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...and then I had a very nice long whatsapp conversation with @julstragedy where we pretty much wrote our very own explicit star wars rps porn =‘)

GOOD TIMES

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I had a HP and the Half-blood Prince watch-along with @julstragedy last night and it was awesome all the drarry feels :'D

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julstragedy replied to your post “They’re finally releasing the final episode of Life is Strange in a...”

This game fucked me up completely! I love it, but I also kinda hate it. It's awesome and you really get into it, like really involved in her life and ugh. It's so good! Have fun playing it, dear! :3

I've played through the first two episodes and I think it's safe to say I'm hooked. I love the mundane setting and how real it feels and I also like the characters, though I feel anxious every time I have to hang out with Chloe. I wish she'd put that damn gun away >__<

angrymadsygin replied to your post “Back from Crimson Peak! I’ll talk about it here a bit without any...”

I won't get to see it very soon and I don't mind spoilers. I already know what to expect, but that won't deter me. I'll be able to focus on detail, of which this movie is so packed! Can't wait! You lucky one! <3

I was spoiled for one key moment from the very end, but that didn't take away from my overall enjoyment of the film. It's such a gorgeous looking movie and Tom hasn't looked this good since his Thor 1 days *__*

carthl replied to your post “Back from Crimson Peak! I’ll talk about it here a bit without any...”

Yay, sounds like you enjoyed it! I'm seeing it on Monday myself - I think it's the first time in a loooong while that I'll be seeing a regular 2D movie. I'm looking forward to that :D

Yeah it was refreshing to watch a movie without those heavy 3D glasses. Plus Crimson Peak would be terrible in 3D because the movie is so dark and post-production 3D often makes the image even darker. Lemme know what you think of it when you see it!

schaudwen replied to your post “Back from Crimson Peak! I’ll talk about it here a bit without any...”

YESSSSSS I feel exactly the same way about wanting to watch it again just for all the detail!

I actually just found out that the guy who did the set design for Bram Stocker's Dracula also designed the sets for Crimson Peak, so no wonder I was reminded of Dracula! The movie is such a gorgeous mix of grotesque and delicate. And it's not just the manor that's done well, I also liked all the Buffalo stuff and really felt like I'd gone back to the late 19th century.

kaytindeed replied to your post “Back from Crimson Peak! I’ll talk about it here a bit without any...”

I'm signed off work sick (going on nearly a month) so can't see this yet & I'm devastated, not worth the risk of being seen out plus I couldn't sit through it without coughing fits because of my chest infection. I'm looking forward to it though

Oh man, that sucks :( I hope you get better soon because this movie really was worth the wait! I had high expectations for it, though I knew very little about it going in, but it was even better than I had hoped.

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julstragedy replied to your post:hi new followers thanks for following me who’s...

wish I could follow you a second time :D

ahhh <3 thank you so much kat :D 

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julstragedy replied to your post:julstragedy replied to your post:my german...

Das freut mich! ^-^ Hier ist es kalt und ungemütlich. brr. Ja, deutsch ist tatsächlich meine Muttersprache (: Welche ist deine?

Ah, so toll! Es freut mich, dass du auf meinen Post beantwortet hast! Sagen sie auch 'Post' in deutsch oder nicht?

Meine Muttersprache ist serbisch und ich lebe in Serbien [aber jetzt bin ich bei meiner Tante in Slowenien]. Woher bist du?

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julstragedy replied to your post:my german speaking followers should really talk to...

Wie geht’s, wie ist das Wetter? Alles cool bei dir?

hallo!! Es ist bei mir gut, und das Wetter ist auch ziemlich schön - nicht zu kalt oder zu warm, perfekt!  Und bei dir? Ist Deutsch deine Muttersprache?

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Angsty Meme: "Just leave me ALONE!" or "It's all YOUR fault!" Something angry. :'D

"Just. Leave. Me. Alone." Will punctuated each word with bite, glaring at Hannibal from where he stood, on the porch of his home. His isolated slice of exclusion, his island. A place no one was supposed to penetrate. Especially this man-

This monster.

"That's a rather unwelcoming greeting, William," the man said, inclining his head, "Considering how long it's been."

Will's hands fisted at his sides. Beneath his t-shirt, his stomach burned. The long, curving, white scar, the pucker of a broken seam in flesh- it screamed knowing the man who had caused it was back. Back after three years of hunting. After letters and those little teasing hints left behind, after three years of Hannibal being a ghost- first a livid haunting, then a spot in a photograph, and then simply a ghost story-

He was living again.

"It could be a hundred years, I'd still want to see you burn." Hannibal dared to take a step, and Will turned, slamming his door shut. Oddly enough, he did not feel threatened by Hannibal's return- somewhere, he had known it was coming, in the back of his mind, the base of his spine. He knew Hannibal would return for him.

He'd gotten all his letters.

They read like classical love poetry.

He'd burned all of them.

Will stormed through the house, to the kitchen for his whiskey. He heard the door open- he hadn't locked it, he could have, should have, didn't believe in it. No matter what, Hannibal was coming into his world again.

Will poured his whiskey into a glass, downed half of it as Hannibal appeared in the doorway. The dogs, lounging about the front room, hadn't so much as growled. few tails had wagged. They remembered Hannibal, they liked Hannibal- they hadn't known Hannibal was the one who had cut daddy open.

"Here to finish the job?" Will placed a hand against his belly, frowning. Hannibal watched the movement with keen eyes.

"I had not wanted to hurt you, Will. You left me no choice."

"Bullshit. Bull. Fucking. Shit." Will down the rest of his glass, slammed it down on his table. "I warned you! You...you could have left. Just gotten up and run."

"Not without you."

"You damn well left without me anyway." Will turned, poured himself more whiskey. His hands were shaking. His stomach burned like fire. He downed half the glass again. "Don't lie to yourself- to me. You stuck around because you wanted to shove a knife in my belly."

"You betrayed me, Will." Hannibal's voice gained life, inhaled the smoke from the flames in Will's eyes. "You lied. You would have taken my life- and if not that, at least my freedom. I let you see me, and you made your choice."

"Don't blame this on me!" Will slammed his glass down, whiskey sloshing onto the table. "This is all your fault! If you had run-"

"Then what? Would you chase me, William? Would you follow me through the confines of the world until you had me cornered?"

"Once." Will folded his arms, needed to build a wall between he and Hannibal. His scar was throbbing, it longed for something- to be touched, to have Hannibal examine his work. For him to approve of the wicked gash in Will's threads. "I would have, yes. Would have chased you, found you. Had you."

Hannibal's mouth went slack at that, left a slight part in those red lips. Will took the moment to take him in, properly. His hair was a bit longer, fully grey now. There was stubble on his chin, and without his suit, left in a dark button down, sleeves rolled up and well worn- he looked a different man. Will swallowed the lump in his throat. Thought, for a moment, about the possibility of forgetting what this man had done, thinking of this Hannibal as someone different from the put-together man who had torn everything apart.

But he knew he couldn't. Those hands were blood stained beneath the flesh, and Will knew if he let the man hold him, if he buried his face in the crook of his neck, there would be an underlying scent that was always Hannibal- blood and desire. Will would never forget it. He could never forgive it.

Will watched as all the realization washed over Hannibal. He had judged Will so wrong, and it made the younger man smirk now, an ugly movement of lips because he wanted Hannibal to break.

"You had your chance," Will said, "You made your choice. Get out of my house, Dr. Lecter- before I gut you, like you tried to gut me."

Hannibal took Will in one more time- his flannel shirt and curls and glasses and the ugly hatred in his eyes and on his lips. There was not a trace of the affection, the admiration, that had once graced his handsome features. It was replaced, drained and bled out on his kitchen floor and transfused in a hospital for a hatred most ugly.

Hannibal turned his back on Will, walking away from him. Will watched him disappear, listened to the door to his house opening and closing. He could have called it in, even if he'd given up his work with the FBI over a year ago. Somewhere he had Jack's number scribbled down- even if the man's zeal was gone, died with his sweet Bella. He could have called him, but it wasn't worth it.

Hannibal Lecter was as good as dead to Will, in that moment.

And Will Graham- he was as good as dead to himself as well.

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I used them both! Oh god angst, it hurts. It hurts to not add fluff!