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He sure is

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Have you ever watched the Hannibal series (the newer one)? It can be a little cheesy at times but you might dig Hannibal and Will’s dynamic. They remind me of Wilson and Maxwell in some sense

Okay, so here is the singular thing:

These two will always be my OG Hannibal OTP. Possibly unpopular opinion, I don't know. My God, how long I have loved them. Garage sale VHS long. Silence of the Lambs is a very favored movie by one of my OCs, and she was rather put out that Anthony Hopkins was not reprising his role at the time, in an expression of my own deep, deep longing for a full series of Iconic Murder Husband.

(She also eats people. And we all go ssst 'cause it's so hot good god damn Mr. Hopkins and Mz. Foster class! act! so! good! pecs jesus)

But once I got over that, I fully embraced Murder Husbands 2.0!

They ABSOLUTELY have the dynamic, except if my Maxwell brought Woundson food in his sensory-controlled autist den (A++++++ scene, life-sustaining, This Shit Everything About It), it would be dubiously cooked and also slung directly at his head with "EAT DAMMIT" and a snarky slapfight would ensue. Hannibal has endless restraint and patience, and Maxwell is more like Wilson than he likes to let on--he gets bored easily and is a curious man, and despite the chess mastery, he's impulsive, doesn't think too far ahead. He's not unintelligent, but, well...nobody's Lecter but Lecter.

(Lecter is on tier with Freddy, Mikey, and Jason for humanity. Maxwell retains more personhood by way of not having a body count, and by way of getting body horror'd for his actions. I Have Opinions About Killer Psychology, Excuse Me)

I will admit that I have only seen a little of Hannibal, I'm not even through the first season--this is because for awhile, I was watching it with my fiance, we ran into timing issues and started watching other things, that song and dance. That keeps me from claiming true ship status, probably, but it's something I'm working on remedying. I have deeply enjoyed every moment I've seen, and fully plan on watching the series in full, I just need to open up time for it.

It doesn't help that I started watching during what my friends/relatives call "the black hole period" after my describing it as such, an extremely affected span of years after my mother passed where I really wasn't taking in much at all because grief is able to block out many suns--even these dark stars.

(All of them. Like, damn these two are great, but I always loved Fishburne on CSI, Raul Esparza is incredible whatever he's in, I understand Gillian Anderson and Eddie Izzard I have yet to get to, just...Jesus this CAST)

I'd say I'll be ready for it once I finish hyperfocusing on the last AGDQ and once I get some words down on paper for my Maxwell/Woundson so I don't get character seep right when I'm finally seeing them straight on again, it's been a hot second but they're finally back IC, totally, in my head, and I want to grab that while I can. Then I can have precious reward of hot neurotic meets hot psychotic and oh god no why are there deer

(Three of my favorites!)

tl;dr: I love, I agree, I'm behind, I want more. Thank you for reminding me, I'm pushing this one up The Big Media List!

As a thank you:

From I think October? My Hannibal is the oldschool one, new one is my sister's, they both protect precious son.

Thank you for the great ask!

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TSWU BULLETIN:

Megan, my sister, is now, by her insistence, a co-writer on The Skies We’re Under. She wrote an honestly very touching and heartfelt monologue from Wes, and I know he hasn’t gotten much screen time, so I hope you enjoy a little divergence and a little indulgence for them both.

I didn’t commission this, it was a surprise gift but if you liked it, please send @qglas kudos by way of pictures of Colin Firth. Please, PLEASE do.

I got nothin’ in comparison, but it might be worth seeing what Woundson is doing. His Tumblr’s been more active than mine.

Stay well, dear wayfarers 🌱🦦🍄

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I want to preface this by saying I’ve had some really awesome things happen this month and I’m doing just fine mentally and I’m honestly more amused than anything at this point because you have to laugh b u t a medical timeline of the month so far may explain some things.  Medical/TMI under cut, the tl;dr is holy shit is it ever Fandomversary Month, I feel entirely reconnected with Woundson.  Also if I’ve had any contact with you or posted anything between March 13 to the 26th-ish that seemed really bizarre and/or offputting I am extremely sorry I was apparently super fucked up on pain meds but not realizing it.

a n y w a y

March 7th: Have intense jaw ache, attribute it to tension headache.

March 8th: Intense jaw ache continues, attribute it to TMJ.

March 9th: Jaw ache has developed into swelling. Figure it must be a tooth at this point, call dentist; it’s the weekend but dentist is awesome and sends in an antibiotic scrip when I describe symptoms and fits me in first thing Tuesday (they’re closed Mondays).

March 10-12th: Continued treatment of pain and swelling with Aleve; unable to close mouth fully so @qglas​ is shredding chicken into tiny chunks so I can lizard-chaw it down but teeth do this right??

March 13th: Walk into dentist’s office, get stared at in horror.  Apparently teeth do not “do that”.  Quickly get probable diagnosis of salivary gland infection/salivary duct clog and sent to Urgent Care.  Diagnosis confirmed, put on two heavy-duty antibotics, a steroid, and hydrocodone.  Will realize later that attending physician’s comment of “These things can get way out of hand” was not a caution to take my meds but instead a comment on how incredibly fucked up the left side of my face is.  Will also realize later that “can get up to about a 7″ was grossly under-reporting pain.

TIME?????: Insert ten days of prescription side effects and infection causing me to trip balls, denial/lack of understanding that I am tripping balls, lingering symptoms, and standard antibiotic side effects all combining to effectively recreate Allie Brosh’s “Texas” story down to the “I would shank an infant for juice” part but without any actual life-threatening danger.  Highlights: Complete loss of internal ability to tell time, turning into a series of shapes repeatedly, loss of ability to determine if something is very small or just far away, internal auditory hallucinations including a small voice saying “yeah!” in a peppy tone over and over.  Somewhere in here I get a yeast infection as a secondary symptom from the antibiotics.

March 23rd: Finish run of medication and realize I have been out of my goddamned gourd for nearly two weeks, but at least I’m finally over it, and the salivary gland infection has been taken care of.  Plan to pick up treatment for the yeast infection the next day.

March 24th: It fucking snows, meaning I don’t have time to pick up Monistat before going to a rock and gem show with my family.  In a fit of social anxiety paranoia over the idea of forgetting myself and scratching in public (and also stupidity), I figure I’ll self-treat the itching with Vitamin E oil.  Because this is INTENSELY FUCKING STUPID, I have now managed to self-inflict hives over my entire upper body and legs because as good as I am at freaking out, my allergies are better at it.

March 25th (night): Finally get to go to the hecking store, pick up Monistat and also topical ointment for the hives.  Head home feeling good about finally having the situation on lock.  Trip over a curb onto pavement, skin my knee, rip my bag, and more or less erase the skin on my palm.

March 26th (early morning): Sit on the edge of the bathtub for a solid 10-15 minutes after finishing debriding and washing my hand just laughing intermittently because at this point I can’t tell if God is angry or if I’m an angry god but I am somehow still genuinely grateful things are not worse and also really what are you gonna do

I want to reiterate, I’m doing really well.  The rock show was great, I got to pet three (3!) tiny (TINY!) puppies and CARRY ONE AROUND IN A SLING DURING, I scored an amazing fossilized skull fragment for fivebux, and I even managed to snag literally the last ticket to Weird Al’s show in May which is like enough good fortune in a single moment that I could understand everything else as a balancer.  Just, like, basically...honestly sometimes reaction shots don’t cut it, here’s the Big Fucking Mood of the month:

I feel so innately connected with all my characters right now, it’s almost sad how the acute reminder that I am a ridiculous hot mess of flesh wounds and bad ideas 70% of the time is also 70% of the explanation of my Types

anyway here’s Woundsonwall I’m going to spend the next five days moving around the house very carefully and hoping I don’t open the mailbox and get bitten by a black mamba or something.   I’m doing my best to catch up on shit I missed, sorry if I passed you by but I reckon I’ve been a mite distracted.