venatorx said: im bein cheated on </3
“ i’m ... sorry. i failed you... as a... lover... ”
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venatorx said: im bein cheated on </3
“ i’m ... sorry. i failed you... as a... lover... ”
EREN SAN!!
“ eren... kun..”
Riesejager.
HAH?! WHAT ARE YOU ALL ON ABOUT?!
*GETS READY TO DISPOSE OF THESE FAKE HOS*
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS ?!?!?!
*LOOKS AT THESE FAKE HEDGEHOGS WITH FIRE IN HIS EYES!!!*
QUIT SCREWING WITH ME -- I’M EREN. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!
*IS PISSED BC HE’S CONFUSED AS HELL LIKE WHAT ?? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!*
❛ ETERNAL RETRIBUTION.
RIESEJAGER.
*shows up from mars; stares in confusion*
why are we —-
who are you IMPOSTORS ??!?!?!?!?!?
*eren stares at in aggression*
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING IMPOSTOR ?
*looks @ them both; slightly aggravated.*
i’m going…. to the MOON….
*eren goes 2 the moon*
*eren sees eren 2.0 from earth; is shocked*
you’re me.. --
W HA T THE ACTUAL FUCK I HATE YOU ALL.
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said: noooo, not at all! you’ll get really useful tips on starting a business. for free! xaziro said: dON’T C C lcik it
there are two different kinds of people...
i’m going to regret clicking the shitty button aren’t i?
--- Gently ruffles Eren's hair with a finger because that's the best display of mutual adoration he can do as opposed to anything that might ( accidentally ) kill and/or maim the boy on his birthday.
ebony locks become disheveled upon this action. eren flinched slightly in response at first, but once the realization hit him, the tension had begun to fade from him. his silver eyes meet with those of the behemoth, surprise colored the canvas that was his facial structure.
“oi, careful.” —- thank you.
❛ i’m not certain this can be considered a gift. ❜
“it’s not a big deal.”
Eyes brighter than the light of day, the boy approached his friend with a grin. Perhaps he was much too joyous on this particular day. To say that the year had been rough was more than an understatement. Every passing day was a gamble, a guessing game of what was to happen next. There was never any guarantee of seeing the sun rise nor set the following day. There was never any guarantee of making it to the next week nor month, or even year. Yet, somehow, they had managed. Eren had managed to see his next birthday, and there was nothing that Armin could possibly be more glad about. “Happy Birthday, Eren!” A small box wrapped in brown paper was held in the palm of his hands, which he had extended to Eren. There was little time for finding particularly nice wrapping paper, and anyhow, the paper was not exactly important. Attached was a note: ‘For the times when we can’t all be together, we’ll always be right here with you.’ ( open the box )
silence coiled around them for a moment — the only form of communication between the two was exchanged glances; monochrome irises shift from armin’s amiable gaze to what he was presenting to him.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
it’d felt as if centuries had passed since his previous birthday. a feeling of familiarity arose within him — something relatively nostalgic. memories of home flash before him for just a split second. memories of when things had been seemingly tranquil.
eren took the gift in his own hands as curiosity settled on his facial features. it was the sound of wrapping paper being torn that broke the quietude, the raven haired boy continued to rip through until the box beneath became visible. slender fingers brush lightly over the box before proceeding in opening it.
within the small box were two pendants. lips twitched upward ever so slightly in response to the gift — to armin’s effort and consideration, “thanks. you didn’t have to..” sentence trailed off as his eyes shift back to meet his friend’s enthusiastic gaze.
Happy Birthday Eren Jaeger! (March 30th)
I’m just going to state the obvious. We have a doppelgänger in our midst. As a soldier who respects my duties and priorities, I am disgusted by how much you have copied me. Do you not have any value or respect for originality? You’re a laughingstock. It’s cheesy. It’s disgusting. I personally find it absolutely atrocious. I am embarrassed to be sitting here in your presence having to even dignify you with an answer. I’m going to say it. You make me sick. It’s absolutely disgusting.
well, to me eren jäger, you’re beautiful..
It’s bugging me, grating me And twisting me around
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’is there even any soap in it? it looks so clear like… clear water.’
if the stains wouldn’t go away there would be the only reason. there wasn’t any soap. he wouldn’t want to ask who prepared the bucket but forgetting the soap was not making the floor getting cleaner; and that was a fact.
he released a sigh and then got up. ‘there’s no soap in it. no wonder it doesn’t get cleaner, no matter how much you scrub. if you are up for bleeding fingertips you should stop and get some soap.’
he lets out a loud groan that echoes throughout the partially vacant room, aggravation settles on his facial features. brows furrowed and gaze casts downward to stare at the bucket filled with plain water, “i knew i shouldn’t have trusted that fucking bastard —-”
inappropriate words were muttered as he proceeded in standing up from his former crouched position. the shifter internally questioned why he had decided to believe that jean was genuinely being a good guy by offering to get him the supplies. “— d’you know where the soap’s at?”