This is a baby bison.
Judith with the Head of Holofernes (ca.1633-37, detail) Francesco Cairo
Someone little always hates someone big. And unless you don’t eat, sleep, or piss, you’re never far from someone little.
I came to Ferelden and the Chantry because I was being hunted, in Orlais. I walked where the Maker led me and… He has rewarded me for my faith. I found you.
My little grumpy baby =з=
Fenris, while watching Hawke do something stupid for the umpteenth time]: … fasta vass, I love this idiotic human.
Breaking Point - a RivaMika fic
Title: Breaking Point
Pairing: Levi/Mikasa
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2823
Content Notices: explicit sexual content; sexual power exchange; fem!dom; male!sub; technically underage; spoilers
Summary: Mikasa has the bad habit of following distressed people about. Spoilers up to chapter 84.
A/N: *throws the fic at the tags* Blame for this can be laid either at amayaokami’s anon who wanted a dom!Mikasa with sub!Levi or at Isayama for building the tension in their relationship to a… dun-dun-dun… breaking point :D If anyone needs me, I’ll be chilling out in my trashcan.
I’m reposting this because it wasn’t showing up in the tags at all.~~~~~~~~
Hange tells everyone to take a break for a couple of hours. The Titans have left, the gate is still blocked and they can’t start back until the night falls. It’s still early enough in the day that they should be able to check out the Yeager’s basement later on, too, before they attempt the trek back to Wall Rose.
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Anonymous whispered:
“Is that my shirt?” with rivamika ;)
“Is that my shirt?”
Mikasa looked up from the ledger she was checking. Levi was leaning against the door of their office, frowning thoughtfully as he looked her over.
“What gave it away?” she asked and stood up, stretching up to work out the kinks in her back. “The wider collar? Or the short sleeves?” She wiggled her right arm to demonstrate how the cuff barely reached her wrist.
“It’s too tight across your chest.”
Mikasa crossed her arms, effectively drawing even more of his attention to that particular area.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, it is.”
“And I suppose you’re an expert when it comes to how my clothes fit me?”
“I know a thing or two,” Levi said. Mikasa closed the ledger and slowly walked over to him. He didn’t move from his position at all, except to tilt his head up when she leaned down to kiss him. She felt him smile against her lips. She smiled, too, before whispering.
“Nathan threw up on me earlier and your shirt was the closest thing at hand. Have fun doing laundry while I finish here.”
With that, she pushed him out and closed the door firmly. They could always return to their discussion about clothes later on. For now, they had other things to do.