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Nostalgia Critic quotes {Sentence Starters}

"Why does he get to call the shots?"

"It is not only bad, it is annoying. Ungodly annoying."

"This is the greatest movie I've ever seen in my life!"

"Maybe this won't be so horrible, after all."

"A prince, really? I, uh... never would've guessed."

"From the minute you hear it, it is never gonna leave your head."

"Hey, you! You want 20 bucks?"

"Surely spending your entire life just playing video games can't get you any kind of fame."

"I love you all! You're all so beautiful and innocent to me!"

"What kinda sick, crazy world is this?!"

"It's supercrapafuckerificexpialibullshit."

"Sorry, sorry, it's just- Wow, is this one bad!"

"Hey, kid! What do you want to see on TV?"

"It's honestly like talking to a kid on the ultimate of sugar highs."

"Looking back, I’ve noticed this is the stupidest idea in the entire world."

"Oh my god! That's blood!"

"I can safely say that I'm not the least bit happy!"

"Oh, well, I guess that's cool — WHA?!"

"Oh, it's you. How'd you get up here?"

"Alright, that's a little dark, but, you get what I'm getting at."

"Unbelievable, I mean just unbelievable."

"This is crazy! In every possible meaning of the word!"

"If I got shot in the head, then how did I survive?"

"Nothing can stop him. Nothing would dare."

"I don't know whether to give it to a scientist to examine or a priest to exorcise!"

"Look, I don't know why you're getting so angry-?"

"I'll never use a can of Raid again!"

"OK, it'd be gross, but imagine how many lives you could save!"

"So, no disrespect, I apologize, let's move on."

"Most people would consider that a little out of the norm."

"I really hope you people appreciate what I do for you."

#;games #{ ok but the nostalgia critic is my biggest problematic fave on the face of the earth gIMME GIMME }#{ rebageling some memes for the like 2 new followers and in general }

semi-hiatus ( but not really )

{ boop boop hello darkness and laziness my old friend

so uuh that break ended up tAKING WAY LONGER THAN IT SHOULD’VE FOR A VARIETY OF REASONS ( mostly because life is destroying me ) and i basically forgot i had this blog but i’m here now and i’m ready for freddy or at least i’ll try to be active but this blog is just sorta floating through space at this point so i don’t really know hah we’ll see stares at 8000 drafts i’ve also been contemplating changing this blog to eren because while my annie muse is here i’m also really feeling eren again tbh... but yeah i'll try to get to work on all this stuff pff }

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{{ hey, i’m really sorry about the lack of activity n all lately- i guess i’ve just had sort of a mini writers block when it comes to annie tBH??? that and school is hitting me hard + my depression has started itself up again so while i don’t think i’ll be on hiatus or anything i’m probs gonna drop off the face of the earth for a few days, sorry! }

#;ooc #;tbd

souldraggerarchive

Do u ever just want to RP with a certain mutual but they’re like PERFECT and you’re the lord of potatos?

#food tw #;ooc #;tbd #{ aaAAAYYY }#{ *stares at all of the like 3 mutuals i have tBH* }

{{ loud B)))))ing heard off in the distance as i have one draft left }

#;ooc #;tbd #{ SO CLOSE TO BEING ABLE TO GOOF OFF }

zxcharius-deactivated20160309

“You look like you could use a hand.”

—【 ♔ 】—

“Yes, I could. If you’re offering to help me, I’d like that.” Mike had been unloading supplies for an hour now. He hasn’t asked for help because they just came back from a mission; although it was small and few were lost, many of the younger recruits were injured. Everyone else is stuck training and finishing off paperwork, so Mike volunteered to do this himself.

He stops and wipes sweat off of his forehead. “Shouldn’t you be training? Ah, I suppose I could use some help anyways.”

lxonharts-blog

Annie normally wasn’t in this good of a mood, but today she found herself able to make an exception. She wasn’t exactly beaming and smiling and laughing, but she was feeling pretty good. Great, even. While a few people had died on the latest mission she had been dragged along on, it was nobody she knew, so she wasn’t particularly affected by their deaths. They were just collateral, and she wasn’t about to let them affect her any further than that and ruin her unusually good mood. She would’ve normally never initiated a conversation with someone like Mike, let alone offered to help him on an average day. But, she was willing to make a few exceptions here and there.

She glanced to the side innocently as Mike mentioned that she should be training. Annie was a learned master of absenteeism, as she and Mike both probably knew by now. ❝I’d suppose so, but... I think you and I both know I’m not one for unnecessary work. ❞ She walked over to the desk and began sorting through the nearest stack of papers, her half-lidded blue eyes moving back and forth as she slowly made her way through the pile.

#;ic #;rp #{ gIMME THAT MIKE ANNIE INTERACTION }#{ tbh mike has always been my unproblematic fave }#{ i jUST FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM LIKE }#{ ill save my emotional mike rambling for another time but just }#{ *clutches heart* }#zxcharius #v; humanity's strongest #{ i'm not entirely sure what annies doing here i think sHES JUST }#{ a gOOD SOLDIER??? IN MY HOUSE??/?/??? }#{ like i think she wants to be nice and help and probably actually has fun doing boring crap like paperwork }#{but at the same time it's like }#{annie: i will end u }#{ idek i'm just throwing ideas around }

your-highness-trancy:

The blonde Earl’s eyes scanned his surroundings, though he obviously hadn’t been paying much attention to the people around him. After all, they were mere distractions to the other, who happened to be more concerned over the fact he was somewhere he had never seen, or imagined, before. Perhaps it were a mere dream, and Claude would be waking him up shortly with a nice cup of tea, breakfast, and his stupid apathetic face. For now, it was a test of endurance and patience for the easily-aggravated boy.

At the sudden contact of another, the male cringed away and scowled; his blue eyes narrowed into a hateful stare. Whether it were a dream or reality, Alois despised being interrupted by those he didn’t know. Strangers didn’t deserve his time, especially one such as the female standing before him. Didn’t she know who he was? If it were a dream, surely she would have. Yet, she treated him like a mere child. He heaved a sigh, standing tall and stoic, his lips creased into the smallest of snarls.

“Lost?” He was not a mere child; an Earl, head of a high-standing household, surely he was not to be treated as if he were an ignorant young kid. Although, despite his silent claims, he was truly lost. This city, if that was what it was, did not look familiar in the least. He certainly wasn’t anywhere near his estate. Nonetheless, pride held precedence over any sort of show of weakness. He wasn’t about to admit that he was lost, not he; Alois Trancy, head of the Trancy estate, refused to look like a child before this older female. Ironically, however, he often portrayed himself as childish, immature, and even unsophisticated. “I’m not that pathetic. Don’t think so lowly of me– do you even know who I am?” His hand rested on his hip, tongue poking out in an obscene gesture that displayed nothing but his age. Inappropriate, perhaps. But disrespectful, as well. He had no reason to respect this stranger, and would treat her just as he saw fit, which often was rude and crass.

Annie was about to open her mouth to say something, but she stopped herself. She hadn’t been expecting the boy to be such a brat. She’d be understandably annoyed if someone bumped into her like that, but she had apologized, even if it was a short and half-hearted one. Apparently apologizing and attempting to be nice was treating someone as if they were pathetic now. Her suspicions of him being but a child were confirmed with the way he was acting. While Annie tried her best not to judge people based on age, seeing as how she was basically a one-man-army at the age of 12, she couldn’t help but feel superior over them. She didn’t exactly have anything against children, but most of the time, they just ended up getting on her nerves, much like the boy in front of her. She was already pissed from being forced into running errands for the Military Police and Hitch alike, she certainly didn’t need an annoying kid on top of all that.

She felt almost personally offended at the fact that after sassing her, he stuck his tongue out at her. This was only encouraging the nagging thought in the back of her mind to reduce herself to his level and make childish gestures at the boy to mock him, but no. She had to show that she was the one in control here. She was the adult. Teenager. Whatever. She could tell he was almost trying to imitate her, trying to show that he wasn’t a “child” and yet here he was, acting like a nine year old. It was honestly kind of fun to watch. She furrowed her golden brow as she felt the slightest pang of aggravation that she had to look up at him. While she wasn’t about to yell at him or anything like that, seeing as how he was probably much younger than herself, she wasn’t going to sugarcoat her reply in the slightest. She let out a frustrated sigh. While she was happy to help a lost child, no matter whether they were precious little angels or fire-spewing hell demons, he wasn’t exactly being cooperative. She supposed she couldn't really hold it against them, for they were just ignorant children who probably didn't know what they were doing or their parents had never taught them tact, but she let her anger gently push those rational thoughts out of the way. Her policy when it came to children is that they were treated mostly however they decided to treat her.

❝What are you— twelve? I couldn’t care less whether you were the King of the walls or a lowly beggar. Speaking of lowly, if you want me to bow down and worship you, your current behavior isn’t exactly helping your case. I’ll ask you again— are you lost?❞

#{ lMAO THIS IS GONNA GET HEATED SO FAST TBH }#{ *waits for annie to turn into an angry 13 year old on xbox live* }#;ic #;rp #v; canon #{ technically though i think annie is only about two years older than him }#{ annie: haha im older ;) }#{ alois is my ultimate problematic fave tbh }#{ or is he a sinnamon roll }#{ for reference annie is 5' and alois is 5'5 }#{ B)) }#{ it's kinda short mY APOLOGIES }#{im loving this thread tho }#{ meanie vs meanie }#{ i just hope this works tumblr kEEPS BREAKING ON ME }

thearmoredhomo:

“ Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself. ” ~Leo Tolstoy

He never thought he was suited for the paladin life, it was a celibacy, prayer and tithe - three things he could live his life without. But his family was just certain that shining golden eyes were a sign of those marked by light. This didn’t help when the church confirmed he possessed some capacity to wield this diving power. Granted, was this to the extent of the holy paladins? No. Not even close. But he could do enough to get by, utilize it with sword and shield (and occasionally the larger variations of weaponry).

Reiner always saw him fitting more along the warrior types, but it seemed that he shared this with the other walking fortresses of light known as protection paladins. It was usually why they ran around with their warrior counterparts more than the priests. Boring. The yellow haired male strode into the inn and tossed a lumpy sack to someone - it had a few wolf paws and boar tusks as evidence that he thinned out the numbers of said creatures from the nearby wilderness.

At least this was better than being sent off to find someone valuable items only to be given a marginal amount of coin. If it weren’t for the adventure and fighting Reiner really wouldn’t even bother doing these things. Or returning said expensive items. He took his payment and plopped into a nearby chair, ordering a cured ham steak. He knew how to reward himself better than any random stranger anyways. Reiner removed his mail armor while his food came, pulling out a map to see exactly where the next town was. He heard there was some activity brewing up there lately - from murlocs to gnolls to bandits themselves. Leaning back in his chair, he asked someone who looked like a fellow adventurer, “Say, Lakeshire’s a bit east of here, right?” By the looks of it she seemed to be a warrior - or a rogue thinking highly of herself.

Annie looked all around the tavern, observing the various comers-and-goers for some measly form of entertainment. While nobody was particularly notable except for the occasional loudmouth warrior and whatnot, she had taken notice of something in particular. A board. Her curiosity was piqued, even though it was most likely just a bunch of junk considering where she was at. She let her half-finished drink sit on the wooden bar counter as she cautiously got up from her seat, hastily taking her jacket off and laying it on the stool so as to discourage anyone trying to steal it. She made her way past the tables filled with discussion of mundane topics and annoying ex-lovers as she reached the board. It was covered in various posters, advertisements, newspapers, and everything else in between. Immediately, she saw an opportunity, both figuratively and literally. Hidden amongst the junky newspapers, ads, and other assorted postings were what appeared to be a wanted poster. Had the thrilling call of adventure really found her in such a peaceful place as this? She gently tore it off of the nail that had been used to stick it onto the makeshift bulletin board. Whoever put this up probably wasn’t very smart or just didn’t care, as Annie found herself frowning at the poor amount of work that had been put into this and the shape of the board in general.

Annie’s frosty blue eyes flickered back and forth as she glued them to the worn wanted poster that someone had, assumedly, stuck up against the makeshift bulletin board in the hopes a wandering rogue like her would find it. It had a very scribbly artist’s sketch of what appeared to be a giant spider, but she honestly couldn’t tell. It looked like a five year old drew it. But, no matter how terrible the wanted poster was, she wasn’t about to turn down a 50g reward. She hastily stuffed it into the leather pouch resting on the side of her waist as she turned and went back to her seat, taking her jacket off of it and letting it rest on her shoulders as she plopped down. She should probably at least finish her drink before she went off on her adventure, as she took another slug of it. She heard the door close to her open, as a tall blonde walked in. He seemed to be carrying a sack of some sort, as he tossed it to some guy. He took what looked like a handful of shiny gold coins from the mystery person, before sitting down. The barrel-chested stranger had caught her interest, as she glanced in his direction, raising the mug to her face so as to seem less conspicuous. He seemed to be looking at a map of some sort before her subtle observation was interrupted by a question. He was asking her, a wanderer who never stayed in the same place for very long and was basically in a foreign land where a town she had heard of once or twice was. She was somewhat amused by this; she was literally the worst person he could’ve asked. But he sounded like a busy man; maybe, just maybe, he had the same thing in mind. Adventure. She decided to push him a little.

❝I wouldn’t know. I hardly know where I’m going, myself. What are you planning to do there, exactly?❞

#v; world of warcraft #;ic #;rp #{ hONESTLY I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT IM DOING LIKE }#{ annies class: egg }#{ there u go }#{ tBH}#{ larger variations of weaponry.... like that dik ;) }#{ iM SORRY I COULDNT RESIST}#{ im feeling a subtlety rogue annie tbh }#{ i kinda gOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE REPLY SORRY }#{ this is really making me want to play runescape again aaaAA }#{ i always liked to think annie had no sense of direction tbh }

kalumnia:

She is reluctant to admit so — she dare deny it with a SCOFF — though intrigue is returned on part of duplicate visage; she is c u r i o u s, no doubt, though moreso of the world around her, not this one in particular. Perhaps she is afeared of what she may find should she indulge further, or she is too tired to continue — either way, she proceeds with CAUTION. She does not advance, though shifts in place, balancing weight ‘pon either foot, weighing her options. This foreign place, this strange confrontation, it is all unfamiliar. Distrust is carved deep into her bones and she HESITATES, breath after breath, feeling the inescapable inevitability of the ensuing c o n v e r s a t i o n enclosing around her. Annie grits her teeth, closing eyes in CONSIDERATION. ( She contemplates the possibility of she being the one who is in the wrong here, herself being the false prophetic. Oh, and it is a terrible thing not to ponder on it, but to ACCEPT it as being the truth. She has no recollection, no memory, nothing — seeking advice from not-herself would seem a viable solution to all this confusion, but aggravation takes place of a m i a b i l i t y. Not the time, not thetime for this. ) Little lionheart festers with a self-loathing directed at the other —- it is aweak feeling, to be challenged this way. Entirely u n f a i r; but then again, when has the world ever dealt her a kindly hand ?

❛ Tch … Fine. What do you want to know? ❜

At the very least, she was straightforward with what she so desired. Annie grimaced, quelling an unhappy emotion pitting itself in her stomach. If they were as they seemed — perfect, pristine reflections of one another — then there weren’t much to truly say, if they knew as much as she claimed, but she sees not what the other hopes to garner from this. If anything, SHE ought to be the one asking questions of her own, but she bides her time well in hopes of seeing what GAME they play. ( She has yet to re-learn these rules, abide by this concept, this cruel selection. )

❛ Not that I have all that much to tell. ❜

Annie took quick mental note of the fact that her twin had both of her bangs hanging out, instead of having one tucked behind the ear like herself. She had been not-so-subtly searching for any quirks in the other’s appearance that may have differed from her own, looking her twin up and down, and she finally found one. So she wasn’t as perfect of a mirror image as she may have seemed at first glance. Perhaps the separated-at-birth theory still held some relevance? Her persuasive speech was met with a scoff at first, but it did seem to be getting to her. Maybe her twin wasn’t as awesome and cool and intimidating as her. Annie almost felt a bit of a smile form on her lips at the thought of it. That’s right. Annie was the one in control here, not some salty copy. The feeling of domination over another, especially someone who was basically herself, was a great feeling indeed. Although, her almost-childish amusement at the situation was starting to die out as she tried to figure out what her next move would be.

Her... twin seemed to be fairly aggravated by her words, prompting Annie’s eyes to at least light up a little. Maybe other-Annie would get pissed enough to just get it over with, although if she truly was as annoyed as she seemed, she might end up lying or playing games with her. Annie was not in the mood to deal with things like “I am a 50 foot platypus bear that can control lightning that descended from the clouds thousands of years ago”. But it would be just like her to do something like that. It was a bit hard to judge as to what her next move would be, considering that so far, this person was acting, looking, and being exactly like her, barring a few minor differences. The other finally caved, and asked her what she wanted to know. That was actually... a pretty good question. Annie wasn’t entirely sure. She saw the other as more of like a frog to dissect for science instead of a person. Other-Annie’s little cryptic comment at the end aroused Annie’s suspicion. Had the game already begun? Her apathetic, disinterested expression slowly returning, her narrowed eyes peered out at the other from under her golden fringe.

❝ —What’s that supposed to mean? Are you playing with me? I’ll start with something basic. Why are you here, and where did you come from? Why are we almost exact copies of one another?❞

#{ plot twist: my annie iS THE TWIN }#{idk hAH }#{ iM LAUGHING THO }#{ twice the tragedy }#{annie: ok me if ur real whats my world-famous banana bread recipe #{ annie: 3 cups of water 10 soft bananas a teaspoon of vanilla and- }#{ annie: damn she's good... }#{ im so ready fOR THE CATFIGHT }#{ sorry if it's kinda short annie is nOT working with me today }#{tHAT ANIME TCH THO }#v; mirrored #;ic #;rp #{ annie asks the real questions }#{ look at her trying to be all cool and intimidating pFFFSHH }

fubarism-blog

[Text] : Wtf why would you stick a baseball bat there

◌ TEXT MEME ▻ ACCEPTING! ◌

➢ Incoming; ANNIE LEONHARDT.

( 11: 54 pm ) Ｉｈａｖｅｎｏｉｄｅａ！Ｒｅｉｎｅｒｔｏｌｄｍｅｔｏｇｉｖｅｉｔａｓｈｏｔ！Ａｎｄｎｏｗｉｔ＇ｓｓｔｕｃｋ！ＨＥＬＰ．

MESSAGE DELIVERED.

lxonharts-blog

[ text ] ok but

[ text ] literally... why

[ text ] bert u fuck how are u going to explain this to the hospital

#;ic #v; undetermined #;rp #{ iVE NEVER RPED TEXTS BEFORE SO EXCUSE MY PLAIN FORMATTING }#{ are u thinking... what im thinking B) }#{ im such a basic ho tbh }#{ it's hard to figure out how annie would text/type especially since the translations of her dialogue in the anime manga etc }#{ aRENT ALWAYS ACCURATE }#{ so im just ??????///? }#{ ok bUT IM LAUGHING THIS IS GREAT }#{ teeny eeny itty bitty reply }

{{ lays on side and weeps sweaty tears as back pain and flies that wON’T GO AWAY AND KEEP LANDING ON ME CONSUME ME ok but— time for the 8000th to-do list B)

starters

halfdeadcadet

replies

wir-sind--die-jager

fubarism

thearmoredhomo

kalumnia

zxcharius

#;ooc #;tbd #{ if i forgot u please feel free to destroy me i promise it wasNT INTENTIONAL }#{ why do i have to be so lazy all of a sudden AAaaAAH }

kindxofxsoldier-deactivated2017

📚 { aaayy forgot tO SEND THIS IN }

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

lxonharts

“But you’re…incredible.”

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kindxofxsoldier:

“No, really!” Marco insisted. And maybe he was being a little too enthusiastic but she just aced their most recent training exercise, she even knocked Mikasa out of the water…well, almost. It was hard not to admire that kind of skill “How do you move like that?

Annie honestly felt a little flustered at all of the sudden praise. Not because she was nervous or anything, but rather, she simply wasn’t sure how to respond while maintaining that cool, deadpan vibe of hers. Of course she deserved it, for the last thing she wanted to be was an unsung talent, but she certainly wasn’t about to let others know about that little side of her. Otherwise, she would become an even bigger target for Mikasa’s little comments. The girl was constantly searching for even the slightest slip up on Annie’s side, presumably to boost her own self esteem. It wasn’t particularly easy, though. Honestly, when you really got down to it, Annie was a bad liar. She stared up at the ceiling, doing anything to avoid making eye contact with Marco as she carefully planned out her response, forcing the corners of her mouth to turn downwards. She wasn’t about to slip just over a compliment or two. ❝It’s nothing really— I’m just lucky. It’s mostly just from a lot of practice and hard work, I’d suppose.❞

#;ic #;rp #{ oK BUT HOW DO U EVEN TRIM ASKS IM }#{ a Noob™#{ thank u tHO lemme just }#{ *gently sparkles onto u* }#{ marco is such a sweet tbh i wanna just }#{ *gently puts marco onto fireplace mantle to admire* }#{ is annie even a bad liar tho i think that was just eren being all bleeeh }#{ like technically speaking }#{this is th E REAL QUESTION }#{ *gently launches self into headcanon territory* }#{ marco: pffshfh stop it ur just... ur just bein that srs guy again arent u }#{ both of those are blatant lies tho because as far as i can tell/headcanon annie is a lazy when it comes to training }#{or at least hand to hand iDK its been like a year since ive read snk tbh }

aw great another perfect excuse for me to shitpo- i mean uh finish drafts hAHAHA

tagged by cinnamonral

here u go, my very cluttered desktop ( as for the file names’ contexts; there is literally none have fun trying to figure it out )

what do i even comment on this

its literally just steven universe peridot meme trash ( little do people know ive been contemplating making a peridot jasper lapis or a rose rp blog for like 5 months now )

i tag tacticianx humanwrath kindxofxsoldier and kalumnia B) ( but of course u dont have to and all that jazz i jUST COULDNT THINK OF ANYONE ELSE )

#;ooc #;tbd #{ thANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS I LOVE DOING MEMES }

kindxofxsoldier-deactivated2017

📚 { aaayy forgot tO SEND THIS IN }

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

lxonharts

“But you’re…incredible.”

lxonharts-blog

Annie focused her gaze on the nearest rock, in an attempt to hide the bemused smile that was just barely starting to cross her features. ❝...Incredible is pushing it a little, but sure. If you want to call me that—I am, indeed, ‘incredible’.❞

#v; undetermined #;ic #;rp #{ look at u trying to be all cool and suave and humble annie }#{even tHOUGH DEEP DOWN YOU ARE A 13 YEAR OLD ON XBOX LIVE}#{ sorry if u dONT HAVE MUCH TO GO OFF OF MY BRAIN IS MELTING }#{ *attaches sticky note to forehead saying 'im sorry'x5000* }

{{ also to the people i haven’t replied to yet or w/e yet im constantly sending in memes to other people: i dON’T MEAN TO IGNORE I’M JUST LAZY im probably not dropping it (our thread) or anything im just gonna take 8 years to clear up any misunderstandings }

#;ooc #;tbd

❛ Did you even bother to know who I used to be? ❜

❝No. Honestly—why should I even try to after all that you’ve done?❞

#{ the annies.... they're m ULTIPLYING }#{ i apologize in advance for fucking around instead of replying to our thread iM JUST A DUMMY }#kalumnia #{ mY INTERNET DIED ON ME TWICE WHILE I WAS TRYING TO POST THIS SO I HAVE TO KEEP RETYPING THE TAGS AND IM }#{i fell into the same draft not saving from internet trap twice im *sinGLE TEAR* }#{ not sure where im going my brains just floating off into space tbh }#{ u kno what would be cool tho- a good/for humanity/whatever! annie + an evil/traitor/whatever/warrior/regular annie }#{ can u iMAGINE }#blood tw #{ i'm also sorry if theres not much to go off of writers block is desTROYING ME }#;ic #;rp #v; undetermined

"What would she/he think of me now?"

Annie narrowed her eyes, glancing to the side as she wore a somewhat solemn expression on her face.

❝—I’m not exactly the one you should be asking about something like that.❞

#{ *is overwhelmed by 2 drafts* }#{ *continues to start more threads* B))) damn it feels good to be a gangster }#cxrcristallum #;ic #;rp #v; undetermined #{ i'm just kinda tossing ideas around iDK HA }#{ the real question: wHAT IS ANNIE AND ANN OR W/ES RELATIONSHIP IN THIS }#{ ????? wHAT AM I DOING }#{ this writing is kinda sucky i"M SORRY }#{ *slams annie on keyboard repeatedly* }#{ always wanted to use this highlight button aaAAYY}#{ maybe annie is talking about like #{ eren or something idk aNGST }

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