sassmaster extraordinaire

the signs as women of the MCU
  • aries: jane ‘queen of the science’ foster
  • taurus: bobbi ‘let me get my fucking batons’ morse
  • gemini: pepper ‘fuck with me and regret it’ potts
  • cancer: wanda ‘i will fuck with your brains’ maximoff
  • leo: jemma ‘precious baby scientist’ simmons
  • virgo: peggy ‘do i look like i give a shit about your patriarchy’ carter
  • libra: darcy ‘sassmaster extraordinaire’ lewis
  • scorpio: natasha ‘i can kill you in my sleep’ romanoff
  • sagittarius: melinda ‘don’t touch my fucking team’ may
  • capricorn: sharon ‘i’ll make up my own fucking mind’ carter
  • aquarius: lady ‘i’m the biggest fucking badass in all nine realms’ sif
  • pisces: maria ‘don’t even fucking think about it’ hill
Eyes, the Soul, and Other Metaphysical Bullshit: A Short Essay by Levi Ackerman

Title: Eyes, the Soul, and Other Metaphysical Bullshit: A Short Essay by Levi Ackerman
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Romance / Humor
Rating: K

Levihan Week Day 4: Eyes


Whoever said eyes were the windows to the soul was full of shit.

As far as Levi was concerned, a person’s eyes could tell one of two things: what they wanted, and whether or not they were lying.

Hanji Zoe, for instance.

Whether stuck behind glasses or goggles, the woman’s eyes were in constant motion. Looking for titans, at titans, reading reports, skimming books, looking up at the wall, trying to look in the wall, then at the birds fluttering above it. She wanted knowledge – and ultimately, answers. To dig into the meat of life and emerge, triumphant, with the truth. Which truth? That was anyone’s guess.

Now, when it came to lying he had to admit those brown eyes were a bit more subtle. Most gave away a lie when they inevitably broke eye contact. Not her. She’d stare you down, lying to your face all the while. But even she had a tell. You knew shitty-glasses was lying when her eyes widened and her pupils contracted. What are you talking about? Of course I didn’t spill my coffee all over your clean laundry, she’d say, blinking like an owl attempting to stare into the fucking sun.

Sure, her eyes may tell a few things, but they were a far cry from any kind of window to the soul. They weren’t near expressive enough for that. The woman was the embodiment of kinetic energy. Hell, her whole body was a walking, talking wide-open window.

The way she would wander around, lips pinched with two thick creases lining the space between her brows, deep in the throes of solving whatever question currently plagued her. Long fingers dexterously juggled pens, papers, books, ledgers, all while she zipped through headquarters, popping sporadically from one room to the next. And when there were no papers, books, or ledgers to occupy them, short nails, stained with shit he was afraid to identify, picked, playing with the buttons of her coat.

During the day, she walked with the long, sure strides of someone who possessed a rare awareness of their place in this world. Nights found her wedged against her bed, her long legs folded up against her chest, and her forehead pressed into her knees. And when he found her, on nights such as these, she’d sink into his arms, body relaxing as she relinquished for a short while, the self-inflicted weight of the world.

And when she finally slept, it was sound, with legs tangled in sheets and arms flung haphazardly over her head.

Waking up was slow, languid – the antithesis to her daytime routine. Extending her arms and legs in a spine-popping stretch, she’d speak, consonants soft and vowels stretched out, in a voice still hoarse from sleep. And when her eyes finally opened, lazily blinking against the warm light, he was the first thing they found. 

OKAY I NEED AEDION AND CASSIAN TO MEET

THE BROEST BROS TO EVER BRO

BONDING OVER GENERAL/COMMANDER STUFF AND LOYALTY,WEAPONS AND ALE AND THEIR AWKWARD REACTION TO WOMEN *cough* LYSANDRA AND NESTA*cough*

WHILE SAID WOMEN ARE IN A CORNER WATCHING THE TWO SINGING, DRUNK AS SHIT IDIOTS AND THE POOR LADIES JUST GO “why”

BUT LYSANDRA AND NESTA ARE SASSMASTER EXTRAORDINAIRE FOR REAL EVEN ROWAN IS ASTOUNDED BY THE JOINED SASS.  and cassian and aeion are a little bit scared of the awesome combo BUT THEY ARE WARRIORS, WHAT DO YOU MEAN CASSIAN WALKS IN POLE WACTHING NESTA IF YOU DON’T HAVE A PROOF IT NEVER HAPPENED OK AND NO AEDION DOESN’T BLUSH WOLF OF THE NORTH DID YOU EVER SEE A WOLF BLUSH NO AHAH CHECK AND MATE.

NO BUT REALLY I IMAGINE THEM LIKE IN A TAVERN AND THE GIRLS PASS BY AND THERE’S LIKE THIS PAINED AND PINING SOUND OF “brooo”