#feelsanon

JUST DO IT

@thelastofthecrazypeople replied to your post “Am I writing DA fanfic? Well yes I am glad you asked”

What about? When can I read it? More information is required here :)

11. Who is a mentor to you?

tbh I haven’t really thought of anyone in my life as a mentor? I like to keep in mind or receive different opinions or ways to see things but, i don’t like follow guidance from one particular person (maybe that’s why i feel so lost most of the time??)

20. What can you see outside your bedroom window?

I can see parts of our little plants in our minuscule front “garden”, the useless metal fence (people can actually climb it?? what was the point original owners) and the almost always lit windows from a catholic school. 

40. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

I have so so many ideas for tattoos dear god. Like a watercolour or abstract tattoo would be fucking fantastic but i have to research and see if there is someone who makes them in my country. But i’d also like a phrase like “keep on” or something cheesy like that kind somewhere on the front of my left shoulder of as a reminder to myself.

48. Describe yourself using one word.

imaginative 

και δεν έχουν λεφτά να το ταίσουν και δεν λεει να το βουλώσει κάθε βραδυ στο τσακ είμαστε να καλεσουμε φιλοζωικη

feelsanon replied to your post “Also okay fuck my across-the-street neighbours. They’ve gotten...”

ρε άσε έχουμε το ίδιο πρόβλημα και με τους απέναντι και τους δίπλα. οι απέναντι έχουν ένα μικρό το αφπνουν μόνο του αλλα πάει στο διάολο εχει φαί και κήπο. οι διπλα εχουν ενα λυκοσκυλο να και με ολοκληρο κηπο το εχουν δεμενο στην πορτα

ΨΟΦΟΣ ανάθεμα το σπίτι τους

τι στον πούτσο τα παίρνουν άμα δεν έχουν την πρόθεση να τα φροντίσουν δηλαδή ασταδιάλα πια με τα γομάρια που έχουμε μπλέξει

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Will wakes to the sound of rustling paper. Uncertain where he is, his heart begins to race, his last memory before the world faded to black the cold press of Cordell’s scalpel into his flesh.

Grounded by familiar surroundings, he realizes he is back in Wolf Trap, back in the comfort of his own bed. Through the dimly-lit dark he sees Hannibal seated in an armchair at the foot of his bed, pencil gliding smoothly over paper.

Hannibal’s hand stops, dropping his pencil and pressing it between the pages of the notebook. He places it on the floor when he catches Will’s gaze, quietly standing before perching on the edge of the bed.

Will flinches only slightly when Hannibal touches his cheek, then his forehead, inspecting his wounds. The touches are clinical and tender, but if Will had more energy he would be tempted to lean into the warmth of his hands.

They don’t speak. Hannibal gazes into his eyes and Will doesn’t know if he wants to laugh, or cry, or scream at him to leave and never come back. He is so very tired, so he settles for silence instead.

Hannibal takes his hand, gently cradling it in his own. Will is too weak to pull away, is uncertain if he even wants to, something inside him still reaching out for the attentions of the monster who left him bleeding on his kitchen floor. The beast who wanted to devour him. The man who saved him when someone else dared to try and take his life.

The soft glow of lamplight forms half a halo around Hannibal’s head. In Will’s mind’s eye the other half takes the shape of claws and teeth, twisted antlers suspended on a sunbeam.

In Will’s mind’s eye a teacup gathers itself back up again, the sound of hooves on pavement rattling inside his head. The kettle sings, a raven-black stag snuffing at his neck as sleep pulls him down again. Hannibal’s warm presence remains beside him, enveloping him in the safety of the dark.

#i need to know if bottom right was exactly how this scene went#because if it was........#[sweats]

My favorite part of the whole “fake courting” thing is that Will was apparently trying to be so conscious of what he was doing, even though the show played it ambiguous for us there for a bit, when it was revealed what he was doing we were supposed to believe he was just playing Hannibal the entire time but he completely lost himself in it and the ruse became the reality he actually wanted...

Then in season 3 he was so unconscious of what was even happening during the red dragon arc it seemed. What happened with Chilton wasn’t some carefully planned thing, it came about naturally, out of his own curiosity, out of allowing himself to be and feel everything he was becoming at the end of season 2 with seemingly no conscious effort whatsoever, until maybe the finale that is.