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Tales From The Ackerman Estate

Chapter 34: Knowledge

For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief — Ecclesiastes 1:18

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Notes: I'm super stressed and I have a flu, but anyway enjoy the chapter!

3 MORE CHAPTERS TO GO!

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Synopsis: A young governess, Hange Zoe, is hired to teach Mikasa Ackerman, the young cousin and ward of the owner of the great Ackerman Estate in Trost, Levi Ackerman. Their bad impressions of each other alongside the polar opposite of their personalities shall make it impossible for mutual affection, and yet they inevitably find themselves to be dangerousl intertwined with each other. [Levihan Victorian Era AU]

Levi & Hange 💚💜

I love them in their vest when they visit Kiyomi's house!

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

You learn something new every day, huh.

I know I've said it before but every rewatch I do cements this thought further - elijah wood's performance in LOTR is absolutely insane, they really had a character whose name means "wise by experience", hired an 18-year-old to do it, and he delivered so much that not only is it a beautiful and moving role on its own, it's a performance equal to those of the absolute powerhouses he played side by side with like ian holm and ian mckellen. to name just a few

Surprise

Creativity is a muscle - something inherently exercise-able. That’s what I’ve been taught, anyway.

Sometimes I worry that my imagination has rusted away, atrophied, disintegrated. But then I have the most interesting dream, and it tells me not to worry.

All is not lost.

My everyday life demands more and more of my attention these days. My window of opportunity for living in daydream ether becomes smaller and smaller by the week, it seems. A part of my brain is panicking, saying I don’t have enough time - I feel like that’s part lie.

But complacency has its damage. Its toll.

And it’s hard not to listen to that part-alarm, part-siren in my head, when for so long all I wanted to do was create.

I’d be a fool to ignore it, even if it’s just an anxious attempt to keep that part of me alive and well.

Because I do care about the little lost artist. She is me, after all.

humanity's baddest bitch

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