okay im including only the most intense crushes, i have had many others, but there's too many to include :P
Guy (1) - Crush - 2018-2020
Guy (2) - Crush - 2021-2024 Fall
Girl (3) - Situationship (we were basically dating lol) - 2025 Nov-Jan
Enby (4) - lol this is funny i asked them "what are we?" today, and we have decided that we are 'totally platonic besties fr fr 😉' because neither of us know what to call it and we're both terrible at communication but thats okay - two weeks ago-now
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hannibal walks into his and wills shared to find mr british playing the chello in the chello man.
“hello, honey. welcome home!” will greets in the shinning girls at the end of the hallway kind of way (aka creepy, i’m too much of a wuss to watch that movie). “what the well hell are u doing here and why didn’t u invite me, kitten whiskers?”
“i was going to, but i know how busy you are, pookie”
“it’s okay. anyways wanna come with me to meet a client?”
“i’d love too.” they depart together, whisking their way to hannibal’s office to meet these so-called “clients”. they walk into the office together to find a prim women.
“time to murder” hannibal exclaims happily
“but, pookie, you said you wouldn’t hurt them.”
“not now, kitten whiskers. daddy will discuss it later.”
(i’m being rushed, sorry. kay and i’s class is about to end. also im going to a music festival next week [kilby block party] so it’ll be a while until i can write with kay again.)
the story starts. his boyfriend betrayed him. hannibal had betrayed him. he sat on the cold floor of his cell, yearning for the mines. he then heard drilling outside. POW BOOM PSHEEEEWWWWW
bombs. bombs? THAT was his big escape idea?
“get out we’re going to the scene thing because apparently there’s a scene.” jack growls
“alright byotch” will sasses flamboyantly. they run away like little boys running after a dodgeball that they accidentally kicking while tutting to grab. they arrive at the scene. what the hell is the scene? idk ik just the author. this just in: the scene is an observatory with a random severed arm of a girl kay can’t remember. it’s freddy’s fault (fredrick, not the good freddie (or FNAF freddy). womp womp shouldn’t have been mean. (idk what he did, but jay doesn’t like him).
“i’m bored im leaving to go see my evil boyfriend that framed me for murder.” will walks away like a nonchalant dread head *shakes dreads*. he arrives at hannibal’s office and immediately gets a huuuugggeeeeeee 🦴 (bonerrr).
my friend @wurd3, who i may add has NEVER watched hannibal, has made a hannigram thing.
This is a story about Hannigram. I hope you enjoy it, kay. The story starts in the social workers office. Will graham walks into the seeking to check on hannibal. There is no social worker. There is only a horse.
“My love, Hannibal, is your social worker in that horse?” Will asks in his prim, british voice.
“How funny that you should ask that, my dear. Why, yes, my social worker IS in that horse. Does that bother you?”
“NO, just… carry on. We’re having soup for dinner” Will hums before walking out of the office.
TIME SKIP
Hannibal walks into their shared apartment to the welcoming smell of tomato soup. Or, to will, to-MAH-to soup.
“Hello, hannibal. This tomato soup is made with the blood of Beverly Katz. she’s dead, but i’m not dead because allegedly i’m in italy. eat the soup.” Hannibal sits at the dining table and soups down his soup like a little cannibalistic goblin. he gets the liquid on his white lab coat because he’s a doctor or something. once he finishes he makes out with will graham. story over. will graham gets m-pregged. their child is named “horsie” after that horse at the beginning of the story. the social workers office was the doctor that helped will give birth. the social workers office crawled out of the horse or something. now the end.
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.
Lace Code is one of my favorite things, and so it happens to be the Punk 101 post that I’ve worked on the most. I’m sorry (I know I said at some point band shirts were up next 😬)
*Long Post - if you see anything thats wrong or missing, please feel free to leave a note or message me*
To start, it is important to talk about where Lace Code came from, and where it is now. Using lace colors on your boots (doc martins specifically) started with London Skinheads in the 70’s. Their white and red laces were typically symbols of white supremacy, and in some groups those laces had to be earned.
I’ll eventually do another post on Skinheads, but for now all you need to know is that the Skinhead subculture is historically known for being racist and violent. I always feel the need to point something out when talking about Skinheads: NOT EVERY BALD OR SHAVEN PUNK IS A SKINHEAD!
Later on in the 80’s, Lace Code became a popular way for many Punk subculture to communicate things such as their stance on racism and their sexuality. Now, in many areas, Lace Code is dead, but not everywhere!
Lace Code applies to ladder laced black combat boots (typically people wear docs). Each color represents something different, and this can vary by area, so it is important to check your local scene
How to ladder lace:
Traditional ladder laces are shown on the left, and quick release ladder laces are shown on the right. And here is a site that goes step by step
What do The Colors Mean?
(Colors mean different things in different places. These are the most common meanings and the ones I personally know - check your local scene to ensure its not different for your area)
Orange: Anti-Racist // Anti-ICE // No Meaning
Yellow: Anti-Racist
Green: Environmentalist // Peace // No Meaning
Blue: Killed a Cop
Purple: Queer // Gay
Pink: Feminist // Queer // Gay
Black: No Meaning
Patterned: No Meaning
Red: Nazi // Neo-Nazi // Anarchist
White: White Supremacy // Nazi // Neo-Nazi
Note: no one can stop you from wearing whatever you want, but in some areas you should be mindful because there are still people who follow Lace Code, and if youre seen with red or white ladder laces, you might be in for it
2nd Note: Its always advised that you dont wear ladder laces when traveling if you are unfamiliar with the Lace Code of the area you are traveling to for safety purposes
Literally with 90% of ships I don’t ship myself, but you do, I will STILL respectfully listen to your headcanons and get excited with you!
Like if your friend came up to you and was like, “HOLY SHIT- I just made the BEST chicken soup”
You’re telling me you’d just like— “oh I don’t like chicken soup why would you make that.” GURL NO.
I’m up in this bitch like “You did? That’s cool! What do you like about chicken soup? What makes this chicken soup the best?”
And now we’re having a wonderful conversation about soup while some of you are over in the corner side-eyeing like you just watch us drink lead. Like gurl, please.
And even if you don’t wanna know more about the soup… just scroll. Don’t comment no hate, don’t reblog something nasty, I know you have some niche ass soup tastes yourself, so don’t shit on others.
Word count: 560 , Marauders, platonic prongsfoot, Christmas
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It's Sirius's first Christmas at the Potter's, and he's been nothing but welcomed and adored by Mr. And Mrs. Potter, so much so, that he tries to keep up, but what's an unloved child to do with so much sudden care?
He makes cookies, went sledding, and had a snow ball fight (you can throw things at people, not with the intent of harm? That was a new lesson.)
He was given hot chocolate, dry clothes, next to a warm fire, and this beautiful muggle creation called a movie!
He was so happy, but at the same time, it hurt so bad.
It hurt because he'd never been able to be loved back before. Not before James, then Peter and Remus.
It hurt because he'd never had a Christmas without screaming, curses, and beatings as a 'gift'; all that mixed with the annual family portrait he and Regulus hated oh so much. Regulus.
It hurt because, through this few days of receiving this love, he wondered if he and Reg wouldn't be so turned against each other of they new how to act with love.
It hurt because every new, happy thing made him realize how bad it had been before, and how much more he dreaded ever returning.
He was mad that it hurt. He wished he could just have some stupid fun without looking outside of the moment so much, just stop it, stop it!
But he couldn't stop it. He tried.
So one night, when he was in dry clothes, in his bed in the guest room, having casual pre-sleep conversation with the Potter's (James randomly burst in excited to tell him something, and then the Potter parents followed a bit later to tell the boys it was bedtime, they got wrapped in the conversation too)
Sirius feels his eyes tear up. Shit. This has never happened before, not in front of other people, never, no, no, no. He looks at the ceiling, willing the tears away, but James is excitedly sitting at the foot of his bed with a twinkle in his eyes, Monty has his arm around Euphemia as they stand in the doorway, listening, paying attention to their son. Sirius tries to pay attention to, but it happens before he can help it.
His lips curl, and one tear falls, then another, then another.
"...Mate?" James asks, looking over at him "Pads, what's wrong, was it something I've said"
Sirius shakes his head, and wills away the tears again, fuck, this is embarrassing.
Mrs. Potter starts walking towards Sirius, and he fucking flinches. Why? Why did he flinch? Stupid, stupid
"Sirius, you're okay love, you're safe, let it out" she says, gently, sitting beside the 13 year old, allowing him to come closer if he chooses.
He doesn't know why, but he rolls over, resting his face against Mrs. Potter's shoulder, and he balls his eyes out. He'd never done that before.
James was worried, he looked to his dad for some direction, I mean, his best friend was sobbing into his mother's shoulder, how could he help? Mr. Potter just shook his head, as if to say 'this one isn't on you, kid' and walked closer to sit between Sirius's feet, and James, who he put an arm around in comfort.
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