afateworsethandeathherself

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i had over 800 hannibal edits favorited to my hannibal folder

what the fuck do i do now

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Who wants to play web fishing with me

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idk man everyone always talks about the “is hannibal… in love… with me?” scene from the lens of like,,, a teenager with an obvious crush,, but there’s so much horror in that scene, too. the dawning realization that a man like that can love and that will is the one he loves. the pain of being wholly beloved and understood by someone who only burns, who consumes even as he creates. the inescapable knowledge that what they had was real; that hannibal’s cruelty was motivated in part by heartbreak. idk

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i just need to get it off my chest that i truly, authentically enjoy minecraft parodies.

always have, always will

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it is only when i feel mentally capable of something that i'm not in a position to achieve it physically. it is only when i am crumbling under the pressure of my splintered mind when the option to do what i need to do is put in front of me.

or maybe it is that the weight of being able to do something physically takes away my capacity to accomplish it mentally. perhaps i will never be granted both simultaneously, because my brain processes the possession of one as an absence of the other.

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I dislike how clumsy it is to share Twitter threads but here is a portion from a guy I follow (for his trans porn and monster fucking content at that) echoing a sentiment that aces, traumatized people, people with low libido, etc. can fully relate to. The rest is here and it’s absolutely worth the read.

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i cannot overstate the impossibility of writing healthy and emotional communication between two characters as someone with horrible daddy issues and a lack of emotional vulnerability

what do you mean i have to write about their feelings.

i don't even know how to talk about my own feelings!

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sometimes i feel like the most horrible person. the scum of the earth. a terrible bastard. like i want to rip off my skin and rot away until i'm nothing but a skeletal figure tucked away in the cavernous depths of somewhere dark and disgusting.

and then i do my laundry and like go outside and get a little treat and i'm fine

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nothing makes me feel more masculine than lounging around with no shirt on while still wearing pants. like i look down the expanse of my body and my tits are out and about, claiming space. i'm manspreading.

it's like a mini power trip. i'm doing the forbidden. breasts to the heavens as i mock god and look hot as fuck doing it

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having a somewhat usual sleeping schedule in a group full of cuties who sleep in is honestly so heartbreaking because what do you mean i have to entertain myself for 5 hours until they wake up?

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silly sketch of my man

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Random

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