consummecadavres replied to your post: “Just read someone say that learning other languages is cultural appropriation”:
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consummecadavres replied to your post: “Just read someone say that learning other languages is cultural appropriation”:
hOW DaRE U WANNA LEARN HOW TO COMMUNICATE WITH OTHER PEOPLE
#StopRosettaStone2014
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To: Doctor LecterI either got mauled last night by a velociraptor or an angry lipstick lesbian. Could have been both.
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Mason awoke slowly, drowsy and weak. He felt numb all over, unable to remember what had happened, or where he was, or anything of the sort. He felt panicked for a moment and shifted in his chair before noticing the bonds. He struggled against them, but to no avail. He didn't worry though; he hardly ever worried. Besides, even in the confusion there was an air of calm. The sort of calm you feel the moment before you fall asleep.
And when he saw Hannibal in front of him, suddenly his mind went quiet and something clicked into place and he understood the calm. He understood everything. But he was no longer Mason Verger, the sadistic heir, but merely Mason Verger, the wealthy young boy. He didn't know how or why, he only knew that he was young, younger than he had been moments before.
The man he saw in front of him was no longer Hannibal Lecter. No, it was someone else entirely. He froze when he looked at him, when he really looked at him. He had the appearance of Hannibal, but something was different. It wasn't him. And although he knew somewhere in his mind it didn't make sense, all Mason could think was...
"Papa?"
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[ i guess the closest thing i have for a mason otp is vergercest in certain settings. it’s certainly an unhealthy relationship, and it only works with tv rather than book based margots, but eh. i still like it, and its the only ship i really have for mason. although i did once read a positively superb mason/hannibal fic. ]
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Hannibal Lecter is following me. Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd be happy to say. Should I be worried doctor? I haven't been rude have I?
"Come back to bed." //YOLO.
"Haven’t we already taken this as far as it can go?" Matthew mumbles and his muscles ripple with the effort of tugging his plain grey t-shirt back on over his sculpted physique. The dull blue-grey of the slowly brightening morning casts him in a somber light as he does his best to look anywhere but back at the bed. "I stretched you out on display and tried to take your life, and now we’ve done…this. Whatever this is or was, what could be accomplished by my staying?”