i'm sorry for the graham one

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After a month long wait IT’S FINALLY DONE. Man, this took WAY longer than I thought it would. This is what I get for wanting to try new things, I suppose. I’d love to  do this again in the future (with much better quality, of course) but maybe not in the near future? Idk haha

And to those who may be wondering, yes, this fanart is actually an update to a previous one  I made ago for the same occasion. The fanart prompt for a domestic Hannigram scene immediately reminded me of this, so I though why not make this fanart less one-sided? :)

Many thanks to the one who gave this prompt as well. I forgot who it was but I hope the two parts and this video made up for that (and my absence during the Hanniversary OTL).

I hope you all have an amazing day <3

~BB

just some Hannigram thoughts

Sooooo. I may or may not have spent the last ten minutes in a catatonic state dwelling on how much Hannibal and Will’s physical and mental synchronicity subliminally accentuates their potential in regards to sex. These two men are so completely entwined emotionally that more or less everything they do in each other’s presence is synchronised to some degree. They move in complete tandem, they communicate almost telepathically, they even fucking eat and drink at the same time.  

 I MEAN

LOOK

AT

THIS

FUCKING

SHIT

RIGHT

HERE

This obviously serves to elucidate just how deeply these two men connect but SERIOUSLY HOW AM I MEANT TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT WHEN THEY EVENTUALLY FUCK, THEY WILL INSTINCTIVELY KNOW HOW TO REDUCE THE OTHER TO PURE NEED WITHOUT UTTERING A WORD? THERE WOULD BE NO RESTRAINT, NO HESITANCE, JUST MINDLESS, PASSIONATE, VAGUELY VIOLENT SEX, EACH KNOWING EXACTLY HOW TO MAKE THE OTHER COME, BLESSED WITH THE CAPACITY TO ACHIEVE IT IN SECONDS BUT DOING EVERYTHING IN THEIR POWER TO DRAW IT OUT. IMAGINE ONE OF THEM GIVING THE OTHER ONE OF THE SOUL SEARCHING STARES WE’VE ALL COME TO ASSOCIATE WITH HANNIGRAM, BEFORE BEARING THEM DOWN ON THE NEAREST SURFACE AND FUCKING THEM UNTIL THEY CAN’T WALK. I S2G HANNIBAL AND WILL COULD MAKE EACH OTHER COME WITH A LOOK. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT? I WAS HAVING SUCH A GOOD DAY GODDAMMIT. 

Hannibal fic prompt: Will Graham is way too pretty
  • will graham: i’m a grouchy unsociable loner
  • jack crawford: you have 14 restraining orders against ex-girlfriends, ex-hairdressers, and ex-coworkers who randomly fell in love with you after seeing you once in the Quantico cafeteria
  • will graham: where i eat ALONE at a table by the window ALONE
  • beverly katz: people literally choke on their food around you because they forget how to breathe and chew at the same time
  • will graham: no one likes me or invites me to social events
  • beverly katz: you got invited to mark's retirement party just last week, you ruined three relationships just by walking around the room once, the only thing you told mark was 'sorry to see you go' and the poor old bastard offered to leave his wife of 25 years for you
  • will graham: i sweat like a pig
  • jimmy price: you don't sweat like a pig, you glisten like a sea-sprayed statue of antinous
  • will graham: my unironic lumberjack clothes fit me poorly
  • brian zeller: you made 'lumberjack slob' the leading fashion trend in the Washington metropolitan area.
  • will graham: my students applauded me once for shooting a suspect, it was inappropriate
  • beverly katz: wanna talk inappropriate, your students once gave you a five-minute standing ovation for drinking from a water bottle
  • will graham: alana rejected my awkward and fumbling advances
  • alana bloom: my self-esteem couldn't handle me not being the pretty one in the relationship
  • will graham: supermarket tabloids cast aspersions on my character
  • freddie lounds: how else am i going to justify devoting 8 pages to long-range photos of you playing with your dogs or wandering around your property in your underwear? btw calvin klein's people called, they're ready to offer you six figures to model those cute little boxer briefs you favor
  • will graham: help me jack i am so broken and vulnerable!..
  • jack crawford: sorry buddy, i'm going to have to talk with my back to you from now on, bella told me not to look at you ever again after i called out your name during our anniversary sex
  • will graham: WELL FINE SCREW ALL OF YOU I'LL JUST TALK TO THIS SHRINK I AM BEING FORCED TO SEE BECAUSE MY AIR OF MYSTERY, SELF-SACRIFICE, AND LOVE OF RESCUING ABANDONED ANIMALS ARE ALL SO OFF-PUTTING
  • dr. hannibal lecter: ...
  • dr. hannibal lecter: hello! i know we literally just met, but all i want to do for the rest of my life is cook you delicious meals and fill my mansion with drawings of your face and butt
  • will graham: ...
  • dr. hannibal lecter: sorry, i don't think i'm saying this right. my apologies, english is my fifth language.
  • will graham: ah ok
  • dr. hannibal lecter: what i meant to say was, i want to give you all my infinite money and also babies
  • will graham: fml

“It was the first thing my dad taught me, you know..”

Hannibal watched him as Will approached his space, sat between his legs and basically made him his bed, just because he can. Will could feel the smile radiating off Hannibal’s face.

“..that here in the sea, the stars are your comrades.”

He lazily points a finger upward, following a train of stars.

“These two are your friends.” Will says as  he pauses and shifts to a constellation opposite. “Spring up, fall down.”

He points to one star, directly above him. “And that’s your best friend.”

“Polaris.” Hannibal supplies. “The star that would always take you home.”

Will smiled to himself. “I used to call bullshit on it. One star couldn’t just be able to miraculously substitute directions.” Hannibal felt his body getting heavier, along with an audible sigh. Will closes his eyes.

"But maybe… I take it back.”

Silence hung in the air. Will hadn’t felt this comfortable in years.

Hanniversary request for @imlostinthedream who wanted Will and Hannibal cuddling under the night sky. I’m sorry I used a stock photo for the stars (I collect too many of them ||orz||), but this one was so PRETTY.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm back sorry but I'm telling the story now and its kinda long so it would not fit in just one post, so Blur performed at the Theather on Nov 1991 and they became friendly with the local staff and later invited them to their after party (1)

So they were in a such a little place but they had lots of booze and they bring some girls that were on the concert and everyone got drunk VERY FAST and the place was full so at some point nobody knew were Graham or Alex were but they ignored it. My uncle said Damon was such an extrovert who talked with everyone and super smart and very attractive but also so fucking annoying and arrogantats some point during the party he was with a group chatting when he said he was “off the loo” but someone told him “no to bother his mate cuz he was getting some action in the bathroom"so Damon acc thought it was Alex in there and said that he loved teasing him so he went there and opened the door and SURPRISE it was Gra giving head to a girl. My uncle recalls him literally freezing at the door all livid for a minute but then he shouted “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS” all loud so everyone in the place listened, but then Damon went crazy and had a massive tantrum and cried like a scorned child. Everyone got scared cuz he began screaming to the girl calling her a cheap bitch and keep saying “leave him fuckig alone” and when Gra who was drunk as hell tried to interfere he almost punch him and told him something like “why?” “i hate u” and he was all melodramatic telling Graham he couldn’t belive what he was doing and that he was stupid for fucking a stupid girl making him feel guilty and Graham then began crying too and apologizing to him no stop, like it was weird af. Literally my uncle thought Damon was weird and an hyprocrite lol cuz he was moments before flirtting and kissing random girls as well saying he had a “girl that was driving him crazy back home” (justine obvs) and after that the party crashed their tour manager had to be a mediator between them because it was getting pretty nasty and Damon stormed off and everyone was like wtf what are they??? So my uncle just assumed they were on the closet, and NOW I’M CRYING KNOWING THIS SHIT😭😭

i do not know whether to believe it or not but i like this deadass wild story a lot so let’s pretend it’s real

tbh i can’t even imagine damon crying but the thought of it breaks my heart my poor baby 
why graham why would you do this to him??:(

but the most important question is WHY THE FUKC ARE THEY ALL SO EXTRA™ 

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Tom Hiddleston’s nickname for costar and friend Chris Hemsworth: “My brother from another mother”

Bonus:

anonymous asked:

Just imagine this: Nathan trying to flirt with Warren, trying to be smooth while leaning against a door and then crashing through said door. Warren laughing and then leaning down to kiss his head. "That was sweet of you to open the door for me." "Shut it."

Another yawn built itself up in his throat and he tried to repress it. He tapped his foot in a rapid rhythm, tears forming in his eyes from swallowing back his yawn. He rubbed at his tired eyes before looking down the hall once more. He still wasn’t here.

Nathan had stayed up late last night again. He had been doing something productive, though. Well, sort of. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even Warren, but he had been looking up pickup lines last night. Nerd pick up lines.
The very thought was embarrassing, but Nathan had a good reason. Warren was always using such clever lines, some so complicated that Nathan didn’t quite understand but got the gist. Nathan, on the other hand, wasn’t so good with words. He liked actions. He wanted to kiss? He kissed him. He wanted to cuddle? Nathan pulled Warren back to the bed to cuddle. He wanted to heat things up? He had Warren’s clothes off before he could say anything clever.

Yeah, words weren’t Nathan’s thing, but he wanted to get better. He wasn’t oblivious, and he knew that Warren wished that he’d be more open to talking. So, what better way than to smooth talk him with stupid pick up lines?

It’s wasn’t Nathan’s first choice, but he had to start somewhere.

The only issue was that nerdy pick up lines were hard to memorize. Like, the first one he found was about square roots and being unreal or irrational, but Nathan knew he would mess it up. He wanted to impress and flatter Warren, not make of fool of himself and earn a science or math lesson.

He eventually found one that was simple, short and easy to remember, and he would just have to find the perfect opportunity. Just as Nathan pushed off the wall and looked over at the doors, Warren came walking in with that small grin that always seemed to be formed on his lips. Nathan felt his own lips twitch up as his pulse quickened.

Warren approached him, pulling out his keys. “Waiting for me by my dorm? My, my, look who’s getting bold?” Warren teased. Nathan rolled his eyes.

“No one’s around.” Nathan bit his lip, wondering if he should just blurt it out. No, that’s not something that you just blurt out. Nathan sighed.

“Still,” Warren playfully slapped him with the lanyard that held his keys, and Nathan caught it. Warren unlocked his door, gently tugging the lanyard, but Nathan kept a firm grip.

Nathan swallowed harshly, figuring now was a good time. Nathan jerked the lanyard, and Warren allowed himself to be pulled forward, cautiously glancing around the dorm. Nathan ducked down and pressed a light kiss against his jawline. Warren sighed, “Bold.” Nathan hummed, pressing Warren back against the frame of the door, heat surrounding them. God, Warren was always so damn warm.

Nathan pulled back, locking their gazes. “You know something Warren…” Nathan murmured.

“Hm?”
Nathan leaned his side lightly against Warren’s door before pushing back his embarrassment and whispering, “You turn my software into hardwa- ah!”

Nathan had put his full weight into leaning against the door, and he hadn’t realized that Warren had unlocked and opened it. Warren’s warmth was gone, and he was greeted by the cold hard ground of Warren’s bedroom. At the realization of what happened, Nathan froze. Even his heart stopped.

The heavy silence was broken by Warren’s soft chuckle. His chuckle wasn’t mocking, and for that Nathan was grateful. Though, it did nothing to salvage the remains of Nathan’s nonexistent pride.

Nathan didn’t move, he just kept his face buried uncomfortable in Warren’s carpet. He felt Warren step over him, and kneel beside him. A comforting hand ran through his hair, and kiss was placed upon his head.

“That was sweet of you to open the door for me.”

“Shut it.” Nathan’s muffed voice grumbled.

“What? The door? You’re feet are in the way.” Warren teased.

“Your face.”

“Don’t tell me your hardware has softened, because that would be very disappointing.”