when a secondary character in your novel ships the main couple harder than you do:

me: imagine Court trying to get Declan all worked up because he knows the second he leaves, Declan is going to rip Hannibal’s clothes off with his teeth.
me: because he’s the captain of the SS Declan/Hannibal
me: and a good captain needs to take care of his ship~
bff: IF HE’S THE CAPTAIN OF THE SS DECLAN/HANNIBAL, WHY DOES HE WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON THE LIFE BOAT
me: A CAPTAIN GOES DOWN WITH HIS SHIP
me: AND WHEN I SAY GOES DOWN WITH HIS SHIP
me: I MEAN GOES D O W N
bff: MORE LIKE GOES DOWN ON HIS SHIP

posted 1 year ago with 2 notes

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT SENSE (an “our own con” soundtrack) LISTEN ♪

this is nothing like it was in my room — Everything was a lock turning, everything was a door opening, everything everything every fucking thing was a trigger being pulled just behind his ear. The silence he was always met with brought with it a guilt that twisted down to his core. If he had done things differently, he wouldn’t be bothered by the sound of his own shaking breaths now. — i won’t fuck us over, i won’t fuck us over (the national, mr. november)

if this is just a part i portray — It would probably make Declan smile, at least, and for a bloody, beaten moment where he felt every bruise down to the bone, Hannibal was okay with the idea. — i will show you self-destruction (marianas trench, masterpiece theatre i)

i guess i’ll find out in seventeen days — It had been seven hundred and thirty days. It had been twelve visits from his parents. Ten letters. Countless worries and reassurances. Seven fights. One question that he never bothered to ask. Those had been only a few of the ways Declan had kept track of the time until he was free again. — i will see you again a long time from now (city & colour, hello, i’m in delaware)

but your body language is telling me that i’m not to blame — Declan continued staring at Hannibal for another few silent moments. The concern on his face was matched only by the anger in his eyes. They may not have been on the best of terms — in fact, he wasn’t really quite sure what sort of terms they were on — but that didn’t mean he’d stopped caring. — and i have a done a few things i regret (cute is what we aim for, practice makes perfect)

there you go messing with my mind — “It’s no big deal.” Though the crack in his ribs said it was a big deal. The black eye and split lip said it was a big deal. The forty thousand dollars that he didn’t have and the empty prescription bottle in his pocket that should have lasted him two more months and the look on Declan Pierce’s face. They all said it was a big deal. — i am usually better when i lie (neon trees, in the next room)

take a minute to tell me what you’re thinking — “Don’t make me ask you again.” — i think it just might take an hour (concussion girl, tie me up)

would you leave me if i told you what i’ve done — Hannibal glanced up. Until he blinked, Declan was blurred around the edges, too soft to be believable, but too pissed off to be a dream. This, above all, was not what he had planned for. It was exactly what he had been wanting to avoid. — you want a revelation, some kind of resolution (florence + the machine, no light, no light)

call me a safe bet — The more he tongued at the spaces between his molars, the more he realized how fucked up everything had turned out. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Declan was supposed to come home, punch him in the face, get it over with, hate him, hate. him. Not fall back so quickly into everything. Not take control. Not shine under pressure. Not fix what Hannibal couldn’t. — i’m betting i’m not (brand new, the boy who blocked his own shot)

i know everything you don’t want me to — “Hannibal,” he started, his voice low and laced with a seriousness he was never all too fond of, “maybe you really just don’t give a shit, but I do. If they lay so much as a god damn finger on you again…” — i don’t have a choice but i still choose you (the civil wars, poison and wine)

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