"Ectoplasmic toxicity isn’t something we see every day Mr. Masters.. Your condition has improved.. How would you describe this..feeling."

"Well in the few jerky seconds of sleep that I do get, all I see is… dark swarming behind my eyelids.

I dream darkness comes into me.

It comes and it’s insidious..

Up my nose, into my ears.

I feel poisoned.”

((I had started this piece after watching the finale of Hannibal season 2 -which is where the quote came from- but forgot about it until I found it today in my files woot woot))

TAGGED BY grumpyrick

Rules: once you’ve been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 5 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

Last beverage: Tea
Last phone call: my gf
Last text message: “fergalicious”
Last song you listened to: Blank Spaces - Taylor Swift

Dated someone twice: yes
Been cheated on: yes
Kissed someone and regretted it: yes
Lost someone special: yes
Been depressed: yes
Been drunk and threw up: no

Made a new friend: yes
Fallen out of love: yes
Laughed until you cried: yES
Met someone who changed you: yes lord yes
Found out who your true friends are: yes
Found out someone was talking about you: no
Kissed anyone anyone on your FB friends list: “FB is hell” preach it cindy

How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life: “i don’t have FB. i hate it.” we are the same person wow ok yeah fuck fb
First best friend: I think my friend alex, a total dork
First sport you joined: baseball
First vacation: Tokyo

First pair of trainers: what even is this question

Eating: nothing
Drinking: Sprite
I’m about to: finish ruining this sketch book with silly scribbles
Listening to: cindy said “alone again by Gilbert Sullivan” so I forgot that song even existed and now that’s what I’m listening to
Waiting for: my clothes to dry

Want kids: yes
Get married: yeah
Career: composer for shows or films idk I have art and music to fall back on and writing too so

Lips or eyes: lips
Hugs or kisses: boTH
Shorter or taller: depends I like short
Older or younger: depends sometimes younger
Romantic or spontaneous: Por que no los dos?
Nice stomach or nice arms: nice stomach AND arms
Sensitive or loud: sensitive
Hook-up or relationship: relationship
Trouble maker or hesitant: boTH seriously balancing it out is my favorite

Kissed a stranger: no
Drank hard liquor: no
Lost glasses/contacts: yes
Sex on first date: no
Broke someones heart: I’m not sure
Been arrested: no
Turned someone down: yes
Cried when someone died: yes
Fallen for a friend: yes’m

Yourself: yes
Miracles: no
Love at first sight: yes
Heaven: no
Santa Claus: no
Kiss on the first date: yes
Angels: no

I’m tagging my bbies ❤️
mh-a-c-fs ohbernthal desiree-duprees-festive-titty americanhororstorys normyreedus

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.


tagged by: halloawhatisthis <3


1. last beverage: apple juice i think

2. last phone call: mother

3. last text message: mother

4. last song you listened to: new romantics by taylor swift

5. last time you cried: hannibal s2 finale (2 weeks-sh ago)


6. dated someone twice: no

7. been cheated on: no

8. kissed someone & regretted it: ive never kissed anyone ha

9. lost someone special: yes

10. been depressed: no

11. been drunk and threw up: no

blue, pink, green


15. Made a new friend: yes

16. Fallen out of love: no

17. Laughed until you cried: yes

18. Met someone who changed you: yes

19. Found out who your true friends are: no i already knew

20. Found out someone was talking about you: no

21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend’s list: no


22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life: like 95%

24. Do you have any pets: i had a dog

25. Do you want to change your name: sometimes c no one ever gets it right but then again InDIViduaLITY

26. What did you do for your last birthday: i was on tour in europe and it was raining but we saw the neuschwanstein castle and my friends did stuff for me

27. What time did you wake up today: 9:50-ish

28. What were you doing at midnight last night: on buzzfeed whoops

29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: idrk comic con next year??

30. Last time you saw your mother: this morning

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: no problematic skin (seriously i have really bad eczema, acne, hyperpigmentation and fucking annoying combination face skin and im just 100% done)

32. What are you listening to right now: person mowing the lawn

33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: yes

34. What’s getting on your nerves right now: nothing really

35. Most visited webpage(s): youtube fb tumblr buzzfeed kickass.so noteflight login page of my school website

36. Blood type: O

37. Nickname: eggie, ninegoat, ldog, walama

38. Relationship Status: single pringle unready to mingle

39. Zodiac sign: cancer

40. Pronouns: she/her/etc etc

41. Elementary: nice

42. High School: nice

43. College: not yet

44. Hair colo(u)r: black

45. Long or short: long 

46. Height: 161 cm

47. Do you have a crush on someone? maybe

48. What do you like about yourself? im cool

50. Tattoos: no

51. Righty or lefty: righty

52. First surgery: none

53. First piercing: ear lobes

54. First best friend: jesus christ our lord and saviour

55. First sport you joined: ballet

56. First vacation: idk i started travelling really young (i was the annoying af baby on the plane)

58. First pair of trainers: idk


59. Eating: scrambled eggs

60. Drinking: apple juice

61. I’m about to: practice the violin

62. Listening to: outside

63. Waiting for: the inevitable oblivion (jk my mum to come home so i can ask her if i can have ice cream)

64. Want kids?: lol no

65. Get Married?: maybe maybe not 

66. Career?: idk maybe something in the sciences but i really have to get my game up if i want to bc science was my worst subject this year (c+ fml)


67. Lips or eyes: eyes

68. Hugs or kisses: hugs

69. Shorter or taller: taller bc im p short so tonnes of people r taller than me

70. Older or Younger: idc

71. Romantic or Spontaneous: romantic bc i am not one for spontaneity

72. Nice stomach or nice arms: nice arms bc if u dont show ur stomach no one really knows and also bc i have better arms than i do stomach (like thyre pretty toned from violin playing)

73. Sensitive or loud: sensitive

74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship

75. Trouble maker or hesitant: hesitant


76. Kissed a stranger: no

77. Drank hard liquor: no

78. Lost glasses/contacts: i dont have any

79. Sex on first date: no

80. Broke someone’s heart: no

81. Had your own heart broken: no

82. Been arrested: no

83. Turned someone down: no

84. Cried when someone died: yes

85. Fallen for a friend: it was kind of the other way around bc i liked him at first but then we became really good friends but then i had to move overseas so i never saw him again


86. Yourself: yes

87. Miracles: no

88. Love at first sight: no

89. Heaven: yes but no in the sense that i think there is a heaven but i know its not real do u feel 

90. Santa Claus: no

91. Kiss on the first date: yes

92. Angels: no

i tag:

tietjvns bennys-dick ariistos hqrrypotter idrhis mycrofd 60s vicktortrevor bakerstr fassbndrs willamholmes flowerlock lush-ier esqaroth drwtsn savingbucky watsns watsonsbooty mrsexhimself 221bsherlock thecumbercollective nbchannibal potato staff fishingboatproceeds

look i ran out of people to tag (tfw ur desperate enough to tag tumblr user potato)

Just changed my phone background from Hannibal to this (finally got around to it)
I love your music Ken Ashcorp!
Picture credit goes to: inkydonkey.tumblr.com
So patronize this person or give them thanks or idk rlly

Hannibal Season 2 Finale

Got my housemate into Hannibal. Her initial reaction -

Dave, I don’t know what I love more - the suits, the food, or the gay.

We’re about to watch the finale.

i like to think that Chilton is one of those rambling drunks, the ‘i love you man’ guys who literally just loves everything in the room and Freddie is a clingy drunk who wants to hold your hand or get a piggyback ride, and wear your clothes.

So the day Hannibal was finally caught and brought back to Baltimore they got in the car and drove for as far as they could and hit a bar..which is why Rafael gets woken up at two in the morning to find Olivia at his door. So he asks her what’s going on and if she’s okay and she just points down the hall where Frederick is declaring his love to a plastic tree by the elevator and Freddie is on his back with his tie around her head. 

And he just signs and goes yeah, okay, come on Freds. Which is why they fall asleep on his couch after Freddie stole his slippers and Frederick told him he loved him five hundred times. 

He wakes up the next day to see them reading his case files and drinking his expensive coffee. 

i’m finally watching Jagten. I’m gonna hate myself for watching it. I’m gonna cry like someone ripped my heart into pieces. I’m gonna rant that 80% of Mads Mikkelsen’s filmography makes me sad.

Then I’ll watch Sorbet to cheer up.

yumporchetta ha chiesto:

Dr. Lecter, your exquisite taste in everything is well known; including your playful mix of pattern and color with your bespoke suits, shirts and ties. However, even though those suits have been tailored to fit only you, the fit adds bulk and years to your athletic (and forgive me) downright sexy physique, as does the double Windsor knot. Is this a deliberate choice, another way to disarm those around you from really seeing you, your power and strength, as you walk and live in their midst?

Smile widening with every word, Hannibal finally inclines his head at the end of the praise, crossing his legs and affecting a tilt of his head.

“You are forgiven,” he murmurs, dark eyes hooded. “I have often considered myself rather slight, although I quite prefer the term you used. Athletic? Thank you,” he adds. “And so I suppose my taste for bolder patterns, wider ties, broader lapels and the like have stemmed from that. What an entirely thoughtful question.”

"Harder," Will adds, grinning. "Stroke his ego harder so he can fuck your mind with it later."

Hannibal’s lips part, but for a moment there is no sound from them, and only a long, precarious look towards the boy beside him.

“I know, thre-”

“You are well beyond that,” Hannibal warns him softly. “Perhaps I will do as you say. Would that please you then, ungrateful boy? Are you so envious that there has been a question praising me, and not only you and that tormenting mouth of yours?”

"Envious? Unlikely. I see those damn things every day, and I have to say I enjoy peeling them from your skin much more." A slow smile, a thumb up so Will can chew against it, eyes narrowed. "It would please me greatly to relieve you of your suit now.”

“Here in front of everyone?” challenges Hannibal, pushing the microphone further back across the table, but not so far that it doesn’t catch the murmurs that he aims towards the boy whose chin he snares between his fingers. “I am aware that you are but a child, and the development of your own ego is in overdrive. Must I teach you that you are not to humiliate me in public, regardless of what your impulses drive you towards?”

"Out back," Will replies. "Green room. Then I can humiliate you in private and learn a lesson both." He shivers, eyes only on Hannibal now, wide and adoring and lust-dark. "Efficiency of youth."

"The folly of it."

"Verily. Please?"

Hannibal’s nails tighten against Will’s cheeks, enough to dig between his teeth just a little and part his damp lips. The man stands, mindless now of anyone but the boy watching him with luminous blue eyes, and he snarls softly, “Go. Now. And I will teach you the error of your ways.”

An eventful evening at Hannibal's

Will turns up at Hannibal’s house straight from work, satchel bag tucked under his arm. Hannibal greets him courteously, leading him into the dining room where he presents and explains the dish he is serving. It has taken hours of preparation for the main course alone, and it looks exquisite. Will takes a bite, chewing slowly as Hannibal watches, waiting. Will swallows.

"This is delectable, Dr Lecter," he says finally. Hannibal’s lips twitch upwards into a smile of pleased acknowledgement.

"But," Will continues thoughtfully, "I can think of a way to improve it." Hannibal’s micro-smile fades. Will reaches into his satchel and brings out a bottle of ketchup. Hannibal visibly stiffens.

"Will," he says, a warning.

Will flips open the lid of the ketchup. Hannibal’s eyes flicker down to the bottle at the noise.

"Will," he says again, more insistently. "Think about what you are doing."

Will looks at him consideringly. His hand moves the bottle away from his plate as if reconsidering, and Hannibal’s muscles relax minutely.

Almost too quickly to process, Will’s hand darts back to above the plate and squeezes, red gushing from the bottle to coat the delicately sliced meat.

Hannibal outright drops his cutlery, hands spasming in shock.

Will makes eye contact, a bold move on his part. The desolation on Hannibal’s face leaves him looking vulnerable, open.

"Will," he whispers, questioning and heartbroken.

Will snicks the cap of the ketchup bottle closed and places it back in his satchel. He takes a bite of the now red-drenched ‘pork’, eyes locked with Hannibal’s.

"Much better."