outrospection:

okayophelia:

hannibalmedia:

#hannibal: the fugitive years at a villa in italy     #(darkest timeline au of fugitive years where will and abigail are with him asleep behind white drapes fluttering in the morning breeze)     #(wine glasses rolled over and spilled from their hands as they fell asleep where they sprawled on the cushions)     #(the red of the wine mixed with the dark of the blood and their hands - not touching - just barely not brushing)     #(asleep; they look like angels; asleep; the lines of madness in will’s face are smoothed and the smile on abigails lips is still vicious)     #(hannibal watches the world and thinks; as he does every morning; if today’s the day to kill them)     #(not this morning; he decides; as he has every time)     #(there’s pomegranates in the kitchen for breakfast; a new gown for abigail to wear to the opera hanging in the robe     #and will graham is starting to tell him what he sees when he sees the ripper)  (okayophelia)

#and this stretches on and on - an endless vaudevillian tragedy waiting to happen #but it never quite does; because as the united states headlines scream hysterics and conspiracy theories #wondering where will graham and abigail hobbs could have disappeared to with hannibal lecter #(the bottom of a river? #an alleyway in new york?#a diner in suburbian oregon that no one’s ever heard of? #african safaries; new zealand mountain ranges - the theories are endless) #their faces fade into oblivion and they become just another line of pale ugly wanted posters in a list of colors (as far as the government i #is concerned) #hannibal lecter experiences a sort of peace that he has never quite felt before #they are monsters in love rampaging through europe without thought or consequence #they are living (stealing) every high society dream anyone has ever had#they are half a dozen rumored murderers; they are a cult; they are immigrants or vagabonds or asylum escapees #and around them person after person disappears #they are walking legends with names no one remembers #taking what they want; scaring children into good behavior; writing fear across the globe and making new names for themselves everywhere hte #and hannibal lecter could never end a story like that (neverfeedthesarcophagi @ hannibalmedia)

This legend will fall from lips in whispers of fear and awe. It takes root inside the heart to remind us that there’s a darkness within; all it takes is the right kind of care and attention for it to spread through veins and synapses until it can violently bloom in shades of red. It’s a story that’s carved into the flesh and minds of those they leave in their wake.
One life ends; another begins. Identities are shed like unwanted skin; the truth and fiction of their lives twist upon themselves in endless knots. The rude and unlucky have their bones crushed and are swallowed whole.
This story is that of a serpent that devours its own tail.

pockyoakenshield:

Thilbo shippers, you are great, keep up the shipping

Now if you ship Thilbo Bagginshield please reblog this I want to follow you all ;D

(explaining tumblr to my dad)
me: when you want two characters to be together, you ship them
dad: ship them where

“Why don’t you tell me that, ‘if the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?”

“No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise  (via mrsbukowski)

OMG LOKI WOULD HAVE TO BE THE BIG SPOON WOULDN’T HE CAUSE MAH BB CLINT BARTON IS SO PETITE! well, if you could call those guns petite… lol