#snapchat?

[epikreese]

Fixed it a bit

[just-be-yourself71]

Hi I’m Tiffany, let’s be friends?

[meme-freak-120]

So. About a month ago? Maybe? I decided to make a fanfic about FF7 the remake and decided to read up on the characters to get a better understanding of them when I found a little something and almost cried on the spot.

And yes at the time I was literally shaking with pure euphoria thinking ‘the endless possibilities!’ And Sent this to my best-friend who absolutely lost their shit as well. @destinationdesignation

And at this point it was like a few days after I come across a post on here about Sephiroth/Cloud or something like that, I can’t exactly remember the details but decided to post a comment to let the person know about the whole thing.

(It was only up for like two (2) days before it was taken down. Maybe longer before that, I dunno)

And honestly, I had a pretty great chat with @majinsawdust64 about it and promised them whenever I got the time (a spare minute from life and being a lazy little shit) that I’ll post the experience here and tag them because they convinced me to allow many other fans on here know that this shit actually happened and I wasn’t making it up.

Also did a video which was just me silently screaming with a few sobs in it but it won’t let me upload it, sorry 😂

[aquakris]

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[primad0nnagirlz]

Who wants to start a group chat, hmu

[fig-11]

Sorry, wrong person: Part 2

By popular demand of, like, 2 people... a continuation of this ridiculousness while I continue working on prompts. Enjoy it while you can folks, there’s nothing but angst in the works!

When Erwin had finally accepted that he couldn’t actually survive in the tiny bathroom he shared with his roommates, he managed to drag himself back to his room and sent Nile an email from his laptop. He was almost too afraid to even touch his phone, let alone look at his messaging app.

He apologized for missing their study meeting. He even offered to finish the entire presentation on his own and give Nile detailed notes on his half to present in class when he was done. He pointedly ignored any mention of the picture he had accidentally sent him. Nile immediately accepted and Erwin began pouring himself into research so that he wouldn’t have to think about the whole terrible event.

For the next week, he barely emerged from his off campus apartment. He left only to attend lectures he couldn’t afford to miss for fear of tanking his GPA and picked up food on his way home to minimize unnecessary trips. He turned off notifications on all of his social media apps and silenced all messages and calls to focus on the monster project he had taken on alone out of shame.

Meanwhile Levi was in a sadness vortex.

When he hadn’t heard back from Erwin for several hours, Levi had had enough of moping around on his own. He’d stormed to Petra’s dorm and banged down her door until she answered, wide-eyed, still wrapped in a towel with her nails half-painted.

Levi explained his desperate situation and she had been a good friend, putting everything on hold to make brownies and popcorn and binge trashy paranormal-teen dramas on Netflix with him all night. She even managed to convince Levi to do a face mask with her, citing that stress was bad for your skin and the last things he needed right now were clogged pores and a breakout.

Levi walked back to his room the next morning after consuming way too much breakfast food in the dining hall, having sworn off men for the next semester. Petra had sent him off with encouraging words and a tupperware container of leftover brownies to tide him over. He ate them all by mid-afternoon.

He pretty much moved on after that. He may have stalked Erwin’s social media profiles a bit when he realized he hadn’t gotten any snapchats from the beefy blonde who usually posted a goofy, bed-headed selfie every morning. He even felt a surge of renewed grief at the thought that Erwin had blocked him until he noticed all his accounts were pretty quiet.

No Facebook Waffle House check-ins with Mike. No Insta posts of his workout routine. No unintelligible sports tweets. Most troubling of all, not a meme in sight on any platform.

Levi felt a cold horror seize his chest. Maybe Erwin had died or met some other misfortune. His brain went through a list of possible accidents, made more vivid by his penchant for forensic crime shows. He could have slipped in the bathroom and cracked his head open and bled out without anyone knowing!

It had been two days since he’d last heard from Erwin. Was it too late to save him?

He texted Hange.

<Hey u seen Blondie?>

He chewed at his thumbnail and jiggled his foot anxiously as the ellipsis did the worm in the bottom left corner of his screen.

<Erwin?>

<Yeah, he was in bio today>

<Why??>

His blood boiled.

<Oh. Cool nvmnd>

That was it. Erwin was officially a jerk. A douchebag. An irredemable fuckboi.  

Erwin Smith might be alive and well but he was dead to Levi.

[telesilla]

Looking at that Instagram (or wherever it came from) video of Bum and Beede that @brendendillon just posted and I had one of those late night/early morning thoughts —can you imagine what Bum’s Twitter would be like if he had one?