The problem is that Eren is ridiculously handsome these days.
Sure, Levi had always acknowledged that the kid was kinda cute, especially after he’d started growing his hair out and learned to control his temper better. That had been it, though, and since back then Levi had still been his Captain, he’d never really even allowed himself to dwell on such things. But now when he’s retired - and growing soft with age, as Eren himself had claimed once with a twinkle in his eyes - he’s become painfully aware of just how attractive he finds Eren.
He’s sitting amongst tall grass and wildflowers, more focused on admiring the line of Eren’s broad shoulders than paying attention to what he’s doing with his squad. Since he can’t deny a single thing from Eren, he’d naturally agreed to come along and watch them train. It would be really helpful, Eren had said, worrying on his bottom lip with his teeth in a way that had been horribly distracting to Levi, because even though he’d now officially been promoted to Squad Leader, he could use some feedback on his training methods.
They’ve been at it for what must be hours now, and Levi’s quite impressed. Maybe he really is old and soft, because he’d have allowed at least one break somewhere in between. Eren’s more strict than he would’ve imagined, even tense at times, and Levi’s not at all envious of his squad members.
It’s quite nice, in a way, sitting in the sun and merely allowing time to pass. That’s a luxury in and of itself, he thinks, being able to stop and smell the flowers, both figuratively and literally. He’s plucked a freshly blooming daffodil from the ground and is twirling it in his fingers when Eren seems to have decided it’s finally time for a break.
Without hesitation, Eren comes to him, leaving his squad to cool off amongst themselves. He plops down on the ground next to Levi, a little out of breath but still no less gorgeous. There’s a small frown resting over his features and Levi wants to kiss it away, to press his lips against the crease in his brow and the downturned corners of his mouth.
“Hi,” Eren says and manages a wry grin. “How am I doing so far?”
Levi tears his gaze away from the shining green of Eren’s eyes and instead turns to watch his squad members, most of whom are also on the ground, trying to catch their breath. “Well,” he starts off and intends to go on, but apparently that’s already enough for Eren.
“Really? I don’t know,” he sighs, taking a hand through his unruly hair. He’s discarded his jacket long ago and rolled up his sleeves, and Levi finds himself hopelessly transfixed by the firm muscles in his arms. Not to mention his hands, dear God, those broad palms and long skilled fingers that Levi’s imagined touching him all over so many times that he’s lost count by now.
To top it off, Eren towers over him by now, having grown several inches over the years. That’s completely unacceptable to Levi. This is Eren, his Eren who’d he’d vowed to protect, the perpetually angry and squeaky-voiced kid who’d looked at him like he’d hung the damn moon. His Eren is not allowed to be this attractive, because Levi honestly cannot handle it.
Eren is in the middle of rambling about something when Levi realizes he hasn’t been listening at all. He’s fidgeting in place, that much Levi registers, hands clenched into fists and his stare darting back and forth from Levi’s face to his own feet as he talks. There’s something trapped in the green of Eren’s eyes that reminds him of a panicked animal, and Levi wants nothing more than to soothe him and tame him.
“Hey,” he interrupts, making Eren stop abruptly. “It’s okay. Breathe. Relax.”
It’s a horribly clumsy attempt at comforting him, but Eren’s shoulders do drop a little. “Yeah. Okay,” he repeats with a long exhale. “Sorry. It’s, uh, you being here just makes me a little nervous.” It’s all said in one hasty breath, almost fearfully.
Levi blinks. “It’s okay,” he repeats, and having ran out of things to say, reaches out and hands his daffodil to Eren. “Here. Take this.”
It’s silent for a while, but Eren does extend his hand and pluck the flower from his hand, his face questioning but also a little hopeful. “What?” he asks, as if he hadn’t quite heard right.
“It reminded me of you,” Levi says and opens his mouth to explain further, but when nothing comes to mind, he closes it again. “Make sure you don’t crush it, though. Maybe train your squad a little less intensely.” He’s not sure if Eren can manage that for even a fraction of a second, being less intense than he usually is, but for the sake of his overworked squad members, Levi sure hopes so.
“Thank you.” Eren’s lips are curving into a tiny smile, and it’s the most beautiful thing Levi’s ever seen. “I’ll try to take good care of it.”
“I know you will,” he says, more to himself than to Eren since the kid is already up and ready to continue, newfound enthusiasm in his voice.
One of the members of his squad outright whimpers when told to get up and resume training, another one actually has the gall to talk back at Eren, but none of them even mention the delicate daffodil now tucked behind his ear.
When I started Stargate, I got the
part, I was sooothrilled to have this incredible
character, to be playing someone in the military and I had so
much respect, to be playing someone who’s so smart and so liberated
and… I thought, “Yes!”
I had two weeks to move from Toronto to
Vancouver. I flew out there, I had my first wardrobe fitting. And one
of the things that was in… the thing that was in the
wardrobe room was a very low-cut tank top and a push-up bra…
And I turned to the costume designer -
whom I’ve worked with since, who’s wonderful - and I said, “What…
What is this?” And she said “Well, they wanna see
what you look like in it.” And I said, “…but this… nobody
in the military, no captain in the US airforce would wear
this… while her male counterparts are wearing crew neck T-shirts
and… I c… I… I can’t do it!” And she said, “Well, they just wanna
see what you look like and take a picture and…”
I was like “…”
And I panicked because I
thought I have just been given this amazing opportunity - I
didn’t know it would last 10 years but I knew it was gonna
be a kick-ass show - and I was like… “I can’t do it…”
And I started to cry and I said, “You
have to go upstairs and tell them I’m not doing it. And if it means
that they recast the part then recast the part but you’ve cast a
smart woman and you’ve cast somebody who’s never
tried to get a job based on her looks or her body. I’ve always
played strong, smart women, I… I can’t do it. So if they wanna
recast the part I totally get it but I’m not playing that
version of this character.”
But I’m saying this while I’m
blubbering because I’m suffering that I’ve just lost maybe the
best job of my career…
And so she said, “Okay” and I said,
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ve never
been difficult, I don’t… but I can’t do that!”
So she went upstairs and she came back
down and she said, “Okay, no problem.” And I said, “Okay, so what’s my
costume?” And she said, “Well…” And I said, “Just… What are the guys
So she handed me a black T-Shirt and
the BDUs, which is what my character would wear in the field with her
male counterparts, and that’s where we went from there.
But that to me was the defining moment
And I still cry about it
because I still remember that young woman on the verge of breaking
into the… new something big, being petrified that she was gonna
loose it, but… I knew that I couldn’t play the TNA version of Sam
And to the powers-that-be, great
credit, I don’t think that it was Brad or Jonathan or Rob or any of
those guys who were asking for it, I think it might have been, you
know, much higher up. But to their great credit they were like, “No,
absolutely not. She’s… okay, whatever she’s comfortable in.”
And… thank God that they went that
route. But that was… that was one of the defining moments.
Rose shares her father’s hair, complexion, sense of humor and love for quidditch but she has her mother’s eyes and her drive to be the best at everything. She loves to be right. She’s an athlete like her aunt and a fierce advocate for the underprivileged like her mother. Attended muggle primary school and played lacrosse before starting at Hogwarts. Makes friends easily, people genuinely like her.
Hugo has his mother’s unruly hair but his father’s blue eyes. He has the intelligence of both his parents but he’s quiet and would rather go unnoticed. He’s not out-going but when he loves, he loves passionately. He tried to go to muggle primary school with Rose but even from a very young age his magic has been unsuppressible and muggles confuse him. He homeschooled with Molly until he started at Hogwarts. His family is incredibly important to him.. even if he does find them a bit too loud. He loves chess like his father and books like his mother. Awkward around people but always kind. Charlie is his favourite uncle.
heads up, I’m going to be spamming some things from my drafts; audio, shippy musings, and some stuff with moa’s fc, as a means to cheer myself up cause some of those posts actually make me feel better. may also spam some things from her movie if I go into the tag. I just need a distraction so I’m not so pissy for the rest of the night. hope you understand
Yana is known for making typos everytime she posts something on twitter, but this time it hit a new level😂:
Today’s the release date of Kuroshitsuji vol.24! On the cover you’ll see Violet who can sing and dance. If you buy the comic book at Animate, it’ll come with an original illustration card. The 110th anniversary special chapter is also included! Please enjoy. -Toboso.
I proofread the text before posting it on twitter, yet somehow I still manage to make typos… [If it were indeed the 110th aniversary,] it’d be quite a long-run series, wouldn’t it. Anyway, I edited my profile…. -Toboso
Official twitter account of Yana Toboso. Toboso and her staff will post various information about her works as well as random talk fully loaded with typos.
this blog is dead since I’m no longer active. I still like the SPN/Doctor Who/Sherlock fandom, but I just lost interest in blogging it. I started this blog when I was 12, and so my interests in the “Superwholock” side of Tumblr have moved to other things. I’ll probably start unfollowing a lot of people who are blogging SPN. it’s nothing personal.
Please understand that no one did this to me, I decided to do this on my own. if you’re interested in me, Christine, for some reason, follow me at @imortalkombat a sjw and humor blog and @epistrophie, a 2/3 aesthetic, 1/3 weeaboo blog; or @c-rispymemes my new text only consistency is my middle name blog.