#i was literally

[seaweedoverlord]

I GENUINELY FORGOT TO DRAW HIS SILLY LITTLE HAT I WANTED TO DRAW THAT SO BAD OH MY GOD I LITERALLY REALIZED I DIDNT DRAW THE DAMN HAT WHILE PUTTING ON MY SIGNATURE

[mashuheartwrites]

u ever cry about the horrible things ur going to put ur mc’s through and then still do it?

[gilligays]

it’s been two months, so i think it’s safe to say recency bias is no longer at play here. but on god, i had more fun (like genuine, unadulterated fun) watching nippy for the very first time than i have any other single episode of this show. on god,

[keir-mal]

Don't mind me. I'm just playing dress-up.

[rosemaryrockor]

i will NEVER get the way glannithro was done up btw. i was like...having a Religious experience watching GGIL cause i had to realize people just lied. abt their vibes. they interacted downright clownishly. Once. so the question then becomes what was ever appealing about Violent Abuse in lazytown

[wedding-shemp]

I draw the line at paying extra for gba games. for some reason that's a bridge too far for me.

[vylingas]

“ tell me no. ”

   Hannibal has always found life to be most beautiful at its extremes. Tension is all the more compelling for the knowledge that it will, assuredly, snap; the question—the appeal—merely lies in uncovering the particulars. In being party to both journey and revelation, experiencing both in all their raw, unfettered glory. Hannibal may, at times, apply the requisite pressure to instigate such a change, but he has never scored a fault line of his own, only deepened those already there. There is no beauty in blunt reproduction, and machination is only rewarding when enacted in service of some greater, unpredictable outcome.

   He has been anticipating the arrival of this particular breaking point in Will for some time now. Already, he finds it well worth the wait.

  “Certain objects, once set into motion, can’t be easily halted.” He swallows deliberately and keeps his hands at his sides, his posture still; as he has been wont to, recently, he forfeits control to Will, curious how he will navigate their current circumstance.

   It’s dark in the office, and Will’s hair gleams in the firelight. His entire figure is licked with shades of orange and yellow that pour out from the hearth behind him, casting his face and the front of his body in shadows. A fallen angel, perhaps, or, to be more mundane, a man who has finally turned his face away from false light. Darkness becomes Will in more ways than one, making sinister the beautiful, chiseled lines of his face.

   Freddie Lounds and Randall Tier were fortunate to have beheld such radiance at the ends of their lives, though Hannibal doubts they fully appreciated the gift they were granted. He wonders vaguely how Will’s expression might have changed while he killed them. Did he wear the same menacing calm that lacquers him now? Or did his face twist with judgment? Exhilaration, perhaps?

   If only Hannibal could have born witness.

   He wets his lips. Will’s face hovers inches from his own, and he can feel his own breath reflected back against him, see his own desires shimmering behind Will’s eyes.

   His lips quirk into a teasing smile; saliva floods his mouth. “Would you prefer I deny you?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. The prospect is certainly appealing—to be once more on the receiving end of Will’s fury, with no barriers or bars between them. To force Will to either live with his hunger or punish Hannibal for it, to invite his rage to turn into desire. They both know that Hannibal welcomes his advances, just as Will welcomes Hannibal’s in return, though they speak of neither the advances nor the welcome. But there are battles to be fought still. There would be no artifice in whatever struggle may blossom tonight, only a carnal redirection.

   Hannibal’s fingers twitch with the desire to touch. To be touched. Will’s knuckles had been bloody when he returned with the body of Randall Tier, and Hannibal had felt then the same hunger he feels now. Had swelled with the same pride, the same yearning. The same need to devour and be devoured in return.

   “No animal has evolved beyond the appeal of shows of force.”

[omegaverse-anesthesiologist]

why is ao3 is blocked on the hospital wifi????

[copepods]

crazy how 4 hours of work will literally take up my entire 15+ hour day. who allowed this

[fagtainsparklez]

having such an obvious favorite character trope is life ruining bro

[navysealt4t]

60k mentally unwell jay ferin. i want her

[just-spacetrash]

the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot

[spooksier]

passages that make you whisper "oh my god"

[biboomerangboi]

Saw this frame on a different reblog by @thatssroughbuddy but why does it look like Iroh is using his phone to take a photo of his nephew at a landmark

[dentpx]

I’m actually kind of amazed how many people do not understand this concept

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.