#im losing the plot

huge ginormous fucking pet peeve of mine in hannigram fics is hannibal not liking will's dogs. FUCK OFF. i dare you to say to my face that hannibal could not bring himself to love anything and everything that will feels love or fondness for. anything that is touched by him or breathed by his voice. will is an extension of him and they are one in the same. his whole control obsession and ritualistic behaviors would not apply to will because his love for him both stems from and is exacerbated by his inability to control himself around him. he cannot keep up his routines and patterns with will, because his desire to be seen and understood overpowers his reason. he wouldn't care about being covered in dog hair or caked in mud or bleeding out if it was in will's namesake. will is his own personal god. he loves those fucking dogs so much, not because it comes natural to him, but because they are part of will, and therefore loved inherently

Sleep deprived, holed up in a strange place in the middle of nowhere, researching witches, enochian magic and occultism, hoping my sibling is okay, covered in bruises and feeling like I got the crap beaten out of me the day before, beginning to lose my mind — I think I finally understand what it’s like to be one of the Winchester boys

imagine: river cartwright spills his groceries after a long and humiliating day and then gathers them up while clearly incredibly mad at himself. he then proceeds to burn his dinner and then eat it like nothing is wrong even though nobody is watching him 😫

sorry if progress is slow tonight, there was a major incident in one of my fandoms and im having a category 6 autism moment

curse of rewriting a fic to deeper explore the themes and use better language to convey what you want but half way it turns into a completley different ending so you have to go through the process repeatedly like an oreo bros

they call me the bone beast in my bone palace. they wish they could be like me.