Based on the message I sent to my bb Colette

Basically Levi giving Erwin a sort of handjob while in the middle of a meeting.

It’s the first fic I’ve made about SnK, and it’s also the first fic I’ve made the breaches past a T rating, so that’s something. Please be gentle

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Matt + Foggy - Winter

- The little tree that Foggy brings into their closet of an office, that’s less than a foot tall and, curiously, covered in dinosaurs after he gets back from a coffee run.

- Matt and Foggy falling asleep bundled together on the couch halfway through their hot coffee in the middle of a study break.

- The two of them sharing Foggy’s bed in the dorm when it becomes clear that the windows on Matt’s side of the room are hella drafty and it’s freezing over there.

- The all out war that’s started when someone hits Matt with a snowball, and the next thing he knows he’s been dragged behind a bench by Foggy and put to work on ammo and fortifications. (He gets a few good shots out too, even if he manages to knock an innocent passerby, and, once, the back of Foggy’s head.)

- Foggy walking around with Matt more than usual in the slush or ice, despite having at least a two for one ratio of falls. (Because he gets too distracted talking to Matt.)

- Matt and Foggy wearing about three layers of clothes because they’re lacking in better winterwear, and rattling off their walking inventories, and cracking up.

- Foggy loaning Matt his mittens when his gloves mysteriously vanish in Boston Market, because hey, he can use his pockets and see if there are open manholes ahead.

- Matt helping Foggy warm his hands up when they’re home.

- Matt and Foggy getting stranded further downtown in an almost blizzard and spending half the night walking back to the apartment with pit stops into any buildings that are open to warm up enough to keep going.

- Matt and Foggy drinking, and listening to old radioplays over break when Foggy can get him to stop studying.

- Matt having a bad habit of his feet or hands becoming ice cold, and ‘accidentally’ touching Foggy skin. (The first few times were accidents, but Matt enjoys his reactions too much after. Usually he can manage not to giggle.)

- Foggy seeking warmth big time when he’s tired, and cuddling up to Matt.

- Foggy bemoaning the knowledge that comes with age of just how unsanitary snow is, and the fact that they can’t make real snow cones during a snow day.

- Matt and Foggy kissing without realizing it on New Year’s Eve, and only half laughing it off, but sitting that much closer the rest of the night.


> Wood splinters fly out of the tree as you heave your axe, sending it flying into the tree over and over again. This is hard work, but you can’t afford to stop now. At least it won’t be day for a while, so you have plenty of time. You just wish it wasn’t so loud. And….

So GOD DAMN fuck]n’ annoy]ng! Fuck]n’ [usus and my god damn drafty h]ve!

Miss Clio loves her new Bob Marshall treeless saddle! (and so do I!!!)
The mounting issue we had is almost 100% solved. She was stretching at a walk. We had our first off-line trot! and our 2nd!

We went down to the “scary” part of the property and she was perfect. :)

Couldn’t be happier. 

Into the Dragon’s Den | Closed RP

The court of Grjotfell was always drafty. Karnilla settled into the highseat with a thankfulness for her own foresight in wearing one of her more fur-lined cloaks with her dress than she had during most of her royal progress about the realm. Grjotfell had little to offer by way of charm, aside from a few of the quaintly trimmed houses and their shutters, and the majority of their architecture remained as embedded into the mountainside stone foundations as the day the city was founded.

It left the seats of the trial court terribly chilly.

Karnilla waited, leaning on the armrest of her chair with little interest in the proceedings. Below, the gallery of onlookers undulated in their tightly-packed mass while the bailiffs and representatives darted about their business, preparing dockets and escorting accused and convicted in one door and out the other. She would not have bothered to stop and attend a low-level court session here on her tour of the realm had it not been for one or two of the higher level cases. Apparently, the head delegate of the region felt it would be a slight against her if an Asgardian trespasser were to be tried without her presence when she happened to be so nearby. It saved on the necessary paperwork, she supposed, and the delay it would take to seal the documents, despite how cut-and-dry the case would likely prove to be.

Nornheim’s borders were closed, and had been since its independence–since her independence. Asgard was enemy to the state of Nornheim, and all trespassers entering from there committing a capital crime. Simple, really.

Her finger tapped the side of her silvered headdress in an impatient rhythm as the bailiffs brought out the slight form of a young girl from the back of the hall, escorting her past the gallery and up to the defendants’ box. The prosecutor folded his arms and cleared his throat, eyeing the local judge at the first seat, who, in turn, glanced up to the highseat, awaiting Karnilla’s approval.

She waved her hand to get on with it. Legal proceedings were such a slog.

Her violet eyes drifted down past the judge’s seat to the girl in question, taking in her shape, her age, and what looked to be the exhausted state of her. Apparently the All-Mother and All-Father were feeling less parental of late, she sneered inwardly, judging by the loss of this urchin from their borders.


Scrooge (From The Muppet Christmas Carol)

When a cold wind blows it chills you,
Chills you to the bone
But there’s nothin’ in nature that freezes your heart
Like He and bein’ alone
Its pinks you with indifference,
Like a lady pinks with rouge
And the worst of the worst,
The most hated and cursed
Is the one that we call Scrooge
Un kind as any,
And the wrath of many,
This is Ebenezer Scrooge
OH! There goes Mr. Humbug,
There goes mister grim
If they gave a prize for bein’ mean
The winner would be him
Old Scrooge, he loves his money
Cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour
(Even the vegetables don’t like him!)
There goes mister stingy
There goes mister greed
Hes the undisputed master of the under-handed deed
He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses
As poor folk live in misery
Its even worse for mouses
(Please sir, I want some cheese)
He must be so lonely
He must be so sad
He goes to extremes to convince us hes bad
Hes really a victem of fear and of fright
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside
Nah! Uh-Uh!
There goes mister outrage,
There goes mister sneer
Hes got no time for friends or fun
His anger makes that clear
Don’t ask him for a favor cause his nastiness increases
No crust of bread for those in need
No cheeses for us mices
(Gonzo/Charles Dickens: Scrooge liked the cold
He was hard and sharp as a flint
Secret and self contained
As solitary as an oyster)
Oh! There goes mister heartless, there goes mister cruel
He never gives
He only takes
Yes, thats his only rule
If being means
Away of life
He practiced and Rehearsed
And all that work is payin’ off
Cause Scrooge is getting worse
Everyday in everyway
Scrooge is getting worse!