There Was Something So Upsetting About Having To Put Your Stuffed Animals In The Wash As A Kid. Having

There was something so upsetting about having to put your stuffed animals in the wash as a kid. Having to be without your nightly comfort when the dark would close in. But they always came back, didn't they? They'd come back warm from the dryer and smelling and feeling clean, and you could imagine it was just like having a nice bath.

in the library. straight up "reading it". and by "it", haha, well lets justr say, ao3 tabs on my phone

Excerpt from a short Jearmin thing I wrote bc I was bored <3

["Again, I could've left you to die at any point, but I never back down from a fight. I'm a lot like Eren in that respect. You could call me a suicidal blockhead just the same. The difference between us two is that I,"

He shot a glance back at Jean.

"-and don't tell him I said this, but, I have the brains to choose my battles." Armin returned his attention to the project laying on his desk. "Eren will rush into any old fight no matter the odds, which is admirable, but arguably foolish. But I take no issue in avoiding confrontation entirely if I don't think it's worthwhile. But I never back down once I've started something. I don't run away."

Armin turned around in his seat to face Jean.

"I considered whether or not to help you out, thouroughly, and I thought it worthwhile. My stance hasn't changed on that.]

Me when I remember my favorite character is not just some little nerd and actually has a kill count in the thousands:

D:

This is how i look at a mf trying to convince me not to go to bed at a sensible time

She has no idea of the accuracy of what she's saying omg