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"Tch. What is it, woman?"
Hanji balked at his tone, brows furrowing at his words. "Grumpy, eh?" she teased as she shoved a candy bar into his hands. "Have a Snickers. You're always grumpy when you're hungry."
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@logos-and-pathos
HEICHOUUUUUU
"Tch. What is it, woman?"
Hanji balked at his tone, brows furrowing at his words. "Grumpy, eh?" she teased as she shoved a candy bar into his hands. "Have a Snickers. You're always grumpy when you're hungry."
School Festival - [ complacentpunk ]
Hanji practically jumped out the car and raced towards the front door. "Eren!" she yelled. "Hurry up! Your dad's going to kill me if you're late for this thing!"
She pounded frantically on the door with a fist, hoping he wasn't still asleep. "Eren, open up! I'm serious!"
The Park - [ coffeeshop-jean ]
Jean sat, absorbing Hanji’s words with the attentiveness of a student listening to a teacher. He was surprised that she understood his emotions so well. Then again, she had always been there for him. It was only natural she would know about how he felt..
But still, her speech made his appreciation for the older woman glow brighter and brighter.
"I don’t mind your talking," Jean told her. He whistled a low, two-note tune to express his astonishment. "Ever thought about being a counselor? With a spiel like that, someone would’ve thought you had some kind of degree in relationships."
"But really," Jean said after a bout of laughter, "That made me feel… more confident. I guess I should thank you for that?"
"Really?" Hanji asked, doubtful. "I feel like I just yelled at you or something." She leaned back, scratching behind her ear in embarrassment. "Sorry, I get intense about relationships. Which is stupid because I don't think I've ever had what anyone would consider a successful one." She laughed a little ruefully. "I don't think anyone should take advice from me. Seriously. I'm a mess."
She checked the little watch at her wrist. "Geez, I didn't realize it was this late. I should probably get going before I miss my bus." She stood, smoothing her skirt a little. "I miss talking to you like this, though! Don't be a stranger, Jean. You can call me anytime, you know."
The only thing we’re allowed to do is to believe that we won’t regret the choice we made. (An…
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Epicurean Adventures of a Gastronomical Nature
Marco noticed Thomas’ behaviour; it was impossible not to. Not being one to interfere with such things he kept his mouth shut, only listening to the conversation.
His eyes followed her pointing finger, a small smile on his face as he nodded. He perked up when she addressed him, opening his mouth to speak. “Well, I wanted to-“ However, he was rudely cut off…
"Ah, Zoe? Another interesting name." Thomas kept his voice smooth yet firm and confident. Much like Marco had done in the background, Thomas followed her pointing hand. He blinked and his face got brighter with excitement. "Yes! You’ve been to Trost? How do you like our city?" So many questions… yet that was how he kept a conversation going. He let out a hearty laugh, rolling up his sleeves and crossing his arms tightly as he tried to subtly show off his muscles. He gave her a sharp grin, “Maybe you will.” Without turning his head he listened to Marco speak, figuring he could answer her question instead. 'Well, I wanted to-' "Yeah, this was his idea. Marco has this thing for travelling." Thomas’s voice defeated Marco’s, crushing it like a fly. He turned around to face the two, rubbing his head. "But it wasn’t so bad. You get to meet interesting people when you travel…" He glanced at her while he said that, implying something quite obviously.
Hanji watched Thomas with polite, wide-eyed attention. She was vaguely intrigued by his macho display. Was it for her? Or was that just how he spoke to everyone he came across?
Her eyes cut across to Marco when he began to speak. Hearing Thomas immediately interrupt him, she gave the guy a knowing smile before turning her attention back to the blond.
"Interesting, indeed," she murmured languidly, her lips curling up into a enigmatic smile. She looked at Marco again, intending to make it quite certain she wanted his answer and his alone. "So what are you on a hunt for this time, Marco?" she asked, looking at Marco earnestly.
The Park - [ coffeeshop-jean ]
Jean went silent, mulling over what Hanji had said. What she was saying sounded reasonable, and it helped him sort out a few puzzle pieces. “I guess,” he admitted. Marco usually didn’t do things without meaning to. The older woman’s words were beginning to give him hope. Maybe this could all work out. As long as he didn’t do anything stupid, they could make this work- maybe even make their relationship permanent..
A horrible, wretched thought sneaked out from the corners of his mind as he thought it over, making him run a hand through his hair as if trying to expel it from his head.
"You don’t think I’ll fuck it up somehow, do you?" He ran a tongue over his suddenly-dry lips, drumming his fingers against his leg. "Gah, I’m sure of it. I’m gonna fuck it up." And then, remembering Hanji’s comment about his ‘inferiority complex’, he added lightly, "and don’t you dare start shaking me like a maniac."
"I'm considering it. Believe me," she laughed, looking at him with a mock-menacing glare. How had Jean managed to grow up to be so different that what she'd imagined him to be, and still the same as he always was?
"How can you fuck anything up?" she sighed, looking at him with a half-cocked smile on her lips. "You've been friends for how long? Actually, that doesn't even matter. The point is you guys are close. You don't get close for no reason. Saying he's your best friend ... that means you guys get each other in a way no one else does. So if there's anyone who's going to understand your utter and incomparable weirdness, it's him."
She reached over to put a reassuring hand on his. "So just go with the flow. Ride it out. See where it takes you. And don't worry or sweat about all that other stuff unless there's an actual problem. And just ... talk. That's important. Just say everything that's on your mind. So you won't regret it later."
Hanji cupped her face in her own hand. "God, I talk a lot don't I?" she laughed.
Mentoring || Logos and Pathos Closed RP
"Sorry," he murmured, see her confusion at first. He hadn’t meant to toss all his questions out at once.
"That’s really amazing," he smiled. He liked hearing about someone else who seemed to like books just as much as he did. He usually felt alone with how much he loved reading, but Ms. Hanji always made him feel a bit better. "I really love reading too," he admitted. "I think majoring in Literature would be…amazing," he sighed, looking extremely excited.
"I’m not sure where I’m planning on going," he admitted. "I think…I think it would be hard to leave Mikasa and Eren," he said. "I don’t know if they want to go to Sina and it’s really hard to get in there anyway, so who knows if I would," he said. "Everyone says it’s the best, but is it really?" he asked.
Hanji's mouth curled into an irrepressible half-smile. One look at the kid and she knew his type. It was a given. There was something about him that reminded her of herself back in high school: the gawkish, painful awkwardness, the nervousness, the nagging self-doubt that showed on his face ...
"Literature is more than just reading," she elucidated with a sigh. "If you're planning to major in it, you'll be reading more book and essays than you can wrap your head around. Then there's the papers. Papers upon papers upon papers. Then there's understanding criticism in order to write the stupid ontological papers that you don't even believe in, you just write them because it's for a grade. You might end up hating it. I almost did."
"Don't reach for Sina because you think you have to," she warned. "Pick a place that you think will best suit your needs. Sina's great but ... it's all work and no play. I wouldn't have been able to handle that as an undergrad. Maria was perfect for me then: I was surrounded by friends, I had so much fun ... but when I decided to get my career going, Sina was where I knew I had to go. If you don't think you can leave your friends, if experience is more important than anything else, by all means, choose a school that'll let you do that."
I just… well, Levi lettin’ his guard down around Irvin was a cute thought :_D (click to enlarge dA link)
this is eruri.
erwin stares at levi all the time.
don’t tell me that doesn’t happen.
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"I was the last one to speak to Ivan. He made me promise to give you this."
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punching things so hard you destroy your hands and have to wait for them to grow back is the opposite of useful, eren
ps i hate all my life choices that led to this stupid show fuck you attack on titan
Postmeridian Studies - [ ilcolossale ]
It’d be a few moments before someone would answer the door, Bertholdt having to make it down to the first floor of the rather large house from his room - he was all alone since both of his parents were busy at work. He had at least been warned by his mother that she had hired a new tutor for him after hearing about his most recent problems in school. All she thought he needed was a little help - maybe some Sunday schooling with a tutor.
The giant of a boy answered the door, a bit surprised at the type of person his mother hired for tutoring. She looked nice of course, but she seemed a little…off to be his mother’s tastes. He expected an older male, maybe, after all the only evidence he had was ‘post-graduate student.’ Though the fact she was a young woman didn’t bother him, it just surprised him.
"Uhm…hello. Are you the tutor my mother hired?"
Hanji's eyes widened at the sight of the herculean boy. Catching herself, she broke into a wide, friendly smile, extending her hand in greeting. "Hi, yes, I'm Hanji!" she said brightly. "You must be ... Bertholdt? Sorry, am I saying that right? I hate getting names wrong, I feel like such a jerk. Is there, like, some sort of nickname you go by?"
Hanji heard herself babble on and desperately wanted to kick herself. She wasn't the best at meeting people, always seeming to stick her foot in her mouth in the most spectacular of ways. She felt especially ridiculous at present since, as a tutor, she felt there was some expectation of intelligence, and here she was sounding like a feckless twit.
"Can I ... come in?" she asked, gawkily.
my talents include pissing everyone off as soon as i open my mouth
Postmeridian Studies - [ ilcolossale ]
Hanji power-walked down the street towards her next tutoring appointment, grateful that she'd worn her more comfortable loafers as she felt her feet slam into the pavement. She silently cursed the weekend public transportation that always left her running behind schedule and wondered angrily if she should finally cave and get a car ...
She checked the address scrawled in in the palm of her hand, irrevocably smudged and faded from sweat and general wear. Squinting half in disbelief at the grandiose house in front of her, she double-checked her hand to make sure she had the right place. She did.
Suddenly overcome with a sense of inadequacy in the shadow of the glaringly resplendent domicile, she paused a moment to rake her fingers through her hair in an effort to tame it, and smoothed her shirt, tugging it in place. Coughing, she braced herself and knocked on the heavy door.
Didactic Nostalgia - [ deanofmaria ]
An insouciant breeze blew, threatening to compromise the hem of Hanji's skirt. Caught in its wake, a flurry of leaves and fallen flower petals blew past her in a balletic display, but it barely registered with her. Lost in circuitous ruminations on ruination, Hanji clutched her books to her chest and ambled on her way towards the bus stop on the southwest corner of campus.
Working at Maria High was always awkwardly nostalgic. Every time she traversed the college campus as she walked to work, she was forced remember with melancholic sentimentally the halcyon days of when things were gloriously uncomplicated. At least, less complicated.
Her increasingly disconsolate thoughts were thankfully uninterrupted by a familiar sight. Down the path near by science building, she saw the tall form of Dean Smith strolling contemplatively in her direction. She paused and, without thinking, strode over to him.
"Dean Smith," she greeted him, an awkwardly foolish smile playing on her lips as she pushed her errant fringe behind her ears. "I don't know if you remember me, but I used to work in your office for my Work Study. Hanji."
She gave a little wave, immediately regretting the ridiculously girlish gesture. The last thing she wanted to look like to him was some idiotic fangirl. Too late, she mused.