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[pitifulthing-a]

sentence prompts ➝ ❝What’s the point in saying you love me like a friend?❞ ( hehe hope this is alright~ )

marina & the diamonds sentence prompt.

           ❝ Love can be perched beyond that of the romantic and unconditional. Platonic love is just as reasonable and believable as the rest— not to mention the attachment to a person could very well be described as a form of love as well.❞

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       ❝ It wasn’t a question in the validity of any one certain form of love,       but rather, a question in where the lines of the specific love that you       direct towards me begin…. and end. What that line encompasses. ❞

He feels compelled enough to ask now, a question that itches at the back of his mind after in-depth and very telling discussions with a certain blonde-haired female psychiatrist. A question that, in return, makes Will often question himself and itches all the more vehemently after a dive into the ocean, only to emerge confused and a man on the run. Even now, he regrets inquiring due to the way this topic so easily makes him feel dissected and vulnerable—- a flicker of soured emotion, before the poker-face falls carefully back into place and Will changes the subject as to save himself the raw ache that twists in his chest, busying himself with cleaning the table.

                     ❝ Nevermind; think I’m just tired. Rambling. Maybe I’ll turn in early. ❞

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

Neither pleasure nor pain should enter as motives when one must do what must be done

Julius Evola, Ride the Tiger: Survival Manual for the Aristocrats of the Soul (via alleyspat)

[iletyouseeme-deactivated2016020]

Starter for @nigellecter for Will in Mafia AU thing

Starter for @ohthosepoorunfortunatesouls for clannigram

Drafts

Fanfics (incl xmas drabbles and WIP’s)

Icons (xmas presents)

Mood board for certain verses

Relationships page

Aggressively annoy @fadingxempathy, @atrappedfly, @ohthosepoorunfortunatesouls, @mcrtyrdom, @and-when-it-turned-to-ash , @firstprxnciples, @throatexposed, @lecteronthelam, @nigellecter about being his cushy marsh mellow :P also slap other people because I feel like it and generally write a lot of crack and shrug on responsibilities! 

Let muse check out own butt in mirror…. repeat this step between every number above.

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yesyesyes please aggressively annoy because it’s never ever annoying ily and the muse is forever stuck in a state of making grabby-hands motions in hannibal’s general direction~

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"☤" *hurls this into your ask box and squeals excitedly*

Send me a “☤” For my muses reaction to waking up with your muses head between their legs.

He’s in and out of dreams, before they take a turn for something hot andburning—-    has him aching and all too eager  when hands pet over hisskin and are joined by soft tongue and the nip of teeth.    A soft, pleased noise and hips rut forward from  the mattress and into a wet mouth whenit closes over the dull throb of his arousal, it’s rare that he has dreams ofthis nature,   but never unwelcome.    Eyes roll back behind their lids and mouth remains parted in his sleep, just before a heady wave of pleasureshocks him into consciousness—    has Will reaching  out to card fingers through familiar hair that drapes    down and brushes over his abdomen.A moment to recognize their  current positioning,    and then, when it hitshim that Hannibal has   effectively woken him up by working on suckinghim off,    Will allows a low and hungry sound,    just before fingers windtighter and tug gently on the other man’s hair.                              ❝  Hannibal—-……. don’t stop now.  ❞

[sgtbbvcky]

My quiet love was yours from the beginning. I call my ankles by your name. When mother dipped me in the river, she was introducing us.

CAITLYN SIEHL, ACHILLES TO PATROCLUS (VIA ALONESOMES)

Send me a "☤" For my muses reaction to waking up with your muses head between their legs.

[throatexposed]

                                        in some other world                             A TEACUP RECOLLECTS ITSELF

[iletyouseeme-deactivated2016020]

*hangs mistletoe at every doorway of the Murder Husbands' residence; followed by lots of innocent puppy 'I don't know what you're talking about' Will Graham faces*

{This is what happens under every single one and then for the hell of it Hannibal puts the mistletoe in Will’s hair so he can simply lean in and just kiss him!!!! <3 } @throatexposed

[fcrsurvival-deactivated20160119]

who i was THEN

                     &&

                    who i am NOW

are two VASTLY different people

[frontseatpocket]

we do not become monsters because evil is a stagnant state of existence. sometimes we have the innate ability to walk among shadows and other dark places because they see similarities in us that neither priests nor prayers could pluck out. sometimes we make choices that only pan out because we are capable of enjoying them. if we are monsters then we have always been monsters– simply hiding and wearing masks.

nature vs nurture // S.M. (via jameswesleys)

[paperliings-blog]

I just really liked how it turned out so i’m just gonna leave this here.

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                                        in some other world                             A TEACUP RECOLLECTS ITSELF

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YES TAKE MY LOVE! *throws more love at you and then himself onto your muse*

*lots of love   from me   and of course   lots  of nuzzling and happy Will Graham noises from the muse, despite the actual context of the icon*

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There is a tremble in the leather whenever he tugs it to tighten--- can feel the struggle Hannibal’s body puts up on instinct and for the need to breath, and it only serves to make the heavy weight of his cock jump in need, before it’s pressed against the other man’s backside. Released; Will drops any hold on the restraint for now, needing his hands for something far more pressing now, and his eyes positively devour the man bent before him. A low groan----- Will only stills himself for a moment when Hannibal, usually so well-controlled, allows for words that bear a certain level of filth to fall from his tongue. 

And that’s all it takes to break the seal. Without any worry to undress himself further, Will is spitting into his hand enough to generously coat the rigid length of his cock, before pressing the head of it against tight ring of muscles and pushing in. It’s not as nice a push as lube and some generous foreplay might have allowed, but it’s carnal and fast---- seats himself inside with an almost animal sound of satisfaction, before Will is rutting his hips into the tightness of the man he leans over. The lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room and he’ll move with a new-found boldness now; presses a palm against Hannibal’s upper back as to push his upper half towards the floor while he fucks him---- his other hand makes a slow journey down to wrap fingers in a vice around the length of the other’s cock, Will’s voice at his ear. “Such a good boy..... for me---- no one else will have you in this way but me. Right? Do you understand?” Breath strains and with the words growled out, Will redoubles his efforts and fucks every word into the man below him with an added possessiveness. 

[eltonhjohn]

[megandragonfruit]

You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller (via dantesari)