me as irvin ♥
me as irvin / erwin smith (snk//Attack on titan)
wth! i’ve just read itw2 and..oh GOSH. my love for shinohara is growing like wtf x///D i love him so much. it’s something between ‘oh you fuckin’ psychopath’ and ‘nawww my cute little derp-puppy’ while katsuya…well 8’D welllll…wtf xD i’m broken, so broken. love this manga so much. good work, like always, girls.♥ (even if there are so many questions after reading this!)
Bon was thinking about Shima again. Shima was a vile animal with tall eyebrows and handsome lips.
Bon walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always hated wild London with its ugliest, unsightly umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a vile figure of Shima .
Bon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stupid, loving, tea drinker with spiky eyebrows and chubby lips. His friends saw him as a victorious, vague vicar. Once, he had even saved a flaky chicken that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a stupid person who had once saved a flaky chicken that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Shima had in store today.
The rain hammered like running monkeys, making Bon stressed. Bon grabbed a peculiar knife that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Bon stepped outside and Shima came closer, he could see the inexpensive glint in his eye.
Shima gazed with the affection of 4230 hungry grim giraffes. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want love.”
Bon looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the peculiar knife. “Shima, I just don’t need you in my life any more,” he replied.
They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two knobbly, knobby kittens jumping at a very violent funeral, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two kind uncles thinking to the beat.
Bon studied Shima’s tall eyebrows and handsome lips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” began Bon in apologetic tones, “but I don’t feel the same way, and I never will. I just don’t love you Shima.”
Shima looked anxious, his emotions raw like a nosy, narrow newspaper.
Bon could actually hear Shima’s emotions shatter into 7542 pieces. Then the vile animal hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Bon’s nerves tonight.
Myself as Bon♥
Myself as Bon ♥
some theories about Moriarty: he’s the girl!…that’s all i want to say. And wtf. Stayin alive my ASS.