(Source: mercisnm)
LET ME TELL YOU MY FEELS.
So Will here looks like a sixteen year old boy fresh off his first date.
He’s giddy and happy and he finally kissed the girl he’d been wanting to kiss for ever. And obviously he has to tell his best friend.
So he runs all the way from her front porch down three blocks and left two until he’s at Hannibal’s door. He’s panting when he knocks and he can only barely say hello to Mrs. Lector but she’s just as much his mom as his own mom and she ushers him and fusses and tells him just because he risks his oxygen like this doesn’t mean his mother is going to buy him a car any sooner.
Of course, Hannibal interrupts then coming down the stairs because he could see Will coming from his bedroom window. And Will just says it, all grinning and happy, “I kissed Alana.”
And Hannibal feels something break inside him as he nods and congratulates Will on his first kiss with a smile because he had wanted to be Will’s first kiss.
Will’s first everything.
“What broke the connection?”
You.
(Source: kathariel, via babyangelcastiel)
"Well, what about you?” he taunted. “Why are you up here? Don’t you have parties to go to or lives to destroy?”
Some of Lissa’s old spark returned. “Wow, that’s hilarious. Am I like a rite of passage now? Go and see if you can piss off Lissa to prove how cool you are? Some girl I don’t even know yelled at me today, and now I’ve got to deal with you? What does it take to be left alone?”
“Oh. So that’s why you’re up here. For a pity party.”
“This isn’t a joke. I’m serious.” I could tell Lissa was getting angry. It was trumping her earlier distress.
He shrugged and leaned casually against the sloping wall. “So am I. I love pity parties. I wish I’d brought the hats. What do you want to mope about first? How it’s going to take you a whole day to be popular and loved again? How you’ll have to wait a couple weeks before Hollister can ship out some new clothes? If you spring for rush shipping, it might not be so long.”
“Let me leave,” she said angrily, this time pushing him aside.
“Wait,” he said, as she reached the door. The sarcasm disappeared from his voice. “What…um, what was it like?”
“What was what like?” she snapped.
“Being out there. Away from the Academy.”
She hesitated for a moment before answering, caught off guard by what seemed like a genuine attempt at conversation. “It was great. No one knew who I was. I was just another face. Not Moroi. Not royal. Not anything.” She looked down at the floor. “Everyone here thinks they know who I am.”
“Yeah. It’s kind of hard to outlive your past,” he said bitterly.
It occurred to Lissa at that moment—and me to by default—just how hard it might be to be Christian. Most of the time, people treated him like he didn’t exist. Like he was a ghost. They didn’t talk to or about him. They just didn’t notice him. The stigma of his parents’ crime was too strong, casting its shadow onto the entire Ozera family.
Still, he’d pissed her off, and she wasn’t about to feel sorry for him.
“Wait—is this your pity party now?”
He laughed, almost approvingly. “This room has been my pity party for a year now."
Some of Lissa’s old spark returned. “Wow, that’s hilarious. Am I like a rite of passage now? Go and see if you can piss off Lissa to prove how cool you are? Some girl I don’t even know yelled at me today, and now I’ve got to deal with you? What does it take to be left alone?”
“Oh. So that’s why you’re up here. For a pity party.”
“This isn’t a joke. I’m serious.” I could tell Lissa was getting angry. It was trumping her earlier distress.
He shrugged and leaned casually against the sloping wall. “So am I. I love pity parties. I wish I’d brought the hats. What do you want to mope about first? How it’s going to take you a whole day to be popular and loved again? How you’ll have to wait a couple weeks before Hollister can ship out some new clothes? If you spring for rush shipping, it might not be so long.”
“Let me leave,” she said angrily, this time pushing him aside.
“Wait,” he said, as she reached the door. The sarcasm disappeared from his voice. “What…um, what was it like?”
“What was what like?” she snapped.
“Being out there. Away from the Academy.”
She hesitated for a moment before answering, caught off guard by what seemed like a genuine attempt at conversation. “It was great. No one knew who I was. I was just another face. Not Moroi. Not royal. Not anything.” She looked down at the floor. “Everyone here thinks they know who I am.”
“Yeah. It’s kind of hard to outlive your past,” he said bitterly.
It occurred to Lissa at that moment—and me to by default—just how hard it might be to be Christian. Most of the time, people treated him like he didn’t exist. Like he was a ghost. They didn’t talk to or about him. They just didn’t notice him. The stigma of his parents’ crime was too strong, casting its shadow onto the entire Ozera family.
Still, he’d pissed her off, and she wasn’t about to feel sorry for him.
“Wait—is this your pity party now?”
He laughed, almost approvingly. “This room has been my pity party for a year now."
— Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead (via booksasdfghj)
(Source: kdelario)
(Source: thehellofitall)
Hannibal | 1x02
- Hannibal: You're tongue is feisty and it's nice to have an old friend for dinner.
- Hannibal: I've just finished writing my dictionary today, I excluded the word subtlety of course.
chef d’œuvre dr. hannibal lecter on the subject of having old friends for dinner (listen)
01. Nocturne No.5 - Op.15 No.2 - in F# Idil Biret - 02. Chanson de la folle au bord de la mer, Op.31, No. 8 Pascal Amoyel - 03. Kinderszenen, Op.15: 1. Von Fremden Ländern Und Menschen Martha Argerich - 04. Davidsbündlerltänze Op.6: XVII Wie Aus Die Ferne Jonathan Biss - 05. Sontata no. 8 in C minor, “Pathétique”, op. 13: II. Adatio cantabile Seymour Lipkin - 06. The Seasons: June: Barcarolle Ilona Prunyi - 07. Convento Di Sant’anna Kurpfalzisches Kammerorchester - 08. Nocturne in E Minor, Op. 72, No. 1 Janusz Olejniczak
