Hello! I’m Sending This To Various Accounts: At Ch132, It Seems That Hange Wasn’t Planning To Say

BEFORE AN EXPEDITION — ATTACK ON TITAN.

• includes eren jaeger, armin arlert, and jean kirstein.

eren plops himself down at your feet, resting his arms on the tops of his knees as he silently offers his hair tie over his shoulder. well you do it better—that’s what he insists every time you tell him to tame that own damn mane of his—but you still fall victim every time. your fingers rake through his locks, gathering them at the back of his head.

“if i see a black flare, i’m coming straight to you. i’ll kill those abnormal bastards,” he blurts out. you loop his hair through one last time, letting the elastic smack against his head as you let go. he ignores your futile pleas of don’t do that and you can’t break the formation, rising to his feet and looming over you with hands on his hips.

he reaches for the hood of your cape, pulling it down over your face and playfully pushing your head back. he wants to tell you that you’re being stupid—wants to scream at the top of his lungs that he doesn’t care about that damn formation, he only cares about you.

you pull the fabric off with a huff, turning to face eren who now sits right beside you. he’s staring, an intense gaze that makes the heat rise to your cheeks. he runs a gentle hand along your jawline, taking in your features as if it’s the last time he’ll ever have the chance to do so.

“do you realize how important you are to me?”

armin shuffles through the crowd of scouts with little sorries and excuse me’s falling from his lips. his eyes scan through the sea of black uniforms—locking onto the familiar figure that is you—and suddenly he’s shoving the rest of his way over.

“hey, don’t forget this,” he urges, holding up a ball of green fabric in his left hand. it’s his cape—yes, his. he was the one who suggested switching them, even if they are the exact same. the way he sees it—if by some god forbidden chance he were to not make it back alive—this was the closest he could get to dying in your arms. so with one swift movement, he wraps the garment around your shoulders and fastens the button in front.

“perfect,” he says, running his hands down your arms and grabbing onto one of your hands. he gestures towards the stables with his other, a sweet little after you falling from his lips as he follows closely behind. he rests a gentle hand on your lower back as you clamber onto your horse, straining to lace his fingers with yours once you settle into the saddle.

he’s so incredibly bothered by the fact that he has a different objective than you. he hopes that one of these days you’ll hop down from your horse and say screw humanity, i’m not leaving you—but that only happens inside his selfish fantasies. so armin just holds on, for as long as he can before he’s forced to say goodbye.

“be careful out there, i need you to come back.”

jean kneels before you, angrily fiddling with one of the straps that wrap around your thighs. he’s mumbling to himself—something along the lines of come on, work with me dammit! yeah, he’s a little on edge, at no fault of your own of course.

“how does it feel? tight enough?” he tugs gently on the fabric, looking up at you for confirmation. a simple nod of your head lures him to his feet, and his features soften almost instantaneously as he grabs your hand. he brings it high above your head, forcing you onto your tiptoes as he twirls you around—a little tradition he’s adopted ever since becoming so hellbent on making sure all your gear is up to his standard.

“looks good to me,” he says, smile growing wider as you mimic his movements by holding his own hand as high as you can reach. he never thought he’d be doing this—especially with that pair of turquoise eyes searing into the back of his skull, but that look on your face, it was pure happiness—and god was it ever beautiful. so now, he spins for you every time, not an ounce of grace in his movements—but charming nonetheless.

you’re brought back to earth by the sound of the commander’s voice, a familiar heaviness greeting you both. he pulls you in for one last hug, holding onto you a little tighter than the previous time.

“hey, promise me that wasn’t the last time we get to do that.”

“purple hour”

i think my toxic trait is actually being really terrible at writing fanfic but i’ve gaslighted myself into thinking i’m good

this is the greatest day of my fucking life

When the person you talk to about your problems is actually one of your problems 🙃

One of the ballsiest things Tolkien ever did was write 473k words about some hobbits called frodo, sam, merry, and pippin and then write in the appendices that their names are actually maura, ban, kali, and razal. 

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by your side|  jj maybank x fem! reader

A/N: Hi! this is my first imagine and the first time i’ve ever written for any character. i have not edited this. this does include talk about SA and the trauma that comes with it. i am a survivor of SA. and im proud of all you angels, of all you survivors and fighters<3

warning/tw: swearing(i think), depression, SA

no smut, mostly angst with a little bit of fluff:)

summary:

Y/N struggles with the aftermath SA, and JJ is there to comfort her.

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2.1k+ word count

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The cries that echoed throughout Y/N’s bathroom as she sobered up were heart breaking. The young girl perched over the toilet puking her stomach’s contents out. The H/C haired girl’s face had become red and swollen from all the crying. Anxiety started to creep in as she thought about how she was going to hide the marks that littered her body. She was supposed to go surfing tomorrow, she was supposed to be okay, none of this should’ve happened. It’s okay, nothing happened, right? You’re just overreacting- were the thoughts that swirled through her head. She was in deep denial. She cleaned herself up as she stood looking at herself in the mirror, bruises were turning purple, and there were red hand marks that were imprinted right above her hips. The steam clouded the bathroom as she stood under the warm water, yet she didn’t feel clean, she felt dirtier than ever, she felt violated even when she was alone. Slowly she stopped crying and soon all she felt was numbness.

The next she woke up and continued on her routine as she usually would. Her mom was working the nightshift at the hospital and wouldn’t be home for a couple of more hours. She had 4 new texts from her friends and 5 missed calls. 

12:37am    Kie: Hey, where’d you go? 

1:02am     Kie: Well we’re heading back to the chateau… see you tomorrow for surfing(;

9:06am    Kie: Hey, you up? Where’d you disappear too last night?

9:26am   Kie: You’re not answering your calls. Did something happen last night???

You turned off your phone to do-not disturb mode after that. They can wait, you thought. You didn’t feel like faking being okay today. You spent the next few days zoning out, your sleeping was inconsistent, you had been going out of sleep. Your throat constantly felt dry, and your eyes had an itching sensation in the corners. Your face was puffy, and bags were starting to show under your eyes. You had turned off your phone a day and a half ago. You were currently sitting slouched on the couch, wearing an oversized grey hoodie that you had stolen from your brother before he headed off to college, a bowl of, now, luke-warm ramen was placed in your hands. You hadn’t moved from this position in over 40 minutes, just staring at the wall. You weren’t even thinking about anything, just complete numbness had taken over you.

A knock to the door had pulled you out of your rattled state. “One minute!” You yelled. You quickly changed into some jeans and put on a long sleeved floral blouse. You put your hair into a bun as you swiftly moved to get the door. You swung the door open, and were greeted with worried faces from the pogues. “Hi,” you quickly said while plastering a fake smile on. It was awkward silence for a bit. You shuffled to the side to let them in. “Where have you been?” spoke up Kie, a sense of irritation hinted in her voice. The rest of the group had sat themselves on the couch. “My mom got sick.. and I had to take care of her for a few days” You said avoiding eye contact with all of them. “Bullshit!” bursted JJ. “What?” you asked faintly, your voice nearly a whisper, yet an octave higher than usual. “We checked…” continued JJ. You looked at the others, a bit confused as to what JJ was talking about. “We went to the hospital to ask your mom where you had been.” Pope explained, while eyeing you. All their eyes were on you. You felt your throat tighten under their gazes. You cleared your throat before speaking, “ Ok, I’m sorry… I haven’t been in the mood for hanging out, y’know I just needed a little me time” You replied. “You could’ve just texted us that! Instead of us being worried sick about you!” Yelled JJ. You subtly flinched at his yelling. “I’m sorry…” you said quietly. “That’s it a sorry and a lame excuse? That’s all we get.” Boomed JJ while looking at you. You avoided eye contact. A couple of seconds later you heard footsteps start and then fade away. You glanced at where JJ had stood just a few seconds prior, and made eye contact with the other pogues, as you tried to find a way to tell them the truth… But nothing came out, you opened and closed your mouth, then opened and shut it again. Slowly they filtered out, until it was just you and Kie. You glanced at Kie only to be met with an upset stair. She left a few seconds later.The next week was hard, it was hard to get out of bed, and you were starting to feel lonely. Your mom hadn’t noticed as she was too busy with work. Of course you wanted to see the pogues again, but would they forgive you for lying to them, they all left upset last time you saw them. You decided you’d send Kie a text. 

You: Hey, sorry for what happened last week. We good?                        

 Kie: Yeah. You: Where y’all @? 

Kie: John B’s. You coming boating?

You: Yea. meet you guys down there in a few?

Kie: yup

You put on an oversized t-shirt and some shorts. You felt disgusted with yourself about what had happened the night of the party. The hand marks were gone but you could still feel his hands all over you, and the bruises had mellowed out but some still sat on the inner corner of your thighs and on your butt. Just act normal, and no flinching was your mantra. You met them by the boat. “Hey” you called out. You smiled, hoping they’d forget what happened last week. Pope and John B waved at you, while JJ and Kie merely glanced at you. Your smile faltered a bit at the sign of some resentment towards you. You hopped in the boat sitting yourself next to Pope, as John B started the HMS Pogue up. It felt refreshing to feel the sunshine on your skin again, and to hear the waves lapping over one another. You closed your eyes and basked in the sun, enjoying the moment and clearing your mind from your worries. “Hey Y/N, are you gonna jump in?” asked Kie, she was already in her swimsuit and ready to jump into the water. “ I’m okay” you responded, flashing her a smile. She eyed you suspiciously. You felt the others’ eyes on you. You leaned towards Kie and whispered, “It’s that time of the month.” You made up an excuse. You could tell she didn’t quite believe you. Kie jumped in while JJ opened a beer and proceeded to pass it to you, you shook your head. He eyed you suspiciously. You turned to Pope to start up a conversation. You and Pope had been talking for a bit, when Kie climbed back onto the boat. And you guys were off again. You headed toward the chateau.You laid in the hammock, closed eyes, oblivious to your surroundings. You didn’t hear JJ walking towards you until he had tapped you on the shoulder, causing you to jump. Your vision was blurry for a bit, and you were freaking out. You calmed down once you saw who it was clearly. It was JJ. Just JJ. He eyed you, concern written on his face. “Y/N… I was just coming to check on you.” “Oh I’m fine, just enjoying the sun…” You responded. You were starting to feel uncomfortable. “Umm… can you let the others know that I’m heading back?” You asked.“Uh… yeah.” JJ answered. “Ok, thanks” You replied, before walking towards the direction of your house. “Hey Y/N!” Hollered JJ. “Yeah?” You responded, turning around to face him. “You do know you can be honest with us, what’s been going on with you lately?” He said looking at you. “Nothing, just needed a little me time, like I said.” You flashed a smile at him reassuringly. “Ok, well… see you tomorrow.” “Sya” And with that you turned around.You saw them the next day, things were still off with you being there. But things got back to normal within a week. You went to the keggers, but never drank since you wanted to be sober. If anyone questioned you, you played it off claiming that you had already drank or saying you had to make sure everyone was okay. But soon you started showing up to less and less keggers, you found faking that you were fine to be exhausting. Everyone started to see that you were not fine, but they waited for you to tell them since they were your friends. But you kept it inside, and soon you started to feel sickened by yourself, wondering why you were so dramatic, nothing happened, you’re just being dramatic. You couldn’t handle yourself, you felt sick and worthless. You were still in denial. The marks had disappeared by now, but you still felt as if they were there, as if everything happened last night. You currently were at home drinking yourself away, hard liquor in hand. You hadn’t spoken to the pogues since the kegger, which had been two days ago. The door burst open but you barely even turned your head. “What the fuck Y/N?!” Yelled JJ at the sight of you drinking. It was obvious that you had drunk more than half of the bottle by now. “Y/N where have you been? We couldn’t reach you again!” Said Kie. Oh they were furious, but most of all worried. You looked up at them, your face was puffy from crying. Your eyes were bloodshot too. You didn’t speak. “Y/N/N…” Tears started to well around your eyes at the worried voice of the blonde boy. “What happened? Why are you crying” Said JJ crouching to your level where you sat at the counter. You were on the verge of a breakdown again. “Hey, hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry…” Begged JJ. “I…” You croaked out. But you couldn’t, you were scared and for what you didn’t know. That was the hardest part… telling someone. “I was drunk and…” you paused trying to find it in yourself to tell them, “and well…I wasn’t fully myself.” You glanced at Kie. You could see the wheels starting to turn in her head. And there it was the look you hated seeing… pity. You averted your eyes from her stare. Tears started to pour down even more. You stared at your lap, not wanting to see the pity on their faces. “Y/N, I am so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I don’t know…” You replied to Kie. JJ looked at Kie looking for an explanation, but all she did was give him an I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you type of stare. “Hey JJ, can you give us a second?” Pleaded Kie. “Uh… yeah” he said unsurely. JJ exited the room, and Kie made sure he wasn’t near. “Listen, I know it’s hard, and I’m really sorry… I had no idea Y/N.” “It’s okay” you responded quietly. “But…” Kie continued grabbing your hands and rubbing circles on them, “you need to tell him, I promise it’ll help.” You nodded. “M’kay… I will.”“Hey JJ, you can come in now.” Signalled Kie. You glanced at Kie, and whispered her goodbye. When you looked back JJ was standing in front of you a few feet away. “So are you gonna tell me?” Pushed JJ. “Yeah…” You said quietly before pausing “JJ?” You glanced up at him. “Yeah?” “I… I was raped” you barely croaked out. The feeling of your throat contracting signalled that you were having a panic attack, your breathing becoming shallow. JJ moved near you to help calm you down, you flinched back. He looked hurt. “Ok, breathe, breathe, everythings okay… I’m right here,” JJ said helping, “I’m right here, everythings okay.” You were starting to calm down, your breathing returning back to normal. “J…” He wrapped his arms around you. “Hey, it wasn’t your fault,” he pulled back, grabbing the sides of your face between his hands. “It wasn’t your fault, I promise.” He said still maintaining eye contact. You stayed silent. “I’m so sorry that this happened Y/N.” You leaned on him, exhausted from the past months. “We love you Y/N L/N, and I promise we’ll always be there for you.” Your head fell into the nook between his neck and shoulder. And with that JJ pressed a kiss against your forehead. The pogues would always be there for you. And JJ would always stand by your side.

Wish you were here ❤️

Amazon’s casting choices don’t reflect the true racial diversity in Tolkien’s works and are focused on tokenism over real efforts to tackle the flaws in the text and make an inclusive vision of Arda

Amazon’s one major POC actress is playing a role that canonically involves her throne and her power being stolen from her by a genocidal colonizer who wants to exterminate the religious minority she’s part of

Amazon fired their Tolkien consultant and their unsafe set conditions caused the injuries of stuntpeople

Amazon as a company is unethical, directly opposed to progressive causes, and openly emotionally manipulating viewers to get them to watch the show

Amazon has done more real harm to actual people of color and other marginalized groups than their efforts to include nonwhite actors in relatively small or stereotypical roles can address

Amazon’s promotional materials for this show treat fans of color as props to further their agenda

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