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i moved will to this blog, please follow me over here, as this blog is going to be archived
i moved will to this blog, please follow me over here, as this blog is going to be archived
i moved will to this blog, please follow me over here, as this blog is going to be archived
i moved will to this blog, please follow me over here, as this blog is going to be archived
i moved will to this blog, please follow me over here, as this blog is going to be archived
do you think molly graham’s friends and family were ever like “GIRL blink if you need help”
Are you profiling me, Dr. Bloom?
luciferspoke:
@grahamcrackin said: “You’re legally obligated to keep holding me."
HE STIRS but doesn’t open his eyes; instead, he pulls Will in closer, embracing him tighter. Matthew buries his nose into the other man’s soft curls; he purrs before speaking, his voice thick and heavy from sleep – “Wasn’t thinkin’ of letting you go.”
A smile graces is lips, then he remembers, “You have work today, don’t you?”
Will presses his face into his chest. He hooks one of his legs with Matt’s, his arm sliding over his waist. It had snowed last night, leaving it colder than usual inside the house. Warm and comfortable, he doesn’t want to get out of bed. He wants to stay with Matthew. It’s the perfect day for it.
“Technically, only if I go,” he remarks wryly, tilting his head up to catch Matthew’s reaction, though without his glasses he’s little more than a blur even this close.
@luciferspoke
luciferspoke:
@grahamcrackin cont. from here.
Will goes still beneath his touch and Alan finds it adorably attractive. He tries his best to push away the beginnings of a smile that is forming along his lips, but he is unsuccessful, so he pushes forward. Gentle thumbs trail Will’s defined jaw and Alan bends slightly at his knees in order to better plant a kiss on the shorter man’s waiting mouth. Lips land gently along Will’s own, melding with every contour as Alan tastes. His intent had been only a quick kiss, introductory in nature, an easy transition from friends to more, but he’s parting his lips just as his initial aim is tossed out. His tongue is sliding in and now, he’s waiting for an equal response.
Will’s lips part easily. It should probably be a little embarrassing how completely he melts into the show of affection. He can’t even remember the last time he was kissed. His hand rests on the back of Alan’s neck, and someone’s mouth on his probably shouldn’t turn him on so much. It’s been a while.
It’s the last thing he wants to do in that moment, but he pulls back before he can get carried away. He has to admit it’s an unexpected turn of events. He honestly thought Alan avoided him on purpose.
“I, um,” he rolls his shoulders, looking up at Alan in a way that’s almost shy. He can feel his face flushing. “I think this is the first time we’ve ever been alone together.”
@luciferspoke
luciferspoke:
@grahamcrackin cont. from here.
Scowl settles in as blue eyes grow wide. Alan has grown used to Will’s tendency to snap upon hearing something he doesn’t particularly like or appreciate, even if it is the truth.
Still, the man’s contemptuous tone stung and left Alan feeling a little regretful, but only for a moment. He wouldn’t mind his own business if there was irreparable damage being done to someone he cared for. “I understand you’re under a lot of stress. That’s why it’s important, especially now, to take a step back and look at things objectively.” Despite the rather sour look that remains on his face, Alan keeps his voice flat and smooth hoping that cooler heads would prevail.
If Alan knew the true nature of his relationship with Hannibal, he would freak out. Will was never technically Hannibal’s patient, but he realizes how it looks, so they’re discreet.
He frowns, trying to think before responding this time. Will knows there’s a codependent aspect to what he and Hannibal have together. He even knows Hannibal actively works to encourage that dynamic. It should bother Will, but it doesn’t.
“I’m not sure what you expect me to do about it,” he tries, less hostile this time. Maybe he and Hannibal aren’t good for each other, but it’s the most rewarding and stimulating relationship Will’s ever had in his life. It feels like fate.
“I don’t expect you to understand.” Hell, Will doesn’t fully understand. It frightens him sometimes, how profoundly he’s bonded with Hannibal. “But this is worth it to me.”
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11/22/63, a novel by stephen king, sentence starters.
life turns on a dime. sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it?
a person who doesn’t learn from the past is an idiot, in my estimation.
when all else fails, give up and go to the library.
sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor. i’m no different.
the multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.
the devil’s voice is sweet.
sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story’s just a story.
humans were built to look back; that’s why we have that swivel joint in our necks.
in 1958, there’s always smoke.
we never know which lives we influence, or when, or why.
i’m one of those people who doesn’t really know what he thinks until he writes it down.
i’m crazy. crazy and having a terribly involved hallucination in a mental hospital somewhere. perhaps some doctor will write me up for a psychiatric journal.
hearts don’t really break. if only they could.
yeah, but what if you went back and killed your own grandfather?
why the fuck would you do that?
stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. the other is missed chances.
when you hide the truth from someone, you deny them their dignity.
we have been given pain to be astounded by joy.
we have been given life to deny death.
we did not ask for this room or this music. but because we are here, let us dance.
if there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples.
i’ll love your face no matter what it looks like. because it’s yours.
i know life is hard, i think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? why does it have to bite?
i was no longer walking around the house of cards; i was living in it.
like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn’t it?
explanations are such cheap poetry.
on the subject of love at first sight, i’m with the Beatles: i believe that it happens all the time.
when you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.
things do happen for a reason, but do we like the reason? rarely.
for most of us, i think it’s easier to admit doing wrong than being stupid.
sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.
life’s simplest answers are often the easiest to overlook.
do i know what people say? sure.
i know your mother lives in your head – almost everyone’s mother does, i guess – but you can’t let her have her way on this one.
don’t look back, never look back.
life is too sweet to give up without a fight, don’t you think?
ANGEL SEASON FIVE SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ You have reached Ritual Sacrifice. For goats, press 1 or say “goats”. ❜
❛ To sacrifice a loved one or pet, press the pound key. ❜
❛ Your run-on sentences have got a lot less pointless. ❜
❛ That’s why you’re going to loose. Because we possess the most powerful thing in the world: conviction. ❜
❛ I need to you initial here concerning your immortal soul. ❜
❛ News flash. You’re not cute when I’m angry. ❜
❛ He was fired. Oh, no, I’m sorry. He was set on fire. ❜
❛ A little tip. Try not to talk about things you don’t understand. ❜
❛ I don’t want to go. But it’s like, it’s like the ground underneath me is splitting open and my legs are straddling both sides of this bloody big chasm. It’s getting bigger. Pulling me in. ❜
❛ I know what’s down there, where it’s trying to take me. And it’s not the place heroes go. Not by a bloody long shot. It’s the other one. Full of fire and torment. And it’s happening. And I’m terrified… ❜
❛ How do you live with it? Knowing that you’ve killed people? ❜
❛ You don’t ever think about letting go? Disappearing somewhere? ❜
❛ If you separate yourself from the ones you love, the monster wins. ❜
❛ Is this the part where I say “who’s there?’ and something creepy happens? ❜
❛ I do deserve to go to Hell, but not today. ❜
❛ You think any of it matters? The things we did? The lives we destroyed. That’s all that’s ever gonna count. ❜
❛ So that’s it then. I really am going to burn. ❜
❛ Never much for small talk, were you? Always too busy trying to perfect that brooding block of wood mystique. God, I love that. ❜
❛ In my day, no self-respecting creature of the night went out on All Hallow’s Eve. ❜
❛ I’m busy. I’m brooding. ❜
❛ Hey, you want a piece of me, buddy? That’s right, keep walking. You walk alone! ❜
❛ Stop trying to be all valiant. You’re coming off like a self-pitying child. ❜
❛ Wow, turned on by a woman holding an enormous gun. What a surprise. ❜
❛ You never had any use for me as a child, and you can’t bear the thought of me as an adult. ❜
❛ Tell me, what is it that galls you so? That I was never as good at the job as you, or that I might be better? ❜
❛ If you’re here to tell me about how you killed your parents, perhaps it could wait for another time? ❜
❛ Is that what you think you are, a hero? ❜
❛ You never knew the real me. Too busy tryin’ to see your own reflection, praying there was someone as disgusting as you in the world, so you could stand to live with yourself. ❜
❛ Take a long look, hero. I’m nothing like you. ❜
❛ You made me a monster. ❜
❛ There’s no belonging or deserving anymore. You can take what you want, have what you want… but nothing is yours. ❜
❛ If you don’t kill, we won’t kill you. ❜
❛ Everything hurts, and then we die. Or in your case, everything hurts and… then you go on… and on… ❜
❛ Y'know, when you say it out loud it sounds really naïve. ❜
❛ Get a cab, you moron, and on the way, if a stranger offers you candy, don’t get in the van! ❜
❛ You’re empty. There’s nothing left. Just a shell. ❜
❛ Is pathological idiot an actual condition? ❜
❛ I never did think that much about the nature of evil. No. Just threw myself in. ❜
❛ I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the victims. ❜
❛ I don’t mind torturing her for the team. ❜
❛ Doesn’t matter what you try. Doesn’t matter where I am or how badass you think you’ve become. ‘Cause you know what? I beat the bad guys. ❜
❛ I really do fall for dumb ones. ❜
❛ You know how you’re always trying to save, oh, every single person in the world? Did it ever occur to you: you are one of them? ❜
❛ I naturally assumed you’d be lost without me, but this? ❜
❛ You’ll win this in the end. I just wish I could be there to see it. ❜
❛ I can’t stay. This isn’t me anymore. ❜
❛ We take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it. ❜
❛ Don’t ever go to a “free virgin blood party”. Turns out, it’s probably a trap. ❜
❛ I can keep it together, I can even handle dying, if I know it’s for a greater purpose. ❜
❛ Killing them’s not going to change the past. ❜
❛ We all need a reason to live, even if we’re already dead. ❜
❛ The vampire thing’s kinda sexy. ❜
❛ If cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win? ❜
❛ Are you saying we should start annoying other people? ❜
❛ You wanna kill me. Try. I don’t have time for your quirks. ❜
❛ There’s a hole in the world. Feels like we ought to have known. ❜
❛ I walk with heroes. Think about that. ❜
❛ Would you have loved me? ❜
❛ I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. No, that’s not-I think maybe even before. ❜
❛ I’m not scared. Please. Why can’t I stay? ❜
❛ The girl of your dreams loved you. That’s more than most people ever get. ❜
❛ I avoided the major organs. He’ll probably live. ❜
❛ We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief? ❜
❛ There’s hope that you’ll find something worthy. That your life will lead you to some joy. That after everything, you can still be surprised. ❜
❛ Look around. The world’s a cesspool, filled with selfish and greedy beasts. We live. We die. ❜
❛ Right, we need to set some ground rules. First off, no more punching me in the face! ❜
❛ You almost broke that guy in half! That was awesome! ❜
❛ These prophecies are turning out to be pretty overrated. ❜
❛ This whole fighting thing, I’m not… I’m not really sure it’s for me. ❜
❛ You gotta do what you can to protect your family. ❜
❛ I stabbed you. I should apologize for that, but I’m honestly not sure how. I think it’ll just be awkward. ❜
❛ My God, the speechifying! Has it ever occurred to you that right now might not be the best time for when-we-were-muck stories! ❜
❛ I’d claw my way back from the depths of hell to lay by your side. ❜
❛ Darling. It was just fornication. Really great fornication. ❜
❛ Let’s have a bath so the boys can weep in private. ❜
❛ You know, an ant with the best intentions or the most diabolical schemes is just exactly an ant. ❜
❛ Heroes don’t accept the world the way it is. They fight it. ❜
❛ About time we got our hands dirty. ❜
❛ For one bright shiny moment we can show them that they don’t own us! You need to decide for yourselves if that’s worth dying for. ❜
❛ Kill ‘em all. Burn the house down while we’re still in it. ❜
❛ We’re all one big happy Manson family. ❜
❛ I don’t remember what it was like. Being human. It was too long ago. ❜
❛ They’re all gone. Now it’s time you followed. ❜
❛ Let me say this as clearly as I can. You cannot beat me. ❜
❛ You don’t really think you’re gonna win this, do you? You don’t stand a chance. ❜
❛ People like you, who don’t care about anyone or anything, will never understand the people who do. ❜
❛ You drop by for a cup of coffee and the world’s not ending? Please! ❜
❛ Would you like me to lie to you now? ❜
❛ I wish to do more violence. ❜
❛ Let’s go to work. ❜
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
sorry for being so sexy i dont know whats wrong with me
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