✞ he, who sings.

[mcrtyrdom-deactivated20170407]

                    tfw yr muse gets blueballed like 4 times in one week

[discoballfcrjesus]

uh oh

[discoballfcrjesus]

@denegocio from here: † .

txt: cariño [ 4:07PM ] No. txt: cariño [ 4:08PM ] Probably until you make up for it with the Cs. 4. txt: cariño [ 4:08PM ] You know what the 4th stands for? txt: cariño [ 4:08PM ] CARE. txt: cariño [ 4:09PM ] Dick.

[skittle479]

[mcrtyrdom-deactivated20170407]

-pulls the tired will's head in his lap and pets him to sleep-

                    he didn’t have much of a chance at staying awake to begin with, dragging himself through the door and barely managing to drop his coat before he collapsed on the mattress. it’s a faint tug he can’t be bothered to analyse enough to know what it is, the feeling of jonas pulling his shoes off for him, covering him with a blanket. & as if all that isn’t enough, will shifts ever so slightly to accommodate that his head has been pillowed on something much more comfortable than their cheap excuse for a bed, and the edges of his fading consciousness even further blur when those gentle fingers card through his curls.                     he swears he hears the soft sound of a laugh above him, an affectionate murmur of a welcome home. whatever he’d attempted to say in reply comes out only as a sleep-laden little groan. it hardly takes a full minute longer before he’s out like a light. 

[tayslaysswift]

[carnivcre-incarnate]

“Good thing I traded a heart for larger lungs to blow skirts off girls and pigs out of houses or else that would have really hurt,” he retorted, though the trade was a giant lie, merely meant as a joke and connection to his past with the Three Little Pigs.

[discoballfcrjesus]

❛ pigs out of houses? ya’re talkin’ like, uh, like ya’re some big bad wolf but i have a feelin’ that ya’re nothin’ more than a harlmess lil pup. all talk, ‘n’ hell, i haven’t seen a single time ya left this bar with a fine chick. stop barkin’ ‘n’ go ‘n’ get that one’s number ower there. ❜ jonas turned his back toward the counter and laid against it, with his head he nodded toward ashblond beauty, already chatting with a guy. they didn’t look like a couple, just another unfortunate man trying to get a one-night stand. ❛ c’mon, tiger. prove ya’re an alpha. ❜

[discoballfcrjesus]

@mcrtyrdom continued from here: † . 

❛ maybe i had a reason not to. ❜ his smile died at that point, eyes locked with his chaser’s. ❛ or maybe i just didn’t see why i would keep runnin’. or maybe i realised somethin’ else... ❜ at this point his smirk reappeared and the fake reverend slowly started to approach the man, known as ‘officer graham’, and without straight looking at will’s hand he noticed the way graham hesitated. it was a game of cat and mouse, and jonas happened to be the finest mouse until now. why he didn’t run? simple curiosity -- this miserable, underpaid yet dedicated man was right after him, it was more than just a job graham only did because he was told to. he wanted to catch jonas, wanted to end the well built lies, wanted to reveal it was jonas pulling the strings, he wanted to take revenge for all those people who were tricked and robbed by him for false promises and hopes by throwing jonas in one of the shittiest cells. and now this man was hesitating -- jonas felt it, he knew. he knew there was nothing else for such devoted guy than his job: no one who waits for him, no one to go home to. the world, for a little while became only their. it was just him and jonas and the conman had a perfect sense to realise that -- officer graham was too easy.

❛ so? what are ya gonna do now? ❜ he’s right there, used the little height difference between them to show his confidence while his fingers were wandering over the handcuffs on graham’s belt. oh, the things he could do to this man...  ❛ we both know what you should do but... will you? ❜

[discoballfcrjesus]

[ciorane]

Commission for @hannibalsketches! Chilton belting out a song, to illustrate this fanfic

>>>> COMMISSION INFO <<<<<

[hannibalmorelikecannibal]

Raúl Esparza in A Clean, Well-Lighted Place (1994)

[brakehagen-deactivated20161009]

i’ve been laughing at this for like 8 minutes straight

[discoballfcrjesus]

@denegocio, @mcrtyrdom wonk

[raulesparzaisababe-deactivated2]

( @mrschiltoncat did I do it right? )

[frederick-chilton-ruined-my-life]

[discoballfcrjesus]

@denegocio wink

[vadasultenfuss]

[skittle479]

[50-21feltstead]

Jonas 😍😍😍

[carnivcre-incarnate]

“It’s not every day that I meet a chap that looks exactly like me, but who said anything about a drink? If anything, I’m sliding a drink over to that long legged brunette over there. Maybe she’ll wrap those long legs around me later tonight.”

[discoballfcrjesus]

the smile which appeared a moment ago faded away as fast as it came -- this bloke was clearly no fun, at least at first sight. just another unfortunate guy who can’t even be helped with a miracle.

❛ whatever bro, never mind it. some people are born like that, unable to get a joke. n that’s clearly not what the chicks fall for, trust me. i’ve been through plenty to say that -- since this seems to be the only thin’ ya’re interested in. ❜

[kuutamosonaatti]

It’s getting harder and harder to make myself look. Well, nobody’s asking you to look alone. But I am looking alone. And you know what looking at this does.