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as much as I hate gabi as well, it’s obvious that isayama’s intentions for including gabi is that it shows us a different perspective of the world.

spoilers for the manga and anime as well so be warned...

gabi was conditioned as a child for war. she was brainwashed to believe the people of paradis were all devils, who were cowardly enough to run away and hide for 100 years behind walls that are way too tall to climb. we see many times how the people of marley view those of paradis, and those views leaked into those of the eldians because they’re too scared to think of their own. she was brainwashed into thinking that because she wasn’t from paradis, that she was a better eldian, and can show the world that eldians can be better, but in a more twisted way due to how it was literally drilled into her brain that she needs to fight, fight, fight.

for example, if you haven’t read the entire manga please skip this paragraph but I’m assuming you have, the first titan shifter, ymir. she was conditioned very young that all she is is a slave, that freedom was never an option. we literally see king fritz give her freedom only for her to come back to him of her free will because, in her mind, she’s just a slave.

for gabi, she is a soldier for her people.

random people from a place she was told all her life that were devils, that were the spawn of satan, came at night, killed two of her best friends in front of her, killed two officers that told her to run even though she was a ‘lower race’ and many more innocent people be it children, woman, men and elderly people. of course she would be furious and want to fight back, that’s all she was ever taught.

her reaction was the same as eren’s when he witnessed his mother and many other people die right in front of him, the only difference here is that he couldn’t fight back, just as hannes said. gabi can, because unlike eren, she was trained from a young age how to fight. and so she did, because in her mind, these people are bad guys and i must kill the bad guys.

i’m again assuming that you have read the manga since your choice of words insinuates that. if so, and if you don’t want spoilers, i advice you to skip this paragraph too. actually, she has been called out, for many of her actions. a child literally screamed “I hate you,” and “why do you care about her, she’s a monster,” I can’t remember what exactly she said but it was something like that. and she felt genuine remorse and guilt for what happened, knowing the full context of who that person was before (not saying who it is cause i’m still not over her death) and their family, what they fought for, and their actions. she is sorry and wants to do the right thing now, at least what she believes is the right thing. she even calls herself a monster or devil, can’t remember what it was at the moment

the reason why azula may be a good bad guy is cause...well...she’s bad through and through. she lacks empathy, heck, she has none. she doesn’t care about people around her and only cares about power. we can’t make her a grey character because she’s a bad person through and through. yes, the way she grew up may have resulted in how she turned out today, but everyone is in control of their own actions, be it they have mental illnesses or not. we can empathise with her for being a person who never got the mental help she needed from the very start but we cannot forgive her for what she had done.

gabi is a bad bad guy because she’s just doing what she thinks is right, what she’s been told all her life. gabi has empathy. she cares and loves the people she holds dear, such as her friends and reiner. because of this empathy, she’s making judgements based on information she has gathered and understands more the more she learns of other peoples perspectives of life and their way of living. she’s realising and regretting what she has done and wants forgiveness. she’s a good person, just someone who’s learning continuously as the manga continues.

hate her or love her, gabi is a good character, because her development from being an ignorant and spiteful child into a regretful and understanding one is very, well done.

Azula. This 14-year old princess of the Fire Nation was constantly out to off her own brother and uncle, she nearly killed the Avatar, brought down an entire continent with nothing more than a few vicious words and her “divine right to rule”, suggested using the power of a comet to burn the place to the ground when they didn’t surrender, scared her own best friends into fighting alongside herself…… And I STILL can’t bring myself to hate her half as much as I do this  BITCH Gabi.  Gabi doesn’t even have the benefit of being interesting to watch or having the “Evil is Cool” card or the simple advantage of not being such a late addition to the series where she clearly isn’t supposed to be the main focus. Or even a genuinely tragic backstory like Azula kind of has. And she’s certainly not cute in any sense. 

She is NOT an interesting character to watch, she is not endearing, she is not cool to watch, she is never shown to have any weaknesses and always comes out mostly unscathed no matter how much she gets called out on her crap, at least we’re not actively forced to sympathize with Azula, but Isayama CLEARLY is trying too hard to justify Gabi in his attempts to yank sympathy for her. Avatar didn’t shy away from saying what a lunatic the 14-year old Azula was or make light of her crimes. Gabi is only two years younger and we’re supposed to forgive her apparently.  Well go to hell because we never asked for this annoying little bitch. Azula was someone we loved to hate, Gabi is someone we just HATE. She adds nothing to this story. It takes a special skill to make a character so much easier to hate than a character who was MEANT to be hated.  All it takes is one bad decision. Unfortunately Isayama does everything in twos. To that I say he ought to be royally blackballed. 

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柊 シノア  Ep. 2

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Can you do some oneshots of kou with a shy and blushy s/o? Also love ur writing! 💕✨

ah yes, i just posted it :))

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Kou with a blushy and easily flustered s/o

anonymous asked “Can you do some oneshots of kou with a shy and blushy s/o? Also love ur writing! 💕✨,”

i was wondering what reason i could use for why kou’s s/o is blushy and easily flustered, so i added that they’re touched starved, so i hope that’s fine!

When Kou had asked to go out with you, honestly, he was surprised you said yes. 

You were notorious for being cold and distant, not really engaging with people in class due to not having a lot of people who shared the same interests with you. You preferred to observe from the side-lines instead of being in the spotlight and to do that you had to stay quiet. But how could you say no to Kou who was a literal sweetheart and genuine guy? You might be slightly cold and mean but weren’t the devil. So you said yes, on a whim, but along the way, you had slowly fallen for him too. 

Because of your reserved and shy nature, Kou had been cautious with whatever contact he gave you, knowing you liked your space and alone time. But really, he was being a bit too cautious with you, and you were getting a bit tired of it. You appreciated the fact that Kou was being considerate of your apparent dislike of public affection, however, it wasn’t that you hated public affection, it was that you weren’t used to it. 

Silently huffing, you stared at Kou’s hand that was hanging freely beside you, swinging to and fro as he talked about his weekend before. White noise filled your ears as the overwhelming need to just grab his hand filled you until Kou raised his voice a little when he noticed you staring down at his hand “[Y/n]? Are you okay?” he asked, blinking down at his hand when he followed your gaze. He knew better than anyone that you weren’t actually too quiet. You gave small noises of confirmation that you were listening, small hums and nods so that Kou knew that even though you didn’t talk a lot, you were still listening. And for the past ten minutes, he was hearing less and less of them, which made him slightly concerned.

“Oh...uh,” it was the first time you were talking that day, so your voice was a bit gruff. That made you feel a bit embarrassed and you felt your face heat up so you turned it away from Kou’s view. You could feel his concerned eyes stare at you owlishly as you cleared your throat. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,”

Kou blinked confusedly and frowned, wanting to know what was wrong. His brilliant blue eyes darted back to his hand and something clicked and his face as well started to heat up. “Do you maybe…,” he gulped “...want to hold hands?” 

The question had to take some time to process in your brain, and when it did, you had no idea how to respond. Do you tell the truth and say yes, finally putting your guard down fully for Kou? Or would you lie and say no despite the fact you were craving the affection? You knew Kou was trustworthy enough for affection, but the overwhelming fear of just...letting your walls down was horrifying. You then decided that actions were better than words and slowly turned your face back to Kou who was looking at the floor as the two of you walked slowly to school. As you turned around, so did Kou, and he was finally able to see your rosy red face.

It was certainly different than the usual you. Your stone-hard face was complimented now by a scarlet hue, hardened eyes now showing vulnerability. You looked down and grasped his hand, squeezing as if to say “yes” before you looked down to try and hide your blushing face. 

Kou’s emotions went from shock to happiness as he realised what he was witnessing. You were trusting him more by letting down your walls and to him, that meant so much. His smile grew and he squeezed your hand back, soothing it as he rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand. Who knew his stone-faced partner was actually very blushy and cute.

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guys STOP arguing over minecraft wood. theyre all unique in their own way.

oak is COZY

birch is UPLIFTING

spruce is RUSTIC

jungle is INTERESTING

acacia

dark oak is BEAUTIFUL

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Hey guys,

I’ll make this short. Today a racist idiot burned our car completely. It can only be sold for scrap because the motor, brain and sensors are fried.

We’re a family of black latine immigrants. we did not get any stimulus checks. I was forced to drop out cause I can’t pay for college so I’m using my shop to sustain my family, and without a car this is just so, so much more difficult.

I beg of you. If you’ve ever used these:

Please. please consider boosting and/or donating. I’m in complete shambles over this. 

http://paypal.me/mothcharm  http://ko-fi.com/swordknight  https://mothcharm.bigcartel.com

Thank you ♥

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Hi! Love your writing, it's really good! If it doesn't bother you, could you do a yugi amane (when it was alive) x a sick reader. Thank you!

forgive me friend for not doing this ;-; i hope you understand since this year has been so hectic. i don’t think this is my most best work but hey i tried hhh i still feel really confused when on tumblr so forgive me for that as well

Amane Yugi x sick reader 

It was a normal day for everyone, that is, everyone except for Yugi Amane. His honey coloured eyes didn’t have that playful twinkle it always had and instead was narrowed in what seemed like concern. They darted over to the door of the classroom too much for his comfort, wondering if your bubbly figure would come any moment now. No one noticed it since it was only reg and most students were talking to each other. Yes, it was only reg, it would be fine, you’d come in at any time now. his thoughts were a mirage of worry and what-ifs that made his head swirl. However, the sounds of his reg class laughing and talking started to drown out those thoughts. He folded his arms and laid his head flat against the desk. With his swirling thoughts, the noise only worsened his mood and slowly turned into a headache. People could be so annoying sometimes. 

In the end, you didn’t come. 

Amane was at first worried since you believed in perfect attendance, wondering out loud where you were to his brother at break. He had looked at him and blinked with a smile, pointing out one big detail that Amane seemed to have missed “Amane, it was raining really hard yesterday, remember? She might have just got sick! Don’t worry too much,’kay?” Amane looked at his brother with a face of realisation, mouth-blown out like an ‘o’ while his eyes regained its twinkle. That was right, the huge droplets of water had refused to let go of their reign of the land when it was time to go home, and so through critical deduction of solutions, you and Tsukasa had a race to see who could run home the fastest. 

Amane had voiced his concerns for the idea, but since you and his brother had already shot out into the rain, he sighed and followed the two of you but more slowly and of course with an umbrella. He didn’t know how Tsukasa wasn’t worried for you since it wasn’t like you to be off at all. You had once come into school when you had a tummy bug and made a scene when you ran to the nearest bathroom. If you went to school with an upset stomach, this must be even more serious. Amane was also confused about how Tsukasa didn’t get sick himself but didn’t bother to ask since it would have been a stupid question. 

Even if Tsukasa said not to worry, of course, Amane started to worry more. It was like him after all, even if he rarely showed it. So when it was time to go home, he told Tsukasa to go home without him while he checked up on you. Tsukasa just smiled and nodded, not even asking if he could join him. Amane walked up to your house and opened the gate, walking in without forgetting to close it again. With three long strides to the front door, he knocked on the door loudly. 

...No one came to the door. 

He was expecting this. At least kind of. Your parents worked a lot and would leave you to your own devices. If you didn’t come and get the door then…

Amane frowned. Now he knew that you definitely weren’t okay. It didn’t sit right with him to just leave you alone to suffer from your illness. He’d feel like a bad friend since he knew of your sickness and didn’t try to help you. He looked around and settled on lifting a gardening pot that was laid on the ground near the front door to see if anything was under it and was relieved to see that a spare key was hidden there. Using it, he opened the door and walked in. 

He felt a bit weird intruding into your house without notifying you first. It’s not as if he was breaking in, so why did it feel like it? Shaking the feeling off, he closed the door and took off his shoes peering through the main hallway of the house. “...Hello? [Y/n]?” Amane called out softly into the house. Silence echoed back and Amane’s eyes only narrowed in response. He left this bag slumped near the door of the house and slowly made his ascent to your room. The room was the nearest to him and was marked with your name etched into it to claim the room as yours. 

Slowly, he opened the door, and instantly saw the darkness that enveloped it. The only light he saw was the small, dim beams of sunlight that peeked through from the curtains and to your bed. From what he could see, he could see your normally energetic self curled into a small ball, almost motionless if it weren’t for the slow breaths that you took. You looked wrecked, your normally soft hair now wet with sweat and stuck onto your forehead. Your eyes were shut closed in pain it seemed and your laboured breaths sounded wheezy and sore. 

Amane frowned at this, the sight of you that sick made his heart writhe in pain. So with a quick smile, he set to work.

———-

Today had to be one of your worst days. 

When you woke up, you woke up sticky and sore at nearly five in the morning. Your eyes felt like they had been staring into the sun for at least a day which left you with the rest of your senses to fend for you, but one problem, the rest of your senses weren’t even working. Your sense of smell was almost null since your nose kept on being blocked and the feeling of sneezing never left. Anything you touched felt warm to you and made you want to creep away from it from how warm you already felt. Your hearing was affected by your sense of smell, leaving you partly deaf as well. 

Your mother had scolded you, saying how it was silly what you had done the day before. And through the whole lecture, your head and everything else got worse so you couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. In the end, she had left you alone in the house to go to work since it was too late to ask to be off today. Your dad was on a business trip that day and wouldn’t be home until late that week, so now you had no one to help you. But that was alright because all you wanted to do was to sleep.

When you opened your eyes for the first time since that morning, the first thing you comprehended was a wet and cold sensation on the top of your forehead. The next thing you noticed was a quiet hum of a song beside you. It sounded like a lullaby, coaxing you to sleep once more. It had made you smile, and before you knew it, you opened your eyes. The stinging hadn’t left, but at least you didn’t feel like opening them was a chore. The ceiling of your room was blurry, colours swirling in and out of view before a face appeared along with a smile. “Am I...dead?” You blurted out which made the owner of the face laugh a bit, sounding relieved to hear your voice. Then, hands reached out to your forehead and took off the cold that caressed your face. You groaned at the lack of comfort that brought, but as soon as you did, the face brought the cold back but only this time it was even colder and slightly wetter. You sighed in relief, the rush of oxygen actually feeling nice. 

“No, you’re not dead,” the figure teased, and it was when you heard that familiar teasing and playful voice that you realised that the figure that was taking care of you was none other than Amane. Your eyes shot open as your mouth drew agape, panic and disbelief flooding your system when you realised that your best friend was the one taking care of you and not an angelic being from the clouds above. As soon as your head moved off the pillow, a rush of pain shot up your spine and into your head, making it apparent that you were also dehydrated. Amane, surprised at the sudden movement, slowly pushed you back down into the bed and placed the fallen wet cloth back on your forehead. 

“Why are you here? You should be at your house!” You whined pathetically, glaring at him with as much annoyance as you could muster in that time. But seeing Amane’s worried lopsided smile made you sigh and look away, letting Amane continue with what he was doing. 

The look made it very obvious to you that he wasn’t going anywhere. At least, not in a long time. He was the type of person that didn’t have a lot of friends and the friends that he did have he cherished like gold. Pushing him away would be futile and you knew it even if you were only a young teenager. But knowing that Amane too was a young teenager looking after you didn’t sit well with you either, so you opened your mouth to- “Don’t try, you’re too sick to move,” you turned back to Amane with a dumbfounded look. What? How did he know? With a smile he giggled at your confused expression “I live with a brother who gets sick like this sometimes. I’m used to it so don’t worry,” you pouted at that. It didn’t make you feel any less bad, but since he knew what he was doing put you at ease, you were at least a bit more compliant. 

Amane babied you, helping you to sit up so you could read books on your shelf or just to keep you company. He brought you some soup your mother had quickly made for you and spoon-fed you despite your flustered attempts to make him stop. This only made him tease you more as he pretended it was an aeroplane like you would do for a toddler. Soon, the afternoon turned to evening, and Amane watched as your slightly more energetic self turned more and more tired until opening your eyes seemed like a chore. He had deemed it late enough and coaxed you into lying down, tucking you into bed. After keeping you company and also looking after you for the day he realised he too was tired. Now he just wanted to sleep. 

“Goodbye [Y/n],” he said softly, seeing the way your eyes barely stayed open. You were fighting sleep, and for someone as sick as you, sleep would be very important for you “Get well soon, I’ll check up on you tomorrow,” he turned to leave, but before he could, you had grasped his hand to make him stay. 

“It’s too late now, isn’t it? Don’t go now. I’ll feel worried for you,”

Amane looked out the window and noticed that it indeed was late. The street lamps were on, headlights of cars zoomed past leaving streaks of white in their wake and the sound of the crickets had finally made its way to his ears. Looking back to you, he saw the way that you were sitting up a bit since you reached out to grab his hand. Your eyes were pleading, of course, something you would muster to make Amane stay since he couldn’t say no to any puppy eyes, especially yours or Tsukasa’s. The reasonable answer was to stay with you since at night it was much more dangerous. So as Amane weighed his options, he let out a sigh and nodded, slipping under the covers with you. In your tired state, you had wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Amane was almost sure that with this close proximity that he was going to get sick as well, but for him it was worth it since he was able to hug you for a night.

“Mmm love you Amane,”

Amane felt his cheeks light up. Was that an accident? It must be. Maybe you just meant it platonically. Why was he even thinking about that? Of course, you meant it platonically. Was he getting sick already? Yeah, that had to be it. Smiling he closed his eyes, already feeling more tired than he was a second ago. 

“...love you too,”

Amane was definitely sick. But his sickness was an entirely different sickness than the one that you had.

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GOJO SATORU - The Strongest.

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- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing. 

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GOJOU SATORU ✕ LOST IN PARADISE

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LOVE HASHIRA

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I-

hey peach wanna switch boyfriends-

qwq I tag no one cause I don’t know anyone- (but if you wanna do it go ahead uwu)

Haikyuu!! click and drag game!!

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without your real name, you’ll never find your way home.

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🥺 thank you

i have to collect my shit together and come back istg >:(

mmm the fact people still tag me in stuff even though im not that active surprises me.

it’s just because I thought I’d be forgotten already :,)

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mmm the fact people still tag me in stuff even though im not that active surprises me.

it’s just because I thought I’d be forgotten already :,)