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another tea time story for @erwinsalive. her prompt was “grocery shopping”.

they have a list. well, levi has a list. levi has the aisles memorized, has it sorted so they start in produce and move through to frozen foods before checking out. normally, his handwriting is around average, but on grocery day, it’s fucking perfect. it’s his fine print. his unofficial contract with his big oaf of a husband.

it’d be admissible in court. sorry your honor, but as you can see here on this list, chocolates were not there. can you honestly blame me for having to stab him in the middle of the candy aisle? i rest my case.

it’s hange’s birthday this weekend, and levi promised to bring a cake to their party. levi hates going down the baking aisle. it’s the hardest aisle to keep erwin focused in. but he loves baking from scratch, so it takes him several minutes to fill his arms with the ingredients for a chocolate wine cake before returning to their cart.

“what the fuck is that.” levi hisses. there’s a big bag of dove chocolates sitting on top of a head of broccoli. 

erwin hums. “what?”

“don’t you ‘what’ me.” levi drops the ingredients into the cart and pulls the list out and shoves it into erwin’s hands. “read it.”

erwin nods as he reads the list. “broccoli, celery, potatoes, green peppers…”

“to yourself!” levi’s temper is flaring as he turns to put the chocolates back on the shelf. 

they make it through the rest of the store without incident. at check out, they pile the groceries on the conveyer belt, sorted by product type to avoid crushing anything on the ride home. that’s when levi sees them.

“erwin! are you shitting me right now?!” levi grabs the bag of chocolates from the belt and squeezes them in his fist. the clerk stops mid-scan, wide eyed and unsure if she should continue.

erwin shrugs, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

“we have a budget for a reason. four fucking dollars is four dollars less that goes toward your future children’s college fund!”

“just one bag a month, darling.”

“one bag a month for 10 years is…” levi stops to calculate, can’t seem to carry the two in his head, and shakes out his agitation through his limbs. “a lot of fucking money! and that doesn’t include inflation!”

“i can put it back…” the clerk says softly.

“that’s not the point!” levi snaps at her.

“darling, it’s not her fault. i’m sorry.” erwin nods an acknowledgement and goes to give the bag of sweets to the clerk. levi snatches the bag back and slams it on the belt.

“no, if you want it so bad, you can have it.”


levi crosses his arms and doesn’t say anything else until they’re in the parking lot and filling the back of erwin’s suv with their purchases.

“i’m sorry.” erwin says. levi doesn’t respond. “i’m just playing around. i didn’t mean to piss you off so much.”

levi stops, brings a hand to the bridge of his nose and huffs out a sigh. “i hate grocery shopping with you.”

“you hate grocery shopping.”

“yeah, i know.”

“i make it interesting, though.”

levi shakes his head.

“it’s only going to be worse when we have kids.” erwin says, a smile on his voice as he loads the last bag into the back.

“am i suppose to practice on you, then?”

erwin chuckles. “at least i can handle being yelled at.”

levi looks around the parking lot quickly before grabbing a big handful of erwin’s ass and squeezing. “you won’t be able to handle what i do to you when we get home.”

“oh, a threat?”

“a promise.”

erwin gets into the drivers seat, his cheeks and the tips of his ears red and hot, another successful grocery day completed.

anonymous asked:

(Korvusandco) I'm seeing all these drunk Teo asks and I wonder who would win a drinking contest. Korvus? Or Teo?

{{ Teo is weak to alcohol. Very weak. He might feel tipsy after one glass y'know. Now how many glasses would he be able to drink despite that? He’s overproud and would hate losing; but honestly I wouldn’t know. That’s not the point though. The real question is, are you sure you’d like to be in the same room as an explosive drunk Teostra who might feel angry because of a lost bet? }}


An au with my own original story i did for myself a few days ago and forgot to post ^^
Just for fun because i love fantasy au’s

In the criminal empire Denobis exists a Ruler (Victor) who was imprisoned himself in the said empire but got a higher position just because they needed someone.People say that it’s also his faul that all the races and creatures are treated so badly in Denobis .
Yuuri, a prisoner in layer 4, because his race is classified as “too dangerous” however actually seems to look up to him.

His race isn’t that dangerous btw, when he’s pushed into a corner he starts to produce a poison that spreads over his skin from his heart but that poison doesn’t kill you, (except maybe in the strong fear of death, depends) it only causes a little pain or let’s you catch a cold.
But denobis is a really shitty empire…

How was the Series of Unfortunate Events movie literally the best thing ever and the worst thing ever at the same time

Like how could they nail the casting, atmosphere, music, narration and basically everything aesthetic so perfectly while completely disregarding the actual story that they were adapting beyond the point where it can even be enjoyable

How Not to Adopt a Child, or That One Book Tobirama Clearly Never Read

Merry Christmas, @tinytinyrobot! I hope you have a wonderful one! 

Tobirama slams out of the Administration Building in the grasp of a fit of pique he has no intentions of hiding. His chakra seethes around him, a furious tide, and the force of it cracks a wooden bench as he passes.

From behind him, through the open window of the Hokage’s office, a door crashes open, and he can distantly hear Izuna snap, “Brother! Go control your damned Senju before I literally set him on fire!”

Perhaps snarling at Izuna to get out of his way when the Clan Head only said good morning was slightly out of line. Tobirama can’t particularly bring himself to care. Being ambushed by three of the four Senju Clan elders and their increasingly frantic demands that he start planning to produce an heir managed to sour his fairly decent mood in an instant.

He had wanted, as a child, to be seen as his brother’s equal. Now that he’s receiving the exact same hounding that Hashirama was given before Tsunade’s birth, Tobirama wishes viciously that he could be rid of it.

“Tobirama!” One of the more persistent elders stalks out of the building after him, her robes flaring with the speed of her steps. Tobirama is snidely satisfied; he hasn’t seen one of the Elders move quickly since his father’s reign, and to be the one to push them out of their stately glide is more enjoyable than he expected. It does not, however, make up for the overall irritation of the situation.

“I’m going to train,” he bites out, and anyone else would take that as the threat he intends it to be, but Enko doesn’t even pause.

“Tobirama,” she says sharply, and Tobirama wonders half-idly how much Hashirama would yell at him for slapping a reverse-summoning seal on her and activating it. “You have a duty to your clan, and to the strength of your blood—”

Tobirama stops, because clearly there’s no escaping this. Even if he does manage it, next time they decide to press the point Madara might be with him, and if Madara thinks he’s holding Tobirama back in any way he’ll brood for days. There’s no way Tobirama has the patience for something like that.

“My brother has a child,” he points out, and it’s just barely civil. It is, he thinks in moments like this, very good that Madara was picked as Nidaime instead of him; Tobirama has no patience for politics, either. “Our bloodline is continuing. If that is not sufficient—”

“You know it’s not,” Enko says reprovingly, pushing her glasses up her nose with a sharp flick. “As brilliant as your brother is, you have your own skillset, and to lose that would be a low to Konoha in general, as well as the Senju in particular.”

It’s the fifth time in as many days that Tobirama has heard some variation of this lecture, and he’s irritated with it—the type of irritated that generally ends with his genin team assigning themselves missions as far from him as possible, and maybe entire graveyards rising from the dead if he’s feeling really testy.

At the same moment, a flash of dark hair and pale robes catches his eye. The son of the decimated Yashagorō Clan, the snake summoners, is just entering the square, apparently headed for the Administration Building. He looks tired and pale, worn in a way Tobirama is all too familiar with after a childhood spent at war. The boy is one of Saru’s students—Orochimaru, Tobirama thinks—but he lost his parents just a handful of days ago, on a mission that ended in disaster.

Skillset, Tobirama thinks, and then, Aha. Two enemy with one kunai.

“I see your point, Elder Enko,” he says.

There’s a suspicious pause. “Do you,” she answers, more statement than question, and her eyes narrow behind her oval glasses.

Tobirama offers her his blandest, most impolite smile. “Of course, and I agree. Such skills cannot be lost, but also may not be trusted to just anyone. However, I’m sure that you are quite aware of my attachment to the Hokage.”

“Believe me, Tobirama,” Enko says dryly, “no one has missed that detail.”

Ignoring that, Tobirama forges on. “Since I refuse to disrupt our relationship solely for the sake of an heir, we have decided to adopt.”

What?!” Madara half-shrieks from behind him.

Tobirama ignores that as well, reaching out to grab the passing Orochimaru by the shoulder and wheel him around to face Enko. “This is the boy. He will be a great asset to Konoha and the Senju Clan.”

Orochimaru blinks.

When wide golden eyes settle on him, Tobirama very pointedly looks back, trying to make the play along as clear as possible.

A beat. A pause. And then Orochimaru turns to Enko and bows politely. “Good morning, Elder,” he says. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Enko stares at him, one brow slowly sliding towards her hairline. She sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose, and then levels Tobirama with a look of deep rebuke. “I will be by in one month to see how your son is settling in,” she says meaningfully, then turns on her heel and inclines her head to Madara. “Hokage-sama. Congratulations on becoming a father.”

Madara gapes, entirely speechless. Lifting her chin, Enko sails past him like a tiny old battleship, towards where the other two Elders who accompanied her to harass Tobirama are still cowering near the main doors. She collects them the way anyone else might gather up unnecessary luggage before turning back towards the Senju’s area.

Orochimaru looks after her for a long moment, then glances at Tobirama again. “I don’t think that went as you were intending it to,” he says, far more aware than any six-year-old has a right to be.

“Enko is a witch,” Tobirama agrees, though he can’t keep all of the reluctant admiration out of his tone. Enko was one of his mother’s friends, and she hasn’t aged so much as sharpened. “I hope you’re prepared to be the Hokage’s son.”

There’s a wheeze from Madara that both Tobirama and Orochimaru ignore. “Does this mean you’re going to teach me your jutsus?” Orochimaru asks solemnly, and it’s only then that Tobirama remembers Saru talking about how his student was a genius.

Maybe this will turn out better than he anticipated.

“I will,” he agrees. “Did you have business to finish here, before we leave?”

Orochimaru shakes his head. “I was coming to apply for lodgings.”

“No longer necessary,” Tobirama assures him, and puts a hand on his shoulder to steer him around Madara’s spluttering figure. “Our home is nearby. I will take you to collect your things first.”

“Now wait just one minute!” Madara explodes.

Tobirama arches one cool brow at him, pausing agreeably. “Yes?”

Orochimaru glances up at him, then turns to look at Madara with wide, sad, solemn eyes in a pale and too-thin face.

Tobirama can actually see the moment Madara’s will crumples.

Perhaps it’s not how he expected the confrontation to go, he thinks, giving his new son an approving smirk, but it’s not nearly as much of a disaster as it could have been.

“Dinner will be at six,” he tells Madara, already steering Orochimaru towards the street. “Don’t be late.”

Madara huffs something that sounds vaguely like I’m the Hokage, you can’t tell me what to do, you bastard, but for the sake of his dignity Tobirama pretends not to hear it.


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The Death of Takashi Shirogane

Idk I reckon the “if I don’t make it out of here” line from the fake s2 trailer was just Shiro messing around?? Like

Shiro: *slips on spilt food goo* *clutches hand to chest, other arm draped dramatically over his head*
Shiro: Keith, if I don’t make it out of here, I want you to lead voltron
Keith: *Kneels by Shiro’s side* *daintily wipes fake tears* I won’t leave you here Takashi we need you
Pidge: *steps over Shiro without even looking*


This is the first show where everyone can see my whole outfit. I’m so blessed and so grateful. I just had my period but I’m so happy my period had started and my ovaries…that I can just start producing again, that’s how happy I am. Anyway, back to my outfit. This whole album cycle, every time we get to the venue, I’m like, ugh, no one is going to see how I got my pants tapered at the tailor and got these great boots, and they were expensive, like, wait until everyone sees me. Then it’s basically my face and bad lighting. Probably should have saved the money on the boots and bought low-tops.


like…i was looking through Louise Doughty’s twitter (author of Apple Tree Yard) and if I’m seeing things correctly, they didn’t start advertising for ATY until Dec.31st…a day before the Sherlock premier….like I’m not saying the show isn’t real but don’t new shows usually get a bit more hype before it airs so they can ensure a bigger viewer turnout and raise the ratings??? a month seems like a really small amount of time to advertise for a new show, even if it’s just a mini-series???


This was a real pain in my ass. I hope it turned out alright in the long run though. I’m starting to really hate graphite, so messy :(

I wanted some S1 “just got together” goodness so here it is! I purposely made the image a bit darker to really show the different tones. Can’t wait until I can start drawing digitally and produce better quality stuff!

Eyyy! Guess whose mind starts producing hundreds of ideas when it’s functioning on minimum sleep and maximum caffeine! That’s right, Admin Ammy’s!

And I am here to propose a Pirate AU.

The Noahs
-Obviously they’d be the pirates, right? Right. Because pirates are freaking amazing.
-Adam would obviously be the captain
-Jasdevi is not allowed in the kitchens for… reasons we don’t talk about that
-Okay, but this crew is literally so unpredictable.
-Like… there’s a post going around Tumblr with ridiculous, true stories about pirates, like attacking a ship just to steal hats? That’s the Noahs
-But they can also be extremely ruthless and terrifying and just… not… nice people
-And that’s why everyone is so scared of them, because when they come, no one knows what they’re going to be like this time
-They’re recovering from a mutiny (we’ll get to that later)

The Exorcists
-Elite officers from a special division of the Royal Navy called the Black Order
-Their assignment is to capture pirates, and, surprise, surprise, they’re really good at it
-People are always shocked when they see them for the first time, because a lot of them are so young
-The Black Order has made it their personal mission to capture the Noahs
-There are five elite officers that stand out above the rest, although one of them was recently killed and never replaced for some reason
-One of those four remaining is Cross Marian, and it’s all the Royal Nazy can do to keep him from being banned from every port or harbor in their jurisdiction

-So I said there was a mutiny! Surprise, surprise, it’s Neah fucking Campbell (gdi Neah)
-Neah decided he didn’t like the direction the Noahs were going and tried to lead a mutiny so he and his twin brother could co-captain the crew instead of Adam
-Oops, that didn’t work too well
-He had to run and form his own crew instead
-Mana didn’t survive(?)
-No one knows where Neah is right now
-But occasionally people will report seeing someone matching his description
-And the Noahs have been having a stroke of bad luck too long for it to be a coincidence lately

Allen Walker
-Adopted; presumably an orphan
-His adopted father was a naval officer with lots of enemies
-Allen had a run in with one of those enemies, a pirate, and came away from that encounter with a bizarre scar on one side of his face
-That’s the moment that made him decide to join the Royal Navy
-He’s a pretty damn good officer for the Black Order and everyone thinks pretty highly of him
-That is, until some higher-ups find documents indicating Allen may well be the biological son of Mana D. Campbell
-Truth is, Mana had to leave him behind because a pirate ship is no place to raise a baby (way to go, Dad!)
-Lots of people are suddenly suspicious of Allen
-Uncle Neah catches word of his nephew, thinks to himself, “Oh, hey, I almost forgot Mana had a son!” (gdi Neah) and goes to find his nephew
-Shenanigans and a shitstorm of epic proportions ensue
-Ex. “Would you stop following me?” “And leave my poor nephew by himself?” “I’m not your nephew!” “Whatever you say, kid!”
-Ex. “This is headquarters, Neah. If you follow me inside, you’ll get caught.” “Aaw, you do care!”

In addition, Admin Riah also gave me the visual of Neah sailing into port like Captain Jack Sparrow.

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Admin Riah rn:

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sd-833〜Lots of things I should say...

Suzuki Shougo Blog Post 30.12.2016:

Yes, there are lots of things I should say.

But one thing first:

The Hakuouki musicals are very important productions.

I am grateful from the bottom of my heart for the people I have met through these productions.

The role of Kazama Chikage is a very cherished role to me.
Since meeting him, I’m very proud to have run along with him for five years. I’m really glad that I could maintain his demon pride. I’m grateful to him more than anyone else in the world. I’ve been saved by him so many times.


Starting with the producer, Mouri-san, all the members of the staff enriched my life as an actor. They taught me many things. They created this beloved production called the Hakuouki musicals. I will never forget this encounter for the rest of my life, and I would like to see you all again when I’ve grown more.

The same goes for all the actors I met through Hakuouki.
Regardless of whether or not you were senpai or kouhai, we aimed for the same goals, competed with each other, cared for each other–we shared the suffering and glory together. We spent countless hours together exchanging words, crossing blades, drinking sake, and seeing things through the well of tears. It wasn’t always a fun time but because we each loved the Hakuouki productions in our own way, it was an honor to stand along side of you all on stage. That’s why it was such a happy company. It was truly a beautiful stage where we couldn’t win but we couldn’t lose, and it didn’t matter if you were senpai or kouhai. That’s the Hakuouki musicals.

With everything above, when HakuMyu Live 2 ended I thought:

Everything’s finally in order.

Every moment is incredibly beautiful, but, at the end of the last number, when Yuusuke put my sword in it’s sheath and handed it to me for the last time and I saw the audience and all the people who had supported the Hakuouki musicals–that was the best present anyone could’ve given me.

Hakuouki is the best and I will continue to love it forever.

Thank you, thank you, thank you…

There are never enough words.

Thank you very much.

I’ll cross paths with you again someday.

We’ll meet again.

Suzuki Shougo as Kazama Chikage

S1m0ne (August 23, 2002)

This film, about a computer-generated actress, was made around the time that the fear of virtual avatars and their potential to steal the jobs of actors and news anchors was at its peak. 

That concern seems to have actually affected the film’s production, according to this piece of trivia (which now seems hilariously dated):

“After seeing the photo-realism of the computer generated actors in Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within (2001), the producers started to lean toward the idea of having Simone actually be a computer generated actress. However, after heavy opposition from the Screen Actor’s Guild, claiming in so many words that replacement of actors in ALL movies would be the next logical step, the idea was scrapped.”

One scene even showcased the idea of a hologram concert, years before Hatsune Miku and Tupac