The book has a maroon jacket and embossed spine. It’s older, and he can tell when he picks it up and leafs through the pages. The musty smell reaches his nose and makes him sneeze into his arm. With a sniffle, he fans through the book, and it doesn’t take him long to realize it was one of Erwin’s.
His heart seizes, and he leaves the book open in his lap. He thinks about Erwin every day, sometimes every second, but Erwin’s never a surprise. Thinking of him is a constant, and the physical things that conjure Erwin are cataloged and sterilized. When Levi encounters them, he does so with bravery. Indifference. He has Erwin compartmentalized at this point into his psyche. The only place Erwin could affect him is in his dreams.
But this book. This book is different. It has Levi spooked, and he isn’t sure how to move forward. He turns a page. The language is old, the information flowery and, at this point, incorrect. It must have been Erwin’s father’s, and somehow having that knowledge made the book that much more difficult to hold. Another page and he discovers it’s talking about the ocean. His breathing gets caught in his chest as he reads.
Oceans are bodies of water with high salt content. They can range in color depending on location, from deep sapphire to gleaming turquoise. It is predicted that the ocean covers more of the surface of the world than land. Nobody has ever been able to touch the deepest depth of an ocean. Strange creatures are thought to originate under the surface.
Levi slaps the book shut and places it next to him. He brings his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around his legs.
It wasn’t anything like that. The ocean was beautiful and living and moving. It was vast and mysterious and deep. It tasted different, like an exotic delicacy. And he supposed at the time that it was. They had never tasted freedom like that before–and that’s all the ocean was.
His chest grows tight, and there’s a sound emitting from his throat that’s foreign and hoarse. God dammit, he should have been there. He should have been at his side, their cloaks catching the wind like the sails of the ships illustrated on the book pages. He had fought the longest and hardest out of all of them. He got them all here. If it wasn’t for him…
The sob comes out long and hard, and Levi has never felt something shake through him so violently. His moaning cry echoes in the room as the tears pool and drop from his eyes. It wasn’t anything like that. It wasn’t some simple pages on a piece of paper. It was so fucking beautiful and Erwin wasn’t there. He wasn’t there, and it was the ugliest thing he had ever seen in his whole life. He hated the ocean. He fucking hated it.
His hands ball into his hair as he pushes his forehead into his knees. He struggles to breathe, but he doesn’t care. His sobs turn silent as he gasps in air. Erwin wasn’t there, and he’s not here now, and he can’t fucking stand it. Tears fall salty like the waters of the ocean, and he wishes so badly to drown in them.
The text above is an excerpt from a ficlet my lovely @gouguruheddo wrote for this pic to rip my heart completely into pieces <3 Thank you love.
Coffee Luck Part 02 of ? (start here) - MakoHaru Barista!Makoto AU
WHO ON EARTH COULD THAT BE? IT’S OK HARU. I’m pretty sure people draw their crushes too. Finally, something will happen in Part 03. 8D Sorry I’m a bit slow with this one, art stamina is a bit too low. Nonetheless hopefully this was an okay continuation! Thanks for reading this nonsense. OTL
step one: allow yourself some semblance of a smile. your grief is not an iron cage and you are not trapped. you are allowed to mourn your own innocence, even if you barely remember how it felt.
step two: hold his hand. you want to, even if you won’t admit it outloud. you want to take him and keep him so close to your chest that the world never has another chance to lash out, but if it did you’d be stood like a shield, like a guardian angel even the devil would avoid. it’s okay. it’s okay. hold his hand.
step three: you don’t have to say the words for them to be true; at this point the “i love you"s are as natural as breathing, noiseless and soft. when you look at the stars you see the same light you find in his eyes everyday.
step four: give yourself a chance to heal. it might take a while. it might take years. your past is a minefield no one taught you to navigate before now, but you are strong and you are loved and that’s enough (it has to be enough).
step five: you gave him a key, a home, a reason to wake up with a smile and he gave you a reason to look forward to what was once a grey-scale future, now bathed in a shade of blue even the ocean would envy.
i just witnessed something that pissed me off and if you got eyes it’s gonna piss you off too
i’ve been watching this korean variety/game show called running man and there are six male cast members, and in one ep they had a poll where fans ranked them by attractiveness. these are the results of that poll:
So I might write up a big essay later on why I chose this particular name, since it DOES have a lot of “negative connotations”, but just know that that I have a lot of personal reasons behind it and I’m not being “edgy”.
You search your closet for that really pretty cream cocktail
dress you bought the other day, and start getting ready.
A knock on the door, right after you finish. It was your sweet
boyfriend, wearing a black suit, which looked 100 on him.
You open the door and his eyes grow wide, his jaw drops. He had
fallen in love with the most beautiful girl. He thought to himself Jesus, I am the luckiest man alive today. You
smiled shyly, and he took you by the hand.
He opens the door for you, seeing you guys have arrived at this
really fancy place. And you both order the same thing. You look around the
area, but felt his eyes plant on you. You were basically melting from his
stare. His eyes were sparkling. You look at him, and he looks away immediately,
face flushing red.
He smiles at you. “I love you.” You tell him
His eyes grow big at your sudden statement. He looks down, quite
YOOSUNG YOURE A KITTEn
Yoosung pays for the bill and you guys leave.
He parks the car and walks you to your door. You unlock the lock
on the door and open the entrance to your apartment. You invite him to stay the
night, but he says no. You make a grumpy face, and he makes that you’re so fucking cute smile. He
promises he’ll drop by tomorrow as he kisses you, the kind of kiss that makes
your heart tingle.
she finally found time to spend with you, after week of leaving early and coming home late, you barely saw her anymore. You invite her out to watch a movie you’ve been wanting to see, but when you two get there, it’s sold out.
You try to hide how much that made you sad.
But baby is a psychic.
Jaehee stops you, cups your cheeks and tells you “Hey, its okay. Why don’t we just get some cake at that cafe you love so much”, looking straight into your eyes, your heart melts.
She intertwines her hands with yours as you walk down the street to a small cafe around the corner
She looks perfect
She is perfect.
You couldn’t stop staring at her.
It was nice to see her in something else other than a suit
Like seeing her in her underwear
i am a demon
She holds the door for you as you guys enter. Standing in front of the menu, she asks you what you want. But before you could answer, she stops you. “I know what you want”. woah ok ok
You look for a table, and seats.
She approaches the table with a tray. On the tray was a plate of your favorite cake, (*insert favorite cake), and an iced coffee.
You fed her spoons of your cake while you sneakily took sips from her coffee.
You had a gr8 day
You were happy. You saw that smile again.
You held her hand as you two made your way back home.
You really missed spending time with Zen. He always came home either really late or really tired. You decide to surprise him.
You wait outside the studio for about 30 minutes.
GOD IT WAS SO HOT OUTSIDE
LIKE JESUS WHy
You were melting waiting for him.
And finally, all his co-workers were out. But Zen was nowhere to be found.
You really wanted some ice cream.
After about 200 years
He finally walks out the doors.
His hair was ties up in a bun.
Sexy bun sexy zen
You smile and wave at him. His eyes grow big after seeing you.
was i not supposed to be here? you thought to yourself.
“MC? What are you doing here?” He asked.
“I wanted to surprise you!” You say, rather exhausted from the standing in the heat part of your day.
“Why didn’t you go inside? You could’ve gotten a heatstroke at this temperature.” He says, worried.
You shake your head, telling him you’re fine.
He read your mind.
“Ice cream?” He smiled, asking you.
TWAS LIKE HEAVEN CALLED ME OUT
You smile at him. And he already knows that smile
You intertwine your fingers with his as you walk to your favorite ice cream parlor.
You had (insert your fav ice cream flavor*). Zen stared at you.
angel he said to himself.
your ice cream was melting send hELP
You arrange this super cute date to the aquarium but Jumin suddenly had an urgent meeting he needed to go to.
Trust me he felt super bad that he had to cancel.
He wanted to make it up to you. He wanted to make time for you. He waited until you had absolutely nothing planned.
“I need you to come with me.”
“Meeting up with a friend.”
“Okay. Specific attire?”
You put on your favorite clothes, paired with your favorite shoes.
Jumin looked like he was in a hurry.
Driver Kim drops us off at a big dome.
Hope its not haunted.
You held his hand tight as you walk inside.
It was a really pretty old observatory. The ceiling was a galaxy painted with glow in the dark paint. It was beautiful.
Jumin was beautiful
In the middle of the dome, was a table for two.
You look back at him, he had that cheeky smile.
“Jumin?” You call out his attention.
“Did you plan this all by yourself?”
“Of course. Why?”
Both of you were just standing, his arms wrapped around you, your head buried in his chest. There wasn’t any music. Just you, humming to your favorite slow-dance song.
Jumin was looking down at you.
It was perfect.
You two had dinner, then watched the stars for the rest of the night.
It was movie night at your place with the rest of the RFA, but Seven asked them all to bail tonight so it would be just the two of you.
They all bailed.
You had everything ready.
And wine and cheese for Jumin.
It was getting late and no one was arriving.
You felt your heart hanging on a thread.
Until the doorbell rang.
It was Seven.
“Hey!” You open the door, inviting him inside.
“Hiya” He says, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek, making you turn a little pink.
“Are the others coming?” You ask
“I think they’re all busy.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.
You didn’t really want to watch a movie without them
Which you admitted to Seven.
“What do you want to do then?” He asks.
“I don’t know.” You say with a grumpy face.
“Aww. Its okay” He lightly kisses you.
His face fills with
A smirk of lust
A grin of idea
“Do you wanna.. Build a snowman? maybe head to the diner?”
You smile, and agree.
You two hopped into his car and he drove to this diner near the pier.
You two bought milkshakes and french fries.
“MC. I’ve fallen inlove with the most amazing person in the world.” Seven says, proceeding to drink his milkshake.
“Who may that be?” You ask.
“You.” He says.
You were already expecting that. Yet you still fell for it, making your face heat up.
It was a great night. Milkshakes. Fries. Boyfriend. All you ever need in long nights.
He eventually got really tired and crashed at your place, sleeping on your bed, arms around you, your head on his chest and well
yaayy how was it :> pls give feedback i am a noob :3
So, because my Lavellan!Inquisitor is a transwoman, I’ve had a lot of time and motivation to consider Dalish attitudes towards trans folk. My conclusion: in general, they’re pretty fuckin’ cool with it! here’s why:
1) Being nomadic and an oppressed minority, clans are pretty dependent on the skills and effort of each and every one of their members. Therefore, so long as you do solid work and contribute to the well-being of the clan, people don’t really care how you express yourself.
2) From what we see in the games and books, clans are usually pretty small, unlikely to have more than 50 or so members, maybe 100 tops (the clan you meet in Inquisition only has 8, counting the younger one who gets himself killed before you show up.) As a general rule, it’s harder to be bigoted against a demographic when someone you know intimately is in it. And when you spend your life around more or less the same 50 people, and have as little private space as the Dalish have? lemme tell ya, you know those people pretty intimately.
3) This is entirely my own headcanon, but I think the Dalish would hold trans people as sacred to Dirthamen, god of secrets and knowledge. If you ask a Dalish elf, gender non-conforming elves are the way they are because Dirthamen blessed them with a great secret hidden deep within their souls, a truth regarding the nature of the self. Beliefs hold that if you allow such a person to express themselves and flourish, they may come to know certain aspects of the secret, and can pass that knowledge on to their clan. The Dalish, valuing ancient knowledge highly, take this very seriously. To this end, gender non-conforming elves among the Dalish are referred to as “dirthenansal,” which directly translates as “gift or blessing of Dirthamen.” This is often shortened to “denan.”