#but really it serves no purpose to the plot

[lemotmo]

😂😂😂😂 I desperately want to believe this is fake but I'm afraid they totally believe he's a pilot

Q. I'm sorry but the fact that he's an actual pilot is the sexiest thing ever. We deserved the entire scene, I wish they hadn't cut it. That was too difficult for him to pull off for them to not have aired the entire bit. The rest of the episode was trash. I will give you that.

A. Please, PLEASE tell me all of you are aware that he is not an actual pilot. Please tell me that you're at least capable of realizing that he didn't actually fly a helicopter through the air space over Los Angeles. Between the disgusting billboard stunt and the 14! asks all kind of insinuating lou was actually flying that helicopter, I feel like I'm going insane. I need this to be a bit because my belief in humanity is hanging by a thread. But just in case.... his part of the helicopter stuff was filmed on a soundstage in California. No part of what you 'saw' him do was real. It's called acting. He's very, very bad at it but it's all fake nonetheless. He's not a pilot. He's not a firefighter. He is not the Messiah (but the show is going to insinuate Bobby Nash could be). The episode was bad. It was a bad episode. The plot, such as it was, was flimsy and full of holes big enough to drive a truck through, which I'm assuming was the point, so Bobby not really being dead won't be that much of a stretch for the audience. It was a bad idea. It's been poorly executed. Angela's version of how she found out has changed 3 times now. The 'goodbye' posts all focused way more on Bobby leaving the 118 than Peter leaving 911. Oliver and Ryan aren't even trying to sell it. Aisha had to change her post twice. And Kenny overplayed the replying to upset viewers bit too much. It hasn't been done well at all, but we're here. The important thing is that Bobby won't really be dead. And Tim being a co writer for the episode ups the chances of a Buddie grief moment exponentially. I'm going to take the wins. Your character had his full circle moment, like the moron said, so take that and be happy as well. Because I'm pretty sure his part in the Buddie plot comes full circle in episode 16. He has served his purpose and in Tommy's own words the ride is over. But at no time was he ever really flying anything, other than up my nerves.

🤣 Thank you Nonny!!!

Why would anyone believe that L flew that helicopter for real? 🙄

I agree with most of this. It was a bad episode. There is nothing wrong with a character death on a TV-show, but the way they handled this? The random episode? The underwhelming death scene? The useless random helicopter scene that wasted time? The absolute lack of Eddie???

The whole follow-up that reeks of deception?

Yeah, it just wasn't a good idea and on top of that is was badly executed. 🤷‍♀️

But it is what it is. We are here now. So, we've got to move on from this. And we will... as soon as Bobby (and Eddie) returns to them and to us. 😋 I'm fully in the 'Bobby is alive' camp at this point.

As for Tommy? I also believe that his part in the 911, Buck and Buddie narrative will come to an end in season 8. It started with a helicopter rescue to save bathena and it ended with a helicopter rescue to save the 118. It started with him kissing Buck and it'll end with him walking away from Buck to make room for Eddie. His character's journey really has come full circle.

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[delirious-donna]

Worthy Sacrifices [Part Nine]

“Your body on the other hand, it’s an open book.”

story summary: Levi isn’t hungry, or so that’s what he claims. A vampire must drink to survive, and his sire refuses to let the man give up without trying every trick up his sleeve. When a new ‘donor’ appears, one who is different from all the rest, will Levi be able to keep resisting?

pairing: Levi Ackerman (vampire) x female reader (human)

warnings: slight NSFW, violence, biting, threatening behaviour (not towards reader), implied murder, Erwin being more of a bastard, plot building, flirting and lots of eye fucking, mention of parental loss and grief, we're starting to really cook now...

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A line of dark blood rose to the surface of unblemished, pale skin. It beaded along the shallow wound, thick and full of something otherworldly. The nail used to inflict the small hurt was square and perfectly neat, but still sharp enough to cut through flesh like it was tissue paper.

“Mm. You fed well tonight… I can smell them in your blood, on your skin,” he said with a warmth that gave the illusion of being sat by a roaring fire. “Come.”

She did so without hesitation; the naked woman leaning up in the bed to stroke a manicured hand across his chest. Hungrily, she wrapped around his neck and shoulders and took the offering of a kiss with a sultry sigh.

Erwin smiled against her plush lips, encouraging the wet muscle to invade his mouth and feed him the taste of whoever she had fed from earlier. They were sweet, innocent and dead. He felt it assuredly, like he always did whenever someone took the life of their meal.

A sacrifice, but was it a worthy one? That was the question that mattered.

Erwin was not opposed to death if it served a greater purpose, but he had to wonder what impact snuffing out the life of a young woman would have on society. She could have been a bright young mind, someone who could have positively impacted the scientific or medical field. Maybe they were a talented dancer, singer, artist… now the world would never know.

He hummed in contemplation, though he masked it as enjoyment and his lover didn’t seem to notice the difference. She pressed her naked breasts into his chest; the pearls of dark, almost black, blood staining his skin like an ink blot from a Rorschach test.

Her neck stretched out in invitation, long nails scratching at his scalp and tugging more firmly at the roots. Who was he to deny himself a taste?

She let out a high-pitched mewl when he trailed kisses down her jaw before finally biting into the taut flesh being presented like a well-wrapped gift. Erwin held her close as she started to writhe in a sensous dance, pulling her flush over his body until she was straddling him and grinding directly onto his awakening erection. There was no sustenance when vampires fed from their own kind, it was purely a sexual indulgence and one he didn’t allow himself too regularly for reasons he refused to study closely.

Waves of thick auburn hair framed a pretty face. The colour was artificial, as were her looks. Carefully applied cosmetics brightened her complexion, contacts changed whatever her natural eye colour was to a vibrant jade green, and he was willing to bet her lips were not naturally this plump.

From a distance, she was beautiful, but up close, the flaws were obvious.

“You know,” he started, pulling away from the fresh wound on her neck that was already healing, “it’s interesting that Nile would think to defy me so openly like this.”

The woman paused. She frowned, regaining her composure remarkably fast.

“Nile? Who is that? I don’t want to talk about other men when the only one I’m interested in is right here.”

Her perfectly manicured nails tiptoed up his sternum, a sultry move that echoed the purr she effected. Erwin grasped her wrist in a lightning quick movement which made her gasp. He smiled and pressed a reassuring kiss to the fragile skin of her inner wrist. If she wanted to play, then he would be happy to join in.

“Oh, I thought everyone knew Nile. He’s the man who wishes to align himself with the humans and become their special lapdog. He’d rather see his kin tied up in metaphorical redtape and arbitrary laws than allow us to flourish as we always had before the awakening. It really is a shame… we used to be friends.”

“I-I—no, I can’t say that I’ve heard of him before,” she lied. He could smell the deceit, taste the sourness of it on his tongue. His nose wrinkled in disgust.

Erwin struck; sinking his fangs into the wrist still pressed to his lips. The bite was savage this time, no sensual pleasure seeking from the tear of his teeth against the flesh and tendons in the weak little wrist. She squealed, high and terror struck, and tried to pull away, but without success.

He fed from her in sucking pulls until his mouth was full of the disgusting blood pumping through her. Deception. Manipulation. Seductress. Poisoner. It tasted like acid, and he refused to swallow this time.

Instead, he ripped away from her mauled arm and yanked her down until her face was inches from his. There were tears crowding her eyes, sheer panic widening them as she struggled from the hold he would not let up. He kissed her and there was no nicety to it. He forced his tongue deep into her mouth and dumped out the vile blood.

She spluttered, swallowing down the blood and swiping at her mouth with her remaining free hand. Her face and neck were smeared in dirty crimson, and gone was the pretty mask.

“Get away from me,” she screeched, beating at his chest and clawing nails down his tawny shoulders. “I’ll scream! You’re a monster! I don’t know what you’re doing but I’ll see that you’re executed for this assault!”

Erwin couldn’t help but laugh. It was rich and deep, for the right person it would stroke at their skin like gloved velvet, but for a traitorous little whore like this fledgling girl it sounded ugly and utterly wicked.

“Do try, my dear. I’m certain the staff would love to hear me put down a mangy dog like yourself. I could invite them in, and they can watch if you’d prefer. What do you say to that, hm?” His voice was as cold as artic winds, destructive and without a hint of emotion. “I know who sent you and I am well aware of the vial you poured into my wine earlier tonight. Right now, its contents are being analysed and I’m rather keen to try it out on you. Witness firsthand its effects.”

Her struggling intensified, and he could smell the fear on her increase until his senses were drowning in it. She fought like a wounded animal who could sense their own death was imminent. At least she was perceptive.

“You’ve got it all wrong! I swear it. Let me go—I’ll… I can tell you what his plans are, everything, if you’ll just let me go. You never have to see me again,” she bargained before real tears of terror starting to slide over her cheeks and through the mess of blood drying on her skin. “I don’t want to die.”

Erwin almost felt sorry for her—almost.

~

“Did you have to kill her?” Miche asked.

Erwin glanced at him whilst he carefully washed his hands. He was reminded that despite the bloodshed Miche had seen over the years, he was still tender-hearted. At times it was a good trait to have close, it kept Erwin grounded and in touch with his morality, but other times he wanted nothing more than to roll his eyes in derision.

“The woman attempted to poison me with something that even Hange cannot identify. We have no idea what it would have done, it might have even managed the near impossible and killed me, and you’re asking if I acted rashly?”

Miche had the grace to look contrite. “You’re right. I know that… sorry. I guess that means we’re at war now.”

“Nile has made the first move,” Erwin said with a sigh.

“I cannot and will not, overlook this. If he is prepared to take a stand against me then we must assume that he is now fully aligned with the human government and their objectives. I had sincerely hoped we would avoid this, that there would be an alliance of sorts that wouldn’t diminish our interests, but he is forcing my hand.”

“Did the girl have much information to share?”

“Very little, as I expected. She was promised fame and exposure as an up-and-coming actress if she could infiltrate my syndicate and feedback information to whomever in Nile’s employ was acting as her superior. The drug was a new plan after several failed attempts to gain my attention, and I fear it might have truth serum properties. We’ll know that for sure soon enough.”

Erwin hesitated when Miche passed a palm down his face, his head shaking ever so subtly. Maybe he shouldn’t have killed her… maybe he was getting too good at reasoning with himself that his actions served a higher purpose. Perhaps he was becoming delusional and that was not a thought he liked having.

“Whoever her puppet master was, they must be powerful. I couldn’t see their image when I looked inside her mind, it was deliberately distorted, but I’m certain it wasn’t Nile himself. He wouldn’t dirty his hands directly,” he said. “This has only emphasised the importance of returning Levi to the fold, and if my suspicions are correct then it will be in his best interest to comply.”

Miche grimaced. “He’s resisting. I’m not sure why you’re so pushy with this new donor, and I know you’re not about to enlighten me,” he muttered with a wry glance at his sire, “but you need to move fast before things escalate any further.”

“It’s all in hand, Miche, it’s all in hand.”

~

“Can you say that again?”

Levi’s eyes were the darkest grey you had ever seen. They were drowning pools if only you would step inside. His expression was blank, or as blank as he could make it given the skittish energy that leaked from him.

His study was dimly lit by the lone lamp on the desk, it cast shadows along the walls and gave the illusion of a breeze ruffling the heavy velvet drapes. You sat in the same armchair from the first time you met him, but this time he didn’t sit with the desk between you, he was perched against the edge, his knees close enough to touch yours.

“You are my blood singer and that means that I am bound to you. That your blood would sustain my existence forever if you allowed it. I’m stronger because of you. I was able to move not just myself, but you as well because of the small amount I took back in Erwin’s office. That’s how we got here, I’m not certain if I told you that.”

“Only those very old and powerful can move more than themselves. I…” Levi faltered for the second time, he didn’t think he was explaining this well, but it was the best he could do given that there was still so much he didn’t know.

“I would not need to feed as regularly as I did before, not if I was drinking from you. I feel bound to you,” he repeated without pausing to consider what an admission of that magnitude would do to you.

You pulled your legs up, arms wrapping around your knees as if that would keep the cold at bay. It wasn’t the temperature that was the problem, it was revelation of your importance to Levi that pressed icy fingers against your skin. He had made it obvious that there was a connection between you, you knew that from the dreams or memories you experienced, as well as Erwin’s insistence to bring you together, but hearing it out loud was different. It also didn’t help that you weren’t sure how Levi felt about this. He might feel bound, but there was a twist to his mouth that made you wonder if he hated the very idea of it.

Suddenly, you wished you weren’t wearing his t-shirt. You wished your legs weren’t bare. You wished that your neck didn’t throb. You wished your heart wasn’t hammering against your ribs like a wronged man banging on their cell bars.

“Say something,” he asked, hand outstretched as if to touch your arm then thought better of it, dropping his arm by his side.

What could you say? It seemed hypocritical that you would encourage him to drink from you, to explore the evident attraction and suddenly be perturbed when you found out the depth such actions had resulted in. You liked him, were attracted to him, but did you want to be bound to him?

He made it sound like this was a permanent thing and that wasn’t a part of your plans. Sure, you hoped you’d form meaningful connections with the right people, so that when you had made peace with your life you could cross over, but this soon seemed premature.

You were not going to die like your mother.

The genetic test results hadn’t come back yet and there was still hope that the illness your mother had fallen to would not be hereditary, but taking precautions should the worst come to pass made sense to the rational part of your brain.

You refused to follow the same path she had. The love for your mother was eternal, and there was nothing more she could have done (except fight harder, the mean little voice in your head piped up) but that was not going to be your fate. You would not trace her footsteps.

That was a promise you had made to yourself on the day of her funeral. You couldn’t stand the grief that surrounded the event, and the look of utter devastation on your father’s face.

The only man in your life was a ghost of his former self and you despised it. His easy smiles and summer warm eyes were gone, replaced with tight grimaces and eyes filled with winter fog. You didn’t blame him. Of course, you didn’t, but there was a sense of loss for more than just your mother that you couldn’t accept without some amount of blame. Who did it belong to?

Death.

You couldn’t accept that this had for the best and therefore you swore you would defeat death. It was from that day that you looked into every piece of known information about vampires, obsessed with learning as much as you could.

They were the answer.

“What does this change?” you asked finally.

“… I want you come live here instead of with Erwin.”

“Is that everything?” You knew it wasn’t, the weight of the pause before Levi answered told you there was much more.

“No, but I’m not sure who your loyalty lies with. There are things I want to discuss but if they were to be repeated to Hange or Erwin himself, then it would be a problem. A big problem.”

That was understandable, so why did it hurt to think he didn’t trust you? Your cheek rested atop your knee, blinking at him. He was keeping things from you, more than he was admitting to.

“I’m sorry,” Levi said and even to your ears it sounded like a word he was unaccustomed to using, “It’s not that I don’t trust you, more that I have reasons not to trust Erwin. He needs me, and I’m in two minds on how to proceed. Would you consider voiding your contract with him? I’d compensate you.”

“It’s not all about the damn money, Levi. I expected this to be a job that I did for a definitive amount of time then went back to my life, and you’re making this sound like I can’t return.”

Levi cringed.

“That’s… that’s what you’re saying, isn’t it? To be your blood singer is to stay by your side forever,” you said, an icy hand at your throat.

This time when he reached for you, he didn’t stop at the last moment. His hands took yours, moving until he was knelt on the carpet looking up at you. He was offering you something, something you couldn’t define.

“Forever is a long time,” he admitted quietly. “Can we start with the here and now, end your contract with Erwin and stay with me for the month?”

A month.

That didn’t sound too bad.

It was less than you had expected to stay within Erwin’s service, but then again, every one of your goal posts had changed in the space of a few days. As you mulled over the offer, his thumb stroked across your knuckles. Levi was a perfect blank statue except for his eyes. Those eyes swirled like pools of pure mercury, and the longer you stared, the more you wanted to throw all your chips in with him.

“I can do that. A month here, living with you.”

You swallowed thickly; the icy fingers at your throat receded as a heat start to simmer in your belly. The possibilities of how those weeks would be spent were nothing more than the ideations of some prolific smut writer. It reminded you of a comment where it was alluded that Erwin could read what was in your mind, and you wondered if the same could be said of Levi.

“Can you… can you read my thoughts?” you asked, eyes flicking away from his face and back again.

Levi rose to stand, putting your face level with his stomach. The lean outline of his torso was obvious through the thin grey compression style shirt. Your hand twitched in his, and he tightened his fingers. It took all your willpower to lift your gaze, and his subtle amused expression only warmed your cheeks more.

“Why do you ask?”

“Hange said that Erwin would know if I lied. He also made me think that he could read my mind if he wanted to, and I just wondered…”

“It’s possible, but not without you knowing what I was up to. Mind tricks have never been something I’ve dabbled in outside of feeding pleasurable emotions into those giving to me. It’s a line I don’t like to cross, some things should remain sacred,” he said solemnly, and it made you wonder what was behind those words. There was some sadness that wasn’t yet for sharing, maybe it never would be, but you took the answer for what it was.

“Your body on the other hand, it’s an open book.”

He placed your hand on his flat stomach, spreading the palm so you could feel each inhale and exhale. His fingers tangled in your hair, cradling the side of your head and gently moving you so he could look into your eyes. The pink tip of his tongue flicked out to wet his lips and you followed the movement like a cat watching a sparrow.

It was hard to worry when desire ignited like a well-kindled fire. It was hard to care when you looked at Levi and saw the tight mask slip to reveal a mirror of what you felt right down in your very bones. He was a man not accustomed to strong emotions, or at least not accustomed to showing them, and here he was letting you glimpse something very few people ever had.

“What is my body saying?” you asked with an emphatic purr.

Instead of answering, he pressed one knee onto the seat of the armchair you were occupying. He was slow with it, letting you adjust so his thigh wedged between yours, bending at the waist and burying his nose in the silk of your hair. You heard him inhale, felt the contraction against your palm and let your touch lower an inch or two, where the line of his sweats met the hem of his shirt.

Your heart beat a wild dance in your throat, mirrored by an identical throb where his knee brushed against you. Men’s boxer briefs were not your preferred underwear style but given it had been your only option at the time, you half welcomed the barrier between him and your naked skin. The other half cursed the navy shorts for daring to exist.

He was so close and still too far away. You leant in to skim your lips over the small area of naked skin near his hip you had exposed with those inquisitive fingers. Levi shivered and let out a long sigh. It spoke of everything and nothing.

“Your body is telling me a lot of things. It’s hard to—to keep them all straight in my head,” he half whispered, his breath fanning your ear and sending tingles down the length of your spine. “I can smell your arousal, from before and right now. Your heart is racing, and your skin is so perfectly hot and supple.”

Levi traced along your jaw, down your neck and moved his hand ‘til it curled around the slender column of your throat. He felt you swallow, smiled and gave the lightest squeeze, smiling wider when your eyes grew impossibly large with that film of lust covering your sparkling irises.

Glancing down he could see how your nipples had stiffened behind the fabric of his t-shirt, and ideas of kneeling right here to suck them into his mouth one at a time until the khaki green was almost black with his saliva nearly shook him into action. The hummingbird flutter of your pulse acted as an anchor, and he was grateful given how you’d already been interrupted. He didn’t need a further reminder that Hange and Miche were waiting for you both.

Slowly, sadly, he moved back and ran restless fingers through his curtains of hair.

You let him, not giving life to the whine caught in the back of your throat, knowing that you were not as alone as you’d like. Vampire hearing was a thing to be marvelled, and whilst the idea of Erwin bearing witness to the shameless acts of lust and carnal curiosity brought more heat to your core than you ever expected, the same could not be said for anyone else.

“Later?”

Levi stiffened, eyes cutting to you.

“Later.”

It was a promise that you felt right down to your soul, and it made you hide the answering timid smile behind your hand.

Later couldn’t come quickly enough.

~

Hange leapt to their feet with a broad smile when Levi finally arrived in the small drawing room which he spent a lot of time in thanks to the wonderful view afforded from the bay window. Right now, it was shuttered closed, though it would soon open as the sun set in the west. The sight of the modern cities below the small incline that his home sat upon would look like twinkling fairy lights, and he knew you would love it. That thought alone tugged a frown into place, he wasn’t sure where it had come from.

Levi felt your hand curl into his, hesitant and one step behind him.

He watched as a shared look passed between Miche and Hange. Neither said a word, but there was enough meaning in that one look that no words were necessary. Levi was not an affectionate man; he had never indulged in public displays of affection or even acts of reassurance and yet here he was… comforting you without question.

You couldn’t know how strange this one simple act was to his companions, and he was glad that Hange decided to remain tight-lipped for possibly the first time in their very very long life.

“Shall we get down to business? I’m sure you’re expected back soon,” Levi said as he led you deeper inside and gently guided you towards a small loveseat that would only just fit two side by side.

“Pfft. It’s not like we have a curfew! We’re not children.” Hange harrumphed at the insinuation but moved to sit again, this time not glancing at Miche who was silently staring at you without blinking.

Levi patted your knee before stretching an arm along the back of the love seat so you could feel his fingers brushing your shoulder. He watched as you tugged the hem of his t-shirt as low as possible to cover your thighs, chin tucked against your chest as if you didn’t want to look at them yet. Embarrassed at what had been interrupted perhaps? Something else?

He wasn’t telling you everything and you both knew as much.

A sharp pain lanced his temples and for the second time since the events in Erwin’s office, he felt the bond between him and his sire weaken. What once had felt like a ball and chain around his ankle now felt more like a weighted rubber band. It was no longer unmoveable, and perhaps it was not unbreakable as it had been before.

The possibility both scared and excited him. To be free would be the greatest gift, and until now he had believed the only way to achieve freedom would have been Erwin’s death. Levi might not always share his opinions and sometimes he downright hated the man, but never had he considered trying to have him killed.

Erwin Smith was a legend amongst vampires, and for all his misgivings and liberties when it came to morality, he was not an evil man. He believed in the greater good and that no man (or vampire) was an island.

Now, that very man needed Levi’s help.

“Before we go any further, I would like you to make it clear to Erwin that the blood donor contract is to be ended with immediate effect and all personal belongings are to be moved here as soon as possible,” Levi said calmly.

Hange sat forward with an elbow braced on their knee. “Is that what you want?” They asked you directly, their voice softer than seconds before.

You nodded and met their gaze steadily as if you knew that to do anything less would mean they would not believe the conviction. “Yes. I think it’s for the best. But...” There was a pause. Levi looked at you uncertainly, watched as you worried your lip between your teeth.

“I want to meet with him again and apologise.”

“Apologise?” Levi questioned, stunned.

“Mhm. We… uh—I think that it would only be fair to hand in my resignation personally. I have some questions for him too,” you said.

“You do remember what he tried to do back in his office, yes? How he invaded your mind and stole away your self-control. You owe him nothing.”

Levi felt you wriggle uncomfortably, your body pressed up against his in the small seat. There was something you weren’t saying, and he narrowed his eyes.

“What aren’t you telling me?” he asked quietly, too quietly.

“I could ask you the same thing, Levi.”

He scowled but couldn’t argue. Instead, he turned his attention back to the pair opposite and how differently they viewed what was going on. Hange watched with the curiosity of a tennis match, their eyes flicking back and forth as you spoke. Miche never took his eyes off you and that was starting to piss Levi off.

“Anyway…” Hange said after the air had thickened with uncomfortable silence, “We need your help which might make all of this a moot point.”

“What do you mean?” Levi asked, puzzled.

Hange gestured around the room and to nothing specific. “Well, I don’t know for certain, but I am fairly sure that Erwin will ask you to move to the compound until we deal with this threat.”

“What threat?” you asked.

Hange opened their mouth to speak, but Miche raised a hand with a shake of his head. Hange exhaled long and low, rolling their eyes. Levi wouldn’t be cowed by Miche or his misplaced lack of trust.

“From the little I have been told so far, there is a move to eliminate Erwin in the hopes to further an agenda that I am yet to be clued in to. What I don’t understand,” Levi said turning his attention back to Miche, “is why this time is any different to all the other threats made against him and the syndicate? What is so different that I am being called back to his side?”

“This time,” Miche said. You straightened in your seat, having heard less than a handful of words from the tall, powerful looking man in all the time you had known him. “This time the threat comes from someone who could see it through.”

Levi let out a low whistle, his head shaking. “Who?”

Who could possibly have enough power and pull to bring down Erwin? He honestly couldn’t think of a single name that would be crazy enough to try, let alone maybe succeed. He met Miche’s cool eyes.

“Nile Dok.”

A silence ran through the room, not for the first time, but this was a weighty silence full of revelation and understanding. That was not what he expected to hear, but damn if it didn’t make sense. Dawning comprehension dropped his stomach into his toes.

“Well, fuck.”

“Now you get it,” Hange enthused with a crow.

“Pack your stuff, Ackerman. It’s time to return to the nest, both of you,” Miche said, and all Levi could do was nod, dazed and dumbfounded by what this could all mean.

There were too many secrets and if tongues did not start to loosen soon, everyone was in grave danger.

Who would break first?

[sageandred]

This is my moment, lol.

Allison and Isaac was weird; Kira and Scott was not

Stiles and Lydia happened at the perfect time- I feel like this is mildly hot; seems like half the fans say, "they should've happened in season 3" or "I wish they were like Seth and Summer" but I feel like the development and moments in between the 2 kisses were needed (bonus: I don't even necessarily feel like there were episodes that went stagnant in their story during that time; I feel like this is an opinion from those wanting to see them all the time, but I don't feel like anything deviated from their journey to endgame (oddly for not being agreed on by the writers til the end), and I think everything made sense. The Malia-Stiles period also served a really necessary purpose)

I feel like this was more of a hot take before the movie, but Allison dying was needed- Or I should say appropriate, because I guess it wouldn't have happened if Crystal didn't want to leave (her death provided some of the greatest development/moments for Scott (ie: Whitaker-"My Own" ... "Be your own anchor")

Also Allison and Scott wouldn't have lasted even if she'd survived. They were a first love couple built on the fact that he was a naive, unpopular boy and she was a sometimes timid girl struggling with her family stuff and the pressure/expectations put on her; their love was very real but the mature love aspect and growth would not ever be present between them, given their strong differences before they became intertwined with one another and how much of their relationship was being each other's saviors/bonded by trauma. They helped each other/saved one another in mild and major ways (actually if I'm getting deeper/more analytical about it, I think Scott idolized Allison/the pretty girl who'd never give him attention in his mind, which he would've grown to realize/started to before her death, but I do think Allison loved him...and deeply; it was just a first love that would live on, not be her forever person)

In later seasons, I don't like Peter (he's useless)

I don't hate Scott as much as everyone during that big Stiles-Scott fight over Donovan- I'm on Stiles' side, but I think it's typical of their personalities/brought back up the heroicism that can be a fatal flaw of Scott (can't remember if they really explored that before or how that storyline ended to deduct if it was really worth it)

Looking back the True Alpha plot is kind of dumb??? (tbh, I still don't know how I feel about it) great concept, kind of got old/needed better execution, I think is a better way to put it

I don't hate Malia and Scott as a couple- bonus: I don't think the fact that they dated after Stiles was that big a deal, but I think the fact that they were rushed is was made it weird/unenjoyable to me (I both think they made more sense than Allison, and that it was a poorly-done, last minute attempt to throw in romance because they needed Scott to have an endgame, apparently)...I do think it would've hit if they'd developed them from the time Malia was turned back into a human and gave them a slowburn, since she clearly trusted him from that moment (also it kind of bothers me how fast they rushed Stiles and Malia-the show had the break between seasons & when they came back, everybody was just coupled up)

Mason & Brett > Mason & Corey (unsure if this is unpopular)

Season 6 isn't that bad; it's just the final episodes focus on the next generation (that never was) that makes it annoying and the imbalanced character focus on the season and things that don't add much value as a whole that made it a bit disappointing to watch

What are your most unhinged opinions about teen wolf I’m not talking “teen wolf the movie sucks” I want to hear HOT TAKES

[shywhumpauthor]

Noah’s going to get a caretaker who cares enough to spend ten thousand on him but not enough to sacrifice their office to turn it back into a guest bedroom

[inksandpensblog]

Still fascinated by how much hate Mitsi gets for the whole "dead fem-coded loved one backstory" thing and all the hangups surrounding that when Purple's mom is arguably a much more egregious instance of the thing everyone is upset about Mitsi for but she ultimately got a pass because...idk, she was The First?

[fromtheseventhhell]

I want to make a longer post about this someday but: I think Arya's TWOW arc is going to include her coming to terms with her identity as a Lady. This has been an ongoing conflict with her since her first chapter and I think her flowering in winds is going to mark a turning point. The theory of her having an apprenticeship with the courtesans holds a lot of weight and the idea of Arya going through puberty among a group of unconventional women she's fostered a positive relationship with is just too perfect. It would really have an impact on Arya reconciling her personal idea of what a Lady should be. There's also a lot that she could learn from them in terms of courtesies, communication, appearances, body-language, etc. that would elevate her current skill-set and ways her relationship with them could push the plot.

Not to mention she will undoubtedly reclaim her identity as Arya Stark, and her being a Lady is inseparable from that. Arya Stark is a Lady Stark and being a Lady is a social position, not a measure of how well someone preforms feminine tasks. She shouldn't have to relinquish her position because she doesn't fit patriarchal standards. That's not to say that she's ever going to be the perfect example of a traditional Lady but what I think will happen is that she becomes capable of playing the part. She plays several identities throughout the series but she's always been Arya underneath, so I think it's appropriate that she learns to adopt a "persona" that's part of her. Her remembering Ned putting on his "Lord's face" (+ the various examples of other characters being separate from their ruling persona) makes me think that Arya will be donning her "Lady's face" when she makes a return to Westeros.

[dolokhoded]

my one season 4 complaint is Where The Fuck Was Aneesa

[puhpandas]

as someone who isnt super excited for sotm for certain reasons I am really glad that like. it's clear that since ruin theyve been setting up for carnival and sotm IS carnival. so now that carnival is finally coming out, afterwards theyll be moving on to other plotlines since the main villain stuff is sorted out

I'm just rlly happy to finally see a clear direction for how the story is gonna be playing out with like "okay these games were leading up to this so after this will be open possibilites" instead of like. absolutely no info about each upcoming game and being left guessing before it releases and just having to wait and see what's in it and if anything you're looking forward to will be in it

it feels like they have a plan and a solid direction for what they're trying to do and after carnival releases thatll be all that buildup coming to fruition. & we already know from the Scott interview that theres another release 'beyond sotm' that's 'super exciting' so maybe thatll be focusing on another big currently untouched (which is basically all of them) plotline, or even the big campaign game that dawko has been calling security breach 2

[mrpenguinpants]

Omg you're back again hello 👀 how have you been????

Big mood on the "man I wish this author would finish their fic" LOL I've been rereading my own wiring recently and going wtf. Where's the rest of it?

For a limited time only babyyy

But I've been good. Extremely busy but it's okay, the pto is worth it. That's what I keep telling myself at least :) but how are you??? Is anything interesting happening? New developments perhaps 👀

The funny thing is that I've actually been talking with a few mutuals, and they've all told me that they recently went back to re-read their drafts. Maybe it's something in the air or we're all feeling a bit nostalgic? Or because everyone is on break since it's summer.

[not-a-matopoeia]

I think we should let men have a silly little breakdown every once in a while as a treat

[gilbirda]

watching house md in one go really makes you see when the writing went nosediving huh

[lovedaisy02]

What (annoying) anime character do you see a little too much of to the point you kind of wish they'd die?

Mine rn:

[torgawl]

a bit obsessed with the idea of kusakabe dying as a form of sacrifice to specifically protect/save somebody else. it's consistent enough with the theme of the past generation achieving no meaningful feats against significant threats but it's also ironic enough that someone without a technique and who claims their philosophy is primarily self-sacrificial - although he tends to stay from his own ideals in critical moments, proving he's not only brave when necessary but he does have a sense of responsabilty and guilt - ultimately redeems themselves through death resulting in the achievement of something his colleagues have failed to do. not that i'm wishing for him to die, i hope he doesn't. but it would also make a clear-cut distinction between him and a character like mei mei, who narratively serves a very similar purpose (besides her being a foil to nanami). to have someone be awarded by their selfishness just for it to not be worth much within a world and system that runs and sustains itself due to the sorcerer's labour power, whose only means of subsistence is to sell themselves away. a class of people who is doomed no matter what path they choose to take, as long as they do not break free from their duties and as long as the system doesn't collapse. a death that could serve as a symbol of punishment towards solidarity and altruism but a win for revolution.

[majormeilani]

never been the biggest fan of people who subscribe solely to the writing advice "your characters are only tools to tell your story" and then make the most flat and least compelling characters you've ever seen. like rip to you if you're so detached from your own characters but i'm over here crafting characters for my audience to actually care about and have an impact on my audience and not making characters who are just solely Plot Device The Character

[bombshellsandbluebells]

baffled how Rebecca’s whole psychic plot is going to wrap up though. truly don’t know what’s going on there

[flockofdoves]

the absolute 50/50 in the notes of that link i shared whether people are hating or thinking its cool that the black sails ships are being reused for one piece