only by you

i lost my voice for a week & nobody noticed because i never freaking talk

@ everyone saying biphobia is a subset of homophobia and cant be its own independent concept: please show me where lesbians and gay men are discriminated against for feeling attraction to more than one gender. please show me where lesbians and gay men are told they need to “pick a side” and will “settle down as gay/straight eventually”. please show me where lesbians and gay men are dumped bc their partners think being mga makes them more likely to cheat. please explain to me how lesbians and gay men are erased by the statement “you can only be gay or straight.” 

all of those things are struggles faced specifically by bi ppl. if biphobia is really a subset of homophobia, that means it is homophobia, or at least part of homophobia. 

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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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Rossejat de fideos is a Catalán dish that involves toasting noodles and then cooking them slowly in savory vegetable soup, usually with shellfish. I’ve never eaten it, but I bookmarked a couple recipes (one in English, one in Spanish) to try at some point, because finding reference images and drawing this picture made me hungry.

He viajado a españa, pero solo Sevilla y Málaga en el sur. Un día quiero visitar Cataluña, pero antes quiero aprender bastante Catalán para no sonar como idiota.

these illustrations are part of an ongoing freelance gig. Visit this tag to see the completed set so far!

if you’d like a picture in this style, check out my relevant commission info here!

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Headcanon dictates that Pierre-Louis and Michele are that incompatible but totally compatible couple that refuses to bond.  Pierre loves the hell out of Michele, but she refuses to acknowledge his presence past friends.  … for whatever reason.  Maybe she hates his beret.

In actuality…

They’re probably going to shit all over the headcanon.  :|

So at least on my dash, nobody ever drags the xxTPs, so I'mma do it really fast bc y'all really piss me off from time to time.

Like would it kill you to NOT critique rules from time to time trying to find all the damn loopholes? Like pls can u not. LIKE SURPRISINGLY JUST BC SOMETHING DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO YOU DOESN’T MEAN IT’S NOT SENSIBLE IN THE LONG RUN?? Like is it so hard to realize that if you take into account EVERY SINGLE tiny ass thing you guys pick out, nothing would ever get done???

Rules, laws, procedures, etc, they’re there to make things easier. And like?? Honestly fuck you, ExTPs? Stop blatantly doing the loophole thing that the rules don’t cover just because you can. Y'all are so damn full of acting like a dick while not coming up with PROPER SOLUTIONS. And you, IxTPs? Just stop. You may not outwardly defy the untold laws, but you still don’t come up with solutions like the shut in you are.

Keep to your own crap and leave laws alone.