“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”—Wishful thinking (via live-to-listen)
Rated T Pairing: Levihan Summary: Hanji sees a tango performance and becomes smitten with a short, mean-looking dance instructor. Archive Link Chapter Navigation:  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
Comforting people was one of many things that Levi wasn’t good at, but his attempt to help Hanji feel better must have helped a little, for she was now snoring quietly with her head on his shoulder. He let her sleep, and thought about what she confided to him. He got the feeling that Nanaba, who came across as being a good friend of Hanji’s, didn’t know what he’d been told.
WHY DOES NO ONE UPDATE THEIR FANFICTION. I'M ABOUT TO WRITE MY OWN FUCKING FANFICTION BECAUSE NOBODY UPDATES. *cries silently*
I am probably the wrong person to ask this, anon, because I don’t have much sympathy for this type of complaint.
I’m going to gently (but not too gently) correct the mistaken assumption you have that authors owe you fanfiction in what you perceive to be a timely manner.
Let me tell you, as a fanfiction author, that I wish I could give you all a new one-shot every other day and a multi-chap update every week.
I know many others who wish the same, but can’t.
Because, you know, we have lives.
Real lives. Like in the real world. With real commitments - school to graduate, jobs to go to, both of which we need our sleep for. We have families and boyfriends who demand (and deserve) our time and attention. We have sports teams we may be committed to, projects we’re involved in, or organizations we ally our time and resources with.
And sometimes, an author may have a free day and just wants to sleep in.
Because fanfiction writing is a hobby.
A cathartic and fun one, yes, but a hobby just the same.
And as such, that hobby, therapeutic and fun though it may be, doesn’t get first priority. Or second. Or third. Or sometimes fourth.
I’ve known one author who basically left the fandom because of the pressure to update quickly and how aggravating that sense of entitlement, I know another who almost left, but didn’t, aun I see asks for the big fandom authors (Jules and BC) weekly asking when will you update? next chapter? how far along are you? spoilers?
For the most part, authors are all super gracious and kind. Because no fanfiction author is hoarding a completed chapter and deliberately withholding it to be mean. Readers are awesome and bringing happiness to someone else’s day-that’s the best compliment, right?
But to get an anon asking where in the hell the update is….that doesn’t help at all. It actually sucks the joy out of writing. And when there’s no joy, it usually—well, it usually sucks.
I’m not telling you how to feel about the subject, but really?
Please, do go write a fanfic. Come up with a plot or a concept, write a rough draft to flesh it out, edit it, maybe rewrite it, find a beta and send it to them, get it back, look at their suggested changes versus your suggested changes, edit it again, send it back to the beta again, maybe scratch entire scene or plotline, make sure your characters are in character and saying and doing the things they ought to be doing in a way that makes sense and is also compelling to read. Do all that, and post them and maybe get no reviews, or bad reviews. And do it again anyway, because you enjoy doing it.
But you will very quickly see how long it takes—how involved the process can get—because most of the people I know want to want to post work they are proud of, work that takes effort, and can’t (and shouldn’t) be whipped up overnight.
In terms of word count-a hundred thousand words-which is what most multi-chapter fics are-those take real time authors, who do it for a living as their primary income, months and years to complete. And that’s with a fleshed out concept, dedicated time to complete it, and an editor to help the process along.
Your favorite author may be stressing about finals, or working on the third draft of a chapter that just isn’t coming together right, or god forbid, having a relaxing day in the sun.
Like that’s her choice and she will post it when she can and she probably wants it posted, too.
So patience, dear. Have some patience. And go write a oneshot.
I had to get this out of my system. Essentially, I love beanies and I love seeing people/characters wear them. So why not combine my love of beanies and my love of levihan? And coffee. I love coffee. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Forgive me for the title, it is 2AM, I am ready to crash.
The script was simple and straightforward; apologize for last night’s behavior and establish that overindulgence in alcohol wasn’t normal. Hanji took another deep breath and tapped her cellphone’s screen. Yup, two minutes had passed since the last time she checked it. She gently lifted her cup of coffee and sniffed the aroma. Dark roast: strongest brew they had available.
She gazed out the bay window of the cafe, the sunrise finally out of the confines of the cityscape. Traffic was calm for once and everyone walked outside with thermoses of coffee in their hands. Hanji admired the autumn season; all the golden hues reflecting off of red and brown. A sharp throb rippled across Hanji’s brain, reminding her that last night’s fiasco wasn’t obliterated by the sunlight. Hanji set down the cup and began to massage her temples. The white, knit beanie started sliding off Hanji’s head and she stopped.
Today, she wore her hair down, which made her slightly self conscious. The beanie was a weird way of protecting herself from observing eyes and personally she loved how beanies looked on her. Another jab behind her eyeballs kept her focused on the nerve wracking task at hand. She gulped down some coffee and resumed her people watching. All she had to do was look him in the eye and apologize—
Hanji’s diaphragm seized up when she saw him crossing the street. Her eyesight was the worst, but there was something about Levi that she just knew it was him, no matter the distance. He lightly jogged across the street, his head lowered in self-reflection. It was early, even for Levi, but Hanji knew he would show up somewhere if needed. Hanji smiled as he neared the cafe, unaware she was sitting near the front.
1) What is your favorite snack? Nachos. I load them up with fresh tomatoes, beans, sour cream, and a ton of cheese. Sometimes I get heartburn, but most times it’s awesome.
2) Guilty Pleasure? Shojo manga or anything Romance where the plot is borderline cliche. Bad movies too.
3) Favorite genre of books, movies, or music? Books: Fantasy/SciFi. Movies: SciFi Music: NuDisco
4) Favorite physical trait? I don’t make kids cry…often. Okay, I guess my eyes (omg i sounded like kanji tatsumi)? I like their shape and I like how intimidating I can be with them.
5) Weird talent? I can listen to a voice actor’s breathing and slight speaking habits and name them.
6) Weird nickname? My bestie and her family call me Poof sometimes. It’s from way back, early in my friendship with her. She called me Poof and it just stuck.
7) If you could cook anything, what would it be? Pulled Pork.
8) if you could travel anywhere in the world, can be more than one place, where would you go? England, Japan, Canada, and Germany.
9) What do you look at first when you look at someone? Depends on how close they are to me. From far away, I look at their legs. If they’re a couple feet away, the forearms/shoulders/chest. If they’re in front of me, engaging in conversation, I look at their chin, neck, and eyes. I’m observant like that.
10) What do you believe you are best at? Writing. (Actually, I don’t think i’m good at anything, but i’ll just quiet that negativity for this.)
11) Instant Pick-Me-UP? “Nicey Nicey” by Pogo, MST3K, anything Batman, Parks and Recreation or The Office, any energetic music. Awesome fanart/fanfics. Talking to my bestie.
(I won’t tag anyone, but if anybody wants me to write down some questions, I can.)
Is what I’m screaming at myself at the moment. Should have just done a simple, one-shot levihan fic, but nooooope! I’m having fun. Should write another pointless Erwin fic to add lubricate to the machine. Heh.