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10 actors: Bradley Whitford

It’s so much fun, as we can see everyday, to shame and humiliate people who you disagree with politically, but it does not get anything done.


“He thinks it’s the coolest thing that’s ever happened to him. Part of it’s finally knowing what’s going on. And he’s excited to have his friends back– to be part of the in-crowd. Shouldn’t be surprised, I guess. It’s so Quil.” 

tea time for @erwinsalive. her prompt: mustaches.

they don’t tell anybody before they arrive at hange’s fourth of july party.

“happy fourth of holy shit.” they say, backing into the front door, jingling the bells from the festive seasonal wreath that adorned it. hange always accidentally decorated for christmas in july.

“good afternoon, hange.” erwin says politely, a large bowl of homemade potato salad in his hands.

“hey.” levi says, his own hands occupied with a tray of red, white, and blue m&m cookies.

hange moves out of the way of the door to let them pass inside. they gesture their hand around their mouth, their head shaking, “so we’re just not gonna…”

they ignore them as they move deeper into the house, hange still chattering to themselves down the hallway.

“mike! banana!” erwin calls out as he enters into the kitchen to deposit his goods. “where’s moblit? i have something for him.”

mike and nanaba are sitting at the kitchen table, mouths unhinged and dropped so far they may have cemented into the wooden surface. “cooking…” is all mike can say, pointing a finger to the sliding glass door that leads to the porch.

erwin leaves out through the back door. moblit turns to address the disturbance and immediately needs to cover his mouth before saying anything. “oh my goodness,” he says over fits of giggles. “i can’t believe…” and then he sees levi, and erwin is almost positive the man has started to piss himself.

“oi, pay up.” levi says, but he can’t help but smile a little as well. erwin is absolutely beaming with amusement, and he loves seeing him that way. the two weeks of struggling to recognize his own reflection in the mirror has been worth it.

“what did they say?” moblit says, his eyes watering and his breathing hitched between onsets of laughter.

and as if being summoned, hange comes roaring through the back door, shaving cream and razor in hand. “i’m not letting either of ya eat any of my food with that shit above your lips, ya hear?”

levi looks up at erwin, his mouth wide in a smile, the dark mustache above his lip declaring its rarity even more so. “if they touch me, erwin…” he takes a step back, his foot resting on plush green grass of the small fenced in yard.

erwin fans his forefinger and thumb against his own mustache, grinning alongside his boyfriend. “don’t worry, moblit will bail us out of jail.”

they scatter in the backyard as hange chases them. the two men manage to successfully pin hange down and shave off their right eyebrow before the first round of bratwursts are served.