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hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

strawberrycircuits

don't worry about the fact it's just you and a mirror in the room.

weltenwellen

Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You

fairycosmos

you could go back but there is nothing and no one waiting for you there. LOL

ayasafia

havingapoemwithyou

my secret by Alex Dimitrov

othellho

Robert Bly, from Poems on the Underground

cojode

the new year

men call to each other on the water

In November of 1938, Will and Hannibal meet inside of Alcatraz State Prison. It doesn’t make any difference. Their story has only ever had one ending.

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excerpt:

The guard at the front of the line veers them left, up a winding staircase that leads to what looks to be the back entrance of the building. The doors open and smack against the outer wall with a heavy metallic thud. Will watches as the men are released from each other one by one, issued their uniform, and escorted into the cell block by a guard. Up above, the seagull continues to squawk and circle against the pale blue sky.

Will takes a step forward in line and considers the question of the ouroboros.

Perhaps it truly wasn’t aware it was consuming itself, though that seems unlikely.

Another step. The pavement is rough on his bare feet. His stomach growls.

Perhaps it revelled in the feeling of being the beginning of its own ending. That would be very poetic. Will wonders if great serpents care much for poetry and symbolism.

Another step. Will is released from the man in behind him and handed a gray-green jumpsuit with the number B1327-5 stamped across the front.

Perhaps it simply enjoyed the taste. Will suppresses an inappropriate laugh. He thinks he likes that answer the best.

He takes one last look at the California sky, at the seagull with its wings outstretched. He holds the image of it in the back of his mind, covetous for this piece of endless baby blue, though he wishes it had been dark when they arrived so he could have seen the night sky instead. He wishes for a lot of things. It is not likely he will get any of them.

“You there,” barks a guard. “Get a fuckin’ move on.”

Will blinks, watches the seagull sail through the blue sky from behind his eyelids. Free.

He steps inside.

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal fanfiction #will graham x hannibal lecter

dostoyevsky-official

not now, kitten. daddy's regime is collapsing

sustancy

avelera

I prefer bottom Jayce and top Viktor not for any high minded reason or any essay long meta, it is purely because I will always, always, to a perverse extent pick the opposite of whatever the average fandom preference is for top vs bottom even if it fucking kills me