches you, and not looking away, but smiling at her. It’s when she smiles back, and you mouth ‘I love you’. While all her friends watch. Making her blush, and her heart melt.
It’s whispering something filthy in her ear at the most inopportune moment, and following it up with “Let’s get out of here.” Like at a wedding reception. Or even better, YOUR wedding reception.
Most of all, it’s about sincerity. It’s about doing all of those things, and meaning it, one hundred percent of the time.
I could go on. There’s a million things you can do to be thoughtful. It costs nothing and takes no effort, if you’re truly in love.
I saw him staring. Over his shoulder. Peeking at you. Wondering. He was admiring your hair, lingering a little too long on your exposed back, while we waited for our entrée.
He immediately looked away when our eyes met. I had a smile on my face. He blushed. His nose turned back to his book.
“The man,” I said, “he’s been staring.”
“Oh,” you replied as your head dipped to turn, “which one?”
“With the book,” I raised my nose as if to nod.
“Are you jealous?”
I leaned in and whispered, “he can look, I don’t mind. But later tonight, when you’re writhing on the bed, arms and legs strewn here and there, grasping at the sheets, and gasping about cumming on my face, my tongue, my hands…we can discuss jealousy again.”
I smirked, my hand fell to her knee. Your eyes closed. My hand traced slowly up your thigh, my index finger working small circles, teasing you for what was yet to come. Your eyes closed as you anticipated. I paused a moment at the hemline of your skirt before returning to you knee.
With a gentle nudge I pulled, “I want to see the wet spot in your panties. You can show me now, or at home, your choice.”
Your head turned to catch the attention of the waiter, swallowing hard, you managed to speak, “bill please…”
Imagine this waking up next to your lover seeing the sunset over the ocean, having a double shot coffee and the going for a surf naked, it doesn’t matter because there is no one around. you work during the day at your favourite store and come home swimming like a mermaid till your hands are crippled and your legs feel like they are about to fall off. Love at night, swim in the day. Not having a care in the world. This photo is one of my favourites ever, i want this.
Decided to color it on a whim. 12 HOURS @____@
And yes, Marie is smoking in the classroom before others show up cuz she give no fucks.
i don’t normally post porn sorry
I was testing out some cloud brushes I made in Photoshop last night and went little crazy with them. Each drawing was done under an hour. I will be making a tutorial plus download to the brushes after I finish the next Fisheye Placebo strip :)
okay i saw this post annnnnd i seriously think the ladies need love too