#she just doesn’t like seeing em get hurt 😔

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa doesn’t know Moon’s crimes,,

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #moondrop #fnaf moon #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #fnaf #fnaf movie #security breach #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #MOON MENTIONED 🌙🌙🌙 #seeing I did sun had to do moon next!! #Vanessa doesn’t know how evil this lil guy is #she just doesn’t like seeing em get hurt 😔 #moon is definitely using Vanessa’s kindness to his advantage BAHA #Can’t get blinded if girly is protecting him #I think Vanny recognizes this and wants to turn the lights on more

[insertcurrentintresthere]

Anyway, please enjoy an abridged list of the random thoughts I had while watching the PJO finale. Spoilers (duh)

I will not be fixing the spelling mistakes for a more authentic experience

LOOK AT HIM GO

This is making me way too happy

he said the word wrong (riposte) 😔

“whAt” -annabeth

GET HIS ASS

He’s on the ground :(

GET HIS ASS - YEAH!!! - FUCK YEAH - GET EM

he got stuck in a glue trap

Annabeth really clutched thyn pearls

That was sOoOoo cOoOOoL

Oh- he’s doing the doctor who thing

Ooo colors

Awww (where is he)

Okay, the helm is a helmet… Or like- an old scuba mask

Sashay away

GROVER<3333333

“Dude”

Sand… on his face

They love each other

She’s so scared for him

THE NECKLACE

SOBS SONS SOBS

WHAY IS THIS

ITS LIKE IN THOR

Luke is spreading propaganda

SPIDER PHOBIA MENTION

I want to go to there

I’m so excited to see Zeus

Why is he sitting like that tho

He’s impertinent or whatever

Where is poseidon :(

His eyes so big

BOY

YES HES HERE WOOOOO

He’s my father he just doesn’t know it yet (I’m a child of Hephaestus, I have no clue what I was talking abt)

What the flip was that

“Everybody”? Really just left out half of the olympians

He zipped away

“The sea does not like to be restrained” (I just really like this line for some reason)

ARES IS A MORON

NO, STOP

THROWING UP

IM GONNA CRY STOP IT

NOOO FUCK YOU

How did I just realize it’s person shaped

HUG HER BACK DUMBASS

THE FUREWORKS

IT WASNT GTIVER NOOOO

Stop it I’m gonna kill you rick

THR HURT IN HIS EYES

LUKE

MO

STOP

NO NO NO NO NO

I CANT FO THIS

WHERE TF IS GRIVER AND HUS SERVHERS LICENSE

LUKE NO

LUKE STOP

OMG STOP IT NO

HES SO SCARED

It looks like a pirate sword

I love how sympathetic they’re making him

This is great

“This isn’t you babe”

WHERE TF IS GRIVER

“I’m sorry”

ANNABETH!!!!!

HELL YEAB

PERIL

WHAT ABOUT GROVER?!

HIS LICENSE

“Kronis”

He’s impertinent

HEHE

I love Mr. D so much

She’s so pretty istg

THEY LOVE EACHOTJER

YES

GROVER

THE FLOWER

HES SO HAPPY

I LOVE HIM

SEASON 2 FORSHADOWING?!

I need to see him in the wedding dress

SHUT UP PERCY

oh no, not the ominous music

SALLY!!!!!!

YIPEEEEE

NO

STOP

SOBBING MY EYES OUT

WHAT STOP

BITCH GET AWAY

I’m so excited for season 2 PLEASE

why does he talk like that

The mom ever

Grandpa >:(

BLUE

Aw, they didn’t kill gabe :(

Haha… reddick

WAIT HE DIED

BOOM DEVORCS

He’s silly, Silly in the way I wanna punch him in the face

KILL HIM!!!!!

#this was ABRIDGED guys #the original list had 179 bullet points #i went a little crazy #PJO #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy series

[celestie0]

ok i thought i would like kai and god how wrong i was ahhaha

when that thing with soccer ball happened i thought that satoru tried to intentionally kick it in kai’s face to create some distance between them💀 him being jealous and overprotective the whole chapter was so hot omg how do u make him so hot. 

i really don’t understand what kai’s goal was with that whole “interview”?? i mean i do but couldn’t he just tell her directly hey you’re just going to need to suck someone off if u want to succeed and not have her go through all of that and embarrass her?? or was the embarrassment the point?? also can we talk about how scary it is to go to a bar with 3 men that are basically strangers and shady asf, like i knew something was going to happen the moment that guy made a remark “you’re going to learn so much under him”. if i were her i would have went with satoru after he had pulled her over lolz but u can see how angry she was at him that she decided to ignore the red flags just to spite him

and the end with satoru saying that he’s going to help her and that she’s enough really shows the difference between him and kai. i hope the last 3 chapters are full of fluffff cause our girl has been going through itttt but i also hope she does make him beg and grovel just because of how bipolar he has been acting.

overall great chapter and definitely worth the wait!!! 

omg dear reader i love how fkn real u keep it always 😭🤣 AND THE LENGTH of ur asks im always so sobbed to see it 😭💕 thank u for taking the time

OMG pls tbvh i thought of that being the case (gojo kicking ball to kai) but changed my mind in the end loool but nah he was just distracted seein them tgthr. and aaa yea he was in overprotective mode this whole chap he just cant help getting involved w her 😭😭

yea i thought a lot ab kai’s motives in this chapter. he clearly likes/was attracted to her since the beginning, but when she rejected his kiss, he realized there’s not rly much to be built there (or in his mind she doesn’t “put out” easy 🙄),, so she lost favor w him and he pretended to look out for her just to be spiteful after that. i guess i liken it to guys that are only nice to girls if they’re attracted to them and/or provide them w something like sex or attention. i think in ch8 he was genuinely looking out for her (albeit not very compassionately), but after she rejected his kiss, he was like meh idc to be careful ab this anymore. but also, i think he himself didnt realize that she is pretty capable and actually has a decent resume/shot at the dreams he gave up on, so the more he learned ab it, the more insecure he became ab his own goals and also her rejection of him, and then bam he felt compelled to embarrass her (grade A asshole). but also, he got her hopes up w a decent sounding job, just to crush em, which he knew would add to the pain

and yea i think her red flag radar was goin off the whole time w kai and her friends but mannn i think she just was rly desperate given everything going on 😔 and yea i mean satoru was always gonna keep an eye on her for sure regardless, but she was angry w him, he was hurt by her, just not a good environment for mutual support and care to occur lmfao. ur so right tho that wld be such a terrifying situation to get yourself into

and i knowwwww reader went thru so fkn much this chapter i felt so bad 😭 but yeah there will probs be more than three chapters haha cuz i have a lot more stuff to cover, but it’s def satoru’s turn to obsessively pine over her lmao.

THANK YOU DEAR FOR THE ASK IM SORRY FOR MATCHING IT W AN EVEN LONGER ONE but your comments just spark sm of my thinking cells haha. hope to see you in the next one <333 💕💕💕

#kickoff #asks

[sequinsmile-x]

okay you made me do this. when you write this and i’ll wish i didn’t know how to read pls everyone know this wasn’t my fault. “just hold me” and “i’m not ready to wake up” 😔🤲🏻

Ok friends, enough people asked for this that I couldn't help myself.

-x-

Retour Des Morts - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 can be read here

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: A lot of talk of grief, difficult conversations, sad, but also quite soft. Maximum hurt/comfort I would say

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

When she first wakes up, she forgets.

For a few seconds, it feels like it was all a dream, that she was back in Paris, alone and an ocean away from the man that she loves, the kid she loves as her own. 

Then she remembers. She’s home, back with Aaron in the house they bought together, wrapped tightly around each other in the bed they chose. She thinks back to when they chose it, how Aaron simply raised an eyebrow at her when she insisted on the super-king, a comment whispered in her ear that a big bed was pointless. They always ended up snuggling anyway. 

This morning was no different, she was pressed into his side, her leg over his hip and her head on his chest. Aaron was awake, his fingers drifting up and down her bare arm, his callouses rough against her skin.

“Morning.” She whispers, not wanting to disturb their peace. There would be so many things that would in the coming days, so much that had to be discussed and worked out. 

“Morning sweetheart.” He replies, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You sleep ok?” 

“I’m not ready to wake up.” She groans, shifting so she can look up at him, the sight of his sleepy face making her chest constrict, something she had missed without realising. He frowns at her, his hand moving to cup her cheek.

“Jet lag?” He asks, his thumb delicate on the soft skin under her eye. 

She shakes her head. “No,” she flashes a quick smile at him, “I think you actually have to have slept when you’re in another time zone to get jet lag.” She lays her head back on his shoulder, trying to press herself closer to him, to soak up everything she had lived without for seven months. “Once we wake up we’ll have to think about everything else. How we tell Jack I’m not dead,” Aaron’s grip on her tightening slightly, “the Senate committee. The team is a mess.” 

“Em-”

“So I’m not ready to wake up,” she says, reaching for his hand and linking their fingers, “not yet.” 

He encourages her to tilt her head to look at him again and he nods at her, a sad smile spreading across his face. 

“Ok, we’ll stay here for a while.” He replies, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips, before kissing her for the second time in quick succession. As if he was still trying to prove to himself that she was here. They pull back and he notices a slight grimace on her face, the way her nose scrunches slightly. “What is it?” 

She smirks at him. “I kind of forgot how much your morning breath sucks.” 

He laughs, a full-bodied thing despite the situation, and it makes warmth spread through her body, making her feel lighter than she had in longer than she could remember. 

“Well yours isn’t exactly great.” He replies, leaning down to kiss her again, the kiss lost in her laughter, a moment of normality in the mess their lives had become.

___

They are in the kitchen drinking coffee when she next brings it up. They are sitting on stools at the island, Aaron’s hand pressing into her lower back. As if there was a chance if he stopped touching her she’d disappear again. 

“What do you want to do with Jack?” She asks, broaching the subject carefully, her eyes fixed on his face to watch for his reaction. 

“I don’t know,” he says honestly, taking a sip of his coffee before putting the cup down, the hand on her back sneaking under her t-shirt, his skin warm beneath hers, “I was thinking I might call his therapist, see what she says,” he chuckles dryly, “although, I doubt even she will have experience on how to handle this.” 

Her throat goes dry, and she hopes he doesn’t notice the slight shake of her hands as she puts her own cup down, her hand coming to rest over his on the counter. 

“He’s in therapy?” She asks carefully, grateful when he doesn’t physically pull away from her. 

It had been something they had argued about before everything went to hell. She told Aaron that she thought Jack would benefit from it, some of his behaviours at times concerning, the grief and trauma he had experienced at a young age impacted how he socialised with his school friends.

“Yeah,” Aaron replies, his eyes meeting hers briefly before he looks back down at their joined hands, “we both are.” 

“Oh.” She says, clearing her throat in a failed attempt to get rid of the emotion that was clogging her airway, threatening to choke her. “Good. That’s good.” Her voice cracks and it’s not lost on either of them, Aaron looks back up at her, his shining eyes meeting hers. “Fuck,” she sobs out, the hand not linked with his covering her eyes as she cries, “I’m so sorry.” 

“Sweetheart.”

He stands, pulling her into his embrace as she continues to sit, her forehead against his t-shirt covered chest as he wraps his arms tightly around her. She holds him back just as tightly, her hands forming fists in the material of his t-shirt. He leans down to kiss the top of her head, and she knows he’s crying too, the heat of them burning tracks where they fell onto her scalp. 

“After you…” he drifts off, not able to say it yet, to acknowledge that he had gone more than half a year thinking he had lost her forever, “afterwards we weren’t doing great. Barely sleeping, nightmares.” He pulls back enough to look at her, his thumb wiping tears away from her cheeks, “it was your mother who convinced me we needed it in the end.” 

She frowns. “My mother?” 

He nods in response. “She invited herself round one day, saw what a mess I was, what a mess this place was,” he says indicating to their home around them, “and she sat me down and told me you’d be angry at me for how I was acting,” he smiles and shakes his head, a dry chuckle escaping, “next thing I knew she had called in a few favours. Jack had a referral to the best paediatric therapist in the state, I had the number of a grief counsellor and there was a cleaning crew on the porch.” 

The idea of it hits Emily like a physical blow. Her mother and Aaron bonding over the loss of her, their grief bringing them in the most twisted of ways. 

“That's…so nice of her,” Emily says eventually, not sure what to say if there were words that came close to addressing it.

“She’s in town,” Aaron replies, wiping another tear from her cheek. He sees how her eyebrows knit together, her unspoken question of how he would possibly know that on the tip of her tongue. “She took Jack once a week whilst I was in Pakistan, it gave Jessica a break.” He smiles sadly. “I think she realised how much she missed out on.” 

Emily hates herself for the unkind thoughts that immediately spring to mind, things she wouldn’t voice even to Aaron. How it was unfair Elizabeth had been able to change once she thought Emily was dead, the care she had sought for her entire life appearing once she was gone. The mother-daughter relationship both had craved but never been able to achieve blooming, like the first sign of spring after the longest winter. 

She doesn’t know how to reply, what she can say, so she simply closes the gap between them, her head resting on his chest again as she seeks out his comfort. 

They stay silent in their embrace, holding each other until their phones start to ring, their peace gone for now. ___

Emily paces their bedroom, nervous energy stopping her from staying still, her thumbnail firmly between her teeth. 

Aaron was downstairs talking to Jack, explaining as best he could what had happened. The therapist had advised Aaron to tell the young boy alone, to give him a chance to process the news. 

It had almost broken her when she heard the excited yell of Jack’s voice when he walked into the house, seeing his father for the first time in months, his joy filtering up the stairs. She waited anxiously as the conversation died down to a suffocating silence, forcing her to blow out steady breaths as all the worse case scenarios whirled around in her head.

As quickly as the house had descended into the choking silence it disappears, replaced by the thundering sound of small feet hammering against the hardwood floors. Jack’s footsteps get louder as he runs up the stairs, something she had warned him against many times before, always worried he’d slip and hurt himself. 

The door bursts open and her pacing stops, her eyes meeting Jack’s as he freezes in the doorway. For a second they stare at each other, taking each other in for the first time in months. He’d grown, was taller than he had been in her head. The months she had missed, the birthday that had passed, making him look different. More grown-up than she had expected. 

They both move at the same time, Emily’s knees hitting the ground with a crack she doesn’t feel, and Jack across the room in no time at all, their arms thrown around each other as Jack sobs into her neck, his grip on her tight. 

“I’m so sorry, baby.” She says, kissing the side of his head, her eyes briefly meeting Aaron’s, who was standing in the doorway watching them both, before she turns her attention back to the boy in her arms. 

Jack pulls back enough to look at her and she wipes his face with her hand, the tears instantly replaced. 

“You’re ok, Emily?” He asks, staring at her as if he didn’t quite believe she was there, that she was real.

“I’m ok, Jack.” She says, even though it wasn’t entirely true, the emotional turmoil of the last 24 hours starting to take its toll. “I’m ok.” 

He hugs her tightly again, and she adjusts them so she’s sitting on the bedroom floor, Jack secure in her lap as she kisses the top of his head. 

She feels a hand at her lower back and looks to realise Aaron has joined them, sitting behind her on the ground and pulling them both into his arms. Holding his family close, knowing exactly how easy it was for them to be snatched away.

___

“Are you sure you want to do this now?”

Emily turns to see Aaron standing behind her, his beard gone and the casual clothes he’d been wearing replaced by a suit, slightly bigger on him than it used to be. She smiles tightly at him and nods. 

“It’s best if we do it now, before the committee hearing,” she replies, her palms on the kitchen counter as she steadies herself, purposely staying out of view of the windows at the front of the house, “she deserves to find out through us, not people she knows from work.” Anything else she was going to say is cut off by the sound of the doorbell, and she blows out a shaky breath, “plus, she’s already here.” 

Aaron closes the gap between them and presses a kiss to her forehead before he steps away, heading towards the front door to answer it before the bell rang again, potentially waking Jack up from his nap. He had fallen asleep in Emily’s arms, exhausted from crying, and they’d put him to bed. 

Emily closes her eyes and takes in a few steady breaths as she hears the door open, familiar greetings exchanged between Aaron and Elizabeth as he lets her into the house, their voices carrying through to where she was standing. 

“Aaron,” Elizabeth says, curiosity lacing her voice, “I wasn’t expecting you back for at least another month.” 

“Well,” he replies, “last minute change of plans.” 

“Is Jack ok, has something happened?”

“He’s fine,” Aaron assures her, “he’s upstairs.”

“Then what’s going on?” Elizabeth asks. Emily can imagine the look on her face, the way her eyebrows would lift, a slight smirk that always came as a chaser to her mother's curiosity. “It’s not like you to call so urgently.” 

“It’s about Emily.” 

She can almost feel the change in the atmosphere from where she is, how things shift from the causal nature of their conversation into something sadder.

“What about Emily?” Elizabeth asks, her voice clipped, a tone of voice Emily could remember from when she was younger. It was the way her mother had spoken for weeks after her father left, heartbroken in a way she would never express. 

Suddenly she can’t help herself, her feet carrying her out of the kitchen and into the foyer of their home before she can think about it.

“Hi, Mom.” She says, not surprised at the shake in her voice, the tension in her body as she holds herself stiffly. 

Aaron and Elizabeth both turn to look at her, and time freezes once again. Elizabeth gasps loudly, her hand covering her mouth as her shock registers, disbelief that the daughter she thought she had lost was standing in front of her. 

“Emily?” Elizabeth walks over to her, shaking off Aaron’s hand that he had placed on her arm to steady her as if he was worried she would collapse. “Is it really you?”

Emily nods, her tears falling from her lash line onto her face, fed up of crying already but knowing there was no use in trying to stop it.

“Yeah, it’s me.” 

Later, Emily would be unsure of who hugged who first, of who bridged the gap that had been dug between them so many years ago, but she found it didn’t matter. She hugs her mother tightly, the smell of her perfume making her think back to when she was young, a tiny thing that lived her life on planes and in foreign countries. 

She isn’t sure how much time has passed when Aaron slips past them, his hand briefly on Emily’s shoulder as he says he’ll make them both a drink.

“Come on,” Emily says, pulling back from her mother and leading her towards the couch, “we have a lot to talk about.”

Maybe, this could be a fresh start for them all. 

___

The Senate committee was rough. All of their abilities, and their character, were torn to shreds by people who didn’t know them, who didn’t care to.

The tension didn’t dissipate when it was just the team left. Fractures of the family they had once been laying around them as if the table leg that Ian had shoved through her abdomen had shattered this too, splinters of the old them left behind. 

It’s awkward. Aaron’s gaze fixed on Derek as he takes Emily’s photo off of the wall. A place where he had spent countless times standing and staring at it as if he could summon her back to life. The carpet beneath it was worn slightly, the tread of Aaron’s shoes making it fade.  

Penelope and Spencer just stare at her, as if she wasn’t real. A figment of their imaginations. Dave hugged her tightly, a whisper in her ear that he’d an inkling that she was alive, that he’d looked after Aaron for her. It was exactly what she’d expect from him, even if she suspected it was bullshit. 

Emily sneaks off to the bathroom before they head home, Aaron’s eyes following her as she walks down the hallway, the only thing stopping him from following her proprietary. She’s washing her hands, avoiding her reflection in the mirror, when the door opens. She looks up to see JJ standing there, her gaze fixed on her. Emily sighs, turning off the running water as she reaches for a paper towel.

“JJ-”

“I just need a minute, Emily. I need to explain-”

“You lied to me,” Emily says, cutting her off, and balling the paper towel up in her hands before throwing it in the bin. “I asked you if he knew I was alive and you told me he did.” She laughs humourlessly and shrugs her shoulders, failing at pushing the bitterness away, the anger she knew JJ didn’t fully deserve rising up in her chest. “What? Did you think Aaron and Jack hadn’t been through enough? That they need something else to live with?” 

She sees the fire building in her friend, the time she had spent in the state department having changed her. JJ had always been fierce, but this was different as if she had seen things even Emily couldn’t imagine. 

“You would have done the same thing, Em. You know that.” JJ pushes out through her teeth, her own anger pushed down. “You would never have stayed away if you knew the truth. It was a measured risk and it was one I’d take again.” 

“You lied to me for 7 months, JJ.”

“And you lied to all of us for years.” JJ snaps, blowing out a breath as she tries to steady herself as she carries on, her voice slightly calmer. “A desk job in the midwest? Should have known that was bull.” She shakes her head. “I will say that the whole being a spy thing makes much more sense.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m not trying to be mean, Em, none of this has been about trying to get back at you. But your actions left me with very little choice.” 

“You think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t know that ultimately this is all my fault? That my decisions lead to them thinking I was dead?” She wraps her arms around herself, holding herself together.  “Of course, I know that JJ, and that is something I am going to have to live with for the rest of my life.” She blows out a shaky breath, and it catches in her throat, and she clenches her jaw to stop herself from crying, having already done that too much in the last day.  “But I can’t live with it right now. I can’t, and I have to be mad at someone. And I know it’s not fair of me, but right now that person is going to be you.” She swallows thickly and looks up at her friend, their eyes meeting. “Ok?” 

There are a few moments of tense silence, and Emily wonders if JJ will disagree, call her out for being unfair, but she doesn’t. She simply nods, a tear falling down her cheek. 

“Ok.” 

___

It takes a long time to convince Jack to go to bed, the young boy fighting against sleep, his concern that he would wake up to find Emily gone again blatant. 

She sits with him, cramped into his twin-sized bed next to him until he falls asleep. She sneaks out afterwards, careful as she rearranges the covers around him. She ignores the pull in her chest as she sees a photo of the two of them together on his nightstand, framed and next to the one he kept there of him and Haley. 

She finds Aaron in their bedroom. He’s sitting on the edge of their bed, his jacket over the armchair they kept in the corner of the room, the bag of belongings she’d brought back from Paris gone, her things clearly packed away. 

“Hey.” She says quietly, smiling at him softly when he looks up. “He’s fast asleep.” 

Aaron nods at her, his gaze falling back to his clasped hands in his lap. “Good.” He replies, a tight smile on his face. “We’ll probably wake up to find him in here with us.” 

“You’re probably right.” She says, walking over to join him, sitting next to him on the bed. Things had gone back to being awkward since they’d got home, the things that had stopped him from being angry at her behind them. Blockades slipping out of place, the frustration he had felt for months flooding through, and she doesn’t know what to do with it, how to handle the look in his eyes whenever they meet hers. “I wish I could make this better.” She lands on, knowing it was the most honest she could be. 

“You should have come to me.” He says raggedly, still not looking at her, his hands tight around something she couldn’t quite see. 

“No, I shouldn’t have.” She replies, and his head snaps so quickly to look at her that she thinks it must have hurt. “I wouldn’t change what I did, Aaron. I did the best thing for you and Jack. I protected you.”

“At the risk of yourself,” he seethes, “I thought you were dead. I visited your grave every Sunday. How did that protect me?” 

“You were safe. You both were.” She says, her eyes staring directly into his, unwavering in her conviction. “That was the most important thing to me. Ian thought I’d taken his son from him, I couldn’t…I couldn’t let him do anything to the closest thing I had to one.” She places her hand on his knee, happy that he doesn’t shy away from her touch. “I’m not sorry for what I did, but I am so so sorry you got hurt, that I left you behind to deal with all of this. But I’m here now, and I’ll be here for however long you want me to be.” 

It was the thought that had kept creeping back to her since she had first seen him in the conference room. They’d shared a bed, and he barely let her out of his sight, but they hadn’t spoken about where they stood. If they were going to pick back up where they had left off. If things were broken beyond repair. 

“I want you to marry me.” 

His words surprise her, so left of field that it takes a moment for them to register, for her to really hear what he said. She chuckles at first, sure he can’t be serious and she squeezes his knee.

“You could have just said that you want to work things out, honey.” She says, dryly. He looks at her again and opens his fist, the small box she had carried home in her luggage in his hand. She knew what was in there, the ring she had stared at every day when she was in Paris, dreaming of a future she no longer believed was possible. “Aaron-”

“I mean it, Em. I wanted to get married.” He says, an edge of desperation to his voice that makes her heartache, constricted with grief for the man next to her.

“Aaron, sweetheart,” she says softly, her hand moving to his cheek, her thumb stroking at his skin, “I’m not going anywhere, ok? You don’t have to propose to keep me here.” 

“That’s not…” he drifts off, his frustration clear as he closes his eyes for a second and shakes his head, “that’s not what this is.” 

“Ok, then what is it?” 

“I’m so angry at you,” he says, and it makes her stiffen, her body tense with fear, she tries to extract her hand from him but he stops her, “but I’m mostly just relieved you’re here, that you are alive.” He places his hand over hers on his cheek, linking their fingers together. He presses his forehead against hers. “I know that we still have a lot to figure out, that there is so much mess to sort out, but all I’ve wanted the last 7 months is you. Us. And I kicked myself for not proposing to you sooner. So, please, just marry me. Everything else we can figure out.” 

She presses her forehead harder into his, her breath skipping along his cheek, and she knows there are a thousand good reasons why this wasn’t a good idea, why they should wait. That this was a moment that shouldn’t be coloured with grief and sadness, fear that they could lose each other. This memory stained with a grim watercolour of emotions it would never be free of. 

But this was all she’d wanted for months too. To be with him, to love him and be loved by him. So she does the only thing that feels right, she nods against him, her head knocking against his. 

“Ok.” She whispers, pulling back to look at him. “Ok, I’ll marry you.” 

The relief on his face is worth everything to her, easing something in her chest as he gets the ring out of the box and slips it onto her finger. She looks at it as if she hadn’t worn it before, as if there hadn’t been many nights when she’d worn it, needing some kind of connection to him to even consider sleeping. 

“We should do it tomorrow.” He says, surprising her again, her gaze lifting from the ring to him. “Just you, me and Jack.” 

She nods at him, her smile tenuous and shaky. There were still so many things that needed to be put right. The shaky trust between them that had once been the cornerstone of their relationship, shaken by her choices and the past she had kept hidden. The team that they valued that was in ruins around their feet, that they needed to help build back up.

They could do it together, she thinks to herself. They always had been stronger as a pair.

“Tomorrow.” She repeats back at him, leaning forward to kiss him. He almost sags into her embrace, his exhaustion showing through after he had spent all day hiding it. She knew he likely hadn’t slept much the night before. She pulls back and cups his face in between both of her hands, the cold metal of her engagement ring against his skin. She kisses his forehead, her lips lingering there as she breathes him in. “We should get some sleep, you’re tired.” 

He half smiles at her, a dimple just about showing through his cheek. “I don’t think I remember how it feels to not be tired.” 

“Can I help?” She asks as they stand up from the bed, about to start their nighttime routines. Her hand reaches out for his, apparently as in need of their connection as he was. 

He pulls her into him, and she almost collides with his chest, a small squeal escaping her as he anchors her against him.

“Just hold me.” He whispers, quiet, as if there was some shame to his request, as if there was anything that could make him smaller to her. 

She nods against him. “Anything you need.” 

They were going to be ok, she would make sure of it. 

-x-

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[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

You know that the whole stargazing date happened when they were still dating on the low. Harry must've been so proud of the work he put into the date but you know what it's your concept so I'm interested in what you're thinking

- 🍓

No bc yes 😔

Sneaking her over in the middle of the night and he’s pointing out starts and he starts to get touchy, at first it’s just her holding him and rubbing her back but then then his hands start to fall and he’s touching at her ass, then rubbing over her thighs and before they know it he’s pushing her thighs open like “see that big bright star? That can be our star.” And shes like “omg H, that’s so cute 🥺 we’ve got our own star” and she glances down and he’s pulling down her panties

“Oh sorry, just got a little distracted”

And she lays back on the pillows and all the blankets he set up for them in the back of his truck and she watches him push up and knee at the fluffy blankets, pulling her panties off and flinging them to the side of his truck (which he later defiantly has the shove them under his seat before he takes her dad into town)

And he teases her for a bit “your little dress is so cute, sweetheart. Why haven’t you worn this for me?” And he continues on with rambling about things she just doesn’t care to hear and she yanks him by the belt buckle and unbuckles his belt

He’d be so shocked but so into it seeing her needy for him like “oh 😳 okay we’ll open your legs.”

And all you can see from the truck is her legs balanced on his shoulders

Please and the whole time he’s like “comfortable? S’not hurting your back or nothing?” And at some point she’s gotta be like “Harry please stop asking if I’m okay.” But he just wants her to be comfortable

Please and they sit there the whole night kissing and making love 😢

And they take breaks every now and then, looking up and the starts and cuddling, then going back to kissing for forever until it leads to him being between her thighs again

And before they know if the sun is up and Harry can feel the cows judging him 😒

And y/n grabs his wrist to look at his watch and she has a little freak out “oh my god, my daddys gonna be up soon enough! I’ve got to go home right now!”

And he pulls her back down “no, no, no, no, no. Y’staying with me. Tell him y’fell asleep at a friends.”

“No, I’ve got to get home. My folks are gonna flip if I’m not home.”

“Y’gonna call home once we’re in and tell ‘em your with a friend. Then you’re gonna get some rest, sleepy girl.”

And he gives her his flannel to cover up with to walk back into his house while he just walks back with his ass out for all the animals to see 😭

And he stays real quiet while she tells her folks she’s at a friend house and then he sends her right up to bed

#okay okay I ran my mouth for way too long #oopsies #cowboy!harry

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Ah yes, What Else Can I Do, or, how they translated it into Polish… To Want Means To Can 🙂

A quick word of explanation, “to want is to can/be able” is a common Polish expression, to which the closest English equivalent would be “where there's a will there's a way”.

No, the translation doesn’t make any sense, let’s get it over with.

+ I have to say I like the line “it’s incredibly beautiful despite so many flaws” over “It's not symmetrical or perfect”

* And here the pain begins

- Because I just- I know why the translators chose these lyrics, they fit the melody, rhythm and movements, sure, and there really isn’t a way to translate “what else can I do” to fit all those standards and yet… I can’t say it’s a good translations, because it’s simply not! It changes the meaning of the whole song and frankly doesn’t make any sense! Because Isabela didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to change, at least not consciously and the whole point is that it came out by accident and now she’s exploring her powers and there was no “want” involved! I can only comfort myself by the thought that it hurt the translators just as much as it hurts me

- I… They just gave up now, didn’t they?

- Come on this isn’t in any way close to the original T_T

= I like the line “Go sis don’t worry (about anything)!” It doesn’t make sense in this context though

+ I like “People let me live” it’s a good line :>

- No plant metaphors for us 😔

+ “Let’s hear a completely new call of completely new days” sounds even more epic than “I wanna feel the shiver of something new”

- Yeah all the lines around it are bad tho

* I mean “Cause if not us then who? Who could rival us?” is a really cool line and “sound-wise” it flows very nicely… I just don’t know how they got that from “Careful, it's carnivorous, a little just won't do”…

- WHY

- WHY DID THEY GAVE MIRABEL “Oh well, don’t say anything, it looks like this is how it was supposed to be, a gift like that is a test from the fate” OVER “You just seem like your life's been a dream Since the moment you opened your eyes” I HATE IT HOW

+ Isa sings straight up “Maybe it’s already too late” so nice I guess

+ Okay but I can’t be completely broken, because right after that mistake they give us this masterpiece “All I know is that you no longer want to be a dream You’d want to rise much higher (Will I manage to rise?) Over sun and the stars fly!” [original: “All I know are the blossoms you grow But it's awesome to see how you rise (How far can I rise?) Through the roof, to the skies, let's go!”] which is pure poetry I love it

* Would’ve been even better if they’d mentioned the dream part in the previous verse like they should’ve but I guess I wont complain

+ I… Did they translate the song from the back to the beginning? Because here the lines “You’re capable of more if you start appreciating what life gives you (Go sis don’t worry!)” fit perfectly and I guess they wanted to keep the paraphrase that happens in the original, but this line just didn’t work when they used it the first time

+ “Let your imagination run free Throw them on their knees” is cooler than “Show 'em what you can do Show 'em what you can do”

Phew, okay so to some it up, Polish What Else Can I do, or rather To Want Means to Can is a pretty good song… as long as you don’t know the original lyrics. And ignore the whole context. And half of the song. Okay so maybe it’s not that good ejiowfewjowe I don’t know, there are a few moments I like but… that’s it. The rest is just. Bad. And I’m very sorry to the translators because I know you guys are fantastic I mean, the whole rest of the movie is amazingly translated, so I guess they had to trip somewhere…

#my post #encanto #what else can i do #isabela madrigal #languages #dubbing #polish dubbing #translations #encanto song #translation analysis #blue's bafflegabs #and now only all of you left #at least well finish on a positive note #and a quick question since i have a few ideas for next dubbing analysis #are there actually any english speaking people interested in those? #cause if theres just one such person actually reading those i might just write them in polish #definitely would be easier #so thats why im asking is anyone even reading these posts?

[w1ldthoughts]

I also think Jack going straight back to his roster after having a mental breakdown over Zoey leaving is wildddddddd😭 like why is he doing this 😪

I just want him and Zoey to be happy together, but like he really told her to wake up and she's not special 😔 like I'm so upset for them both. Zoey deserves more and Jack needs time to emotionally mature.

I'm excited to see Urban playing an active role next chapter!

⭐️

Jack is dead wrong and he knows that but he cannot stop overcompensating instead of just being real😂it’s tragic but men cannot admit when they’re wrong until it’s pretty much too late so I wanted to keep that consistent. He also really has convinced himself that he doesn’t want to date Zoey so it’ll take a minute for him to get it together. He was nasty for that though.

And yes she deserves the world🥺 he really lashed out at her and hit her where it hurts and he’s definitely going to get a taste of his own medicine soon…

Our king Urban will be back and will be our voice of reason because he’s not about the bullshit at all.

I’ll be writing today so prepare for more of an emotional rollercoaster!!!

I love these asks btw keep ‘em coming🤭

#anon asks #jack x zoey

[i-lovethatforme]

Theory !!!!! Peter met MJ’s dad on the time between homecoming and far from home , that period where he fell in love with her !

Sad that we are not getting even a deleted scene about that kind of moments where they (and Ned) where bonding and Peter was pining way to hard .😭😭😭😔

listen... i am crying. how i imagine a scene like that... (also when we get peter and mj and ned talking about how uncool and unsubtle peter was over mj t and y!)

“Where are we going?” she shouts, her hands scrambling over his face and she’s pretty sure he can’t see but he’s not complaining.

“Er, I dunno,” he screams, his arm tight around her waist as she feels every muscle in his body tighten to swing them around a corner. “Your house?”

Her first thought is at least she’ll be able to put on some fluffy socks and a sweater and have one to six cups of tea but then she thinks about her dad sitting in his wingback armchair sharpening a knife as they speak.

“No! My dad will kill you!”

“I thought you said your dad really likes me?!” he replies, and the hurt in his voice is evident, as though his identity wasn’t just out for all to see.

She thinks her dad would get over the leaked video of Peter being accused of murder because he never liked Jameson anyway and he thinks the Daily Bugle is trash but he’s still not going to enjoy MJ dating a vigilante. The main reason she hasn’t told him yet.

Wait.

“When did I tell you he really likes - watch out! pigeons! - you?” she asks, really wishing they were having this conversation on the ground. She attempts to reposition and he slows down as she climbs onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“You must remember, MJ,” he wheezes, narrowly avoiding another helicopter. MJ decides she doesn’t really care where they’re going and Peter’s much faster now he has two arms and she trusts him anyway so if she closes her eyes and buries her face in the crook of his neck that’s just good sense.

“You told me at decathlon that he - hold on,” he says, and she feels her body fly away from him but he catches her with a hand against her waist. She feels the temperature change but keeps her eyes closed anyway.

“He thought it was really sweet that I stayed with you when he was late to the bus station.”

“After Washington?!” she asks, her eyes flying open in time to see the train hurtling towards them.

“Train! Train! Holy fu -”

“I’ve got you, Em. I’ve got you,” he says, his thumb rubbing across her thigh and it’s strange how much his voice soothes her. Despite running from the city and Peter swinging her towards trains, even though his track record with avoiding them isn’t great seeing as he was hit by one like a week ago, she still trusts him with everything.

“I think I said he said it was nice or whatever!”

“You never took it back!” he says, now crawling through the tunnel upside down as opposed to swinging which doesn’t make her feel any better at all.

“We need to get out of here,” she says.

“I’ve got a plan…”

“I trust you,” she says, a quick kiss to the back of his neck. She said it too soon because he drops without warning, his hand coming out to keep her from crashing onto the top of the B train.

“So, how mad do you think he’ll be?” he asks casually, as though he’s not laying on top of her on top of a high speed train.

“Are you kidding me right now, Peter?” she shouts, her voice shaky.

“I won’t drop you,” he replies, the mechanical eyes practically watering at the sincerity of his tone.

“I know,” she sighs, letting him rest his forehead against hers. It’s oddly calm up here, the sounds of the train and Peter’s heartbeat against her chest and the fact no one knows they’re here.

“So, do you want to text him or -”

“Peter.”

“Right. Not the time… I can ask Karen to do it?”

“You’re so - wait, why do you have his number?”

“Emergencies,” he stutters out. “Oh look, it’s our stop.”

And before she can scream at him again he’s swinging them past pedestrians and her voice is drowned out by the annoyance of New Yorkers who just want to get on the subway and must there be someone in a weird outfit ruining things all the time?

#spideychelle #nwh spoilers #petermj #spiderman no way home

[jaegerbroshoe]

Chapter 139 Thoughts

In summary:

Live Reaction

1) I’m so nervous omg. It’s finally hitting me that this is the last chapter?? And that this is my last time experiencing a chapter for the first time??

2) Holy shit.

3) So we are getting a confrontation between Eren and friends???

4) “Toward the Tree on That Hill”. I did not expect that for the title. BUT, maybe there’s more to the “see you later, Eren” scene then?? (Edit: 🤡🤡🤡)

5) Armin, SHUT UP. He doesn’t owe that bitch anything after what she did to him. Smfh.

6) Ok, I will take this moment to gloat and say, I TOLD YOU ALL THAT WAS HIS PLAN. I TOLD YOU. It was so obvious honestly. 

7) I’m just laughing at how Isayama is explaining it all in detail using the arguments I made in my posts, including the comparison to the Tyburs.

8) So Eren did kill a lot of people to make it too difficult for anyone to start another war... But damn, 80% of the global population. We have a statistic now. 

9) @ Armin, NOW you’re worried about reprisal? You didn’t give two shits about what would happen to Paradis when you went to save the world lmao.

10) Omg what is going on. Is this a dream like the one from last chapter? Or is this an alternate universe??

11) So we’re finally getting the exposition on Ymir and confirmation that she did get her tongue cut out 😔.

12) UMM CALLED THIS TOO?? That is unfortunately how abusive relationships work. (Edit: I am so not pleased with how this issue was addressed in the end. It wasn’t framed for what it was, especially with the way it’s compared to EM which the story continues to advertise as being positive when it’s fucking not.)

13) I’m sorry, what? Mikasa is the one who saved Ymir? Are we really spinning the story into this? This is utter bullshit. So what, Ymir was smiling like a creep because she wanted to do the same thing to King Fritz? Disgusting. 

14) Ugh can Isayama stop showing that ugly ass panel. I’ve always hated it, but everyone acts like it’s so cute.

15) Eren saying “the only thing [he] knew for sure was the result of Mikasa’s choice” is confirmation that chapter 112 was him pushing her away on purpose then. Once again, just like I theorized. 

16) I still don’t understand why this is all being accredited to Mikasa though. Literally anyone could have killed Eren. How was that only Mikasa’s choice?

17) ... I don’t like how this is being spun at all.

18) I just scoffed @ Armin. NOW you’re noticing how alone and hurt Eren was? What a stupid bitch.

19) Out of all things, we’re really gonna do this Isayama? You really made it so that Eren is the one responsible for Carla’s death, the very thing that destroyed him...? I’m speechless. 

20) Intermission: This panel is one of the few good things about this chapter. He’s so tragically beautiful 😭.

21) Even in the end, Eren is making his “friends” happy by giving them what they wanted of him (Armin getting to see all those sights with Eren). 

22) WHY IS THIS WHOLE CHAPTER ABOUT MIKASA THIS MIKASA THAT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. 

23) Ugh, I’m too nervous to read the next part honestly. I don’t wanna see how Isayama is gonna butcher Eren further.

24) Dude, what the fuck is this corny shit.

25) Why is the final chapter about unnecessary shit that has never even mattered to the story? Why is Armin punching Eren again and being mad at him for “disregarding Mikasa’s love uWu” to the point he says “I don’t remember ever forgiving you” over something stupid like that?? Like wtf, Eren doesn’t have to like her back, can y’all back the fuck off??

26) I will say it once again: EREN 👏🏻 DOESN’T 👏🏻 OWE 👏🏻 MIKASA 👏🏻 LOVE 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 ABSOLUTE 👏🏻 FUCKING 👏🏻 IDIOTS 👏🏻. What is this toxic message?

27) Why is the last chapter literally just 50 pages of Armin going off at Eren because he doesn’t love Mikasa back and didn’t run away with her just to please her? This is the absolute dumbest shit I’ve ever seen.

28) I’m sorry, but how is it Eren’s problem that Mikasa is obsessed with him? It’s not. “A woman who’s always valued you over everything, even her own life”? That’s not on Eren. That’s Mikasa being a dumbass. If someone feels that way about you, it’s on them for not loving themselves enough to value their own life first and foremost. Not to mention, this isn’t a proper description of love. This is what we call an unhealthy obsession. I’m disgusted at the misleading message that’s being sent to men here (and considering this is a shounen, young boys actually), that you need to drop everything in your life if a woman views you this way. I beg you, don’t listen to this crap.

29) Mikasa’s happiness over humanity’s survival is really being compared here, I can’t even.

30) “Heartbreaker”... WHAT IS THIS MIDDLE SCHOOL SHIT.

31) ... The clown that I am thought Eren was being sarcastic here... That would have made more sense than this shit.

32) This is so out of character. I’m furious. 

33) This seriously feels like a crack fic. What even is this. 

34) This is the last chapter and Isayama is seriously spending 50 panels discussing EM and how it’s apparently canon? I’m so done with this absolute garbage of a story. The fact that the whole plot was reduced to this... Please make it make sense.

35) Okay we’re finally going back to more important things. It’s confirmed that Eren did know he would be stopped. Good.

36) I can’t even be happy over “you are free” being what I wanted. That was so anticlimactic and meaningless after all that bullshit with Mikasa. Also, why is it in the middle of the chapter? Isn’t it supposed to be the final panel?

37) Well, I guess it was Grisha who named Eren after all...

38) Oh goodie, the FT’s memory manipulation ability finally got a mention 🙄.

39) Intermission: I’ll take this moment to fawn over Eren sadly. He always looks good with shifter lines.

40) Ah bird theory is also true. Nice, I guess.

41) DUDE WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS SHE WALKING AROUND WITH HIS HEAD LIKE THAT.

42) ISAYAMA CAN YOU PLEASE STOP AND SPARE MY EYES FROM THIS DISGUSTING SHIT YOU KEEP PULLING. I’M SO FUCKING CREEPED OUT.

43) This is so stupid. Everyone is back from being a Titan. WHAT WAS THE POINT.

44) I’m so pissed that this is all being framed as Mikasa’s doing. Like, it’s Mikasa who saved the world because she finally got the courage to kill Eren. Oooh. Bravo! Astounding!! What a hero!!!

45) So Eren paid all his friends a dream visit? Well, I’m glad some of the history books will have a version of the truth . But I wish this was executed differently.

46) @ Connie, yeah be happy you ungrateful piece of shit. All you did ever since Liberio is shit on Eren but here you go. He saved your mom.

47) Wow, now everyone suddenly cares about Eren? Pathetic.

48) Pieck didn’t get a visit from Eren? Hah, serves her right. What did she even do for her to think she warranted a visit.

49) Again with this ghost shit?

50) Why is Falco practicing gymnastics on Gabi.

51) What is this conversation between Reiner and Karina. I’m cringing.

52) Wohoo! There’s no more Titans!1! Yay! Problemo solved!

53) Lmao, are you telling me Mikasa is going to go all the way to Shiganshina to bury Eren? On foot? What is this? She shouldn’t even have her Ackerman strength anymore. 

54) I’m rolling my eyes. This is so UGH. NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE A PARALLEL ISAYAMA PLEASE STOP.

55) Lmao, now Armin is taking all the credit for killing Eren? So Mikasa can live happily ever after with his head as if she wasn’t the one who murdered him?

56) I just got whiplash wtf. We really time-skipping like this? And only three years?

57) At least Isayama spared me from EH being canon lmao. The baby daddy is the farmer after all. But so what? Did Historia do this to help Eren with his plan or did she just randomly decide to have a baby? Why is important stuff like this not being addressed?

58) Are you serious...? We’re really going down that route? Of making Paradis the bad guys after all this? Out of all the cheesy things that could have happened, why couldn’t Paradisians have just said “kumbaya” and lived happily ever after? But no, let’s end the story by painting the oppressed as the bad guys. Why did Floch even die if the Eldian Empire was gonna persevere in the end lmao. 

59) Jean looks good. That is all.

60) Why is Reiner such a creep. 

61) Isayama is trying so hard to be funny, but he’s not.

62) Wait, so this is their first time going back to Paradis in three years? And they really deferred to the Allied Nations, abandoning their home just like that...?  Pathetic. 

It’s also super weird how the 104th are besties with the Warriors now. No hard feelings, am I right?

63) Why couldn’t Eren give a message to Paradisians that Eldia isn’t something they should want to emulate? I don’t understand. 

Like, I get Paradis wanting to protect themselves just in case and strengthening their national defence, but the way this is being spun as them being all “Team Eldia” is just reinforcing the cycle of hatred. 

Which, there was literally a viable solution to end this part of the conflict, but Isayama just decided to forgo it... How has anything other than “the end of the Titans” been addressed with this sort of ending? 

64) Well, Falco looks good too.

65) Please explain to me how Mikasa even made it all the way to Paradis after the Rumbling lmao. And what, no one got mad at her even though she’s one of the people who betrayed Paradis? Or what, because Armin took the credit, she’s pretending like she wasn’t the one who did it so that they don’t skin her alive? How is this even character development and a good ending to her story? She’s still obsessing over Eren and dedicating her whole life to a corpse, but that’s okay because apparently this is “love”.

66) So Eren is just every bird out there now? 😑 And he’s making good on his promise through them? This is so fucking lame. 

67) WAIT, WHY IS THIS THE LAST PANEL? ISAYAMA YOU LIED!

68) He made the last panel about stupid Mikasa and took out “you are free”??? I’m so angry. As if this whole story was about Mikasa and her stupid scarf and romantic love, not about freedom and the Attack Titan and the Jaegers being the ones driving the plot. This is so meaningless. 

69) I am once again floored by my disappointment in this story. I didn’t want to just feel angry the whole time I’m reading the final chapter, but here we are. That was really unfulfilling. Thank you Isayama for wasting my time.

70) No, these memories are not “always going to warm [my] heart”. I regret ever reading this story. And what do you mean, “our battle is only getting started”? Please don’t make a continuation. You already butchered the story enough as it is.

Afterthoughts

Overall, terrible chapter, terrible ending. There were so many questions not addressed because Isayama decided to spend 75% of the chapter praising Mikasa and EM, as if the whole story was about that. 

Like seriously, when did snk become about romantic love??? (Not to mention, the way this theme was presented in the last two chapters is very toxic.) Where did all the themes about freedom and oppression go? There were no lines dedicated to reiterating what the actual message of the story was, or highlighting the main themes. Eren’s “fight” monologue was merely quoted at the end (and very cheaply at that), but that’s it.

Secondly, there was nothing about the part where Grisha dies. I’m assuming the reveal that Eren made Dina bypass Bertolt (which fine okay, it wasn’t Bertolt’s time to die, but did he really need to send Dina to Carla specifically? that part makes no sense) means he controlled a bunch of other shit, but so what? He forced Grisha to give him the powers then? That kinda makes it all so...meaningless. And if Eren could control all that from the future, why did he only activate the Coordinate briefly in chapter 50?

All Isayama really did this chapter was make Eren responsible for the very thing that damaged him (which will forever piss me off). But none of the other important parts got a mention. Like we know this was all Eren’s plan, but it’s not confirmed that he saw the future at any other point.

Third, “see you later, Eren” had no significance to Ymir after all which makes no sense. Why name the first chapter “to you, 2000 years from now”? We also got no meaningful conversation between Eren and Ymir. It would have been nice for Ymir’s arc to conclude with her speaking at the very least, but nah. Let’s just hype up abusive relationships instead.

Fourth, we weren’t given any actual insight on Historia’s involvement. There was no explanation as to how the Titan powers disappeared either. It just kinda happened in the background and we’re expected to take it at face value. 

Which, I hate how the only resolution we got to the overall conflict is the removal of the Titans. That wasn’t even the root of the problem, but it just makes it look like their genetics were at fault after all. The end of the Titans wasn’t even spun as SoY being freed from their continued oppression either. Instead, we just get two lines at the end about how “oh Eren was right after all haha the problem is still ongoing because Eldian sentiments continue to exist”. Like, I’ve always been an advocate for an ending that doesn’t offer a magical solution, but the execution of this is just ugh. We don’t actually see any resolution forming between Paradis and the rest of the world, which is just sad. It would have been more meaningful to see further down the timeline, not a mere three years in.

Fifth, I’m so mad that Eren’s character has been reduced to this. If Isayama wanted to make EM canon, he should have incorporated Eren’s feelings throughout the story. I would have accepted it then. But instead, he just shoved all of this out of the blue in the last two chapters, and it makes absolutely no fucking sense??? If he wanted to make this convincing, he should have added that shit throughout the story from Eren’s perspective too. 

Honestly, the conversation between Eren and Armin in this chapter will forever be the most out of character scene I have seen. It’s revolting, and I will never forgive Isayama for what he did to Eren’s character in the end. Not only did he reprimand him for not eating Mikasa out because “she’s a woman who would give up her life for you!1!”, but he also turned Eren into some jealous “pathetic” macho man (as kindly worded by Armin) who doesn’t want Mikasa to love another man for “10 years at least” 🤢.

Sixth, as an Eren fan, his death didn’t make me feel at peace at all (it was something I always wanted for his character because I thought it would offer a sense of tranquility). It was spun as him giving up in the end because he was too scared to face repercussions, what with him saying no one will forgive him and then Mikasa running off with his head as if her giving him a burial now negates the fact that she’s the only one who degraded his corpse in the first place. 

Last but not least, I’m pissed that there was nothing dedicated to Zeke at the end, not even a simple mention, even though he was important to the story. Everyone else got a farewell.

#snk spoilers #snk 139 #snk thoughts #snk ending #anti tags #rant #my opinion #I regret ever getting into this series #what an absolute waste of time and energy and dedication #even eren's character is now canonically ruined #I can't think of him without experiencing a bitter taste in my mouth #anyways I'm tired of rereading this so if there's incomplete sentences that's how I feel

[sunlightandsuffering]

Womanizer Eren WHILE he’s dating Mikasa she’d be so sad!!

It doesn’t matter if she knows he would never cheat on her but it does make my poor girl insecure. She can only play it off like it means nothing to her for so long. It makes her so upset that Eren is still touching and complimenting girls without a problem when she’s right there :( she refuses to tell him what’s wrong too bc she thinks she’s being dramatic and he never pushes cuz he knows she’ll talk when she wants.

When she sees him with his hand on another’s girls waist and she just leaves the event without telling him😔 Doesn’t even want to confront Eren bc she knows he means it all in good spirit and he would never but it makes her heart hurt bc what if he would and she’s just a fool. Cries herself to exhaustion. It doesn’t help when she wakes up and Erens still not home and she’s gotten no calls from him only a text saying he’s headed out for drinks which makes her want to cry even more. She just wants him to care about her enough to come home.

When he calls another girl beautiful one night that’s the final straw, they’re sitting in the car driving home and she tells him she wants to break up and he nearly swerved the car. His ass is freaking out and asking her questions pulling over to the side of the road but she’s already crying and can’t stop bc he’s never even called her beautiful for however long they’ve been together and she’s just so tired of being wanted :(

Why y’all make this so angsty?! 😭😭😭 bro I just wanted Mikasa running after him for being an asshole not sad girl Mikasa 😭😭😭 maybe mutual whore EM would make more sense, that way there’s no attachment imbalance lmao I can just see she’s like Eren stop flirting with the bartender and he’s like U WERE FLIRTING WITH THE BOUNCER??? And she’s like well it doesn’t count I only saw him once and u keep going up there and he’s like MIKI THATS NOT FAIR!!!

Oh my good lord toxic couple EM 😭😭they make bets on how many numbers they can get by the end of the night and whoever wins gets to pick the movie they watch 🤣 THEYD BE SOOOO TOXIC!! Mikasa flirts with the male bartenders so she can get Eren free drinks!! Eren does the same with the women 😭 girls coming up to Mikasa like 😏 I’m gonna steal ur mans and Mikasa is like HAH! Good luck! 🥰 and the girl is like BITCH but at the end of the night it’s Mikasa drinking The free drinks the girl sent over, giving her little waves and blowing kisses while Eren cuddles next to her 🤣They’re THE WORST to go out with they’re always making bets, and ppl get so confused. Jean joins the friend group with Pieck and he’s like ???? What is going on with THAT?? And Armin is sipping his drink he’s like don’t even ask just stay away from them they’ll chew u up and spit u out. And it’s true 😭😭