#mads posts

[aromantic-goldfishdeactivated202]

going to start a new series called Funny Shit That Happened While Studying Abroad and I think for the first one im going to go with “watching three frat guys trying to explain the concept of keg stands and shotgunning drinks to an absolutely horrified professional Italian winemaker”. Or possibly “me stuck in a hospital on an IV for Reasons trying to explain the concept of Greek life (sororities/fraternities) to my enthralled Argentinian-Italian nurse despite not knowing all that much about them myself”

[megamindsupremacy]

As a continuation of my “let Dipper say Fuck” and “let Stan say Bitch” agenda, I don’t think Bill should be allowed to swear. I think he should be perfectly aware of the concept and vocabulary of swear words but he’s just physically incapable of swearing due to being stuck in a kid’s show. And he’s really, really, really mad about that.

[shegatsby]

Could you write for Hannibal? Maybe x fem reader who suffers from night terrors. Hannibal is her therapist who offers to watch her through the night for 'medical purposes' (letting her stay at his place) and she wakes up crying for comfort? You can add whatever you like x ty.

A/N: Hi guys! I really like the idea of this request so thank you. I really love writing about Hannibal, I feel like I'm carrying the dead fandom like Sam is carrying Frodo lol ❤️

Warnings: Mention of killing.

‘’Do you think this will work?’’ you asked looking up at his dark eyes,  his hands were in his pockets, he had a small smile, ‘’Haven’t I proven myself as your psychiatrist so many times?’’ he asked and leaned to get your bags, how he wished to be more than your psychiatrist…

‘’Please, come in.’’ he moved away from the front door and let you in. The entire house’s floors were dark wood, the entrance halls had dark red wall paper, you hanged your coat on the hanger and closed the door behind you. He led you upstairs to your new room, It was the opposite of his room, the guest room had a queen sized bed, and its own bathroom, the window looked at his backyard. He placed the bags on the floor near the wardrobe, ‘’I’ll leave you to it. I’ll make us lunch, it is my off day today so I can explain my plan for your condition in full detail.’’ He smiled again and left you alone, he was cheerier than usual which made you startled. You had been seeing Doctor Hannibal Lecter for the past five months, every week. You were suffering from night terrors and thanks to his methods you were healing, however these past few weeks were trying you. One call from your father and you started to had the terrors again. Of course you haven’t mentioned this to him, just said that you have been having trouble of sleeping.

Once you settled you went downstairs to the kitchen, a soft classical music was playing through his small speakers on the wall, he was making sandwiches, humming to the tune. As he turned he saw you, ‘’Oh, there you are. I’m almost done.’’

‘’Need any help?’’ you asked eagerly, he stopped for a second, ‘’You can make coffee for us.’’ Seeing him so domestic was something you had imagined for so many times and now you could experience it first hand, he was so comfortable in his own environment, ‘’Of course.’’

Together you worked in harmony, once you were both finished you sat on the counter by the bar stools, enjoying each others’ company.

‘’So,’’ he began, ‘’My door is the opposite of yours so I can hear you if you have terrors, I’ll immediately come to your aid, be sure of that, however..’’ he paused, making you alert, you already felt like burden. ‘’I want you to be honest with me Y/N,’’ his eyes searching for something on your face. ‘’You didn’t have terrors for a long time. Why recently?’’

He crossed his arms, leaning on the counter. ‘’No reason.’’ You  smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes, ‘’Y/N..’’ he sighed, looking stern, one could see the dominant aura he had, you leaned back, there was no tricking him, he was a psychiatrist after all. ‘’It’s just,’’ you began, took a sip from your coffee, suddenly you had no taste. ‘’My father called few weeks ago.’’

Hannibal knew the situation with you and your father. He was an abuser and he was the reason why your mother died, although the police couldn’t find enough evidence so he didn’t get life in prison but only 10 years.

‘’What did he say?’’ he asked curious, if that man was outside Hannibal would’ve already taken care of him but he was behind bars.

‘’He said that they were going to release him in a few weeks and he wants to see him. I hung up immediately.’’

‘’I understand.’’

Hannibal’s mind was secretly making a plan for your father. His day had already come.

First week went smoothly, no incident happened and they grew closer with each day. Every morning you woke up earlier than him and started breakfast, first day he said you didn’t have to but you said you liked cooking for people that you cared about, after breakfast you sent him off to his work, it became like a ritual, you would walk to the door with him and wave at him as he got into his car, he would honk for one time before he disappears.

Hannibal was at his office, Will came for a visit to talk about a recent case. As they were talking and having a glass of wine Hannibal got a text from you, he unlocked his phone to see it; ‘’Hey, can you get some cheese on your way home? See you soon. ❤’’

Will looked at Hannibal for a second, ‘’Are you smiling at your phone?’’ his question brought Hannibal back to reality, yes he was smiling. ‘’It’s Y/N.’’ he simply replied, Will was his most trusted friend so he knew some things about you but of course he didn’t know that you were currently living with him.

Later, he got some cheese and headed home, before living with her Hannibal never looked forward to go home, now he had a reason.

‘’I’m home.’’ He exclaimed as he walked in, he could hear your voice, yelling over the phone and he cautiously approached to the living room, your back was turned to him and you were shaking. ‘’How dare you contacting me after what you did?! Never call me again or I swear to god I’ll hire a man to kill you!’’ and you hung up, your last sentence piqued his interest and got him excited but he had to think about it later, now you were on the floor shaking. He ran to you, ‘’I’m here sweet heart,’’ he hugged you, smelling his cologne made you somewhat feel safer than usual but you couldn’t control your body, ‘’Shh, I got you.’’

As he hugged you on the floor and kissed your head his mind was already making a plan to kill your father. You had wished for a man to kill him and your wish is granted.

Thank you for reading. :)

[feedingthesimps]

Behind the scenes of Hannibal Mads Mikkelsen’s birthday

Hugh is the background tho 😂

[madsselfships]

Your f/o loves hearing you talk. They don't find you annoying. They love the sound of your voice. They listen intently to you with a soft smile on their face. <3

[tourettesbabe]

Tic in public!!! Tic loudly!!! Tic expressively!!! Take up space!!! Scream at the top of your fucking lungs!!! Be free!!!

[maddestmads]

okay fuck it ‼️ glimmadora appreciation post ‼️

[sillylittleg00ber]

who gave peepaw the right to look so slutty doing the bare minimum

[willgrahams-rotten-fishing-lure]

mads

am i wrong, or has mads mikkelsen looked like a dilf his entire life

Exhibit A - 1996

Exhibit B - 2003

Exhibit C - 2012

Exhibit D - 2024

or is it just the fact that he's always seemed to have a gray beard

[osbcrne]

Inspired by posts i saw on twt… merry easter or whatever from everyone’s favorite middle aged man, duncan vizla

[svngof-inks]

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𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟.

Made by Xanthos.

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[aromantic-goldfishdeactivated202]

I find it so funny, in light of TikTok’s imminent American demise, that even now they aren’t considering moving to tumblr. The last two social media refugee crises (Twitter -> X and whatever happened with Reddit) prompted a wave of wide-eyed new baffled tumblr users to flood this app and yet last I heard all of the tiktokers are flooding en-masse a Chinese social media app. That is entirely in Mandarin. Instead of moving to tumblr.

[megamindsupremacy]

I like the implication that, in the show, Stan really is perfectly capable of using Real People Swears. Like, he isn’t cosmically constrained by the reality of existing in a kids’ tv show. Instead, for some reason he decided that despite exposing the twins to everything from counterfeiting money to lying to federal agents to a Literal Actual Cosmic Demon God Thing, he’s going to be a good influence in one (1) specific arena and not swear in front of the kids. Like buddy I think it might be too late to pretend to be a responsible adult. The least you can do is teach Dipper every single swear word you know. He deserves it.

[shegatsby]

Not sure exactly what you’re okay/not okay with as far as requests go, but I’d like to request a Hannibal x AFAB reader (or gn if you prefer) where the reader has a crush on Hannibal and discovers that he’s a serial killer and tells him she’s more attracted to him because of it. I’d prefer it ends up in the bedroom (wink wink) but it’s up to you :)

A/N; Hello love, thank you for this request I certainly enjoyed writing it. Enjoy!

Warnings; Hannibal killing a man, a little smut

First time you saw him was something else. You almost became a victim of a serial killer but thankfully a team of FBI agents and Dr. Hannibal Lecter saved you. Turns out this killer was on the loose for months and you dropping your phone in his car made them catch him, you were forever grateful. Dr. Lecter was a psychiatrist who was helping the FBI with their serial killer cases and he was also collecting data for a research of serial killers and he offered free therapy sessions in exchange of information. Seemed like a good deal.

It had been few months since you started the therapy and it was going smoothly for him but for you, you had to keep pressing your thighs together every time he played with his pen or grabbed something. Over the weeks you saw and observed tiny changes in his behavior. He started to loose his tie around his neck, rolled up his sleeves, gave your lingering looks. You also had minor changes, such as; wearing clothes that fit your body perfectly and showing your womanly figure, curves and all. You knew that revealing clothes won’t make him come to you so you started to dress elegantly, just like him.

One time you mentioned how much you like baking and he asked you to bake something for him and you did.   The next week you brought chocolate chipped cookies and he opened a bottle of wine.

He surprised you by having a cabinet in his office dedicated to all kinds of wine and you surprised him by fulfilling your promise of baking something for him. Hannibal Lecter never relied on anyone ever since he was a child, he never believed promises of people, even the ones he who are close to him because life thought him that people are deceitful animals. However, you managed to surprise him, it felt like a date but neither of you said anything about it.

Weeks went by and you kept surprising him with small things. One day, you baked a cake, it was the anniversary of you meeting him. You went to his office without telling him, it was suppose to be a surprise. Before you knocked on the door you heard some noises, a man coughing and things falling to the ground so you quickly opened the door to see the scenario.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter was on top of a man who was equally tall and strong as him and Hannibal’s big hands wrapped around that man’s throat, you halted in your steps. Your hands which were holding the container of the cake were shaking, your fight or flight response was triggered. You didn’t know what to do, in that moment you could feel everything and see, hear everything that was happening such as your soaked panties sticking to your core. You could feel your cheeks heat up, your heartbeat rising, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was murdering someone right in front of you and all you could think about or fantasies about how would you feel if his hands were wrapped around you, on his table..

When the man stopped breathing and struggling Hannibal bolted to his feet and turned to face you. His maroon eyes were startled at first but you could see his dilated pupils roaming on your body.

He didn’t  say anything, his chest heaving up and down, he closed the door and locked it, he came to you and held your shaking hands, put the container aside, ‘’Shh, I’m here, calm down.’’ Now that he was close you could see the bruises on his face, dry blood on his plump lips, blackened left eye, scratches here and there. His fingers went to put a strand of hair behind your ear, even under this strange circumstances, his eyes were soft as they addressed you.

He guided you to the couch. He sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘’Now,’’ he breathed, ‘’What shall I do with you, little dove?’’

You didn’t respond, you were a deer caught in the lights. ‘’He attacked me, you saw what happened. I was defending myself.’’ He was so calm a sudden thought crossed your mind;

‘’This isn’t his first time.’’

Your body shivered, you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to tell Jack Crawford and others what you saw but an altered version of it, all you could do was to nod and let things happen.

It had been few weeks since that incident and you avoided your sessions with him. You made up excuses, one week you pretended like you had the cold, the other week you said you were out of town etc.

Every week he sent you a present, the week you were supposedly cold he sent you soup and warm bread, it was handmade. There was also a note; ‘’Get well soon, dove.’’

Your knees went weak with that note and gesture, the other week he sent you flowers, elegant and pure white bouquet of peony. Last week you’ve made up a lame excuse of not being in the mood and he called you on the phone.

‘’Hello Dr. Lecter?’’ you answered in a calm manner, ‘’Hello dove, I was wondering-‘’ he paused for a second ‘’why are you avoiding me. Well, I know the reason but I want to hear it from you.’’ You felt your heart go faster, subconsciously your thighs were pressing hard, ‘’It is best that I don’t join the sessions anymore Dr. Lecter.’’ You said out of breath, hearing his voice after a long time did something to you. He let out a devastatingly long sigh, you felt it in your core. ‘’I was hoping it doesn’t come to this.’’ He sounded tired and defeated.

You imagined him sitting in his office, sleeves rolled up, playing with his pen while talking to you. You wanted to rush to his aid, he was a busy man with a hectic schedule, you wanted to give him something to come home to. The thought of it made you get wet.

‘’Thank you for testifying on my behalf.’’ He sounded genuine.

At first he thought you would tell the truth but when you told everyone exactly what he told you he was impressed. There was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on. He sometimes had this urge to pull your brain out and study it because you fascinated him profoundly, but then the thought of physically hurting you made him feel disgusted, which was rare in his case.

‘’You saved me,’’ you said remembering the night, he was the one who wrapped you in a blanket and carried you to the ambulance, he was the one who sat and waited by your side in the hospital.

‘’and I saved you, the debt is paid.’’ Your free hand slowly went to the waistband of your pjs, sid in and found your aching core, he cannot possibly realize can he?

‘’My little dove, hearing you say this breaks my heart, your life is not a burden.’’ He knew how you feel about yourself, a freak, a burden..

You loved the way he said ‘’dove’’ his accent thick, you wondered what else is thick about him. You wanted him to keep talking to you.

‘’Where are you right now? And be honest.’’ His tone had a warning, such dominance.. ‘’H- home.’’

Hannibal wasn’t a stupid man, he admired your boldness, talking to your therapist while touching yourself.

‘’Good girl.’’ He loved your honesty, maybe you were the only person who was honest to him from the start ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked, even though he knew it.

Your panties were soaked, ‘’Laying on my couch.’’ You managed to say, his hand went to stroke his clothed member, he swallowed, ‘’I was asking as in.. action wise.’’ He teased. You were rubbing your wet cunt slowly, you let out a sigh. A pornographic one to be exact. ‘’Nothing-‘’

He didn’t let you continue, ‘’Tell me, do you always dream  of me when you touch yourself? His question shocked you, at first you thought you heard him wrong, but the silence continued. Cat was out of the bag, he caught you. ‘’Yes.’’ You said. Hannibal could feel himself getting harder. He stood up, locked his office door, you heard it. He sat back and unzipped his pants, he never thought he would be doing this in his office, well, he also never thought he would kill someone in his office but here we were.

‘’What are you wearing?’’ he asked, feeling like a school boy but it excited him. ‘’Nothing.’’

It was right, the second you heard him lock the door you took off your clothes, ‘’Clever girl. I assume you’re dripping wet, I have neglected you for so long, keep touching yourself.’’

Hannibal leaned back, stroking himself, his tip leaking, ‘’How do you dream of me?’’

One hand in your core the other touching your boob –he was on speakers- you spoke, ‘’Sometimes on the table, sometimes on the couch or in your bed. Pushing me down and taking me..’’

You remembered the scene, he was on the ground on top of a man and choking him. It made you moan. Your soft whimpers and divine voice made him stroke himself faster, ‘’Put two fingers inside sweet thing.’’

You could feel the shift in his voice. You moaned louder than before as you inserted your fingers, you were so wet he could hear it clearly. ‘’Every time I come from your office I touch myself.’’ You confessed, which made him growl, he was regretting that he didn’t take you before. He knew that you were interested in him from the beginning, he thought it was because you were in shock –due to your unique condition which is almost being murdered- and you were seeking shelter. He assumed over the weeks your fascination with him would disappear but he was wrong.

He was about to lose his mind because of the sounds you were making ‘’Stop!’’ he ordered and you followed. ‘’Wait for me.’’ And he hung up.

Never in a million years he would think of sleeping with a patient but you changed his mind, he got into his car and drove.

[feedingthesimps]

Happy birthday mads/ November 22 1965

Some of my fav pics of him <3

[the-real-rocknrolla]