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peeing after robot sex so i dont get an hdmi
one time when i was 17 i watched an episode of doctor who (tennant years) that made me so inconsolable that i went upstairs to my mom and i sobbed like, "please don't make fun of me, i'm so upset about a fake person from a tv show right now i can't stop crying." she let me sit in her lap and tell her all about the episode and i stopped crying and said i felt so stupid and she started laughing and she said, "i once cried this hard in college over a star trek episode. want to hear about it?" i said yes and then while she told me about the episode she got upset all over again 30 years later and she started crying and then i started laughing about it so hard i started crying again
saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him
Had a dream where Hannibal got renewed for a 4th season and the only advertising campaign was that Hannibal and Will just Showed Up in random places on google maps and you'd see them doing stuff like drinking coffee in paris or standing on top of a train or them murdering various ppl. Noone was told where Hannibal and Will would be either so there were just a bunch of fans scouring every square inch of google maps for Hannigram sightings.
i go to bars and coffee shops and breweries and libraries and thrift stores all the time by myself and i have a chill banger time i love my own company. so why is the grocery store a warzone. im fighting for my life. barely make it out alive. if someone even looks at me i want to blow them up with my mind
My own descent into madness was not understanding how people found Mads Mikkelsen attractive, then watching a bunch of videos about him for research purposes, and then ultimately becoming a rabid fangirl
writing fanfiction until my tension headache spirals into a migraine
Do you envision a post-canon future where Hannibal stops hurting Will?
I think Hannibal would do anything to keep Will around. I think canon sort of proved this, in a way. So if hurting Will became unfunny to Will, then yes. But the problem is that Will enjoys that aspect of the dynamic and keeps circling back to it. I don't think he'd enjoy it as much without getting marked by Hannibal. So Hannibal would only stop if Will genuinely wanted him to. Because Hannibal doesn't actually need violence, but Will does, he's the one who craves it so intensely he repressed it. Hannibal craves something else, not violence itself. Like Will, like Francis.
Imagining Hannibal and Will shebang for the first time and Hannibal is so excited to dote on Will, but after taking just a minute to catch his breath, Will is already snoring, leaving Hannibal to pout at the edge of the bed like a sad dog
Post-orgasm Hannibal: very hyperactive, makes sure Will gets all the aftercare and affection, very cuddly, hungry
Post-orgasm Will: *turns his back to Hannibal and falls asleep in less than 5 minutes*
Will Graham single father headcannons:
the only reason why he had a child was because he became obsessed with the idea of normalcy
emotionally repressed and wouldn't know how to talk to you
conversations would be limited to "how was your day?" and "how was work?"
being emotionally present and vulnerable is uncomfortable for him
he would show up to teacher meetings just to reassure himself that he was taking taking care of you and cared about your grades/how you're doing socially
sometimes you would go on a walk together, make s'mores, or he would teach you how to fish
these little moments would keep you clinging to the idea that he really did love and care for you/convinces you that he was a good dad
his job takes up most of his time, so he would rarely be home
and when he is home, he's sleeping
when he would have to leave during the night, there would be a note and a pitiful breakfast waiting for you on the kitchen table
lots of babysitters, LOTS of them
he is obsessed with the idea of normalcy and that he would be a better father than his own, but he never puts in the work
"Don't forget to let the dogs out and feed them, I'll be back at 9" he isn't back until eleven
he keeps three meals on rotation and the rest of the days are filled with frozen food or take out
weirdly overprotective, but isn't actually there when it counts
the best he could do for a packed lunch is different kinds of lunchables
his emotional repression and social anxiety would cost you your social life, as it would be hard to make friends because you didn't grow up with a father who encouraged you to be social or teach you how to be confident
spontaneous rants about what is right and wrong/trying to instill a strong moral compass in you to compensate for his own self-doubt
he always drinks a glass of whiskey before bed
waiting for Will to show up for school performances and he's not there
you're often late to school either because of the babysitter or he doesn't get up quick enough
"Can we get ice cream?" "I'm sorry, baby. Not today, Daddy's a little tired. Maybe next time." "You're always tired..."
buys you things instead of apologizing
Supernova Love | spacedogs oneshot
There were four minutes and thirty-seven seconds left when a body slid next to his, just an arm’s length away. Adam focused on the ratty shoelaces of his midnight blue converses, not wanting to risk conversation. He was so close to this night being over. In three minutes he could just go home and lay down in bed, star projector on the ceiling, and a documentary playing softly in the background.
“Hey!” They yelled over the music.
Adam’s heart seized with anxiety, his chest clenching painfully, and he swallowed thickly. Maybe he could just pretend that he couldn’t hear them.
“Hey!” They yelled again, louder.
Reluctantly, Adam turned, his head heavy on his his neck, and looked. It was the guy from earlier with the silly shirt. He was taller up close and more intimidating than the little doggies let on. He had nice eyes though, sharp cheekbones, and a soft jawline. And he was sucking on another cigarette. The tip of it glowed in the dim room and a puff of smoke followed a moment later, the teen taking a moment to chew on the flavor.
“Hello…” Adam said. His nose wrinkled at the smell of cigarette smoke wafting his way. The guy smelled like he had already smoked a pack of them.
“You good?” He asked. “You’ve been here a while. You sick or some shit?”
Adam swallowed and replied, “No, I’m not. Just, uhm, overwhelmed.” He knew that he was half-shouting just so he could be heard over the music, but it sounded quiet to his own ears.
“Mm,” The guy acknowledged. His bony fingers plucked the cigarette from his lips and offered it to Adam.
Adam vehemently shook his head and the guy paused like he just realized something, then shrugged and took another drag.
Adam watched his cheeks sink in with the motion, strangely enraptured by the sight of it. The guy made eye contact with him for a second as he inhaled and Adam quickly looked away, it felt like a burn. When he exhaled, he turned the other way and Adam blinked in surprise.
”You gonna drink that?” He asked, gesturing to the drink in Adam’s hand.
”Uhm, no. I don’t drink,” Adam said timidly. He forgot he was even holding the cup.
”What?” The guy asked, leaning closer to hear him.
”Uh- I-I said I don’t drink!” Adam repeated louder. The smell of cigarettes become stronger and his head spun from it. The strangers face was startlingly close for a moment and he felt like he could barely breathe.
“What?!” They guy exclaimed, reeling back. “You don’t smoke or drink? The fuck’re you doing here then?” A few ashes fell off the tip of his cigarette.
Adam’s face felt hot, irrationally embarrassed about not participating in casual substance use. “I’m here for my friend!” He explained.
”Oh yeah? Where is he?”
She, Adam wanted to correct, but it felt pointless.
“Uhm I don’t know.”
”So, he just left you here?”
”I guess.”
The other teen’s upper lift lifted into a little snarl, something that Adam didn’t see a lot of people do. Then, he muttered something, but Adam was never good at reading lips.
”What?” Adam asked.
The guy waved it off, taking another drag from his cigarette. It was too short to keep sucking on, so he dropped it and snuffed it out under his leather boot, then picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket. Adam wondered how many were in there.
From his angle, he watched the other teen’s shaggy ashen-blonde hair flop from its gelled style and when he stood back up, a few strands had fallen over his forehead. It looked better this way, he thought, but the guy ran a hand through his hair to smooth it back. Adam could see the sweat on his neck glistening beneath the strobe lights.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asked.
With you? Adam wanted to say, but he nodded regardless because he really, really did want to leave. He would rather leave with a stranger than stay a moment longer.
Shirt Guy—Adam was calling him that in his head now—walked past him and through the doors. He trailed behind him like a shadow, face-to-face with little dachshunds. The outside air was blissfully cool and he took a deep breath of fresh air, savoring it as his lungs expanded. They walked down the steps descending into the roundabout in front of the mansion and sat next to each other on the last one.
“So, what do you do if you’re not drinking or smoking?” Shirt Guy asked. His voice sounded different when it was quiet and he had an accent that Adam somehow didn’t notice until now. He was just too overwhelmed before to register it.
“Uhm, I read or go to the park. I go to the museum too…when I can,” Adam said. He wondered why Shirt Guy was even talking to him, he didn't think he was interesting enough.
Shirt Guy grinned wolfishly and said, “So, you’re a nerd.”
Adam’s lips pursed in displeasure. “I guess,” He shrugged. “What do, uh, what do you do?”
”I fix cars.”
”Oh,” Adam said. “Cool.”
Shirt Guy snorted like he knew that Adam didn’t actually care and that was a little embarrassing.
“You like milkshakes?”
“...Milkshakes?”
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64567516
does anyone else constantly think about the way Hannibal said "we will make it together" in 2x10 when he thought they were cooking freddie together... and weep at how excited and soft Hannibal sounded in that moment? babygirl was seriously falling in love 😭 imagine Hannibal being so excited to cook that meal with Will because it would be his very first time sharing the cannibalistic side of himself with someone he believed accepted him and wanted to share that aspect of his life; wanted to be close in a way he'd never been with anyone before. imagine young Hannibal eating alone after his very first kill and believing this was how it would always be; having to stay hidden and eat these particular meals alone because no one in their right mind would feel comfortable eating what he cooked and made into something beautiful if they knew.
then, Hannibal met Will. don't even get me started on Hannibal's shy smile when they were eating together after cooking because can you imagine all the emotions swirling inside his mind? of finally being seen and accepted? and Will is still here sitting at the table encouraging Hannibal's eating habits?
and then Hannibal learns it was all a ruse?
running into a corner to sob for all eternity
I think my psychiatrist is evil, Snoopy...
Stay with me: Will and Hannibal have been fighting for months about their criteria for hunting in a post-fall world, never able to agree on what murders are justified, who deserves or doesn’t deserve to be punished… and then the cybertruck is introduced
If I ever end up smoking cigarettes, just know that it wasn't me giving into peer pressure, I made that decision all by myself
no one talks enough about how hannibal canonically calls will ‘boy’
If you think Bedelia told Will that Hannibal was in love with him, you're wrong.
When Will asks her plainly, “Is Hannibal in love with me?”, Bedelia does not offer the comfort or constraint of a simple “yes.” Instead, she replies: “He daily feels a stab of hunger and finds nourishment at the very sight of you.”
This is no evasion, but precision. Bedelia is the consummate observer, the only one perhaps capable of reading Hannibal accurately not through empathy but through pure intellect, refrains deliberately from naming the feeling as love. Because she knows better.
To say Hannibal is “in love” would be to reduce him to the category of the ordinary. It would be to align his experience of desire with that of humans, those who love and pine, who miss and regret, who fall and suffer. But Hannibal does not fall. He devours. He consumes. His longing is not sentimental but carnivorous. He is not wounded by love but sharpened by appetite.
Hannibal and Will both occupy a liminal space beyond the structures that define conventional emotion. They are not simply men, but something Other. Beasts, Fallen Angels, mirrors of each other’s darkness. For Bedelia to claim that Hannibal loved Will would not only be false, it would betray her own intelligence, and her understanding of what Hannibal is. Hannibal does not love in human terms. He feels hunger, fascination, aesthetic rapture, a sublime compulsion that transcends the human vocabulary of affection.
And that is precisely why Bedelia’s choice of words matters. He finds nourishment at the very sight of you. That is not love. That is need on a mythic scale. So, no, Bedelia did not tell Will that Hannibal was in love with him. She told him something much worse.
I don't know if anyone cares but I just passed my permit test! This was a huge milestone for me as my depression and anxiety has impacted my life in such a debilitating way. Passing this test has made me excited for the first time in a long time and I can see myself a bit farther on the future having a job and going back to school. I'm so happy I can't even right now!!
CHILTON AND HIS FUCKING TOTEM OF UNDYING HOW TF ARE YOU ALIVE
Watching Hannibal, Will, and Abigail's relationship progress is like watching a deer about to get hit by a car
(Abigail is the deer, Hannibal is the driver, and Will has the moral dilemma of calling for help, grabbing the steering wheel, or ignoring what just happened)
The Hand of God
Everything gets lost in a rising tide
cathedrals (hannibal references) everywhere for those (me) with eyes to see (autism)
As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'
I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'
