#aot thoughts

[everythingseasoning]

Don’t be demanding when asking for part 2’s!!

A brief post on why and how to be considerate in comment sections!

I finally understand why people are frustrated/sad when part 2 of a fanfiction doesn’t come out. I’m a little bit emotionally invested in this one Suguru fic right now. It’s 3 parts, but only 1 part is out, and the writer has been absent for months. I’m a wee bit emotionally devastated (but I’ll get over it).

SO I GET THE MORE DEMANDING COMMENTS NOW. I understand why people say “when is part two coming out” or “it’s been a year… is part two ever coming out??” — that being said, those kinds of comments are inherently rude.

When commenting something like that, you create a sort of pressure on the writers end, because there is an undertone of a demand. When people ask “when is it coming out” and say “it’s been x amount of time” - it’s implied that only your needs are important. That *you expect a part two* from the writer. Remember folks, writers on here are people too. Try rephrase how you ask about part two:

You can say, “Hey! I loved this fic so much! (Maybe even insert feedback on WHY you like it, as that means a lot to writers <3). I was wondering if you plan on making part two anytime soon? No worries if not, I’m just curious! Love your work, will gladly be on a tag list!”

This way, you’re not making a demand— you’re asking your question while being grateful, respectful, and considerate. It’s not easy work to be a writer for everyone (for some it is, for many it’s very time consuming, etc!)

Please don’t ever direct your frustrations towards writers. We aren’t paid for this, and have our own very busy lives!

I understand it sucks when a writer says they’re going to post something, but they don’t and haven’t. But please remember, they’re people too. Go ahead and ask for clarification and offer grace! You deserve to ask for clarification! But because this is a free service and platform, no writings are owed to you. We all should be considerate to one another 💗

[happybird16]

I'm going to make myself cry typing this but here we go..

I think one of the points of Attack on Titan is that humanity is forgetful. Doomed to forget, actually.

Our main cast are heroes, not just the surviving ones. Levi deserves to have statues built of him. The surviving members of the 104th even went on to become politicians, traveling the world to help change things for the better. I have no doubt that they had buildings named after them, streets and parks named after them. There were probably history books specifically dedicated to each and every one of them.

But humans are forgetful.

There were no photos of Eren. He probably only continued to exist in history books, where he was demonized and vilified for decimating the world. By the time their fingers started to get all wrinkly from age, Mikasa and Armin probably forgot what Eren looked like. What he sounded like.

Time passes and humans forget. Statues crumble, buildings rot and fall apart. People forget figures that used to be significant. History books are changed. Even atrocities eventually become dulled in humanities collective memory. Bombs turn everything to dust. Humans are doomed to forget and repeat their mistakes again and again and again.. and I think that's the point.

[i-mean-y-not]

The Boy Next Door

Armin is the quintessential boy next door. No, quite literally, his family moved in when he was thirteen and you were twelve.

He was always reserved.

You watched each other grow up. From a distance, of course, seeing as you never spoke to each other outside of neighborly dinners.

While you ran in different social circles, you swear he was always in your peripheral. You tended to stick with the crowd that tolerated school but was prepared to skip a class at a moments notice.

His group of friends, however didn’t really… suit him. Onyankopon was this calm yet smoldering guy, but remained casual in his social settings. You’d never seen him utter a word but his eyes spoke volumes. Connie was the definition of hyper. With his expressive and colorful wardrobe and the almost manic way he approached everything. Eren was one of the most nonchalant people you’ve ever seen. His hair was always in a half up – half down style, and his eyes pierced through even the thinnest of gazes.

Then, there was Armin.

The one that wore a collared shirt and a pullover with the name of a prestigious university on it almost daily. Armin screamed teenage dream. With his signature floppy blonde hair, and quiet laugh that he never showcased more than twice in your presence.

Armin had lofty dreams. Claiming since he was all the fourteen that he was going to Yale. And despite his friend group, he was determined to do just that. While he’s getting acceptance letters, no doubt and planning to move halfway across the world, you were stuck. Confused, without a clue, aspiration, or goal that you truly wanted to pursue.

You’ve been accepted to your local college and plan on taking your general studies there, but after that? It’s all up in the air. Graduation comes and goes and the finality sinks in.

You toss and turn in your bed the week after and find yourself sneaking out of the house to sit on the beach adjacent to your home. The ocean waves lull you into a peaceful slumber and before you know it, you’re being gently shaken awake. Groggily, you pop an eye open and you’re immediately met with blue.

The ocean has nothing on this blue, though. This blue is a mixture between the sky on its clearest day and hues that streak the sky on the darkest night. This blue stares at you in worry as you hurriedly sit up despite your obvious fatigue.

“The hell is wrong with you?” you murmur, slapping at Armin’s hands. He responds by throwing them up in quiet surrender. He sits on the sand next to you and this is the closest you’ve been in about a year.

“Been a minute.”

And yeah that voice is still the same.

It’s the perfect blend of soothing and gruff and you’re tempted to fall right back asleep again after a three measly words.

“It has,” you respond.

“You okay?” he counters. Just then the breeze flies between the two of you and you inhale the eucalyptus scent that flows off him.

“Fine.” you reply.

That’s all you have and with an awkward yet self assured stumble, you get up, shake the sand off, and start the trek back to your house.

It’s not that you dislike Armin.

No, that was the farthest from the truth. You liked him, a little too much. A crush would be an understatement. You yearned for him. Looked out for him at school, at parties, even through your second story window.

You don’t really know when it started. Somewhere between the mandatory dinners and being semi-friends in middle school.

But he’s never seen you that way and that’s okay.

So, you steer clear. You always have and you fear that you always will. But he has other plans, it seems. Because as the summer approaches its end he’s everywhere.

He’s at the beach when you can’t sleep. He’s at the convenience store when you run in for a ginger ale. He’s even at the pool that you barely frequent because you can’t swim.

And now he’s at your local diner sitting right next to you at the dine-in counter.

You don’t notice that it’s him at first. Content to enjoy your greasy cheeseburger and cookies and cream milkshake, you feel someone take the seat next to you while you munch happily on a fry.

The twenty something waitress bats her eyes and asks for the order of the patron. They pause and respond, “Can I have a vanilla milkshake with a large fry, heavy on the seasoning?”

Your head snaps to the right at that oddly specific order. And there he was. You don’t greet him, too flummoxed by the intense way he’s already staring at you.

You’re content to swivel back around in your seat and sip at your milkshake once more. He doesn’t stay silent for long, however.

“Hi,” he greets.

And the sigh you give is more like a seventy mile an hour gust of wind in a hurricane. “Can I help you?”

His eyes don’t waver for even a millisecond. He hums to himself, a quiet, raspy sound that tapers off before he replies. “You can actually.”

Your eyes blink owlishly at him as the waitress sits his order down in front of him. Instead of answering, your eyebrows almost meet in the middle of your forehead. “Go out with me.”

And you almost fall backwards onto the unsterile floor. The fry that was meant for your mouth now hangs limply in your hand.

What is going on?

“Check please!” You exclaim.

Now his head slams back as if he’s been physically assaulted. The waitress scurries over, check in hand. You take it from her, and almost instantly, a gentle hand covers yours.

“I got it,” Armin murmurs with a smile that graces just the corner of his lips.

“No,” you adamantly refuse. You already felt hot at the mere thought of going a date with him and if you stay any longer, you’ll cry from the need to shout an affirmative for everyone to hear. So, instead of reading the amount due, you slam down two twenty dollar bills and book it.

It’s two weeks later when there’s a small gathering at Armin’s home. A going away dinner, as one would put it, and you pretend to be sick in order to stay home.

There’s no need to rub elbows with a guy that just acknowledged your existence two Wednesdays ago. So, you sit this one out. You’re more than happy to pass the time under your blanket and streaming a show you’ve seen a thousand times.

You’re fading into an almost slumber when there’s a quiet knock at your door. Your eyes blink open blearily and you hum an almost silent, “Come in.”

A blonde head peeps in and cerulean eyes peer at you from your doorway. You fold your lips in and sit up slightly as an invitation and he’s opening the door so he’ll fit. The slight tilt of your head must give away your confusion so he holds up a paper bag and your head dips even further.

“I heard you were sick,” he offers by way of explanation. The way you have to physically restrain yourself from jumping on him is ridiculous, because what?

Why is he making it so hard for you?

You just wanted him to go off to school and let you have your sad girl hours in peace.

“You can leave it, thanks.” You offer with a small nod.

“You don’t even know what it is, though?” Biting the inside of your cheek you decide to swallow this ridiculous pill of faux friendliness. “Ramen,” he answers before you get a syllable out of your mouth.

And you’re surprised that you don’t have a raging headache because of all the odd movements you’ve forces your cranium into. Ramen is your favorite food, especially on days when you were feeling sick. Ramen was your favorite food when you were feeling…anything. So, the fact that it’s here, steaming in his hand confuses you.

“I went to that place you like,” he says. Which makes you think that this is making less and less sense.

Upon looking at the logo on the bag, you realize that it is in fact from your favorite shop which is perplexing. Thirty minutes each way for one bowl of ramen for a neighbor that you barely speak to just doesn’t add up.

You sit up abruptly. So fast that he flinches back slightly at the unanticipated movement. Your mouth opens slightly in quiet awe and your eyes have to be as wide as they can possibly get. By the blush on his cheeks that you can barely see, you’re informed of something you’d never suspected.

“Shit,” he mumbles, “This isn’t how I wanted it to go.”

And it’s all clicking now.

Slowly, the past seven years are seen through a different lens. He was always in your peripheral because he was looking for you too. But no matter how much you wish it, you don’t want to assume.

So in the most quiet voice you’ve ever spoken you whisper, “Armin do you…like me?”

He laughs; like full on laughs. He laughs so hard you suck your teeth in annoyance and shake your head in slight disappointment. He finally calms down and offers the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen grace a human being.

“Is that not obvious?”

Your jaw gapes in surprise. All this time the person you’ve been pining after wanted you too? Shock is the first emotion, then comes confusion and finally there’s anger.

You sigh. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He rubs his lips together in quiet consternation. “Why didn’t you?”

The small smile that tugs at your lips is proof that this is already having a toe curling, stomach lurching effect on you.

With a smile that touches your very marrow, you whisper, “All this time?”

He simply nods, grin stretching his face and echoes your sentiment. “Yeah, all this time.”

And because you wanna put up a fight and for your own curiosity you ask, “What did you order me?”

At the same time he inquires, “Can I kiss you?” Your nod is almost immediate. His movements are the same and your eyes flutter closed with the first press of his lips onto yours. His mouth works seamlessly against your own and his hands begin to roam. His lips claim yours so fervently that you have no room to even breathe.

You grab his hair roughly as a way to ground the both of you and he groans desperately. Your toes curl from the sound alone and with a small whimper he’s murmuring against your lips. “Please.”

“Yes,” you answer the question that wasn’t even spoken.

His mouth slowly detaches from yours and his eyes flutter open and the blue is long gone. His eyes are now an almost iridescent shade of indigo. And you have to gulp to control what might come tumbling out of your mouth.

Before you utter a word, his mouth is back on you. This time it’s on your throat, then your neck, and he’s traveling further and oh…

“Wait, Arm-”

He doesn’t really give you much of an option. Your body is dragged down until your legs have no choice but to butterfly open for you to be comfortable.

“ I just wanna see you.”

And you slowly realize, that is the problem. That whole quiet and mysterious illusion he gave off was a cover that you’re beginning to see right through. But his voice is as slow and sweet as molasses when he reassures softly, “Just a peek, gorgeous.”

You can’t really refuse that, can you? So you gulp and your inexperience shows when your hands hover in the air awkwardly.

“Here,” he declares, and places your hand atop the mop of curls that is his hair. The ramen he brought is cast aside as he settles on the floor so he’s in a sort of crouch. Like a leopard waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle. The analogy, you realize, is fitting for the situation you come to understand when he slides your panties down and peeks up at you. Your eyes widen and snap shut almost violently and with a small chuckle he hums.

“That won’t do.” Your eyes blow right back open as soon as you feel his tongue lick its way inside you. A breath whooshes out of you in guilty pleasure and his eyes haven’t left yours yet.

He licks long and thick stripes everywhere and you almost cry in fascination.

You’re not a shy person.

Not at all, but you’re afraid that the sounds you’ll make will be less than sexy. So you stay quiet and that’s the only mistake you’ll make tonight.

He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders and that’s when the sounds force their way out of you. Every noise you make is either a gasp, cry, or whimper and the encouragement he gives makes you gush. The way he slurps at you should be embarrassing but you can’t find a breath to take let alone a care to give.

His name is on your lips and as your stomach starts to knot and your abdominal muscles cave in, you can’t help but smile.

Then it comes. Your toes curl so hard they crack and your mouth opens on a silent scream. Who knew? The boy next door was now a man who gave you the best—the first—orgasm of your life.

Your eyes blink slowly down at him and the moistness around his mouth should bother you, but you chuckle to yourself in delight.

Ever the gentlemen, he slides your panties back and places a kiss square on your clit and you twitch without giving your body permission to. He gets up and brushes off his khakis and you pretend not to see the very obvious stain that resides there. You fade out slowly after that, body becoming disconnected from the world and slowly fading into unconsciousness.

“Thank you,” you almost slur.

You see the whites of his teeth in response. “It was my pleasure.”

You nod, trying your best to hold onto this moment and right before you slip off into dreamland you murmur, “I love you.”

[buylookwhatyoumademedo]

thinking about how, during the post-battle of heaven and earth peace tour, armin and co will probably downplay their relationship with eren to save face. when future textbooks mention armin the hero and eren the devil, their friendship will be erased entirely. armin will be praised for hundreds of years to come, and eren will be damned, and future generations won’t know they are two sides of the same coin.

[paystery]

the fox and the hound except it’s armin and eren

[natsuki208]

This may be an old meme, but I can finally now do it! Plus this is true… and it annoys me. 😒

[harley-rose25]

In which I give the longest explanation of my opinions on Eremika and why I don't like it.

If you see my other AoT post, I likely give the impression of being a hardcore eremika anti; and while I'm not clearly not a fan of the ship I also don't believe that it just came out of nowhere, or was completely unexpected; like some eremika antis seem to think. Seasons 1-3 I honestly expected an eremika ending. Season 3 I had some thoughts that maybe we were getting a erehisu instead, but ultimately I assumed either an eremika or a no-pairing ending even by the end of season 3.

This is not because I thought the ship was built up well or had really good moments pointing towards a mutual romance/love. There are some moments where Eren shows some level of care or affection towards Mikasa; but, to me, it doesn't come off like he's in love with her. It can be interpreted that way, but I felt it was more like showing general platonic care and that those more romantic feeling could be built up or in some cases like his feelings were moving in that direction. The reason I assumed it was the most likely end game ship if there was to be a ship is because of other cannon ships where one character is in love, often obsessively so with the other and the other is either oblivious, doesn't really care, or actively seems to dislike them until the end of the series when suddenly they're also in love. ie; Sakura and Sasuke, Hinata and Naruto, Aang and Katara. Eren and Mikasa dynamic reminded me of these, especially Sakura and Sasuke.

My main issues with the eremika ship are: 1. how it compares to erehisu; Eren and Mikasa do have deep emotional moment together but Eren and Historia have deep emotional moment because of each other. That is, Eren's emotional moment with Mikasa would be just as emotional even if she wasn't there, where as Historia is integral to the moments she has with Eren. In season 4 the erehisu ship is really build up by how desperate Eren is to protect Historia, how he angrily jumps to her defense, how he's shown visiting her at the farm, how he smiles at her and no one else. Even other characters notice this; in season 3 Jean tells Eren he should stop holding hands with Historia all the time (I'm aware that the hand holding was because they were trying to get more memories/activate the founding titan, but it means that Eren and Historia had a lot of confirmed off screen time together), and in season 4 Hange looks at Eren smiling at Historia and then later tells Eren that She thought He would never sacrifice Historia; strongly indicating an assumption of a deeper level of care. All in all I think erehisu had better scenes to building a relationship of mutual care and understanding and also better scenes showing that Eren cares about Historia in a way that isn't shown with anyone else (save maybe Armin) This means that when we end up with eremika now it feels a little cheap or just off. If we got more moments showing a deeper level of care and understand between Eren and Mikasa or if The moments between Eren and Historia, and Erens reactions to Historia didn't have so much weight then an eremika ending would make more sense.

reason number 2: What it does to Mikasas character; Mikasa's love for Eren seems born out of an obsession that comes from losing her parent in a violent murder/kidnapping and then being saved by him. This is then compounded when Eren's mom dies since she was like an adoptive mother to Mikasa. She's a traumatized young girl who never actually deals with her trauma and instead hyperfixates on Eren. Mikasa entire character arc is her chasing after Eren like a neglected dog until that one scene where for like 5 minutes she finally starts to see Eren for the violent psychopath he actually is and questions what she had seen in him; but never mind that because she's back to being so obsessively in love with him that even after he dies she spends that rest of her life visiting his grave with her (probably husband and kids) and also never takes off that scarf.

reason number 3: Mikasa doesn't understand Eren. People argue that Mikasa understood Eren in a different ways, that she understood certain parts of him, but that's literally just admitting that there's clearly parts of Eren she doesn't understand. Actually, I'd argue that as its depicted Mikasa doesn't seem to understand Eren on a fundamental level. Examples: When he failed at the initial ODM gear test she told him to give up being a soldier and then went on to say that he needn't drop out alone, that she would be following him; when he passed the ODM gear test she says that he's relieved that he wont be separated from her. She assumes that the reason he'd be upset about failing to make it as a soldier is related specifically to her and not wanting to be apart from her; When Connie is angry about Eren laughing after Sasha's death he asks Mikasa why he would do that and she can't answer; despite the fact that she's witnessed him laughing in an emotional and traumatic situation before and should have been able to understand that he does it as a coping mechanism. She'd also completely blind to his obvious anti-social personality disorder (psychopathy), though to be fair so is everyone else including most Eren stans. (like, I love Eren, I stan Eren but he is like text book certifiably ASPD psychopathic)

[killerqueen-ofwillowgreen]

Just finished AOT all the way with my bestie @ashercries23 - might be an unpopular opinion but I think the ending was pretty unsatisfying?

AOT Final Ending spoilers below here!!

I feel like making (original) Ymir in love with King Fritz was a... REALLY lazy writing choice.

Eren saying he never wants Mikasa to fall in love with someone else?? Came COMPLETELY out of left field. He NEVER said anything about that throughout the entire show, and then?

Mikasa KISSING HIS DECAPITATED HEAD. I thought we were past her Eren obsession phase?

Along with that- all her character development just went OUT THE WINDOW. Her resolve to do what was right and to do what was necessary? 'Eren: Throw away the scarf' 'Mikasa: IS BURIED IN THE SCARF' ??? She really was her own character outside of Eren for a little bit and then that was just gone!

Also, Ymir being the reason Mikasa gets headaches came out of NOWHERE, just a random lore drop with no explanation

Armin saying everything in the end was his fault? I know he has issues but no it was not.

The Yeagerists being in power at the end and going to fight everyone else- like, every single choice in this show has been to get peace, and now that everything's over and done with, they're saying that it's just an inevitable part of humanity to fight. Even if it's a never-ending cycle, which I understand for the centuries afterwards, the characters that we know that spent so long fighting couldn't even get peace?

I'm very frustrated right now. Maybe my feelings will change after having some time, but I just finished it and this is what I think right now. Hm.

[kiwi4b]

I love how with aot you’re never reading into things to much because nothing is unintentional.

Like YES lemme search for symbolism in everything and write extensive notes and connect everything together. It’s like a puzzle you’re to try and solve before the answers are revealed.

AHH I love it <3

[kacievvbbbb]

God Characters like Erwin Smith and Shanks and the way they’ve let their trauma run their lives. Erwin to the more obvious extent of course but;

Something about men imprisoned by the love they have for their dead fathers violently taken from them to young and too soon.

Cloaking yourself in the weight of his dreams won’t save you. The dream will end and there will still be a hole in your heart and bodies in your wake.

[happybird16]

Now that i'm thinking about it, Kenny must've left Levi alone a lot.

The man was a prolific serial killer, slaughtering MP after MP, most of which spend the vast majority of their time on the surface. Not only that, he clearly spent time with Uri, getting to know the man before his passing. Not to mention, he doesn't seem like the type to stay in one place for a long time.

Clearly, Kenny had a way to get back and forth between the surface and the underground, nice and easy. He probably could've brought Levi up there, but didn't.

I wonder how many times Kenny left and came back, days, weeks, months later, giving Levi rough lessons on fighting and survival before disappearing again? He probably left him with some money and food, but nothing all too generous. How much did Levi have to fend for himself? How long did Levi wait for him to show back up again before giving up? Or, maybe that last time just felt different and he knew immediately that Kenny was gone and he was on his own.

[i-mean-y-not]

Pretty

One would suspect that Eren was a gentleman. With his calm demeanor and almost frightening jade eyes. He seemed almost shy when he asked you out. There was a tinge on his cheeks that reminded you of a pink peony.

The façade was upheld when he picked up in his Audi coupe. You went to an arcade and you should’ve known then. The way his arm flexed when he threw that skeeball spelled out danger. And when he walked you to your door and asked to come inside, that should’ve raised red flags.

Six months have flown by and he’s been stuck on you ever since. He still is calm as ever however, now you noticed a little things.

The small smile that’s reserved just for you. The way two of his body parts have to touch you at all times. There is the way that if you’re separated a second longer than 24 hours that he has to fall asleep on the phone with you.

Then, there’s way he has sex. Being on the thicker side of the clothing rack hadn’t always been easy. Struggling to find something cute, comfortable, and in your size was a trifecta you could never achieve. But today’s a good day.

Today, you checked all of your boxes. With a black baby doll skirt, that comes slightly past the knees and a checkered shirt that pairs perfectly with your, simple flats. Today you feel good and if the way Eren looks at you all the way to his passenger door says anything, he’d agree.

You sit in the front seat and rub your gloss lips together nervously as you move to buckle your seatbelt.

“Look good, mama,” he grumbles. And that lackadaisical smile doesn’t show an ounce of what brews beneath the surface. You relax into your seat, headed to a party that Eren volunteered you two for.

The night tarries in a blur of tequila and heat in the middle of a Texas July. And your Eren, is always there. Even if it isn’t physically, while he sits and jokes with Connie and Ony, his gaze never leaves you.

And it doesn’t really register. The long, hard glances. The tilting of the head when your body sways to the beat. The slight squinting of his eyes as he smirks after doing at least five once overs. It does register, however, when he gets back into his car.

His veiny hands and long fingers work their way up and splay themselves on your kneecap. A small whine escapes your throat and you’d think he hadn’t heard it at all, save for the small quirk of his mouth.

He’s a man less about all and all about action. So it doesn’t surprise you when the door to your shared apartment closes and your fireman carried to your room. It doesn’t surprise you when he doesn’t even take off your panties, instead choosing to eat you through them. It does surprise you, though, that he makes no move to do anything else.

You move to sit up. “Eren?.”

He groans, a low guttural sound that has you shrinking back slightly. You shake your head softly. “What about you?”

“I just wanna admire my girl. Fuckin’ gorgeous.” And with that he pushes you back and your knees are by your ears. You didn’t even know you could bend that far. And when you come down, legs shivering and mouth drooling, he stares like you like you hung every star in the sky.

He sighs and his unkempt hair flips as he shakes his head and smiles to himself. “So pretty.”

[lenok993]

MAPPA WHY OH WHY

SHAME

It's not okay. I am sure Falco accelerates his maximum speed before Armin's explosion that's why at this moment Levi needs someone's support. Why Mikasa cares about Annie?! 🤡 I H A T E I T

[marcobodtlives]

I binge watched aot all at once and put myself on an internet/fandom ban so I wouldn’t get spoilers.

I find it interesting the dynamics of my thoughts on the show pre-fandom interaction and post-interaction.

Like;

Pre fandom: floch was rlly annoying

Post fandon: I see his story, I get his side, he’s annoying but I understand why. I like his complex relationship with Jean and his devotion to Eren and what Eren represents.

Pre: who’s this Bertholdt dude

Post: I see your story, I feel for you, there’s guilt and regret I felt from seeing your death scene. You were just a kid. You deserved more than this, I wish we saw more of you.

Pre: man what a wholesome show

Post: there were so many hidden romances that ended up being super tragic my heart oh my poor heart -

Pre: dang… what an ending

Post: fuuuuck, what an ✨ending✨

Pre: this is my first anime and it’s pretty good, I’ll probably try more after this!

Post: *crunchyroll subscription bought* I’m going to binge many many many more animes and nobody can stop me now rraaaaaaaaaa

[natsuki208]

After going back to listen to the soundtrack of Attack on Titan season 1, I recall regretting not giving this show a chance back when it first came out in 2013.

Everything about it seemed simpler back then; discussions on the amazing animation, music and story. The most iconic deaths being Carla, Marco and Petra. (speaking of which, it was when JeanMarco was in its prime ☺️)

Gurren No Yumiya was everywhere too, and that was the only thing I liked about it back then. (as I was a coward to violent shows)

For veterans, what was it like being part of the fandom in 2013/2014 compared to it now?

[harley-rose25]

ErenJaeger is not a slave, except to himself.

So uh this is my take on the whole fate/destiny, future is set, Erin can't change anything, Erin is a slave thing. Basically, My view is that its not so much that the time line is set and Eren can do anything to change his own actions, like he's a puppet being controlled by Ymir or something; rather, the actions Eren takes are set because of who Eren is. Or, the circumstances are such that Eren will always make the decision to do the rumbling, because the world pushes him towards that action. Its not that he literally has no agency and cant choose otherwise but that the person he is will always choose to sacrifice the world to save Paradis if he's pushed to that.

I hope that makes sense... It's like if you have to choose between oatmeal and a bagel for breakfast and you hate oatmeal. You're gonna choose the bagel. not because your being controlled and have no agency but just because the person you are cant stomach oatmeal.

So the time line is fixed because basically everyone is trapped in acting in accordance with who they are in this same way. (note: I don't mean that everyone is being their true *authentic self, acting in accordance with who they are can mean not being their authentic self because the pull to conform and not stick out is stronger for them, or it could mean being extra weird than they actually would be otherwise because they dislike being though of as normal or boring.)