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Exercise Fic Rec 10
This is my tenth week doing this! And still going strong! I though as a special treat, I would rec some of my favorite fics from the first fandom I got into, Hannibal. But first, exercise fic recs! I finished up my reread of âthe cost of being a good dadâ but then a *new* Superbat fic by Mawiiish was dropped. I was Very Excited. In the new fic, both Bruce and Clark are so dumb about their feelings. So, so dumb. It was great! The third fic âend of the lineâ was written in the point of view of a drunk person who tried to get in a fight with Clark Kent. Bruce is there to try to sooth things out. Shenanigans ensue. The next two fics are still in progress, but the updates were fun to read as I was exercising!
the cost of being a good dad by Mawiiish
Sure Thing by Mawiiish
end of the line by TheResurrectionist
Patroclus by LilyFlowerBat
Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury
Like I mentioned above, Hannibal was the first fandom I got into and started reading fan fics. I remember reading the books as a teen and enjoyed them (I was a weird kid, donât judge me), so when I heard there was a TV show, I was intrigued. I think I watched the first couple episodes then stopped, but I kept on seeing gif sets, fan art, and memes on Tumblr, so I started watching again. Then I started reading all the fan fic people were recommending on Tumblr. It soon went all downhill from there for me, lol.
As someone with a meat science background, I always found the Hannibal books and TV show so interesting. Â I remember when Hannibal and Will were discussing meat tasting âfrightenedâ, and my meat sci brain perked up. Â Short-term stress in hogs can cause a meat quality issue called PSE (pale, soft, and exudative (watery)). Â Long-term stress can cause another meat quality issue in hogs and cattle called DFD (dark, firm, and dry). Â I feel like if Hannibal was going to run into meat quality issues with his uhhh, preferred protein, it would probably be PSE, since what heâs hunting is undergoing short term stress. Â Well, unless he decides to play with his food for a few days, then maybe he would get DFD meat. Â If I remember correctly, he does reference a âmetallic tasteâ, and thatâs more prevalent in DFD meat. Â PSE meat would be so dry and tough to eat, and not have a nice reddish-pink color. Â He would probably have to grind and mix it with other proteins to make something tasty. Â
All of these fics are Hannigram, except for âHe Who Pours Out Vengeanceâ, but you can read that one as Hannigram (I think the second story in the series is slash, but itâs uncompleted). Not going to lie, after going through my old bookmarks to find these, Iâm really tempted to reread a few (and by few, I mean all, haha).
Anyway, here are some of my favorite Hannibal Fics!
Ladders series by emungere
What Dreams series by emungere
Blackbird by emungere
Page Six by ThisBeautifulDrowning
Pattern Break by ThisBeautifulDrowning
He Who Pours Out Vengeance by Underground
Shark Tank by xzombiexkittenx
Overcoming by purefoysgirl (I may or may not have this one in book form when the author published it. (I totally do. They hold a special place on my book shelf))
There are plenty more favorites that I have, but these are just a few. My AO3 page has all of my fan fic bookmarks, just sort for Hannibal if you want to check them out đ
My obligatory coffee and pastry photo:
Spring is showing up at the arboretum!Â
I just really like this tree that was along the river:
The moss along the path was kinda neat:
This is my favorite spot along the path and I always take pictures here:
A nice picture of a white-breasted nuthatch:
I also stopped by the local plant nursery and got some more flowers to feed my plant addiction. I almost got a citrus tree, but I was strong and resisted (No I wasnât, the only reason why I didnât buy one because they were 60 dollars đ)
#adventures in exercising#superbat#hannigram#hannibal#plants#the great outdoors#coffee#pastry#White-breasted Nuthatch#meat science#getting into a fandom because it scratches an itch in your nerd brain#that's what hannibal did for me#fanfiction#fic recs
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The Trainee Ep 2 initial reaction
Slight disclaimer I did watch the episode 1/4 3/4 because YouTube is a cruel mistress and Iâm dumb lmao. But I assume if anyone has seen my watching series youâd know I donât really offer much of intellect anyways sooooo
Letâs get on to the photo review
Quick note here Ryan is a lot more relatable believable character to me in comparison to Chef Prem? I think itâs good writing and set in these scenes with Ryan at his dadâs shop really do a lot to establish who he is as a person. We can see his family circle is hard working and maybe isnât the best with their feelings. We still see Ryanâs family does take care of each other in important ways and understands to some extent. Also very relatable to be a recent grad with no direction or going to university without passion because you know your family needs you. Idk I like Ryan. Heâs not quirky for quirky sake. Heâs believably broken in predictable ways.
Ugh couples are the worst. Also performative gestures like this are so stupid now you might say itâs comedy. However Iâve enjoyed a couple office romance interns edition and itâs ways sickening. Just like highschool sweethearts that kind of sweet where they are blind or trying to make others jealous because of their own inadequacies with themselves
Iâll say this it is good for new members of staff to learn to speak their mind quickly because if they donât contribute you are missing out on new ideas and eyes. Also Jane/Off is so handsome my brain would definitely malfunction. A person in control who knows what he wants đ„” sexy. Also Offâs irration just scratches a good itch in my brain makes me think of Sean đ©đ©
A very important bonding activity converting the non nerds to the joys of Harry Potter and other pop culture. A dance as old as time. My older coworkers try to get everyone to watch their pop culture references too. Itâs really an unspoken office life normality. I really wasnât expecting so many references though. But I still love Harry Potter because idk I see the good parts of the story and adore it. Yes yes I can now see the racism and the transphobia (the dream of Malfoyâs cronies turning into girls) also preachiness about sexism when needed. But I also see the fandom that raised me. The various queer friends I met because of my love of the boy who lived. Something I wonât have had in Mississippi. The books that always comforted me since I was 6 years old quoting the first book. the theme parks that still take my breath away when I go to visit Universal Orlando on the weekends. The queer and loving people who work there and are all too happy to make a childâs dream come true or adult look in wonder at something they have missed. (Sorry for the tangent)
Oh no itâs Gunâs arguably greatest talent crying in character. I felt like I could feel the fear and panic building in Ryan to this point which⊠if you arenât crying in the first several days at your big kid job because you feel like an imposter who canât do shit and will never be trusted? I canât relate to you. Hell I got a new job a couple months ago. For a month I cried most days when I got home because I felt so awful about my capabilities even though Iâve worked 7 years in my field. Itâs normal. Also Jane being shocked by this is hilarious you arenât telling me he hasnât broken someone down into tears before.
Oh no here it is folks Jane just enjoying Ryanâs energy and believing in him for no reason. Gunâs tears are very potent and can melt any wall Iâm surprised Jane isnât pulling him in for hugs.
Jane trying his best to keep Ryan without directly forcing him to stay was masterful as a boss. As a Simp it could use work but itâs a start put the ball in Ryanâs court with hope. Jane wants Ryan to grow and experience life which is good as a boss.
Awwwwwwwwww happy gunnie/ryan heâs so tired and anxious now heâs found solace in Janeâs words nothing can bring him down. Heâs precious someone put him in my pocket.
#the trainee#the trainee the series#jane x ryan#janeryan#offgun#off jumpol#gun attaphan#the trainee ep 2#the trainee episode 2#Jennyâs watching
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My Favorite Smile
By: SassyShoulderAngel319
Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood
Rating: PG-11/T- (this one has a couple âšswear wordsâš in it lol. I donât usually write them out, but sometimes you just gotta say what you mean)
Original Idea: XÂ (Obsessed with this channel right now)
Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me)Â 2,182 words... itâs a longer one again. I casually wrote this in, like, two hours. @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad
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Holding his coffee and croissant, Jason looked around the crowded café for a place to sit. Every table was occupied by at least one person, and the rules of personal space in public said the couches were full, with one person sitting on either end.
His eyes fell on a table with a single occupant.
His heart stuttered to a stop. Wait⊠is that her? Damn, she looks good this time. He scoffed at himself. Who am I kidding? She looks good every time. Should I talk to her? Should I tell her? She didnât believe me last time⊠and I donât know if I can stand another lifetime without her⊠but last life we didnât meet till I was almost fifty. I really wasnât expecting to find her this early.
He straightened up and strode over to her table. âExcuse me, is it alright if I sit here? The cafĂ©âs pretty crowded and the other tables are full.â
She looked up and Jasonâs brain stopped working as she met his eyes. She was just as incredible as she always was. Thousands upon thousands of years, and he still never got over how beautiful she was. âSure, go ahead,â she said with a smile before going back to her phone.
â
âIâm Jason, by the way,â the man said, sitting down.
I glanced back up and gave him my name in return.
He smiled. He had a handsome smile. Just looking at him⊠something tugged in the back of my mind. âThatâs a pretty name,â he said.
My ears warmed and I looked away. âThanks,â I muttered. I looked back at him. âSorry if this sounds⊠weirdâbut have we met before?â I cringed but smiled. If we hadâŠoh itâd be so embarrassing if Iâd forgotten him. And a man as handsome as himâhow could I have forgotten?
But a look of delight crossed his face, before being replaced by one of neutrality. âNot in this lifetime,â he replied.
âKind of an odd way to word it,â I remarked before I could overthink whether that sounded really rude or not.
Jasonâs ears turned red. âWell⊠yeah I guess so. Sorry.â He looked down at his coffee cup and croissant and chose to take a sip of his drink. After swallowing, he looked back up at me. âThis is probably gonna sound really creepy, but please just hear me out for a few minutes. Do you believe in soulmates?â
I reached up and scratched an itch just behind my ear. âI mean⊠kind of? I think maybe they exist for some people, and other people could be matched equally well with multiple potential partners,â I said.
His shoulders slouched with a sigh of what might have been relief. âThank goodness,â he said. He met my eyes. âBecause⊠weâre soulmates. You and I. Sometimesâvery rarelyâtwo people are so destined to be together, that theyâre reborn over and over to stay together throughout thousands of yearsâ worth of lifetimes. Sometimes we both remember, sometimes only one of us does. I donât think thereâs ever been a lifetime where neither of us remember. Besides the first, I guess. Back when we didnât know weâd be reborn. We never look the same twiceâdifferent bodies, different backgrounds. But we always have the same soul.â
A reasonable person would have thought he was making up a really long, bad pickup line. But I stared at him with rapt attention. Like some missing puzzle piece Iâd been looking for my entire life fell into place. It just sounded⊠right.
âHow do we find each other, if we look different every time?â
He took a deep breath. âWell⊠when one or both of us remember, we can⊠kind of sense it? Kind of see it? Like, right now, I see you, but I also see every face of yours that Iâve seen across every lifetime.â He cleared his throat. âSometimes we donât. Find each other, I mean. The distance between where weâre born or the timing of our rebirths keep us apart. But thereâs only been⊠three of those, if I remember right.â He laughed. âSo glad you believed me this time. It would have sucked if you got a restraining orderâbecause those are a thing nowâand I had to spend this life without you.â
I leaned forward, shoving my phone in my pocket. âTell me more,â I said.
âWhere do you want me to start?â
âUm⊠I donât know. The beginning? Our first life?â
He nodded. âAncient Greece,â he said. âLike, really early in Ancient Greeceâs history. The gods blessed us. Bound our souls for eternity. Your hair is actually the same color now as it was back then. Kind of a⊠nostalgic favorite of mine. Youâre absolutely stunning every time I see you, but I have some favorites. You do too.â
I snickered. âOh really? Like what?â
âWell⊠I always think youâre adorable with dimples or freckles. Green eyes are a favorite of mine too. And your current hair color is my favorite. There were also a few times where you were a little taller than me. Those were nice. Youâre most comfortable to hug that way. But, without fail, every single lifetime I see your smile and I think, âThat one. That oneâs my new favorite.ââ He chuckled. âAs for you, youâve told me that you like me best with brown eyesâeven though you donât like brown eyes normally. Um⊠you also like it when my hair is curly.â He gestured to his black hair, slightly curled, with two white curls arcing down the center of his forehead. âYou told me⊠seven lifetimes ago? That you like me best with piercings and tattoos, but when I brought it up last lifetime you said even when I have them I still look like, and I quote, a âgiant nerd.ââ
We both laughed. Jason sighed and shook his head.
âThen again, you said that was your favorite during our pirate lifetime. And I can also say hot damn you looked good with tattoos and a big hat.â
I gasped out a laugh. âWe were pirates?â
He laughed too. âYeah. Well, you were. To start with, anyway. You and your crew were visiting my town and you, absolutely drunk, stumbled into my house. I was a carpenter that time. Thank the gods we both remembered that lifetime or I probably would have shot you. You spent half the night drunkenly blathering about how much you hated my hair when it was long the way it was and that youâd cut it off if I didnât. The next morning, when youâd sobered up, you apologized. And Iâd said it was fine. And⊠you asked me to come with you. Iâve spent dozens of lifetimes endlessly in love with you. So, like the lovesick fool I am and was, I said yes.
âIt⊠was not a long lifetime. Pirates rarely made it to old age. We were both killed when a Royal Navy ship attacked us. I went down first. You told me in our next lifetime that you single-handedly killed half of that crewâs sailors in revenge even though you knew youâd see me againâbecause youâd been having so much fun that life and they ruined it. Eventually their captain killed you himself.â He took a bite of his croissant.
It was certainly a lot to take in. But everything he said was so vivid⊠I wasnât sure if it was my imagination coming up with the images or⊠memories that had merely been locked away somewhere deep inside. The sea. The deck of a ship. An octopus tattoo on my left forearm, tentacles reaching to the back of my hand, a similar one on his tanned, scarred neck. Curly auburn hair, a scruffy beard. Brown leather coat and blood under his nails. Pierced ear and eyebrow. A tattoo of a mermaid with a face and wild hair that I knew must have been mine on his right thigh as we found alone time together in my cabinâa pile of leather clothes in a heap on the floor, topped by a big hat with a big feather.
I met his eyes again. âTell me about another one.â
He smiled. âWell⊠there was another time I was a soldier. You remembered. I didnât. I passed through your town on my way to report for duty, and the weather got bad. Your family owned a tavern that doubled as an inn. So, that was where I stayed. You didnât tell me. I fell in love with you anyway. You would tell me stories and sing for me and make me food in private. When the weather improved, I went off to war and, miraculously, I survived. Even though I spent most of my time that fight thinking about you. I came back to your inn and asked you to marry me. You said yes. We were married soon after. I had to leave a lot. Fighting battles I didnât care about. Eventually, I came home injured and dying. You held my hand and promised youâd see me soon. I thought you meant heaven or just said it to comfort me. You never told me we were endlessly-reborn soulmates.
âWhen I was about fifteen my next lifetime, all my memories came back. We both remembered that time, actually. When we ran into each other again we got into such a big argument about you not telling me. Literally picked up right where we left off. Two twenty-year-olds bickering like the old married couple we were. The life after I donât remember is always a bit of a wild ride as all my memories come back. I imagine itâs similar for you. Itâll be similar for you.â
He reached across the table and took my hand. I squeezed his fingers. Our hands fit together perfectly. I wondered why Iâd told him I liked him best with brown eyes when his blue eyes were absolutely gorgeous. âSo⊠what now?â I asked.
He made a face. âBeginnings are always hard when one of us doesnât remember. Because I have thousands of years of love for you, and you donât even know me.â His fingers tightened around mine. âIâd like to take you out on a date, if youâll let me.â
âDoes it count as a first date?â
He smiled. It was a sad smile. âIt can. It does for this life.â
âHave we⊠ever had children? Together?â
Jason regarded me thoughtfully. âWe have,â he said. âBut our bloodlines never last long. Usually weâre lucky to get great-grandchildren. Weâre blessed to be together forever, but our families die off quickly. You speculated once that itâs the blessingâs attempt to make sure weâre not reborn into our own bloodline.â
âSo we have no living descendants.â
âNo. Itâd be a little weird if we did. Like âHey, kiddo, youâre our great-great-great-grandson! I know weâre younger than you but trust us!ââ Jason laughed.
I could get drunk on that laugh. âIâd⊠Iâd like to go on that date.â
He looked elatedâand relieved. âMe too. Iâd like to get to know you again.â He glanced around the crowded cafĂ©. âWhat do you say we get out of here and go somewhere quiet and I can tell you more stories about our lives? Youâve always been the far superior storyteller, but I learned from the best.â
I smiled. âYeah. Letâs get out of here. I want to hear everything.â
He helped me to my feet. I gathered my jacket, cup, and phone. âGreat. I canât wait to tell you about the time I was a magician.â
I giggled. âMy place or yours?â
âMine. I have a memento from our most recent past life that I tracked down. Iâd like you to have it.â
âWhat is it?â
Jason didnât answer immediately. Just held my hand as we left the cafĂ©. Gothamâs overcast autumn sky was chilly. âI⊠I want it to be a surprise but Iâm also too excited to tell you.â He bit his lower lip, staring at me. âGah. Fine. Itâs your wedding ring. I found it at an antique shop not far from where our oldest niece lived. We didnât have any kids, last life. We didnât meet till I was forty-nine and you were forty-three. We both decided it was too late for kids. But I had a few nieces and nephews. Our oldest niece was in charge of our estate. We died in the eighties. But I found your ring. You can use it again, eventually, if you want. Or we can get you a new one.â His face reddened. âI donât mean to presume. But I donât know if I can live without you this lifetime after having you for such a short time last life.â
I squeezed his hand. âLetâs try that first date first. I feel this pull toward you I canât explain, but weâll build up to the soulmate thing. Okay?â I smiled at him.
â
Jason couldnât help but stare at her. Those eyes, that stunning face. This one, he thought. This smile is my favorite.
#My Favorite Smile#Jason Todd#jason todd imagine#jason todd fanfiction#Red Hood#red hood imagine#red hood fanfiction#DC#DC imagine#dc fanfiction#BatFam#batfam imagine#batfam fanfiction
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