because you’re a lannister: probably the contents of tywin’s ipod.
the rains of castamere - the national | rains of castamere - malukah | the rains of castamere - karliene | the rains of castamere (dronelife cover) - irisarri | the rains of castamere (red wedding edition) (cover) - dan becker | the rains of castamere - major revan | the rains of castamere - alannamatty | father figure - george michael
i didnt know the ship for alana and bev was called kabloom
make way kabloom shippers
im here and extra gay for this
THE GREAT RAUL ESPARZA BROADWAY PROJECT PART 1 MASTERPOST
- Anyone Can Whistle 4/10/10
- Arcadia 2/26/11
- Cabaret 11/13/01*
- Hair 9/20/04 (gifset!)
- Leap of Faith 9/11/10
- The Rocky Horror Show 4/20/01
- Taboo 11/01/03
Everyone in this fandom give yourselves a pat on the back, yeah? Because this project literally would be nothing without all of you! And I, for one, most definitely appreciate everyone who contributed, be it donations or asks, and everyone who downloads, I appreciate you guys too!!
I will be making another order with the trader on Monday. (Work over the weekend, blahhh). I guesstimate there’s still 12 shows left to get. And, as always, those wishing to donate my find a shiny lil button in my description box! I’ll keep everyone updated!
((*a tiny note on Cabaret. The copy I uploaded is amazing quality visually, but very low on audio. Also, those with keen eyes will note I’ve uploaded 7 out of 8 shows. The eighth is Cabaret 2/14/02. I elected not to post it for a variety of reasons: primarily, its extremely low quality via comparison, and I have limited space on filedrive.))
If you can say Schwarzenegger, you can say Esparza
If you can say Schwarzenegger, you can say Esparza
let’s be alone together, yeah!
we can stay young forever, yeah!
alone together | fall out boy
All I care about is Chilton and Will getting together after Hannibal is incarcerated and the two of them having this tiny domestic contented soft little life.
After Hannibal is locked away forever, Chilton and Will are going to go live on a farm in Canada that Jimmy’s family rents to them, and raise a bunch of stray dogs, and Jimmy and Brian will visit them on occasion, and nobody ever mentions the name Hannibal Lecter, and everbody pairs off with their partner at the end of the night and has loving, emotionally stable sex and Beverly’s ghost possesses one of the dogs and uses paw tapping Morse code to communicate with them all.
LET ME DREAM.
okay enough with this tfios bullshit time for some chilton headcanons
will decides to hide chilton in his house rather than risk losing a key witness, either as he tries to run or in the inevitable accident hannibal has planned for him. chilton still wants to run but he’s terrified and crazed and almost faints while they’re arguing about it. will pretends not to notice but they still have a sass-off over who’s the bigger crazypants
chilton remains a nervous wreck for a few days and can barely carry on a normal conversation. when he does he’s always bitching about how all of will’s sheets smell like sweat and dog and there’s fish parts all over the kitchen from the last time will actually cooked a meal and ends up cleaning out the entire bottom floor like a goddamn maid while will’s protesting about “organized chaos” and his “system”
they both start to relax after a few days. chilton tries to reason out a plan with will, not content to just sit around and wait, but will is being annoying and cryptic and insists that he just has to shut up and stay in the house and let him deal with hannibal
he gets so bored that he starts organizing will’s bookshelves alphabetically and doing his laundry and even cooking, during which he sets two dishrags on fire. will tries to get pissed about it- “what if there was a real fire and the police showed up”- but chilton gives him this look like a wounded puppy and he shuts up
will still has nightmares and chilton talks him through them, starting to feel real concern for his only friend rather than greedy curiosity. they argue about psychoanalytic theory, which turns into an argument about living healthy because chilton’s sick of eating takeout and will’s weird half-hour showers
chilton has to walk the dogs during the day or they whine. they love him for some reason even though he does everything to shoo them away, so that even when he lies down to take a nap four of them curl up around him. on those walks, whenever he sees a car coming he dives behind a bush like an idiot. he also adopts a cat by accident (he smells like fish and the dogs’ licking and barking freaks him out). will doesn’t know how to respond to this
late at night will broods in the corner while chilton watches soap operas and law and order (esparzaception). they fight over the remote because will wants to put the news on. at midnight a bird gets inside the house and chilton thinks somebody’s come to kill him until will just scoops the thing up (it’s some tiny little shit like a robin) and lets it out through the bathroom window like this happens every night
happy awkward roommate headcanons ftw
Oh oh! I'd love to read some more Chilton/Will! You write Chilton so well! Maybe a continuation of Going Vegetarian? I really enjoyed that.
:D :D I’ll write a little Chilton piece for you bb :) and hopefully another something longer later ^^
In the end, after dinner, they find themselves back in Will’s home. He’d have much preferred the modern lush aesthetic of his own rooms, and is sure Will will come to appreciate them too, after becoming better acquainted with such fine things…But he understands that it’s been a trying time for the other, that right now, it’s best to allow him the comforts of his own spaces. Chilton is quite well versed in caring for these psychological traumas, after all, he’ll give Will what he wants right now, and then slowly introduce him to what he could have. His lips curl distastefully at the dog hair everywhere, at the cheap wholesale brand of pen on the other’s table. Yes, he’ll wait until he’s whole again and then he’ll show him how to really live a full life.
"I uh -" Wil’s voice comes from the kitchen before the rest of him appears. "I really don’t have…" He shifts uncomfortably, one foot to the other. So nervous, so desirous to impress, Chilton keeps his sympathy out of his gaze, he still doesn’t understand that he doesn’t have to do anything for him, that Chilton wishes for nothing but easy friendship from him.
He settles on the couch, pretending as though the dog hair that coats him is not even of consequence, he doesn’t need Will to apologize for that, of course, he simply doesn’t know any better. He’s sure Lecter wouldn’t have done the same, would have turned up his nose and sniffed, what a terrible man. He fixes Will with a smile and motions him closer. “Nonsense Will, your company is more than enough. You don’t have to get me drunk.” He chuckles at that, keeps the laughter going until Will’s lips curl up in weak smile of his own and he sits. It’s not as wide as Chilton would have hoped, that was a funny comment, after all, but it’ll have to do.
He reaches out carefully, not wanting to alarm the other, and pats the top of his hands in a comforting way. “You know, I’ve actually been meaning to watch - ” His eyes flicker momentarily towards the bookshelf that sits to the side of the television, a sparse collection of DVDs haphazardly laying on it… “er -” He pretends a cough, thinking fast, it’s a lucky thing he’s good on his feet. His eyes zero in on one title in particular. “101 Dalmatians.” Perfect.
Will doesn’t shake the hand off, even though he glances at it for a moment, a bit confused, before looking up at Chilton. “Well, I have that uh - I guess…”
Chilton nods fervently, “Oh yes, I love all the adorable animals.” And he does, it’s not a lie, dogs are man’s best friend, they say, and he is the ideal of one. The comment also earns him a glimmer of shrewd amusement from Will and a distinct softening. Assuredly a hole in one.
It gets even better when Will falls asleep half way through the movie, his lack of social skills not even a thought for Chilton as he graciously offers his shoulder. He carefully grabs a blanket that lies at the foot of the couch to wrap around the two of them, moving slowly so as not to alarm Will before settling back into place. One of Will’s dogs comes lumbering by to rest at his feet, which he takes a sign they’ve accepted his presence and good intentions. He nods seriously at the animal and accepts its quiet noises back.
He can’t resist twisting his fingers lightly through Will’s curls though, even if it is an indulgence. The other shifts closer to his side in answer, seeking the touch. Will is just like a puppy in need, he thinks wittily, and as he’s already mentioned, he loves puppies.
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