I like Hannibal from NBC and I like a lot of Other fandoms as well. I make memes and heeadcannons. please only ask questions or make statements that don't hurt others or me ❤️
Mythology is so funny to me. Because, like, who was the first person to say that Zeus was the ruler od Olympus, and not posiden? Who decided that Persephone was scary AF? Some kid was just sitting in a library one day and was like, "hey, I saw a little squiggly on this rock over there, does that mean that it might be Zeus?" And then olds were like sure kid go play. And then that kid is gonna tell EVERONE that the cool rock he found used to me Zeus and everyone would just believe him. What's this weird rock formation? Oh thats where Achilles and his boyfriend are buried. Why is Ceasar a duche? Because the Goths destroyed Lady Artemis's temple when he was born. They really had an answer for everything. I actually preferred learning about Greek mythology than I did Christian mythology. Because even if they had a few messed up morals, they literally had an answer to every question. Why does Athens govern the way it does? Because Athena was having a hard time making decisions by herself. Why is it bad to cheat on your wife? Because Hera will rain down terror on you because she's the goddess of marriage. Why are the seasons so weird? Because Persephone was kidnapped by hades, and she's kinda ok with that. Its fascinating.
Im rewatching Hannibal with my younger brother, and we just got to the part where Jack thinks that Will killed everyone that the copycat (hannibal) killed. My brother is a little like me where he scolds characters, but a lot less loud. He just said , "oh, noooo" when Jack was talking about Will killing. Its so fun to watch this show with another person 😂
Also, we just saw Will and Abigail on the plane, and my brother, out of nowhere, says "I love her[abigail's] fashion." Just out of the blue. I love being a big sister 🥹🤣
If they don't ask Cameron Monaghan to be in the new Star wars movie that connects all the series', im not watching it. I need Cal Kestis. I need him. I need to see Ian Gallagher meet spacedad Mando and tired mom Ahsoka. It might be crucial to my mental well-being.
So, xmen, right? They're great. I like the movies and i think the timelines are really cool. But... I was watching xmens origins: wolverine. And I noticed something. When Logan is in the mutant prison thing, he looks at a man who is tied up moving super fast and struggling against his restraints. Hes only on screen for about 6 seconds, but he's obviously quicksilver. In X-men: days of future past, Logan says he knew Peter Maximoff, which is how he knew where to find him and that he could help them break into the Pentagon. Right? Cool call back. But when we get to the end of the movie, obviously jean and Scott and all the others are safe and alive because he stopped the whole mutant vs humans war. In X-men: Apocalypse, Peter lives in his basement, but eventually goes out to find Charles because he wants his help to find Erik. He gets there, the mansion explodes, he saves everyone but Alex, etc etc. But then Striker shows up. He kidnaps Moria, Raven, hank, and Peter.
Here's the thing. We already know that at some point, Peter would have started working for Striker, and that would lead to his imprisonment where he most likely would have been killed after the sentinels were created. But that was because people hated mutants. But now that they don't? He isn't alone, and he knows the X-men exist. If he hadn't gone to the mansion, he wouldn't have survived Striker. If he never met Charles, he never would have gone to the mansion. If Logan never remembered that Peter was tortured by Striker, he never would have introduced Peter to Charles.
Logan saved the life of one of his friends, without even realizing it. He saved a 17 year old from being found by Striker alone. Because he's an X-man, Peter survived. Imagine Peter meeting Logan in the future and Logan is just like holy crap I thought you were dead.
Yall I just realized that in Broadchurch, when Alec says he can't eat the Fish 'n chips that Ellie brings him, its not because hes being moody or grumpy, he means he really can't eat it. Because of his heart. He was watching what he ate because of his heart.
Nolan is a wizard from ilvamorny(the American wizarding school) and he actually works for the American ministry of magic. He took the job as the ADA because the ministry wants him to keep an eye on the muggles as a sort of "we can't afford for the world to almost end again because of an evil wizard" precaution. The reason hes able to work so many cases? Minerva gave him the timeturner that Hermione was using in PoA, because she met him when he was still in school and decided that he was responsible enough. He uses it so that he can work many cases at once. Sam has a feeling that something is off with Nolan, Jack knew 100 percent, and Nick is just oblivious. Everytime something REALLY bad happens(like the subway shooting) he's always afraid that another Wizarding war is about to go down because he was so traumatized by the last one.
He mostly focused on charms in school and is skilled at spells that have to do with persuasion, but he doesn't use his magic much because he might get caught. He was really good at Quiditch, but he preferred spending time in the libraries. He definitely would have been either a ravenclaw or a hufflepuff(sorry I don't know the american houses).
He told Grace immediately when they started dating, and was surprised to find out that she's a wizard supporter, because she has magic in her family. But Nolan actually got in a lot of trouble for telling her.
His family was a well respected Wizarding family, and helped a lot of muggle-born wizards during the war in the HP series. His mother was a muggle and his father was wizard. Both his brothers are/were very strong with their magic, but Thomas and Christopher went to a different school.
I think its a cool idea, and what if all the ADA's were some sort of auror(auer? Aouror?? Wizard fbi) and they make sure that the muggles behave themselves. Thats awesome in my opinion. Feel free to make your own theories building on this one, id love to hear yall's opinions.
Nolan is a wizard from ilvamorny(the American wizarding school) and he actually works for the American ministry of magic. He took the job as the ADA because the ministry wants him to keep an eye on the muggles as a sort of "we can't afford for the world to almost end again because of an evil wizard" precaution. The reason hes able to work so many cases? Minerva gave him the timeturner that Hermione was using in PoA, because she met him when he was still in school and decided that he was responsible enough. He uses it so that he can work many cases at once. Sam has a feeling that something is off with Nolan, Jack knew 100 percent, and Nick is just oblivious. Everytime something REALLY bad happens(like the subway shooting) he's always afraid that another Wizarding war is about to go down because he was so traumatized by the last one.
He mostly focused on charms in school and is skilled at spells that have to do with persuasion, but he doesn't use his magic much because he might get caught. He was really good at Quiditch, but he preferred spending time in the libraries. He definitely would have been either a ravenclaw or a hufflepuff(sorry I don't know the american houses).
He told Grace immediately when they started dating, and was surprised to find out that she's a wizard supporter, because she has magic in her family. But Nolan actually got in a lot of trouble for telling her.
His family was a well respected Wizarding family, and helped a lot of muggle-born wizards during the war in the HP series. His mother was a muggle and his father was wizard. Both his brothers are/were very strong with their magic, but Thomas and Christopher went to a different school.
I think its a cool idea, and what if all the ADA's were some sort of auror(auer? Aouror?? Wizard fbi) and they make sure that the muggles behave themselves. Thats awesome in my opinion. Feel free to make your own theories building on this one, id love to hear yall's opinions.
Y'know, I used to want to be an actor when I grew up. And if the whole Psychology degree thing doesn't work out, I'd totally be down to do some theater or musical shit. But I don't think id be able to let a team of managers and agents push me through crowds of people. I just saw a video of Tom Holland and he was kinda being forced through a crowd, trying to sign everyone's things. He looked so stressed. And it also doesn't seem right to me that people pounce on actors and actresses for their autographs. I know its really cool to get a celebrity's autograph, but my guy Tom looked so tired and stressed and I think people should have realized that. And I also feel like security guards for celebrity's taken their job a little too seriously??? There are some actors, like Hugh Dancy, who seem to really love interacting with their fans, and then their security guards and agents pull them away. I understand that schedules are tight, but it just makes me sad. I personally have never met a celebrity, but my dad did meet Harrison Ford in a Lowes in the 90's, so technically I have met Harrison Ford by association, and I would love to meet one. I have 99 problems, and about 109 of them would ne fixed if I was hugged by Hugh Dancy, Mads Mikkelsen(thats how his name is spelled, right?), and Ben Barnes. But if I can see that they're stressed and very obviously overwhelmed, im gonna stand back. I know first hand how overwhelming life can be, especially if you're very busy.
Anyway, I think being an actor would be dope. But I don't like how actors and actresses are paraded around. It jusy doesn't sit right with me.
At Target this lady told her son he couldn’t have a Wonder Woman doll because “that’s for girls” and then bought her daughter the same one. It got me thinking about how often I see people bar young boys from appreciating girls/women as protagonists and heroes, and my own experience with it as a kid.
[Alternate Conclusion inspired by this Scene. Gif by @sirenja-and-stag, please let me know if I do not have permission to use it]
Summary: In a charged confrontation where Will threatens Hannibal at gunpoint, the lines between hunter and prey blur into something far more intimate. What begins as a deadly game of hypotheticals leads Hannibal to offer a far more personal weapon: a linoleum knife.
Tags: Hannigram, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Ending, Knife Play, Blood Play, Violence, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent, Pain Play, Biting, Cannibalism (Light), Power Struggle, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort (Dark), Possessive Behavior, First Time (for them), Blood as Lube, Marking, BDSM Elements, Top Hannibal Lecter, Bottom Will Graham
Notes: This is an admittedly fucked up one!shot, please do not read if you are easily triggered by the subject matter or under the age of 18.
“If I am the ripper and you kill me, who will answer your questions? Don’t you want to know how this ends?”
He could see Will’s anger, sense it, smell it, perhaps even taste it, but there was more to it than that. Underneath the intensity, there was fear, arousal, and a spark of excitement in the air. Will drew closer with the weapon, and he backed away. There was a pause before he brought his hand up slowly, making sure not to be threatening. Any sudden movement could potentially set the gun off if only Hannibal actually believed Will could pull the trigger.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“May I make a suggestion?” He asked, his eyes shifting between Will's expression and the gun in his hand. Now he seemed confused, but that had been the intent. His hand trembled ever so slightly. “This would be rather impersonal, do you not think? A gun?”
“What?”
“Say, hypothetically, I am the ripper. This is how you would want to end him?” He continued, his hand slowly drawing closer to the gun. Will seemed somewhat baffled by this line of questioning, letting out a short laugh. Almost as if he believed it to be an absurd thought, but then he went silent, and he started to lower the gun.
“What business is it of yours how I would or would not kill the ripper?” Will asked. He took a chance to step forward, but Will brought the gun right back up into his face, and he backed, only an inch or so. He was still closer than he had started out, his hands still up, but within striking distance of the gun if need be.
“It is just a simple question, Will.”
“Yes, well…well maybe it is a bit impersonal, but hypothetically, if we are playing this game, I would have to be faster than him wouldn’t I?” Will replied after another moment. He nodded as if he were considering that, then, testing the waters a bit, put his hand on top of the gun and gently started to lower it.
“I have another suggestion if you will indulge me.” He said, though at that point he was certain Will didn’t have any intention of killing him, at least not with a gun. He supposed that what he was going to suggest, though, could have unintended consequences, yet there was no fun in not finding that out.
“A suggestion on how to kill you? Sorry, the ripper?” Will asked, sounding just as confused as he looked while attempting to maintain the forceful tone he had come in there with. He nodded, and the man took a step back, raising the gun up again. His arm was now shaking along with his hand. It was obvious that his morbid curiosity on this subject was overriding his intent to kill or even keep up the threat as forcefully as it had started.
“Yes, may I show you something?” He continued.
“What is it you-”
“Just a simple request, Will: you are the one in control here. I can see that.” He said in a calm, reassuring tone. Will’s eyes shifted back and forth as he seemed to consider this; then he steadied his arm and aim.
“Alright, show me, but keep your hands where I can see them,” Will ordered. He nodded but motioned for Will to follow him, keeping his hands up and his movements slow. It was apparent to him that he could disarm Will, threaten him, even shoot him if he wanted, but that was not what he was going to do. Instead, he was followed at gunpoint to his bedroom, where he stepped over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. From inside, he removed an ornate wooden box, which he opened, turning it towards the man so he could see what was resting inside. Not lowering the gun, Will drew closer to get a look.
“A linoleum knife?” Will asked, his brow furrowed. He let out a bit of a laugh, his stance once again becoming more shaky than confident. It was as if he stood there believing that this was a joke, or he was just going crazy. Then he paused for a moment and looked back down at the knife. He studied the man carefully, not knowing his next move for certain but being able to predict at least a few different possible outcomes here. Will suddenly stepped forward, jamming the barrel of the gun under his chin to keep him at bay while his free hand took the knife from the box.
“So now you have both.”
“It would seem I do.”
“Which one feels more appropriate, Will?” He asked and watched as the man looked at the gun in his hand, then switched to the knife he was holding. As if he were testing the weight and feel of both of them. He did nothing but stay silent and observe this, figuring that Will was going through several scenarios in his mind. Then, without warning, Will tossed the gun aside and grabbed him, turning him to face the wall, the knife pressed up tightly against his neck. Tight enough to open just a bit of a cut in his skin, he could feel the sting and the warmth of the blood that started to ooze out.
“I think I have made my choice.”
“It is a better choice, far more personal and…intimate. Would you not say so yourself?” He asked. Will muttered something before he was violently turned again, so they were face to face with each other, except now it was the knife he was being threatened with. Staying calm, he took in a slow, deep breath. “Where would you start?”
“Start?” Will asked.
“Yes, I would imagine you would want to take your time and do what feels… righteous; is that what you said?” He asked, purposefully using his own words against the man from just moments ago. Will blinked slowly, letting his attention slip back to the knife, giving him just the opening he needed to grab Will’s wrist and take control, twisting the man’s arm up behind his back and squeezing tightly enough that Will had no choice but to loosen his grip and relinquish the blade. He snatched it up and pulled Will in close to him, holding the knife to Will's neck from behind. He didn’t believe he’d ever gotten so close to the man before, which normally he would not have considered to be too much of a problem, other than that he was sure Will could feel how aroused he was.
“Phallic,” Will said after a moment. “Is that it? To penetrate me? That was your plan?”
“What plan? You came in here and threatened my life; I am only defending myself.”
“Yes, that bulge I feel pressed against my back certainly confirms how threatening I was to you, doesn’t it?” Will asked, and though his face could not be seen, the way he was speaking it was easy to tell that his jaw was clenched.
“Are you not in a similar predicament? You stand there, attempting to berate me as if I cannot smell your arousal myself.” He breathed in Will’s ear. “You enjoy the idea as much as I do.”
“Then where does that leave us, Doctor Lecter?”
“At a very interesting crossroads.” He replied. He shifted their positions once again so Will was now facing him. A hand moved to the back of Will’s neck, holding him there tightly, as if he were some kind of unruly, feral animal. Though there were plenty of openings for the man to fight back or do something, he didn’t; he stood there as if this hold had paralyzed him. “Then our feelings are mutual.”
“Define that.” Will hissed, “That our ideas of…penetrating one another with a knife is something we both find arousing?”
“Yes, I would believe that to be the case.” He agreed, “I know where I would start, hypothetically.”
“Not…hypothetically, you have fantasized about this as much as I’ve fantasized about doing it to you.” Will accused. He nodded but lowered the knife anyway towards Will’s abdomen to show him where he had planned to go, lightly tracing the line over the area. He could feel the other man’s breath hitch in his chest as he did, feel the tremble of arousal and fear. Smell it. He licked his lips.
“I may have fantasized about this yes, but the difference between you and I is that I would actually do it.” He said before shoving the knife through Will’s shirt to penetrate the skin underneath. This was a much more controlled cut than he actually had planned to do, or fantasized about, something far less dangerous as well, but certainly meant to cause pain and bleeding. Of course, for a moment or two, Will was stunned as the breath was stolen from his lungs, but then, surprisingly, the man lunged forward, knocking him back a few steps, which distracted him for enough time for Will to get the knife himself, spilling it out with a splash of blood that spattered across his skin.
“What’s the problem, doctor? Do your fantasies not account for any scenario in which I would fight back?” Will growled and lunged at him before he had any real chance to think about it or respond. The best he could do was bring his arm up in defense, so the knife caught that, tearing open a vicious cut as Will brought the blade down. Both of them now bleeding quite intensely, though nothing that would be immediately dangerous. Though even if that had not been the case, it did not seem to matter anymore. Standing there, eyes locked, they joined in a hungry, passionate kiss. Both dripping with blood, soaking into the fabric of their clothing.
Will tossed the knife clean across the room so neither of them could easily get to it, though it was the last thing on either of their minds at that point. No. The ripping of clothes came next. The absolute feral shredding and clawing to get each other undressed as they continued to kiss and bite at each other. Their sounds more animalistic than human as they were reduced to nothing but bare skin. From there, a power struggle was initiated as neither he nor Will seemed to want to immediately submit, but he was intent on not letting the other man have his victory so he shoved a finger into the wound that he had made in Will’s abdomen just moments ago. The man screamed and shook with pain, which only resulted in him being shoved to the floor and pinned there.
“There are many forms of penetration Will, many forms of intamacy.” Hannibal breathed in his ear. Using the blood from the gash on his arm as a bit of lube, he let it drip over Will’s ass then his own cock before getting in position. Something which wasn’t easy, as hard as the man was struggling, though he certainly was not giving it his all or even attempting to verbalize that he wanted it to stop. Not that it would have stopped either way, but this allowed him to thrust into the man’s ass quite easily, the blood making the path slick and warm. Will moaned in such a high volume of ecstasy it nearly made his ears ring.
“And-how…how long have you considered… this?” Will panted.
“Since I first laid eyes on you.” He breathed before starting to thrust. It was then that the struggling stopped and Will melted into his touch, going limp as he was fucked from behind, pounded into the floor with all the pent-up sexual frustration and ferocity that had been lingering between them since they had first laid eyes on each other. Their moans grew louder and louder, eclipsing one another until he could no longer resist the urge and bit into Will’s shoulder violently and deeply enough to gouge out a chunk of skin as he pulled back. The man screamed, shuddered violently, and orgasmed a second later.
With the taste of Will’s flesh between his teeth, finally in his mouth, something to savor after all of this time, he continued to thrust brutally for only another minute or so before he reached his own climax, moaning deeply as he came, shoving himself as much into Will’s ass as humanly possible before collapsing on top of him. The two of them lay there, silent but not uncomfortable, as they both attempted to catch their breath and get their bearings. He knew that this couldn’t be forever; they needed medical attention, Will more so than himself, but as he lay there chewing and swallowing down the flesh of what was essentially the most forbidden fruit he’d ever desired, he knew that things had changed for the better and Will’s rebirth had begun.
Those times when you just wrote like 2 thirds of an entire chapter and you wanna mention something from the last chapter so you go to read it only to find out that you ready wrote about the thing you are currently writing because it had been two weeks since you last wrote in that fic and now you have to go and completely rewrite all 4000 words you just wrote.
Really hate it when that happens.
Especially when it happens to me. LIKE IT JUST DID.
