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thanks to @hedaclarks for the beautiful text


Earth 2 Barry x Iris :)

Note: Based on a text post convo bw @barryiriswest @boniferhasty and @amuzed1

It was the same way every day. He would enter the coffee shop, order his usual, and sit by the table closest to the windows. He enjoyed sipping his coffee while going over data on his latest experiment. And this one was a doozy. The numbers just didn’t add up. No matter how many times he re-calibrated and re-calculated, it just wasn’t working. Ah well. That’s time-travel for you.

He looked up from his papers and almost missed her. There she was, standing in line with her long brown hair hanging over her shoulders. Her head was tilted to one side as she chatted to another patron who was also in line.

Then she laughed.

The other person must have said something to make her smile.

He looked down at his work, and reached his hands up to his face to take off his glasses, wipe them off, and put them back on. He looked up again, back to where she was standing.

“Hey, Barry.” Theodore Williams sat in the seat opposite him with a croissant sandwich in one hand and an espresso in the other.

He nodded vaguely in Theo’s direction and took one last look at her.

All the years of studies and scientific evidence could not account for what her face did to him. He could be having the worst morning ever… but whenever he saw her smile…

That cannot be science, he thought to himself.

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things sam loves about dean

the way his ears stick out a little; the little curves on either side of his nose, like he was sculpted and even the tiny parts of him are pretty, worthy of devotion; loves that dean dances when he thinks sam’s not looking, when he’s washing dishes or cleaning the car or looking for a book in the library, his hips working, legs moving carelessly, a gritty hum rumbling around in his throat, anything from foreigner to collective soul to drake; that he’s nostalgic to a desperate point where he’s almost ashamed of it, that he fights to keep pieces of their past, of their childhood, of their lives intact when it wouldn’t occur to sam that he may want to hold onto it until years later, when it’s too late; loves that dean likes things just so, likes to keep clean and tidy and that he finds gratification in it; that he gets onto sam about making the bed too sloppy (when he just likes to watch dean bend over and do it himself, complaining all the while); loves the way he looks driving down the highway at 60 miles an hour, arm draped long on the open window, fingertips guiding their black beast of a home down the road, his eyes bright with sunlight or glowing with moonlight or swimming in a river of color from dawn or twilight, forever and always trained on the horizon; the way dean likes to hold his hand even when he’s too shy to ask for it with words, just lets sam know with a bashful slip of his fingertips along sam’s; the way dean makes sure he eats, always feeds him and watches him eat with an indulgent smile; the way he strokes sam’s hair and back to get him to sleep, that same, sweetslow rhythm that he’s done since dean slept in the cradle with him, the one that is their own lullaby, that has lulled sam to sleep thousands of nights of their lives, even when all he had was the ghost of dean’s fingertips, the haunt of that fingertipped lullaby on those lost days when he didn’t have dean; loves the way dean laughs full-bodied at sitcoms, at the really bad jokes and the most ridiculous plots; that he still looks at sam like he’s small, like he’s still the ‘little’ part of a little brother, like he could tuck up under dean’s arm, if they both wanted him to, if they really tried to; loves that dean walks and lives and looks at him and loves him like he’s still got that amulet around his neck, like his love for sam is visible in every single thing he does, during every second of his life, and it is. sam sees it in dean, in his eyes, and he doesn’t know how he ever lived without it.

anonymous asked:

In your headcanon, other than the aftermath of Mizumono, when do you think the rest of the characters realized that Hannibal was in love with Will? Like even after the Chilton conversation i think Jack somehow remained in denial until much much later. Alana is unclear, too. Originally i thought she reached that conclusion when she said 'it's a courtship', but later she went to seek comfort from Hannibal like a girlfriend would, so i've been going back and forth between this moment or mizumono.

I don’t think I fully understand this question. You mean, specifically in season two (I’m not sure what “the aftermath of Mizumono” quite covers), when did the characters realize that Hannibal was in love with Will? Which conversation with Chilton and Jack are you thinking of? I don’t remember their relationship coming up with that level of specificity in S2, so do you mean the one in S3?

Not even Hannibal had it figured out in S2. Even Bedelia was probably having the “Does obsession count as love?” theoretical discussion in her mind, while sipping Grenouilles chablis in her hidey-hole and taking long, hot baths.

Although…Abel Gideon totally put it together, I suspect. Possibly Abigail did too, although we’ll probably never know (though if we did get another season of Hannibal, I wouldn’t rule out seeing her in another flashback; that would be fun, but also *cry*). Pazzi knew as soon as he saw the broken heart and found Will there. 

Who knows exactly when Freddie cottoned on, or even if she cares how close to the truth she is or not (I don’t really buy all of Lara Jean Chorostecki’s excuses for her character, heh). I could believe that she figured it out by the time she was becoming suspicious of Will over Randall Tier, and could well have connected the dots when she understood Will’s plan. 

As for Alana, I wouldn’t necessarily take the courtship line too literally: it’s referencing Hannibal courting Will’s inner murderer. The romantic overtones are definitely there, and on purpose, but even a normal romance/courtship doesn’t necessarily jump to “in love” that fast. That said, I also wouldn’t take her trip back to Hannibal, when she kisses him, as “seeking comfort.” She’s giving him one last chance to say something–anything–to make her stop suspecting he’s Will’s benefactor. She’s doubting everything at that moment, including him, and he fails that test rather spectacularly. I don’t know that Alana ever had a single moment of epiphany, but just slowly came into knowledge about Hannibal’s feelings, just as she was slowly coming into knowledge about his extracurricular activities. I imagine she had to take some time to parse both her involvement with a serial killer and her understanding of him over the years, as well as with Will. I guess she got that in the hospital (just like Chilton did).

With Jack…. Well, you know, I’m not sure Jack really gives a damn. I think it matters to him when he realizes that Will is in love with Hannibal in S3 (which I think he knew by the time he chose not to chase Hannibal out of the museum), but I don’t think he gives two fucks about how Hannibal feels about anything after Bella dies. I think he knew when Hannibal surrendered and he observed that he didn’t have to catch him. But he probably knew before that–he knew enough to come to Palermo when the broken heart was found–and so it kind of implies he more or less had it figured out in late S2, or in the aftermath of Mizumono, like you talked about. 

I do think Will knew, although he might not have had the words to utter it. The conversation when he asks Bedelia notwithstanding, his whole plan was predicated on Hannibal’s love for him, and Hannibal declared his love on more than one occasion. Will’s movement away from understanding Hannibal was in love with him had a great deal to do with expecting to find Hannibal pining away in Europe for him, as he had been pining for Hannibal in America, only to discover that Hannibal had shacked up with someone else in the meantime. That shook him a lot, as was obvious with his “bitchiness” toward Bedelia then and later. In my mind, that discovery probably brought back his late S1 fears that he was ultimately just Hannibal’s perfect wind-up toy, which I think explains how he could both come to the realization that Hannibal would turn himself in if Will rejected him, and still not accept that Hannibal was in love with him. (It also makes you wonder to what extent finding Bedelia with Hannibal cemented Will’s decision that he needed to kill Hannibal then.) But regardless of later doubts, I think he knew at the time. He even dreamed of Hannibal calling him “beloved.” He knew.  


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