#ic: Graham

[passionsafire]

( continued )

"An admirer of sorts," Graham's voice echoes across the intercom. One of the stars on the horizon of space shifts—but on inspection, one wouldn't find a star at all, but the contrails of Graham's mobile suit streaking into center-view.

"...Of everything you are, Gundam! Or rather, everything that you represent." His mobile suit remains at a distance—visible, weapons and all, though none seem to be trained on her. For now, the sight of them serves as little more than a deterrent.

@wxtchpilot

[gothicwill]

One of the joys of watching s3 is watching Hannibal without his ‘person suit’. He realizes he doesn’t need it anymore bc everyone knows what he is now and he doesn’t need to pretend to be a normal person anymore.

Like he’s spent two seasons being this meticulous mastermind who never admitted to a thing, even when he and Will were alone to just:

No more cannibal puns. No more ‘alluding’. Just straight up chaos.

[daily-deliciousness]

S'mores no churn ice cream

[royal-food]

Toasted S'more Ice Cream Sandwiches

[clownkissersinternational]

Hannibal: Tell me will, does your act of rescuing worms from the pavement represent an attempt to play God, to exert your power and control over the natural world? Or is it an acknowledgment of our responsibility as intelligent beings to act as stewards of the earth and its creatures, to use our abilities to help and protect those who cannot do so for themselves?

Will, soaking wet from the rain, shoveling worms into his pockets: I am going to KILL you

[gargoyl3city]

I can't believe they made an entire franchise based off of that one ice nine kills song

[ashfdhfgdsfk]

in addition to cannibalism, some trout also like to feast on the opportune bird, mouse, or vole.

[fatty-food]

(via Instagram)

[deermouth]

The blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs—the cut of you—they don’t want to know you they want to own you—no—not own—we all mean to live to the end—am I human we don’t know that—just because I have this way of transmitting—call it voice—a threat—communal actually—the pelagic midwater nets like walls closing round us—starting in the far distance where they just look to us liked distance—distance coming closer—hear it—eliminating background—is all foreground—you in it—the only ground—not even punishment—trawling-nets bycatch poison ghostfishing—the coil of the listening along the very bottom—the nets weighed down with ballast—raking the bottom looking for nothing—indiscriminate—there is nothing in particular you want—you just want—you just want to close the third dimension—to get something which is all—becomes all—once you are indiscriminate—discards can reach 90% of the catch—am I—the habitat crushed and flattened—net of your listening and my speaking we can no longer tell them apart—the atmosphere between us turbid—no place to hide—no place to rest—you need to rest—there is nature it is the rest—what is not hunting is illustration—not regulated are you?—probing down to my greatest depths—2000 meters and more—despite complete darkness that surrounds me—despite my being in my place under strong pressure—along with all my hundreds of species—detritus—in extreme conditions—deepwater fish grow very slowly—very—so have long life expectancy—late reproductive age—are particularly thus vulnerable—it comes along the floor over the underwater mountains—scraping the steep slopes—what is bycatch—hitting the wrong target—the wrong size—not eaten—for which there is no market—banned—endangered—such as birds—sometimes just too much—no more space on the boat—millions of tons thrown back dead or wounded—the scars on the seabed—the mouth the size of a football field—and if there is no one there there is still ghostfishing—nets abandoned in the sea they continue through the centuries to catch—mammals fish shellfish—we die of exhaustion or suffocation—the synthetic materials last forever  Ask us anything. How deep is the sea. You couldn't go down there. Pressure would crush you. Light disappears at 6000 feet. Ask another question: Can you hear me? No. Who are you. I am.  Did you ever kill a fish. I was once but now I am  human. I have imagination. I want to love. I have self-interest. Things are not me. Do you have another question. I am haunted but by what?  Human supremacy? The work of humiliation. The pungency of the pesticide.  What else? The hammer that comes down on the head. Knocks the eyes out. I was very lucky. The end of the world had already occurred. How long ago was that. I don’t know. It is not a function of knowledge. It is in a special sense that the world ends. You have to keep living. You have to make it not become  waiting. Nothing is disturbingly visible. Only the outside continues but it continues. So you have to find the way to make the inside  continue. Your entity is fragile. You are an object you own. At least  you were given it to own. You have to figure out what ownership  is. You thought you knew. You were wrong. It was wrong. There was  wrongness in the mix. It turns out you are a first impression. Years go by. Imagine that. And there is still a speaker. There will always be a speaker. In the  hypoxic zones is almost no more oxygen→then there is→no more→oxygen→for real→picture that says the speaker→who are you→where are you→going down into the dead zones→water not water→the deeper you go he says the→scarier it gets→because there’s→nothing there→there are no→fish→no organisms→alive→no→no life→so it’s just us→dead zones→bigger than the Sahara he says→the largest lifeless spaces this side of the moon→he says→she says→who is this speaking to me→I am the upwelling→I am the disappearing→hold on→just a minute please→hold on→there is a call for you

—Jorie Graham

[passionsafire]

"Hmm... seeing so many of these transformable fighters all in one place is making me feel nostalgic," Graham Aker says, musing to himself as he overlooks the hangar bay he and the other pilots docked in the other night. The Valkyries they have stored here seem to have captured his rapt attention.

He chuckles under his breath. "I almost feel like I'm back in the Over Flags again... what a strange feeling."

[beemoon17]

Looking for new fandoms to get into! I love a song of ice and fire, gravity falls, all for the game, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, marvel, x-men, Disney, Hannibal, Supernatural, sanders sides. There isn’t much I’m not into or haven’t tried. Tell me what you like I’m dying for something new!! Shows, books, movies, YouTube series, I love it all.

[piromina]

bECaUsE i hAVe A sEcrET

[trashwithvariety]

back when I was in college Yuri on Ice just came out and I remember I was rewatching Hannibal at the same time

I'm not saying that there's parallels, but I'm not saying there's not

it was a very gay time

[grasslandgirl]

its that time. gonna make bdg graham cracker and more importantly OLD BAY ice creams. TODAY.

[the-dark-artifices-trees]

Hannah Wells 🤝 Anastasia Allen

Falling for the ice-hockey Captain

Knowing a toxic guy named Aaron

In therapy for a time

Cries in said ice-hockey Captain lap (while in their boxers)

Gets pregnant in their 20’s

[royal-food]

Graham & Milk Chocolate Ice Cream