#because obviously

[bluemoonscape]

Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.

[catjuice123]

rosekiller as Stu and Billy from Scream 1996, you agree

[afacelesschampion]

The fates already fucked me sideways Swinging by my neck from the family tree

Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

[sagegreenfrogs]

corvus really is the character of all time because in arc 2 he's this well developed musician and crownguard who's a, kind, supportive figure and plays important roles for the plot and characters (featuring: homosexual tendencies) but in arc 1 we get Hamilton Lafayette: Repressed Emotions Edition

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

See ya, sailor!

[goodomensao3tagoftheday]

[graciereadshannigram]

this idea for a fic has been kicking around my brain and refusing to let me rest so here's my attempt at getting it out so the bees can leave me alone.

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Will's voice was a weapon, sharp and commanding as it sliced through the air. Stop right there," he said, his gaze intense as he pinned Hannibal with a look that brooked no argument. "Don’t lie to me."

He watched closely, almost hungrily, as Hannibal’s mask of composure slipped. It was a mere moment, a flicker of something hungry and unguarded that danced across the psychiatrist's face as his meticulous person suit slipped just an inch. The dilation of Hannibal's pupils, a tightness around his jaw—subtle, yet unmistakably a reaction.

"Oh, you like that?" Will’s words slipped out, almost without permission, tinted with a darker, more dangerous curiosity. He savored the slight falter in Hannibal’s stance, the way his usual poised demeanor wavered under scrutiny.

Hannibal attempted to regain control, his voice smooth but slightly strained. "Will, I think you misread—"

"No, I don’t think I did." Will stepped closer, once again denying Hannibal his obfuscations and cutting off the distance, his words a clear no to any form of retreat. "And I just told you not to lie."

The reaction was immediate. Hannibal swallowed, his gaze flitting across Will's face, perhaps seeking either escape or permission. "You’ve always had an effect on me, Will. I admire everything you do, as long as it’s true to your nature."

Feeling a surge of power at the raw honesty, Will took another deliberate step, reducing the space to just a breath away. His voice was softer now, a menacing whisper, "Even if it’s in my nature to control you?"

He watched the visible shudder that ran through Hannibal, the breath that hitched a bit too loudly. It was exhilarating, this visible sign of Hannibal’s composure crumbling, an acknowledgment of the dynamic that Will had always suspected existed between them but had never dared to explore.

"I didn’t mean to seduce you so soon, but I can make it work," Will mused, leaning in closer, forcing Hannibal back against the wall. He could now see, unmistakably, the arousal in Hannibal’s eyes, the quickening of his breath. It was intoxicating, the power, the control, the undeniable rush of answering arousal that coursed through him, knowing he had Hannibal right there, on the edge.

Hannibal looked back at him, his expression a mix of shock and that darker, deeper allure they seldom spoke of. "Will—"

"Tell me about the betrayal, Hannibal," Will cut in, his tone steady, one hand coming to rest against the wall by Hannibal's temple. He needed to hear it, needed to understand, even as he navigated this charged, dangerous game they were playing. "Why did you do it? Why manipulate me–and everybody else–so thoroughly and think there would be no repercussions?"

Hannibal’s voice, when he finally spoke, was calm but thick with an emotion Will couldn’t quite place. "I wanted to see you liberated, Will. Free from the constraints you so blindly follow."

"And yet, here we are," Will shot back, his voice soft but deadly, other hand coming up to fully surround Hannibal with his body. "You’re the one constrained. Does it feel liberating?"

Hannibal’s response was to close the gap completely, pulling Will in so their bodies were flush from hip to chest. "Quid pro quo, Will. I have laid bare my truths. Now show me yours."

The direct challenge ignited something fierce within Will. He met Hannibal’s gaze, his smirk widening. "If my truth involves dominating you, Hannibal, would you accept that as part of my nature?"

A faint smile touched Hannibal’s lips as his composure began to rebuild. "I find my defenses quite...receptive to your advances."

"Good," Will breathed out, a curl of satisfaction unfurling within him. This was just the beginning, a new dynamic unfurling, and he was eager to see where it would lead. "Because I’m just getting started."

[call-me-kitty]

Arcee: She’s not only my nemesis. She’s my...enemy.

Ratchet: THATSTHESAMETHING!

[quijabored]

Oh man I love projecting onto my favorite characters!! Especially when I give them my aroace headcanons AND ALL OF THE CONTENT I SEE IS THEM BEING HORNY!!!! HAHA. *HOW I LOVE PROJECTING ONTO MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS.*

[heartz4shauna]

[sugurusladyknightt]

someone needs to arrest mist. matching someone's freak this well can't be legal

[beomiracles]

OMGHHHH i need to write a fic based in the wild west

[nburkhardt]

Thinking about omega Steve and alpha Eddie having a secret relationship and leaving Hawkins only to show back up a year or two later. Not only are they bonded, they also got a pup on the way.

(:

[two-entire-bits]

guys quick prayer circle that all my classes will be canceled tomorrow 🕯🕯🕯🕯

[gale-gaze]

[ these goobers control my single braincell. ]

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

There, there. No need to pout, cutie. You've got a long and glorious career ahead of you. Of acting and sitting however the fuck you want!

Hayfever (1992)