ripped and torn

*****VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE BEFORE ANY OF YOU ANIME WATCHERS ONLY TALK SHIT ON MY BOY MIKE*****

Before any of you guys try and call Mike Zacharius a coward or anything negative. Let me remind you of some things.

-Mike was humanity’s strongest soldier before Levi Ackerman came along

-Mike is humanity’s STRONGEST HUMAN SOLDIER

-Levi has inhuman strength that only Ackerman’s have and therefore doesn’t count as the average human. Before you fight me on that read the manga. Same goes for Mikasa.

-Mike was outnumbered by titans. The chances of survival were very slim and he knew this when he left without asking anyone to follow because he did not want them to die

I swear if any of you say he screamed like a little girl when he died let me remind you of some other things.

-You fuckin would too.

-Mike was RIPPED APART by titans. SEVERAL SMALL TITANS. He was not eaten in one bite. He was torn to shreds. Bones crushed. Flesh ripped open. Organs ruptured. Limbs torn off. Need I say more? Thats an excruciating feeling I can only imagine. Most of us cry when we stub our fucking toe.

-Mike wanted nothing but to save humanity and he died in the process just like your stupid little Marco and Petra. He just got farther in doing so. So don’t you dare call him anything other than brave or a hero.

Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

Part One


There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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