#freckledandholy

fuck this i cant even make a nagisa bc phone verification i mean suck my dick i dont have a number to give the shitty email services like i tried gmail i tried hotmail and both need the fucking verification and whats more i have a perfect url

sHUT THE FUCK UP

[text: aomine] yo what the fuck if you didnt wanna one-on-one at least have the decency to let me know

"Sorry I haven't been able to stop by as much as I'd like. Things come up, expeditions... So much going on, but I did manage to make a blanket fort in my room, like you used to. It helps me feel a little better, though it's not really the same when I'm making the fort myself. Sometimes people find me in the fort and have to coax me out. I leave it in the corner of my room, where you usually put it. I'd rather not make everything sad, as much as I miss you. Did I ever get to tell you about one of my first Titan subjects, Chicacchironi and Albert? They were nice, you would have liked 'em. Maybe even laughed at Chicacchironi, he was a funny looking Titan. Do you care if I sit here for a little while? I'll try my hardest to come by more often, and not meet you up there. You'd probably lecture me for that. For being too reckless. I'm sure you've seen how many close encounters I've had, too many. I'll be back, I promise."

The wind blows through Jean’s hair, and causes his cape to fly behind him too. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the salty air. The ocean is as beautiful as anybody would imagine. Honestly, the colour reminds him a little of Eren’s eyes. Yeah, Eren’s eyes. The ones Jean had grown to love. The way they sparkled with each emotion Eren was feeling; passion, determination, fear, anger, love, hate…everything. Jean had found himself captivated by them. He remembers how they widened when the two of them first kissed, how they’d softened when Jean confessed. But most of all, he remembers how they were wide with fear as Eren was killed. Tears prick at the corners of Jean’s eyes as he watches the ocean. Eren would’ve loved this. He would’ve been excited. If Eren hadn’t have died, then Armin probably would’ve been more enthusiastic. The air is heavy. Mikasa and Armin are just as silent as Jean, because all three of them know that it’s just not the same without the bright-eyed teen who’d probably have had to be saved from drowning a few times by now. He’s painfully aware of the tears that are now making their way down his face. He knows his legs are trembling, and that he probably looks dumb. He doesn’t particularly care. So many of their friends have died over the years. He’d thought it was bad when his best friend had died, but then he’d fallen for Eren, and then he’d died too. It was like everything that Jean loved slipped through his grasp just as he tried to hold onto it. And it hurt. Jean doesn’t bother to stop himself as he drops to his knees. He ignores the worried looks that his friends send him. He doesn’t care. He regrets coming out to watch the ocean with the others. He wishes he’d said he felt ill and had locked himself up in his room. He sees Armin and Mikasa move away from him. They’re giving him space, he realises. He’s glad for that. “Hey, Eren,” Jean murmurs softly, lowering his head and taking a deep breath. “We finally did it. We got to the ocean and managed to get another safe-place for mankind. So why aren’t you here with us? Why the fuck did you have to leave so soon?” He tilts his head back to look at the sky, his lower lip trembling as he tries not to break down completely. “Why did you have to leave? You would’ve loved the ocean. It’s nicer than the books Armin showed you. But you never got to see it.” He whispers, shaking his head and trying not to whimper. “I’m sorry I failed to save you.”

Yes yes yesThat would explain a lot of things

''Turning off the light would probably help...''

''Don't do that.''