manip i guess

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The Only Thing Worth Remembering About From 2015: the rebirth of “Larry Stylinson” & watching them rise.

Harry and Louis are the Stevie and Lindsey of the mermaid-tattoo-era stadium-rock eye-contact game. Louis’ eyes are dark, intense, controlling, with a surly "damn your love, damn your life” edge. Harry’s eyes say “I hear the darkness you’re expressing and it’s important to me but my heart tells me to twirl right now,” so he twirls and touches his hair. The brooding look vs. the beatific twirl. When one of them gets happy, the other gets wistful. When one of them gets bitchy, the other gets sugary. I could watch them sing together for hours. I could probably watch them do laundry for hours. (I doubt they do laundry.)“ - Rolling Stone Magazine (2015)

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Mericcup Week 2015 Day 2 >> “Duty means doing the thing your heart may well regret.” (Princess and the Pauper)

An alternate gifset of this, in which Hiccup interrupts Merida’s wedding with that so called ‘dramatic flair’ of his, steals her away and flies off into the sunset.

[this is a manip]

they were at the same event but there’s not a single pic of them together so that’s why i made this i guess ??? pls don’t eat me

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Here’s part two of my manip tutorial for low/instagram quality images! I did make a few tiny adjustments after I finished the video, but check out the finished product here. Hopefully this helps someone out there since this one there’s a lot more to it than there is for the nighttime candid tutorial I posted the other day.

Good luck and if you have any questions, feel free to ask! If there are any other kinds of images I’ve done that you want me to show you how to do, feel free to let me know and I’ll try my best.

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build me on your cowardice
build me on your cloying scent
still beyond a buoying wealth
will beyond destroying health
build me on your avarice
build me on your foreign lash

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Hannigram AU:

Will Graham, a young mute, is forced to seek the guidance of a new psychiatrist in the hopes of recovering from his ailment. The doctor in question, Hannibal Lecter, is seemingly perfect- respectful of Will’s social anxiety and careful in his methods. However, Will soon finds, as treatment after treatment fails to provide any results, that the doctor is willing to explore the unconventional side of psychiatry as he fosters a twisted yet delightful codependency.

Will waited nervously outside Doctor Hannibal Lecter’s office. 

His hands shook so he hid them in his pockets. At first, Will had been dismayed at the news of switching to a new psychiatrist as he had come to enjoy Dr.Bloom’s company. He had felt progress was made.

But he was wrong and it didn’t matter how he had felt

Will could recall how her gentle frown curled around soft words, “Will, we have reached the point in our doctor-patient relationship where I can no longer be an asset in your progress. I need you to refocus your attention on getting your voice out, and not learning to live silently. I’m giving you a referral to someone who will provide you the treatment I can no longer give.” 

And he had done little more than grunt in response. 

The shifting in his peripheral vision as the office door opened lifted him from his thoughts as he came face to face with the psychiatrist. A quick register of facial features- prominent brow, thin lipped, fine hair, and dark eyes- before Will allowed his gaze to settle on the paisley tie fastened around the man’s neck.

Dr.Lecter allowed a soft smile as he greeted, “Good evening, Will. Please come in,” with accented words.

Will regarded the taller man for a moment, before forcing himself to walk past the doctor into the enormous office space. Dr.Lecter followed behind Will as he closed the door. In easy strides he was seated comfortably in a black leather chair with an identical chair placed parallel, awaiting Will in open invitation.

However Will opted to slowly wander his way around the office as it helped ease his anxiety some what. He wondered if already a patient as difficult as himself irritated the doctor and to what extend. Despite these concerns Will couldn’t voice them, an imagined disconnect between the pathways of his brain and his vocal cords would not allow it.

”Will, I seek to create a safe environment for you. I will not force you to speak, not if you don’t want to. However, upon the recommendation from Dr.Bloom, these sessions will be more challenging than you’re accustomed to. Without significant progress your condition may worsen and regress into depression.”

Will knew these things. Dr.Bloom often reminded him about the severity of his situation. She often questioned his dedication to his recovery. And she was often right, if not always. 

Silence settled in the space only to he filled with the slight shifting of pen against paper. Will noticed that Dr.Lecter’s gaze was now cast at a hardcover journal in his lap. The mute wondered what notes he was taking…It put Will slightly on edge but this allowed him to look at the psychiatrist freely for those dark eyes not longer followed his movements around the room. 

Unfortunately those dark eyes returned with a strange fondness, catching Will’s gaze momentarily before before he shifted away.

“I believe it would beneficial to your treatment if you bought a family member or friend who you are comfortable with to participate in our sessions. In many cases, this comfort has sped up the recovery process. Do you have anyone who would accompany you to our next session?” Dr.Lecter asked with ease.

Will thought for a moment and allowed his grimace to show plainly. The psychiatrist had to know that for a mute there were few opportunities for friendship. And family was a whole other issue entirely- an issue Dr.Lecter would likely want explore in the future- just as Dr.Bloom had tried to explore.

Will shook his head slowly, and the psychiatrist hummed in acknowledgement.

Dr.Lecter then set down his pen, tore a page from the journal, and made way for his desk. Will focused on the shuffling of papers before the doctor’s smooth voice broke through the quiet once again, “Through the means of indirect communication, mutes often find it easier to establish familiarity with those who they are unable to speak to directly. I wrote you a letter, I’d like for you to read it at home and respond when you are comfortable in doing so- but hopefully before our next session.”

From where he stood at his desk, he held a crisp envelope out to Will.

Reluctantly, Will closed the distance between them to pluck the letter from the doctor with a shaky hand, before Will reestablished some semblance of distance with a few meager steps back. 

“Did you try this technique with Dr.Bloom?” 

Will shook his head.

“Hopefully, this proves to be a fruitful beginning to your treatment.” 

Will spared Hannibal a questioning look, focusing his gaze for only for a moment, as he followed Dr.Lecter to the office door. 

“Have a fine rest of your evening, Will. I look forward to our next session.”

Will nodded in response as he moved past and heard the door shut behind him.

Left now to his privacy, with his nerves calming, he regarded the envelope in his hand. It had “Will Graham” sprawled across the front in fine penmanship, as well as a stamp in the right hand corner. Will’s brow scrunched in confusion when he saw in the left hand corner not Dr.Lecter’s office address but only what he could assume was the man’s home address. 

Either way, Will folded the envelope into his jacket, thankful to be in and out in such a relatively short period of time, and left the building without a word- not that that was unusual in any circumstance. 

Within the spacious office Hannibal considered his session with Will, the young man with a ferocious intelligence behind his blue eyes. 

He wondered what it would take to pull sounds from such an interesting young man.