Issay As A Silly Buck Tick Plushie

pretentious moment incoming but why is everyone's idea of fashion so fucking boring these days. why the fuck did my manager just ask me "what's with the scarf". "what's with the scarf" fuck man do I need a reason to wear a faggy little scarf now? you could just say "nice scarf man". what's with your attitude

writing is just sitting in front of a computer and making up problems for imaginary people while ignoring your own. fun and casual hobby.

「 Tears like Rain 」 I finally finished! Inspired by the latest fight

I'm so sorry if I haven't answered DMs too, I have been so sick 🫠 Writing is one thing but coming up with responses to human people takes much more brain than I currently have

Hannibal Photographer AU - 0.2

Second little chunk with unknown context under the cut

“I thought you said you weren’t going to get tired of me.”

“Who says I’m tired of you?” Will scoffs and glances at the suddenly very interesting floor. Hannibal glances up just as Will tips backward against the doorway and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“Well then what do you call it?”

“I call it being busy,” Hannibal replies, eyes once again on his book.

“That’s not even work.”

“Not everything is.”

“Then what do you call me?” At that, Hannibal lets the book snap shut and turns in his chair to face Will. Will is more than a little irritated that Hannibal looks like the subject of a painting sitting there, arm resting gently against the side of the chair, intense gaze on him.

“I call you, a specimen.” Will blinks. He’s not sure what he expected.

“I’m sorry, a—”

“A specimen.”

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