#using dead characters to support your argument is lame to begin with

[momtaku]

Tbh I do think Erwin would support the Rumbling though that's purely based on how I interpreted his character when he was gambling and sacrificing soldiers when he was still alive (that's a really out of context way to put it but it about sums it up). It's hard to say what he would do now because he ultimately did all of that for knowledge and his dream, so if he finally knew the truth, I'm not sure how he'd act in this case where it is in fact his nation's survival. These are interesting talks!

Interestingly in the poll, 30% think Erwin would support the Rumbling but only 5% think Mike would despite their being pictured together. Oluo (5.8%), Petra (3.1%), and Marco (2.2%) are also given the benefit of the doubt. Only Erwin is singled out as a contradiction to what Hange is saying.

In my rather unkind tags on the meme I posted, I mentioned character bias as a main contributing factor. In the manga, Erwin always had plans in place to protect civilians but when those measures failed, he took the blame without argument. His quiet acceptance when outsiders viewed him as ruthless was his guilt and self hatred at play. Many in fandom seem to have taken him at face value despite evidence to the contrary. I get it. 

But characters who knew Erwin in canon felt differently, and Hange is here making a strong statement. The framing of these panels do not leave it open to debate. Hange says, “No one in the Survey Corps would be that small minded.” Hange has never been a character whose insight and intelligence were to be doubted. 

“It’s hard to say how Erwin would’ve responded to the threats facing them” is a fair statement. He’d have a different approach from Hange and Zackly for sure. We can speculate all day long on what that would be. But “it’s hard to say how Erwin would respond to genocide” is not debatable.  He wouldn’t support it. Period. Case closed. The end. Slams gavel. Debate over.  “Erwin would not support mass slaughter” is now a canon fact. 

Thank you Isayama for settling it.  And thank you anon for the ask! 

[feridsluver]

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Tbh, I am not sure how I feel about certain situations. I am used to become numb to several feelings but at this point I feel like a lot has been erased. It's like there's nothing. I am not sure if I call this an improvement but I am relieved that most feelings that cause a depressive episode don't happen anymore. And I hate that. I hate that because of my emotional instability I can't have a healthy emotional relationship with me and other things I love. I hate the fact that these feelings cause a whole breakdown that have an unpredictable timing and occupation. Once I was so overwhelmed that I was shut down for 3 months. I barely was able to respond to anything, anything triggered my anxiety and I didn't have the situation under control. It went into a standard setting of something. To add on, my dissociation is becoming worse. It was fine at the beginning of the year, and now it happens in every conversation I have. I hate myself. Or at least I think that is what I do. I can't even have that emotional response to that. I hate the fact that I am too quiet in a group of people, the fact that I must give but never get and my entire personality. I wish I was different. I wish that sometimes life wouldn't be life. Life feels so meaningless. It's like a loop. You wake up, do your work, go home and sleep. Why do people care so much for it?That is what I question. Why do people value this circle? I am very relieved that I am not on the streets and go through actual shit. But why is life that exact thing? Why must there even be that consideration of suffering and all of that? I don't understand why people have to fight for their existence to be accepted. Jesus Christ you are human. Who tf cares if you support an expired orange or who tf cares if you support a liberal pedophile? You will die alone and no one is going to remember for "this persons sucks the conservatives off because they have a weird fetish of humiliation" or " I think I'm so cool because I hate a group of people who I generalise on a stereotype because my idiotic self doesn't understand the basic human rights." And the whole gender thing. Don't get me started. "MeN Are BetTer. NO WoMan Are." Kindly stfu. Did you know that nature made a system and it's called hetero sex? Yeah. So basically host of annoying Satan spawn has to get,WITH CONSENT, fucked by the man. Now to say that some men are like omg, consent? Tf you don't need that. Alright. I am not going to need your consent when I am going pop some of your organs out with a certain technique called: "mummification". (Yes the Pharaos actually consented to such things but guess what honey unlike the Pharaos who have been seen as a god hence why they had this treatment when they were dead, YOU WILL EXPERIENCE IT ALIVE.) or also the argument that "not all men". Personally that sounds to me like the same excuse some Germans pulled up with in the 1950's. but "not all nazis". STFU PLEASE. SOME MEN ARE FUCKING TERRIBLE BUT IF YOU PULL UP WITH THAT FUCKING LAME EXCUSE FOR YOU TO USE, IT CLEARLY SAYS TO ME "actually I want to use this argument so I don't get fucked over if I do smth shit." No nice man in the world would pull up with that argument. To come to my point; what does it matter on who tf I am? Pretty damn sure you don't need to know that I am pretty gay for women and a slut for men when you hand me your fucking money at the cashier. Or your ethnical background. I am white myself. But geez some of y'all sound fucking ridiculous when you tell a person that they can't cosplay a character because they are black. Guess what honey, I guess you can't visit the Indian restaurant that you have mistakenly thought was somehow Pakistani, because you are not Indian. So you can't enjoy Indian food anymore. Sounds stupid right? Well same argument . And why are politics so important? We are a species. A stupid species I might say so, but a species. A pathetic one at that. Imma cut that hot take off right here. Thank you for reading this abomination.

[yellowsugarwords]

Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “Bet Gone Right”

Title: Bet Gone Right Characters: Clementine, Louis, Marlon, Violet, Ruby, Mitch, Aasim, AJ, Willy Summary: Both in an argument over who Clementine "obviously" likes more, Marlon and Louis both bet they can get a kiss from her by the end of the week, but are shocked when Violet ends up taking it. Author's Note: Honestly, this turned out better than I thought it would omg bless Requested By: Anonymous support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

“Dude,” Louis scoffed. “Be realistic.”

“I am.”

“That’s just sad, then.”

Marlon rolled his eyes and fought the urge to sock his best friend in the shoulder. He was always a pain when it came to girls, but especially when it came to one in particular. The girl who’d caught both of their eyes since the day she’d been carried into Ericson: Clementine. “I think I have a chance with her,” he said.

“Yeah, a fat one.” Louis tossed back. “I don’t think you’re her type, dude.”

“And you are?”

“I’m everyone’s type.”

Louis smirked. “Bet.”

“Bet?”

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging, as if the point he was making was obvious. “I bet that out of the two of us, Clementine would date me over you.”

“You’re not seriously going to pin an entire relationship on a bet, are you?” Marlon asked, arms crossed over his chest. “Because that’s just cruel.”

“Not a relationship,” he said, arms crossing defensively. “I’m not a monster. Something smaller than that.” Then, he smirked, his tense shoulders relaxing. “A kiss.” Marlon raised a brow but said nothing, waiting for Louis to elaborate on the plan he’d already formulated. “The first one of the two of us to get a kiss from Clem wins.”

Marlon scoffed. “Wins what?”

Louis smirked cheekily. “Her heart?” Marlon stared at him. “Okay, fine, they win the right to go after her without interference.”

Marlon shifted his weight to his other leg, studying Louis as he considered it. First and foremost, he debated whether Clem would be mad if she found out. Probably not — if anything she’d think it was funny and lame — though, he also hoped she didn’t feel as if she was an object they were fighting over. She was more precious than that, they just needed help deciding who “deserved” to be hers.

Finally, Marlon sighed. “Fine. You have a deal.”

And they shook on it.

“We begin tomorrow,” Louis said, turning from the front yard and starting for Ericson’s front doors. “Start making your battle plans now!”

All Marlon did was smirk, cross his arms, and chuckle. Louis was really something else, especially when he set his mind to something. Sure enough, the next morning when Marlon trotted out after a peaceful night’s rest, he spotted Louis already putting on the moves.

“So, Clem,” he was leaning in closer from where he was seated beside her. Clementine was facing inward, having a conversation with Violet across the table, while Louis faced outward, elbows propped on the table behind him, legs crossed, and smirk-wide. “What are your plans for the day?”

Clem raised a brow. Across the table, Violet smirked and leaned into one of her palms to get more comfortable. “Probably wood collecting with Vi,”

Louis scoffed, arms folding. “You’re not gonna come hunting with me?”

“I’ve gone hunting with you every day for the past week,” Clem said, scoffing playfully, a laugh laced in it. “I want to chop some wood today.”

Louis smirked. “Lame.”

“Says you,” Clem teased, turning to him, laughing at his strange demeanour. As she did, she caught the sight of Marlon by the doorway, leaning against one of Ericson’s front pillars, watching the conversation. “Morning Marlon,”

Louis turned, smirking as he waved to his friend. All Marlon could do was wave back. “Morning Clem,” he said, starting down the stairs and heading in the opposite direction — down toward the greenhouse. He needed some quiet to try to make a ‘plan’ like Louis had suggested.

Where Louis’ plan was more so playful teasing, gentle touches, and flirtatious looks, Marlon wanted to make his plan more meaningful. He wanted to prove to Clementine as subtly as possible that he was a worthy partner. That he could be sweet and gentle, but could put his foot down and provide guidance.

He was able to prove that when Clementine fumbled into Ericson the next morning with a twisted ankle. Luckily for Marlon, Louis was out fishing with Violet, so he had a chance to show Clementine without interference.

“Clem?” His question was met with a groan when she fumbled to her knees, Aasim darting up beside her after locking the gate. Marlon dropped his clipboard, darting to her side. In response, Clementine only let out a whimper. “Aasim, what the hell happened?”

“She fell,” he said, backing away, giving Marlon the space he clearly wanted. “We came back after she said she had trouble walking.”

Marlon planted his hands on Clem’s shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. He tapped at her chin, trying to get her to look at him. She didn’t. “Go get Ruby,” he told Aasim who darted off immediately. “Clem, I’m gonna take you inside now, okay?”

“Ugh,” Clem managed. “God, it hurts so bad.”

“Hey, hey,” Marlon took hold of her chin again, titling it up, finally meeting her gaze. He could see in how she was squinting how deep her pain was. It ripped through his heart. “It’s okay, okay? I’ll get you inside, Ruby will patch you up, and you’ll be just fine.”

The soft way Clementine’s gaze brushed his just about set his heart on fire. She seemed so cute, so sweet, so Clementine. That one stare captured everything he loved so much about her: resilience, power, and at times, weakness. It was what made her the strongest person Marlon knew. “Really?” She asked.

Marlon gulped and nodded, taking a moment to brush loose hairs away from her face and tuck them into her hat. “Promise,”

Then, he took her arms and wrapped them around his neck. His arms swept under her and hoisted her into his grasp, lifting her off the ground. “Let’s get you resting, okay?”

“Clem?”

“Clementine oh my God,”

“What happened?”

The swarming voices of other Ericson kids started toward them, and Marlon tensed realizing he’d need to wade his way through all of them. “Hunting accident,” he said, turning and giving a daring stare to Willy, Mitch, and AJ. “Give her some space, okay? Ruby’s going to patch her up.”

The trio relaxed only partially as they watched Marlon start up the stairs with her as Ruby, from the inside, opening the door for the two to enter. As they entered her room, Ruby scurried to the desk to open her medical supplies kit. In the meantime, Marlon gently laid Clementine down on the bed, gathering a pillow to elevate the swollen limb.

Ruby got to work right away and Marlon stayed the entire time, brushing hair out of her face and letting her squeeze his hand as Ruby wrapped and iced her injury.

Needless to say, when Violet and Louis returned, they were horrified when Marlon filled them in.

“What?” Violet gawked.

“Oh God,” Louis started for Ericson’s front doors, wanting to check on her, but Marlon jetted out a hand. “She’s resting,” he said, the stare that settled on Louis one daring Louis to cross him. “She needs it. Ruby gave her some painkillers that were gonna knock her out.”

Violet nodded, her arms squeezing each other anxiously. Louis, his stare hesitant and nervous, backed down from Marlon’s. He stepped back until Marlon’s hand slipped off his chest.

Clementine didn’t come to dinner. Ruby filled everyone in on her condition and assured them that she was sleeping and that she would be back to normal in a week or two. Louis and Marlon stared at each other anxiously across the table, but said nothing.

Not until dinner had ended, anyway.

“I’m gonna bring her some dinner,”

Louis scoffed, crossing his arms, watching as Marlon went to make his way to the front of the school. The two had gone around back to gather up some more firewood when Marlon mentioned it. “Why can’t I?”

“You know why.”

Louis smirked. “Because you know she likes me most.”

Marlon groaned as he flipped around, his stare challenging. “Where were you today when she needed help, again?” Louis’ stare collapsed. “Oh yeah, right, you weren’t here. But you know who was? Me.” Before Louis responded, Marlon swivelled around again.

Louis huffed and trotted after him. “Marlon, come on. I was doing the chores you assigned.”

“I know,” he said. “Doesn’t take away from the fact that I’m right.”

Louis could feel his shoulders tense. Their competition was starting to get out of control. Now, it was actively tearing them apart, but he worried they were too far gone to end it. The only way out was for one of them to win.

Or maybe, for neither of them too.

As the two reached the front of the school, they heard familiar voices. Two familiar voices — Clementine and Violet. Immediately, they tensed. Clementine shouldn’t be awake. She should be resting.

“Still sleepy?” Violet asked before the two could see them.

Clem chuckled. “Not around you.”

“Really?”

The two finally managed to bring the two into view. They were sitting by the fire - the only ones doing so - everyone else had either slipped inside for the night or was scattered around the front yard doing other tasks.

Marlon’s brows pressed. “What are they doing?” Louis didn’t say it, but he was wondering the same thing.

“No,” Clem continued. They had a better view of her than Violet and could see the cheeky grin she wore as she spoke. “Around you I feel wide-awake.”

It was Violet’s turn to chuckle. “Really,” she repeated.

“Really,” Clem said with a nod. “I’m just always excited to see you.”

Violet smiled. The two boys could tell by the way her next words escaped. “Good thing I feel the same way about you,”

Before Clementine had the chance to cheekily reply, Violet dipped in, smiles plastered to both of them as their lips pressed to and intertwined with the other’s.

Marlon and Louis’ jaws dropped, as did the logs they were holding. Luckily for them, Violet and Clementine were too lost to hear or care.

Violet’s hand worked its way up to the girl’s cheek, as Clementine’s brushed against Violet’s shirt, clinging to it, pulling her closer.

Violet took their girl. Violet won a competition she didn’t even know was happening, and neither of the two could believe it.

When the girls pulled away, Marlon and Louis watched both of them smile, but watched the flustered giggle that fluttered through Clementine as she reached up, clasping the hand that had settled against her cheek.

The two boys deflated, their shoulders sagging.

“Well, shit.” Marlon scoffed, eyes closing, defeat building into a rock in his stomach.

Louis sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and closing his eyes. “And to think, I agreed to be Violet’s wing man.”

Marlon opened his eyes and turned to Louis, horrified.

It had never been them. It was never going to be. It had always been Violet for Clem, and it seemed like it had always been Clem for Violet.

But maybe it was for the best. After all, now that their competition had a winner, maybe they could get back to being best friends. They could be on the same team instead of opposing ones. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------