#the INTIMACY kills me

[s0fter-sin]

something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

[malk-with-tea]

oh to be two gay bugs smooching in a hot spring

inspired by @queruloustea's amazing fanfic :) go check it out!!!

[kexing]

this is a painting. look at it

[ajokeformur-ray]

No but I'm jealous of the man in the back of the ambulance in season one who Hannibal saved. He was really there with his sleeves hastily rolled up, his fringe in his eyes, his hand deep inside someone, holding a vital organ and keeping someone alive with his grip.

Feeling those long fingers inside, wrapped around one of your organs, his deep and measured breathing as his grip flexes every now and then, making sure he doesn't let go of you, making sure you don't bleed out, his keen sense of smell better than any medical equipment he could use in that moment as a diagnostic for whether you'll survive this or not.

Those hands, which have killed more than he will ever openly admit to anyone other than Will Graham or himself, now cradling an essence of life with the intent to save, with the intent to be the doctor he used to be.

Hannibal's wrist dripping with your crimson blood, which rolls off and drips to the ambulance floor, the harsh artificial light above him makes him seem like an angel with a halo... An angel of death.

You feel him deep inside you, your body's pain both at the forefront of your mind yet also so distant, like you're not in your own body. The shock is nature's anaesthetic, a strong contribution to your survival. Internal organs should never meet sunlight. Hannibal is holding you, his dark brown eyes watching your every move. He savours every breath you take, knowing he's the only thing preventing you from dying. If he lets go, if he loosens his grip, if he so much as twitches a finger... You may die. You will die.

Hannibal gets drunk off the power, and his head tilts ever so slightly to the right as he decides to do as he was asked by Jack Crawford and act in your best interests. He will not kill you. But he considers it, and at least six of those methods he could choose right now make him smile.

But the world, and his reputation as a medical and psychiatric professional, are better if you survive this, and so he stays and he watches you, making sure you don't die.

You will always be able to feel the ghost of his grasp inside you, and nothing you ever do will quite feel the same. You'll spend the rest of your life chasing that feeling, wanting Hannibal so far inside yourself that only someone who opens you up could touch where he did, and a part of you will wish he had killed you. He will never be able to hold you that closely or intimately again... It's an ache like no other.

Hannibal will always wonder how your last breath would have tasted if he had chosen to let you die in that ambulance. The sorrow of a life unlived would have been bitter, he thinks, yet also some kind of sweet.

When Hannibal was able to let you go once more help arrived, he could feel you in the palm of his hand for hours afterwards, the ghost of you kept him company all night long, and he almost mourned the dishes he could have made with you.

Almost.

[good-wine-and-cheese]

This started with piano tenma and then something happened and they're a lounge duo now

[annikamaja8-blog]

my favorite forms of intimacy are hand holding and hair brushing. Both romantic and platonic.

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

I think Slay the Princess is so popular partially because the *gets stabbed* "I'm in love" reaction is both intentional on the part of the developers and then they completely follow through on it.

[seriousturd]

Ellis Mayfield is giving you a Thumbs Up!

[intertexts]

oh god. just thought abt nhw dakota's pain perception (already something i have 1 billion thoughts abt esp. in conjunction with them) & william's messy thing with conflating intimacy & danger & his relationship 2 pain. 1 million dead 1 billion injured.

[whoblewboobear]

Jace lets Zara feed on him sometimes bc that’s his best friend and he loves her, Send Tweet

[cream-and-tea]

oh man the judge/calliope and pallas&agnes thoughts are really eating holes in my brain tonight,,,,,,

[fawnaura]

what I would give to kiss a cute girl rn

[averlym]

" just...come here. just sit here with me" (...that one scene from princess momonoke, click for better resolution)

[precious-little-scoundrel]

those who can vibez || Bucky & Ida

[bottombaron]

Nandor loves the sun

The only thing he remembered how to say in his own language (until recently) is 'good morning'

His bedroom is the only one with windows

His coffin faces and opens up towards the direction of the setting sun

He is literally tempting himself every day with sunlight

the sun is Guillermo

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i think my gojo is fairlyyyy consistent throughout all of my fics but i kinda see them as seperate entities. the ari gojo multiverse. i want them to meet