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8 Shows to Get to Know Me
Thank you @57flagsofdeath @crowleyanthonys @let-me-dream-with-the-stars @rosettyller @stedesearring for tagging me and my other blog ❤️
1. Our Flag Means Death: Brought me back to tumblr and has healed so so many queerbaiting scars, you people have no idea. I've made so many cool friends here and it might also be the first fandom with a large poc audience which feels nice cause I don't have to be one out of five people pointing problematic stuff out, I can literally just sit back and read people who are better with words and cheer them on. This might not feel that big a deal lmaoo but it so is.
2. BBC Sherlock: mentioning this show gives me such intense anxiety and pain tbh but it was my first major fandom and while the show went to shit and I didn't see tumblr for almost 5 years cause was so heartbroken, I did have a lot of fun, fell in love, and it did kinda change my life in so many ways, so I guess it'll stay a big part of my identity sadly unfortunately gods *clenches fists* I hate that sm
3. Granada Sherlock Holmes: I rewatch this show every now and then, to me Brett's Holmes remains THE Holmes to this day, no one did it like him tbh.
4. Good Omens: I'm definitely more of a book fan for this than the show fan, but the show is pretty fucking great and stands on its own feet. I also think both Az and Crowley were cast so well, which makes it all the more better.
5. Doctor Who: Love 9 and 10, but 11 would always be my doctor because I started watching the show when he was around and I love him ✌️ kinda need to catch up with the latest seasons though
6. Interview with the Vampire: Never read the books and vampires really aren't my thing but oh god this show, just everything about it, I am yet to find anything I hate about it ngl it is done so well and so beautifully and one of the few shows where I actually like both the leads equally (lestat too he's such a messed up freak I love him)
7. Hannibal: I got into the show cause I watched the first episode as it aired with a friend here, and it was just going to be a laugh but then I got so hooked, and it's definitely one of the prettiest shows lmaoo and it's so incredibly fucked up in a way that it makes sense to my brain
8. Dark: A start to finish trippy ride and I loved every second of it. I've got a thing for time travel stuff in the sense that I do watch and read every single time travel related media I can get my hands on, and this one is still right on top of my list.
I'm gonna tag @asneakyfox @asiraphale @abigailpents (no pressure)
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First impression: Scary, Big Blog™️, way better than me, Hannibal blogger that is higher than god, how is the meta so cool
Impression now: Makes me cry, has awesome ideas, feel comfortable saying actual words in tags without fear of being blocked, still makes me (and other people cry) with metas, funny textposts, very kind. Music taste 100%
- @jaggedlittleteacup
I'm a little speechless at your first impression because I really am just Some Guy. I am not that scary, you can ask any of the mutuals I talk to.
Also, YOU made me emotional with that fabulous Pan's Labyrinth x Mizumono edit holy SHIT. (Here btw in case anyone hasn't seen it. It's beautiful and heart wrenching and everything I imagined).
I am glad you enjoy my meta because I do actually really enjoy writing them and mixing up the silliness of memes with more serious analysis/thought. I agree, my music taste is pretty clutch.
Thank you though, this was a very nice ask!
Send me your first impression of me vs your impression of me now (anonymous or not)
#idk what defines a big blog and not sure I need to know because its subjective anyway#like the notes counter was going around and I just. don't want to know haha#ngl I haven't blocked anyone for weird tags on my posts but some people do like to test those limits#(you are not one of those people btw)#god do people really see me as this big hannibal blog#I swear I am jut a fool who can't stop talking that has microsoft paint#ps making people emotional with my writing/meta and seeing that in the tags is a GOAL#jaggedlittleteacup#the curious clown
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Hi, I love your blog and hope you're having a great day!!!
Can you possibly do a Hannibal Lecter x reader where they get into a bad argument because the reader is always waking up at night and Hannibal isn't there (because he is off killing people) and she thinks he is cheating on her?
This took 9 million years im so sorry. I'm glad you enjoy my blog, have a nice day! :)) haven't wrote for hannibal in a while.
Hannibal with reader who thinks he's cheating
It started out small. Sometimes he'd be out of bed. But he always came back. But that was just because you decided to ignore it and wake up to him right besides you again.
But it has been getting out of hand, you wake up several nights without him and it starts scaring you.
Could he be cheating on you? But he acts so attentive and loving. Every night you wake up to his side of the bed cold and empty.
What could he possibly be doing? You searched around the house and found no signs of him and then dialed his phone only for it to dial under your bedside table.
You didn't want to jump into conclusion immediately, but this was too much. Maybe some other work he has to do that he didn't tell you about? But why wouldn't he tell you about it especially if he has to go at night.
All these thoughts ramming into your head made you feel so detached from reality.
The only thing that snapped you out of the trance was the turning of the door knob. And there came through the figure of your boyfriend.
You quickly got up from your couch and walked towards him.
"where have you been!?" you asked almost crying.
He seemed surprised then went back to looking calm again.
"I see you're already awake, it's just 4 a-"
"forget about that!" you snapped at him.
"where were you?" he didn't know how to respond. you were already crying at this point. And then you backed away. He tried to speak but it appears his apple was stuck on his throat.
"are you maybe.. Cheating on me..?" you asked even scoffing a bit at your words. Though his eyes seemed to widen at that.
"why else is it that you're always out of the house early in the morning then come back hours later!?" you snapped back.
His heart felt like it was being punched while you poured yours out, he tried to compose himself and make it look like it was all just a big misunderstanding which it was but this was different. But he knew he messed up, you knew about his absence. He shouldn't have let his guard down goddammit...
You were really hurt and huffing and puffing. "maybe, maybe we shouldn't be tog-" you were swiftly silenced by the feeling of hannibal's arms.
"I'm so sorry for this misunderstanding darling, I've been having urges to take early walks to clear my mind and I just didn't want to wake you up." may be the lamest lie he's ever told but it will suffice for now.
"I can assure you that I am not doing such a hideous thing to you, if you don't believe me then you're more than welcomed to do a background check on me." he added once more. He couldn't let you know, just yet.
'oh' was the only thing that was said in your head. Now feeling mortified you run off somewhere abruptly feeling too embarrassed to even face him anymore.
I'm leaving this on a cliffhanger because I cannot for the sake of god think of a way to continue the story currently and I have been holding this request for far too long omg.
#slasher x reader#slasher x you#nbc hannibal#hannibal#hannibal x reader#nbc hannibal x reader#x you#hannibal lecter#hannibal x you#angst ig#x you fluff#i lack creativity
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Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14
Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.
@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare
Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse
You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.
It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.
You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.
"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"
"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."
You leaned against the door. "Oh?"
"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.
"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."
"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.
"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."
"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"
Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."
You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.
"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"
Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."
"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."
"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."
You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."
"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."
"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.
"Hm?"
You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"
Max returned the smile. "Of course not."
You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.
"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.
"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.
Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.
"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."
"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.
"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.
"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.
"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."
Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."
"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."
"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.
"Hannibal-"
"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."
"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.
Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."
"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."
You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time.
“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember.
“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.”
You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.”
“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].”
You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found.
“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.”
Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.”
“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.”
“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story.
“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.”
"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."
You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"
"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."
"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."
"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.
"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."
"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.
"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."
Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."
You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.
"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."
"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."
"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."
"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"
"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."
"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."
"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."
You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.
"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.
"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."
"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."
"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.
"I know." You conceded.
He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.
"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."
You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."
#hannibal lecter#hannibal x you#hannibal x reader#hannibal nbc#cult girl#more cult girl#cult girl doctorate#cult girl 2#tw death#tw family#pregnant reader#hannibal x pregnant reader
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hello! im not sure if anyone has asked this, as ive typed several keywords and searched it in your blog but i couldnt find it so here i am. i want to ask about your interpretation of will’s mindset or what he thinks of atm when he initiates the fall and what do you think the most plausible way s4 happens? ive seen people say they go all murder husbands, ive seen those who say it’s a slow journey bcs of will himself still feel conflicted about murder (hence the fall)? thank you so much!
Heya! This subject is one I've touched on before but never been asked about directly, I don't think.
One of the most consistent aspects of Will's characterization is that when it comes to Big Decisions, he tends to make them in the heat of the moment, rather than based on any careful deliberations. There's an aphorism that says "no plan survives contact with the enemy" (D&D variation: no plan survives contact with the player characters), and certainly in Will's case no plan survives contact with Hannibal Lecter.
I think it's fairly uncontroversial to say that Will goes into the final showdown with Dolarhyde being prepared to die. We also have seen repeatedly that he has a hard time killing Hannibal even when he both wants to and has the opportunity to do so - when push comes to shove, he just doesn't do it (specifically, in Hannibal's kitchen in Yakimono and at the pigpen in Tome-Wan, also arguably in the Hobbs house in Releves).
We also know Will's moral compass is not exactly fixed on true north, even in s3b, as he's willing to sacrifice a whole police caravan to Dolarhyde to set his own terms for this showdown.
All these things in mind, where I end up regarding the culmination of TWOTL is that Will is feeling Way Too Many Things at once, and still has a lot of internal voices that are loudly objecting to how he feels about having shared the experience of killing Dolarhyde with Hannibal. Meanwhile, from a more meta point of view, I'm reminded of something Bedelia says to Hannibal earlier in the season - "You no longer have ethical concerns; you have aesthetical ones." I think it would be entirely reasonable to at least in part view Will's own character arc as one of a battle between ethics and aesthetics - the foundation of his intimacy with Hannibal, is, after all, his ability to understand Hannibal's mindset, Hannibal's design, which is fundamentally based on aesthetic sensibilities.
Anyway, point being, Will still has all these conflicting influences going on, and there's a convenient cliff right there. It makes for an aesthetically tidy ending, and he doesn't have to suffer a world without Hannibal in it if they both go out together. It's also possibly the only way he has left to avoid going even farther down the corruption rabbit hole, personally.
(I hope all that makes sense. It feels like something I could write about for days, but lately I'm just glad to get anything coherent on a page.)
As for season 4... it really makes a difference to me whether you mean "how do I see these characters realistically moving on from the s3 finale?" or "how would I expect an actual fourth season of the TV show to handle it?" Because those aren't the same thing at all. Based on what things Bryan Fuller has said about his envisioned s4, it sounds (to me) like he was planning on some role-reversal mindfuck thing where Will's manipulating Hannibal to hell and back, though to what end, I have no idea. (If this interpretation of his commentary is correct, I hold to the unpopular opinion that the show's close to perfect as it is and doesn't need any more. :P) But my personal favorite interpretation of how things go after TWOTL, based on a combination of my understanding of the characters and general fandom optimism, is that it becomes sort of a.... "Okay, I gave God a blank check to kill us, and he didn't take it, so I guess this means I've got to deal with how I feel about you, now," on Will's part.
But honestly, just based on who the characters are and how fucked up their relationship is, I could see just about anything happening after the fall as plausible. Which is part of why the fic landscape in this fandom is as vibrant as it is!
#hannibal#the wrath of the lamb#hannigram#meta#my meta#replies#Anonymous#i hope this sufficiently answered the question but if it did not feel free to follow up
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👀couldnt help but notice you talking about hannibal in your billy loomis imagine 👀 also couldnt help but to notice thats in your fandom list 👀 maybe you should shoot your shot with an imagine with hanni 👀
So over on my Naruto blog I did a little fluff piece called Morning Coffee that everyone seemed to enjoy so I thought I'd bring it here. It’s a simple concept, it follows your morning to the start of your cup to the end of it. Hope you enjoy! --- ☕ Morning Coffee ☕
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written in the mind-frame of a Female!Reader but there are no pronouns mentioned nor gender specific anatomical body parts. Warnings: None, flirting with the idea of smut but no actual smut. Sexual longing maybe? Word Count: 1,155
--- Hannibal Lecter
Having coffee with a friend shouldn't have been this stressful, being this stressed in the morning couldn't be good for you but it wasn't like you could help it. How are you supposed to dress for morning coffee with a man who practically lives in three piece suits? Formal? Business casual? Casual casual? Your clothing covered floor seemed to bare no answers as you stared at what you swore was everything you owned...had everything always been this ugly? God! Why did you even propose a breakfast together? Hannibal does dinner but no you had to pitch breakfast to be different and try to impress him, yeah you're sure he'd be impressed by the amount of clothing on the floor. If you'd been like everyone else and just gone for dinner you'd have more time to try on clothes but a look at the clock told you that you had to leave now or you'd be late and that'd be terrible, that'd be rude and Hannibal can't stand people who're rude. However messy your floor was it was worth it for the compliment you got when Hannibal opened his door to greet you. “I don't see you in colour often, red looks lovely on you.” Well, guess you're wearing red for the rest of your life. "Oh thank you.” Finds it's way out of your throat as your face is painted the colour that apparently looks lovely on you. “Please, come in.” He welcomes stepping to the side to allow room. You never gave much thought to what a foyer could be, yours is technically where you just kick off your shoes and put your keys but this, this was proper foyer. Just the entrance to his house was nice. God it was big too, he could probably rent it out to a poor college kid for like 500 bucks if he wanted not that he looked like he needed the extra money. Did you even know how to say Foyer properly? You bet Hannibal did, without a doubt he knew all those fancy French words--was that word even French? Oh no, what if you were stupid and it wasn't French? What if this wasn't even a foyer? How dumb were you? H-- hands came up to your shoulders jolting you out of your spiral. Hannibal gently pulls the edges of your jacket and you immediately understand. “Thank you.” You repeat once again. He smiles with a nod as he slides your jacket off of you with your help and hangs it up on a beautiful wood stand you're sure costs more than half your rent. Thinking about how much money was within these walls could make your head spin but that spinning is halted by the soothing tones of his voice. “Lost in thought?” He inquired. “Uh, just early morning brain fog you know?” You try to bluff. It's not convincing but he nods anyway. “Perhaps some coffee would help.” “Sounds good.” You agree. Following him through his house only furthers your awe, you could spent a lifetime in here just looking at stuff. “I thought it'd be pleasant to make breakfast together instead of having it ready, eating together is one experience but preparing a meal is another entirely.” He explained The idea of sharing an experience with Hannibal was one that filled you with butterflies, the more you thought about it you didn't think you'd heard of Hannibal cooking with anyone else, maybe the stress of this morning would pay off after all. “I'm not a chef but I'll do my best, what're we making?” “Uova al purgatorio.” Which leads to a bit of a blank stare on your end, as pretty as it sounds you've got no idea what that means. “It's an Italian dish, eggs in Purgatory.” He explained. “Sounds interesting.” You quip. “It is, the name comes from the eggs sitting in a tomato base, the white of the eggs floating within the red sauce giving the illusion of souls trapped within the unknown of Purgatory.” He explains as he prepares the boiling water for your coffee. “Even at breakfast it seems we wonder where our souls go to lay.” “Well makes sense for Italy home of the Pope, I'm sure there's religious overtones at most meals.” He smiles a little and nods. “During my time in Italy it truly does surround you, it's an interesting feeling, almost euphoric to be encapsulated by it at every
turn.” He remarked. “Wow, you spent time in Italy? It looks beautiful there.” You say, trying to stray a little further from the religious aspect, you don't exactly know where Hannibal falls on that spectrum and the last thing you want to do is come across rude or disrespectful to him. “Coffee smells great.” You add as he pours the boiling water into his very fancy looking French Press. Your attempt to change subjects doesn't go unnoticed at all but he once again nods as he looks at you. “Yes, I traveled quite a bit in my youth, I called Italy my home for some time.” He explains. “Do you ever miss it?” You ask “I take with me what I relish in the places I've been, while I may no longer be surrounded by the Primavera or the walls of Santa Maria della Concezione dei Cappuccini they are ever present in my mind, reproduced with the utmost detail.” You could listen to Hannibal talk all day, it wouldn't matter what he said you just like the way he said things, the timbre of his voice. “Have you ever given thought to travelling?” He prodded. “Course, who doesn't think about travelling? See far off places, experience new people, new things, different cultures.” You reminisce. “What stops you?” You shrug a little. “Funds mainly but I'd want to take the time to learn the language of where I'm going, understand the culture so I don't offend anyone. I don't want to be one of those tourists that makes an ass out of themselves.” You said cringing at the end. “It's considerate to take the time to understand a culture you will not live in, many go on whims like they're visiting amusement parks.” He agreed. “Would Italy be a place you'd like to visit or would you find their taste for religion leaving a sour taste in your mouth?” He asked. Did you really think you'd get out of a question Hannibal wanted answered? You shrugged a little once again trying to make sure you phrase things that wouldn't step on toes that were in shoes that likely cost more than your rent. “I'm unsure...I don't know if my broader and more open views would be welcome in the narrower scope of such a religious place and I wouldn't want to impose myself or my views upon anyone.” You slowly clamber out as he pours two cups of what smells like incredibly coffee. “Thank you.” You quickly add as you take it from his hands. “While I do know you enough to welcome you into my home, I'm not sure if I know you well enough to know of the open views you believe would be scrutinized under the gaze of the Church. Do you speak a broader view of all religions? Racial rights? Sexual appetite?” You stomach almost leaps into your throat at the last question, talking sexual appetites with someone who could feed that said appetite for the rest of your life? How were you supposed to talk about that? You didn't want to impose but you certainly didn't want to miss any chance of feeding that appetite. “All of the above, you know?” You pitch at first. “I'm a big believer in religious freedoms for everyone, from anywhere--just freedom for everyone in general.” You tackle first, that's the more important one and the one that won't get you into any trouble. “And um--yeah I suppose my sexual appetite wouldn't please the Church.” You say with a small laugh breaking your gaze from Hannibal and down at your coffee cup. “Not exactly a born again virgin.” Smooth. Great job. Wow. Fuck. Maybe you could drown yourself in this coffee? You take a sip and to spite being too shy to ask for sugar or milk this coffee is great, actually smooth. Unlike you. “This is great, what is this?” You try. Why do you try? He always notices, you're luckier than you know that it endlessly amuses him rather than annoys him. “It's Peaberry Coffee from Tanzania, it's a rounder sweeter bean, almost tea like.” He explains, allowing for a moment for you to believe you've somehow fooled him into letting his prior question go thoroughly unanswered. “It can take a more refined palette to taste all the notes.” He remarks. “I don't know how refined mine is, I just know it's nice.”
You admit with a small laugh. “Usually our tongues know more than we think, close your eyes and allow the flavours to dance over your tongue.” He instructed. Hannibal could tell you to jump off a cliff and if he said it nice enough you probably would. You take a small breath and take another sip and try your damnest to impress Hannibal if only even a little but as you swallow you know your guesses are little more than shots in the dark. “It's sweet...kind of like a berry...?” You weakly pitch. You're not wrong but Hannibal can tell your guess isn't confident. “Do you know you have a habit of coming in on yourself when you're unsure of what you're saying?” He asks letting you know he's been on to you for much longer than you would have hoped. He comes around from his large kitchen island to stand in front of you and you fight the urge to step back and away which only adds to how hard your heart beats in your chest. “Coming in on ones self allows negative neurons to fire, by simply lifting your head you'll allude more confidence and though red looks lovely on you so does that.” That compliment alone made your head spin so his next action of bringing his warm hand up to gently lift your head? Your entire body felt weak. It was laughable that the simple touch of his thumb resting on your chin and his forefinger below it could have such an effect on you, looking up at him him with unsure eyes as to where this went next was laughable to him. You were putty in his hands, vulnerable in every meaning of the word. "Try again, close your eyes and when you take a sip allow it to work around your mouth, to explore every inch of your tongue.” Was this porn? This could be porn, this might as well be porn as far as your body was concerned apparently. It took you a moment to actually get your limbs to move and grab your coffee again and it felt good to close your eyes, you liked Hannibal but being so close and having him stare back at you was overwhelming. And he knew it, there was something very satisfying about your kind of vulnerability, it was raw and open for him to touch and mold with his hands. You brought the cup to your lips and took another sip and once again tried to find a defined note in this coffee and maybe it was having your head tilted up, maybe it was having him so close but an answer did come from your mouth. “Cedar?” Opening your eyes you knew you'd gotten it right by the contented look you were rewarded with. "I had a hunch your tongue knew more than you were letting on.” He teased. He let his thumb trail back and forth on your chin before moving it away and your head felt like it was floating. “What does your tongue taste? I'm sure it's much more experienced than mine.” You're sure if you didn't feel so floaty such a blatantly flirty question wouldn't have come out of you but it seemed to fly just fine as a small amused breath made it's way out of him. “Your assumption would be correct.” He let you know. “The notes in this coffee I've become very acquainted with over the years so it wouldn't be much of an exercise in taste for me to tell you them all. Perhaps another breakfast we could expand upon both our tongues.” Your entire body clenched and you had to practically drown out your whine of want by taking a sip of your coffee. “For now we'll be expanding on yours, come, wash up I'll show you how to make uova al purgatorio, a taste from my past.” He said walking back around the kitchen island. You follow him around the island and with one last sip put your empty coffee cup into the sink. --- ~Admin Coral 🍒 Buy Me A Coffee?
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Hello :) just wanted to chime in to say i love your blog and the love and happiness you have for yizhan and tu/mdzs. Im always curious to read whatever you have to say. Pls keep it up. Btw if you dont mind me asking is this a sideblog? Or do you only have this blog here? What other things do you like ie tv shows, movies, music, hobbies, books whatever? If its too personal obv u dont have to reply. Im just curious. Thanks once more for your awesome blog and have a great day :)
😳😳😳 This is so sweet, anon. omg.
This isn’t a sideblog. I used to have a tumblr that I abandoned in 2018 and it was mostly just beyoncé and sasuke shitposting.
I have some personal and work soc media accounts and a fandom twitter I mostly just use to lurk with these days.
I’m not a very confident writer tbh and it’s been surprising to me how much I’ve been feeling motivated to write about mdzs, bjyx and fandom issues here.
other stuff i’m into:
Some other shows that I like: black sails, hannibal, mob psycho100, russian doll, winter begonia, and I recently did a rewatch of hikaru no go I’m currently watching the svsss donghua and I’m almost done reading the novel. I’m waiting for the last episode of sdc3 to get subtitled even though most of the big stuff has been spoiled for me at this point. It’s ok though i’m just watching for my kings huang xiao and qiao zhi. and my son xiao chao. god i should make another sdc3 post. i haven’t looked it up yet because i want to see what happens in the finale first but i’m really curious if there are cpf of huang xiao and qiao zhi 👀👀👀
Other interests include astronomy and astrobiology (life on venus! maybe!) and various fields of history and theory (the two deeply unfun books about war and systematic oppression I am reading at the moment) amongst other things
For some masochistic reason I’m darkly fascinated by cults, mlms (not the fun kind), alternative medicine scams, and debunkings of far right conspiracy theories. My yt subscription list is like 40 bjyx or c-ent channels, a couple of science channels and ask a mortician. Ask a mortician is phenomenal if not a bit cheesy but be warned that there are graphic images in most of the episodes.
I listen to a lot of podcasts. A few of my favorites are:
-you’re wrong about (two reporters go back to mostly american news stories from the recent past and examine how the story and the people involved were misrepresented at the time.)
-one from the vaults (canadian trans historian morgan paige profiles a different trans person from us, uk, or canadian history each episode.)
-bad gays (each episode two gay historians profile someone, usually a cis man, from western history who can be loosely called gay and loosely called bad. Loosely gay as in the subjects are often from times with a very different conception of gender and sexuality from today and thus aren’t gay in the modern sense of the word. What they call bad ranges pretty widely from innocuous and fun crimes like art forgery to genuine issues like transphobic and racist gay journalists and activists to genuinely monstrous stuff like gay fascists and gay monarchs presiding over genocide and slavery.)
-overinvested (movie and tv critique by two journalists/writers who met in the slash fandoms of the early 2010’s. big crush on gavia) Anyways thanks for asking! I probably won’t post about any of these things here. Maybe I’ll try to restart a general blog one day but right now mdzs and bjyx are what make me the happiest and I want to have a space to just focus on that.
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get to know me tag (bc the reblog chain is quite long)
thanks to @nottuned for tagging me (e muuuuuito obrigada pelos biscoitos xuxu aaaaa ❤💕💞💓💖💝 fiquei mt soft com sua descrição e fico mt feliz msm que vc curta minhas fics hdskjsdhksd VAMO AMIGAR PELO AMOR DE DEUS JA ME PASSA SEU TWITTER OU VAMO TROCAR USER DO DISCORD, to sedenta em fazer mais amizades dentro desse fandom pfv sjehksdjk)
name/nickname: alanis! some people call me nanis, other just lanis......it varies
gender: female
star sign: a very, very disorganized and chaotic virgo
height: 5′4
time (of birth or current time?): if birth, 19:35, if current time, 01:17
bday: august 31st
favourite bands: abba, arcade fire, blur, daft punk, pre-2015 coldplay (NO SHAME IN ADMITTING THAT WHATSOEVER!!!!!!), the beatles
favourite solo artists: lady gaga, janelle monáe, graham coxon, fiona apple, weyes blood, david bowie, st vincent, marina and rufus wainwright
song stuck in my head: man’s world by marina........Lordt what a great song....................im so happy shes releasing bangers again
last movie: borat 2 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
last show: the crown fuck prince charles. fuck prince charles so bad
when did i create this blog: mid 2020, i needed to vent about my newfound obsession w blur somewhere n tumblr seemed like the perfect place to do so
what i post: mainly fics, aesthetically pleasing stuff and music-related stuff
last thing i googled: kim wexler leave me and my simp hours alone
other blog: i had two blogs in the past - one dedicated to supernatural n other dedicated to steven universe in its early days but that then became a multifandom clusterfuck. both are gone
following: 80
followers: 139
average hours of sleep: 7 when im working. 10+ when im not
lucky number: i dont have a lucky number really.....................,,,,,,,,never found a number to call mine
instruments: guitar, which i started to play very recently (aug 2020) yet made some significant progress. tysm graham and natalie mering for the inspiration!
what i'm wearing: a very bright pink shirt n some hippie pants
dream job: musician! a very famous singer/songwriter!! i believe in myself a lot in that aspect n when i make it big please dont bring my fics to graham’s attention i wanna be his friend
dream trip: SWEDEN god i want to go to the abba museum so bad. really. im gonna be the happiest person in the world when that happens
favourite food: sushi 🍣
nationality: brazilian
favourite song: life on mars by david bowie orrrrrrrrrrr knowing me knowing you by abba. orrrrrr andromeda by weyes blood. orrrrrrrr dreams tonite by alvvays. but i’ll go w life on mars
last book i read: thing of beauty, a book abt gia carangi. got really obsessed w her story for a while, still am actually
top 3 fictional universes i wanna live in: steven universe, star wars or hannibal which i know is the “real” world n all but what if everyone just talked that way n dressed that way normally all the time n mads mikkelsen was a sexy cannibal n hugh dancy his twink husband. what a blast we’d all have.
tagging ppl makes me feel pressured so everyone who sees this n feels compelled to answer: go off, say i tagged u if u werent tagged already. love u n take care
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Rando Munday ramblings! For new followers, on Munday sometimes I just post a bunch of personal stuff I normally wouldn’t. Not usually anything intimately personal, more like random thoughts and news that just isn’t relevant to the blog in any way, not related to X-Men or RP or writing in general, etc. ....there’s a lot of Hannibal today, sorry, I’m rewatching it.
- I definitely wanna have a pair of critters named Hannibal and Hasdrubal at some point, maybe if there's a third I'd name him Hamilcar. I know everyone will think I named them after Hannibal Lector but actually these are really common names from Ancient Carthage. Like if you look at Carthagian history and records, everyone is Hannibal, Hasdrubal, or Hamilcar, it's like John, James, and Jim. I'd prefer the pair, though, since Hannibal and Hasdrubal were a pair of brothers and famous historical figures, so it would feel much more like a "set" that way (whereas they did not have a brother called Hamilcar) - Speaking of Hannibal Lector, I knew he was based on a real person, but I did not realize that person was a gay Mexican man. That’s...an interesting example of gay history, for sure. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, Thomas Harris (the writer of the books that the films and later the TV series were based on) based Hannibal on a surgeon he met while interviewing an inmate at prison for another novel. This surgeon was so intelligent and charismatic that Harris implicitly assumed that he was a doctor in the employ of the prison. Nope---the doctor was an inmate himself. Harris was so shaken by the encounter that it inspired him to create Hannibal Lector, who, in contrast to the typical media portrayals of serial killers as uncontrolled lunatic slashers like Michael Myers or Leatherface, is a charming, culture, charismatic intellectual. To protect the man’s identity, Harris called him “Dr. Salazar” in interviews, so that was always how I knew him. I just now learned not only was his real name Alfredo Balli Trevino, but his victim was Jesus Castillo Rangel, his male lover. Harris describes him as a small, lithe man with dark red hair and, unsurprisingly, “a certain elegance about him”. Though Trevino was given the death penalty for his crimes, his sentence was commuted to 20 years and he was released in either 1980 or 1981. He died in in 2009 when he was 81 years old. He reportedly spent the last years of his life helping the poor and elderly, and he expressed deep regret for his “dark past”---which I suppose makes sense, since his crime was that he killed a lover in a fit of rage during an argument, whereas Hannibal simply killed people in cold blood whom he had no attachment to because he liked eating them (something Trevino never did) and to punish them for rudeness. - I’ve decided to stop buying silk, unless it's from a thrift store and thus my money won't go to supporting sericulture. Ahimsa silk isn't an option either, the bugs aren't technically killed but they're not treated well either. I know it might seem weird to eat meat and wear leather and yet not want to purchase something that hurt moths and larva, but...I have to eat meat for medical reasons, and my leather purchases is limited to boots that I then keep for YEARS AND YEARS so it's very sparing. There's really no such thing as a cruelty-free diet or lifestyle, whether that cruelty is suffered by animals or by other humans, but I can still make choices that at least lesson some small aspect of harm. I need to eat meat, I don't need real silk. ...Haven only wears bamboo silk for this reason and when this came up with Shaw, he absolutely thought she was fucking with him, like even SHE can’t be THIS insane, NO ONE ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT BUGS WTF - The books nearest to me right now are “Women Who Run With The Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype ” by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, The Norton Anthology of English Literature: The Romantic Period, “X-Men: The Legacy Quest Trilogy” by Steve Lyons, two horror anthologies, the script for “M. Butterfly” by David Henry Hwang, “The Spanish Riding School of Vienna: Tour of America 2005″ book I got from when I went to see the Lippizanner horses perform, and a big beautiful leatherbound English translation of “The Flowers of Evil” by Charles Baudelaire. This is...this is a summary of my whole personality, sans rodents. Also god I need to clean my room. - Something I've noticed is that many sci-fi horror films that do the whole "science went too far against nature!!!" thing....don't actually have the problem result from the lack of ethics involved or because the scientists did something "unnatural", it happens because they didn't follow basic safety precautions, lab protocol, common sense, etc. "Splice" for instance, is a really good example---the problem isn't that they made a part-human hybrid, that's not why shit goes wrong, shit goes wrong because the two scientists act like idiots, adopt the creation as a child, hide it in their barn instead of a sterile controlled environment, and then one of them HAS SEX WITH IT. Or in "The Fly" the problem isn't that Brundle invented a teleporter, it's that he tested it ON HIMSELF while he was ALL ALONE. Even in "Jurassic Park" the issue is less that dinosaurs are breeding and more the result of a disgruntled worker who was given way too much power over being able to run things, and thus shut them down when he wants to. So many "science gone wrong!" movies end up not really being condemnations of science itself, so much as depicting scientists as utter dumbasses. Which, on the one hand, I do like, because I dislike the notion of condemning scientific progress just because it seems icky or creepy or "goes against nature" (so do vaccines, I still like those!) But on the other hand, the movies don't FRAME it as "this is the result of failure to practice science safely and sensibly" they frame it as "they should never have attempted such an unnatural thing and this disaster is punishment for a moral sin" even though the issue doesn't happen because what the scientists did was "wrong" it happens because they do something DUMB. - Bringing it back to Hannibal, I reached the episode where Margot Verger first appears, and if I have one big disappointment about the Hannibal series, it's Margot. In the books, she's a huge butch lesbian, literally and figuratively. In the TV series, she's a pretty femme fashionista like all the other women, and she fucks Will in order to get pregnant. At the time this came out in 2013, I tried to be all resigned and fair-minded about this. I was like "ok, well, they didn't want to be offensive with a stereotype, and I guess that's fair, I guess not hurting people matters more to me than getting the horseback-riding bulldyke hearthrob of my high school years on-screen at last" but you know what? No. Firstly, butch lesbians deserve representation too. How many have you ever seen onscreen, let alone in a mainstream media production? Sure, it's a stereotype, but it's not an inherently negative one, they just get treated that way in media because society sees it that way. But the way to handle butch lesbians and femme gay men and so on isn't to erase them from the screen, it's to start writing them as human beings and not caricatures or jokes or monsters. Margot is a fleshed-out human being, she's nuanced and twisted and hurt like everyone else in this series, she would be PERFECT for that. She wouldn't be just a butch lesbian, she'd be a CHARACTER who just also happens to be a butch lesbian. I don't really think she was changed to avoid "hurting" lesbians, I think she was changed because the director, gay man or not, clearly has a way he wants the women in his series to look (they're all fashion plates, all have long hair, all very sophisticated, etc) and book Margot didn't fit his aesthetic, his design if you will. Because god forbid we just make her a DAPPER dyke, right? Back to having sex with Will, which most certainly did NOT happen in the books...that's not bad itself in a VACUUM, fucking men to get a baby is something real-life lesbians do, I had a friend in college who was actually conceived that way, but like...no media exists in a vacuum, and there is very little depiction of lesbians in media that doesn't feature them fucking men for SOME reason or another. They want a baby, or they start the story with a boyfriend, or they're actually bisexual, or they're even raped, but there's always SOME reason we have to watch a guy fucking them and it's frankly distressing. Like, remember Irene Adler in BBC's Sherlock? It's a pattern. And I'm not saying lesbians who have had a sexual past with men, or who were the victims of sexual violence by men, don't deserve representation, I would never say that, those are very common experiences, I'm not saying "gold stars only", I'm saying that there is a strong pattern in media where it seems almost obligatory that a lesbian has to have sex with or be attracted to men at some point, while comparatively the opposite case, where a lesbian is depicted as exclusively and only attracted to and "with" other women, is seldom there. And it's just kind of a kick in the nads for me, as I think it was for a lot of other lesbians, butch or not, that a gay director took an opportunity like Margot Verger and turned her into just another attractive lipstick lesbian that is okay with having sex with the male protagonist as a treat tee hee (Spoiler: She does end up with Alana though, which I appreciate)
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Tagged by @sunsreign thank u hun !! I’m tagging UMMM @onsand @denbroughsguilt @crowncd @cometogethcr and everyone else ! i just tagged the people who’ve shown up in my notifs recently lol
FIRST NAME My name off tumblr is Calee ! (said like kay-lee) i really don’t mind if you call my by my first name or by my pen name, either works! i just don’t post my first name anywhere on my blog really lol
STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF strange?? hmmm i have a ton of stuffed animals for an 18 y/o probably... like a ton. and i still buy them cause i love them ;m;
TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON Hair !! also arms... (like the biceps) aaaaand lips, probably
A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF chili verde smothered burritos !! specifically the ones from my favorite restaurant ohmygod they’re soooooo good. and their chips and salsa too
A FOOD YOU HATE TOMATOES R GROSS
GUILTY PLEASURE fuuuuck. buying stuff, probably. like makeup and video games and books and movies and all that good stuff.
WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN t shirt and pj pants. shorts if it’s in the summer, and a sweater in winter.
SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS welp im in a serious relationship rn but if i was single i’d still prefer a serious one !
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE askjdlkasjdlsj not getting back with my ex when we initially broke up, probably. he’s GROSS
ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON verbally i am ! i always tell my friends i love them and that i enjoy talking to them in stuff. physically i don’t really like cuddling or kissing my bf unless we’re in private
A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN The Family Man starring Nicholas Cage aslkdjslakjdlskja LISTEN. i loooove this movie and if u haven’t seen it i totes recommend that you do!!! it’s honestly one of his bests and it makes me cry every time it. ALSO John Carpenter’s The Thing !!!!! i grew up watching that movie and it’s one of my favorites
FAVORITE BOOK Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, and also Misery by Stephen King!
YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE A COW I LOVE COWS. or a big cat like a tiger. OR a raccoon. could go either way.
TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] HA. hannibal/will and uhhhh. that’s. probably. it. sladjslakjd listen i haven’t really watched a show since hannibal has ended lol. but! more ships with hannibal include him and poppy with @gardenshe <33 hannibal/matthew brown. um. idk more ppl should ship with me tho <.<
PIE OR CAKE CAKE. with some sort of mousse pls. or a ton of whipped cream!
FAVORITE SCENT ooh uhh. apples and cinnamon maybe?? ooh or baking bread
CELEBRITY CRUSH *SLAMS FIST* kurt russell all the way, dude. i LOVE him, i would marry him in a heartbeat. also dean martin and james franco. AND MILA KUNIS
IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO So, I live in Utah, United States BUT i was actually born in Oregon, United States and just UGH. i love it there so much. it’s always so rainy and it’s close to the ocean and the trees and flowers are so beautiful. it feels like im home when im there !! but besides that, i’d go to canada to see my totally blood brothers jason and quinton @cometogethcr <33
INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Ah funny enough im an introvert off of tumblr lol. im.. really awkward off the keyboard. and i feel like i’ve gotten even shyer and more insecure the older i get, which is funny because from the way it sounds it seems like that’s usually the opposite circumstance?? idk. hopefully i don’t weird u guys out on here tho lol
DO YOU SCARE EASILY yea lol i can get a little jumpy but i love scary movies still! but sometimes my bf scares me from around the corner and i get super mad at him lmao
IPHONE OR ANDROID i’ve got me an iphone but i wish i had an android ;m; i’d love me one of those brand new samsung phones.... (oh god now im going to be spammed with ads)
DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES i do!! i play minecraft a ton (u should ask me to play with u sometime <.<) but i also like story games! i grew up playing the sly cooper franchise ! (i made a blog for sly cooper one actually!) but i also really really like the evil within, outlast, dishonored, and a ton of indie games on steam
DREAM JOB like uhh, how dreamy we talkin’?? my ULTIMATE dream job would probably be a movie director, but that’s probably not going to happen lol. otherwise, im going for a criminal justice degree, so my dream job pertaining to that would either be a homicide detective or a crime historian !
WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS ahhh. move to oregon with my mom, bf, and my pets by the ocean. then buy a ton of movies to add to my dvd collection. and video games. and a nice car. umm. go to a beautiful restaurant! then i dunno after that lol
FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE aw jeez alksdlakjd ummm. im not. a huge fan of alana from hannibal. idk i don’t think her character is written very well (but im still happy to write with an alana blog!) also light from death note. ohhhhh god. i hated him SO MUCH ALKSDLSAJD
FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER pfft. supernatural, doctor who, sherlock. the werks. probably more but i can’t think of any
#i know it's not munday yet but#anyway im serious about that minecraft thing tho#bet bitch let's go#( 🔪 munday )
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Hi I love your blog so I wanted to ask if you could write a Hannibal (silence of the lambs) x reader (or me hehe) where the reader gets stuck in his cell and they actually hate each other but then something changes (you can decide what and if you want to make it more personal for me then I have light brown hair and grey-blue eyes, the only place where I M a bit curvy are my thighs) have a nice day and I hope I don't annoy you Haha :)
helloo there :D no sweet person will ever annoy me, thank you for your kind words 🧡
now some disclaimers, it’s my first time writing for Hannibal and I absolutely love his character (I rewatched all the movies thanks to you), so in order to keep him as in character as I can, I twisted your request a little: the reader is a female, she doesn’t get stuck in his cell (because no one can freely enter his cell, per movies) and I gave her a name because using the person’s name is a very important thing in Hannibal’s way of manipulating and getting into a person’s mind, which i love hhhhh. so i actually turned this into a Hannibal and OC story (but I kept your grey eyes hehehe). I hope that’s fine with you, please enjoy!
Pomegranate Seeds
Characters: Dr. Hannibal Lecter (Silence Of The Lambs), Alice Watkins (Original), Mike “Metal Fang” Gurch (Original), Dr. Chilton (Silence Of The Lambs)
Warnings: mentions of abuse and murder
Word Count: 2018
Mike “Metal Fang” Gurch. What an ugly man, she thought, and she was not talking about his appearance. Metal Fang had a terrifying glare indeed, his features twisting as seconds passed, but no matter how she’d word her questions, all he would do was grin his metal teeth and laugh, that was what drove her mad. After the moment he would start laughing there was no point in going on. The laughter would continue even after she exited the secured hall, they told her, even as she was climbing up the building’s stairs and leaving the building. Metal Fang would only laugh.
On top of getting no answers from him, 10 ft away was another inmate that made her stomach turn. Hannibal “The Cannibal” Lecter. One of the top ten most dangerous killers in the world, Doctor Hannibal Lecter was a force on his own: apparently kind, ruthless, intelligent, manipulative, well mannered and rude. He was a walking paradox, a force many call the pure evil. Some sources call him Lucifer himself, the Lord of Hell and the God’s favorite angel at the same time. Every time she was assigned to come and try to get Metal Fang to talk, to find the bodies he hid, trying to find something, anything - every time she was welcomed by Hannibal Lecter.
“Good evening, Alice.” he would say the moment she stepped into the hall, with no real explanation of how he knows it was her or why does he know her name. She tried to change her walk, her pace, only getting a short grin from the old inmate as a result. A grin she never dared to see in person. At first she would ignore him, trying her best to get the answers from Metal Fang, ignoring Hannibal’s quirky remarks. “You changed your perfume today, Alice.”, “You made him laugh 5 seconds faster, Alice, should that get a praise?” She ignored him, tried her best to, and never walked in front of the glass to see the man speaking. She was an agent so the feeling brewing in her chest wasn’t fear, she refused to believe it was. It’s not about fear, I’m just not wasting my time with him.
Today was nothing special, the same routine, the same shameless smile from Dr. Chilton she brushed off, the same chair in front of Metal Fang. Only one thing was different: Hannibal didn’t greet her, and she didn’t know what to make of it. She didn’t care.
She sat down in front of the iron bars, but no sign of Mike Gurch. He hadn’t eaten yet, the steak with fries still on the floor where he put it himself. The dim lights of the hall didn’t help her to see in his cell, despite Mike being a massive man for his late forties.
“Mike Gurch, hi. Are you- are you feeling fine?” she tried to make out the slight movement in the cell. He spoke in court, a smart man he seemed, but from the moment he got a life sentence he changed. Her bosses told her to brush it off, just a manipulative tactic to get mercy from them. You have to make him speak. Do it for the families, alright, agent Watkins? You don’t want to disappoint them after your big success. If only it was so easy. The big pile of papers on her lap were not really helping either, but she had to do everything by the rules, even more now when…
The plate on the floor was being dragged slowly into the darkness, only to get a french fry thrown at her seconds later. She was not amused.
“Mike, come out if you please, let’s ta-” the sentence ended in a yelp when the 240 lbs man shoved himself against the cell bars from utter darkness. She pushed herself off the chair so suddenly it fell, dropping all the papers on the floor and running straight to the end of the hall, far away from Mike and his frantic arms through the bars. The sounds he was making were hell sent. Her heart was beating in her throat. Mike was laughing and groaning and yelling, gagging on the food he had in hands. Her chest was racing and her mind was going through all the protocols she knew, all being silenced the moment she heard a familiar voice.
“Good evening, Alice.”
She turned her head towards the cell, the only one with glass instead of bars. In the middle of it stood Hannibal, his back straight and his face showing a protocolar smile. She imagined him shorter, and with more white hair. Or with none at all. His icy blue eyes were stuck on her grey ones, heavy, piercing, staring.
“Watkins. I’m Agent Watkins.” she said between fast breathes, furrowing her eyebrows.
“So you’d like to say, Alice, but here you are. Shaking. Is that what an agent does, Agent Watkins?”
She stood up and looked towards Mike’s cell, and then back to Hannibal, his eyes never leaving hers.
“F-Fear has nothing to do with being cautious. Plus, the guards will be here soon,” she said, “I don’t need to deal with it myself.”
Something in her answer made his eyes shine, not answering her for a few moments. The hall’s door didn’t open, and the guards didn’t come.
“The guards are taking their sweet time, aren’t they? Could it be that you denied Dr. Chilton’s enormous ego? Did you, Alice?”
She didn’t answer, just looking towards the exit and back to Hannibal with concern in her eyes. He was lying. He must be, even as selfish as Dr. Chilton was, he wouldn’t do this.
Hannibal grinned. “Good. Now tell me, Alice, how long will you read other people’s words to the poor Mike?”
“What- what do you mean?” she was taken back. “I’m just following the protocols and questionnaires.” she said confused, the shaking in her body was gone. Mike kept on laughing, but his tone changed slightly, something she never heard before.
“Exactly. You can do more than that, Alice. Come on, give it a try.”
“I don’t have time for that, Doctor Lecter. I-” she stopped for a second, listening. Not laughing anymore, Mike did a weird mix of weeping and laughing, echoing through the hall. Hannibal smiled.
“Oh, but I do. Now tell me, ‘Young Agent caught the serial killer Metal Fang when her more experienced colleagues failed’,” he said the entire newspaper title without blinking an eye, “how did a young agent like yourself catch Mike?”
She was a bit put off by the question. “It was the entire team who did it.” she stopped, but Hannibal’s stare persisted, his silence making her swallow hard. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. She clenched her jaw and exhaled loudly. “My colleagues were searching a house, meanwhile, after talking to people around the area, I discovered another one. It was pure luck that mine was the right lead.” she answered, her eyes focusing on the corner of Hannibal’s room. They told her not to get involved anymore because they got it, but they were wrong and while she was right, she still felt wrong. Bad. Selfish.
Lonely.
“So humble, Alice. How many colleagues of yours are hating you right now?”
“What? No, that’s not how it-”
“Oh Alice, Alice who worked on the case and Alice who lead us off so she can have the fame. What is a woman even doing in this place.” his tone was full of mockery, but his stare unchanged. “Do you feel their eyes on you, Alice? How they’re looking down on you and expect
you to act in a way you don’t?”
Her mouth turned into a line, her grey eyes more vibrant than ever. His eyes squinted for a split second, so subtly it could very well be her imagination. He was still staring at her. Into her.
“You caught him, Alice. Not them, not the papers.”
Was…was Hannibal Lecter complimenting her? Everything was starting to get very heavy and it was getting hard to breathe. She needed to get away.
“GUARDS!!” she screamed but to no avail, and Mike’s arms were still almost all out through the steel bars, crying and weeping.
Wait a minute. Crying.
“He’s crying.”
“Mmhm. He always did after you left, even after your cheap hand cream scent left the room, he kept on crying. And crying. And weeping. And sobbing.”
“He- he was crying and not laughing all this time?”
“Yes. Go on.”
“That’s a form of manipulation, he is manipulative and smart. He only tries to get pity on himself, to manipulate us.”
“Tsk tsk tsk. You did it again, Alice. The words written on a paper, with someone else’s hand, with someone else’s mind. Think, Alice.”
“Only if…,” she murmured to herself, Hannibal’s grin growing larger. “Only if he isn’t mocking. He was showing off, knowing, remembering. He remembers everything, at once, and fuels him. He knows what he did.”
“Good, good, Alice, very good.”
“He needs visual stimulant to explain in detail what he did, not just questions. And he’s crying because he- he…” she was once again lost between thoughts.
“Why did he bite his victims, Alice?”
She raised her eyes again to meet Hannibal’s. Mike “Metal Fang” bit his victims on every inch of their skin, different bite shapes to different victims. “To mark them, a sign of power and…ownership. He used different tee-. ” Then it clicked. “Each set of teeth had different imprints, the fangs altering from feline to canine to reptile. His urges to control, to own, he was like an animal. He thought he was an animal, different animals for different victims?”
“What is delicious for the lion might be tasteless to the wolf.”
“The different reactions he had towards women, he manifested them through animalistic instincts of hunter and prey.”
“And he was wild, and free, and powerful. Then, you happened, Alice.”
“Caged. He’s crying because he’s caged, he acts like a wild animal in a cage. Not eating, aggressive with people but submissive in solitude.” she was violently ventilating at her discovery, needing to tell her boss. They might get him to talk if they could move him, they might find where Mike hid the other victims. But…
“Why? Why do you help me, doctor?” she inhaled slowly.
“Am I, Alice? You said it all yourself, I’m merely un auditiour.”
“You knew all this time I was wrong. You also know where he hid the bodies, don’t you, doctor?”
He came closer to the glass, and she could swear he didn’t blink all this time. “Now that would be a help you’d like to get, wouldn’t you, Alice? Good things come to those who wait.”
“Watkins. My name is Watkins.”
“No, no, no. That is your daddy and your mommy’s name, and their mommies and daddies before them. I’m not talking to them, Alice, I’m speaking to you.” they were meters away, with a thick glass in between, but she couldn’t help holding her breath. His stare was heavy on her, his voice with a terrifying depth echoed in her mind, nothing else around them but her, him and his stare.
“It’s time for you to leave, Alice.” the words brought her back to reality few seconds before the hall door opened, guards rushing by her side. Dr. Chilton looked all affected, apologizing and cursing the guards in a dramatic way, but her eyes were still fixated on Hannibal. Words wouldn’t come out, ignoring everything and everyone as she climbed the stairs and left the building. All she could see in front of her was Hannibal Lecter as she left surrounded by guards. He was smiling at her, waving goodbye. Her mind was too clouded and blaffed to understand why did he help or what happened, and she needed to write down everything she discovered about Mike. But there was only one thing in her mind at that moment, the words Doctor Hannibal Lecter mouthed as she was taken away.
See you soon.
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Somehow, in the last couple of weeks I got a slew of new people coming to my blog and hit 1k followers(○□○). I’m beyond shocked. Like, I’m pretty sure 90% of you are bots or inactives but to those that are breathing: hello, and thanks for sticking with me! I’m stoke and humbled by your presence especially those that been with me for so long now. I may not know you personally but you know me. Maybe not very well since I’m intensely private and all I do is ramble about my accursed writing habits lmao but!!!! You’re here anyway despite everything and I’m very grateful for your constant support.
So to welcome to new people and because I don’t I ever did any introduction post before.
Hello, I’m kewltie. QT. Trina. That girl who keep starting shit and never finishing it a;sjdf;alsjdf;alsjdfa. I’M TRYING. Anyway, here are a few notable things about me and this blog in case you wanna make sure this is someone you wanna, ya know, stick around:
this is my writing blog. so all you’ll see are huge block of texts from either teasers of stuff im currently working or random pieces that im in the mood for but mostly it’s just me complaining about writing sobs.
i’m in my mid 20s and have been in fandom since i was like preteen. LJ-era, so yea im a fandom oldie. over a decade of experience here.
since i have been through several fandom purges bc of ya know censored ship :///// im very much YKINMK aka Your Kink Is Not My Kink but your kink is okay!!! i dont care for your problematic kinks or ships bc i have my own so yea im cool with you if you are cool with me.
i live in socal so i come off as US-centric sometimes but im vietnamese.
bnha is the fandom im writing and most active in but im in like a gazillion fandom. a hyperbole but kinda true?? supernatural, hannibal, voltron, harry potter, 1D, kpop, marvel, sherlock, etc. but you won’t see any of those fandom post here since i only write for ONE fandom at a time bc i cant focus on anything else /o\ lol.
i swear a lot. like, A LOT. regularly, religiously like every twenty words out of my mouth is a fuck you. it doesn’t mean anything honestly. i just do it when im being overly emotional so when im exicited, upset, sad, etc.
im overly emotional and sensitive w/ a truck load of anxiety and crippling self esteem.... so i dont do well interacting w/ people. mostly. i try tho!!!!! i mainly just keep to myself and stay in my corner of the fandom. i dont care for fandom drama or anything like that. i just want to read and write in peace. kthx.
when i make a post on here it’ll mostly be in lowercase, mostly in caps, abuse the word like, and use a lot of exclamation point like 90% of the time.
i identified as queer. and maybe demisexual/grey-ace??? idk sexuality is confusing and im still figuring it all out but i know at least im comfortable with the label queer.
i dont write smut for personal reason. maybe one day in the future but its’ not for me right now. dont have a problem reading it but writing is impossible for me.
i dabbled in all genres. i dont really have a specific genre/niceh i personally enjoy more than the rest or specialized in. i love fantasy, scifi, horror, romance, kinks etc etc. so you’ll find me producing just about anything. you may get trash rom com one day, epic space opera the next, fantastical tales of gods and magic after that, some dark twisted shit later, and anything really when the mood strike me.
i write for MYSELF. everything i ever produce is bc i wanted it so i did it. so if a fic idea is terrible is only bc I HAVE TERRIBLE TASTES.
im a very whimsical writer. i write demanding largely on my mood and whatever strike my fancy so it’s all RANDOM which also mean i procrastinate and have a long list of WIPs. i never run out of ideas so that’s the big problem sobs.
im a voracious reader. if i have to chose b/t writing or reading, it would be reading EVERYTIME YOU ASK ME. i have a semi-secret ao3 reading account with 1k+ bookmarks across various fandoms. it’s my pride and joy!!!!!!!!!!! i love reading fanfic so much T_____T.
i am a media junkie. i love reading comics (manhwa, manga, webtoons, manhua, etc), watch kdrama/cdramas, love nature/space docu series, tv-shows, etc etc so that leak a lot into my writing. whatever im reading/watching can have influence my reading like wanting to write a gazillion palace aus bc i can’t stop burning through chinese palace/harem dramas.
i may not be good w/ people but i hope i come off as easy and chill bc i really am!!!! honestly im more afraid of you than you are of me so uh, hi and you’re rad and thanks so much for following me even though i dont think im worth your time lmao /o\. I DONT WANT TO DISAPPOINT YOU BUT I KNOW I WILL. uh, like i said paper thin self esteem.
#the girl#a;sjdf;asjdf I M STILL TRYIING TO FINISH THIS FIC#FUCK ME FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK#tmr i think maybe???#it'll be done this week I SWEAR
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Rules: Answer 21 questions, then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.
I got tagged by @bigbabysawyer
Nickname: Ula, Lulu
Zodiac: Virgo
Height: 5′2
Last thing searched: jason voorhees part 2 (Listen.... I love him so much)
Favorite Musicians: Beast in Black, Ghostemane, Gazelle Twin, Battle Beast, uhhhh probably more but thats all ive been listening to lately
Song stuck in head: THE FUCKING SONG FROM POSSIBLY IN MICHIGAN
If you had a time machine would you go back in time or visit the future? I’d want to visit the 70s for a lil while tbh. See my fave films on the big screen, go to some concerts. That sorta stuff!
Do I Get Asks: I don’t think I’ve gotten a single ask since I started this blog but you’re welcome to send some
Following: 71
Would you rather be rich or famous? Honesty? Famous. With power comes money.
Amount of sleep: Oh god oh fuck.... anywhere from 2-12 hours. my sleep schedule is not healthy.
Lucky Number: 333
What I’m wearing: black t-shirt, jeans, combat boots, and this cool varsity jacket i got at a thrift store
Dream Job: Taxidermist or Mortician. or, I could combine the two and do human taxidermy. That’s ethical right
Dream Trip: I really want to visit Iceland!
If you were an animal what would you be? probably a cat!
Favorite food: I honestly don’t like eating too much but... Teriyaki chicken, stir fried with noodles.
What are some of your favorite books/films/shows/games/etc?
Books: I haven’t read in a hot minute but Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett is fun. I also like A Clockwork Orange still.
Films: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1&2), Phantom of the Paradise, House of 1000 Corpses, Angel’s Egg, Belladonna of Sadness, The Wall (Pink Floyd lol), Halloween
Shows: Hannibal is all I can think of right now, I prefer movies to shows because my attention span is abysmal.
play any instruments: I wish. I can sing, allegedly.
Describe yourself as aesthetics: feral changeling forest witch moves to the big city in the 1980s and becomes a gothic thot
IDK who to tag but if u wanna do this and @ me in it ur legally allowed
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I’m sorry to say this, but this may very well be the last of the Blogs of Our Lives post.
:(
I’ve had a lot of fun writing for this, but it’s just not what I want to do with my life. And as much as I enjoy it, it’s taking time away from other creative projects. For my tens of viewers, it’s not the end of a chapter, but the beginning of a new one. Thank you all for reading, and believing that I can make something wonderful and funny out of trash. I just want you all to know that deep down, from the bottom of my heart, no matter how much love I have for you all, I will never ever ever love you as much as I hate Brightburn.
Brightburn suuuuuuuucks. It sucks sucks sucks. I couldn’t wait until later in the post to say that. I had to lead with how trash the movie was, and now I’m going to spend the next couple pages explaining why it’s trash. It’s so bad that I – shitty movie connoisseur, who is making himself watch Days of our Lives and write about it – hated the movie so much that I decided to write a whole paper about it just to prevent someone else from being tricked into seeing it.
I will start with the only good thing about the movie. The concept. Brightburn is about a young kid (I’d estimate about sixth grade) who discovers he has super powers akin to that of a god. He has super strength, he has super speed, he can fly, he can shoot lasers out of his eyes, and he’s almost indestructible. Essentially Superman. It’s not a particularly original idea, but I was intrigued with the fact that the kid seemed to almost immediately become evil. This isn’t particularly farfetched. In fact, psychopathic traits are fairly common amongst children. The brain isn’t done developing, and in some senses the child is a psychopath. Kids simply grow out of it. Luckily, kids are small, they’re weak, they can’t drive, they can’t vote, and they can’t even get a movie ticket to an R rated movie like Brightburn, which I refuse to grant the respect of italicization. The amount of damage a kid could do is extremely limited. So the idea of a middle-schooler with superpowers is kind of terrifying. Imagine a child without empathy who you can kick your ass. If you tell them to go to bed, they can throw you through a wall. And it’s not a one in a million chance the kid will be a psychopath. Plus, when I was a kid I used to think when it rained somewhere it rained everywhere. It blew my mind that it was raining in my hometown but not in my friend’s town. When my dad was a kid he was terrified of this movie called Killdozer. About a bulldozer that came to life and killed people. In his words, “What are you going to do, hide from it? It’ll just bulldoze everything.” Kids are idiots.
Side note, I hope it’s not lost on anyone that I italicized Killdozer but not Brightburn. It’s intentional. I respect a movie about a killer bulldozer more than a $12 million movie.
Anyway, that was the only good part of the movie. The concept. Now I’m going to tear it apart, starting with the pacing. Nobody really knows or cares about the pacing when it’s done right. When it’s done wrong, the movies often feel like they stagnate or are rushed in parts. Brightburn is one of the worst examples I can think of. The buildup just drags on and on and on and on. By the time [SPOILER ALERT] Brendon (or whatever the fucking kid’s name is) turns evil, we had been sitting in that theater for a solid hour. Maybe more. That’s two thirds of the movie (including credits) that was spent just building up. So now, when we finally get the action payoff, it felt like the movie was rushing to the end. The kid destroys most of the house, kills four people, and then blows up a plane in like twenty minutes. It’s like trying to write on a piece of paper and running out of room so you have to make the letters smaller and smaller to fit on one page. But it’s a thousand times worse than that, because the paper had a set length. You could plan out where the letters needed to go and how big they can be. A movie isn’t made with a length in mind. So it’s like reading a sentence but the letters get smaller and smaller for no clear reason. It felt like they didn’t know how to end the movie so they just threw some crap together and tried to play it so fast we wouldn’t realize how trash it was.
On to the acting. I have no real complaints. The mom and the dad did pretty good jobs. Even the kid did a decent job. At times it was pretty weak, but I think most of that was on the writing.
Fuck the writing. The Chekov’s guns of the movie were stupid and obvious. In one of the first scenes, the mother whistles during a game of hide and seek in order to get him to whistle back, like an off-brand Marco Polo. My editor literally leaned over to me (like two minutes into the movie) and whispered “I bet that’s going to come back later.” It did. Later on in the movie, the dad comments to the mom that it was strange Braxton had never broken a bone or even got a cut. Like two scenes later, the kid finds his space ship and immediately cuts his hand on the metal. Sure enough, it comes back later in the film, in a way so stupid that I’m going to struggle to put it into words. The mother jumps to freedom from her house and somehow cuts her hand during the fall. She looks at the cut (which is shaped exactly like Bryson’s and positioned in the exact same place), looks at the barn where the spaceship is hidden, looks back at the cut, and says (I’m paraphrasing) “The spaceship! It’s the only thing that can hurt him.” The biggest sign of a bad writer is when the characters think about what they’re about to do, say what they’re about to do, and then do it. JUST DO IT. I remembered the garbage scene from earlier in the film that established the only thing that can hurt him. Who was that line for? Children who weren’t paying attention? The film was rated R. Maybe they assumed the only people they could trick into seeing this trash were too stupid to follow a plot. And yes, I’m one of the idiots they tricked into watching it. Jokes on them, now I’m tearing their movie apart on my blog with tens of readers.
I’ve told you guys about I, Frankenstein. The movie was worse than that. At least the writing in I, Frankenstein, while bad, followed a formula. There was never a point in which I rolled my eyes, it just in generally wasn’t particularly good. Brightburn, on the other hand, was aggressively bad. It was like all the different facets of a movie (acting, special effects, writing, pacing, visuals) had a competition to be the worst part of this dumpster fire of a film. I’m being too hard on the special effects. They were just wildly unmemorable, not actually bad. But somehow, incredibly, Brightburn was even worse than the sum of its parts. At a certain point, I looked up and started watching the blinking light of the fire alarm. There wasn’t really a pattern to it. I was fascinated. At another point, during the resolution of the movie, a man sitting behind me got out his phone and made a phone call. And you know what, I don’t blame him. It wasn’t like he was taking away from the experience. I was glad he was having more fun than me.
Something I didn’t realize until now, when I looked up Brightburn on Wikipedia to trash how much money went into making it ($6-12 million, so honestly they used the money pretty well), was that it’s called a “superhero horror film.” I took a class my last year in college about Horror as a genre, and the running theme of the class was the question what is horror? I’ll define horror as best as I can, and you are all free to agree or disagree as to whether or not it’s true. I personally do not consider Silence of the Lambs to be a horror film, though it is scary. It’s a crime film. Even if the film contained supernatural elements (like, say, if Hannibal Lecter was a ghost and rather than breaking out of prison he comes back to life), it would still be a crime film. On the other hand, I consider the movie Friday the 13th (the 1980 film with Kevin Bacon, not the trash remake) to be horror. Even if the film contained no supernatural elements, it would still be a horror film. Friday the 13th Part 1 doesn’t actually contain anything supernatural, but if I mentioned one that does (Parts 2-12) I wouldn’t have gotten the opportunity to remind everyone that a young Kevin Bacon not only dies in this movie, but also has a sex scene. It’s arguably his strongest performance.
Returning to my point, a universal part of horror seems to be the haunting. It doesn’t need to be a ghost haunting, it could be a human haunting as well. I’m sure it exists, but a movie about a stalker could easily be classified as horror, depending on the tone of the movie. Hell, The Gift was a great horror movie, and nothing supernatural or even particularly out of the ordinary took place. Looking at IMDB’s top 10 horror movies of all time, it lists The Evil Dead, The Exorcist, The Shining, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween, Alien, The Thing, Nightmare on Elm Street (trash), Psycho, and The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Of these movies, I haven’t seen Psycho, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, or The Exorcist (at least not all the way through). In every single one of the films I have seen, the characters are haunted by some kind of being. In some movies, they’re hunted by it, and in others (particularly the Exorcist), they’re tormented by it. But either way, a haunting is an essential part of every movie. In Silence of the Lambs (IMDB rated it as the 14th best horror movie, naturally), the killer never haunts the characters. He’s a menace, a killer, and a danger to everyone, but he doesn’t haunt them.
Brando from Brightburn never haunts anyone, except for a ten second scene where he spies on his crush, which was honestly more cringey than creepy. So no, it’s not a superhero horror movie. It’s not a horror movie. If you want to call it anything, call it science fiction. The kid’s an alien, for Christ’s sake. Isn’t that like the number one test to see if you’re watching sci-fi? Right now, if you google “horror movies,” Brightburn is one of the first 10 images to appear. THIS IS UNNACEPTABLE.
I’m sure I’ve talked about this before, but horror has always been a trash genre. I don’t want to give off the impression that I’m the horror equivalent of a comic book nerd writing about how The Avengers ruined my childhood and it was all wrong because they got one detail wrong from the source material. [Side note: I really enjoyed Endgame, and at the time of writing this, it is the number one highest grossing film of all time, and honestly it deserves it more than the trash blue cat people movie. It was a really satisfying ending to one of the largest franchises of all time]. Even the golden years of horror, the Friday the 13ths and the Nightmare on Elm Streets and Halloween, are all just… pretty good. The writing was competent, the music and cinematography were original and not bad, but it’s not particularly scary, and it looks like every horror movie will eventually become that way, except for the ones that rely on cheap jump scares. That’s the nature of horror, I suppose. It preys on a current and relevant fear, and as that fear becomes irrelevant, so does the movie. So when I complain about modern horror, I complain about the cheap, shitty writing that goes into by uncreative and unoriginal people that disappoints everyone. Modern horror is an easy paycheck. It’s cheap and it’s surefire. The Brightburn garbage raised $30 million dollars on a budget of $6 million. Pet Semetary, Crawl, and Annabelle Comes Home raised a collective $366 million to a collective budget of $66 million. That is a fucking absurd return on investment. None of these movies (except for Crawl, kinda) did anything different. Pet Semetary was a remake. Annabelle Comes Home is a continuation of the Garbage Cinematic Uni-garbage-verse that spawned from The Conjuring. So horror has become a yearly money-maker for big production companies. Just put out some trash that will surprise (not scare) people, and watch the dollars roll in. Financially, this is the golden age of horror. They can make anything with a jump scare and make MILLIONS.
I don’t know what the point of all this is. I’m not telling the genre to do better, because it’s doing pretty fine. Midsommar and Us both got pretty good reviews. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark looks pretty good. It’s not like all the talent dried up. There’s still plenty of creative and original people working on horror movies, and they’re making some really good stuff. I guess it boils down to me hating Brightburn on a deep, personal level, and I’m not really sure why. I watch tons of trash. As I type this, I’m looking at my collector’s edition DVD set of Under the Dome. It’s garbage. Truly truly terrible. But there are scenes I liked. Shots I liked. It was made by people who were bad at what they do, but they were still creative. There’s this one episode where the government tries to blow up the dome, and everyone inside thinks they’re going to die. All the characters, thinking they have minutes left on earth, all finally do something. The plot unravels into something much, much, much simpler, as all the characters stop lying or trying to hide their motives. Everything untangles for just a moment, and after they survive the blast unharmed, it leaves the question what next? Sure, the conflicts were childish and silly, and the character arcs were (to put it nicely) poorly handled. But they tried to do something well, and for just a moment they struck gold. There’s nothing like that in Brightburn. There’s not a single scene that I can look at in the movie and say you’re on to something there. Keep working. If I were given the script and a blank check and told to write a better one, I would strip it down to the foundation. I wouldn’t rewrite it, I would delete everything except the core premise and start over.
It just really really hurts, having to type out that this movie was worse than Under the Dome.
I know it’s too late to convince anyone not to see Brightburn. And that’s fine. Sometimes the world moves too fast for you to make a change. But I just want you to know deep down how much I hate that movie. I resent it for wasting my time, my energy, and my money. It’s worse than Days of our Lives.
Fuck you, Brightburn.
Thank you for reading. It means a lot to me.
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How does one write meta? I am someone who is terrible at critical analyses and has trouble even finding themes in books (eng lit was hell for me!!) but I would love write meta for shows/movies. I just don't know what to look for and how to break it down. Please help me, if you don't mind! I want to be able to articulate/explain why I like or don't like and what I think about the work, character, relationship or topic. I feel like I need a guideline. Also how do you know if a work has substance?
Uh…….
Welp, if all your years of education including, evidently, college hasn’t taught you how to critically read a text (written or media) and write about it in a way that you feel confident in, then I seriously doubt there’s anything I can say in a single post to instill that confidence. That said, I can say what and how I do it, more or less.
1. Watch the thing. A lot. And then some more.
My typical schedule for when Hannibal aired in S2 (I wasn’t posting regularly in S1 and S3 was over summer so my schedule got shot all to hell) was to watch the episode the night it aired (Friday), read the questions I’d get about it in my inbox, watch it again right after, get up in the morning on Saturday and read the next set of questions, watch it AGAIN, start drafting answers, and watch it again at least once more that day and two or three times on Sunday. I would get an Amazon copy of the episode so when I wrote anything about any detail in it, I would go find that spot and rewatch it again, maybe two or three times. So my meta responses, unless it was something super quick and easy, typically had no less than five viewings. After the end of a week, no less than ten or twelve.
At this point, I’ve watched “Aperitif” 27 times just for my job. Overall I think it’s around 70. Meta is time-consuming.
(A small tangent: This–along with the fact that each ask I answered tended to spawn two or three more asks–is something that informed my occasional testiness when someone would come along, say something inaccurate that would mislead or confuse people, and then, when I would say something to them about it, would say, “This is only my opinion!” or “I’m not writing for school!” or “I’ve only watched it once and I just wanted to share my feelings!” or “All interpretations are valid and equal!” Well, some of us are putting in a lot of time and effort into our interpretations and into helping people understand things before and in the process of publishing meta, and others’ lack of these directly makes my work more difficult and time-consuming. It’s frustrating.)
2. Look for patterns.
Hannibal has fairly obvious patterns because Bryan Fuller is many things, but–generally speaking–subtle he is not. So you see the same lines repeated (”They know”), the same images repeated (eyeballs with reflections), the same strains of music (go go Brian Reitzell), the same general topics (transformation, consumption, the human propensity for violence, God), and so forth. But this is true in all texts: if it bears repeating, it will bear examining. This is where themes (in books or otherwise) come from, along with the kinds of lessons that characters learn (or should have learned) through their experiences.
3. Back up your opinions with text.
If you can’t back it up with text, you don’t have meta. You have headcanon. And sometimes headcanons are just wrong interpretations not because anything in the text directly counters them them, but because multiple things point toward countering them. Interpretations are fine, but they need to have multiple and/or significant portions of text to support them.
I occasionally get into “the author is dead” debates with people, but as a rule of thumb, if you want to maintain any respectability in this endeavor, imo it’s worthwhile to look at a thing from the perspective of what you think the authors (including actors, directors, writers, etc) were trying to accomplish, and then look for details that support that. So like the “Bedelia cut off her own leg” argument–in the sense that you can’t definitively argue that she didn’t cut off her own leg, since they don’t show on screen who did, the claim that she cut it off herself is weaker than the claim that Hannibal and/or Will did it for her. There are pieces of evidence that imply that Hannibal and/or Will did it, but there is only conjecture to support that Bedelia herself did (”she could have…” this that, or the other). You cannot argue from an absence of evidence, and the evidence of an author’s thinking will be there, in the details.
4. Study, look things up, and learn to write and argue.
If Hannibal decides to quote Nietzsche, it don’t matter that you ain’t read Nietzsche in twenty-odd years and never read that particular piece at all. Go do your research, cuz somebody gonna ask. Not only that, but somebody gonna read that shit that is a fuggin philosophy major, so you better get your goddam ducks in a sweet little tidy row.
Read what other people write about the topic you want to write about. If you want to write MCU meta, get your ass in the MCU meta tag (or whatever it is that they use) and read what people are saying. Some of them are going to be hella smart and help you understand things you didn’t know you misunderstood.
Same with writing. Learn to do that shit, if you don’t know already, on all levels: we’re dealing with ideas here, but there are also organization, voice, sentence fluency, word choice, and conventions. Reread and edit your shit. I recommend being linear in your organization–I’ve known people who wrote beautiful meta that you wouldn’t ever get any sense of what the point is till the absolute end. Don’t do that to people. Make a point, support it, draw a conclusion. Writing 101 stuff.
Learn to recognize logical fallacies so that you don’t do them when you don’t want to, and so that when you do want to, you can hide them so people won’t call you out on them. And so that you can call out others on them.
Make no mistake: meta is argument. It’s only pretending to be expository.
With that in mind, know what you’re capable of. If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch. Especially if you’re easily hurt and/or have self-esteem issues. So much of fandom is all about lovey feelings and not leaving unasked-for criticism on people’s fic and all that–and I support that–but meta is an exception to this. It just is. Everyone is going to be jumping for a chance to tell you how wrong you are, even if they don’t write meta themselves and only watched the show once and just have feelings.
5. Know your audience.
Here’s an example of what I mean: I received an ask some years ago about whether or not Hannibal ever was in love with Bedelia, maybe even just a little? Even if it wasn’t like how he feels about Will???
Look, I’m a Hannigram shipper, and I wasn’t making any bones about that matter at the time I got that ask. But obviously that was from someone who shipped Bedannibal and really just wanted their poor soul to be soothed, and I can guarandamntee you I found some way to answer yes, in a way that was honest and that I could textually support, even though I myself would not call that relationship “in love.”
If you can, be on the side of your readers. They will be the people who are asking you questions. It doesn’t hurt to demonstrate kindness, as much as you can, without sacrificing the integrity of what you have to say as a meta writer. I’ll be the first to say I’ve made a lot of enemies on this blog because of various arguments I’ve gotten into, and I haven’t always known how important this is. But the people who come to you with questions deserve the best you can possibly give them.
How do you know when a work has substance?
It should be able to check several if not all of the following boxes:
Addresses the human condition in a non-trivial way (needs to be arguable and worth arguing about)
Contains complex characterization (no black and white major characters)
Displays text complexity (you gotta put in some effort to get it)
Exercises intertextuality (allusions to the greater world, other texts, history, etc.)
Displays artistic quality (in all areas: writing, cinematography, acting, etc.)
Utilizes multiple varying artistic tools (metaphor, symbolism in writing, for example, or an appropriate variety of camera angles)
Controls and maintains a tone appropriate to subject and message
Note that being contextually relevant (dealing with important social issues) is not something that I listed here. Many on Tumblr would say that it should be. You should be at least vaguely aware of how your particular venue (Tumblr vs. reddit, for example) is going to affect your audience’s expectations of such things.
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rules: answer 11 questions, ask 11 questions, tag 11 people
I was tagged by @capricious-writes, thanks for that! hopefully I did this right yikes (under the cut b/c I don’t wanna clog up anyone’s dashboards lol)
1. What’s you favorite OC?
At the moment it’s a toss-up between Warren and Thrive. Warren is super-relatable because I wrote him to have a lot of the mental illnesses that I’ve got (write what you know, right???) and there are times where I imagine something I’ve written him doing and I’m just like o shit waddup tho
Thrive is a stunner, in every sense of the word. I’m just head-over-heels in love with him and it uhhhh shows in the writing sometimes. under the guise of it being Warren’s POV. lmfao. who am I actually
2. What’s your favorite POV?
Hmm...I’m partial to first-person because the story can really develop a distinct voice, but honestly the biggest drawback for me is that it’s so limited. I’ve written first person before with little issue but I like having that freedom of possibly showing what’s going on outside of the narrator’s field of awareness.
3. What’s one food that just doesn’t exist in your wip. You’re a petty god - what’s that one ‘delicacy’ that you erased from all history, and that will never ever be mentioned in your story? Why?
Mayonnaise cuz seriously FUCK mayonnaise
4. Is there a tpe of setting you tend to write stories in?
I haven’t particularly had one type up until now. I think from this point forward I might have a type because I’m going to try to stick to sci-fi for the most part
5. What was the last show you finished?
Ooh, the last one I finished??? Hmm...jeez, I have no idea. I’ve just kinda been watching things that are either still going and/or have had a bit of time between seasons. uuhhhh god, um...the second time I watched Frasier all the way through a couple years ago?? lordt I’ll come back to this if it suddenly comes to me lol
6. If you had to completely change the medium of your wip what would it be and why and/or what would change?
I’m probably not gonna answer this the way you expected so forgive me if I’m wildly incorrect, but I would make it into a graphic novel because honestly I would love to see an artist’s depiction of my characters and worlds. I wouldn’t have them change too much tbh. Possibly nothing at all, actually. I’d have to hire someone to do it for me since I can’t draw for shit oops
7. What’s your ideal villain?
I could literally talk about this for hours. My ideal villain is my ideal serial killer, and this is going to sound really suspicious and weird but hear me out. Take like, all of the fictional media portrayals of serial killers, add a tablespoon of the Joker and four cups of, like, Ted Bundy or something. Just a guy who is completely unhinged with the way he goes about his bullshit and has no remorse whatsoever, but also has no reason for being the way he is. That’s the best kind of serial killer—just some random dude with no psychological answers for his behavior, barely even a sociopath, but he’s smart. He’s been doing this for maybe ten, twenty years. Leaving little whispers of a trail, not enough to get a good lead.
Like...if Stargher from The Cell had a gross baby with Hannibal or something like that, idk.
8. What’s one recent aspect of writing you’ve been trying to implement/improve?
Showing and not telling. Maybe a big chunk of it is my own insecurities lying to me but I never feel like I do enough to really put a scenario into a reader’s mind. Then again my own sister told me somewhere around book 1 draft 4 that I over-describe, so, big shrug man
9. If your MC had sudden access to a time travel wrist watch (fixed points time travel), what would they do with it? Alternatively, if you have time travel already, could your story exist without it, and how?
This is a complex one. My story kinda has time-travel, but only sorta, cuz it’s just like...for one person. I don’t think my story could exist without it tbh, I’d have to completely gut the whole thing and rework it. But if Warren had time-travel...he would probably use it to spend more time with his parents.
10. What’s one joke, or funny trope that gets you every time?
In general? I don’t really know exactly what to call it but there’s this moment in season one of Narcos where Peña and Murphy are staking out La Catedral for carrier pigeons, and they gotta shoot one of ‘em down and Peña keeps trying to shotgun this damn bird out of the sky and Murphy’s like “gimme the gun” and shoots it down in one go, and he walks away like “ain’t you ever been duck hunting before” or something and Peña’s like, “No?? You fuckin’ hillbilly??” and I just lose it every time hahahaha
11. If you could say one sentence of dialogue, as yourself, in your current wip, what, where or to whom would it be, and why?
I would literally just apologize to everyone for what I’m about to put them through and it would be immediately the first line of dialogue in the entire series lmao
—My questions to you:
1. If you could have free reign to rope anyone on Earth into portraying your characters on the screen be it big or small, who would they be? Any particular reason why?
2. Additionally, if you could get any artists to do the original soundtrack, who would they be and why?
3. If you could entirely rehaul a WIP from years ago, be it childhood or whenever, which one would it be? What would you change?
4. Who is your least favorite OC and why? Doesn’t mean you have to dislike them! ...But bonus points if you do.
5. What’s a line of dialogue/narration from your WIP that you’re SUPER proud of, for any reason you can come up with?
6. What’s something you hate about your favorite OC?
7. If you have romantic relationships in your WIP, who would pair them up with besides their current partner(s)? If you don’t have romantic relationships, who would you pair up if you did?
8. Badly describe the plot of your WIP (i.e. for The Empire Strikes Back: talking frog tells petulant child to murder his father)
9. Which person, living or dead, would you want the most to read your WIP?
10. Does your main character have any hobbies? Do the hobbies help them throughout the course of your story?
11. Have you based any characters off of people you know in real life?
I don’t really know 11 blogs to tag, so I tag @starlitesymphony, @brigidglass, and @foxesfatewriting. Absolutely not mandatory!
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