For There Is Nothing Either Good Or Bad

"We can only experience the outside world through our own slanted perception of it. Who knows what you're really like? I just see what I think you're like."

[iesika]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In the summer of 2011, psychiatrist and FBI consultant Dr. Hannibal Lecter travels with a crack forensic team to the murder capital of America to assist the New Orleans field office in hunting a possible serial killer. But bodies aren’t the most interesting thing he finds when the water starts to rise.

Or, what would have happened if Will never left Louisiana?

Chapter 3 is up!

 “I’ve never seen your wrists before,” Beverly says. “I feel all Victorian. I may faint.”

 Hannibal raises his arms from his sides and turns once on his heel for her inspection, engaging with her playful flirtation. He looks up to where Jim is already sitting in the front seat, inviting him into the game, but the man is uncharacteristically subdued, hunched over and clutching a paper cup of coffee, and all he does is offer a watery smile.

 “Get in the car,” Jack says as he comes up behind them. “You can have a fashion show after we see the body.”

Or, The team takes a short road trip. Hannibal wears blue jeans.

Not as much food in this chapter, but there’s some excellent road music. Onward!

Brioche Suisse

Dough: 260ml Milk, warm 70ml Vegetable oil 7g Dry yeast 380g Plain flour 60g Caster sugar 5g Salt 1tsp Vanilla bean paste Filling: 125ml Milk 25g Caster sugar 1each Egg yolk 15g Cornstarch 1tsp Vanilla bean paste 60-80g L Lindt Dessert 70% Cocoa, chopped milk to brush Filling:

Combine the milk and sugar in a saucepan and bring to the boil.

Combine egg yolk, cornstarch and vanilla and mix oil smooth

Once milk mixture is boiling, pour slowly over the egg yolk mixture while mixing.

Return to the saucepan and over medium heat, cook to a smooth custard.

Place in a clean bowl, cover and set aside to cool.

Dough:

Combine the milk, oil and yeast; stir

In a bowl of your electric mixer with a hook attachment, combine the flour, sugar, salt and vanilla.

Add the milk mixture and knead mix the dough until it comes away from the sides of the bowl and is smooth. (about 5 minutes)

Remove bowl from the mixer and set aside in a warm place for about 1 hour or until dough doubles in size.

Knock back the dough With your fist and bring it back together.

On a lightly floured bench roll dough out to a rectangle (about 14x18 inches)

Place the custard down the middle third of the dough rectangle and top with chopped chocolate. Fold the remaining dough over.

Cut individual portions (around 1 inch wide) and place on a baking paper lined tray.

Allow to prove in a warm place for about 45 minutes.

Preheat the oven to 350°F.

Brush With a little milk and bake for about 15 minutes or until golden brown.

I did some early classic New Orleans music last time, so this time how about something funkier?

The Meters

Professor Longhair

Dr. John

Bonus connection - You may not have heard of Dr. John and the Nite Trippers, but you’ve probably met some characters they inspired:

[iesika]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In the summer of 2011, psychiatrist and FBI consultant Dr. Hannibal Lecter travels with a crack forensic team to the murder capital of America to assist the New Orleans field office in hunting a possible serial killer. But bodies aren’t the most interesting thing he finds when the water starts to rise.

Or, What would have happened if Will never left Louisiana?

Chapter Two is up! Please note the warnings and tags, and please reblog.

Bedelia once referred to his carefully structured public persona as a ‘person suit.’ It seems an apt metaphor, having traded his polished and tightly tailored wardrobe for something lighter and easier to move in, for the day. For the night, as well.

Or, Hannibal goes exploring.

This time around, Hannibal had hand pies* and beer ice cream at The Junction. I’ll make a post in a few days with some of the locations from his course crawl, and one later tonight with some music. For now, here’s how to make a pie!

*does not contain hands

Keep reading

[iesika]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In the summer of 2011, psychiatrist and FBI consultant Dr. Hannibal Lecter travels with a crack forensic team to the murder capital of America to assist the New Orleans field office in hunting a possible serial killer. But bodies aren’t the most interesting thing he finds when the water starts to rise.

Or, What would have happened if Will never left Louisiana?

Chapter one is up!  Please note the warnings and tags, and please reblog.

This is a love/hate letter to my ‘homeland’ - I live in Southern California now but I spent most of the first three decades of my life in South Louisiana. This fic actually takes place during the same month I was moving here, though that wasn’t the reason I chose the dates. You’ll see why I did when we get there…

I’ve been wanting to write this since I was about half-way through watching the show, but I was kind of intimidated by it because it’s a rather ambitious idea. Breaking it into short chapters has helped, and I should be able to post them fairly frequently.

And now, as promised, the accompanying recipes and music recs

Hannibal’s appetizer at historic Galatoire’s is Shrimp Remolaude. I was lucky enough to find the actual chef’s recipe for this one! He also has a Sazerac cocktail, which Galatoire’s serves up in a martini-style glass, so have fun with that mental picture. Recipe sources are linked via the titles

Galatoire’s Shrimp Remolaude ¾ cup chopped celery ¾ cup chopped scallions (white and green parts) ½ cup chopped parsley 1 cup chopped yellow onion ½ cup ketchup ½ cup tomato puree ½ cup Creole mustard or any coarse, grainy brown mustard 2 tablespoons prepared horseradish or to taste ¼ cup red wine vinegar 2 tablespoons paprika 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce ½ cup salad oil 48 jumbo shrimp, peeled, boiled and chilled 1 small head iceberg lettuce, cut into thin ribbons, washed, drained and dried

Method: Mince the celery, green onion, parsley, and yellow onions in a food processor. Add the ketchup, tomato puree, Creole mustard, horseradish, red wine vinegar, paprika and Worcestershire.  Begin processing again and add the oil in a slow drizzle to emulsify.

Chill for 6-8 hours or overnight.

Correct seasoning with additional horseradish if desired after the ingredients have had the opportunity to marry.

In a large mixing bowl, add the sauce to the shrimp and toss gently to coat. Divide the lettuce among six chilled salad plates. Divide the shrimp evenly atop the lettuce and serve.

Sazerac Ingredients: 1 sugar cube 3 dashes of Peychaud’s Bitters 1 ½ ounces of Sazerac Rye Whiskey ¼ ounce Herbsaint ( Absinthe) Lemon peel, for garnish

Directions: Pack an Old-Fashioned glass with ice. In a second Old-Fashioned glass place a sugar cube and add 3 dashes of Peychaud’s Bitters to it, then crush the sugar cube. Add the 1 ½ ounces of Sazerac Rye Whiskey to the Peychaud’s Bitters and sugar. Empty the ice from the first glass and coat the glass with ¼ ounce of Herbsaint, then discard the remaining Herbsaint. Empty the whiskey/bitters/sugar mixture from the second glass into the first glass and garnish with lemon peel. Be sure to strain the mixture.

And now, the biggest favor I’m ever likely to do for you - this is Trombone Shorty. I thought long and hard about what piece of music to share to give the reader a real feel for New Orleans, and finally I just thought fuck it, everyone on the planet needs to hear this performance anyway. If you were ever a band nerd prepare to wet your pants. Probably prepare for that anyway.

Anyone who doesn’t think brass musicians are hot as fuck can fight me now. If you don’t watch the whole thing, please watch the first song at least. It’s called Slippery Lips for a reason.

Also, Troy is just a super cool dude. He’s very mindful of New Orleans’s musical heritage and the need to preserve it and keep kids involved not just in music but in local musical tradition. He’s been performing since he was four, y’all. And now he runs a foundation to get instruments and musical education into the hands of young kids in New Orleans.

[settegiorniinpurgatorio]

The wrath of the lamb vs The wrath of the lion

A recurring theme in the show Hannibal, it delightfully boils down the difference between Will and Hannibal’s proclivities toward murder.

The wrath of the Lion is the vengeful wrath of one wronged. “I, king of the forest, have received an affront; some one has presumed to do an unkindness to me.” Hannibal had been wronged gravely in his childhood and has carried out his vegeance. As an adult, he still carries out vegeance against those who have wronged him, that is, been rude to him. His grievances are personal in nature.

The wrath of the Lamb isn’t personal in nature. It is the wrath of a righteous man who sees unjust in the world and delivers justice. “An unkind thing has been done.” Even before meeting Hannibal, Will has had that wrath inside him. When asked about how he felt when he murdered Garret Jacob Hobbs, Will answers he felt, “Just”. Later, when Hannibal asks how killing him would make him feel, Will answers that it’ll feel, “Righteous”.

Killing feels good for both Will and Hannibal. It’s not something that Hannibal has cultivated in Will, it was in Will’s nature all along.

WILL GRAHAM: I didn’t see Hobbs. HANNIBAL: Then it’s not Hobbs’ ghost that’s haunting you, is it? It’s the inevitability of there being a man so bad that killing him felt good. WILL GRAHAM: Killing Hobbs felt just.

In their moment of wrath, the lamb is no more gentle than the lion. Perhaps less so.

And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood; And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places. And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand? - Revelation 6:12

[rue-is-me]

To add to this, when Hannibal turns Will against Jack and even himself, doing wrong to him and nursing the flare of wrath of a more selfish kind, he says to Jack, “What will happen when the lamb becomes the lion?”

[baba-yaga-not-only]

Mads in purple / violet

[valtsv]

"woman"? no, you misheard. i'm an omen.

[valtsv]

i don't identify as "male" or "female", i identify as a warning

[bonesandscales]

@redlink9 Thanks for tagging me darling!

Rules: Put your music on shuffle, put the first ten songs, and tag ten people to do the same. No cheating!!

Bonana - Elène

Wild Horses - Bishop

Who Makes You Feel - Dido

Rester femme - Axelle Red

Used to the Darkness - Des Roc

Kagerou Days - Jinn

Une femme avec une femme - Mecano

Ton invitation - Louise Attaque

Epi femen dife a - Fujiwara Motoo, Taisei Iwasakai

Ninelie - Aimer

@rue-is-me @thesilverqueenlady @ethicsbecomeaesthetics @cinnamaldeide @allegralovelace @crisisoninfintefandoms @bonearenaofmyskull @davantagedenuit @avidreadr2004 @tiggymalvern and anyone who wants to play :3

[rue-is-me]

Gott Warum - from the musical Rebecca

Diminuendo - Lawless, ft. Britt Warner

White Room - Cream

Tagträume - Guckkasten

The Search - NF

Sober - TOOL

Symphony No. 1 - II. Adagio - Georges Bizet

There are no atheists in the foxholes - You are in my september

All Gone - Mother Mother

Arma-goddamn-motherfuckin-geddon - Marilyn Manson

// not gonna tag since I have no friends, but damn this is a mix of genres xD

I’mma check out those French songs now

[i-hate-chick-fil-a]

it was being down-voted by people who didn’t even watch it.

My favorite part is that they have 31 sources linked in the video.

t h i r t y-o n e

But people somehow manage to think this video is wrong because their beliefs somehow outweigh the careers of the people who put work towards those 31 pieces of source material. Blows my mind.

[rue-is-me]

Chrysanthemum means hope in America, death in Italy.

[rue-is-me]

Hannibal-in-lingerie 2

“Like a puffed and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dalliance treads”

Film noir femme(?) fatale theme, with primrose laces.

[thisblueboy]

Stephen Sinding (1846-1922), Adoratio (Detail), !909 (1903), Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek, Copenhagen, Denmark

[rue-is-me]

Hannibal??

[dappermenblog]

All in the details @hugoboss #DAPPERMEN

[rue-is-me]

Logic: Am I running away from the outside world again?

Emotion: The crux of the problem lies within people, and their eyes.

Logic: I have a theory. This exam anxiety and procrastination might be a product of trauma from not only the first year of uni, but also middle school. I thought we had processed that experience. Came out for the better. But it's likely that it did affect us to have responses we can't fully control.

Emotion: After all these years, the thing I thought I conquered still clings to me? Holds me down in its clammy grasp?

I should've hurt them when I could still reach them.

They made me hate my name. They made me hate my face. But if it were they that twisted this thing inside me, made me bare my flesh hungering teeth in delight at the taste of another's fear.. made me feel at home in the embrace of darkness, eyes open for prey and not predators.. made me find humour in tears and blood and cum.. I'm glad.

Logic: Uh...

[raymukada]

[bu0nanotte]

Will: *makes romantic literary reference* Hannibal: *checks out nails*

[rue-is-me]

Will so-done-with-hannibal-lecter: *eyeroll*

[rue-is-me]

"In the centuries to come, we'll look back on ourselves like we have, time and time again, and smile at our quaint ideas. Smile at the idea of religion like we now smile at little children -- smile at gravity like we now smile at those who thought the world flat -- smile at simple morality like we now smile at apes. We look back on the 'atrocities' of earlier days and say, 'Times were diffrent then'. But I desire to look from the future to the present, to see what we will one day consider primitive and backwards thinking -- these outdated ideas we've carried past their lifetime." - Markus, Red Embrace: Hollywood

[rue-is-me]

Interviewer: So, what work experience do you have?

Me: I beeped the barcode scanner at walmart self checkout a few times.

[mooonbride]

It’s sad that toxic game culture is so prevalent cuz like. As someone who has ended up in random matches with kids before, I can attest to how fucking easy it is to reverse and un-teach shitty attitudes in kids.

Example: I downloaded Friday the 13th because it’s free on psn. I dunno how to play, so I just enter quick play and I’m matched with 3-4 kids on mic. Immediately on mic they’re shitty and disparaging to each other. They laugh at each others deaths, they actively work against team mates and self sabotage, they call each other “fags”, etc. From the sounds of the voices they cannot be older than 13-14.

I put on my mic and just decide I ain’t havin it. I am nice. I thank them for barricading doors or leaving me items. When they break free from Jason’s grasp I say “good job!” or I try to help them. One kid survived for most of the match by himself. When he dies, I tell him he did a fantastic job.

The mood shift is practically INSTANT. These kids almost immediately stop being dick heads. They start encouraging each other and being kind. After the match all of them try to friend request me. Which should tell you a couple of things:

A) kids want to be kind, and they want to have a nice time playing games. But encounters with adults like me or so rare that they’ve trained themselves to instantly put on a toxic, shitty, defensive veneer when encountering any new person online. It’s literally just THAT EASY to not groom a horrible gaming community, it’s just that NO ONE does it.

B) the speed of which they all tried to friend me was cute, but paints for me such a sad picture? Like these kids are SO desperate to find people to play with who aren’t crappy jerks. They played with me for 10 minutes TOPS and all instantly tried to reach out to me.

tl;dr: The kids are alright. Adults are shit heads.