Happy Birthday to the gorgeous Robert Smith ♡ I could write a novel about how much Robert and The Cure mean to me so I’ll just make this short. I cannot thank him enough. Sometimes their music is the only place I can go and feel okay and I don’t know what I’d do without that!
I love him very much and I wouldn’t be who I am today without him.
Steven Patrick Morrissey - May 22, 1959 (Davyhulme, Urmston, UK)
“Nothing is important, so people, realising that, should get on with their lives, go mad, take their clothes off, jump in the canal, jump into one of those supermarket trolleys, race around the supermarket and steal Mars bars and kiss kittens.”
“Good evening, Eren. Thank you for coming to see me so late.” Erwin says. He’s sitting at his desk with Levi standing closely behind him.
Eren salutes, clicking his heels together. “Of course, Commander. What can I do for you?”
“Captain Levi and I have something we would like to ask you.” Erwin says, and Levi sways over, placing a hand on Erwin’s shoulder.
“What does this look like to you, brat?” Levi says, making direct eye contact with the titan boy, his fist jerking against Erwin’s face as Erwin presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek with each thrust.
Eren’s cheeks flush a pink so bright that he looks like he’s made contact with the surface of the sun. “Uh… U-uh, sir…”
“It’s my cock.” Levi says flatly, still jerking.
“C-can I go, Commander?”
Erwin can’t keep a straight face anymore, starts laughing as he rests his head in his hand. “Yes, Eren. Dismissed.”
Eren practically runs out of the office and slams the door behind him. “Do you think he got it?” Levi says.
Erwin laughs again. “I don’t know.”
“I think I might have gotten confused too. You’ll need to show me again.” Levi says, running his nose along Erwin’s neck.
Erwin smiles into dark hair and growls, “On the desk, Captain.”