Unpopular Opinion Meme: 

Can we all just sit the fuck down and acknowledge that there is no assigning a more or less “innocent” tag to ANY member of the titan trio??? They each have SEVERE vices, all of them varied and complex, as WELL as reasons that explain their behavior in some way and humanize them to an extent.

Throwing around bullshit arguments of why ANNIE IS MORE INNOCENT!!! or REINER AND BERTHOLDT ARE MORE INNOCENT!!! gets nowhere and just creates a bullshit dichotomy. They all have their individual reasons, crimes and motivations, but they are part of the SAME GODDAMN GROUP. SIT DOWN SHUT UP AND THE GUY IN THE BACK KEEP YOUR MISOGYNIST GARBAGE TO YOURSELF.

【 ♚; 】— it’s surprise that registers fist for the soft-eyed brunet, as his breath hitches and knots tightly as he breathes her in deep. Flashes of cornsilk gold elude his keen gaze for an instant as her weight shifts gently into his side. He’s awestruck to say the least, completely overwhelmed by the sweet scent of mint, lavender and a scent so uniquely her he’d have trouble mistaking it otherwise.

Rather than tensing in sharp relief, he exhales heavily, as if a weight has been lifted from his very soul as he rests his head gently against hers, lips teasing gently across the fine spun silk of her soft locks, in a whisper of gentle affection and acceptance. His arm, almost imediately shifts upward to accomidate her closer into his space, sealing gently around her lithe frame, with all the give in the world to allow her all the distance and space she should require. It’s with a practiced flick of his wrist that a blanket falls over her slim frame from the couch-back, the connection between them humming in much needed reassurance and security.

SEND IN ☽ FOR A MOODBOARD OF OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP.

Annie Leonhardt & Marco Bodt.

not another munday meme • accepting!

 ☯ What’s your dream tattoo?

( well, when i was younger and way more weeaboo i wanted to tattoo the himegimi kanji on the back of my neck, and i think i would still go with that since the word ‘princess’ has different meanings to me and related to the ones i love )

 ☽ What muse do you want to rp with?

( stares off in the sky…  pls gods be good and give me a reiner braun…  )

SHE NEVER LIKED it, the gloomy sensation given by prisons --she never liked prisonry in general, the idea itself of repressing something and hiding it from the sight as if nothing happened and deserved to be hidden into strands of sand and concrete was always giving her chills despite the tickling of a flame warming her cheek. She might not like it, but she knows --for a greater good, for the safety of many, prisonry has to be used as a mean. And while trapping humanity inside walls could be seen as a double edged sword --despite knowing the whys and the reasons, the line of thought that brought them where they were now, knowing how a will has been so powerful to  t r a n s c e n d  and control others for centuries-- they were finally getting rid of, she was glad somehow for the bars separating her from the chained figure from the other side.

Annie Leonhardt could easily kill her, if she could. It wasn’t a mystery --Historia being known for being fragile despite being able to flip an adult man and wield the same mechanism used by very skilled soldiers way taller and muscly than her. But Historia still was a weak mind in search of an identity, a guard weak and easy to break whenever she would turn her back --and that’s why the other girl ( the Female Titan ) was locked in there, freed from the crystal trapping her for months but still rendered unable to transform.

For the greater good.

His shoulders sag, bangs falling in front of his eyes. There’s no particular novelty or importance to the step he’s slumped himself against--except perhaps a certain melodrama, the way the light shower mists over the stone. Even subconsciously, he endeavors to make a scene of himself. He doesn’t know what else to do--what else to be, if not dramatic.

Still, the cold bites at his hands, at the worn down patches of his jeans where the fabric has grown thin. Eld’s brow furrows at the sound of footsteps, and a brief flick of his eyes give way to a familiar figure. His chest twists. Playful as it often is, Eld is in no mood to be argumentative. Instead, he shrinks, averting his eyes in some childish attempt to go unseen.

&&. confessional meme

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[text]: THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!

[text]: HES NEVER HAD A FALAFEL!

[text]: ANNIE!!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS????? DO YOU KNOW HOW READY IVE BEEN FOR THIS VERY MOMNENT

[text]: FALAFEL NIGHT ANNIE!! THERE IS NO BETTER ROMANTIC SETTING

[text]: i will send you some as thanks i honestly have no idea why i wouldnt know something so INTEGRAL

[text]: wait holy shit

[text]: can you come over actually

[text]: you’re not a bad cook can you help me MAKE THESE FALAFELS A REALITY