Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
Eren is extremely warm blooded and never gets cold, whereas Levi is a human ice block at all times and bundles up constantly. Since dating Eren, however, he keeps ‘losing’ his gloves, which means Eren must constantly hold his hands to keep them warm.
“Goddamn it.”
Eren looked up curiously from fixing his green scarf around his neck to catch Levi scowling at the sky and grinned. “Did you forget your gloves again?”
For some reason, every time the two men wanted to go out for brunch or coffee together (like they are today), Levi never failed at forgetting his mittens. Even if Eren went out of his way to remind him before their journey out the door.
Levi hummed in reply and lazily patted the sides of his trench coat before digging in them for any sign of his gloves. When nothing came out, he groaned in frustration.
Eren chuckled. “You know, with the amount of times you’ve forgotten your gloves by now, I’m starting to think you’re just wanting to have an excuse to hold my hand.”
Levi rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands into his coat, his huff of annoyance forming a white cloud of hot air to dissipate in the cold atmosphere. “Don’t get cocky, brat.” He muttered as he started making his way down the sidewalk to the coffee shop. Leaving Eren behind. “I’m just getting old.”
Eren snorted and watched Levi with a fond smile before moving away from the iron gate of their townhouse to jog up to his small form. “Hey, Levi. Wait.” He called out as his once warm, rosy cheeks turned numb from the chilly air working against him. Even if Levi’s back was towards him, Eren could still visibly feel his boyfriend’s overly dramatic eye roll before he even turned around.
“What do you want, Eren?” He asked, his perfectly groomed eyebrow arched in question. “We need to hurry if we want to make it to Hanji’s for lunch after coffee.”
“Oh quit the lies, Levi. You’re never in a rush to see Hanji unless there’s an emergency and you know it.” Eren reprimanded as he ignored the pointed look from his lover and reached forward to take a hold of Levi’s bicep, letting his fingers follow the length of his arm before dragging the tips of his fingers against the smooth curve of Levi’s wrist. “Can I?”
“No.” Levi wasn’t going to let himself give in that easily. He had a representation to hold for godsake.
“Please?”
“No.”
What a dramatic old fuck. Eren thought as his eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. “Come on, babe. Don’t be such a scrooge. I even asked nicely this time!” He pleaded, trying not to sound as impatient as he was but still failing to do so anyways.
It always ended up like this when it came to Levi and his outlandish ways of getting Eren to beg for him. Whether it was out in public or in the privacy of their own home, he always enjoyed embarrassing the fuck out of the boy. No matter what.
“Nope.”
Eren huffed. “Give me your fucking hand, Levi.” He demanded one last time before quickly attaching a “pretty please” at the end with his signature pouty face and puppy eyes. It was his famous “get-levi-to-do-whatever-the-fuck-I-want-and-more move. It hardly ever failed besides the time he clogged the toilet and asked for Levi to help him clean it up and immediately got shut down.
You could say that it was a shitty turn of events.
Levi snorted and looked up into Eren’s earthy iridescent eyes with a smirk. “You’re such a demanding fucking shit.” He teased before surrendering and slowly pulling his left hand out of his pocket to entwine his cold fingers with Eren’s much warmer ones.
Although they’ve been dating each other for nearly a year and a half now, Levi still couldn’t get used to the wonderful feeling of Eren’s bare skin overlapping his. It may or may not play a major role in why he’s always “misplacing” his gloves on a week to week basis.
Eren beamed down at him before bringing their joined hands to his lips and softly pressing a tender kiss to the back of Levi’s hand. The small gesture was enough to paint Levi’s cheeks and nose a nice shade of pink as he grumbled out a string of curses about bright eyes and stupid brats. Eren laughed and squeezed his hand. “See? It wasn’t so hard, now was it, old man?”
“Shut the fuck up.” Levi threatened once they started walking towards the coffee shop again.
I love kids they’re all like.. “when i grow up i’m gonna be an astronaut and a chef and a doctor and an olympic swimmer” like that self confidence! That drive! That optimism! Where does it go
It gets destroyed by adults not believing in you and telling you to pick a realistic career. And by society creating all these obstacles to the point that you’re too tired to try.
But they’re not really unrealistic, SOMEBODY is going to be an olympic swimmer and it might as well be you.
Actually I want to talk about this a little more than I did, because olympic swimming is incredible and works perfectly to talk about attaining goals.
I used to be a varsity swimmer, and I was damn good, but I was forced into it by my parents and completely lost my love for it and therein my drive. But in high school I was swimming against such talented swimmers like Olympic Swimmer Missy Franklin. I’ve met her, and the main difference between her and me was that I was strong but had no passion, but she was strong BECAUSE she had passion.
And I could have been good, really good, maybe even Olympic good. I even have the predisposition for it, been swimming since I was 2 years old, have a mom who was almost an olympic swimmer. Missy didn’t have either of those things, she just wanted it, loved it, had been doing it for a long time, and decided she was going to kick ass at it.
Right, that’s great and all, but I completely missed my opportunity to be an olympic swimmer, yeah? and can never achieve those dreams I had as a kid? No, not even though. There was this whole thought that female athletes peak when they’re 17 years old and lose their skills quickly after that, and male athletes peak around 19. But then Olympic Swimmer Dara Torres shows up. She was an olympic swimmer when she was 17, 21 and 25. Pretty normal age for retirement. She had a few kids. She kicked butt at being a mom.
And then at 33 years old she decides she’s bored or something gets back in shape and kicks so much ass at the trials that she lands herself on the Olympic Team ONCE AGAIN. And then 8 years later, she decides, heck I’m 41 now, no one has ever made the olympic swim team as old as I am, I want to get in shape yet again and teach these children how sports work.
And she still has the record for oldest US Olympic Swimmer, not even any men have beat out that record.
So basically what I’m saying is you could be an olympic swimmer, you really could be. And there are obviously a lot of things stopping you and trying to get in your way: your brain, society, too much chocolate cake for example. But if you really dedicate yourself to it and love it with all of your heart you could, you really could.
And lets say olympic swimming isn’t your jam? That’s cool too. There isn’t a single skill in this world that you can’t learn if you absolutely love it and want to. Any skill you want is going to take time. There are countless famous people who started learning a skill after 20, 30, 40, or even 50. Not a single person has even been president under age 35 (most likely because you’re not allowed to be, but there’s a reason for that). Whatever you want to do you’re probably going to be bad at first, and I’m talking really shitty.
Van Gogh got started in his 20′s and was thought to have no artistic talent at first and was forced to sit in the back of classrooms where the worst artists in the class sat. So yeah you’ll probably be bad, like really bad and everyone including you will think you’re bad. If you stick with it though, if you’re willing to work for years and years, if you keep loving it after all the pain it’s given you,
then you might just paint Starry Night.
#looks like there’s still time for me to learn how to draw
… YES. As someone who started drawing at 35 and who always was like: ‘eh, I can’t draw a stick figure to save my life, but I would love to be able to’ this is near and dear to my heart. If you want to draw, start drawing. Keep drawing. Be shit at drawing at first. Keep it up, doodle things on scraps but also draw stuff you don’t think you can draw. Challenge yourself, you will be surprised what you can do. It will be frustrating at times, but it will also be awesome. It is SO much a matter of practice and dedication, not talent.
This applies for writing, too.
Don’t ever think for a second that it doesn’t! Want to start writing? Then write! You will get better the more you write, the more often, and you will improve, all of the time, as long as you dedicate yourself.
The worst lie we tell ourselves is “it’s too late.”
medusa, trying to turn you to stone, but you accidentally called her “melissa” when you first walked in and now you’re too embarrassed to look at her. “it’s alright” she keeps saying “i get it all the time” but you still won’t look. u don’t even remember the stone thing until later
more on writing muslim characters from a hijabi muslim girl
– hijabis get really excited over pretty scarves – they also like to collect pins and brooches – we get asked a lot of questions and it can be annoying or it can be amusing, just depends on our mood and personality and how the question is phrased – common questions include: – “not even water?” (referring to fasting) – hijabis hear a lot of “do you sleep in that?” (we don’t) and “where is your hair?” (in a bun or a braid, usually) – “is it mooze-slim or mozzlem?” (the answer is neither, it’s muslim, with a soft s and accent on the first syllable) – “ee-slam or iz-lamb?” (it’s iss-laam, accent on the first syllable) – “hee-job?” (heh-jahb, accent on the second syllable)
– “kor-an?” (no. quran. say it like koor-annn, accent on the second syllable) – people tend to mess up our names really badly and you just get a sigh and a resigned nod or an awkward smile, maybe a nickname instead – long hair is easy to hide, short hair is harder to wrap up – hijab isn’t just covering hair, it’s also showing as little skin as possible with the exception of face, hands, and feet, and not wearing tight/sheer clothing – that applies to men too, people just don’t like to mention it ( i wonder why) – henna/mehendi isn’t just for special occasions, you’ll see people wearing it for fun – henna/mehendi isn’t just for muslims, either, it’s not a religious thing – henna/mehendi is not just for women, men also wear it, especially on their weddings – there are big mehendi parties in the couple of nights before eid where people (usually just women and kids) gather and do each other’s mehendi, usually just hands and feet – five daily prayers – most muslim kids can stutter through a couple verses of quran in the original arabic text by the age of seven or eight, it does not matter where they live or where they’re from or what language they speak natively – muslim families tend to have multiple copies of the quran – there are no “versions” of the quran, there has only ever been one. all muslims follow the exact same book – muslims have no concept of taking God’s name in vain, we call on God at every little inconvenience – don’t use islamic phrases if you don’t know what they mean or how to use them. we use them often, inside and outside of religious settings. in islam, it is encouraged to mention God often and we say these things very casually, but we take them very seriously – Allahu Akbar means “God is Greatest” (often said when something shocks or surprises us, or if we’re scared or daunted, or when something amazing happens, whether it be good or bad; it’s like saying “oh my god”) – Subhan Allah means “Glory be to God” (i say subhan Allah at the sky, at babies, at trees, whatever strikes me as pleasant, especially if it’s in nature) – Bismillah means “in the name of God” and it’s just something you say before you start something like eating or doing your homework – In Shaa Allah means “if God wills” (example: you’ll be famous, in shaa Allah) (it’s a reminder that the future is in God’s hands, so be humble and be hopeful)
– Astaghfirullah means “i seek forgiveness from Allah” and it’s like “god forgive me” – Alhamdulillah means “all thanks and praise belong to God” and it’s just a little bit more serious than saying “thank god” (example: i passed my exams, alhamdulillah; i made it home okay, alhamdulillah) – when i say we use them casually, i really mean it – teacher forgot to assign homework? Alhamdulillah – our version of “amen” is “ameen” – muslims greet each other with “assalamu alaikum” which just means “peace be on you” and it’s like saying hi – the proper response is “walaikum assalam” which means “and on you be peace” and it’s like saying “you too”
I know it isn’t about autism, but I was enlightened – had many misconceptions. Since I learned from it I is passing it on. (learning is a good thing)
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