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Hanji would be like this, and Levi would be pretending he's grumpy!

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"As long as we're both handcuffed, you and I share the same fate. If I die, so will you."

i spent way too much time on this lmao😭😭😭

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Humanity’s Strongest Soldier

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Will to Power

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Write fanfiction guiltlessly. Do it not only because it’s good practice, not only because you don’t feel like putting your energy into original stuff, but because you do feel like putting your energy into fandom. Write fanfics of epic proportions or tiny one-shots; write fluff or angst or cliches or tropes; publish the roughest version or keep the twelfth draft for only yourself. Do it without feeling bad. You owe no one anything; the act of creation is a gift in and of itself, and it doesn’t matter if you’re creating fanfic or original stories or whatever else you want. All that matters is you enjoy it, because why else would you do it at the end of the day?

Write fanfiction guiltlessly.

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We need to talk about how beautiful Levi's eye is in this shot

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"Bet you wish you were dead right now. Not that I sympathize—you toyed with the lives of my comrades. Tell me: was whimpering while covered in shit part of your master plan?"

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lmaoo pls

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You call Levi "sweetheart" in front of all your friends and he's never getting over it.

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levi “my friends think i like to fight, but it's just not true. sometimes i lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but i’ve never enjoyed it. i’m not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite” ackerman

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I will gladly cook, clean, and worship Levi. I will be on my knees and love him with all my heart

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levi swore the stars shined brighter when you were around. he said that as if he was actually watching the stars, when his eyes were far from the night sky, wholly entranced by the way the moonlight illuminated your hair, your skin, your eyes. he’d started calling you ‘starlight’ after the last time you’d dragged him out to watch a meteor shower over the roof of hq, always telling you that it was nothing more than one of those cute nicknames you’d been secretly begging him to use with you. only he knew that the name came from the sheer radiance that sat just beside him. the light you brought not just to his life, but to all of the survey corps. he’d never tell you any of this, too afraid the words wouldn’t come the moment he opened his mouth, but as his fingers ever so slightly reached for yours, he knew he didn’t have to say a word, but he tried…

“i love you, starlight.”