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@holyheart

keith, he/him, 24

i don't leave room for interpretation. I say what I mean, there's no double meaning, there's no attitude or underlying true meaning!! People like to imagine you said something with an attitude or as a joke. If I tell you "You want some?" when you watch me eat something, i'm 100% genuine. I say "I'm being serious" "I'm saying this in a genuine way" at the end of my sentences just so people understand i Mean what i Say

you swiping your thumb over my thyroidectomy scar: promise me you'll stop, for me

“the sea doesn’t care about you!!” ok well just because the ocean is unspeakably powerful and can’t stop the rhythm she’s held for uncountable eons just for one person doesn’t mean she can’t love you. loving and changing are two different things. we wouldn’t have life without the ocean…. and yeah, if you don’t respect her and treat her cavalierly, you’ll perish. but how can anyone say the sea doesn’t mourn when she holds so much life and beautiful secrets in her belly? why are we putting atheism on the ocean that loves us?

you want the ocean to change for YOU? you think that being tamed is the only way for her to prove her love??? go sit on a rock by the seaside and listen to the tide. find some gratitude for one of the only things in existence that always keeps its promise to come back

longing is so embarrassing yet you feel it in your stomach and your chest and its like why i an overripe fruit all a sudden

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The Anatomical Machines, Giuseppe Salerno, c. 1756-64
In the Underground Chamber of the Sansevero Chapel, housed in two glass cases, are the famous Anatomical Machines, or Anatomical Studies, i.e. the skeletons of a man and a woman in upright position with their arteriovenous system almost perfectly intact. The circulatory system depicted on the anatomical machines was artificially fabricated with waxes, an iron wire and silk fibers, probably following techniques commonly used by anatomists of that time
These disquieting objects were kept in a room in the palace of the Prince of Sansevero called “the Apartment of the Phoenix”, as a number of travellers and the Breve nota di quel che si vede in casa del principe di Sansevero, an anonymous eighteenth-century guide to the Palace and the Sansevero Chapel, attest. This source describes the Machines in detail, from the blood vessels of the head to those of the tongue and adds that at the feet of the woman was placed “the tiny body of a foetus”, alongside which there was even the open placenta, connected to the foetus by the umbilical cord. The two anatomical studies were moved to the Chapel, and in this way saved from destruction or loss, long after the death of the Prince. The remains of the foetus were still visible up to a few decades ago, when they were stolen.

If Will or Hannibal smoked, no one would be able to handle the homoerotic tension of them lighting the other’s cigarette.

- Will is the only person Hannibal lets smoke in his house

- Hannibal smokes cloves because they are dramatic, goth, unique smelling, and the symbolism of clove having a numbing effect

- They gift each other engraved zippos for their anniversary

- [insert some scene where Will is in distress and his hands are shaking, fumbling with his lighter in sweaty, trembling hands. Hannibal steadies him, gently grabs the lighter from Will’s hand, and lights his cigarette. He then puts the lighter into the chest pocket of Will’s shirt resting his hand there for a moment]

- Hannibal gets mad when Will leaves his cigarettes in the pockets on laundry day

- One of them loses their lighter, and they either have to lean in close enough to light their cigarettes at the same time with the same lighter while eyefucking the whole time, or one lights the other cigarette with their lit cigarette while still eyefucking

- Sharing a cigarette and a sigh as one exhales and delicately places the cigarette into the other’s parted, waiting lips

- Smoking right after a fresh kill, covered in blood

- The classic cigarette after sex

- Hannibal getting into pottery so he can gift will an ashtray

- Will doing smoke tricks while Hannibal is talking about something serious to distract him. It works.

- Hannibal killing someone while Will smokes slowly and watches him, Hannibal knowing this is a performance, entertainment. And when he is done, hands bloodied, he walks over to Will who delicately puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it for him

- Will simply standing there, and Hannibal comes up behind him, wrapping his hands around Will’s waist. Will takes the cigarette from his mouth and moves it over his shoulder to Hannibal’s mouth

- Not only do they have engraved zippos, but engraved cigarette boxes

- Once life settles down a bit, Hannibal learns to grow, dry, and cure his own tobacco.

- Hannibal hand rolls Will’s cigarettes every evening for the next day, knowing he goes through the same number each time.

- They get stranded for a bit, down to one last cigarette. They decide to wrestle for the privilege to smoke the last one. The winner has the loser pinned down. They smile, sit up, light the last cigarette, and take a long drag. They then lean over, kiss the other, and shotgun smoke into their mouth

- Will covered in grease from rebuilding and engine, so Hannibal comes over periodically and places a cigarette in his mouth. Will doesn’t lose concentration and focus, so Hannibal takes it away from him and finishes it for him.

- Sitting on the porch smoking together as they watch the dogs run around the yard, playing in the sunset

- That theremin scene but with Will instead of Alana. Hannibal balances a cigarette on his lips and talks while guiding Will’s hands over the instrument. Will tilts his head back and moves in for a kiss just after slyly removing the cigarette from Hannibal’s lips

- Any sketch Hannibal does of Will doing normal activities while smoking

- Will has a nightmare and he smokes to calm his nerves. It’s freezing outside but he doesn’t want to wake Hannibal. Hannibal hears him anyway and joins him outside, only the burning ember visible in the dark, cold night

"Do you want some help, maybe? What floor are you on, I could carry some of these for you."
The man looks at his arms. Nigel can't help but flex a bit under the gaze.
"You'd do that?"
Nigel grins, moving to take another box from the arms of this angel. "Absolutely, gorgeous."
Another smile, and this one almost knocks Nigel on his ass. It's big, bright. Perfect. "Thank you," he says again. "My apartment is on the fifth floor. I hope that's okay."
He laughs. He can't believe his luck. Most magnificent fucking creature in all of Los Angeles, and he lives on the same goddamn floor as Nigel.
Maybe that's why he feels so drawn to the guy. Nigel sees beautiful people every day, he doesn't stop halfway out the door to haul boxes for them. Maybe they've crossed paths before? No, surely Nigel would've remembered seeing that face.
He asks anyway, though, because he can't shake this feeling. Like this man is... familiar, somehow.
"Have we met somewhere before?"

• love of the wolf tr. keith cohen from stigmata: escaping texts by hĂŠlène cixous. • ‘secondo’, 3x03, hannibal. written by  bryan fuller, angelina burnett, and steve lightfoot.  • when rome falls from bloodsport by yves olade. • ‘su-zakana’, 2x08, hannibal. written by bryan fuller, scott nimerfro, and steve lightfoot. dir. by vincenzo natali.Â