〚 𝒀𝑼𝑼 𝑲𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑨 - 𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑩 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃 〛

I was thinking about this and looked at all the confirmed one sided ships... is it a coincidence only?

For Levihan... It happens so much... not saying this confirms anything yet for them but I find it almost too much?

There exists so many more arts even from Isayama himself where this happened. I only picked out a few Levihan cases from many many more that exists...

To add since I just found it.... the lesbian Ymir does it too...

when you need me the most, i’ll be there. i promise. like superman? exactly.

I saw a post about not being able to choose between Ethan, Bryce, and Rafael. I went to get a picture and lost the post so I’ll just put it here.

* Look at that gorgeous hair - you can spend hours running your fingers through it

* That smile! I mean, if I were walking in the Emergency Department and someone smiled at me like that, I’d turn beet red and run into the wall

* He’s really muscular under that shirt (I haven’t seen it but I know it)

* Hello there, Superman (ran into a burning building and he’s not a firefighter!)

* A family man - talks fondly of his family (his uncle inspired him - the uncle that organized food drives and gave to the less fortunate)

* Looks good in a teal bomber jacket

* Oh! He flies a helicopter!!

* Community dude - everyone knows him and likes him!

* His idea of a first date is to take you to an area of town where you can eat any type of cuisine you want. A path to my heart is through my stomach so yeah, excellent date

So that’s my case for Rafael. No one asked. I still delivered.

Ethan is sick of Denise’s pranks

(Cont. from Compliation of Denise’s Snapchats)

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bright // prince hamid

Choices: Desire & Decorum - Prince Hamid x MC!Reader, fluff

Prompt: Storm, @choicesseptemberchallenge20​

Summary: “We should probably get out of the rain,” you suggested, your words having no weight to them. / “Or we could dance in it.”

London had the inexplicable ability to be beautiful all year round. No matter the season or the weather, there was something about the city that was indescribable in its beauty, almost calling you to spend your time amongst the crowding people and scattered shops.

You had asked Briar, once, what she thought had intrigued you about London. This city was certainly nothing like what you were used to; Grovershire had been much smaller and, yet, not as full as this bright city that surrounded you. Briar had looked at you with a mischievous grin, then, and said, “I don’t think it’s so much the place as it is the people in London.”

You knew where she was headed with her statement, but you indulged her anyway. “Whatever do you mean?”

“That Prince Hamid lives here, does he not?”

You had swatted her playfully on the arm, and the two of you had laughed together, teasing each other until your faces grew warm with happiness.

But for all of Briar’s cheek, she hadn’t been wrong.

Prince Hamid had a way of lighting up the world - even the most lengthy ball or drab discussion could become something of an adventure when he walked your way. Hamid saw the world with such bright colors and when you were with him, you couldn’t imagine the world ever being that dull, again. He brought life to your existence, sneaking poetry into your hands before leaving, whispering lowly in your ear when you danced. His words had color and his writing had a voice. He made living beautiful at every turn. You had told him so, once, on a night when the two of you sat close to one another, looking through the glass at the ballroom you had just left for the night air. 

“It’s more beautiful, looking at it from the outside.” You saw in a comfortable quiet as you watched the couples dance, the dresses of each lady billowing into a perfect circle, their curls bouncing on their shoulders. The warm light turned their cheeks flushed, and from behind the glass, the colors were more vibrant, somehow. “When I’m with you”—you turned to look at Hamid, finding his eyes already trained on you—“everything is more beautiful.”

“I find that all of the world’s beauty exists when we are together.” Your cheeks filled with warmth and he took his hand in yours, smoothing the delicate skin he found. “And when we are apart, I’m searching for you so that I might see that beauty once more.”

You had thought to kiss him, that night, and had you not been interrupted, you just might have.

Now you were walking through London, again, and perhaps it was a little improper to not have a gentleman at your side, but you were searching for him at every turn, your eyes seeking him out even though you had no reason to find him. The sky was a cloudy grey, the promise of a storm coming, but still, you found yourself lingering in the streets, walking to nowhere in particular, thinking of something else other than the skies above.

It was outside of the Opera St. James that you saw him, your world already brightening from such a distance. You called out to him and you watched his entire self perk up at the sound, his head following the wind until he found you. He greeted you warmly, taking your hands in his and kissing every knuckle, sending a pleasurable warmth through your body.

“May I ask what you are doing in front of the opera house?”

“You could ask anything of me.” You raised your eyebrows in jest and he smiled. “But I was simply going for a walk to clear my mind.”

“Then we had the same intentions.”

His eyes were soft, and you could see the coming storm reflected in them - dark clouds rolling in, light rain starting to patter on the cobblestoned street, a flash of lighting when he smiled at you, a glint of teeth as his lips pulled wide. The mirth radiating from him was a stark contrast from the world around you, but far more filling than any other stimuli you had come across. You couldn’t help the lopsided smile that tugged on your cheeks, slow but undeniable.

A drop of rain fell on Hamid’s cheek and you softly brushed it away, feeling more rain fall into your hair. You let your hand linger on his warm skin, for a moment, and his hand reached up to close over yours.

“We should probably get out of the rain,” you suggested, your words having no weight to them.

“Or we could dance in it.” There was that smile again, mischievous and infectious.

“That wouldn’t be very proper of us.” But you had already made up your mind and had started to sway.

Prince Hamid put his free hand on your waist and leaned close, his breath fanning across your neck, the sensation more acute than the cold rain on your skin. “But it would be very fun.”

You laughed, your head tilting back until you could see the heavens that poured down, and the storm wasn’t dull at all, but something bright.

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