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The rest of the day was awkward to say the least. Every time you saw Eren you could tell by his face that he desperately wanted to talk to you. You wanted to talk to him too, you had to clear the misunderstanding so that you could both get back to being friends. He was probably just feeling lonely and you couldn't blame him. The people here weren't exactly the friendliest bunch and they were downright rude at times. It was apparent the mistrust they had of him. Thanks to the captain's insane rule, you weren't allowed to talk to Eren in private. The best you could do was just a few passing words when no one was looking. You were never able to

"So did you really turn into a titan?" You asked Eren once you had made it outside. "Yeah, don't ask me how though, cause I don't remember" Eren answered. "Well what do you remember?" You questioned, despite his reluctance to speak "It all started after Thomas died," "Thomas...Thomas is dead?" your words were nearly silent as you processed what he just said. "Yeah, he was killed by an abnormal," his voice choked back tears. "I went to go kill the titan but before I got there..." he shuddered violently "One jumped up and bit my left leg off," "Your...leg?" You look down at his clearly uninjured legs. He didn't seem to notice your questio

Synopsis: Five years of donning the wings of freedom on your back has finally brought its rewards. As a Squad Leader, you'd have different duties. Different expectations. You'd no longer have to pay attention to the Lance Corporal's every beck and call as his personal assistant - a position appointed to you the moment you turned from cadet to soldier. While the Corporal may not have noticed in the past, maybe having a new replacement for you will make him realise just how much you did for him. Who knows? All that hard work might come back round someday. NOTES: PFC = Private First Class, like the ‘soldier’ rank. One rank above cade

Leonardo Da Vinci Studied hands, studied skulls, Harriet Hosmer sculpted the clasp of Elizabeth and Robert Browning. Carvaggio painted them Coming out of the darkness, Adam reaching out to receive life from his creator. Antonio Canova, shaping Psyche to revival by Cupid; Isis, holding Nefertari’s hand As she is granted eternity. Delicate, desperate, reaching, grasping, begging. Hands, in art. My hand, in his.

why can't a write a fluff that doesn't have one pervy thing in it? TT.TT Request for Marixrush (https://www.deviantart.com/marixrush) ! There was a guy in your high school that you really, really liked. He was about 2 years older than you and in his junior year. So yes, you were but a cute, little freshman with a cute, little infatuation on your senpai. You first laid eyes upon him on the first day of school. All freshman had to pick a club to join, so the older students were tabling for their respective organizations, Ping Pong Club, Computer Science Team, Math Society, Spanish Honors Club, etc etc. And there was one table that you noticed only had one student. A raven-haired