You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge... In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent... silent...

~ 🖤

If Hannibal and Will were in the Phantom of the Opera

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Prologue:

Will Graham, a 19 year old choir boy for the Paris Opera House, finds himself under the grasp and tutelage of a dark and mysterious musical composer that hides within the Opera's depths. As horrifying things begin to occur all around him, Will is tested. All kinds of feelings arise in the heights of conflicts that are unimaginable to most. And through them, one question remains.

Will he finally embrace the darkness and with it become one, or will he bring it all to light?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Reading fanfiction on ao3 is like being addicted to drugs.

The first time you read one you experience this immense amount of euphoria and satisfaction (because of a well-done story or your ship having a solid dynamic etc.)

The high lasts for quite some time until you want way more of that special feeling so you read more and more until eventually nothing can satisfy you anymore.

But instead of trying to quit, we embrace the madness and let it take us wherever it wants.

And I think that's beautiful.

someone had to :/

(more of em here)

Petition to start a rehabilitation centre for depressed brilliant scientists where I give them like a Wordle or a professor Layton game to keep them engaged so they STOP messin around with cult stuff

That one pic from tdj opening but Gahan

🥩🥩

senhor que homem, as pernas-

Chanyeol - 231208 Style magazine, January 2024 issue

Credit: 格调人文.

kim gaon after getting slammed against bookshelves by kang yohan

babe you haven’t touched you kafka birthday cake is everything okay?

— October 16, 1921 / Franz Kafka diaries

Once again, these are old, but gold (?)

eu amo clássicos

Books :)

“Escrevo, triste, no meu quarto quieto, sozinho como sempre tenho sido, sozinho como sempre serei. E penso se a minha voz, aparentemente tão pouca coisa, não encarna a substância de milhares de vozes, a fome de dizerem-se de milhares de vidas, a paciência de milhões de almas submissas como a minha ao destino quotidiano, ao sonho inútil, à esperança sem vestígios. Nestes momentos meu coração pulsa mais alto por minha consciência dele. Vivo mais porque vivo maior.”

— Livro do Desassossego.

a pirate, a serial killer and a demon walk into a bar after a break up Pt 1 -> (x)

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