and as always my favorite

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Gotham s2e17: Oswald Cobblepot mourns the loss of his father.

Robin Lord Taylor’s father died, in real life, during the filming of the episode prior to this one.

“"So that scene where Paul died, my actual dad died and we kept shooting that day anyways,“ he explained. "So I was acting my actual reality. So production asked what I wanted to do and it was Paul’s last day. My mom was with my sister and I couldn’t make it to Iowa, and it was a strange confluence of events where your reality is what your character is going through. There were some scenes that were actually happening in my real life. It was my favorite and will always be my favorite episode. Although I will never watch it.” -Robin Lord Taylor

Source: X

The signs as shit my classmates say

Aries: “Cunt” is my favorite word. Maybe i should become australian. Australians always say cunt.

Taurus: Why does everyone think being a fuckboy is a bad thing??

Gemini: I’m a really nice and helpful person, and i hate myself for it.

Cancer: When i grow up, i wanna be, like….a horse owner.

Leo: Oh my god i love you *slurping noises*

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"Will you always love me?" Vol. One - Part Six // Hannigram, Archive of Our Own
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The next day…

Will jerked out of his sleep. He wiped his eyes as he observed his surroundings. He was in Hannibal’s bedroom alone. His head throbbed from dehydration as he slowly pushed himself upward out of the bed. He took his time swinging his legs out in front of him.

Oh my god, my head is killing me…

Will could smell someone making breakfast. Well actually, as he looked at the bedside clock, an early lunch. 

All of a sudden, he finally realized that he was completely naked…but could only remember snippets of the previous night…

Why am I naked…?

He slowly rose from the bed looking for his shirt and boxers. He found his shirt crumpled up underneath the bed and his boxers thrown to the other side of the room. Flashes of getting into a fight with Abel and falling asleep naked shot through his mind.

He hadn’t remembered trying to seduce Hannibal before passing out….

Will slowly put on his shirt and struggled pulling on his boxers, before taking his time walking toward the bedroom door. He didn’t think to put on pants; he had gotten use to walking around in his underwear during his visit. Frederick was gone most of the time, and he and Hannibal had always been that comfortable with each other.

Will entered the hallway and almost fell over. He steadied himself as he propped his side up against the wall, using it to guide his body toward the kitchen. Once he reached the kitchen, he saw Hannibal standing in a t-shirt and pair of boxers, making breakfast food. His hair was out of place, but in a cute bed head sort of way.

Hannibal heard him approach the entry into the kitchen. He turned around and smiled at Will before returning to his cooking. “Good morning, Will. How’d you sleep?”

Will slid into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. “I feel like I’m going to die. I’m never drinking again…” He buried his head in his arms on top of the table.

Another memory flashed through his mind; he remembered Hannibal trying to carry him to his bed…

Hannibal placed a plate in front of him before sitting across the table. Will perked up at the smell of food, but pushed the plate away. “I don’t think I can eat…”

Hannibal got up from the table. “Maybe you should lie back down.” Will felt a hand caress his back.

He nodded as he let Hannibal guide him back to the bedroom. Will hugged himself up against his friend’s body as Hannibal held onto him tightly. He groaned in pain, thinking about all of the shots he had taken with Frederick at the party.

Hannibal helped him lie back down in the bed. “Did…you sleep…okay?” Will asked, as Hannibal sat down next to him.

Hannibal sighed. “No not really. Our couch is surprisingly not very comfortable.”

Will looked at him as he suddenly remembered why Hannibal had slept out on the couch last night. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Abel is such a fucking jerk. Why did you go out with him?

Are you going to sleep with me?

What, Hannibal? All of a sudden you’re not interested?

“…Hannibal…I-I…” Will babbled, trying to figure out the best thing to say without making the situation even more awkward. He felt his stomach somersault a few times with humiliation.

Hannibal only nodded. He knew why Will was suddenly at a loss for words. “Will, it’s okay. We were both really drunk. I just thought it would be best to give you some space.”

Will buried his face in his hands. “Ugh…I am a mess.”

He had never seduced anyone before, and he had tried to do so with his best friend. The events of the night flooded his mind as his brain retold the details; Will discarding his clothes and touching himself while thinking about Hannibal humping his body…he groaned…

Hannibal chuckled. “You’re not a mess.”

“You can take a nap in your bed if you want. I can sleep on the couch.” Will slowly pushed himself out of the bed. He felt Hannibal place a hand on his arm to prevent him from going any further.

“No it’s fine. You need to rest too.” He slid into the bed next to Will.

Will cautiously laid back down as Hannibal snuggled up against him without really touching him. He turned to face Hannibal, who was facing the ceiling. 

He felt his heart flutter…thinking about the kiss from the night before last and touching himself…thinking about having sex with his best friend…

Will opened his mouth to speak, but it took him a while to find the right thing to say.

“Hannibal…I’m kind of…confused…you know…about you and…I….” He finally admitted.

Hannibal turned to face him. Will lost himself in the gleam of his friend’s eyes, shaped like smooth round opals.

“We are very close.” Hannibal responded with hesitancy.

Will scooted closer to Hannibal; he knew Hannibal could feel the low thumping of his heart.

“More than close…we made out the night before last…” Will whispered. “I’m really not sure why I asked you to kiss me…I wouldn’t have done that with anyone I didn’t have feelings for…”

Hannibal tilted his head and grinned. “You have feelings for me?” He said playfully.

Will nervously laughed back as he gently shoved Hannibal. “Ugh, Hannibal….I’m trying to be serious…”

They both chuckled for a bit before returning to complete silence. Will put his hand on Hannibal’s chest and lightly caressed it.

Hannibal cupped his face and smiled. “Let me know how far you want me to go…” He whispered after a minute of silence, leaning in to kiss Will.


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I’ve been pretending to be someone else for so long now, I’m picking up on his mannerisms and definitely exhibiting his bad attitude. Honestly, if I had a dick, I’d be unstoppable.

Originally posted by shialabeoufsuggs

My friends grandmother just asked me what my favorite album is titled and when I replied Kiss And Swallow she spit her tea out. LMFAO 🤣 !!

My goal for today was to “Make it so,” so I washed and vacuumed my car, did some chores, and then did a portrait of the captain I grew up with: Jean-Luc Picard, the Frenchman with the English accent.

In all seriousness though, I do love Picard.  He has a special place in my heart because Next Gen is what got me into Star Trek as a kid, though Janeway will always be my favorite captain.

Medical bills are piling up, so if anyone is interested in a commission, please feel free to message me!

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anyways im submitting myself because im a lonely ho. im Oliver, im 16. im a trans guy. im an artist and a dancer in central Florida.
my fav tv shows are Halt and Catch Fire, Shameless, and Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia. my favorite soda is cherry vanilla coke. i have 3 dogs, a rabbit and a gecko. lookin 4 pals and also maybe a bf ??? hopefully??? lol k my user is @adolesent

I am doing an art trade with @the-feral-lady of our Lavellans–this is a quick reference sheet of my Lavellan’s basic outfit, which I just edit in color schemes, etc, in my head, or adjust some of the fabric. I want her to look like a little goddess, hahah.

My Lavellan Inquisitor’s name is Vala’Hani Lavellan. I miss drawing/playing as her! Her and Adele were always my favorites to play as for females and my Inquisitor Astor for males (he is my beefy beauty).

@bisimonbaz


I just wanted to share


On my birthday I always go to my favorite restaurant to eat, and this year I went to this new Afghan Kabob house with my dad

I think one of the coolest things I’ve seen is my father (looking like a Persian machismo painting) and this vibrant and absolutely witty Afghan man talk in Farsi to each other, joking, laughing, talking about parenting, history, and shaking hands and just…good times. I love that the Persian people and culture and the Afghan people and culture can connect through a language which they both speak with their own unique and wonderful ways.

Anywho, it was a really cool moment of Farsi-ism and I had to share. Khosh bashi, doosteh khoob! :D

anonymous asked:

Who is your favorite rat currently and who is your favorite that you've owned ever?

If you had asked last week, I would’ve said Atlas…unfortunately, he passed away due to old age a few days ago. 😔  I LOVE LOVE LOVE Hyacinth & Twain, they are probably my current favorites. I always call Hyacinth “Old Lady Rat” because she’s very elderly & frail-looking, has trouble keeping weight on, just has that really aged look about her, but she’s full of energy & loves running on the wheel & climbing. I normally vastly prefer males’ personalities, so it’s kind of funny I like her so much because she’s a very typical female, but she just makes me smile every time I see her. Twain bounces when he moves, he’s constantly excited & is a very happy rat. I have a bunch right now that aren’t super friendly, they just have more reserved personalities & aren’t big on socialization or being held or played with, but those are two really fun ones. 

My favorites I’ve ever had were Ivan, Wyatt, Rorschach, Stanley, Pax, & Jayce. Seven is a weird number to answer the question with but I couldn’t leave any of them off, they were all very very special to me. I have a lot of honorable mentions (Courage, Wesley, Bentley, Oliver, Alfie), but those are “the best of the best,” so to speak. 

Since I just found out about it, I want to talk about Vader the Fox.

Foxes are and always have been my favorite animal. I personally would love to own one as a pet. I understand if some people may disagree with me, you may be more of a cat person. But the story of Vader just pisses me off. For those of you who don’t know, Vader the Fox was a domesticated silver fox that had his own blog a while back.


The blog had received hate mail from “animal activists” who didn’t like that someone owned a “wild animal”. Then someone took it a step farther. While the family was in the process of moving out of the city they lived in, someone made an anonymous false bite report blaming Vader. Animal Control took Vader away and immediately euthanized him, even though the family had been told they could appeal.

People have been saying recently that it’ll take someone dying for @staff to actually start monitoring hate on the site, and at this rate, with this story, I believe them.

-Mod Bastion

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Beach walk from Sunday Morning. High high tide. As I had to hurriedly scrabble up some rocks to not get soaked by a wave. Also - high tide meant no sea glass.

In the third from last picture, I thought a picture of the beach between the rocks would be cool. Beckett decided to jump in like “Are You Coming?”

The second to last picture is my favorite view - the path we always take down to the beach. Lavender on the left side, bright purple flowers on the right, and then the wooden steps and ocean in front!

Lastly - Beckett and I. Doesn’t he seem thrilled to take a picture?