I’ve Been Listening To A LOT Of Ricky Montgomery Lately And It’s Always These Two Songs That Remind

Yes, Hannibal is a romantic but he most definitely was annoyed about the finger print stains that Will left on his glass.

Do not insult my intelligence

Zionists will try to pretend americans can't possibly understand what is going on in Palestine. That WE are the ones projecting. Fools, we see right through yalls bullshit because it's the same bullshit our ancestors pulled you fuckin numbskulls. Israel is just trying to do what settlers in "america" did to native americans. Only they are flopping so hard because they are trying to do what was done in the 18th century in the 21st century. It wasn't right then, it's not right now.

There is no justification for genocide. You cannot target civilians. You cannot target schools, hospitals, humanitarian aid. You cannot restrict humanitarian aid. You cannot deny people living on the land for thousands of years their homes. You cannot remove them from their homes. You cannot arrest them indefinitely without justification. You cannot greenwash Palestine. You cannot pinkwash genocide. You cannot hide your bloody hands by spewing lies. I can see and hear at the same time and I am no fool to your denials.

Israel must topple and Palestine will be free to self-determination and those who are capable of living alongside those with a different life can continue to do so in peace with equal rights for all. There is enough pie to go around. Palestinian freedom is not jewish expulsion. it is not antisemetic to criticize israel. it is not antisemetic to say free palestine. stop conflating things.

idc what anyone says this is such a romantic moment like the domesticity is real.

If someone put a blanket on me I'd fall in love, you don't understand the significance of this, the simple act of taking care of someone this way is proof enough that Hannibal loved him so much

there was no reason for Hannibal to be so touchy, he saw an opportunity to be affectionate towards Will, already feeling an immense guilt about what he had done.

and here Hannibal lowering himself, putting himself lower than Will, to show he acknowledged that Will was his equal is so significant like can you hear me screaming

We got the hug but at what cost );

ARCANE S2 SPOILERS

WE FINALLY GOT THE HUG

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"Well, I don't mind it." Will said as he laid a blanket on the wooden floor, followed by a pillow. "It's not my first time sleeping in this kind of conditions." He added as he grabbed another pillow and another blanket and threw them on his improvised bed. "I am more worried about you. Need any help with that?"

Hannibal was unsuccessfully trying to light up the damp pieces of wood in the fireplace.

"It's not my first time sleeping in this kind of conditions either."

Will stared outside the window. There were high chances they wouldn't be able to open the door of the cabin in the morning due to the heavy snowfall. Another blanket would have been welcome since the wooden walls of the cabin allowed the chilly wind to creep in, whistling.

"Don't bother with the fire." Will said as he heard Hannibal's third frustrated groan. He only let those out in exceptional situations. There are not many things that don't go right for Hannibal Lecter.

"You will freeze." He replied shortly.

"My body warmth will be enough for us both. And these blankets might be a little moldy but you can pretend it's a fancy lavender scent."

The fact that Hannibal showed no reaction to his joke worried Will even more. Part of him knew he should just shut up and let Hannibal struggle with the fire for as long as he wants but another part of him didn't want to shut up. Changing the subject sounded like a reasonable idea.

"We might end up eating frozen squirrels. That is, if we can open the door."

Hannibal didn't even turn to face him, still leaning over the the fireplace. This time his silence felt heavier. It felt like a response.

"Are you there?" Will asked.

"Have you ever eaten a frozen squirrel, Will?"

His voice sounded somewhat dangerous, yet bittersweet. As if the question was meant to be spilled like an inkpot.

"I have not."

"I have."

"You won't have to do that again. Come here, I made us a nice bed."

For the first time, Hannibal abandoned the fire and turned to face Will. "Do you believe I am concerned about freezing? About having to eat frozen animals?"

Will was not sure what to answer to that since it sounded rhetorical.

"I don't care about what happens to me. I am worried about having you go through all of that. I am trying to keep you warm."

"Heartwarming." Will commented, arching an eyebrow. "However, I do care about what happens to you and I will keep you warm."

"I don't-"

Will made one of those sounds he would make to quiet his dogs when they would protest.

"You will step away from that fireplace and you will come here." Will ordered sternly. He followed Hannibal with his gaze, obeying him without any other objection. He crawled next to Will, under the moldy blanket.

Will searched for his hands underneath the blanket and brought them to his mouth. He blew warm air over them.

"I will keep you warm." Will repeated, this time softly, as a whisper. Hannibal stared at Will's face in the darkness of the cabin. His blue eyes gleamed like morning dew on the petals of a forget-me-not.

"Keep me warm, Will." Hannibal said, accepting his fate.

At least now, someone would keep warm the little boy who had died in the snow.

“You were a wonderful experience..”

“You were…everything..”

TW: mentions of death (think that’s about it)

So we all know that the army isn’t safe most of the time

but one day The 141 was on a mission per usual before something bad happens to ghost and Johnny can’t get to him in time when he finally gets to Simon he’s already to hurt to be saved

Johnny holds Simon in his arms crying telling him no begging him not to go he can’t leave him alone

There’s so many things they haven’t done together so many things soap hasn’t said to Simon but nonetheless ghost softly cups soaps face taking off his face covering

He kisses soap handing him his dog tag before soap can protest before soap even has a chance to do anything else Simon looks at soap with a smile before closing his eyes and taking his last breath everything in that moment just stops time stops for soap

He can’t hear price taking into the coms he can’t hear the distance gun shots he’s just focused on Simon the man he once loved no the man he still loves is now gone before he could do anything before he could say anything it’s like his world just ended that day…. The day Simon ‘ghost’ Riley passed he took John ‘soap’ MacTavish with him… and everyone knew that..

This is a repost from my twitter :)

Will on a daily basis

“Professor Graham why does Dr. Lecter call you babygirl?”- one of Will’s students probably

For those who needed to hear it today