were brilliant

anonymous asked:

Well done on the show yesterday, you were brilliant! I'm so glad I could go, and I'm so happy you won the acoustic and the songwriter award, you really deserved them!! I want to apologise for being so awkward when I met you, I was just sort of overwhelmed by the situation and my parents were embarrassing me, and I ended up forgetting everything I was going to say. I will definitely send fan/cavemail, I just wanted to say something asap idk. Again, thank you for an amazing performance ❤️ -Sophie

Thanks for comin sophie it was great to meet u !!! I figured ur parents were being embarrassing lmao it’s chill

anonymous asked:

Not Voyager or DS9 relate but I really hope Discovery is dark and gritty and actually lives up to some potential something we didn't get from Previous Trek shows. If it does I just may give it a chance.

This isn’t DS9 / VOY in specific, but I still want to address this, because I have some passionate feelings about it.

It sounds like you want A Song of Ice and Star Trek, but that would be as incorrect an approach to the series as it would be if HBO made Game of Thrones without the betrayals, blood, pointless cruelty, and injustice. One of the reasons for the tone of that franchise is because George R. R. Martin is trying to knock down the rose-colored view of medieval times in fantasy. Likewise, one of the reasons for the tone of Star Trek is to oppose the relentless pessimism you find in science fiction.

There are a lot of shows and films with a dark, gritty tone about the future. Half the trailers you see in theaters now are for a world taken over by an oppressive regime, or a world in flames because of what we did to it, or a world in flames and under an oppressive regime, in which kindness and morality are as rare as diamonds and fleeting as desert frost. This is not to say that they are bad, just if you want gritty sci-fi, there is no lacking for options. Star Trek sets itself apart from these stories. Instead of assuming that we will continue being the worst of ourselves, Star Trek dares to propose that we can be the best of ourselves–that we can embrace curiosity, compassion, and knowlege, rather than fear and prejudice and greed. It says that the future can be different if we work for it. It speaks to people who are marginalized and shut out and different and says that they have the right to strive and dream. It speaks to people who are not and says “be better.”

The name of the new ship and the new series is Discovery. Does that sound gritty to you? Doesn’t sound like it to me, and I would be severely disappointed if they went along with the general trend and made a grimdark series.

Here are some things about Star Trek if you believe it has failed to live up to “some potential something,” and maybe you will think twice about giving it a chance.

  • When NASA decided they needed to recruit a more diverse corps of astronauts, they turned to the cast of the Original Series. Mae Jemison, the first African-American woman in space, points to Nichelle Nichols’ Uhura as her inspiration. (Jemison later guest-starred in an episode of TNG, and Star Trek has never stopped inspiring the kids who grow up to be astronauts.)
  • Janeway was the first female captain to lead the show, but there was also B'Elanna, the first female chief engineer who was part of the main cast. Both characters were not only intellectually brilliant but often took the lead when it came time to fight dudes who were between them and the Alpha Quadrant.
  • In the height of the Cold War and its paranoia, Star Trek put a Russian character front and center on the bridge, and that’s why you have fans creating beautiful designs for uniforms with hijabs today.
  • Avery Brooks signed onto Deep Space 9 because he wanted to portray a loving, supportive relationship between a black father and son. He even got them to change the ending of the series over it.
  • Patrick Stewart insisted on not flinching away from the brutal, dehumanizing portrayal of torture in “Chain of Command,” and the writers consulted Amnesty International to make it as harsh and realistic as possible.
  • Aron Eisenberg (Nog) got numerous calls from veterans praising his portrayal of PTSD.
  • And then there is this confession. It is far and away the most liked and reblogged confession on the blog.


I would say that is potential realized.

Star Trek doesn’t just inspire, though. Star Trek confronts. From the very beginning it has held up a mirror to society, and through either allegory or visits to “history” – in other words, the present – calls us out. “Let That Be Your Last Battlefield” with the black-and-white cookie people has their leader shocked that anyone could fail to see the ‘obvious’ point that his counterpart is inferior becuase of his coloration (black… on the left side) and pointedly has diverse actors in the foreground and background, something which they had to fight for. The whole of the Bajoran Occupation arc is about the hideous toll of colonialism and facism. Janeway confronts the question of euthanasia with Quinn, Enterprise has an AIDS allegory, Picard deals with demagogues and religious fantaticism and Kirk advocates respect for life even if it is not as we know it. Deep Space 9 warns of a time when we might shut away the homeless in internment camps not from malice but apathy.

Has Star Trek failed to live up to potential? Oh, you bet. There’s no excuse for the fact that it’s taken until 2016 to have an openly gay character. It has sometimes stood tiptoe on the line of something important and then drawn back. It’s tried to be a future without sexism but also wouldn’t let Mariana Sirtis and Gates McFadden use swords in the Robin Hood episode even though they’re the only ones who actually knew stage fencing. The “cultural expert” on Chakotay turned out to be a white guy who got all his information from Hollywood westerns, a real-life version of the “Apache Tracker” from Night Vale. The times when it does not love up, in other words, is when its bright future is hampered by present-day prejudice… not when it declines to be “gritty.”

Now it’s true that alongside this you have Janeway turning into a lizard and “NO MORE BLAH-BLAHS” and Miles O'Brien versus the shaving cream monster. And quite frankly, those are also an essential part of Star Trek, and I’m pretty sure there are episodes of everyone’s favorite dark and gritty franchises which are relentlessly dumb.

But if you think the point of Star Trek is just the visuals, just the space travel, just the fun of watching Shakespearian actors fling themselves over their leather seats as the camera shakes… you have missed the point of it. It has never been about just what’s on the screen.

10

Stiles and Derek have been friends forever (as well as being secretly in love with each other). All of their friends are hoping they can finally get together in time for prom and are willing to push as hard as they need to in order to make it happen. (It takes an equal amount of kind pushing from their friends to get Derek to propose five years later, but Stiles and Derek could never find it in themselves to be angry since it worked out perfectly for them).

Sterek Campaign Graphics Battle Round #6 (x)
maybehonestly vs dereksqueen
Gifset: AU

anonymous asked:

19 msr please thanks!

The prompt was “cuddling while someone is sick”. Technically, I already did that here. But that’s the most depressing thing I’ve ever written (character death). So here is something a bit more fluffy.

When Skinner informs Mulder that Scully has called in sick, he fears the worst. He makes it through the meeting without hearing the words. Every once in a while he feels Skinner’s eyes on him as if trying to make him pay attention that way. His mind, though, is with Scully.

His first thought, inevitably, is that her cancer is back. She wouldn’t tell him, of course, thinking it was her fight and hers alone. Not to worry, Mulder, I’m fine. I’m just dying, but it’s fine. The pencil in his hand breaks, cracking loudly, drawing attention. Scully made him take pencils to meetings because she couldn’t stand his constant pen clicking when he was bored. And he was always bored. There’s no Scully today, there’s no pen and now there’s no pencil either. Nothing to distract him except the dull voice of an even duller agent about a topic he doesn’t care about. He glances at Skinner, who seems to understand his fidgeting, or maybe has given up on him altogether, and he gives a quick, curd nod and Mulder, as quietly as he can muster, gets up and leaves the room. He doesn’t know if the meeting is over or not. He doesn’t care either way.

There is no way he is going to work without his partner.

He tries calling on his way over. Scully has told him plenty of times not to use his phone while driving. Do you know the statistics of accidents caused by cellphone use, Mulder? He can hear her voice as clear as the music on the radio and he wonders if she knows the statistics of cancerous masses returning, too. She doesn’t answer her phone, another clear sign that something is very, very wrong. Mulder considers using his key right away, but decides against it. Unable to stand still, he knocks loudly. Nothing happens for a long time; two minutes at least. His hand dives into his pocket, searching for his keys, when the door finally opens.

“Scully.” His voice is a mere sound of relief. His first instinct is to take her into his arms, hold her tight, and not let go. Ever, probably.

“Mulder, what are you doing here?” Her own voice sounds raw, sleepy. Everything about her screams exhaustion. From her pale and waxy face to the robe hanging off her carelessly. She’s wearing pajamas underneath, at least.

“You called in sick,” he tells her, feeling out of breath with all the questions lingering on his mind, “I wanted to check up on you. Why did you call Skinner and not me?” She chews on her dry bottom lip, her gaze averted.

“Scully, please, if it’s-” He trails off when her eyes open wide in surprise and she bolts towards the bathroom. Mulder hears the door slam shut and he startles. He enters, uninvited, and follows her and the noises. His own stomach constricts when he hears her be sick behind the bathroom door. Before he enters, he takes a deep breath. He’s been there for her once, he can do it again.

Scully sits on the floor, hugging the toilet. Her head, too heavy for her the rest of her, leans against the bowl. She’s breathing deeply, but she’s not asleep. Mulder wonders if she’s gotten any sleep lately. She was fine yesterday, he reminds himself. At least she seemed fine. He joins her on the cold floor and she startles slightly when he puts his hand on her back.

“Oh Scully,” he whispers, “Have you been to a doctor?”

“It’s the flu, Mulder.” She tells him, her voice weak. Her body shifts and now instead of leaning against the toilet, she is leaning against him. She feels light there and he puts his arm around her, fearing that if he doesn’t hold her up, she might crumble to the ground. She’s the strongest person he has ever known, but right now her body seems to be working against her. He’d give her anything, no questions asked, and so he holds her up with all his might.

“Scully, please, what if-”

“No, Mulder,” Scully turns her head, her blue eyes filled with unshed tears, “It’s the flu.”

“How can you know that? They have to do tests and-” Once again, Mulder doesn’t get to finish his piece, because Scully twirls around quickly and empties her stomach again and again. He puts one hand on her back, hoping to comfort her, and the other on her head to keep her hair away.

“Shhh, it’s all right,” he promises her as she heaves; he doubts he can hear her, but he needs to say these words, even if only to himself, “We’ll get through this.”

“Help me up?” Scully asks him a moment later and he lifts her easily. He wonders if she’d protest if he carried her to the bed. She takes slow steps over to the sink, brushes her teeth and throws water into her face. When she shuffles off without another word, he follows her into the bedroom.

“Scully, let me take you to a doctor. Please.” She shakes her head no as she crawls into bed, burying herself under the covers.

“It’s the flu, Mulder.” She repeats; it sounds like a mantra. He wants to believe her – he always wants to believe, after all – but they’ve been here before. He can’t ignore the signs, as much as he wants to. And that’s all he wants to do. Mulder wants to fill her up with chicken soup, have her tell him it’ll be all right, that it’s nothing to worry about. That’s not how it works, though.

“How can you know that, Scully? What if the- the cancer?”

“Mulder, do you remember my friend Ellen?” He needs a moment to process the question. What is she even talking about? He nods tentatively; the name rings a bell, somewhere.

“I saw her last weekend. Her son, my godson, was sick with the flu. We,” she pauses, waits a moment; Mulder fears another sprint to the bathroom, but she recovers, “we joked about it, actually. Well, the joke is on me. It’s the flu.” She puts more emphasis on the word this time and stares at him intently.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she continues, “I don’t want you to get it, too. It’s not exactly fun.” Scully puts on a smile, tries to giggle, but it turns into a cough. “That’s why I called Skinner. I knew you’d come here. I didn’t want to infect you.”

“That’s very kind of you, Scully, but I couldn’t care less. I’ll stay. Hey, what’s the flu when you’ve been subjected to alien viruses, am I right?” She rolls her eyes, sighs deeply; she must be feeling better, he thinks, if he can annoy her like that. But she’s shivering underneath the covers, violently. Her whole body seems to be jerking.

“What can I do?” He asks. He is woefully unprepared; she’s the doctor, the one who always knows what to do. Mulder is much better as the patient; that’s a role he knows how to play. Scully, however, does not: she shakes her head again and he can tell that it makes her dizzy.

“Just go back to work, Mulder,” she tells him, her teeth chattering, “I’ll be fine.” This time he shakes his head; there’s no way he’s leaving her. Cancer, the flu, or the common cold, he’s here for it all. He takes off his jacket, never having gotten around to it earlier, and approaches the bed. Scully lifts an eyebrow in question and he ignores it. He gets in behind her and draws her to him.

“What are you doing?” There’s a sense of panic in her voice that Mulder decides to ignore, too.

“You’re cold,” he explains to her, “So I’m warming you up.”

“Mulder, you’re going to be sick, too. Not to mention that it’s inappropriate.”

“I don’t care, Scully.”

“I don’t want you to get sick.” But her voice sounds sleepy again and her body relaxes against his. He draws her even closer; he waits to see if she complains and when she doesn’t, he buries his nose in her hair, taking a deep breath. She still smells like herself, like Scully. It doesn’t take long for her own breathing to even out. Mulder stays put, observes her every move, every change in her breathing pattern. She wakes up two hours later, her eyes clearer and less glassy, and just smiles at him. This time when she falls asleep, he does too, but he never once lets go of her.

When Mulder gets the flu one week later, and Scully just gives him the I-told-you-so-look, he doesn’t complain. Or at least he keeps his complains to a minimum.

“It was worth it, Scully. Just to hold you in my arms.”

She rolls her eyes, writes it off as the fever in him talking, but she can’t deny that holding him really does feel nice.

otp: you can’t leave (don’t) || kidge fanmix

“You can’t leave.” 

“You can’t tell me what to do.” 

LISTEN HERE. 

• TRACKLIST •

catch me | demi lovato • moonlight | ariana grande • YOUR UNIVERSE | rico blanco • mess we’ve made | aj rafael feat. tori kelly • latch (acoustic) | sam smith • first heartbreak | tori kelly • wait for you | elliot yamin  • lost stars | adam levine • heart like yours | willamette stone • shelter | ray lamontagne  

album art originally by @k-lionheart-art. this will also update randomly. 

hope ya’ll enjoy!   

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a ship that needs more love >> emmett & rosalie cullen

I got luckier than I deserved. Emmett is everything I would have asked for if I’d known myself well enough to know what to ask for. He’s exactly the kind of person that someone like me needs. And, oddly enough, he needs me, too.

Waitering lessons with Azusa Part 2
逆巻カナト(CV.梶 裕貴) & 無神アズサ(CV.岸尾だいすけ)
Waitering lessons with Azusa Part 2

Another favourite scene of mine from the tokuten drama cd that I got with the Sofmap bonus of Lunatic Parade. Kanato and Azusa are working as waiters and this scene follows exactly after where the first “Waitering lessons with Azusa” post I made left off, with Azusa continuing to teach an irritated Kanato how to be a waiter. So here’s more of Kanato being 1000% done with everything. I hope you enjoy! ꉂ(′ ॢꇴ ॢ‵๑))

Please do not repost this translation anywhere.

Azusa: Next, you carry the cake you received from the kitchen… to the customer’s table but…. before carrying the cake… it’s good… if you add this.

Kanato: Hey… Azusa… What…. are you doing…?

Azusa: A good luck charm to make it delicious… I’m sprinkling… shichimi togarashi onto it.

Kanato: No, that’s strange, isn’t it? Fresh cream and shichimi togarashi definitely don’t go together, do they not?!

Azusa: Eh? I wonder? But… *munching noises* Mmm… It’s delicious!

Kanato: Hey! Don’t just help yourself to the store’s products! Even though I’m holding myself back!

Azusa: Ah…. I couldn’t resist. Sorry…. Um…. Kanato-san, do you also want to try?

Kanato: I don’t need it! Spicy cake is definitely not tasty.

Azusa: You think? What a waste….

Kanato: That aside, you’re going to teach me various things aren’t you? Could you hurry up and let me finish this?

Azusa: Right… Then, in practice, try carrying…. this cake… to the table.

Kanato: Huh? That’s half-eaten you know.

Azusa: It’s fine. Right now… it’s practice.

Kanato: Ah, is that so.

Azusa: Place this cake… onto the tray…. and then… we need to add the warm coffee. You use a coffee mill… to grind…. the beans. Kanato-san, have a try.

Kanato: No. Since it’s practice, isn’t it fine to just pretend we’ve actually done it?

Azusa: You can’t do that. This… is quite difficult so…. Come on, try it out. Hey, hurry.

Kanato: Tch, I get it. I’ll do it already! Happy now?!

Kanato: Something like this is clearly simple. All you have to do is turn the handle. 

Kanato: Hey…. why does it stop?

Azusa: The coffee beans… might’ve been stuck. You need to turn it… more thoroughly.

Kanato: Tch…. Could you not complain about my actions? Ughhh geez, all of this is such a pain! Please move. Move! Uwaahh!! A-arghhh….

Azusa: A-are you alright?

Kanato: Hey… My apron…. is covered in shichimi togarashi coated cream….

Azusa: Eh? But…. That… was because Kanato-san…. was turning the handle too forcibly…

Kanato: Shut up! Are you saying that I’m the one at fault? It’s because you had to leave such a task to me!

Azusa: Ka-Kanato-san, calm down.

Kanato: Shut up! Shut up! I will not hang around with you any longer! I’m going home!

Azusa: No, you can’t…! Wait…!

Slippery When Wet

Reid x Reader

“You had sex in the Museum of Modern Art ? Oh my gawd..” Penelope’s hands were clasped over her mouth and she was almost shaking with laughter.

You all were. What had started off as a nice meal cooked by JJ, had quickly escalated into a full on girls night in. You were all strewn about her living room, wine bottles in various places. You were lying on her couch, your feet placed in Emily’s lap and you were all discussing the various strange places you’d had sex.

You were tipsy, pleasantly on your way to being hammered and you were having a brilliant night in with your female colleagues. Garcia was sat in the arm chair with her legs slung up over the side and JJ was sprawled out on her floor, her head propped up on her arms and a half empty bottle of wine next to her. She’d taken to swigging directly from the bottle as she’d smashed her second wine glass an hour ago and you’d all berated her for wasting alcohol. You knew where your priorities were.

“Yep! I used to date one of the security guards when I was eighteen. He snuck us in after hours,” Emily told you, her face pink with laughter.

“God…” JJ said. “The most adventurous place me and Will do it is in the shower, he loves it in there.”

You giggled, “Spence loves it when we fuck in the shower too, although I’m always scared we’ll slip over.”

The three girls stopped laughing and all turned to look at you incredulously.

“Spence?” Emily asked.

Your eyes widened as you realised what you’d said.

“OUR Spencer?!?” JJ rearranged herself into an upright position, crossing her legs and leaning forward.

Oh fuck.

“Y/N? Really? You and Reid?”

“Errrrm.”

JJ crawled across the floor and pulled out her handbag which was stashed at the side of her couch. Taking out her purse, she handed fifty dollars to Emily.

“Penelope, I believe you owe me fifty too?” Prentiss told Garcia.

“In a minute. I still…. Really?” She was leaning forward in her seat.

“You can’t say anything to the guys. Please. We’re not ready for people to know yet.”

“OH MY GOSH, IT’S TRUE!!” Garcia squealed and you caught JJ rolling her eyes and making the motion of covering her ears.

You took a big gulp of wine and nodded, readying yourself for the questions.

“When?” Penny demanded to know. “No no no wait.. I bet it was at Morgan’s party? Am I right, am I right?”

You shook your head. “We were together by then.”

“THAT WAS THREE MONTHS AGO, Y/N.”

Emily and JJ just looked amused, watching the exchange between you two. You gave them all a sheepish look.

“The time we went on that outward bounds team building thing? I remember you two lagging behind on the trails. Did something happen then. Wait… You two got back to camp a good thirty minutes after the rest of us. It was then wasn’t it… Oh I can see it now; you trip and Spencer reaches for you to stop your fall. You end up in a pile on the floor and stare into each others…. ”

“Pen, no. We were already together then too. Although something definitely happened in those woods.”

JJ interrupted her just before she was about to launch into another convoluted guess. “When exactly did it happen?”

“Erm…. You remember that case where I was really ill and Spencer ended up escorting me home and spent the weekend looking after me.”

“Hahahaha,” Emily laughed. “So you played a little bit of Doctor Reid and patient then.”

“Weeell not exactly. I was too ill. But that’s when we discovered that we both liked each other.”

“Girl, we could have told you that.” JJ sipped from her wine bottle, grinning at you.

“So wow… That was… ” Garcia thought back in her head, “Seven months ago.”

“Yep.”

“What’s he like, you know, as a boyfriend?” JJ asked.

“Perfect.”

All three awwwwed in unison. You weren’t lying either, Spencer really was the best partner you’d had.

“Does anyone at work know?” Garcia wanted to know.

“Only Hotch. And that was because we felt he ought to. He’s fine with it as long as it doesn’t effect our work. Which so far, it hasn’t.”

There was a moments pause before Emily cleared her throat.

“I’m just gonna ask what those two are thinking. What’s he like in the sack?”

“I can’t tell you that!!”

“Yes you can.” They urged, almost as if they were a practiced chorus.

“No, I can’t!”

“You’ve gotta give us something here.” Garcia begged.

“Look, all I’ll say is that he’s definitely picked up a thing or two from all the things he’s read, and that he makes me extremely happy.”

Another trio of awwws.

“I never really imagined Spencer to be a shower sex kinda guy though,” Emily piped up.

“Oh he definitely is. I swear, the amount of times one of us has nearly slipped over.”

…Monday Morning…

The girls had promised not to say anything and you were trying to find the right time to tell Reid that you’d let it slip. You’d decided that when you were ready, you’d tell everyone together.

You were sitting across from each other around the circular table in the meeting room with Hotch, Derek and Rossi, waiting for the other three.

Strolling in with smirks on their faces, they handed Reid a wrapped package.

You looked at them curiously.

“A present? What did I do to deserve this?” He asked them excitedly, ripping it open at their urging.

“An anti slip shower mat? I don’t get it?” He looked at them confused.

You were going to kill them. All three of them, together.

“Y/N was telling us the other night how you sometimes have problems staying upright in the shower,” Emily told him as the other two tried to keep a straight face.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry…… I’m so sorry!!”

He started to chuckle as did the other men. Standing up, he quickly walked around the table and pulled you out of your chair, wrapping his arms around you.

“I kinda let it slip too, last weekend when we were at Rossi’s.”

“Thank God!” Derek exclaimed loudly. “I thought we were gonna have to pretend we didn’t know forever. You have no idea how hard this last week has been for me, wanting to make jokes at your twos expense. Although… The shower mat. I don’t get it?”

Penelope whispered something into his ear and he grinned, nodding approvingly.

“Slippery when wet, eh.”

Sherlock collapses onto the couch as soon as they’re home. Case solved, successfully, happy ending but oh, how it dragged in the end, and how sleep feels like a very fond, distant memory.

But there’s something… something he feels he’s forgotten. It’s keeping him awake and he needs to solve it, and then…

Dimly, he hears John turn on the TV, put on a DVD- unlike Sherlock, John takes a while for the post-case adrenaline to wane before he can sleep, whereas Sherlock slumps into immediate exhaustion. 

But now, Sherlock fights sleep, he can still feel there’s… something, but he isn’t… On a whim, he takes his phone out of his pocket, glancing at the date displayed with bleary eyes. 03:02 am, 15th February.

Oh. They had- they had missed-

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sherlock asks, trying to push the tired slur out of his words. John shifts onto the couch and guides Sherlock’s head to rest on his shoulder, but Sherlock puts all his effort into lifting his head to look at him.

John smiles, puzzled. “Tell you what?”

“It-it was-” Sherlock yawns, too slow to cover his mouth in time. “Was Valentine’s Day,” he mumbles. “I-I wouldn’t have taken- would’ve. Dinner. Or something.” He tries to keep his head up, but more heavy exhaustion washes over him and he sighs, head dropping onto John’s shoulder, and it’s the best pillow in the world.

John chuckles. “Don’t be daft. That was the best case you’ve had in months and- well, it was fun, wasn’t it?”

Sherlock still feels guilty, keeping sleep temporarily at bay. “But… thought y’would’ve…wanted-”

John interrupts with a kiss to his hair. “You’re here, solved the case, were brilliant as usual, and now we’re home and safe and Bond’s on,” he says, and even though Sherlock’s eyes have annoyingly slipped closed, he can tell John winked at him, just there.

“No place I’d rather be,” John says. He lowers the volume of the DVD and strokes Sherlock’s hair gently, a signal that it’s time to sleep. “Happy Valentine’s Day, though,” he whispers, and Sherlock tries to reply but barely gets out, “Happy…” before he’s drifted, gone, and warm and safe and slumped across John.

Long Way Down // Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of everything really


The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.

“You’re a coward,” you cried. “A fucking coward!”

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Darling

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairings: Taehyung/Reader

Genre: Smut [NC17]

Word Count: 1,059

Warnings: Absolute fiLTH, oral, dirty talk

A/N: Holy fuck I’m sorry. I haven’t written smut in a while so please go easy on me :’) Enjoy~


    His hips roll into yours with purpose, letting his hand, that was not gripping your waist in a vice hold, roughly roam your body as he pleased. His mouth sloppily worked at your throat, sucking and nipping with such primal lust that you thought for sure you would burst right at that very moment.

    His lips reached the underside of your jaw and that’s where he stayed, bringing his hand to replace the previous sweet spot. His fingers curled around your throat and you felt the thin and utterly sinful smirk press against your ear. He lightly nips at your earlobe and you shudder as the goosebumps snake down your spine right to your core.

    His chuckle rings through the dark room, “You’re being such a good girl tonight… I’ve even considered rewarding you.” He says thoughtfully.

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anonymous asked:

hi! i really liked your meta on the recent chapter and i wanted to know your opinion on why levi chose armin instead of erwin? im not trying to start drama but i just keep thinking about what flock said on chapter 90 and i dont know how i feel about it still. what are your thoughts on the subject??

Ahh. I understand, anon. I’ve given my thoughts on this before but, not since the original spoilers came out. After rereading the entire arc, I definitely have a few things to add. So, get comfy because this answer will be a really long one, and also best read on a computer because this will contain a lot of images.

DISCLAIMER:

This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is entirely canon or completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, that’s perfectly fine! Everyone has a different point of view, but if you are going to send me messages trying to argue point of views with me, tell me I’m wrong, or send me hate messages; do us both a favor and please just don’t even bother.

Let me start this out by saying that I’m positive a lot of people will not agree or even like my opinion on this but, I will be completely honest in my statements on the matter. 

Flocke’s little speech made a lot of sense to me. Especially when it comes to Erwin but, it also pissed me off for a couple of reasons, and no, not because of his tone. It’s because of his ignorance. However, I am fully aware that I, as a reader of the story, get a first hand view of everything that happens. Flocke is a new recruit who was, up until recently, completely unaware of a lot that has gone on with the Survey Corps. 

Regardless though, he still slightly pissed me off and you asked so therefor, I will answer lol. The first thing I want to touch on is how he complains about being a coward who didn’t understand the dangers of the role he was playing in the Wall Maria reclaiming mission because people weren’t honest with him. 

BRUH…

For seventy years it has been no secret that at least 60% of all Survey Corps soldiers die on missions. Erwin point blank stated this when the 104th took to their ranks during his little joining speech. The dangers of fighting titans wasn’t something anyone tried to hide or keep tucked away in the hopes that soldiers would ignorantly join their ranks, and I doubt VERY highly that the dangers of the BIGGEST MISSION THE SURVEY CORPS HAD EVER PLANNED TO ATTEMPT was some massive smoke screen.

This dude knew his chances of survival were slim, and he also knew that his chances of having to sacrifice his life was very, very high. Especially since he originally refused to join to SC in the first place! Truthfully, this part right here just read off as someone who joined their ranks in the hopes of gaining some glory to me, and that made me salty. 

I did agree highly with his last question though. They all have every right to know how much their sacrifice is worth. I had this feeling deep in my gut the first time I saw the female titan arc. No one knew the dangers they were actually being put in, save for the veteran soldiers in the legion. Granted, it’s entirely understandable as to why but, at the same time, hundreds were lost without knowing why. That was a sad, and unfair thought, and a move I didn’t entirely agree with. So, I can understand Flocke’s viewpoint here. However, as I stated above, IT WAS NO SECRET PEOPLE DIED ON MISSIONS. 

Which leads me to the second and final reason his speech pissed me off:

That statement right there made me want to strangle this dude because he just outright undermined Levi to a severe degree. Not just Levi but, his bond with Erwin as well. As if Erwin wasn’t important to Levi too. Like Levi didn’t threaten to break this mans legs to try and keep him alive. Plus, he undermined how hard it was for Levi to ultimately make the choice he made. He shat on all of that in one sentence, and to make it worse, he called the choice an irrational one when he point blank states just one panel above this that he doesn’t know Armin well at all. 

HOW DO YOU KNOW IF IT’S AN IRRATIONAL CHOICE IF YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THE PERSON YOU’RE BITCHING ABOUT?! 

Ugh, anywayssssss, let me lower my salt intake here and get to the point. 

I understand why people would question Armin’s survival over Erwin’s. I get it. Erwin was The Fucking MAN™ . He got shit done. Changed things in the walls for the better. He was the man with a plan and someone who sacrificed everything he had to learn the truth of the world. This leads me to why I think Levi ended up ultimately choosing Armin. 

Let me start off with this panel here and then work my way up.

Some of Kenny’s parting words to Levi. These words played a massive factor in Levi’s final decision. 

Erwin’s main goal, his dream, was to learn the truth of the world. He wanted to know what was beyond the walls and where the titans came from, and he wanted to learn all of this for the sake of his father. His goal was a worthy one and I am sad that he did not get to see it through but, his dream would have ended in Shiganshina one way or another. Whether he died, or whether he saw the basement; that was as far as his dream reached as far as Levi was aware at the time. [

Then we have Armin. 

Armin’s dreams would start outside of the walls. They stretched far beyond one end goal and one thing to fight for, and his dreams were ones he wanted to share with close friends. Much like how Levi had a dream he wished to share with his close friends back in the day too. Armin wanted to see the world. To explore and learn everything their was to know about life and land outside of their walled prison. This was Armin’s reason for becoming a Scout. 

So here we have two different people with different goals. Both of which Levi cares about and doesn’t want to see die. Both could help humanity. Both were brilliant and extremely intelligent. So, why Armin and not the seasoned commander?

Levi’s last words to Erwin are for him to let that dream go and to trust him to carry it out instead. I’m sure that Erwin was full aware that Levi had every intention of saving him if it was at all possible but, even knowing the risk towards his own life; Erwin accepted Levi’s order’s full on and with a relieved smile. Thankful to not have to burden himself under the guilt of wanting to abandon his post as Commander simply to learn the truth. For no longer having the chance to consider betraying all of those that were lost for a selfish goal. 

In the end, Erwin was absolutely selfless. and rid of the desire plaguing his heart. He was at peace with the position he was in and chose to ride with his men into the fray. All because Levi took the burden of their lives onto his own shoulders - something he never does - and because he trusted Levi to succeed. 

So, after this is said and done, we are left with Levi having to make a choice and duking it out with Eren and Mikasa on a rooftop for who will get the serum. Levi seems entirely hell bent on saving Erwin but, I believe what shook his firm resolve was this moment right here:

Ironic that Flocke is so quick to shit talk Levi’s choice when his comment right here is most likely one of the reasons Levi ended up choosing Armin.

Levi’s expression says a million different things in this one panel. The idea of reviving Erwin as a titan, to still lead and sacrifice people for a goal that Levi isn’t even sure exists at all breaks his determination. As far as he could see, Erwin just wanted to learn the truth. What Erwin would do after that was a mystery, even to Erwin himself. So, would it have been fair, after choosing to take his burden from him, to bring him back into the hell they scrounged in? All so he could continue to live as a “demon” even after achieving what he set out to accomplish? 

Levi still seemed to think so to some degree. Though, his intensity on the subject wanes just a bit after Flocke’s comment here, and a lot more after what Eren had to say:

Eren speaks of the dreams Armin lives and fights for. The very same dreams Levi had overheard the young boy ranting and glowing about the night before. Armin had something left to fight for, Eren was sure of it. Levi was too because he saw it for himself. 

Would Erwin have something left to live and fight for once he cleared his goal? Once he saw what was inside that basement and finally learned the truth? 

Would he have something to be drunk on to keep him going?

Would he make Erwin remain a slave to his inner demons in the hopes that he could continue on torturing himself?

The answer was no. In the end, Levi chose to let Erwin have his peace. Just like Kenny chose to finally lay down his desires and trust them to Levi for the sake of peace with a smile, Erwin did exactly the same and thanked Levi for doing so. Instead of betraying that trust, and possibly breaking his friend in the process; Levi let the “Demon Commander” rest, and gave the boy with so many dreams left to live and fight for a chance at making his dreams a reality. Levi made his choice out of care, experience, and what knowledge he had. Just like he always does. At least that is my opinion on that matter. 

Thank you for the ask, anon. I hope this answer is satisfactory for you. I apologize for the length and the lack of a Read More but, for whatever reason, that feature isn’t working on my laptop right now TT_TT