#IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED

[mychlapci]

mpreg but it stands for milan pregnancy. mychlapci pregnancy

[this-creature-is-weird]

Dear Diary

Today I smelled my beloved Will Graham, he looked anxious like every day. His smell is the combination of sweat, dog and cheap deodorant, Tomorrow I will cut a lock of your hair

Sincerely

Hannibal Lecter

(It was very strange even for me XD)

[thisismybecuming]

Will and Molly are fucking and the clown fucking screams Hannibal's name

[atths--twice]

What if…

What if before they were called, telling them about the fire in their office, they stared at each other a beat too long?

What if he reached out his hand and she wordlessly stood up, allowing him to pull her closer?

What if closer meant lying on top of him, scared but also so sure this was what was supposed to happen?

What if hushed words were shared as the fish tank hummed softly behind them?

What if his fingers tangled in her hair as he brushed it back from her face and she smiled even as she shivered from his touch?

What if…

[missjackil]

Supernatural (Almost) Canon!

SCENE: Interior Bar & Grill

(Dean approaches the table with 2 mugs of beer)

Dean: *grinning* The hot bartender told me I must have one lucky lady at home.

Sam: Funny, our waiter said I could do much better.

[sparklebyte]

oh so you’re telling me the guy had a 3 page handwritten explanation of his motives and mindset and a gun and silencer that matches the description despite it being a week since the guy was shot? hmmmm interesting

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[laylanatorseventeen]

So Demon Slayer and Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood take place during the same time period

And marvel had the audacity to call Infinity War the greatest crossover of the century

[enbyleighlines]

My tummy hurts :(

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

[oars]

[demi-pixellated]

Sonic 06 AU where Princess Elise is instead the dimensional equivalent of Blaze because none of this really matters anyway so why not

[okjii]

“give Andrew Minyard a pet/plant to take care of” what do you think Kevin Day was.

[acidgirl]