“everyone is going to hate it” someone will love it. someone will reach out to you and tell you it changed their life. someone will hold it close and treasure it forever in a way you can’t even understand. keep going
BC THE TRAGEDY OF IT ALL IS THAT EREN DIED IN MIKASA'S LOVING EMBRACE AND HAPPY BC HE MANAGED TO KEEP HER SAFE. BUT MIKASA DIED ALONE AND WITHOUT HIM BY HER SIDE. SHE WAS FORCED TO LIVE WHILE THE LOVE OF HER LIFE WAS IN HIS GRAVE
i had posted part of this scene before but i changed some of it lol and here’s just an extended part overall!!! honestly i really just love mikasa in this au so much like she’s just so funny lmao
“I think we have some things we need to talk about,” a voice that would be sweet if it wasn’t so clearly filled with anger calls out, sending a slew of chills down Eren’s spine. He turns towards the kitchen where her voice came from, the image of her smaller frame greeting him, discontent apparent on her face.
“Umm… Sure… What did you want to talk about?” He hates how there’s so much uncertainty in his voice, but he doesn’t know how to act around her. Is he supposed to feel guilty? Is he supposed to be stern? Is he supposed to try and be her friend?
If she wants to come off intimidating, she’s doing a good job, making no effort to give off friendly smiles or warm, compassionate glimpses—her stare is icy and steely, and she leaves no room for small talk, immediately jumping into the matter. “Let’s not play stupid here—I’m gonna assume you’ve put two and two together and realized I’m pissed off at my parents. But more importantly, you want this job for whatever reason, and I want you gone,” she says candidly. “It seems there’s a very simple solution to both of our issues here—whatever my parents are paying you, I’ll double it. And you can go back to that sad little Garden State of yours, and we’ll both be happy.”
The limits of an Ackerman truly know no bounds, just as Kenny had said, proven by Mikasa merely a few hours after their initial meeting. Eren sits bewildered, unsure of how to handle her proposition, knowing he obviously can’t accept her offer, but inciting more rage into her would only make matters worse.
“I was told by Levi and Kenny that you might try and bribe me…” His voice trails off, watching as Mikasa eyes him intently, waiting for him to finish the remainder of his sentence. “And they also told me to be sure and ignore you.”
The grey of her eye is covered by the way it physically twitches at his words. If Eren’s striving to neutralize the situation, he’s failing horribly. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to win in this scenario.
“Of course they would fucking tell you that,” she says, rolling her eyes. Mikasa lets out a sigh, drumming her freshly manicured fingers against the granite, her mind turning—Eren clearly derailing her plans. After a few beats, she clasps her hands together before leaning forward onto the island. “Fine. If you’re here to stay, then let’s get a few things straight, Eren,” the emphasis on his name apparent, plush lips omitting the “N” at the end—something that might’ve been endearing if she didn’t sound so indignant. “We’re not going to be friends—let’s get that clear.”
With Mikasa, it’s clear Eren needs to stand his ground; he can’t falter under unrelenting stares and callous words. So he chooses not to waver, forcing himself to pocket whatever remnants of hesitation or nervous energy that linger. “I expected as much. And you don’t seem like the… friendly type, anyways,” he shrugs, attempting to maintain his usual apathetic demeanor, which for reasons he can’t explain, seems to feel like a foreign concept ever since he’s arrived in New York. “I’m only here to do my job, after all, aren’t I?”
“I’m actually very friendly, just don’t expect me to be friendly to you.” He finds humor in how her voice sounds the exact opposite of the words she speaks. “But anyways, if you’re going to be living in my house, we need to get some things straight here.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one setting rules for you?”
“What rules do I need to follow? You follow me around all day whenever I decide to leave the house, I guess I try not to get into trouble for the sake of my parents , and you lock yourself in the guest room every other hour of the day. Simple as that,” Mikasa says matter-of-factly.
A silence settles over the two of them—on Eren’s end, it’s due to her sheer audacity, mostly because he’s not sure if she’s actually being serious, and on Mikasa’s end, because she expects him to actually agree, awaiting his nod of approval.
Realizing she’s awaiting an approval she won’t get, Mikasa relents. “Fine. You don’t have to lock yourself in the room all day—do as you wish I guess,” she says, releasing a huff. “But this brings me back to things we need to discuss.”
I drew something and I think it's like a freak so I'll post it here because it can be easily forgotten. Please, please, I'm not an artist, I don't know how to draw, most of the time I just make lines. Or whatever.
So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
there are some internet friends where eventually you start calling them by their real name and then there’s times where its like nah son your name is crispy forever
Interrupting Falin talk to bring you the scene that shows why Laios really great autistic representation and why Shuro is the worst. he's a well written character but I hate him