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the plot of nbc Hannibal

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the more i catch up on this feud the more im just sitting here like holy shit. hangman is incapable of not getting wrapped up in his feuds. the longer he dances with someone, the more he grips them tighter, draws blood. he is a modern narcissus, drawing to what he shares in others and unrecognizing the difference, the similarities. he obsesses over what he doesn't have and denies what he does, both materially and in others. he lashes out, usually injuring himself in the process.

the fun thing about this one with swerve is that he's finally got a feudmate who wants to do the same. when hangman attempts to burrow himself in swerve, swerve doesn't just reciprocate, he's fully there too. they're tangling in each other. obsessed with all the parts where they mirror and all the parts where they differ.

hangman leaving scars on swerve, swerve unable to let it be without mention. "he'll be with me forever.* swerve likening hangman to something pure, crystal clear— but their clash is iodine. it creates a whirling galaxy. it disinfects. it's a beautiful kind of alchemy, what they're turning each other into. hangman throws his head back, grips him tight, and drinks him whole. hangman "I don't think about [him] at all." page. hangman "You will NEVER have it," page, a promise, an oath— any other option would've been swerve winning, a loss to a champion easier to swallow than a loss to swerve even with a title on the line, one of things that used to entirely define hangman's worth to himself. narcissus looks up from his pool and falls in love all over again. you're going down with me and it's going to be bloody and it's going to be the birth of a fucking galaxy. and everytime we touch i get this feeling—

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they stopped giving mother wayne the mic 'cause you bitches can't handle CAMP

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They stole Tony’s “big announcement” gimmick LOOOL

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They really cut back to this man in his bra.

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My therapist just told me my problem is that I need to write more fanfiction.

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joe gonna have to third-wheel an enemies with benefits match i fear

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dynamite once again is gay 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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Swerve doing the Buckshot is him telling Hangman that he loves him mid-match

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i feel like a lotta people are wildly unhappy and resistant to the concept that the answer to most things is "well, it depends"

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GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!!! I totally just figured out the lip-sync leak!!!1! Mike and Eleven have a very deep and romantic conversation together, and they completely debunk byler!!! so cute and slay <3

[Turn your sound on I promise it's better]

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inspired by @will80sbyers lovely twilight interpretation :D

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If TK had any balls at all he would have Adam start slowly showing his regret over what he did to Max. Show him hanging out with the Undisputed Kingdom and not having any fun, not being happy at all. Slowly realizing that Max was the only real friend he ever had, the only person he ever really loved (and who really loved him). Then, when Max comes back angry and wanting his revenge it’s that much harder for Adam. So then, when he’s in the middle of some hardcore, bloody match with Max he can’t bring himself to finish Max off, to really hurt him.

Then, of course, as they sit in a ring covered in each other’s blood, they just look at each other and maybe Adam begs Max to forgive him, maybe he doesn’t, but they hug either way. There would be tears (both from them and us), Roddy & friends would lose their shit, BTYBB would be back for another summer (hopefully Max is ready to go by summer). I don’t know. That’s just my ideal scenario.

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“Who the fuck am I anyway?” he ate that