dean + mary
dean + mary
MERCILESS-SOLDIER'S 900+ FOLLOWERS GIVEAWAY
First of all, thank you so much. You guys are seriously so bloody amazing. I’ve had Levi 7 weeks as of yesterday, and I’ve never felt more welcome in any fandom than right here. Of course, I appreciate the followers that aren’t from this fandom, but talking and plotting and role playing with you guys has been so amazing. So thank you.
This is a simple giveaway competition in which, all you have to do is reblog this, and I’ll choose a winner January 31st, and one of you snowflakes will win the Scouting Legion jacket above - May be slightly different as this is just a pic I got off of google, but I’ll order the highest quality jacket from Ebay - TAILOR MADE TO YOUR SIZE.
As a bonus, second and third place will get some form of goodie - depending on what’s available, so it will either be a poster, keyring or something like that of their favourite character.Rules:
Must be following, this is for my followers, so yeah! - and I will be checking.
One Reblog each. You can reblog from multiple accounts, likes don’t count and neither does multiple reblogs, I don’t want this to be annoying people D:
So yeah, that’s it basically.
OH AND OBVIOUSLY - you have to be happy with giving me any required details I need to order the item as well as giving out your address.
-kisses all the snowflakes- ^-^
- Andrea -
i feel like bloody armin is something everybody and their grandma has drawn at this point but i just… i just really wanted to finally do it all of a sudden….
do you ever feel like nobody cares about you so you wish something tragic would happen to you just so you could see how many people would show up to make sure you’re okay?
I thought I was the only one
POTATO POTATO POTATO
What’s the point in them being happy now if you know they’re going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later.
I WAS SCROLLING DOWN MY BL OG AND THIS TRANSPARENT MARCO LOOK S LIKE A FUCKING ANGE L wIT H MY BACKGROUND
This looks like jean died and met marco
let me stop you right there
Something shone brightly despite his eyes being closed. Grumbling and annoyed from the light, Jean opened his eyes, and found himself lying down in a place like no place he’d ever seen before. For some reason, he did not want to get up. Instead, he looked around at the vast, nearly empty space, and began to question where he was. Where were the walls that surrounded every step he took, and where were his comrades? Where were the titans, and his 3D maneuver gear? All he could see was an endless road of blue and white, kind of like the clouds he and Marco would sometimes identify as various shapes that made no sense when they were still together.
Was he dead?
Jean could remember everything clearly. He could remember fucking up with the maneuver gear, accidentally shooting the anchors to an empty space instead of the tree near it, in the efforts to escape from an Abnormal Titan, and before anything could really happen, his arm was gone, just like that. He could remember everything right down to the painful screams of Armin and Eren, who looked behind themselves as they escaped the vicinity, with horrified looks on their faces. Maybe they wanted to stay, maybe they could have even stood a chance against the titan, but Jean could remember screaming for them to go away. After all, he wasn’t worth saving if it meant two other lives getting away intact. Sacrifice was a necessity in this situation, but heaven forbid if he could have foreshadowed this. Shortly after followed his agonizing screams, blood from the area the Titan bit off, and a gigantic hand grabbing his trembling body, and without a word, that was the end of his story.
Quick and painful and full of regret.
Just like Marco, no one really saw him die.
"Damn it," Jean curled up into a fetal position, and the tears of frustration and regret began to roll down his face. He pounded whatever surface was tangible, just like a little kid throwing a tantrum. "God damn it, why couldn’t I have been useful? Why was it me who died? I still had so many things left up my sleeve and now I don’t even have a second fucking chance! I’m so pathetic!"
He was dead and he knew it. He stared at his hand, anger still welling in his chest. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to be forgotten.
"But you’re not forgotten," A calming voice replied. Jean knew who it was without even having to look up. It was the same voice that guided him through various nights, training sessions, and through personal breakdowns. The same voice that shaped clouds into fantastical creatures you would only hear about in fairy tales and myths. The same voice he never got to hear one last time before he died.
He couldn’t help it. Jean looked up, and there stood Marco, radiating light and love and warmth and friendship, something Jean had not felt in a long time. It was a feeling so familiar, yet so foreign, just like coming home after a long time outside the walls. It felt like coming home.
"You’re not forgotten, Jean. I’m here. I always was."
Jean couldn’t help it. He started sobbing without even realizing it. He bawled like a baby. His feelings were in a mess, and he didn’t know what was happening. He was frustrated, regretful, upset, sad, happy, and glad all at the same time.
"Welcome home, Jean."
no wait are you people tRYING TO KILL ME
No, why, God.
friendly reminder that
- having straight ships does not make you homophobic
- having gay ships does not make you a fetishist
- having canon ships does not make you a tool
- having fanon ships does not make you childish
we’re all dorks sitting at our computers crying over fictional people so lighten up
- having incest ships does not mean u want to do stuff with ur family members