don't. mess. with. the. otp

After episode 22 my undying love for Favaro faltered a bit but meh, AmiraBahamut is back in town and i’m overjoyed :”)

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Chapter 227: CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! 

“No matter what…I won’t let my brother and Diane go through what Ban and I had to…..!!” 

(But like….. f*ck, how is King going to react? He finally is with the girl he has been in love and now this happens to her??? POOR CINNAMON-BUN CAN’T CATCH A BREAK!!!!)

If FitzSimmons ever got married in the traditional sense, when the officiant asks, “If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” maid of honor Daisy Johnson would immediately shoot daggers at the crowd, like “if anyone dares to object, I will quake their ass into space”  

Death wasn’t at all like Mike imagined it.

His life didn’t flash before his eyes. There was no white light. In the end it was just the few seconds he could see the oncoming car and then … nothing. No pain, no feeling, no anything.

Heaven was also not at all like Mike imagined it, and yet he couldn’t help the rueful smile. He opened his eyes to find himself standing in the middle of Harvey’s apartment. Of course. This wasn’t his heaven because of the slick lines or the sparkling city view. It was his heaven because this was the place he’d felt the happiest, the most at home.

He wandered around the space for a while. It was such a perfect facsimile that he felt like he was really there, standing in Harvey’s actual apartment. He didn’t feel much different than from when he was alive. Where were all the answers he was promised? If this was indeed his heaven why were there no pearly gates or choirs of angels or even just someone - anyone - to greet him?

Where were his parents? Grammy?

The sound of a key in the front door lifted his spirits. That must be them now. Grinning, he rushed to the entryway. But when the door opened it wasn’t his parents or Grammy. It was Harvey, and he looked … there was no other word for it, he looked wrecked.

Mike was confused. If this was his heaven and Harvey was here, shouldn’t he be happy to see Mike? But then he walked straight past Mike as if he wasn’t even there, as though he couldn’t see him at all.

“Harvey?” Mike asked tentatively as he trailed after him.

No reaction.

Harvey went straight to the wet bar, poured himself a scotch, and drowned it in one go before pouring another. He took the second drink over to the lounge, collapsing in the chair and drinking it, albeit slightly slower this time.

Mike sat down beside him. He said Harvey’s name again and again and again but there was still no reaction. Harvey was just staring off into space, looking utterly devastated. Something was wrong. Harvey was right there, close enough to touch, except when he tried, when he reached out his hand couldn’t connect, just moved right through him. Harvey couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him.

Maybe he wasn’t in heaven. Maybe he was in hell.

Mike didn’t know how long they stayed like that; Harvey staring off into space with glassy eyes, Mike hovering uncertainly by his side with no idea what was happening. The impasse was broken by the sound of Harvey’s phone. It was the text alert tone, and when Harvey pulled it out from his pocket Mike tried to angle himself to see what it said, in case it gave him some clue as to what was happening. But Harvey was too quick, throwing the phone aside after reading the message, and then hunching over, his head in his hands.

Mike reached out to put his hand on Harvey’s back. Not that it made any difference.

In the silence that followed Mike started to mourn for the loss of his life. There were still so many things he wanted for his life. He’d never travelled overseas. He’d never made it to name partner. He never saw the Mets win the world series. He never went to Comic-Con. He’d never won a landmark case or set any precedents. He’d never gotten married.

So many things he wanted to do and never did. Too many. But the worst of it was Harvey. Mike was desperately in love with him, and he’d never gotten the chance to tell him.

So he did it now. Because what could it hurt? This wasn’t real, he was in some kind of hell or purgatory or something. The real Harvey would never get to hear these words, so why not say it to this fake one?

“I love you, Harvey,” Mike murmured.

Harvey’s head snapped up, looking around the room as if he’d heard something. Mike froze, hope flickering in his chest, but when Harvey’s eyes passed over Mike there was no recognition. Mike hated himself for hoping, he hated God or whoever was responsible for this torture, he hated the driver who killed him and took him away from the man he loved.

The sound of a door opening and closing stole both their attention. Donna walked slowly into the apartment. She didn’t look that great. Mike wanted to make a joke, smile and say jeez who died and get them both laughing, but even if he could, even if they could hear him, he knew it wouldn’t work. Because he was the one who died, and the afterlife was taunting him over it.

“Harvey,” Donna said gently, but Harvey stood, taking a few steps away, his back to her as he stood at the empty fireplace.

“I can’t. I can’t go there. I can’t see…”

Mike looked between them, confused. Donna didn’t shy away, she walked right up to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. There was nothing sexual or romantic in her touch, but Mike felt the jealousy flair nonetheless. How come this fake Donna could touch this fake Harvey and yet Mike, who was the only real thing here, couldn’t?

“I know how hard this is for you.”

“No, Donna, you don’t,” he snapped, whirling around and shaking off her hand. “You have no idea how this feels. How angry and scared and useless I feel. How this is the one thing I can’t fix and it’s killing me. How all I can think about is how I wished it was me and not - and not…”

Donna wrapped her arms around him, and Harvey let her. Mike stood and walked away, attempting to give them some privacy. The moment felt too intimate, and even though he had no idea what they were talking about he knew it wasn’t good, and Harvey wouldn’t want Mike seeing him like this.

“I know you’re scared,” Donna said. “I am too. But Harvey, he’s not gone. He needs you.”

“I can’t. I can’t see Mike like that.”

What? Mike turned, taking a few steps toward them. What were they talking about?

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From That’s so Raven - They Work Hard for His Honey. All the times Raven calls Chelsea “Biscuit Head”

adorable clip of Raven and Chelsea posing as a cute couple with a baby in season 4 of That’s So Raven :)

have some viktuuri headcanons
  • so before they move to russia they go back to japan and stay for a while, and end up spending through new years’ there
    • they invite yurio with too bc new years’ at yuuri’s is lit like literally there’s so much fireworks and while it’s nothing compared to big fireworks displays in st. petersburg, both viktor and yuuri know that yurio lowkey appreciates the small but close celebration
      • because he needs friends
    • you know the usual endings pre-episode 10? THAT
  • it gives them plenty of time to say goodbye to his friends and family
    • you can practically hear minako weeping
    • they’re all jelly because yuuri’s moving in with his beau heyooo
      • also: yuuri and viktor get to show off their matching rings to the rest of the fam besides minako and mari
      • “guess who got engaged in barcelona?”
      • the triplets are hounding viktor and yuuri for pictures and they don’t mind they’re just so happy to be together and skate together forever wow
  • they also spend this time looking at apartments/condos over there in russia and ofc yuuri’s clueless because he’s only been there once and viktor takes this time to flash his sparkling puppy dog eyes in excitement
    • he gets to show yuuri around st. petersburg and he’s never been more happy
    • they settle on a place by the beach, just around where viktor used to live before he moved to hasetsu bc it reminds yuuri of his place back in japan
  • on that note: cue the sappy tourist montages and instagram spam
    • lots and lots of couple pictures per viktor’s request (not that yuuri minds, of course)
    • lol imagine all the restaurants viktor wants to take yuuri to just to see him try the new food
      • it’s literally the cutest ever viktor will point out every little thing that reminds him of something yuuri will for sure enjoy
      • and it’s great bc st. petersburg used to be so dull– for viktor, it was the same thing every day but now he has yuuri and everything seems so much more lively and he can’t stop thinking about all the stuff they’ll do and see and try together
        • viktor’s just a giant sappy romantic okay 
  • and let’s not forget the most important part of moving into their new place……… the decorating. the shopping.

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“From the beginning you and the dragon had been one. You are becoming, and the dragon is your higher self.”

The way this show is currently paralleling Will Graham and Francis Dolarhyde is absolutely brilliant. The above conversation is even more significant when you consider Bedelia telling Will that he is capable of righteous violence because he is compassionate, and that extreme acts of cruelty require high levels of empathy, certainly something Will is in no short supply of.

Dolarhyde is not killing his victims because he wants to inflict pain upon them. In his madness he believes he is helping them. He believes he is elevating them to their higher selves by giving them to the darkness within himself that he calls the dragon. This is righteous violence. This is his compassion. But Hannibal knows that this darkness is something that has been inside him all along, and this harkens back to Will at the end of season 2. As he attempted to trick and trap Hannibal, Will unlocked a part of his nature that has always been present, and is just as natural to him as being sweet and good and kind, which he undoubtedly is. But as he said earlier this season, he never knew himself more than he did when he was with Hannibal.

And speaking of which, as soon as Dolarhyde said this:

I was immediately reminded of this:

Molly is to Will as Reba is to Dolarhyde. Through her he has found an escape from the darker side of himself. He consumed the Blake painting because he wanted to desperately to be someone else for her. He wants to step away from the darkness and into the light, but to do so would be to deny half of his true self, and Hannibal is dependent on him embracing that darkness at this point.

Hannibal’s ethics and motivations are fascinating. He is undeniably capable of experiencing love, but the nature of that love and the nature of who he is twists it and turns it into a truly destructive force. He likes testing people, he likes placing them in situations where they have a choice to do right or wrong to see which they will choose, and he is no stranger to a good old game of cat and mouse. But his motivations with Dolarhyde go a bit deeper than that… I believe he thinks if he can help Dolarhyde become his higher self, if he can help him become the dragon, then he can help Will come around again too. He can pull him away from his family (the family that he believes is a poor replacement for the family they were creating together) and back into his orbit. 

A striking difference between the canon of the books and what took place on the show is that Hannibal did not send Dolarhyde after Will AND his family… he only sent him after Molly and Walter. Hannibal doesn’t want Dolarhyde to kill Will in this universe, but he is unbelievably jealous and wants Will’s new family out of the picture as soon as possible. This isn’t simply about playing a game out of boredom for him. In the end it all comes down to his deep and twisted love for Will Graham.

Will and Molly love one another, there is no doubt about that, but we are being shown through visual subtext and absolutely blatant and heavy handed dialogue that Will and Hannibal belong together. They are two sides of the same coin, but Will’s true destiny to be with Hannibal cannot be realized until he learns to, once again, give in to his own becoming.

Will wanted to run away with Hannibal not only because they were friends, or because they truly do love one another on a deep and profound level, but because through Hannibal, Will found his freedom. His transformation at the end of season 2 also felt very deliberate, it began as a premeditated plan to capture Hannibal after all, but it resulted in Will discovering the true nature of the beast residing in his own belly. A part of him will always want to be with Hannibal, will always wish they had run away together all those years ago, and I guess only time (aka the final two episodes) will tell if that part of himself will be victorious in the end.