#bitribbles

[urltrek]

@bitribbles has been nominated to win in the IDENTITY-CHARACTER, MINIMALIST, and APOCRYPHA categories by @milf-leeta, @trillgendermetaphor, and @uhuraborealis because “they sure are bi,” "These tribbles... it seems they’re bisexual” and “tribbles are indeed bisexual”

[girlgerard]

mira i LITERALLY cannot stop thinking abt this bitch you wrote

like HELLO???????? what the FUCK?????? this now. lives in my head rent fucking FREE like........... the sheer drama of it all.....,.,,, the betrayal.,.,.,,.,.. the VULNERABILITY,,.,..,,.,.,,..,,,., i’m gonna have to write this aren’t i. like. literally CANNOT get it out of my system

JAY FUCK ok ok ok i think about this every day of my life because. there are so many potential branches that could’ve been spurred from a mizumono kiss. if it was premeditated on hannibal’s part, we have a situation like chiyoh in s3 - he’s using seduction to take will’s guard down before he stabs him, and that would be a parallel of what will was doing all of s2!

but here’s the one that really deals psychic damage. if it wasn’t planned, it means that in the heat of the moment while soaked in blood and rain and both of them feeling more betrayed than they could imagine, their dams would break. i imagine specifically for hannibal that would’ve been the straw that broke the camels back - having exactly what he’d wanted for his entire life in his hands, he wouldn’t be able to resist because they’re both so clouded by grief. 

the rawness of a gentle, tear-ridden kiss while they’re both too shattered with heartbreak to repress any longer, and then will being gutted before they pull away because hannibal KNOWS if he doesn’t do it then he won’t be able to.

and that would fit in with the rest of s3 as well - hannibal’s misery and self-destructiveness in florence because hes tortured with how much he wants to go back to that moment in the kitchen. will’s confusion waking up and seeing abigail as a manifestation of his need for hannibal, telling jack that yes, he did want to run away with him, sailing all the way to italy with a grin on his face like a gothic heroine. hes searching after a lost lover, and when he finds him in bedelia’s arms, will is DRENCHED in bloodlust. 

anyway none of this makes sense but. pain. agony even.

[hadescavedish]

bunny manders!

Thank you very much!

[britomart]

HI VICKY!! hope ur doing well!! i know ive said this a million times before but i literally adore ur gifs <33 what program do u use to make them? they look so high quality!!

jayy hi!! ahh gosh thank you as always :')) andd to answer your question - i use photoshop! im pretty sure i dont actually make gifs the proper way but uhh i remember just looking up "how to make gifs on photoshop from video" and then going from there hjwnjssn , ooh also this is the tutorial i use for colouring !

[bensiskos]

ooh can i have an outfit? you can make it anything you want! love u ella hope you’re well!

(ID - a digital doodle of a base figure with a evil smile, they’re standing with one hand held up with a floating orb, and one holding a evil stick to their side. Drawn onto them is a blue long sleeved striped shirt, dark grey pants that are soaking wet at the cuffs, and silver jewelry. Their evil orb has blue waves in it, and their evil stick has water dripping from the tip. End ID)

Here u are you’re an ocean wizard now <3

[spocklesbian]

5 or 20? love u!! drink water!!!

hi! so this accidentally ran very long my apologies erljgbek im gonna put it under the cut thanks for this i had sm fun!

send me a mini fic prompt !!

20: things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

In my publications of the cases I undertake with Sherlock Holmes, I often speak of the long nights that regularly come with the process of detecting and identifying some criminal or the other. I do not exaggerate the frequency of these lengthy twilight vigils - if anything I underreport them - and I had by the time of this recollection been well accustomed to the uncomfortably cold circumstances of a night in which I resigned myself to crouching in some stable or alleyway that smelled of every unholy thing in the world put together. In those early days before he had become the household name he was now, many of our nights had been spent in this fashion.

Thankfully in this particular instance, the smell was not too bad, for we were in a shop that sold perfumes, lying in wait for some criminal who would soon be breaking in to supposedly avenge his sister. Or at least that was what I had sumrised from the little Holmes had told me over the past days. In any case, it was enough for me to feel grateful for my service revolver’s familiar weight within my coat.

Holmes, from beside me underneath the counter, rose a long finger to his mouth and shushed me.

“I wasn’t saying anything!” I whispered back, a touch indignant.

This time the finger had an accompanying shushing noise. Helped undoubtedly by the ridiculousness of the situation, I resorted to childish behavior and noiselessly stuck my tongue out at him instead. We were close, and huddled together as we were my tongue almost touched his cheek.

“Watson,” my friend tsked, and something about his terseness brought a chuckle out of me.

“This is the third consecutive day we have hidden ourselves this way, Holmes. What exactly are we waiting for?” whispered I.

“That will come in time! Now hush!”

“You could at least gain something in explaining some of the details to me, old chap.”

“Impatient are we?”

I rolled my head back, knocking it lightly against the wood of the desk. “Dreadfully.”

He rolled his eyes, but I could tell that I had amused him by the touch of his tongue to his teeth. I had trained myself to look for such details, in the three short years I had known him for so far.

“If I lay it all before you now, my dear Watson, I would have nothing to beguile you with later, and then what excitement would you have to spur you into following me into danger?”

Just then a large thud came from above, inconveniently but simultaneously timed, as I had just blurted in a whisper,

“You ridiculous man, I would follow you through anything!”

In the moment, there was nothing to be done about my statement, that at the time had felt like pulling my heart from my sleeve off and on display for him. His expression too, usually so well guarded, was undisguised and seemed to me a mix of shock and awe, and I myself was bowled over just seeing this great feeling flit across his face.

And then all of it was gone, besides the specific glint in his eye that I have since come to treasure now that it is much more familiar to me, “Come, Watson, we will address it later.” He then offered me his hand, and we unfolded from under our hiding place and into action.

[marlinspirkhall]

sleep if u can or get some water, love u!

skdjskdjsd i swear this only appeared in my inbox like 5 minutes ago but it’s 5pm here

I have some water and will be drinking more because it’s fish hours

[fagrengi]

*drops this into ur box like it’s elementary school*

FBDJDBDND THANK U JAY, happy valentine’s day to you! i am handing you a heart shaped lollipop and a worm on a string