#shilohgreen

[agentnash]

@shilohgreen.

[handgiven]

@shilohgreen liked for a one-liner!

"i'm serious! you do need a break. where would you like to go?"

[lamourt]

@shilohgreen said: “ don’t go. stay. “

❧ lestat pauses, buttons on his shirt halfway done up. he's still sitting on the edge of will's bed, back turned toward the other man. it's an unusual request, these days. many of the people he's taken to bed have been happy enough to oblige when he readies to make his exit. but the words press on a lonely place in his heart. he wants to agree, to lay down with will and sleep. but time will not allow it. his nature will not allow it. and he is reminded again of why it is he never got close to humans again after nicki. but breaking with louis had made him a fool, heartache and the pain of solitude driving him to bad habits. "i can stay for a few hours, mon cher," he offers, abandoning the work of his shirt and turning back towards his lover. "but i can't stay the night."

[disneybucks]

@shilohgreen I call it "baby boy gives Lilpool a kiss". I'd send the sex doodle but that's just for Will's eyes (my balls kiss his skin).

[backwaterpals]

@shilohgreen // gal pal...

Seeing Will pull the gate open for her when she arrived had been a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. Michonne rides her horse in, and hops off only when the gates have finally been slid shut.

"So you decided to stay after all."

Not that she doubted Daryl's judge of character, necessarily, but Will had been in a state when they found him. The man before her looks almost entirely different with the blood and grime washed off of him, even if his eyes give him away.

Michonne takes her horse's reins in hand, her lips tilted into a small (tentative) smile. "You always on gate duty now, or are you still figuring jobs out?"

[slash-aaa]

'sit down and eat. i'm not gonna tell you again,' @shilohgreen.

[talentforlying]

what's been a shocking realization for constantine about HIMSELF? has he come to terms with this yet?

i think he is continually surprising himself with how self-centric his view of the world actually is. he always wants to help people, but it never really occurs to him that he is not the be-all end-all of providing solutions until someone whacks him over the head with it.

a lot of it comes down to the fact that he's been in survival mode for so long that to him, every problem is an urgent one, large or small: he sees someone in need, he jumps, even if he's already in the middle of helping someone else. he feels like he has to solve things quickly, because the next problem might already be coming down the pipe. but in doing so, he'll inevitably mix crayons from his non-magic and batshit-magic boxes, and it doesn't end well when those two intermingle. he'll step on a bunch of toes, call in a lot of favors, and inevitably piss someone off in his haste to get something solved, and it usually just endangers the people he was trying to help. but he doesn't consider that, because he's in get-it-done mode. magic and batshit weirdness is how he knows how to help the best, so that's what he'll rely on.

so inevitably, things go fuck-up because he was in a hurry when he didn't necessarily have to be, and it always shocks him to realize that it was him trying to help that made things worse. not everyone exists in the same world of magic and mayhem as he does, not everyone lives their lives in 24-hour blocks of not-dead-yet, and he's never really going to come to terms with the concept that most people want to prepare for their futures, not just survive the next hour. they want permanent, long-term solutions, not band-aid fixes, and his methods of helping aren't healthy, or long-lasting.

@shilohgreen

[spookyagentfmulder]

@shilohgreen liked for a sentence starter!

"Hey you, why such the long face?"

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

name: will graham.

age: thirty eight.

do you like to cuddle?: people tend to be creatures of a pack mentality. we crave the heat of each other. yes.

can we make-out?: seems like a better use of our mouths than arguing.

a night in or dinner out?: can we get dinner out in this place? not sure i'd want to anyway. a restaurant on valentine's sounds... loud.

whipped cream or chocolate syrup?: ...neither.

chocolates and roses?: no. maybe a chocolate dessert.

what makes you a good valentine?: i don't need to explain that to you. you'll make up your own mind, regardless of what i have to say.

would you cook for me?: sure. i would like that.

would you let me cook for you?: are you going to burn something down? if not, then yes.

where would you take me on a date?: we could... sip on whiskey and look at the stars.

who’s paying?: i would pay for you.

what did you get me for valentine’s day?: you have spilled my blood. that's a gift, right? it's red, so it's thematic.

"Is it truly a gift if I acquired it myself? ... Maybe."

[eatenlives]

@shilohgreen. ( pin board. )

[agentnash]

snapshots from childhood. feat. @shilohgreen.

[handgiven]

one-liner time !!! @shilohgreen

"so... bad news; i burned our dinner."

[lamourt]

@shilohgreen liked for a starter !

lestat takes a sip of his sazerac that tastes of nothing and casts his gaze around the bar, trying desperately not to think about what a harrowing expression of his loneliness this is. it's not the first time he's wiled away his time in some bar, looking for companionship or blood or both. but on this particular night, he's feeling especially glum. all the more reason for him to find some way of drowning his sorrows. his eyes settle on a man sitting away in the corner, alone. lestat can't quite tell if he's open to being approached or not–– it's as if his guard is in constant flux: up and then down, up, and down again. it's interesting–– he'll bite.

he strides over, leaning into the other man's peripheral. 'is this seat taken?'

[theunusualsuspects-archive]

@shilohgreen liked a sentence starter for The Lone Gunmen!

"From this point forward, you go by the code name Foxhound. Mulder is Big Boss. Scully is Dr. Strangelove. We're Big Shell. Do you understand?"

[cstarling]

WILL GRAHAM: 37. EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING BY NOAH KAHAN.

'i wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat. 'til our fingers decompose - keep my hand in yours,' @@shilohgreen.

[slash-aaa]

hannibal understands that will could have killed them, taking the two men over the side of that cliff. perhaps he even had the intention to. and perhaps it would have been the perfect ending to them, to what they are. it certainly would have been poetic. but fate had other plans for them, as did hannibal. their story would not end with them crashing into waves that cracked their bones, nor drowning within the chill of the ocean. hannibal, knowing that they had survived for a reason, had forgiven will even before they had washed up on shore. understanding why he had felt the need to drag the couple over the edge, unknowing of whether they would continue on as they are, or as something entirely new. having spent some time recovering, healing their broken bodies, hannibal had taken will somewhere they would not be found. they hid themselves away for several months, until they deemed it safe to show themselves, though still careful to separate themselves from the men they used to be. this life together was still fairly new, but hannibal, at least, was falling into it easily. everything with will was easy, now.

approaching the other man at their table, hannibal brushes a hand along will's shoulders, one along his back to the other, circling will until hannibal can see sharp features, illuminated in the sun which peeks through satin lined curtains. 'i thought we could go out, this afternoon. i fear we may be getting too comfortable inside of the house,' smirk is given, pointed canines poking at his bottom lip as he does so. 'as much as i may enjoy spending time with you here, venturing out would benefit the both of us,' @shilohgreen.