#winston the murder dog

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal 1x05 - “Coquilles”

Aw, hi, Winston.

[pesky--dust]

Since we know that Hannibal took care of Will's dogs at least once, do you think he sometimes helped Alana with them while Will was in Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane (because of him) and he was using Alana as his alibi?

[part-time-zombie]

one time my father sent me a link with no context or explanation at all. this is pretty on par for him, as he usually sends me political shit I don't read, memes or trivia/conspiracies I've already seen, and general stuff I can find on my own if I wanted to.

this particular link he captioned only with "new theory discussed: Winston planned it all from the start!" so here I am, looking blankly at this sentence, wracking my brain for answers to a question that I didn't even consider capable of existing in the first place.

how the hell did a stray dog orchestrate the entirety of will and hannibals transformations? could it have been more than a mere coincidence that will found this dog when he did? could Winston be a much smarter being than he'd want us to believe? what if Winston wasn't even a dog at all, that was just how he had us perceive him. perhaps he is in fact the ravenstag, infiltrating wills subconscious and heralding the onset of his becoming. had he led will to hannibal, or vice versa? what could this mean for the show?

I clicked the link and it was about Winston, the man who ran the continental in the john wick movie franchise, planning on and ultimately benefiting from john wicks path of destruction.

so yeah, I'd say this show has had an effect on me...

[licensetocannibalize]

Hannibal Season 4 Predictions:

Frederick Chilton gets hit by a meteor. And Lives.

Abigail Hobbs is revealed to be alive, after Will Graham successfully faked her death at the end of season 2.

Winston the dog swims to Cuba to reunite with Will Graham.

Hannibal has a 2,000 page long Wedding binder. He is still waiting for Will Graham to propose.

Will Graham takes up deep-sea fishing.

Jimmy Price and Brian Zeller celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary.

A wing in the BAU is named in Beverly Katz honor.

Alana Bloom and Margot Verger happily raise their family.

Jack Crawford heads task force dedicated to locating the Murder Husbands. Clarice Starling is his first draft.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 33 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

As it turns out, the Underworld provides a whole slew of services designed to deal with circumstances just like this. Medical care, emergency home repair–and body disposal, all for the price of a handful of gold coins.

You sit with John as a man your lover so descriptively calls Doc sews up Wick’s wounds. There is blood on your face, and your silk pjs. Dog sits on your foot, clearly anxious about letting either one of you out of his sight. In the same spirit, John’s good hand is clasped in yours, or yours in his–neither of you have been able to let go. 

Another man known simply as Charlie orchestrates the removal of the collection of corpses through the house. Yet more tattooed tradesmen work on boarding up the blown out window in the kitchen with a big piece of plywood. 

It’s a miracle, really, the house didn’t burn down. 

“Thought you’d left all this behind you, John?” asks Doc, making a neat knot in the former assassin’s side. 

“So did I.”

“What will you do?”

“The same thing I always do when I’m lost. Talk to Winston.” 

The two men share a snort of laughter you don’t entirely understand. 

When Doc finishes with John he gives you a bottle of pain meds, and a bottle of what are, as far as you can tell, pharmacy grade amphetamines. “In case he has to work again.” You take them with wide eyes and a nod, praying to whatever devil might be listening that that won’t be necessary. 

You’re fairly certain that no one up above is interested in any of you anymore. 

You killed a man. 

You killed a man with a gun to save John, and you do not feel sorry at all. 

Numb, perhaps, but not sorry. 

John groans as he adjusts himself on the couch. You reach out to steady him, helping him best you can. He is heavy, and you look at the stairs with doubt. “Maybe we should sleep down here tonight?”

He blinks at you, undoubtedly thinking you incredibly naïve. “We can’t stay here, baby. It’s not safe.”

“Where will we go?” 

“We’re going to the city,” says John, sounding weary as a man twice his age. “I know a place. Can you drive?”

You have to admit you’re a little dizzy from the whiplash. In the span of a few hours, you’ve gone from being locked up like a princess in the castle, to murdering a man, and now John is going to let you drive?

He must read the blatant surprise on your face. He doesn’t like it, his grip tightening on your hand. “These are bad, bad men who would eat you for breakfast. You’ve got to stick with me.” 

You bristle at this, because even though you absolutely should be thinking about escape? You’re not. You were thinking about how you were going to manage taking care of him in this state, and it pisses you off that he’s still so fucking worried about controlling you that he can’t see the writing written in blood on the wall. 

Or at least, written in blood, on the kitchen floor. 

“You asshole,” you say for the second time tonight. It wins you a lordly scowl that for some fucked up reason thrills you to the tips of your toes. But it’s too late to turn back now. “Were you there, when I fucking shot a man for you? Maybe this is just business as usual for you, but it’s fucking new to me.”

He clenches his other fist on his knee, seeming to count to ten with his eyes closed. “I’m sorry,” he finally grinds out. “I know…Are you alright?”

You guess that you put up a good enough front that he forgot that maybe he should ask. Good on you. Maybe.

“No, not really,” you answer truthfully. “But I don’t have any choice, do I?”

He actually has the grace to cast his eyes down, seeming to really think on what you’re saying. “You had a choice,” he muses quietly, his thumb sliding over your knuckles. “In the kitchen.”

You stroke Dog’s head for something to do with your other hand, which is shaking. Your thundering heart beats painfully in your chest. From the corner of your eye you take in this anomaly of a man. This man, who kidnapped you, who has been playing mental games with you for months, who has kept you prisoner, who has taken your body to heights you never even knew were possible, who has spoiled you, who has adored you and degraded you all in the same breath–this man, who somehow, you know you love with your whole heart. 

“John…” He tilts his head to look at you, his eyes glazed with pain. You’re not sure if it’s physical or mental at this point. “Did you really think I could shoot you?”

Perhaps he did, because in his mind, the only acceptable answer to a wrong against you is murder. 

Perhaps in the brutal world he’s occupied since he was just a child, it is. 

Suddenly he can’t meet your eyes. “Maybe I would deserve it, y/n.”

The fact that he knows that is definitely a good sign. 

But the tricky truth is–it wasn’t all bad. And the good? The good was almost worth the bad, you dare to think now that you’ve survived it. You know better than to say that, because you know you are in the midst of a negotiation right now.

“I love our life together, when you’re sweet to me, John. I only want to murder you when you boss me around. And I only mean that figuratively.”

A huff of laughter escapes him; there is a glimmer of hope in his miserable dark eyes. You know it’s insane, after everything he’s done, but you feel sorry for this man. 

“If you would just treat me as an equal, instead of constantly trying to control me…” I’ll be your ride or die. You can’t bring yourself to say it aloud yet. He already has enough power over you. “Do you think…that’s something we can work on?”

He could have pushed you over with a feather, when slowly he nods, bringing your knuckles to his lips to kiss them. “If you don’t want to murder me after everything I’ve done to you…maybe anything is possible.”

You on the other hand, can only blink. Did you just hear what you think you heard? 

That blood-pressure induced ringing has returned to your ears again. The explosion and gunfire surely didn’t help, but somehow this is far more momentous to you. Your surprise for the magnitude of this admission surprises you, and you must show it in the lift of your brows. It makes him smile ruefully; you’re not sure why the sight of it squeezes your heart so. 

You are not so stupid as to think this traumatic event has healed him miraculously, knocked some loose screw back into place. The mind doesn’t work like that. But just maybe, it did put some things into perspective. You are allies now against a mutual cause, rather than enemies of each other. And just maybe, when you tell him that you don’t want to leave him, he will actually believe you from now on. 

“Anyway…I can drive the Rover…” you say with confidence, even though you are still utterly flabbergasted he’d even give you the opportunity. “I don’t know about the ‘Stang.” The Mustang you think you could manage in an emergency, but it’s been a long time since you had to drive a stick, and being responsible for his baby doesn’t sit well with you. 

“That will do.” He grumbles, mostly to himself, “I’ve got to teach you to drive. There is so much I need to teach you.”

You’re not sure what he means by that. You are too tired to hash it out completely right now, but you sense that something, a whole lot of something, has changed in the past few hours between you.  

He makes to get to his feet with a groan–and can’t quite. “Maybe I am too old for this shit,” he grouses. 

“John, you got shot, stabbed, and fought off ten heavily armed assassins. I think you can count tonight as a win.”

Again, that bitter huff of laughter escapes him. You help John to his feet, trying to steady him as best you can. If he’d injured one of his legs badly you would be so fucked; there was no way you could carry him.

“Um…who were they?” You realize you haven’t even talked about who was just trying to kill him. You suppose you already think you know the answer, but then again you could be wrong.

“Camorra goons, I’m pretty sure,” hisses John, clearly in pain. “Guess I should have kept someone alive for questioning…I’ve always been bad at that.”

You press your lips, because it shouldn’t be funny…but if you don’t laugh about it, you might cry. Your life has been so weird lately, it almost just seems par for the course in a way. 

“John…” you chortle and sigh. “Surely the d’Antonio kid gets the picture now? You’ve killed everyone he’s sent after you? Why can’t these assholes just leave you alone?” Why the prince of the Camorra would court such trouble is beyond you. 

“Good question.” He groans as he takes a step, his good arm slung over your shoulder. “The young ones, especially the second or third generation, think they have to prove themselves. Or maybe…he loved his mother and wants me dead. It’s a faint possibility.” 

“Italian boys and their mothers.” 

John chuckles a little, then winces. “Please, sweetheart,” he entreats you. “Don’t make me laugh.” 

Maybe you are a silly creature, but hearing the endearment for you warms something in your heart that had been left out in the cold for too long. “Fine,” you agree, even though humor is absolutely your biggest coping mechanism. “Tell me what we need to do next?” 

“We need to pack.”

“Ok. What?”

“Suits, and guns.” 

You guess in a nutshell, that was the essential distillation of his world, once upon a time. Now, quite against your will, you both are being kicked back into it. By the look in John’s dark eyes, for some reason you have a feeling it’s the Camorra who are going to regret it. 

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

Hannibal Dash Simulator Season 2

🔍iwishididn'thaveatwin reblogged

🐈‍⬛team-sassy-science

Me and @ autopsyguy going to get some drinks after work.

@ teamsassyscience Why wasn't I invited? And who took that picture?

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#friends #who i will forgive for not inviting me drinking this one time

🌸flowers-in-bloom reblogged

I know this is a stretch, but has anyone seen my dog? He keeps running away and I haven't gotten the chance to microchip him because of this. If you see him, he answers to Winston, and my address is on his collar (he's the one on the upper left, this is the only picture I have).

🌸flowers-in-bloom

Never mind. I found him. Thank you to everyone who tried to help. He is now microchipped.

🌸flowers-in-bloom

Winston ran away again. The microchip is not 100% accurate, so please, if you see him, let me know. I'm afraid he might get hit by a car or attacked by a wild animal.

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#dogs #dog #missing dog

🔍iwishididn'thaveatwin

Okay, something happened at work, and I am currently OBSESSED. Just have to share this with you guys. This article is the best. I set up the link, so just click the picture.

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#bees #apiary #honey production

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Petition to save local songbird habit from complete destruction

Local Baltimore City Council Sheldon Isley brokered a deal several years ago to turn the habit of endangered songbirds into a parking lot. Recently, there have been discussions going on further developing what little remains of these birds' home. More information and links below the cut.

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#birds #petition #songbirds #wildlife #baltimore

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🦅lonesome-hawk reblogged lonesome-hawk

Just LOOK at him.

🦅lonesome-hawk

Yes, I know he's on trial for murder. But if you had been following the trial like I have, you would know he's being framed. Now shut up and leave me alone. I'm disabling comments.

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🌸flowers-in-bloom

😶‍🌫️Anonymous asked:

Aren't those @ dogsandflyfishing's dogs?

Yes, they are. I am taking care of them for him while he is unable to.

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#ask answered

📸tattlecrime-official

Coming soon!

The REAL story of Will Graham and how his peculiar mind works, and how he was tragically framed to be the infamous Chesapeake Ripper.

Click on the links below to subscribe to TattleCrime.com for official updates and exclusive snippets.

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🐻prehistoric-predator

I'm partial to the Cave Bear myself, but a Dire Wolf is also a good choice. Before you vote, I've got some studies and info in the link below and some general information so you can make informed decision.

I'm curious to see what you guys think; I'm having to make a really tough decision right now.

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Lomo Saltado

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🐕dogsandflyingfishing

Everyone who is asking about Buster in the last picture I put up, he is okay. He got on the wrong side of a wild animal, which happens from to time when you live in a rural area. He needed stitches, but he will be fine. Stop accusing me of mistreating my dogs.

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#ask answered

😷autopsyguy

I've been going through a hard time lately. A friend of mine recently passed, @ teamsassyscience, and I've been thinking about her a lot. Two other friends of mine, @ dogsandflyfishing and @ flowers-in-bloom, along with my boss, are currently in the hospital and things don't look good. I'm really worried

Not what any of you wanted to hear, but I just needed to vent and didn't know where else to do it.

Here's to Beverly, and hoping that Will, Alana, and Jack pull through.

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EXCLUSIVE!

A Red Dinner

Today, the entire city of Baltimore was rocked by the shocking revelation that renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, is indeed the true Chesapeake Ripper. According to sources, Lecter very nearly took the lives of three people, and killed a third. Will Graham, once accused himself of being the Ripper. Dr. Alana Bloom, his lover. And Special Agent Jack Crawford of the FBI, a man Lecter has worked with closely in recent months. The one victim who was DOA is reportedly none other than Abigail Hobbs, who has been assumed murdered for months now, previously by none other than Will Graham. And what's more, it turns out he isn't just a serial killer, he is a cannibal as well.

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[i-lost-my-last-blog]

I have taken it upon myself to judge all the ace attorneys and legal professionals ( and then some !) in terms of how they would be as a partner . 1 sentence explanations only

(Warning this is stupid and long also play ghost trick )

legal disclaimer this is a joke

Blaze Debeste - The fact that the prevailing fan theory is that he murdered his wife is probably not a good sign

Kristoph Gavin- He WOULD gaslight you people stop simping , that man is a MENACE

Sebastian Debeste- That is a teenage boy

Godot- He would make you do all the fucking work and then be so condecending too don't even lie

Simon Blackquill- Simon would not want to be in a relationship with you tbh and who are you to force him

Miles Edgeworth - He is already a taken man

The Judge - That man is too senile but he seems like a loving grandpa :(

Fransiska Von Karma- unreasolved anger issues do not bode well but if nothing else she is devoted , cute lesbians may have a chance

Nayuta Sahdmandhi- Not a single day of peace without him arguing with you in circles I fear

Phoenix Wright -Phoenix has two hands and they were already taken years ago

Apollo Justice - If I had a lame ass boyfriend-

Klavier Gavin - Probably a good boyfriend but his fanbase gives me possessive kpop fandom vibes

Athena Cykes - Asks hella intrusive questions but generally supportive??

Mia Fey - Woman sexy AND nice ?

Callisto Yue - If you are into bullying and humiliation she would provide plenty

Robin Newman - Probably needs to figure out the disphoria situation first but if loudness doesn't bother you the deal doesn't seem bad

Aristotle Means - Take it from me you don't want to date a Greek statue much less if his slogan tries to justify murder

Manfred Von Karma - Canonically a wife guy???

Raymond Shields - He is giving cringy dad energy but I just KNOW he gets petty as hell during fights

Phoenix Wrong (Furio Tigre) - He does not love you don't fall for it he just wants the insurance

Judge Courtney - She is OUT of your league

Robert Hammond - There is no way you would find him alive to romance , there is LITERAL cosmic intervention

Professor Courte- Apparently the only sane person in that entire academy so points to her I guess

Dhurke Sahdmandhi - Also canonically a wife guy but becoming his automatically makes you an enemy of the state AND a tragic widow

Hugh O'Connor - Do you count his lying about his age as catfishing ?

The Kurain Judge - ??? I don't think a single person thought of him when the prompt was datable ace attorney characters and I'm already reaching with half of these people

Lana Skye - She loves you but goddamn is she good at making you think otherwise

Juniper Woods - Sweet girl , precious girl would make a great girlfriend if you can handle eating only organic foods

Gregory Edgeworth - Husband and father shaped

Queen Ga'ran - Not only is she a dictator but also a spouse killer

Byrne Faraday- He is not cheating on you he is just out doing his vigilante shit

Winston Payne - He says he is a wife guy , we don't know if she has settled

Gaspen Payne - Professional hater

Ryunosuke Naruhodou - If I had a lame ass boyfriend- pt2

Kazuma Asogi - He would love you but the ghosts of his past cling to him still can you handle that?

Barok Van Zieks - Polite and protective but your political views cannot be progressive

Mael Strongheart - He would feed you to a dog if it came down to it

Auchi Taketsuchi - Probably not the worst husband but he is a conservative in a conservative country in the 1800s so…

Ryutaru Naruhodou - That is a teenager pt2 No relations to Susato Mikotoba

Klint Van Zieks - Husband and father material but his dog is dripping human blood

Judge Jigoku - Yes he is a silver fox but he is also mafia coded

Judge Santa Claus - Is probably already in a committed relationship at the North Pole

Bonus :

Dick Gumshoe : Already taken but either way it's already been established that Gumshoe is peak male performance I'm sorry

Ema Skye - food and forensic prints sharing as a love language <3

Shi Long Lang - look you HAVE to accept that you are getting initiated in a wolf pack of 100 men , yes they are all commited to the bit , no it's non negotiable so if that's not a deal breaker then …. by all means live your omegaverse fantasy

Tyrell Badd - if manpain needed a textbook definition

Bobby Fulbright ( prime ) - I'd describe him as if a golden retriever was prone to moral panic and constant lectures on exaggerated moral superiority and justice

Bobby Fulbright ( lite) - He WILL kill you and steal your identity maybe you don't believe me but it's not my problem if you get replaced

Tobias Gregson - If you are fine losing a husband to heart disease in his early 50s then maybe

Herlock Sholmes - Unless you have nerves and patience of steel it's recommended that you stay as far away from that man as possible for your own sanity and safety, he is hazardous and yes it is contageous

Genshin Asogi - Honestly if I were Mrs Asogi I too would fall gravely ill if I lost such a chad, and she had him in the bag too fully devoted

Lynne Ghost Trick - Needs a partner as well as a babysitter as she does appear prone to stumbling onto life threatening situations

Jowd Ghost Trick - if manpain was a word pt2 but he is actually worst

Cabanella Ghost Trick - Tee hees too close to the sun and is kind of a bitch sometimes but at least you can leave him alone without him having either died or sacrificed himself within the span of 2 minutes

[jasminejhobi]

Oh hey, it's the Murder Husbands™ in my The Sims 3 gameplay

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Adult

Traits : Artistic, Charismatic, Natural Cook, Evil, Proper

Career : Psychology Expert (mod)

Fun Facts : He has his Assassination Skill (mod) maxxed out, adopted a cat named Capone Lecter, bribed thousands of simoleons for the law enforcement (tough hobby, I know)

Will Graham

Adult

Traits : Perceptive, Genius, Neurotic, Loner, Brave

Career : Investigator for the NCIS (mod)

Fun Facts : Adopted three dogs (for now) named Winston, Max, and Buster, once fished out a giant toad from the waterfall, sassing people daily

[kuwdora]

Saturday Morning Vid Recs - Animals

@poetikat So I know you like cats.... This post started out as a recs list of cat vids. but then I realized there are a ton of other animal vids that you'll get a kick out of and so here I am, with another batch of goodies for you!

Cats!!

Hug Cats! by @rhea314 and @sandalwoodbox. Multi-source. Like…really multi-source! 😻😻😻😻 Cats cats cats cats cats.

Breaking the Habit by Isagel. My Cat From Hell. This vid will make you crack up, it’s amazing. I don't want to be the one the battles always choose.

Murder (Or a Heart Attack) by sisabet. New Girl. Parenting a cat, lmao. "Introducing the mouse-murderin', the heart burglarin', the king of the kennel, Furguson Michael Jordan Bishop!" --Winston Bishop

Happiness and Home by sternenschnuppendrachenschicksal. The Aristocats. ❤️❤️❤️ Home is where the heart is.

Doggos!

Send Me On My Way by @elipie. Wishbone. Wishbone!! the tv Wishbone! Wishbone in all the costumes and adorableness, this is so much love. We will run, we will crawl.

I'll Be There For You by @eruthros. Pit Bulls and Parolees. Animal rescue and love and hugs. "It's for more than three hundred pitbulls, the world's most misunderstood breed of dog; it's for parolees, the guys I hire because no one else will."

Dreams by eunice. Marley & Me. WARNING: The dog dies. This vid will ruin your soul. It’s full of SO MUCH LOVE. And grief. It’s fucking beautiful and ruinous. Tread with caution.

Puppy Love by cosmic_llin. Multi-source. PUPPIES!!!!! Dolly Parton music and PUPPIES.

They’re Good Dogs Brent by bessyboo, platinumvampyr. We Rate Dogs. This vid is pure joy. h*ckin good dogs.

Times Like These by eunice. All Dogs Go to Heaven. Eunice has a motif of killing dogs but this vid is a little more light. Times like these I learn to live again.

Dinosaurs, Penguins, Horses, Rats, Bears and Duckies, Oh my!

Stay Alive by milly. Land Before Time. Scroll down for the YouTube link on this page. This is another incredible animation throwback and full of so much heart. We'll do whatever just to stay alive.

Every Penguin Dance Now by Mr. Anderson. Happy Feet. Nobody was rocking the vidding dancefloor like Mr. Anderson’s editing back in the day. This vid is a 10000000% must-see.

Heart Alone by sasha_feather. Seabiscuit (2003). Found family! Horses!!!!

The Walker by @rhoboat77. Rataouille (2007). This vid is SO. FUCKING. CUTE. Don't miss this one!

Everything I Do by bironic. Cocaine Bear. Warning for drug use and brief implied bear injury, but this vid is not as graphic as the film. It is, however, extremely hilariously inappropriate laugh out loud funny. I can't help it. There's nothin' I want more.

1234 - A Bear Named Winnie by @kuwdora. A Bear Named Winnie (2004). This is slash vid with a bear at the heart of it all. A live action film based on the bear that inspired Winnie the Pooh. Two men go off to war and parent a bear cub. Oh, you're changing your heart. Scroll down in my vidpost to hear me scream about how this movie was made for me.

Somewhere Only We Know by @kiki-miserychic. Winnie the Pooh. This animated Pooh vid is SO sweet and wonderful! I had to run to the vidder to find a link to share since it's not on YouTube but well worth the download and viewing!

Rubber Duckie by krim. Taskmaster UK. This is so unbearably cute! A Taskmaster celebration of our little yellow friends!

Animals of the Sea

(You Drive Me) Crazy by @CherryIce. Sharknado. I cannot get through this vid without laugh crying. Please please please watch this vid and tell Cherry how much you laughed. Please, do it for me. Baby, I'm so into you.

A-ha by sol-se. Deep Blue Sea. This one makes me CACKLE and howl and slap my knees and also this song is so fucking good and just goddamn amazing. LL Cool J trying to kill a shark with a lighter. The way Solvi uses this song! Brilliant. Scientists experiment on sharks in an isolated ocean lab because that is a good idea. Thomas Jane is a shark wrangler, and LL Cool J is a cook with a parrot. Also, Samuel L. Jackson.

Float On by @such-heights. Finding Meno (2003). ❤️❤️❤️ We all float on, okay.

Selachimorpha by @CherryIce. Aquaman. ….There are not enough words, or any words for this vid. You have to see it for yourself. You will regret me earworming you by reccing this vid but it’s worth it for the hilarious perfection. I promise. Aquaman: Protector of the deep.

More cats!!

Cat Apostle, Conqueror of Asthma, Chosen One Of The Light (Vid) by Rhea. 开端 | Reset (TV 2022) This vid makes me clappyhands with glee. I have six cats.

Three by chaila. The Incredible Dr. Pol. Forever cackling about this adorable cat! Hip-hip-hooray for three!!!! 3 legs, 0 problems.

Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag by AbsoluteDestiny. Maru. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

cats…in Space! by niyalune. Multi-source. This vid will make you grin like a happy kitty lovin’ fool. Also A+++++ song choice. Featuring: pet cats, alien cats, evil cats, sexy cats, internet cats, a couple of lions, two litters of kitties, and one actual, real life space cat.

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Space and Robots

Women!

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from eden

Will Graham x sister!reader

summary: Will tries to protect his sister from himself and his life, only to push her even closer to it || warnings: knives, blood, gore, graphic injury, death, murder || words: 973 || masterlist

You're sitting on your brother's porch, watching the sun rise as you wait for him. The ground is frozen over, as it often is during winter mornings and your breath forms a mist in front of you. The front door opens and Winston comes running to greet you. Will follows him out and you turn towards him.

"Morning."

"Good morning." His voice is stilted, like he's on edge. "Listen, this isn't a good time..."

"Oh, have you got work or-"

"Yeah. Something like that."

Your mood drops at his rejection. "Ok. I've got the book you asked for and some stuff for the dogs." You offer the bag that was beside you.

"Thanks."

~~

You're sitting outside his door again, waiting for Will to arrive home. Life hadn't been great recently and sometimes all you need is your brother. A car pulls up to the house and two men get out. Will and someone dressed in a very fancy suit.

"Will!" You call out to him and both men turn to face you. Will walks over to you and offers you a hand to stand.

"Hannibal, this is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is Hannibal Lecter, we work together at the FBI."

"It's nice to meet you." You begin.

Will interrupts you. "What do you need?" He glances back to Hannibal and then to you.

Is this why Will was so distant lately? Becuase he made a new friend? "It's fine Will. It's nothing. I was just leaving anyway." You bite back your emotions and wave a goodbye before getting in your car and driving away from your brother and his new friend Hannibal Lecter.

~~

Jack Crawford calls.

Will's been arrested for a string of murders. Your heart is in your mouth and you find yourself running to the bathroom and emptying your stomach in the toilet. You can hear a muffled question through the phone but the words aren't clear and your head is spinning.

You find yourself on his porch again. Winston's head is laying across your lap and it's the only thing keeping your grounded. Stray tears run down your chin before you can wipe them away and the wind makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

~~

Will was released and aquitted from prison months ago. You know he's seen you walking in the woods near his cabin but he doesn't say anything. He doesn't call and he doesn't text you back anymore. It's like he isn't your brother.

"What's going on Will?"

He's standing outside your door, sweat glistening on his forehead and a distinct bloodstain on his cuffs. The pain in his eyes is immeasurable and his hands shake slightly.

"We need to go. Hannibal is crazy, he's going to try and kill you. We need to go."

Before you can reply, his phone rings. He shows the contact to you and it's Hannbial ringing him. You can't get your head around what Will is talking about. Hannbial is trying to kill you? You've met the man once. Maybe Will is going crazy like Alana said he was. Maybe he's not your brother anymore.

Will is pushing you out of the door, telling you to meet him at his place before he picks up the call and starts talking.

You're running. The woods are so familiar to you, bringing you a sene of comfrot as you reach the beaten path you alway take. The cabin draws nearer and a dog comes to greet you as you run towards them all.

Someone's already on the porch, standing stall and shrouded in darkness.

Your steps come to patterned stop as you stare at the figure. Tentatively you reach for you phone and switch on the torch. Hannibal is standing there, knife in hand, blood dripping from his fingers.

"Hannibal?" Your voice is quiet, afraid.

He smiles, sending a shiver down your spine as you turn and run back towrds the wood. In your panic, your foot twists and you fall to the ground. Hannibal stalks towards you, his smirk growing wider as the knife is raised.

You fumble to your feet, heart thundering as footsteps follow you into the woods. Your phone rings. It's Will.

"Will! Help me. Hannibal's here." You're yelling into the phone, not caring if Hannibal can hear whre you are. Will is yelling back down the phone telling you to run and try to loop back to the house towards him.

You dash to your left, ducking under low branches and trying to quiet your panting breaths. An arm wraps around your neck, holding you against a body. You struggle against his hold but a knife is quickly pressed against your cheek.

You're dragged back through the woods to the cabin where Will is waiting. His face is filled with worry, then replaced by fury as he sees Hannibal holding you.

"I didn't want this for us Will."

Will shakes his head. "Let her go. She doesn't know anything."

Hannibal traces the tip of knife from your temple to your chin and you try to lean away from it. He digs into your skin as you gasp in pain.

"Will-" A sharp pain in your chest cuts you off as you're unceremoniously dropped to the ground. You glance down to see a pool of red soaking into your shirt. Will is by your side in an instant, pressing hard against your chest as you gasp for air you can't seem to get.

"Will." You mutter. He meets your eyes, tears springing in his own. "It's okay. It's okay."

You're fading fast, Hannibal knowing just where to stab to hurt you the most and leave Will unable to save you. The corners of your vision blacken and you reach a hand to Will's face.

"It's okay..."

The world goes black and the last thing you hear is your brother's cry of pain as you fade from the world.

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[yokichikun]

Fannibal x Hannibal’s char.

Requested.

Fem!reader x Hannibal’s characters.

TW:

Violence (such as murder, blood guts ecc. But if you are reading this fan fiction I don’t think it will be a problem.)

You went home. The only thing you remember, other than the fucking corpse at your feet, was the drive home. It was late, you didn’t really know what time it was, but you assumed it was late since the road was completely empty and dark, but not completely dark thanks to the street lamps that illuminated the night.

As you entered trough the door you immediately went to your room, got in your pajamas and went to bed. It felt like you were never sleeping, so you decided to try and drink some water to calm yourself down, and maybe close the window in your room because it was cold, even if you didn’t remember opening it. The bed was so uncomfortable, it almost felt like concrete, cold, wet and bone breaking concrete.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was… lights? That wasn’t your stand light, those were… street lights? Slowly you decided to stand up. Your hands were bloody, your knees too, you almost didn’t notice that the blood wasn’t yours. The dead body next to you immediately woke you up and made you fall again for the fright. You wanted to scream, but the voice couldn’t exit from your throat. You almost chocked because of it.

First thing you did was immediately getting up and running away. Where the fuck were you?! The road was completely isolated in the woods, no cars, you where lucky enough there was light. You saw a car approaching, so scared by what could have happened you ran into the woods and continued running for what felt like an hour. You. Stopped when the oxygen wasn’t enough for how much effort your lungs were putting, you got down on your knees looking around. The only light you had now was the moonlight.

You tried to look for something to help you locate yourself. The first thing you saw was smoke. You immediately realized it was a chimney where there’s a chimney there’s a house. Maybe you could have been lucky enough to find some help… or not.

You thought for minutes, maybe half an hour, and decided to go anyway. You needed help. As you approached the house it started looking really similar in your mind. Where did you saw it before?

The house wasn’t that big, but it had two floors. As you were looking at the house a dog ran towards you and jumped on you to give you a warm greeting. You immediately fell not expecting a dog to jump on you. You looked at it. A mixed-breed of what looked like to be a golden retriever, or something like that. You recognized that dog.

“Winston?”- you said caressing the puppy, it barked at you happy to receive some attention from a new friend. “Who’s a good puppy? You’re a good puppy! And you look exactly just like… Will Graham’s…” the realization hit as you looked at the house again. Obviously you saw it before. How could you not remember his house. For how many times you saw that house on your pc screen and wished for it to be true.

“Winston! Come here!”- a male voice said interrupting your thoughts, a voice you immediately recognized. Steps approached you, you could hear the snow making sound under his shoes. “I am so sorry, I’m still training him.”

You got up and looked at the dog, some blood stained the blond fur of that cute puppy, he looked so happy.

“… I need help..” you said out of nowhere, your hands trembling, the moment of joy vanishing in the air as Will noticed the blood on you. “I don’t know where I am… please..” you said looking at the man in a desperate way.

I know it took me a lot. But the school was kidding me, so… pt 2?

[archivist-crow]

On this day:

DIAMOND OF DOOM

On December 14, 1967, Evalyn McLean, who never gained possession of the Hope Diamond bequeathed to her, nevertheless seemed to have acquired its curse, for she unexplainably died. Her grandmother had purchased the gem in 1911 and lived a life of tragedy: an automobile mishap killed her young son, her daughter committed suicide, and her husband was unfaithful and mentally unstable. She died in 1947, willing the diamond to her grandchildren, but her jewels were sold to pay off her debts.

The Hope Diamond was rumored to have begun as a 112-carat gem pried from the third eye of an Indian deity and brought to France in the mid-1600s by merchant traveler Jean-Baptiste Travernier. Over the years it possessed and was possessed by the French royal family, who were victims of intrigue, embezzlement, and executions; and Cadet Guillot, a thief who stole the diamond during the French Revolution, smuggled it to England, and was imprisoned. The diamond then disappeared until just after the statute of limitations on its theft had expired.

In 1812 diamond merchant Daniel Eliason sold it to Philip Hope, Dutch heir to a banking fortune. The diamond bred bitterness and bedlam in the Hope family for two generations before being sold to pay off debt to Simon Frankel, a New York jeweller. Other rumored owners of the Hope Diamond include:

* ���King George IV of Britain;

* Simon Montharides, who died with his family when his horse spooked and overturned their carriage;

* A Turkish sultan, who stabbed his wife and was overthrown;

* Two unnamed murdered owners;

* Jacques Celot, a French broker who went insane and killed himself;

* A Russian prince, Ivan Kanitovski, who gave the diamond to his mistress, an actress who was shot onstage while wearing it; Kanitovski himself was later murdered.

Finally, in 1911, Pierre Cartier who sold it to Evalyn Walsh McLean, who let her dog wear the diamond when she wasn't. The diamond’s final owner, Harry Winston, didn't believe in the curse. He mailed it in a brown paper bag as a donation to the Smithsonian Institution in 1958.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

[willgrahameatscraftsingles]

reading stuff on here and wow. people need to rewatch Hannibal more than once. Like bro, Will stopped being a victim in season 2 and he was never a good person. even before all the brain issues he: *was an asshole to everyone, even the people on his side. *saved dogs as a form of a savior/superiority complex and was willing to leave those pups alone several times. i feel like Alana cared about those dogs more than him. he truly never talked about them unless she registered their existence. and the first time we see him with Winston and he gives him a bath, he puffs up his chest and tsks at the other dogs to behave like some alpha male. igl I'm tired of people seeing his "love for dogs" as a wholesome trait when it's such a controlling trait. *that savior/superiority complex is also why he never leaves the FBI. The feeling of saving people gives HIM an emotional boost, it has nothing to do with other people. You did not listen to the boredom in his voice as he talks about his wife in season 3. he littrally has one barely fight with his stepson and he's like "fuck this kid and my wife of three years. I'm running away with my murder husband." the only reason he goes to see Bedelia in s3 is to rub his feelings in her face and to justify his actions. i love will graham but people woobify him and see him as less bad when he's so cunty, jealous, and vindictive. just because he has fewer kills on his hands doesn't mean he is a better person.

[mac-lilly]

@1mnobodywhoareyou Here is your snippet. Enjoy! (And Happy Juke Jeudi!)

Hamster Luke is on the loose, and Ghost Luke wants a pet. His motives are questionable.

“Alright, little dude, enjoy your time.”

Julie puts the plastic ball down, and Luke (the hamster) quickly sets off to explore every corner of her apartment. She has to admit, the ball is handy. It allows Luke to go on his own adventure while simultaneously preventing him from hiding behind her shelves. However, Julie does fear he might get stuck under the couch. Maybe she should construct a barricade or something.

“You know,” Luke (the ghost) says as he hoists himself on the counter. “You should get a pet too.”

Julie throws him a skeptical look. So far, she hasn’t been under the impression that he’s very fond of pets. “Anything specific in mind?”

Luke flashes her a cocky smirk, and he swings his legs with too much enthusiasm. Thankfully, Julie has learned to anticipate his antics. Twirling an elegant pirouette, she avoids getting kicked through her head as she moves to inspect the other supplies Reggie has provided.

“A cat,” Luke declares decidedly. “You should get a cat.”

“A cat?” Julie repeats, baffled. That’s not the answer she expected. Luke doesn’t exactly strike her as a cat-person. A dog? Yeah, maybe. But a cat? Never. She tells him as much. 

“Oh, I hate them,” Luke chirps cheerfully. “My parents’ neighbors used to have a cat. His name was Winston– What kind of stupid name even is this? Winston! Anyway, they had this cat, and he was a demonl!”

Julie scoffs. “Yeah, sure.”

“I swear, Julie!” Luke cries out, his arms flailing wildly. “He had it out for me! Every time I snuck out, he jumped out of my mom’s roses and attacked me!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to sneak out.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is the point?”

“The point is …”, Luke says loudly, and Julie’s glad that nobody but her can hear him. “... that he was a murderous monster who tried to kill innocent and well-respected members of the community!”

Julie snorts. Innocent. Sure. She crosses her arms and juts out her chin. “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing!”

Julie raises a doubtful eyebrow, and Luke crumbles instantly.

“Okay, maybe I ran him over with my bike. Once. Or twice. And, yeah, I was a bit reckless when I experimented with the fireworks. But that’s hardly a reason to kill–”

“Enough!” Julie cuts him off because his reasoning is getting ludicrous, and she doesn’t know if she really wants to hear all the details. But she can’t shake the feeling that Winston had a few very good reasons to ambush Luke.

Luke dutifully snaps his mouth shut. But he never stops swinging his legs.

“If you hate cats so much, why do you want me to get one?” In hindsight, Julie should have seen it coming. Her mistake, really.

Luke’s expression turns devious, and he looks over to where hamster-Luke is rolling around in his ball. “I heard they can be helpful when dealing with rodent infestation.”

Not sure if this will make the final cut. But I had fun.