Liam says the 1D song that he’d buy above all others is “Once in a lifetime”, the little known track from their 2014 album, Four. “That’s my favourite song. Very Coldplay-esque. I wanted it to be a single but they just wouldn’t have it. It was very relaxed the way we chose our records and made things. It was really simple.” Someone else did it.
My favorite levi trope is that he loves cats because i love cats and i love people being nice to cats and feeding them.
The vet nurse was cute.
He wore scrubs covered in colourful little cartoon animals
and his sneakers were lime green. He cradled cats with both arms, staring deep
into their eyes as he carried a one-sided conversation with all the gravity and
solemnity of a conversation between adults. He didn’t make his voice higher or
speak adorable nonsense. He picked them up and asked them, by name, how they
were feeling. He nodded, his sombre expression made more so by the frown that
would crease his brow.
“I heard, Grandpa, you had another belly ache.”
Grandpa slowly reached up one paw and placed it gently on ‘My
Name Is Levi!’s chin. The vet nurse nodded, thin lips puckered in thought.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Levi looked at Eren and it was amazing how his expression didn’t
exactly change but there was something else that shifted in his countenance.
Something that went from the subtle familiarity with which he handled Grandpa
to a sort of deadpan surprise.
“You’re not Mikasa.”
“No, um.” Eren wrung his beanie in his hands. “She’s on
vacation. I’m pet-sitting.” He looked nervously at Grandpa who had his paws curled
against his chest. He looked at Eren almost accusingly with big yellow eyes.
You did this to me, they seemed to say. There will be a reckoning.
“What happened.” Levi didn’t pose it like a question. He said
it like it didn’t matter; he wouldn’t believe whatever nonsense Eren came up
with anyway, he’d figure it out soon enough. He said it like he was on Grandpa’s
side already. Eren felt ridiculous. More than the early drive to the vet and
Mikasa’s inevitable wrath, he resented Grandpa for making the cute vet nurse
look at him like he was the world’s biggest idiot.
“He’s an indoor cat—“
“Right.” Eren looked down at his feet. Levi’s stare was
unwavering. “He ran out last night while I was putting out the garbage. I think
he ate something weird.”
The vet nurse sighed. He shook Grandpa a little in his arms.
A gentle reprimand.
“You, sir, know better.”
“I’m sorry. God, Mikasa is going to kill me.”
“This happens more often than you think,” Levi said. He
looked up at Eren with an arched eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”
Eren looked at him, startled by the bluntness.
“No, I’m single.”
Levi’s eyes widened and Eren only then realised his mistake.
“Ah!” They stared at each other, Eren in mortification and
Levi in shock. “Ah! No! Yes – I mean no! She’s my sister!”
Eren felt him shrink in on himself. The butterflies in his
belly turned into a flight of kamikaze’s plummeting devastatingly into his gut.
Then Levi smiled.
Just a faint upward tilt to the corner of his lips. His eyes
were laughing, though, and now he was actually looking at Eren properly.
“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s mentioned you before.”
“…Really?” To her vet nurse? “Why?”
Levi looked down at Grandpa and Eren had the nagging suspicion
he was avoiding Eren’s eye.
“You should ask her.”
“You scheming cow.”
“Hi, Eren,” Mikasa’s tinny voice said sweetly through the receiver. “The holiday’s going great, thanks for asking! How
“I panicked! I thought I’d killed Grandpa!”
“Arsenic couldn’t kill that dumb cat. He’s just a dramatic
old shit who’s just senile enough to enjoy visiting the vet. Did you meet Levi?”
And Eren could tell by the smug edge to her tone she knew everything already.
“I hate you. I’m never cat-sitting again. That was
mortifying, I’ll never live this down.”
you can’t deny that a woman’s sexual history with men is considered first and foremost when discussing her lesbianism. Sally Ride? Can’t be a lesbian, she married a man. Eleanor Roosevelt? Can’t be a lesbian, she married a man. Every historical lesbian, all the way back to Sappho, has to have her lesbianism questioned, critiqued, and ultimately denied, all because they had, at one point, interacted sexually with men.
Personally, I consider this an especially cruel form of homophobia. Not only were these women denied the right to be lesbians while they lived, but they can’t even be recognized as lesbians in death.
And to top it all off, they are so often denied to be lesbians on the basis of ‘bi erasure.’ You can’t say Sally Ride was a lesbian because she was married to a man so that’s bi erasure. It’s a kind of homophobia that’s masked under the cover of LGBT activism and representation, when in reality it’s not just erasing lesbians, it’s replacing them with ‘better’ versions of themselves: lesbians attracted to men.
I’m not saying bi women don’t exist, or don’t get to take pride in the women who have represented them throughout history. But you don’t get liberal brownie points for coming after lesbians and co-opting history that doesn’t belong to you. Stop being homophobic to make yourselves feel better about being marginalized. It’s rude, it’s cruel, and it’s useless. Take pride in the women and history that is actually yours.