#I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti

[adamedits]

Silence of the Lambs

[qualifiedaquarian]

[berylcluster]

⊰ starter for @fragmcntdstars HANNIBAL for CLAYTON ⊱

➫ HANNIBAL had only met his son on a number of occasions, that is, on paper. To him, the entire concept was foreign, his own father was never truly a father to him. He had no experience, no model to follow, but he cared for this kid. Perhaps his mother would have preferred him to take on a normal life, perhaps she would have moved him far away and kept him away from his corrupted father, but Hanni had insisted he stay near. Just in case. He could spend a few hours of visitation normally, until Clayton expressed interest in the extracurriculars of his father's life. Which Dr. Lecter was all too eager to show him. Teaching a young fledging was his life's dream, a better hunter than he, that's all he wanted. He wasn't ever sure how much his mother knew about her son sneaking out, not that he ever asked, Clarice's reigns on her son were her own burden to bear, not his. In his mind, he was passing on his knowledge from one generation to the next. This particular evening, however, the therapist had been getting ready for his evening meal when his front door blipped, letting him know someone had made themselves a guest without his permission. Usually, he'd be irked by this, but he knew who this particular body was, although they had no standing appointment. "Clayton, I'm in the kitchen. Take off your shoes, please, before you step in."

[lani4tum]

So I have come up with a solution to the abortion ban.....

Instead of this (the current desired outcome being forced on females) :

I suggest something like this (but with the unborn fetus)

It would be like eating caviar (you know those in favor of the bill do)

[drgaellon]

Those aren’t peas... they’re fava beans. By the end, she figured it out.

I can't identify the emotion this woman's commentary is making me feel

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

I was 19, wearing the only flattering dress I had. It was all black, a rough but not scratchy fabric, flared at the waist. The bust looked pretty good on me. I bought it from a used clothes store about two months after I started publicly crossdressing when I was 16. At 17, I wore it to my grandfather’s funeral, and seven months later to my friend Liam’s funeral. That night was a different sort of occasion.

Around 11:30 I parked my car at a Comfort Inn just off the highway, about 25 minutes from my suburban apartment and sat for a few moments, finishing my cigarette, putting it out on the side of my car. I always took a moment after parking to sit with myself before going to meet someone. I was nervous, not fearful, though maybe a smarter person would have been, just as a measure of caution.

It wasn’t my first time werking, but I was still pretty green, I had only been in the real-deal-pay-to-play game for a couple months, mostly doing blow and gos before that. Full service felt like hot girl shit, it was different from the eyes-closed blowjobs I had been giving since I was 15. I was still a sexual commodity, but a sexual commodity they were willing to get a motel room for and drop more than $20 on, so I actually bothered to play dress up--and shower--for it.

I walked into the building, passed the reception desk, not paying them any mind, knowing they’d see me leave in about an hour and know exactly what I was there to do. After a trek through a few dimly lit hallways, I found the room he told me he was in and I knocked. The knocking on the door is always the scariest moment of a smooth and safe job. I always envision some vacationing mother coming to the door, distraught at having to see a fat tgirl dressed up like a whore and telling me “No, we didn’t order a prostitute, you should try 1106, this is 1160.”

Luckily, for both me and this imagined middle aged woman, I got the right room. The john opened up the door and let me in. I saw the money already laid out onto the table, quickly counted it, and put it into my purse, which I set down. He sauntered over and wrapped his arms around me. He was a head and a half taller than I was and wasted no time in getting physical. After only a couple of minutes, I was laying on my back on the bed, the john kissing my legs, up to my crotch. This was a “I want to do whatever makes you feel good” john, which are actually much harder to work for than the “shut up and suck my dick, faggot” johns. I can suck a dick, but I can’t really act, though I ended up seeing this man a couple more times over the next year, so either I can act well enough or I just have a monopoly on fat non-passing tranny prostitutes in the west suburbs of Chicago.

There’s a certain way this kind of john carries himself while having sex: he moves as if trying to be seductive and sexy, as if to pretend he won me with wit and attractiveness rather than the promise of a small wad of twenties. This sort of john’s ultimate fantasy is to have sexually pleased someone–anyone!--else, a thing they are so unable to do that they have to pay a teenager to pretend that they give great head. This john did these soft, light touches, that I had to fight very hard against bursting into laughter from. The only way I can describe the head he gave is that noise that Anthony Hopkins makes in Silence of the Lambs. after he says “I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.” Fththththth.

About fifteen minutes into his lease on my body, he pulled away from me and said, “Hey baby, would you mind if I did a line off you?”

I sincerely thought about it for a moment, as it was clear he was genuinely asking. I wanted the anecdote and said yes.

He walked over to his jacket and grabbed a smallish baggie of coke and came back over to the bed, He grabbed a pinch, deposited it in a line on my left breast, and made another attempt at that seductive movement, his head bobbing and swaying for a few moments before he swooped down like a plane finally landing after circling the runway, opening his mouth as he did, and licking the line up with his tongue.

Had I not been being paid for my composure, I would have burst into laughter, the man might as well have just rubbed lidocaine on his gums. Yet again, a straight face was kept, and we got back to business.

Ten to fifteen minutes after his first line, I was laying on my stomach and he was kissing my ass and legs. Again, he asked me if he could do another line, and again, I said yes.

It is my genuinely held belief that should I, in the state of health I find myself in, ever do cocaine my heart will explode and my eyeballs will pop out of my head and dangle as in cartoons. However, simply through being a rational, reasonable human being, if I were to make the decision to both do coke, and do it off of someone’s ass, I would have a clear path on how I would accomplish that task–snort a horizontally placed line off of a cheek. My very own Mr. Lecter, however, is an outside the box thinker.

I felt a hand spread my asscheeks apart. He let out an excited sigh. His tongue landed between my cheeks, a full inch behind my asshole. It drew a line up, passed my tailbone, and into the Fat Bitch Mini Crack. After the briefest layover, his tongue took flight once more, seats now filled with coke and ass lint.

[hellcheer-heaven]

@hellcheerweek Hellcheer Week: Day 10 prompt - Cannibal

“A census-taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans, and a nice Chianti.”

While Eddie still has to finish his FBI training, he’s been assigned to speak with a dangerous criminal who is willing to cooperate with the bureau. Eddie feels a slight twinge in his heart when Hopper says the name Christine Cunningham. His old crush from childhood. When Eddie learned about what she had done to her parents years ago, he refused to believe it; yet it was true. Chrissy slaughtered, cooked, and ate them. Hopper gave him a warning, “You’re to tell her nothing personal, Munson. Believe me, you don’t want Christine Cunningham inside your head.”

[skyyletai]

"I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti."

jade leech, chrollo lucilfer, lilia vanrouge, tserriednich hui guo rou, hisoka morow, sasori akasuna, dire crowley, sanzu haruchiyo, rook hunt, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, ran haitani, orochimaru

[rogha]

my dad quotes that line from silence of the lambs ‘I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti’ so I bought him liver and fava beans and a chianti for his birthday to make him laugh and on Wednesday we had them for dinner it was cute but I am wondering about Hannibal’s preparation we just had like liver and onions and chips with fava beans and a glass of wine each. I can’t imagine that’s what he did.

also to be clear it was lamb’s liver not a census taker’s.

[norththestrange]

“A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.” — Hannibal Lecter, “The Silence of the Lambs”

(Not my art nor do I know if it's "AI" I just don't give a fuck thanks have a great fucking day!)

[dahmerskitchen]

"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti." - Silence Of The Lambs

[a-slashersfinalgirl]

A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti

[drearydaffodil]

For the Poetically Inclined...

Tagged by the irreplaceable @allnightsong2 for a new tag game. Which goes like this...

A poem that tends to pop into your head?- The Orange by Wendy Cope, i carry your heart, e.e. cummings

One line from a song-

I see you suddenly alive And nearly smiling Stop and hold my breath And watch the way we used to be

Nightwindows by the weakerthans

One line from a movie- "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti." Silence of The Lambs

A word you avoid for fear of its overuse?- Honestly, N/A

One word that describes me (metaphorically) No explanation.- Moody

Tagging @adamantseal

@poetrex @edamessiah @st-bullshit and anyone who wants to! No pressure 💜

[berylcluster]

the gays(literally): hannibal, joel, cleon, bruce, clint

the queers: everyone else

[author-ayshen-irfan]

"I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti." — Hannibal Lecter

[lokiinmediasideblog]

On "Lady Loki" PSA: You mean Loki being Femme?

“Lady Loki” is NOT Loki being genderfluid. The name is a mixture of “Lady Sif” (because Sif’s title is “Lady” like “Lord”) and “Loki” because Loki stole Sif’s body after Ragnarok ensued, and trapped her in a dying old lady’s body. Loki first shows up possessing Sif’s body in Thor Vol. 3 # 5 back in 2007. Loki continued to use male pronouns in Sif’s body, but just gets misgendered by everyone else. And as much as I love aspects of Loki’s characterization in that era, having that plotline in this political climate would be awful, incredibly damaging, and way more problematic than anything the Loki show gets accused of. I need people to know what the fuck they’re talking about before they refer to wanting "Lady Loki" in the Loki show because this is what you're talking about.

I will be open and say I am not a fan of much of the majority of Thor comics. They are fucking annoying and read like some Gary Stu male fantasy because they’re always going off about how Thor is the fucking best and his plot armor makes him the only and best choice to be Asgard’s ruler despite there being other characters with similar qualities in Asgard but Thor’s “just better”. The misogyny is off the charts in these with all the ridiculously and impractically scantily clad “warrior” women that all want to fuck Thor and have little personality past that. I also loathe the “Loki’s just evil” crap. My fascination with them is more like gawking and wanting to be pissed off. Plus, I find pre-reincarnation Marvel comics!Loki to be a fascinating study of a Comics Code Authority/Hayes code era villain (and I kinda root for him because the narrative annoys me). He’s up there with all the Disney villains despite not originally being Disney.

In those pre-reincarnation comics that often piss me off, Loki is meant to evoke disgust and to “disturb” through his failure to be the epitome of manliness. Marvel has tried to distance themselves from that once they had their “Are we the baddies?” epiphany by retconning Asgard to be more progressive. It kinda annoys me because panels exist where they’re being queerphobic to Loki. To me, it’d feel more organic if Asgard was shown going through societal change rather than “We have always been progressive, what the fuck are you talking about?” But that's just me.

I remember when Loki was about to come out as bisexual in the comics on 2013 after becoming very popular largely due to Tom Hiddleston’s Loki (Young Avengers #13 where he flirts with Prodigy, followed by Agent of Asgard revealing he's a genderfluid shapeshifter in 2014), queer organizations expressed concern over the whole “queer-coded villain á la Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs.” If you are not familiar with Buffalo Bill, he is the main antagonist from Thomas Harris’s very copagandic and transphobic book, Silence of The Lambs, the book with Hannibal Lecter (played by Anthony Hopkins who plays MCU!Odin lol) where he’s like “I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. T-sss-tsss-tss.”

Buffalo Bill is said to not be a “real transgender”, whatever the fuck that means especially with all the policing around bodily autonomy, and some statistic about how transgenders are the least likely to be violent is shoehorned in, but everything about the character ends up being a queerphobic trope. The “difference” is that Jame Gumb “thinks” he wants to be a woman but doesn’t actually want to be (the transphobia in this book is off the charts).

I am glad Loki has gotten redemption arcs of sorts, because a lot of the tropes employed on comics!Loki just pissed me off. And I am glad MCU!Loki never went through the transphobic possession storyline in the name of being "comics-accurate".

The easiest way to represent genderfluidity in the MCU with a casting choice that predates Loki's coming out in comics would be through dialogue in the magic-less TVA. Have Loki say that her pronouns are she/her while looking the same because people can't shapeshift in real life.

I think if they ever adapt the Agent of Asgard thing (with a new actor), the casted actor should be genderqueer. Tom Hiddleston gets a pass because Loki was not genderqueer yet when he was casted and in 3 movies already (and he was playing the pre-JiM (2011) Loki), but the new one should be.