Be Gay, Do Crimes, Stay Hydrated.

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@aleja-gwiazd-biegniemy @grubyszopiel

Everything that you thought had meaning: every majonez dekoracyjny, ciastka HIT, or jajka and kiełbasa. None of it matters as you lie hungry in your kitchen. None of it changes what a tummy ache does to a body, we all hungy. But does that mean our lives are meaningless? Does that mean that there was no point in our being born? Would you say that of our stolen food? What about their taste? Were they meaningless...?

They were NOT! Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous yummies! The anguished yummies! Their tastes have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my Polish Tumblr mutuals do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of Bertholdt Hoover!

My Polish Tumblr mutuals push forward!

My Polish Tumblr mutuals scream out!

My Polish Tumblr mutuals RAAAAAGE!

Hiiiiiii guyssss

Wanna see my fursona?

No? Idc

Love them, would die for them

So sweet

I loveeeee it

Bertholdt had never felt a kiss in his life, nor had he tried to imagine what it would feel like. In fact, the thought of it itself could change his normal state into a flustered mess. Yet although he had never bothered himself with those types of thoughts too much… He had questioned before. And… Well… Reiner had never been too far from the answer. So when his warm, masculine lips touched his, Bertholdt felt his heart flutter strangely. Were those the famous butterflies everyone was talking about? In any case, it felt good. Like all of his worries were pouring out of him. Leaving only relaxation. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the touch, the warmth, the scent of Reiner so close to him- to his own very soul. Him pressing on his skin, his fingers making circles on his face… It was like a promise; an oath that said everything would be okay. He could stay in that kiss for eternity. Bertholdt could feel himself start to float- It was incredible- And to think Reiner- The kiss stopped. Then came back, hungrier. His groan of surprise was muffled by Reiner’s body learning ever more into him; craving the sensation of heat, of steam erupting from their mouth. ooooh yes. This was amazing. The kiss stopped. Then came back, gentler. Bertholdt would fall in love in Reiner’s arms if only he gave the command to do so. For the first time in forever, he felt held; he felt perceived; he felt like he belonged somewhere.

Tint reibert except :3

Reblog if you’re a bitch

Bisexual

Idiot

That

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Hear

Hiiii guysssssss!!!

Idk what to say so enjoy or something

Here's the ref

LET'S FUCKING GOOO

Nie będzie bertholdt pluł nam w twarz!!!

@aleja-gwiazd-biegniemy @grubyszopiel

Everything that you thought had meaning: every majonez dekoracyjny, ciastka HIT, or jajka and kiełbasa. None of it matters as you lie hungry in your kitchen. None of it changes what a tummy ache does to a body, we all hungy. But does that mean our lives are meaningless? Does that mean that there was no point in our being born? Would you say that of our stolen food? What about their taste? Were they meaningless...?

They were NOT! Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous yummies! The anguished yummies! Their tastes have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my Polish Tumblr mutuals do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of Bertholdt Hoover!

My Polish Tumblr mutuals push forward!

My Polish Tumblr mutuals scream out!

My Polish Tumblr mutuals RAAAAAGE!