#omfg why didn't i watch it earlier

[wrr000]

Y'all remember that flashback scene with young Grace and Soldier Boy, when he was flirty and she was like "girls are just being nice to you or they are scare of you, none likes you" and I'm like "SLAAAAAAY get him girl", but,,, but it actually would worked on me LMAO if evil why so skskskskksksksksk

#YEAH i just catch up to the boys #and omfg why i didn't watch it earlier????? #the boys #soldier boy #billy butcher #homelander #the boys soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #the boys x reader

[cyxnidx]

EXPRESSIONS !

characters: soap, horangi, keegan

content: semi-fluffy x smutty, a little bit of passive aggression in keegans and maybe horangi?

a/n: love the idea of a stoic reader with expressive partners omfg. this took wayy longer than it probably should've.

JOHN 'SOAP' MCTAVISH

strangely enough, he adores the fact that you're quite stoic in the face.

he actually prefers it.

when talking to you casually and he says something that catches you so off guard you make a visible expression? he gets so giddy.

you blink, haulting in action as you stare at the man in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. which, in contrast to your visually concerned expression, is odd to see. though, in his eyes, this is like getting a little kid that was too shy to even look at him moments ago to become a giggling mess - he feels accomplished.

he makes it a personal goal to get you to laugh at least once, every day.

especially since it seems like he's the only man alive to actually get a laugh out of you.

you look around, quiet and confused on why everyone was laughing at a joke one of the soldiers had said moments ago. though, when you look at soap, he makes a face. a face you recognize, and a face you find quite childish - almost like something an adult would make to a child. but, in contrast to the classic joke that was slid earlier, you begin to giggle at the funny face. "jeez, mctavish. tell me, what's ya' trick for gettin' the lil lady to laugh?" a voice asks.

soap can't help but laugh, nearly boasting about how you receive his odd actions as entertainment.

though, he still has no real idea of why exactly you let em do it.

now sexually? oh boy.

as stoic as you are, you're just as, if not more quiet. so when he gets the chance? he pushes every button possible.

sometimes it's like a primal need - to hear you is a gift. a moan, a small curse, whimper, uneven breathing. anything.

soap thrusts with precision, hands on your waist as he watches your expression closely. he knows your enjoying it, he can feel it. but that's not exactly what he's looking for. and almost like clockwork, he hears a whimper. something small, something most would push off and forget about - but not him. that? that was a door of opportunity for him. getting back to position, he thrusts in that same area, arousal growing when he hears your whimpers and groans turn into full fledged moans and pleas of pleasure. "that's right, lemme hear you, pretty. l'me hear your pretty little noises, yeah? doin' so good f'me."

HORANGI

he finds it odd at first. he never really got to explore it much, he never thought to.

somehow overlooked it?

"i didn't notice how.. stoic, you were." he mentions, completely randomly. you blink, tilting your head, hinting confusion. "what do you mean?" "you don't express much in the face, y'know?" you hum, continuing back to your previous task. "how did you not notice?" horangi shrugs. "i've never cared to look so closely."

after that, he pays more attention to your stoicism.

not only does it notice it's a bit creepy, but almost challenging.

"what's it gonna take to get an expression outta you?" he questions, placing a finger on your forehead. and as he looks at you, he notices your eyes drop a bit lower than normal, eyebrows a little too relaxed compared to what he's used to and he backs up a step or two. the glare you give him is unsettling, and if looks could kill? he'd be dead. "damn, baby, is that how you look at your enemies before killin' em?" you only roll your eyes. "and that's the last time you'll see me willingly give express myself physically."

to get you to express something is a bit difficult for him.

except for you glaring at him like he slapped a close family member.

but then, of course, what if your expressions weren't exactly voluntary?

and that's how he found yourself between your legs, watching as every move he made evicted an expression.

"why, there we are.." he smirks, licking his lips from the orgasm he just brought you to. "you sound so pretty moaning, baby." he kisses you, "n' you look even prettier coming on my face." you look down at him, still sighing heavily from your high. "suck a dick." "that's no way to thank me, but alright.."

KEEGAN

he understands it, to an extent. he made an effort to be close friends with you before asking you out.

he likes to annoy you, a lot.

just to see you get a little irritated, to see the rather dull look in your eyes light up a bit. even if it is with a little fire.

"keegan, can you please get the fuck on." you warn, tired of his constant teasing. though, he stops for a moment and pouts. "you mad at me, baby?" "no, i'm fucking ecstatic." you say sarcastically. "oh, come on. nothings wrong with a little friendly fire." "everything is wrong with friendly fire right now."

he's literally like a little ball of curiosity when it comes to you.

he craves more - more knowledge, more experience.

sometimes he just does dumb shit. why? no reason.

creeping up behind you, keegan pinches at your arm, eyes full of curiosity when he watches you jump slightly and turn to look at him. "what the fuck." you say flatly. "i love you," he says with a goofy ass smile.

he likes to see watch and see how you always seem to try to hold yourself together sexually.

it literally seems like every time he's mildly teasing you, it's like you want more but holding yourself back.

you sigh, resting your head against the cupboard behind you. keegan has you sitting on a counter in the kitchen, and seconds ago his lips and hands were all over you. until he stopped. "what is it, baby?" he questions, looking at you knowingly. you chuckle, mildly annoyed. "nothing, you fuck."

he loves to get a rise out of you, especially sexually. he soaks in every expression and little noise that escapes your pretty lips.

fingers up your cunt, keegan finds himself grinning as he watches your hips grind in synchronicity with his fingers while your usual neutral expression is now contorted with pleasure and desire. though, that feeling is stopped when he removes his fingers from your cunt before licking your juices off his fingers greedily. only to be met with one of your burning gazes. "what is it? somethin' you wanna tell me?" he tempts, watching you frown at the lack of pleasure now.

#cyxnidx #smut #smutty smut smut #cod mw ghost #cod smut #cod imagine #cod mwf2 #soap cod #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #call of duty smut #call of duty headcanons #call of duty keegan #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fandom #call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap mctavish #keegan p. russ x reader #keegan russ smut #keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan smut #cod horangi #kim horangi hong jin

[naanima]

Oh, dear Ratboy. I really like it when he does long podcasts. It helps that he can communicate. Interview starts around the 1h.11sec mark. Dot points things of interest:

He has finished moving from Calgary completely, doesn't even have winter clothes anymore. LOLs.

When he first arrived in Florida he was happy to take a backseat, but the team wanted him to get involved in the leadership group.

He really loves living in Florida.

VGK was the best team they played. Boston & Vegas were very similar. Talks about how Boston slapped them during two of the regular season games, but they played really well against them for the other two games. And that's why he had the belief they could win. OMFG. He fucked up by jumping on the ice and got the penalty LOLs. It was all his fault.

He thinks players who come through in OT etc are the ones who want the puck on their stick. Good or bad they will need to be able to live it.

His dad always preached live in front of the net. Take some physical abuse in the games, earn it to score. Can't get your stick tied up. He learns a lot from Brady when it comes to spinning it off and getting it into the net. Watches every one of Brady's games.

When he switched to the Right Wing he watched a lot of vids of good right wing players.

Evolved as a player year to year. Same mindset as when he was a kid, "screw you I'm getting that puck." Paul gets on him when he gets into a bit of a shoving match on ice with guys he shouldn't. LOLS.

Offseason - earlier was PT, playing catch-up in strength, conditioning wise more cardio in the hopes to play more mins and faster. He feels he is better prepared this season. He is back to 100%.

Microphones on ice - good for the game. NHL gotta do a better job. It is evolving more via the players and teams. Players don't like it too much bcos they would feel like walking on eggshells. If it is used properly it can grow the game.

Wedding vids - makes athletes look crazier than they are.

Media/SocMed blowing things up. Keith talking about his team being "soft' - he was pissed bcos of how it got blown up. They had a chance to be in the playoffs and then they lost four games in a row. Ouch.

His current health - "Everything feels great." He didn't realise he broke his sternum, he thought maybe a collarbone, it wasn't how hard the hit was, it was the spot. He had to leave the game bcos he had to do concussion protocol. Game 3 didn't really hit him how bad he was. After the game he was not feeling great. Drove home that night with a sling, probably shouldn't have done that. The next morning he couldn't get out of bed. The day after he had to call Brady to help him get up, he couldn't even remember if he had a shower. LOLs. During one of the scrums he couldn't even really grab people's jerseys.

Getting into fights etc. Not that they want to get into a fight, it is more that they just hate losing. LOLs.

Sticking Jonathan Quick - doesn't know what happened, he has no excuses. He is not a fan of goalies that play out of their creases.

Buddies with Auston Matthews & other hockey players. It is the game. He would run almost everybody... except Brady for a lot of reasons, one of them being Brady would take him down. Lols.

Olympics & World's etc - a shame that they can't play together. It is sad. His first dream is to win a Stanley Cup, and then to win for the US with his brother.

Right now - being down in Florida outside; jetskis etc. Not going to buy a boat. Love hanging out with his family and friends. He used to not like the beach at all, but now he is there all the time. He is not into nice cars. Only into golf and stuff on the waters. No gators close to his house, they are close to the rink (wtf).

Him changing team - talked to Calgary that he wasn't gonna sign a long-term contract, worked together with the team, and with permission he had one week to talk to a handful of teams. Came down to Carolina, St Louis' and Florida. He just wanted to learn everything he could before he made the decision.

Going back to Florida in a few days.

Taryn is doing great, was injured last year/season and when she came back she was great.

Invited to 6 weddings, attended 4.

Jack Eichel - his hit. Haven't seen the video.

Fav goal in the playoffs - when Cousins scores. The Carolina one.

Barky is so chill, he thinks Barky is the best player he ever played with/seen. Loves watching Barky playing, during training he learns from him.

Scoring between his legs, his dad was pissed. LOLs. He used to do a lot of trick stuff, flipping his picks etc. He remembers watching Kane and Crosby doing it when he was growing up.

He will chat with his dad after games, and nowadays his dad trusts him.

He thinks Brady is great, a great scorer. Brady's goal is to get the team into the playoffs. Ottawa loves Brady, he is a god there. They treat him and his family well bcos of Brady.

His parents come to Taryn, Brady and his games etc.

It is fascinating to me that Matthew is so very much, "I did this", 'it is my fault", "we didn't play well enough", "the other team is better" etc.

I typed this as I was listening to this so there will be mistakes. LOLs.

#matthew tkachuk #I love this Ratboy! #Self aware Ratboy #Youtube #long post

[pretentiousgayguyidk]

Hello

Can I get uuuuuuh

Smiley x male reader where smiley says something dumb and kind of hurtful to reader and has to basically do some ass kissing because his friends called him out for hurting readers feelings

OMFG YES OF COURSE! We love Nahoya in this house. (Also love how my favorite fuckin author on this app is my first suggestion AND it's Nahoya- honestly this is great)

CW: Mentions of self harm, reader has old self harm scars

(Name) smiled as he slung his arms over Nahoya's shoulder, resting his chin on top of the other's head. The two often greeted each other in such fashion usually only earning a small kiss on their hands, this time though, Nahoya was rambling. (Name) wasn't necessarily listening to the conversation as he rants to his more quiet brother. When he happened to tune in, he wasn't very pleased by his boyfriend's... Ignorance.

"I don't really understand people who like, cut themselves. I saw a chick with scars like that earlier, I just really don't get why someone would do it." He rambled, (Name) felt a lump form in his throat, he was glad the uniforms had long sleeves. After a second he excused himself, claiming he needed to use the bathroom. He rolled up his sleeves a little and glanced down at the light pink scars before rolling his sleeves down. He had been clean for a long time but hearing his own boyfriend mention it's made a chill go down his spine.

(Name)'s anxiety slowly turned to slight anger and irritation at his lover's lack of empathy, causing him to avoid the other. Which lead to Smiley trusting his brother with the "top secret" mission if trying to find out why (Name) was so angry with him. Which lead them to their current situation. Hoya hiding in a bush, watching intently as Souya approached (Name); who was kicking a rock down the street.

"(Name)! Wait up!" Souya called out, chasing after his friend. (Name) paused and looked up, smiling a little.

"Hey Angry." He mumbled, making Nahoya strain to hear him. Souya rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, glancing over at Nahoya then back to (Name); trying to find the right words.

"I- er... Why are you avoiding Hoya?" He drew out the question, sounding more questioning to himself than to (Name). The other's smile turned to an irritated pout as he crossed his arms, his hands subconsciously covering where his scars would be.

"Nahoya's so ignorant sometimes." He grumbled, huffing a little. The word "ignorant" pierced through Nahoya almost comically, slightly damaging his pride. He never thought himself to be ignorant, hearing it from his boyfriend was certainly unpleasant.

"Yeah, he kinda is sometimes. But what did he do this time." Souya asked, emphasis on "this time" making Nahoya lower his head, gritting his teeth in irritation. I swear I'll kill you two. He thought, squinting at (Name) and Souya, quietly willing for their heads to explode; almost childishly.

"God, remember when he was talking about the girl who had self harm scars?" (Name) asked gesturing with his hands at nothing, he always talked with his hands more than usual when he was mad. Souya nodded at his question. "Well at first when he said it I was anxious that he'd find out about my scars, but now I'm just- just straight up angry at his lack of empathy! I mean, you don't just point out someone else's scars, that's so rude! And he didn't even consider that maybe, just maybe that some people can't handle their own emotions that well, or- or that they have a tough home life and have no way to take out their frustrations!" He rambled. Nahoya and Souya sat there, stunned into silence at the other's rant.

"W-wait, you self harmed?!" Souya asked, slightly alarmed. (Name) huffed and crossed his arms again.

"Yeah yeah, I used to, but I'm clean now. But hearing someone be so ignorant as to why people do always irks me to no end." He grumbled, Souya nodded a little. Now everything made sense, the little semicolon tattoo on his hand, and the fact he usually, if not always wore long sleeves. Nahoya sat there, a small, slight pout on his face. He would have to do some serious ass kissing to get on (Name)'s good side, he's seen how bad his grudges get. Sometimes (Name) will hold a grudge out of pure spite of the person, not even because he's upset at them.

Souya glanced over at the bush again then back at (Name) who sighed dramatically. "Hoya, get your ass over here. I know you're over there... You're not very good at hiding." He mumbled the last part; which was true, Nahoya's strawberry blond hair stuck out like a sore thumb against the green leaves of the bush. He slowly stood up and stepped over it to face (Name) a small pout on his face.

"Hi..." He mumbled, not daring to look up at (Name). The other glared at Nahoya, at least untill he saw his boyfriend's cute little pout. He tried his best to keep up the irritated act, trying to spitefully hold a grudge... And slowly failing.

"You have something to say? Nahoya?" (Name) hissed leaning closer to his boyfriend, making the Kawata twin look at him. He slowly looked up to properly look at his boyfriend, tensing up and shivering at the ice cold glare on his partner's face.

"I'm so sorry!" He shouted, bowing steeply. The other tapped his foot, waiting for his boyfriend to continue.

"And?" He asked, Nahoya sniffed a little. He hated people being mad at him, expecially his darling boyfriend.

"I'm so so sorry for my ignorance, I didn't realize how messed up it was untill you mentioned it! Please forgive me!" He shouted, his head still tipped forward. (Name) pretended to contemplate it, making Nahoya tense up.

"Hmm, add in a few dates and I'll think about it." (Name) said making Nahoya look up a smile on his face.

"You mean it?" The twin's lover held out his pinky, the hand that had the semicolon tattoo.

"Pinky swear." Nahoya giggled and intertwined their pinkys. Once the deal was sealed he practically pounced on (Name), making him stumble back as the fluffy haired boy nuzzled into his neck. Who knew Nahoya could be so clingy after a week of ignoring him? (Name) sighed and pat his emotional boyfriend's head. Angry raised his fist in victory, looking off put instead of the usual murderous glare.

"...How long have you been planning this?"

"Four days..."

#nahoya kawata #male reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya x male reader #fluff #tw self harm mention

[mallsharks]

finally watched the autopsy of jane doe earlier today

overall it was pretty good, the gore effects for inside the body were nice (besides that missing tongue tbh) and there was lots of suspense. but tbh? the ending felt a bit... eh?

(spoilers ahead)

i think they revealed exactly what was going on with her a bit too late into the movie, and the reveal didn't fully make sense. was she actually a witch or an innocent girl? why did whatever happened to her give her body weird regeneration powers? why the hell was her body here now if she was from new England? i know movies dont have to spell out every answer for the audience but they left so much in the open it felt wrong to me. just like how wrong THE CAT DYING FELT OMFG. it just felt like they spent so much time building up how weird she was but then realized they had to come up with a reason at the last minute and left a bunch of things out. austin was already pushing for "shes more than just a corpse" so why not take that further and maybe have her give them like, magic tiny flashbacks to her life?

overall it was a good watch, i do like how they actually realized "oh hey we need to get the fuck out of here things are not going ok", shouldve realized that sooner though, and some twists like the gfs death and austin getting faked out of escaping actually caught us off guard

#horror movies #movie review #the autopsy of jane doe #horror #spoilers

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

How is Frankie and his drinking in this universe? I know when you quit one addiction you pick up another. Many turn to church, snacking, shopping, smoking etc, but in my old line of work (social work) I found addicts often turn to excessive drinking

So far Frankie seems to be okay handling the drinking. Does he struggle taking it too far? What’s his “replacement addiction” (many turn to good things like work, their kids, rebuilding relationships with family or friends that addiction tore down. I found when I dialed down my drinking I went head first into creative works. Crocheting for years, then writing)

omfg great question !

When planning and writing out the story I thought the same thing as you. How is Frankie and his drinking in this universe? because you're absolutely right, you pick up another addiction to fill that void of sorts.

So yes, it's obviously not a secret that Frankie, Will, Santi, and Pope (and sometimes Estrella) like to drink together at the bar. That, to me, was an essential part of their friend dynamic that I didn't want to lose. However, i made sure to intentionally never write that Frankie gets trashed. I have written that both Benny and Estrella have, but not Frankie. I know this might seem silly, but it felt important. I wanted Frankie to use alcohol as a way to relax rather than forget. He knows the damage it can do, so he doesn't like to get wasted. A few beers here and there, but that's where he draws the line. (not to foreshadow but maybe that line could blur in the future).

His new 'addiction' you could say is definitely his job. He mentioned to Estrella earlier that he works a lot and that's why he has so many days of PTO. I see him completely throwing himself into his auto body job in order to help him stay clean. He is someone that craves the feeling of being useful and this is how he scratches that itch in himself.

Yes, he smokes, I think that he did that a lot in the very early days of getting sober, but he has for the most part backed off. Going to his weekly NA meetings have also helped him channel that energy. I would also like to say that I think he sometimes goes to more than one meeting a week, especially since Rochelle came back into his life, whenever the craving particularly hits.

I made a little joke in the last chapter with Estrella saying that she was his 'new vice' and yes it was lighthearted and sweet, but I don't mean to infer that she saved him from all of his struggles. She helped open his eyes to the possibility of new love, but he overcame this all on his own. She, just like the rest of his friends, are here for emotional and moral support. I do sometimes like to imagine Will and his counting loving brain quietly watching Frankie while they drink together. He takes note of how much he drinks because he feels guilty he didn't catch the coke in time and wants to make sure that he doesn't let his friend down again.

#through the scope #through the scope asks #thank you for the ask #((: #<3

[fandomscombine]

I've just finished "A Happy Ending" the spin off of Yeonwoo and Euntae.

And omfg asddfghjkll

Picka didn't have to go this hard but they did and my heart melted.

Omg ahhhh okay, I'm fully back on the Eyntae train (he wasn't super jealous here, that's why)

He is the most patient, caring, considerate, supportive boyfriend ever.

Encouraging Yeonwoo's career, understanding that being part of the author panel is a big thing-telling her to go for it even when the date is also their 2nd anniversary and had to cancel the hotel booking

Driving for hours just to see her, even if it's just for 5 mins

Isn't mad when he became a food delivery man of sorts cause Yeonwoo has been working around the clock on her book

He's not mad even when Yeonwoo cancels plans since she's overworked and tired, responding to make sure she is eating enough and sleeping.

Leaving treats and stuff he know relaxes her in her waiting room - telling staff what to do (since Yeonwoo didn't want him to come as he makes her extra nervous for her panel. Euntae respects her decision but still made sure he came earlier to make sure everything is there to make her relax before sneaking back out again)

And getting the editor in cahoots to get Yeonwoo to a "afterparty" because he knew that she would rather see him.

When in actuality, he didn't exactky left the book fair, he watched the panel online while preparing the "afterparty" aka his fucking wedding propsal!!!

Starts envisioning the dream house that fits both him and Yeonwoo's needs (Proposes a large workspace or straight up a separate studio)

Isn't angry that Yeonwoo want to have a year long engagement/wait a year before getting married since her career and book of taking off.

Euntae saying that he doesn't mind waiting for years, that the wedding would be a go when Yeonwoo is ready.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHERE DO I GET A EUNTAE?

#picka #picka 30 days to love #yeonwoo ha #yeonwoo #euntae cha #texting game

[babysealfan]

Perspective Flip for Serious Inquiries Only please! I miss manic pixie dreamboy Fez 💗

Aurora my angel baby princess sweetums thank you so much for asking me this 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

not my ass writing 1907 words for this omfg. she wants to do Midnight Sun so bad.....

(this is NOT edited whatsoever and I copied and pasted the dialogue from ao3 and the italics didn't paste so I had to fix it but I might not have fixed it every time. this bitch emphasizes shit a lot)

as requested, SIO grocery store scene (actually pretty much the entire last chapter because the build up was NECESSARY imo teehee) from Fezco's perspective is below :)

Fezco had fucked up. He knew it as soon as he said it.

He understood his girlfriend well enough to know that when Lexi pushed him away, he needed to remind her of the strength, the validity, of their relationship.

Pushing her back—what would that do, other than prove the doubts in her head right?

He exited his bathroom, resolved to apologize and tell Lexi gently that, hey, maybe they didn't need to break up? Maybe the fact that they reaffirmed their love for one another ten minutes earlier indicated that their connection was strong and secure?

He didn't get a chance—Lexi was already gone. Had she even put her clothes on before she left?

Aware he was still only in his boxers, Fezco grabbed his keys and raced out the door, hoping he'd manage to catch Lexi on her way out. But he reached the lobby with no sign of her.

Coincidentally, his neighbor, Marjorie, was on her way in.

"You ain't seen my girlfriend race outta here, have you?" he asked.

A soft, pitying smile broke across Marjorie's lips. "I haven't," she said, shaking her head slightly.

"We kinda got in a fight," Fezco said.

"Is that why you're in the lobby in your underwear?" Marjorie asked.

Fezco nodded.

They rode the elevator back up together.

"Sorry you're seein' me in my drawers," Fezco mumbled after pushing the button for the 10th floor.

Marjorie let out a soft laugh. "Big fight?" she asked.

Fezco shrugged. "More of a misunderstanding," he said.

"I'm sure she'll come around," Marjorie said.

They parted ways, Marjorie heading for 1001 while Fezco went back to 1010. As soon as he was back in his apartment, he grabbed his phone, trying to formulate something to say to Lexi.

Before he got the chance, a text popped up from Faye.

Thirty minutes later, he was taking Vito out of his tank so Faye could play dress up with him.

"Do you think cats and lizards get along?" Fezco asked, passing Vito over to her before sitting down on his couch. "We got Lex a cat yesterday."

He’d spent some time researching the subject—that is, he’d found an Instagram account of a cat and lizard duo and spent his time waiting for Faye scrolling through the account, looking for advice on introducing a cat to a lizard, but could only find a collection of hilarious and/or sweet videos of the pair.

"Ooh, think of the matching costumes you could do," Faye idly ignored his question as she grabbed a bow tie off the pile of lizard-sized clothes next to Vito's tank, delicately fixing it on his neck. "You could dress them up for your wedding."

"Faye, be serious, man," Fezco said with a sigh. He buried his head in his hands. "I fucked up."

"It sounds like you both fucked up," Faye said, removing the bow tie and searching for another costume. "Or she's really trying to dump you and you're not taking the hint."

Fezco groaned. "You think she is?"

Faye set Vito down on the floor, watching as he scurried off to go exploring.

"Yo, you gotta watch him," Fezco said. "He's gon' get stuck in the cupboards again."

Faye shrugged before plopping down on the couch next to Fezco. "If she wanted to break up with you, she would have. She has the perfect excuse."

Vito, unsupervised, was in the process of breaking into one of Fezco's cupboards, though neither Fezco nor Faye made a move to collect him.

"What should I do?" Fezco asked.

"Apologize, duh?" Faye said, turning to him with her brow raised, as if that were the most obvious solution in the world.

Which it kind of was.

"Aight," Fezco said. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

"I don’t know why you even needed me to tell you that," Faye said, standing back up. "How big is her cat? I'm going to start looking for Halloween costumes." She walked over to fetch Vito from the cupboard he was stuck in. "I hate to restrict you guys, but they don’t make a lot of costumes in this size. Maybe you could be pirates?"

"Faye, Ion even know if we gon' be together by Halloween," Fezco grumbled.

"Get real," Faye said, returning Vito to his tank. "Would you say small, medium, or large? And is it a girl or a boy?"

By the time Fezco had showered and decided that the best apology would happen in person, supported with flowers and ice cream, Faye was already blowing up his phone with costume ideas for two humans, a cat, and a lizard. He flipped his phone into "Do Not Disturb" mode.

He’d selected a small, simple bouquet of blue hyacinths at the flower shop down his street—a bouquet that the florist insisted were great for apologies, but Fezco had a feeling she was just trying to make the sale.

From there, he went to the grocery store, navigating straight to the ice cream aisle. Lexi loves cookies ‘n cream ice cream—he just needed to decide which size to get. There were full gallon tubs, which seemed appropriate, but Lexi was susceptible to tummy aches, so maybe a pint would be a better option.

He stared at the freezer, paralyzed with indecision, as if Lexi was going to decide whether or not she’d forgive him based entirely on the size of the ice cream container he gave her.

“Fezco,” he heard an angel’s voice say, and he turned to it. Lexi was standing a few feet in front of him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise before he recovered and reminded himself that his girlfriend, who lived four blocks from him, did in fact frequent the same grocery store he did, even if they'd never seen each other there before. (To be fair, they were at a point in their relationship when most of their grocery shopping was done together. It was hard to casually run into someone when you always went places together.)

“Lexi,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. He watched as she clocked the apology bouquet in his hands. “I was on my way to see my girlfriend,” he said. “She likes cookies ‘n cream.”

“You're not mad at her?” Lexi asked, and Fezco resisted the urge to scoff. Mad? Man, his girl really could be clueless.

“Not mad,” he said, searching for the right word to convey his emotions. “Frustrated, maybe. But I figure I just gotta make my feelings more obvious.”

And then Lexi started crying and Fezco chastised himself for fucking up again.

“Shit, Lex,” he said, stepping toward her so he could put his hands on her shoulders. “You know I’m talkin’ ‘bout you, right?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, yes,” she said, nodding her head. “I don’t want to make a scene.”

Fezco couldn't help the laugh that escaped his mouth. “You not makin’ a scene, baby,” he said quietly.

“You don’t need to be more obvious,” Lexi said, tears streaming down her face. “I was in denial.”

“Think I mighta caught on to that,” Fezco said, a small smile on his face to match the relief he felt deep in his bones. It was good to hear her finally acknowledge it. He reached out to wipe a few stray tears from her cheek before grabbing her hand in his.

“You’re really not mad?” Lexi asked, and Fezco would have laughed at the absurdity if the implication didn't sting so much. How could he ever be mad at her, when she was clearly just afraid?

“C’mon now,” he said. “Ain’t nobody a commitment-phobe for no reason.”

“I’m not a commitment-phobe,” Lexi muttered.

“Lexi,” Fezco said, once again holding back his laughter at the absurdity of her statement. “I figured you got some shit goin’ on, and”—he shrugged, figuring his words were just restating the obvious—“I’m yo’ boyfriend. I’m here to help you work it out.”

A smile finally cracked on Lexi’s lips. “You’re my boyfriend?” she asked.

Did she really not know . . . ?

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “I been datin’ you since day one. Not sure when you started datin’ me back.”

Lexi leaned in to kiss him quickly, and Fezco felt the universe shift back into equilibrium. “I’m so stupid,” she muttered and, well, obviously she wasn't, she was the smartest person in the world, at least in Fezco’s humble opinion. But for her to have taken six months to come to the conclusion that she was actually in a happy, secure, and loving relationship, well . . . Fezco would hold his tongue just this once, instead flashing her a smug grin.

“These must be for your stupid girlfriend,” Lexi said, rolling her eyes and stealing the flowers out of his hand.

His hand now free of the bouquet, Fezco used the opportunity to brush a loose curl behind Lexi’s ear, reveling in the ritualistic grooming of a happy couple. God, had she really not realized they were dating?

He felt embarrassed admitting it, that he held her in such high esteem that he’d thought of every other possible explanation before discovering that Lexi was just plain, old-fashioned traumatized. “Would you believe, she’s so smart, I almost thought she was playin’ mind games?” he admitted, flashing back to an old conversation with Faye wherein the idea was floated that maybe Lexi was just into some weird role play shit, before Faye took a hit off their shared blunt and said, “Maybe she's just a commitment-phobe?”

It was Occam's razor, which was especially embarrassing for Fezco, seeing as Lexi herself had explained the principle to him.

Lexi gasped. “You didn't,” she said.

Fezco laughed. “Felt dumb as shit when I realized you was just scared,” he said. He knew Faye was going to have the time of her life recounting the entire story to Lexi.

Lexi stared at him for a few seconds, her mouth hanging open, before he was rewarded with the delightful sound of her laughter, prompting his own to continue.

God, he loved her.

Once they had adequately recovered, Fezco said, “Yo, I saw this video of a cat and a lizard just like, chillin’. So I think Vito might be cool with yo’ girl.”

“I was thinking of naming her Titania, like from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and I’d call her Titi,” Lexi said, smiling. His heart swelled, thinking back to their Valentine’s date, how perfectly she’d slotted against him as they enjoyed the play, how she’d whispered plot explanations into his ear whenever Shakespeare got a little too Shakespearean for his understanding.

“Vito and Titi,” Fezco said slowly, a mental image of their potential Halloween costume already formulating. Goddamn Faye. “That sounds like a cop show.”

He looked his girlfriend up and down, the memory of their morning together—before everything fell apart—flooding back to him. He had made her a promise that he intended to keep . . .

“You ready to go?” he asked.

“Wait,” Lexi said. “I didn’t even apologize or explain myself.”

Fezco looked around. “And you wanna do that at the grocery store?” he asked.

“You might have a point,” Lexi said, looking around, and for a second Fezco wondered whether she had forgotten they were at the grocery store. “We could finally go to that ramen bar?" she suggested.

Ramen did sound really good.

Make up sex sounded better.

Fezco squeezed her hand gently.

"Or we could go finish this conversation at my place?"

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[riewritten]

CHAPTER 5. THE UNDERGROUND COMMUNE

EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE — DIRECTORY

ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N | hurt/comfort, angst, mystery, childhood friends, fake marriage, modern au, parallel universe, reincarnation, mentions of canon, pining commander erwin smith, trauma, manipulation, referenced child abuse, violence, psychological torture

SUMMARY: Aggressive land grabbing from the royal government ensue from one countryside to the other, all allegedly for the prophecy: a tree, vast source of power that'd bring great abundance and prosperity to mankind, is standing among their lands. As the said prophecy holds the answer to the tragic childhood you have no memories of, the guerilla's commander pulls out something he prepared for years to help. AO3 | FANFICTION

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They say dreams appear for a reason, mayhaps a message delivered by the deepest of consciousness.

Or maybe, maybe just a gut feeling. A terrible, terrible gut feeling.

When you opened your eyes again, it was the gentle smell of Erwin's sheets. Unaware of what time it is, your eyes averted to where he is — office table meters away, holding a pen, and you don't know how long he's been disregarding the pile of documents to watch you sleep.

"Sorry, I got your bed." You groggily sat and rubbed your eyes. "What time is it?"

"Past midnight. And you've always been getting my bed, for the record."

"It smells good, I’m really sorry," you groaned, guilty that you disturbed his supposed rest. "You can lie down now."

And yet, you can't bring yourself to stand up and walk, and instead, settled at the edge of the bed to hug your knees. You feel horrid and sick in the stomach.

Erwin followed suit but he didn't lie down. Instead, he sat beside you to examine your demeanor, a bit confused. "You look like the one who got the bed taken over and wasn't able to sleep."

“It was a bad sleep.”

Strangely, the dream wasn't in any way horrid. It was about the earlier times —  back when you’re still yet to adjust to what life beyond Mitras could offer. Spending most of your time being a bystander was terrible as everyone already had their circles upon your arrival. It's not that you were a loner; you tried. You tried because only if the people in Mitras did not spoil you with intimacy, you'd be able to endure living a life without companions.

Back then, just when you were about to cry, Petra sat beside you and offered a bag of carrots.

You look up at her, perplexed, as she remained shy. She knew how random it was; how weird for a classmate you hadn’t even conversed with yet to offer you that much.

“I-I was wondering if you’d like some. The harvest in my province soared so well and my family thought it’d be a good idea to share some with my classmates.” She fidgeted, a bit too nervous if you’d accept it or not. “With the price of vegetables hiking up in the capital, I do think it really would help, y-you know…?”

You looked around the room, then. Most of your classmates had the same bag. Some were smiling, some were chuckling at the strange encounter, some were talking about how rare it was to encounter a province girl as they all grew up in the capital, and the rest were talking about the dishes they plan to cook with all those carrots.

Almost all of them find Petra weirdly amusing, but endearing nonetheless. You were no exception. It explains why you tailed her after that encounter, just like how you did to Erwin back then. And oh, she let you — happily so — as she’s having quite a hard time finding her clique too. Both of you came from measly provinces, who would understand the alienation of the capital better than both of you? Petra, despite having the same willingness to be with you the way people in Mitras — especially Erwin — did, had the gentleness you hadn’t experienced yet. Despite the similarity they possess, Erwin doesn’t have the softness she has. Petra doesn’t exude the feeling of authority that makes you quite scared to counter. It was like they were coexisting in a circle of yin and yang. One of them being taken away from you would rattle the balance and ruin your core.

You wonder what was so bad with a dream reiterating that fact.

“Bad sleep,” he mused, “did it involve fires?”

“No, it was a good dream.”

But then finally, the feeling made sense in you.

Your breath hitched and turned to him in alarm, “Something bad is going to happen.”

A line almost everyone dismisses; everyone except Erwin, for some strange reason.

Maybe he knows you always end up right.

He observed your body language first to see if assistance to calm down is needed, but you’re quite too agitated in getting your point across. “Something bad is going to happen! Where is—”

"A grave news came, Commander!" The subordinate banged the door open which quickly plastered him with shame under the assumption that he interrupted a supposedly intimate moment. However, “The people stationed in Stohess for this week are—”

Blood quickly drained in you. “What happened?” 

“The armed forces released a statement about killing a whole unit of rebels in an armed encounter. But the units reported otherwise moments before the crackdown! If there really was an encounter, then—then they’d call on us for backup!” the man cracked in tears. “They were caught alive defenseless and tortured before killed!”

“What did the statement say?”

“There were censored photographs of a dead body, which we recognized from—” and with that, the man finally broke down.

“From whom! Speak properly!” You shouted, the utter panic overruling any semblance of sympathy.

“It was Petra. They—they publicized the cadaver of Petra.”

Your consciousness crumbled, depriving you of hearing anything, not even the Commander’s additional inquiries about the tragedy, not even when your feet moved on their own in barging out of the room. When you came down to the meeting hall, everyone was crying, crying for the most endearingly amusing comrade who gave no one exception with her kindness.

“Show me the photograph released by the military.”

Moblit shook his head and folded the laptop down, “It won’t be a good idea. Besides, it’s censor—”

You cut him off harshly but shoving the laptop open, and there it goes. It was censored, yes, but the hues of orange cannot be mistaken. 

Alongside the blood all over was her twisted neck.

The poor girl was indeed tortured. 

Not only that, her photograph was posted to send a message. Petra was a college student on the surface, after all, and known for her critical stances against the prophecy. They were exposing a college student's body — a body born by the measly farm they aim to conquer — to deliver a message: trying to go against the likes of the Reiss would end you up in the same fate.

“Anna, stop—”

“Don’t call me Anna,” you spat weakly. The fact that it was given by the person who instigated the said prophecy reeked your very core. Moblit was confused, but you followed up with a question, “Where’s the body?”

“As per the statement, they will deliver her remains to the bereaved family in Orvud. It’s not that hard to deduce that they’ll use her as collateral to finally take ownership of that farm.”

“They wouldn’t have the time to chase over a measly farm if we take over one of their greatest assets.”

“What do you mean by that, Commander?”

“They thought displaying Petra’s body in public would be for their benefit as she was a high-profile advocate on the surface.” Erwin pointed out before turning to everyone. “Moblit, have the guerilla’s public information office release a statement of condemnation and urge the sympathizers to join us. Miche, have our legal forces at the university, precisely Petra’s friends, do the same. Our goal is to have everyone join the rebellion. If we manage to gather that much, then we could finally commence The Underground Commune.”

“Commune? Do you mean—”

“Yes, the whole Underground District will be filled with our forces, up to a point where they have to halt the land-taking operations over the country. They can’t afford to lose the Underground, not when lots of nobility eye this place. No matter how abandoned it seems, this place holds the key to the development of Eldia.” He shot you a short look before giving the final command. “The state forces want us to fear them by disrespecting Petra’s remains and we know better than to prove them right. Petra did not deserve to die, none of our late comrades did, and publicizing her murder was their greatest mistake. Carry that as you fight later on.” Miche flashed the map for Erwin to instruct the base plan while you and the others assemble your guns and green cloaks.

The Eldian Guerillas had wings in its cloak — you caressed yours one last time, as from hereon your other half’s wings are engraved on it. It will never be the same again, but unlike Furlan’s, you’ve now accepted that fact — resolutely so.

ERWIN WAS RIGHT. The military police expected retaliation, but they thought the fear would overrule especially among the legal forces.

The sympathizers assembled a mobilization without arms at hand, nothing but placards calling for their justice. The military police let them be; mobilizations are not intimidating for them after all, not when they begin the program with just around twenty people at most. However, when piles of people came until they covered the whole road, the military police called for backups. It was too late, though, because when a citizen chanted;

“Petra’s remains were your greatest mistake!”

Then the other side added, “They were seeds that you planted,”

“Whom shall sprout countless Eldians who’d dedicate their hearts to continue what they started!”

“Dedicate your hearts!”

“Dedicate your hearts!”

Soon after, spikes of metal strings were heard. People with green cloaks came flying in the air and landed on different roofs. The military police regretted their leniency.

The citizens looked up, some of which are in awe, and shouts of cheer loudened.

“Disrespecting Petra’s remains was your greatest mistake!”

“They were seeds that you planted,”

“Whom shall sprout countless Eldians who’d dedicate their hearts to continue what they started!”

“Dedicate your hearts! Dedicate your hearts!”

A squad leader from the MP shouted in both anger and surprise as this is the first time guerillas appeared in the capital — this is the first time they’ll see the face of ruthless Commander that wreaked havoc in Orvud. “Our comrades were subdued by the 47th Interior Unit and their remains are being prepared for release. We will not back off with empty hands, Petra will be brought home by us! Soldiers, advance!”

“Finally unleashing your true colors now, huh? Hundreds of citizens will die if you pushed through this, you damned in the head Commander! So much for fighting for their so-called emancipation!”

But then, not long after that remark, citizens brought out something from their sleeves. The Military Police panicked and immediately readied to fire upon realizing that everyone was armed.

If one were to look from afar, it could be deemed how gun turns people into killing machines whose every shot diminishes humanity, with every hit shredding any semblance of emotion — dreams of going home and letting someone go home, paying the debt to his country and seeking the country to pay its debt, among many other reasons.

Instead of fear, a couple of citizens — most from the frontlines — sneered at the guns pointed at them. “The position of your guns says a lot about you, state lapdogs!” Isabel, the one at the center, shouted. She then dropped a command, “Guns up the sky!” The citizens followed suit and thus she added, “Fire!”

The military police finally realized what was up — the citizens were not, in any way, holding real guns. It was smoke grenades to deprive them of vision, to give the flying guerillas their needed leverage. Isabel’s command for citizens to chant deprived them of the ability to hear the metal strings and so within a minute, three units of military police were put down.

If one were to look from afar, it could be deemed how the death of an endearing comrade turns people into a bloody rage, how the lack of choice but to collectively retaliate diminishes the upper hand of those in power.

Eventually, the citizens did not chant just Petra’s name. They chanted for Gunther Schultz, for Eld Jinn, for Oluo Bozado, for Petra’s father, and among all the mentioned, your heart screamed at them screaming justice for Furlan Church.

“Furlan was confirmed to be killed due to the prophecy,” Erwin muttered to himself as both of you fled. “So my gamble to take you with me upon his death was the right call...”

“I don’t want to be called Anna anymore.”

“But that would keep your identity from the surface safe. Are you sure?”

“I know that’s what you’re trying to erase in this mission, Commander. To blur the distinction between civilians and guerillas would leverage our forces. To see the citizens comply with the plan right now shows how successful you are in it.”

“I’m not the one in success; the citizens brought it upon themselves. No one claims it but them. That’s the same reason why we must avoid bloodshed. None of our attacks must hurt the people below, and if there is someone to kill, it must be those who tormented Petra’s squad. Call for the—” Erwin was cut off when a series of gunshots were heard, and citizens’ chants were replaced by screams.

“They’re shooting the citizens!” Miche exclaimed. “They’re using them as pawns to distract us from attacking them!”

Erwin deduced the situation before speaking, “With a place this smokey, the military can easily claim we’re the ones behind the shooting,” Despite the horrifying realization, Erwin let out a grim smile — a deranged one, perhaps, one seething in anger. Then he dropped a command for everyone to hear. “Soldiers, kill every military police with guns at sight!”

“But Commander!” You shouted with heart drumming so loud at the thought of Isabel dying. “The citizens need help in evacuating!”

“No! We don’t have enough forces as it is. Continue charging at the enemy!”

“Erwin!”

“The MPs in the area are not too much right now and their desperation to shoot the unarmed is brought by their awareness that once the smoke subsides, all their units would be eliminated! They want to distract us! If we decrease our forces now and fail to eliminate them before the smoke's gone, then all of the people here would be doomed! Don’t go by their trap!”

“Commander, are you saying we let the citizens be the pawn?” Nanaba asked.

“No, the citizens here knew this could happen, and so their formation is arranged from those who are most willing to die to those who want to evacuate once the situation gets dire. Those who are to evacuate have trucks waiting for them at the back, all of which came from different farms. Now as we speak, people on the frontlines are helping the rest escape before bullet reaches them — they are all seizing their time left before the bullet reaches them.”

Isabel is willing to die.

Isabel very much knew she could die, and yet…

You pointed your gun below the silhouette of a soldier. Just when you were about to pull the trigger, something daunted you and your hands shook.

You're about to kill a military man — a being who most likely has a family waiting for him. But when he unhesitantly pulled his own trigger at the citizens, your shaking were motivated from anger.

"H-hah—"

Erwin called your name, "You don't have to kill them if you don't want to."

Isabel is willing to die.

"Hah, huh—" your breath ragged, shaking intensified, and the hah's soon became a scream as the statement repeated inside your mind: every bullet he shoots raises Isabel's chance of death. Isabel is willing to die. Isabel very much knew she could die. Isabel, Isabel, Isabel, Isabel.

The fury awakened something in you, it was the voice you fear the most:

FLOWER HANGING AT THE EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE, WITH AN UNDESERVING FATE SUBJECTED BY THE WORLD,

YOU HAVE TO UNLEASH THE LACK OF MERCY INSIDE YOU, TOO. THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU'D BE ABLE TO LIVE.

YOU HAVE TO UNLEASH THE LACK OF MERCY INSIDE YOU, TOO.

UNLEASH IT.

UNLEASH IT.

But now you listened as it talked, and for the first time in your life, you were not scared to do so.

You propelled a scream then pulled the trigger just before he could. It pierced his head. You pulled it again to ensure his death, crying. You flashed your gear towards another position to do more, to kill more.

You shouted alongside the bangs of your gun, all in tormenting urgency to save your friend.

Not long after, the shooting ended; the flares subsided. It's done, and the daunting casualties were flashed to everyone.

.Bloodshed. It was utter bloodshed.

"Clear! The next MP units are running 5 kilometers away from here!" A squad leader three roofs away from you reported from her telescope.

"Twenty casualties from the citizens! Ten injured, ten dead! Area all clear, the trucks are on the way to the Underground!" A squad leader down below had reported from the transceiver. 

"State of the military forces below, report," Miche said.

"All clear. None injured, all dead."

The Commander pressed the transceiver, "The Stohess operation is successful. All except the Command Unit and Squad Miche, discharge!"

"Yes, Sir!" Everyone said in unison.

The Squad Miche is just behind so no one uses the transceiver anymore. "The new squad unit is on standby at Stohess funeral home. The truck to bring them home is on alert, too."

"We would be able to bring them home," Erwin concurred. 

"Petra will be brought home."

Upon reaching the place, it came to you that the new squad unit in question is led by someone close to your heart.

"Levi!" With a blurry mind, you quickly ran towards him. Levi just finished tying two MP soldiers up; he turned in surprise upon hearing your voice.

He's alive. Levi's alive.

You jumped at him with a hug.

Levi's not the type to return that under normal circumstances. So now, he did it so tightly with a weak sigh of relief.

"Isabel is in the frontline," you wept, muffled in his cravat. "Why did you let her? What the hell is she thinking?"

"I made sure she was alive before flying here." He withdrew from the hug, and instead leveled his face the same as yours, "And she has the same question: why didn't she tell us she was Anna? Why didn't she tell us she joined the rebels?" And to end, he gave a hard flick on your forehead, "What the hell are you thinking?"

You averted your eyes away in guilt, but Levi knew better; he forced you to look at him while glaring.

"I'm sorry."

He called your name tiredly this time, contrary to the stern tone prior. "I'm not asking for apologies."

"I'm sorry Furlan died because of me. Whatever the confrontation, I was part of the reason why he died, because I used to be Anna, and they were finding me for the prophecy."

"No," he quickly interrupted. "It’s not your—"

"Because you're not her, I told you. You're the name you go by right now." Erwin cut in. "Whatever they planned on that dead child was out of your control, therefore not your fault. Also, the caught soldiers are saying something right now. Go back to the present."

"The rats keep on saying that Petra betrayed the movement. They took it back after I rearranged their faces." Levi deadpanned.

You walked to them as Miche pointed a gun at their heads, "They were sticking their noses too much! They were trying to seize information even lowly soldiers don't have the privilege of knowing!"

"Then Levi clasped on his collar, a pin of Interior Military Police clasped on it. "Then tell us. You're not a lowly soldier yourself. Tell us what you know."

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" In utter fear of what Levi could further ruin in his shape, he shakily responded, "The prophecy of Eldia's prosperity is never a bluff—"

Levi cut them off with a punch, "Seems like you still want more, huh? Might as well tell me how much of your teeth you want to lose."

"Levi, let him speak."

"I'm not here to mess around some fucking prophecy, Erwin. I did not involve myself, let alone Isabel, in this type of shit."

"But I'm telling the truth! Saying this to you will get my head opened by Commander Kenny!"

Levi stopped in his tracks upon hearing the name of his uncle. 

Sensing it, the soldier continued, "There was a world that used to be ruled by the royal family and that world was filled with giant monsters. Those monsters came from a tree, a tree blessed to the royal family. The giant monsters were used to kill every being that's not from the Eldian race—"

"You're speaking shit that's already been said by the storybooks," Levi hissed. "Don't waste our time."

"If the tree was from another world, what relevance does it have to today's prophecy? Are you telling me the tree is nothing but a conspiracy?"

"No, that's why let me finish!" The soldier countered. "Due to the sins Eldians incurred from that world, we weren't supposed to exist anymore. But someone saved us, someone had our existence persist, and that's why we're here! The goal of the prophecy is to relieve the savior and utilize their power for the prosperity of the entire humankind in this world!"

"And how do you know if it's true?"

"The royal family has visions of it."

"And you believed them?"

"Nations do! Marley believes them, Hizuru believes them, everyone does! How can a measly soldier like me decide what to believe with what's not when they do?"

Levi then grabbed a paper from his pocket and shoved it, "Then what does the saying in Furlan's cadaver mean? Alas, your men had done a fruitful job. The first horseman of the apocalypse has come in the form of a devil from the tree. How did Furlan become a signifier of war?" This time, Levi's face had changed. It was desperate, frustrated, seething in pain. "Just why—why, out of all people, why did someone like him get caught up in this mess?"

The soldier's face changed. It was a fear much greater than Levi. His face changed; even at the expanse of his teeth nor his face, he would not speak. He shuddered, tears flowed down without a word, and his eyes were so wide you'd think they could fall out.

"You won't answer, huh?"

Everyone was caught off guard when the soldier started banging his head at the wall behind him until it cracked. Even when blood poured down he didn't stop.

Miche grabbed him away before the final blow, even Levi was too shocked to speak. It proved that he wasn't lying. There was something in the prophecy and the royal family would rather sacrifice the whole populace instead of revealing it."

"Our job here is done. Apply first aid on that soldier and bring him in the truck."

"First aid?" Levi grimaced at Erwin, "You're letting him live?"

He looked at the now unconscious police before adding, "He was a citizen before a soldier and the guerillas are not terrorists. We're tending to his wounds and taking him in as a prisoner of war. Besides, with all the information he's leaked, he really has no other fate but an open head." As the other soldiers followed, Erwin looked at you, "The remains are already acquired and resting at the truck. We'll be bringing Petra home. Don't make her wait too long."

“Did you see this coming?”

“See what? The death of our comrades?”

“No. You know that Petra’s death would cause an uproar. It was all too fast and yet you were able to handle everything. And we succeeded. Did you see that coming?”

As the truck moved, a look of lament resonated on Erwin's face. He called your name weakly, "I became the Commander for a reason. This might be the worst encounter we had so far but certainly not a new thing within our ranks."

"Did Petra…" you gulped, "Did Petra really lead a tormenting life?"

"No, she said giving you the carrots was one of the happiest choices she made in her life." Levi mindlessly answered, not even turning at you. "After all, it was you who brought her to us."

"Petra didn't stop bugging me with her gratitude since I brought you here, too.”

And thus as if it was your long-awaited one, you wept hard. You didn't have the time to do so when you first got the news. You didn't have the time to do so when people were chanting for her justice. You couldn't even go to the other truck to look at it, even upon your arrival at the Underground district. 

When you came across the injured Isabel, your cries went harder. She cried with you alongside curses for the things you didn't say, but it didn't feel as heavy as earlier anymore. You might never be the same again but there are still people left.

There are still people left.

The population in the underground had tripled. Plenty of recalibration must be done and lots of newly built units to be trained. Due to Levi's uncanny prowess during the encounter and the fact that he was the one to put down half of the soldiers in Stohess, it was the right choice to make him a squad leader. In exchange, he bargained for Isabel as his second-in-command (for no apparent reason; it's just to ensure her welfare while recovering from the bullet wound).

"When the MPs started shooting at us without any reluctance, we realized there really was nothing to be done with our lands if we relied on them." A new kid named Armin from Levi's squad said.

"Besides, Petra was kind to us. It's just not fair." Eren concurred. He was reportedly a new advocate from the freshman level who, despite months of experience, had already been leading his entire college.

"Marco was a kind man. He didn't deserve to die the way he did earlier," another one chipped in.

"The bloody confrontation proved our narrowest target from here on — the Police Commander Kenny Ackerman, who was reported to be one of the founding instigators of the prophecy alongside Anna's father—" you grimaced at the mention of your former name, "and the royal family. As the line between civilians and rebels blurred, the policy of gaining aliases will not be needed anymore. Unless someone disagrees…?" Everyone shook their heads, hence Miche continued. "After the recalibration, units will be distributed to different provinces to further enlarge our bases. Does anyone have any questions before we adjourn the debriefing?"

A small blonde girl with long bangs hanging to her nose raised her hand, "H-how about the prophecy of the Reiss? Is it true?"

The people in the Command Unit — with Levi and Isabel included — exchanged glances. 

"We're not to rely on something based on hearsay. Unless we get concrete proof, the movement will deem it as conspiracy and bluff." Erwin answered.

"B-but—"

"If you don't have any questions concerning the new delegation of tasks, then let's adjourn the meeting for everyone to recuperate."

Without further ado, everyone rushed away from the hall tiredly. The small blonde girl followed suit, defeated. Just before you could ponder what she had to say, Erwin called you over to talk.

"Isabel reported something you should've said to me months ago, way before your training." He started, and thus you looked away in guilt. “They were able to find Anna not by the statement released by the guerillas but through Furlan himself." 

“That’s exactly why we have to investigate. This is not a black-and-white matter. If Furlan was with them, fully aware of that mission, how come he’s the only one who got killed?”

"Then what if it turned out not that complicated? You know better than spurring something without any basis.”

“But what if it isn’t baseless?” you took out the piece of paper you had gotten from Levi. “This is written in Furlan’s cadaver. No one understood it. No country goes by that language. But I did, Erwin. I did.”

There, Erwin’s grim was replaced with perplexity. “How?”

“This is how the voices inside me speak.”

What do you want to imply?”

“That I might be the devil they’re finding for. That Furlan died because of me. It spoke about the devil born by that tree! We saw that tree before, hadn’t we? Back in Mitras, what have you seen in that tree?"

"You remembered…?"

"Have you seen that I’m a monster, too? Is that why you were so horrified when we came across it back in childhood?”

“You are not a monster,” he scowled as if that was the main concern, “and no, I only saw what that tree could offer.”

“The conquest horseman inside me, what if it just altered my memory of killing Furlan as well? What if, all this time—”

“Stop.” This time, Erwin is no longer interested in unfolding further possibilities. You’re about to lose yourself again. “You must be aware that if the horseman entails conquest, the devil who killed Furlan might’ve gotten on you too and taken over your mind. If things would go like this then we must assume the royal family isn’t our only enemy. Let's come up with a recalibration concerning this possibility."

“W-what are we supposed to do?"

“We have to seek those who saw the tree as well. Those who saw it aside from us.”

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[mytvd]

why is caroline's hair and lingerie post-vampire bite her cutest look so far

omfg toe ring closeup

why is vicki so upset at jeremy feeling like she hooked up with him for "the drugs" after she accused his motives. what is her deal. my initial dislike is morphing into a burning need to figure her out

have elena and stefan even been "dating" for 24 hours yet? this bff/bf bonding hang seems so sudden

i like matt's instincts to leave elena alone, wow. so rare!!

why is mr. tanner's class now on the end of ww2??? i need to see the syllabus

he's the football coach too???? D:

if i didn't already know matt lives i would definitely assume he was destined from how decent he's acting to elena and stefan. why is he friends with tyler

i mean i get that in high school friends are often proximity-based but ugh

"stefan and i have watched every single person we've cared about die" lmao what a natural thing to say

is it important for the vampires to stay on the down low or what?? they are not being subtle at all lol.

if damon is supposed to be 25 why tf he is hanging out with these teens like this?? i get it is to mess with stefan but it's creepy. also what would jenna think about this. where is she

damon could be doing literally anything with his immortality and super senses. so far i am buying that stefan is trying to live a "human life" but damon could be sowing true chaos somewhere with a lot more going on than a small town in virginia. and amongst people with more interesting lives than high school students

the crow im speechless

i think i would find stefan much more boring if i had seen this show at an earlier time in life (especially while it was airing) but at this point i'm so beyond fatigued over seeing woman brutalized in the media and real life and the state of the world that seeing this sensitive guy trying to [presumably] genuinely appreciate small human moments and support his girlfriend is nice? and i like how invested he is in bringing damon's humanity to light (although it doesn't seem like he's doing anything to really keep him from killing non-elena citizens). maybe he gets more boring? also watching the way caroline and vicki are being treated by men is disgusting.

"you can have her when i'm done" dear god how does vicki stomach the presence of tyler!!!!

"yes it is, otherwise you wouldn't put an alternate meaning behind everything you say" okay elena!!!

tbh one reason i never watched this show is because i hated mia on degrassi so much that i didn't think i could handle a show where nina dobrev is the protagonist but i like her a lot on this so far! i was wrong

can stefan even pretend to be upset about damon killing mr. tanner

it gets addressed in btvs that the sunnydale cops are aware of the existence of vampires so i am wondering if the mystic falls cops do as well? like how many bodies with identical neck wounds could they bring in without connecting them to each other? also i guess i know sunnydale is a hellmouth full of monsters and idk if there are atp other vampires killing people besides damon.

oops i spoke too soon i guess stefan doesn't believe in damon after all lol

#the vampire diaries #tvd 01x03 #vampire diaries #tvd

[addictivewhispering]

IRLvFRA thoughts/ramblings

i posted some preliminary thoughts on twt but i'm back now so i can finally write up a longer post. so here's my thoughts on attending the match that no one asked for 🤗

i was sitting in a random section on the home side surrounded by irish fans so that impacted my experience a lot. the first thing i noticed. mbappe was getting IMMENSELY booed by the crowd. from when his name was announced in the starting lineup to pretty much every single time he touched the ball. literally boos as far as the ear could hear. it actually quite shocked me bc i've never attended a match in person before, i knew fans could get passionate but not to this level??!!?! anyway i felt really bad for him ngl mfbckdhskdh, griezmann was getting some boos too but it was nowhere near as vocal anyway thats why i dont blame mbappe for ghosting like half the game

i did have a decent seat but it was still pretty hard to see all the players esp on the far half so i didn't get an amazing view of pavard's goal or the celebration ☹️ but aaa looking at the closeup pictures and them all being happy makes me happy... that i was there in some form....

i straight up thought giroud was gonna die like 3 times during the match i was so scared for him omfg. he went down once quite early i think if i remember correctly? or he got stepped on or something or maybe both happened i dont even know bro. but when he went down and didnt immediately get back up I WAS LIKE ...... GIRL I CANT SEE (i think he was the far end of the pitch) IS HE OKAY OR WHAT. and then i saw him holding his knee on the big screen and i was like fuck shit fuck. but he got up so it was ok. but he was kinda limping for a while so it wasn't really ok. AND THEN LATER the second half probably when the ball was stopped for a second he like stood there and rested his hands on his knees (idk how to describe this position but hopefully you know what i mean) and gestured to the referee not to continue play AND I WAS LIKE ???????? IS HE FUCKING DYING cuz it looked like his legs might have been cramping or something idk he wasn't moving very well i was so scared he was gonna have to get subbed off early 😭 and by early i mean earlier than usual but he still ended up being able to play 60 minutes even if i felt like he was struggling towards the end so i guess it's ok... maybe maybe not........

and yes the attacking issues were just as frustrating in person. there were so many times i just shook my head and sighed because the players up there weren't connecting well enough... giroud was barely being serviced for most of it bc people weren't crossing inwards... literally felt like i was watching milan play 💀 but whatever we won so it doesnt matter(?)

towards the end tho the irish fans somehow managed to get Even Louder after a series of ref decisions (or non-decisions) and the close attempts at goal at the end omfg..... it was very electrifying all in all. i do kinda wish i could've sat in the section dedicated for french fans so i maybe could have actually cheered and stuff (was kinda scared i'd get like hatecrimed or something if i vocally rooted for france right in the middle of all the irish HAHAHA) but it is what it is :>

#my demons #after FRANED i was like... what if IRLFRA is a 0-1 stinker #no comment on that. #and also....... #no YAOI CRUMBS #but that's just me being insane really

[crowned-clown-rising]

Hello and welcome to part 2 of: It's 2022 and this girl is watching the bbc Merlin show for the first time!

The section in which I sell my soul to yet another terrible show that ended years ago and share my comments and thoughts with you so that you can see my falling and have a laugh. (And sharing your best fics.)

Part 1 | Part 3

• Second season is in. I'm not too happy about the new let's treat Merlin badly as if we hadn't fallen in love a whole season back.

• Gwen this has nothing to do with you. I love you. You have done nothing wrong ever take those flowers to Morgana my dear off you go.

• How do you guys call the 4 kids team from camelot? I'm calling them the camelot team free will until further notice. Mertroupe? Arteam? Camegang?

• Me naming Morgana my sword on the otome game Eldarya was not a coincidence, that was true fate because that woman is my wife.

• Does Merlin realise that an entire village of druids was slaughtered because of him or is he just going to shrug it off?

• A couple of episodes ago Morgana and Gwen were fighting off Odin's men and now they can't pick up a sword for their lifes what is going on here

• Ah, spoke too soon. I've never been happier to eat my words look at that combo omfg step on me swing that sword flawlessy yess my lady go offfc

•"She is more than just my maid" scene 🏳️‍🌈 season two is currently a downfall for merthur and Morgwen taking their place

• The scene where Arthur asks Merlin advice on dating girls... That bit was gayest thing I've seen. If I were to watch that without context, I would absolutely read it as 2 gays in the closet. It even removed the bisexuality of them.

• The change in Merlin's eyes from "Maybe my father was wrong about magic-You really believe that?" to "All sorcerers are evil thank you for remining me" breakes my heart into little pieces.

• Freya 😶 why didn't she fly away earlier tho? AnD ARTHUR COMFORTING MERLIN IN THE END THAT WAS SO CUTE.

• Several times already Arthur has gotten Merlin out of trouble without even knowing what he was being acused for, and not caring even he were to be guilty. He just wants him save and well 🥺

• Honestly my girls were onto something. They were about to take the kingdom with 0 death counts-except maybe some knights- (bc the ppl were just asleep) and free the kingdom from the magic prosecution. Why are they being antagonized like this.

• The poison bit– My sweet child I'm so sorry.

• No but all of this is actually sad bc Morgana actually has no idea what is happening she just has a vague guess

• Morgwen divorce. The worst plot of the show. Unfair. Homophobic.

• "Goodnight, son" I'M FUCKING CRYING THERE ARE TEARS ON MY FACE MY DARLING BOY

• What an episode. What a show honestly.

#merthur #merlin #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #arthur #uther pendragon #bbc arthur #morgana #morgana pendragon #bbc gwen #guinevere pendragon #guinevere

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

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Ok... but not the most accurate argument I've seen regarding this...

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Ok starts out well and factual...

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Again, all quite true... Then the legal changes occurred...

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And when these legal changes were made which companies were ordered to end them specifically? Well...

Agencies targeted by the ruling include the country’s top three: JYP Entertainment, SM Entertainment, and YG Entertainment. Smaller firms, LOEN, FNC, Cube, Jellyfish Entertainments and DSP Media were also included. - Source

So no BigHit (now HYBE) mmm, interesting...

Ok let's be clear here, there are two types of contracts... Idol Trainnee Contracts and Idol Contracts. A trainnee contract can be up to 5 years and Idol one up to 7. BTS's first started on 13th June 2013 and ended on 12th June 2020 (7 years). We know this because they stated this during the BangBangCon Live concert.

So, 2018 was not their contract end, it was when BigHit initiated contract renegotiations.

Also, technically 2017 was when they started to take off (DNA and Billboard Awards noms anyone?).

There is no basis in fact, just assumption here...

Again no basis in facts...

Firstly, the fact that BTS didn't have any money was probably because not 2-3 years earlier BH was on for verge of not continuing with the BTS project until I The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Pt. 1 was released and they started to make some money. Also remember, for most of 2016/2017 they were on tour or promoting. So when were they gonna spend there money?

Also, after Wings Tour there was bit of down time for them during the renegotiations, which by the BIgHit insisted they involve the Parents and outside legal counsel if the wished to do so.

I think the initial contract stipulated that all should live together in a dorm provide by BH. I have theorised that post contract re-sign they were all allowed to purchase their own property and live there. We know Jin was living somewhere else in 2018, as was Tae & Yoongi in 2019, and by the 2020 nearly all were living away from the dorm.

Also, J Hope's purchase was for his parents. How do this? Well Leetuk has mentioned on several occasions bumping in them at his home in Trimage.

I swear some people...

Anyway, we know that a solo era has always been in the works and was meant to happen from 2021, but covid and all that jazz.

Additionally, this solo era would have been negotiated as part of their new contract (which according to some was set to end in 2024) AND that BH would be manging said solo era. We know this because the boys mention this and so have HYBE themselves.

In order for any member to sign deals they would have to notify their management company... why? Because THEY ARE UNDER CONTRACT with NH, and said management company would likely need to be INVOLVED IN THOSE CONTRACT NEGOTIATIONS, with other brands, because they manage artist schedules, security and styling, so it doesn't conflict with HYBE/BH plans/policy and BTS concept; as well as it not conflicting with anything in their contract with BTS. People who don't get this are idiots and shouldn't be allowed anywhere near social media.

Agencies are designed to represent their Artists, some fans may not like that but that is an actual fact and BigHit is continuing to represent BTS in their solo era, including with brand deals, features and variety show work.

We don't know the ins and outs of what was agreed regarding Tae and JK's solo work, But JK's FIFA song, got tweeted about and behind the scenes work by BH. Tae's work with Jinny's kitchen has had some promos, and but the Sim Invest deal might and lack of announcement might have something to do with BTS's contract with Tokopedia, and e-commerce company in the same country.

We don't know, so stop suggesting something based on vagueness.

OMFG... Go watch this video and fucking enlighten yourselves with some facts from Korean entertainment lawyers...

They explain that...

... K-Pop companies rarely use slave contracts now, and that a company would make some headlines if they decided to go back to using it....

.... while companies can request to get paid training fees by their trainees, it’s not common. They even explain how people should shy away from a company if they ask for training fees...

Also, if BH/HYBE were being so fucking cruel to deny them opportunities (which we have no real evidence fore) or support, do you seriously think that Tae and JK who were involved in disbandment talks in 2018 wouldn't just straight up and fucking sue HYBE to be released early from their contract?

Why fucking waits another year, when supposedly they ain't getting any work, which could damage their brand?

I swear some people have not fucking clue how the real-world works. BTS and their members currently are the single most important asset for BH and HYBE and have built that company from the ground up. Do you seriously think so fucking little of Tae and JK that they would allow themselves to be used in such manner? Well obviously, yes in this case, otherwise we'd be seeing potential legal proceedings against BH by them.

I bet by 2024/2025 rolls around the we'll get an announcement of them formerly re-signing with HYBE for another 7 years.

Some people need to grow the fuck up.

#taekook #jungkook #taehyung #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #my asks #hybe #bighit #kpop

[prince-simon]

Hey, new reader here! Kinda!

Just discovered Prince Simon Universe for about 4 weeks now and it's been an obsession! Re-reading right now!!!

Not very good for my Borderline, full of emotional rollercoasters! You will hear from my therapist, just so you know!

Anyway, I want to tell you that you created something so beautiful, so precious with " I don't think our love is brand new ", and that you made me laugh, cry and sob.

They love each other so much, that it hurts. And when they are not together?!?! It breaks my heart, bestie! Wille feels so much saudade de Simon!! I can't!!

Honestly, it was very difficult and tough to go through the chapters where Simon was so depressed, it hit a little bit too close to home.

So, I took a break, that is why I didn't comment sooner, sorry.

But, I came back and got through it, little by little and I have to say that I am amazed.

The care and respect that you displayed on the subject brought tears to my eyes. Really!

It takes a very gorgeous human being and a talented writer, to put down into words such heavy, raw and vulnerable situations with that care.

I'm struggling to find the words to say everything I wanted so, thank you for this glorious piece of FREE work! You really should be paid for all the hard work!!!

Aannd, I saw that you love Maro?!?! Yes, just proves my point, only beautiful people can love a queen like her. As a fellow Portuguese, I can say that we do not appreciate Maro enough, I'm so happy that she's getting the recognition she deserves!!

Can I suggest you a song? I think you will like it! Let me know!

https://youtu.be/gIP1hwTJOvs

And finally, I have a little request!

Could you, kindly, step on me?

As hard as you can?

Please?

Sorry for the long text, I just felt the need to tell you and get it out, you probably already heard the same thing a thousand times before.

Well, I hope you are happy and healthy!

Enjoy your very well-deserved vacation with your man!!!

Love u 💜

hiii welcome!!! that's so exciting omfg!!

i've been told i'm gonna hear from a lot of therapists jdkdjd i'll add you to the list lol... any chance any of your therapists can take me on? lololol

it's sooo fair that it was a lot to get through the depression chapters, it definitely was for me too! i also took frequent breaks writing it and you do not have to apologise at all for not commenting earlier!!

thank you so much for your kind words! it was so important to me to portray this in the most caring way i possibly could and my betas definitely helped me a lot in achieving that!

maro!!! yes!!! heard her for the first time while watching esc and i've been hooked ever since!! her voice!!! her songs!!! everything about her is so beautiful!!! and portuguese as a language is so pretty???

that song!!! oh my god it's gorgeous!! i listened to it last night just before going to bed and it made me feel so peaceful!! thank you for sharing 💗

lmaoooo i could offer you a hug instead of stepping on you? jdjdjdj

and you don't have to say sorry for sending long messages!! i love them!!! i thrive on them!! and i love hearing everyone's thoughts and feelings about my writing so thank you so so much for that!!

I hope you are happy and healthy too!!

thank youuu i gotta wait two more weeks for my vacation but i'm so excited!!!

love you 💗

#prince simon au #young royals #ask #simonslittlebitch #btw that url is gold #obsessed with it jdjdjdjd #so true

[volcornsdjmmismwa]

The musical

Chapter 2

At the hospital

Roses pov

Beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeep

"Rosey...."

"Hello?"

"Hi rose"

"Who are you ?"

"I am you your subconsciousness."

"Really?"

"Yes my dear"

"I believe y/n would be so upset if you didn't wake up am I right?" The other me claims with a smile.

"Wake up? What do you MEEAAANNNNNN?

Suddenly she pushes me into a random hole

Normal pov

"I NEED A OXYGEN PUMP AND AnD and a ma'am?"

"What happened?" I ask a bit confused

After explaining

"IS MY FRIEND OK?!?!"

"Yes and-"

"ROSE!"

I hear my best friend y/n's voice outside the door.

"Y/N"

"ROSE"

I jump up in utter happiness as my friend comes flying in the room

Later....

Knock knock knock

"Miss y/n visiting time is over"

"R-really? I- um well I'll be back in the morning rose"

I lean down kiss my sleeping friend on the forehead.

"Bye Rose"

I exit the hospital and approach my car.

????? Pov

In head

Here's my chance to introduce myself .Why do I feel so scared like i feel she is gonna scream.

I slowly sit up as she climbs into the car.

Normal pov

I turn to see the man from earlier now fully awake and sitting up staring at me.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

He gently but quickly puts his hand over my mouth.

"Please don't scream I won't hurt you m'dear"

He hesitates then removes his hand.

"Who are you ?"

"I am music Man but you can call me DJ"

Dj's pov

In mind

Heheheeeeeee she is so beautiful up close we could get a house,get married and maybe have kid.

"DJ?"

A very toothy grin spreads across my face as I suddenly get a thought about having a kid about the special "PROCESS".

"DJ!"

I am snapped out of my thoughts as she stares at me.

"Yes my little diamond?"

"Ok so one don't call me that two why was you smiling and dribbling three please sit back I'm gonna go find a hotel to stay in now."

He smirks

"Ok diAMoNd"

I huff in utter irritation

In y/n 's mind

Ohh your so gonna regret this

Normal pov

Every corner I take I purposely speed up causing him to roll all around the back seat .As we get closer to a traffic light it turns red.

"Hahahaha perfect"I say

"Huh?"

"I break extremely hard causing him to go face first into the back of the passenger seat.

I park my car in a parking lot next to a overgrown bush.

"Diamond can I come too?"

"No you can not skinny man"

"Watch your mouth DIAMOND"

I climb out and slam the door locking him inside.

"Hi welcome to the star hotel!"

"Hi may I book a room for two weeks?"

"Of course you can have it free"

"R-really?"

"Of course it's the least I could do and you can stay as long as you want!"

The short brunette-haired lady gives me a card.

"Room 28 is free it's on the second floor"

"Thx"

When she gets there

I open the door and close it.

*Sigh*

I turn round and is face to face with DJ.

"OMFG JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE"

I climb in between his legs take my sandals off and throw them at him.He ducks causing the the black sandals to hit the door.

I throw my jacket on the floor and jump under the covers.

He walks over to me, takes out a music box and winds it up.(The song you have to listen to thought SoundCloud or Spotify sorry. Y'all those were the only options it had)

"Welp my little diamond I'll go back to car and leave you -

SNOOOOOORE

He sniggers

Goodnight my little dandelion

DJ pov

In mind

She is so cute when she sleeps

I climb out the window and get in the car.

What will in chapter 3 ? Will rose be ok? Will y/n get a new home?If we can get 2 or 3 likes on this I'll make a chapter 3 .

#Spotify #SoundCloud

[wack-ashimself]

The new 'Mr and Mrs Smith' just wasn't worth it...

Before I begin, I do want to say this is more a romantic comedy with action than a comedic action romance.

I say that because DEAR GOD DIALOGUE.

And only 1/2 of it's good.

Pros: This was CLEARLY expensive to make. They go all around the world and rent the most expensive places you could imagine. Ever watch something that makes you go 'I'm so poor, I didn't know that existed for rich people?' You will watching this. lol

You feel, tho rushed, being the circumstances, that their relationship naturally forms and they have some deep conversations that even married couples of decades don't have.

Most of the action was solid...not believable, but solid.

Cons: This was expensive to make. That's why it looks pretty, but you don't really give a fuck where they are. Because it seems a good chunk of the action was more where it took place than what occurred. I mean I love a good shootout as much as the next, but basically NEVER taking a SINGLE bullet from trained killer spies? BULL.

It was dragged out. OMFG. They love each other, hate each other, it was a roller coaster, but not worth the 8 episode wait line. By the end, you just didn't believe their connection anymore. On either side. Both...seemed too untrusting to make something work, IMO.

I mean, they took the original movie, SLIGHTLY changed the premise, stretched it the fuck out...but then the exact same scenes, some even dialogue, was repeated straight from the original movie. WTF. I didn't want just a LONGER version of a much better brad pitt flick.

Just...you could watch this and, like me, think FROM THE BEGINNING the organization they worked for were trying to kill them. Or them each other. But they kept going back to them. WHY? And when they first break up, it's kinda 'you've been talking thru all your problems, and NOW you want to quit?'

It was just all over the place. Then they introduce the main baddy, last episode, saying he is an all knowing god, then go 'see ya next season if you want answers.' See, in the original movie, that made sense. It wasn't who they were or what they wanted; you just know they couldn't have those spies surviving. This they just put click bait at the end of the season so you'll be pushed to ask for season 2 (please don't. Not a single fucking answer they could give would make another 8 fucking episodes of this worth it).

The leads are both great just...weak plot points, dialogue, and shit you could see coming from a mile away. This added nothing original or worthwhile to the mix. It's kinda like when they did those all black whoppers at burger king. Yeah, that's kinda cool, but mostly useless.

Mr. And Mrs. Smith, the long ass fucking movie: 6/10.

ps-best part? NOPE. Cuz I barely laughed and wasn't impressed with most of the series. So worst part. The last episode did what ALL the others were trying to do: milk nostalgia off the original movie. So after John and Jane's big confrontation, house a wreck, they know that they weren't trying to kill each other (finally. Even tho he swore earlier in the series he would NEVER kill her), so they know their employer is just trying to kill them...

In walks alpha John and Jane (another older team). And instead of regrouping and going 'why the fuck are they here?', I swear to fucking god, just because they were running out of time film wise, they stand up and greet them. THEY ADMITTED TO KILLING OTHER TEAMS BEFORE, they show up after they assume 1 or both of you are dead, and you say 'HELLO'!? GOD DAMN IT. And to know Glover helped produced this show makes it SO much worse being Atlanta was one of the best shows EVER MADE. I ain't saying this is the worst thing he's ever done, but def in the top 10, easy.

#mr and mrs smith #donald glover #reviews #movie reviews #spoiler #spoilers