I just really want Eren in Levi’s shirt and thigh highs
snk au where everyone are just actors/actresses and nobody dies
- Special ops squad being emotional after watching ep 22 because they weren’t there for the filming and they were surprised by the extra scenes (except for Petra who appeared in ep 22). Levi’s actor has a soft heart for touchy scenes and cries after being emotionally constipated the whole episode.
- Erwin’s actor is just as witty (and dashing) as his show counterpart
- Armin’s actor likes taking selfies during breaks and posts them in his instagram and twitter accounts. Eren and Jean’s actors are close buds with Armin’s actor and both often photobombs Armin’s selfies. Eren does wacky faces while Jean imitates teen girl selfies most of the time.
- Annie and Mikasa’s actresses catch some ZzZs while the rest of the cast are taping.Their roles and stunts are usually the hardest so they get some rest while they can. Hanji and Sasha often catch them in their sleeping hideout so they hire Connie to take stolen shots.
Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked
Roads and paths pervade our literature, poetry, artwork, linguistic expressions and music. Even photographers can’t keep their eyes (and lenses) off of a beautiful road or path, which is why we collected this list of 28 amazing photos of paths.
Paths like these have a powerful grip on the human imagination – they can bring adventure, promise and change or solitude, peace and calm. There’s nothing like a walk down a beautiful path to clear your head – or to fill it with ideas!
I’ll leave you with an excellent quote from J. R. R. Tolkien’s works while you enjoy these images; “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.“
- Autumn In The White Carpathians
- Rhododendron Laden Path, Mount Rogers, Virginia, USA
- Spring In Hallerbos Forest, Belgium
- Autumn Path In Kyoto, Japan
- Autumn Path
- Bamboo Path In Kyoto, Japan
- Hitachi Seaside Park Path In Japan
- Dark Hedges In Ireland
- Winter Forest Path, Czech Republic
- Path Under Blooming Trees In Spring
That seventh one looks like something out of The Lorax.
I know there have been a few posts like this going around in the past, but I wanted an updated count.
Conversations With a Ghost
"You threw me away."
He’s in his room when he hears it, and the sun has just set. Candles are burning throughout his room and when he looks up, whips his head around, he thinks maybe he saw the shine of eyes. Then he shrugs it off, tells himself it was a trick of the light.
"You’re still so cold. You were always cruel to me."
Levi knows he heard it this time. But he ignores it and makes an effort not to flinch when a book falls off the edge of his writing desk.
"Still ignoring me? Even now, Levi?"
A chill sweeps across his cheek and slides down his arm until it rests on his hand. His fingers are freezing. He refuses to look up from the paperwork in front of him.
Petra’s voice is a sad sour note on a piano.
"Don’t worry. I’m used to it."
The frostiness on his skin disappears and when Levi looks up, there’s nothing there.
He’s half asleep and she’s seated at the edge of the bed, her icy fingers tracing down the bridge of his nose.
Levi is frozen, staring at her, into her, through her.
"I can’t comfort you anymore. I’m dead."
She smiles her ghost smile and it’s empty. Levi wonders why she has tears in her eyes. Her apparition - she is always, perpetually on the verge of crying.
"You liked me pressed up against you, right, Levi? I know you did."
"Get the fuck away from me."
Levi turns around, shuts his eyes, and when he opens them again, it’s morning.
"Why didn’t you say anything while I was alive?"
Levi nicks himself while shaving and Petra just blinks, eyes dragging down his chin to watch the blood droplets roll across his skin. Levi has to put the razor down and steady himself against the sink.
"I was always honest with you. Couldn’t you be honest with me just once? What were you so afraid of?"
And the word is left on the air as morning comes and the sun makes her dissipate.
Some days she sits on his bed, or by the window or in his chair and just cries. She sobs and whines and her tears go up like smoke. Levi learns to live with her sobbing, works around her and does not reach for her.
"Would you have married me without saying you loved me? You did near everything else to me without admitting it."
He stares at her, her translucent face and her watery eyes, but she’s staring at his bed.
"You couldn’t find any scrap of kindness to cushion the blow. Did you enjoy breaking me, watching me bleed and scream and then sending me off to my room?"
"What do you want?"
Levi’s enraged, filled to the brim with the ache of always having her voice in his room, of seeing her almost body on his bed or in his chair.
"This is what it was like to love you. It was like living with a ghost."
He doesn’t say anything, watches as more of Petra’s smoke tears roll down her face and disappear. She blinks a few times and sighs.
Levi moves towards her, and it’s futile because he knows he can’t hold her. But he tries anyway, reaches a hand out and then she’s gone. The sun hasn’t risen, no one has walked into the room. Petra just disappeared.
And in all those days she haunted him, he still hadn’t told her.
I’m terrible at coming up with titles, sue me.
erurivetra was kind enough to give me a prompt for an Erutra fic so here we go.
prompt: Erutra first kiss
Rain could be heard smacking against the window of Petra’s chambers, disturbing her sleep as it came down heavily. To make it worse the temperature had dropped significantly and even curling up tightly under the blanket could do nothing to warm her petite figure up. She decided a nice, hot cup of tea would do it.
HELL YEAH i’ll do erwin/petra because that ship never gets any love and it makes me cry
prompt: ”sweet” / erutra for winniewankersmith
"Petra," he exclaims, and there’s a stern edge tensing in his voice; still, he utters her name in a hushed whisper, wary of the golden light spilling in from the ballroom. The champagne glass in his hand quivers, and the echo of voices stills both their movements, their eyes darting towards the door.
But she finds him in the dark corridor, running a hand up the jacket of his dress uniform, and her fingers curl around the silk of his necktie, and she coaxes him down until his hot breath is hovering over her lips and her eyes flicker over his face, one side illuminated by the intruding light.
"Commander," she murmurs, "do you mind?"
She’s wearing lipstick tonight, and she’d so very love to smudge it all over his face.
"I," is the best he can offer, so Petra yanks him down and kisses him, her teeth snatching at his skin, her lips groping his, and her fingers dig so hard into his silk necktie that she thinks she might burrow holes in it.