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insert they have chemistry pun here

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crying because I was enjoying a fic but then will called hannibal "han", unironically ;_;

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i'd like to think that there was a universe where it all worked out for us in the end, but that's not this one

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Love how I’ve never read a Hannibal fic where Will is actually freaked out by the cannibalism. Like he’ll discover it and, without fail, be like “..eh whatever” and continue eating.

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x

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dinluke advent 8 <3 (the man is so far gone)

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Hannibal fans will condone cannibalism but draw the line at a bit of cheeky invasive journalism

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Round 2 - Bracket #6

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Welcome to me trying to convince myself to revise for my exams by inserting my lecture material into six of crows quotes

Kaz leaned back. “What’s the easiest way to determine a gene’s function?”

“Knock it out?” asked Inej.

“Modify it?” said Jesper.

“Molecular tools?” suggested Nina.

“You’re all horrible,” said Matthias.

Kaz rolled his eyes. “The easiest way to discover a gene’s function is infect it with a virus. You change its behaviour and you can compare it to what it used to do. The Rous virus is going to do that job for us,”

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I am re-listening to The Two Princes podcast and they are so wesper coded

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Will and Hannibal are both so lonely, but I don’t think Hannibal realized how lonely he was until after he met Will. Hannibal knew he was alone, but never felt lonely. Meeting Will exposed all the cracks and gaps and empty spaces within him, all the places yearning for someone to understand him, see him, love him. Someone to really get inside, past all the layers, and accept him. Will filled in all those hollow spaces Hannibal didn’t even know he had. Will made him feel complete, nourished, whole. Will’s absence exposed the little wound inside Hannibal, forcing him to feel it all, feel lonely. What he thought was a scar was a mere scab holding all that hurt back like a weak dam, and Will peeled it away. and without Will, Hannibal was bleeding, weeping, and lonely. They are blurred, fluid and filling in and cradling all the pieces of the other they were afraid to share with anyone else. There is no surviving without the other, for they could never be truly complete again.

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☀️ T4T Wesper summer real! ☀️

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That is quite literally not what the light pink userbox with pastel pink border and pastel pink text reads

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Yo Tumblr, why the fuck do you think I want this ad?

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Modern Merthur are Heartstopper, Modern Merthur are Red White and Royal Blue

NO. They are young royals. A blond prince with too much pressure from his parent to keep a good figure and a poor boy who breaks down the princes barriers one by one treating him like a normal person instead of a crown prince.

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the thing i really love about dinluke is that yeah, the characters on a fundamental level work really well together because of their parallels with religion and their steadfast beliefs and how insanely powerful they both are in their own ways, but they are also the two most touch starved people i have ever seen - like warriors being soft and gentle with each other is one thing, but din and luke??? din and luke who have both tucked themselves away from the world, who have fought and clawed and killed for everything they have- din and luke who have both been, objectively, lonely people- finally giving in to the gentleness and care the other has to offer? oh. oh. i just keep thinking that it was first time they touch, no armour, no robes, just the softest, most innocent touch, where the resolve between them crumbled. both of them feeling that full-body, high energy feeling of someone else just touching you. shaking hands and hitching breaths. an all consuming feeling of comfort- of rightness- of allowing this person to give what has been denied. to wash the blood and dirt and pain away and see what’s underneath. beyond the helmet and beyond the titles. you cannot tell me that din and luke wouldn’t be the most tender with one another, seeking out touch at times for nothing more than reassurance. to feel that boundless connection that binds them together in the force, racing across their skin. allowing themselves to finally break from fighting, and rest instead.