When Barry’s stuck in the mirror, Iris asks him if her pants made her butt look bigger and he says: “I’m literally stuck in mirror”, I think what he means is: “Gurl, ain’t no red pillows up here and this suit too tight. Staph playing!!!” No one can convince me otherwise. 😂
—  anonymous

The Silence Of The Lambs has not had very good luck when it comes to sequels and prequels. We’ve talked before about Hannibal and its infamous brain-eating scene, but that’s not even the worst example. That honor might go to the even more bizarre prequel, Hannibal Rising.

Adapted from a novel written by the author of Lambs, Thomas Harris, Hannibal Rising replaces the gritty realism of the earlier books with something that feels a little more like a draft of Batman Begins written by Quentin Tarantino. The movie opens with Hannibal as a little tyke fleeing the Nazis. Hannibal’s the hero of this book, you see, and if you want people to root for a cannibalistic serial killer, you really have no choice but to surround them with Nazis.

After a brief flashforward, we find Hannibal living with his widowed aunt in France, who is teaching him the ways of the samurai.

It turns out it’s these lessons are at the root of most of the bad ideas Hannibal will have, such as his predilection for butchery and serving heads on platters. And if that’s too subtle for you, check out this chance encounter with what is apparently a samurai mask.

7 Famous Horror Movies You Didn’t Know Got Hilarious Sequels


Well, that’s a relief.


OKAY YOU GUYS IS THIS NOT A JOHNLOCK SONG? SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE A VIDEO WITH THIS SONG IM BEGGING PLEASE I CAN SEE IT @shag-me-senseless-watson @let-bijohns-be-bi-johns @fuck-off-watson @missmuffin221 @natmidd



#TBT––that time that Brandon & Sid went as Goose & Maverick for Halloween in 2013.

Day One: An intro for your Fatesona

I sort of skipped over the ‘from’ part and just went to making an intro, ahah;; 
Sora’s direction is actually really (scarily!) good, she just likes taking a bunch of weird detours trying to find the Kitsune Hamlet. Somehow, though, she continues to find people to sell things to so maybe the detours weren’t so weird after all…? 

She’s an eccentric but affable girl whose jokes can sometimes tip a bit into the mean spirited area. She is slow to trust but extremely quick to get attached once that threshold has been crossed, and her reactions to physical affection vary accordingly. She hates having debts and being on the losing end of things, so if she offers you something that puts her at a disadvantage you can be 69% sure that it’s a ploy of some sort. Even if that ploy is spending more time with you. Though she plays at being coy and enjoys gossip to a worrying degree, her feelings are usually quite pure and straightforward. Sells both physical wares and information. 

Since her adoptive father’s passing, she’s been on the search for a new home. She has a few complexes about her kitsune heritage, and strives to keep it hidden (especially since it’s been drilled into her that she’d probably die if anyone found out). Since she’s stayed at least approximately 100 yards away from any and all beaststones and has yet to transform once, she has a lot of urges that she has no idea what to do with. The extra energy seems to have tipped over to the opposite end and wound up with her being extra lazy instead. She’s chasing the Hamlet more for the idea of family more than any real love for her kinsmen. 

Fullbody + Initial Reference || blog tag 

Bonus little edit: 

It’s probably an extreme version of tag. 

BSD: Port Mafia Torture

Hey guys! This fic idea literally came from a dream thought that I just had to keep! Yes…I am slightly addicted to BSD right now, but who cares! This fic has someone in it that I never wrote about before. I think he deserves some of the spotlight for dealing with Dazai for so long XD Anyway, I really hope you guys like the fic! And please enjoy! :D


Dazai sighed, glancing around the dark room from the safety of his bed. He literally had no motivation to get up and do any work. Even though he got the job of being a somewhat leader for the Port Mafia, the teen would occasionally get bored. During those times, Dazai would be all around the area playing his gaming device, or even trying to think of new ways of committing the wonderful suicide he had planned in his dreams. However, like certain times like the one he was currently having, Dazai would just lay in bed, still in his pajamas, and think about certain things that would also make him want to stay in. However, this wouldn’t last long because someone would bound to come find him, and when a knock on his door sounded through his apartment, he sighed. That was a little too fast.

“Dazai…I know you’re in there,” Oda’s voice sounded through the door, and Dazai slowly sat up. Rolling his brown eyes, the teen slowly walked over to the door, and unlocked it to see his friend’s bored grey eyes staring down at him. Groaning, Dazai let his friend in, and closed the door. Oda took his shoes off, and watched as the brunette slowly stalked back to his bed, and face planted on it. Oh…so it was one of these days. Rubbing his fingers through his own red hair, Oda sighed, and made his way over to the stubborn other. For a Port Mafia leader, the other was incredibly lazy. “Come on Dazai. We have some stuff to do…at least I know you do.”

“But Oooodddaaaa!” Dazai whined, shaking his face in the warmth of his pillow. Seeing how his legs were kicking, and hearing the over exaggerated whines and groans, made Oda think about how much of a kid the brunette was being. After all, he took care of the orphans over in the soup shop, so he should know, right? Letting his own grey eyes roll, Oda sat himself down on Dazai’s bed, and noticed that the other stopped moving when he did so. Crossing his arms, Oda watched as Dazai remained completely quiet for a few minutes before he slowly turned his head, and stared right at his blank face. “I really don’t feel like moving…pllleeeeaaassseeee don’t make me!”

Glancing at the whining brunette, Oda thought about it. Honestly, he didn’t feel like doing anything either, but that doesn’t mean they should act on those thoughts. Sure, a lot of people had these days, but the best way to get passed those days was to get out of the house anyway. Letting his own eyes meet the curious and hopeful brown ones that were still looking at him, he shook his head. Dazai blinked at the silent no, and frowned.

“Come on Dazai. We can’t do that today,” Oda sighed, still shaking his head. The teen frowned even more, before pressing his face back into his pillow. Noticing this, Oda glanced at the gentle way his back went up and down as he breathed. He knew the other was going to be stubborn with this, and if he had to use his super secret Mafia torture on the other, he would. Letting his hand rise out, and rubbed through Dazai’s brown bed head, Oda sighed, and gave one last chance for the teen to rise off the bed. “Get up Dazai…or else.”

Watching at the brunette let out a huff, Oda shrugged, and slowly let his hand drop down the teen’s bandaged neck, letting his fingers barely graze the other’s spine. Dazai’s body shook, and Oda watched as his back arched and a slight shocked squeal went through the teen’s lips. Scooting away from the offending hand, Dazai peeked over at his red headed friend, and saw the insane poker face the other always had on. Glancing down at his hands, Dazai felt a sweat bead drip down his forehead as Oda slowly got closer to him, his fingers wiggling closer and closer to his sides. Letting out a nervous yelp, the brunette tried to slide off the warm bed, but when Oda laid down behind him, and his arms wrapped around his waist, Dazai felt dread fly though him. The two struggled for a few minutes until the teen was finally caught in the red head’s grip. They were in a spooning position with Oda’s arms wrapped around his waist, and their legs tangled together tightly.

“Oda…no..please…” Dazai whimpered, trying to plea his way out of his known torture. Oda hummed a little, letting his left his gently poke and prod at Dazai’s soft clothed tummy. Feeling the breath hitch, and the brunette’s body twitch with contained giggles. Watching every twitch and tremble of his friend’s body, Oda allowed his hand to gently trail up Dazai’s night shirt, letting his fingers swirl gentle circles all around the twitching stomach, and when his fingertips caught Dazai’s shallow belly button, the teen tensed, and a short burst of laughter leaked from his mouth. “Nohohohohoho Oohhohohoda!”

“You know how to stop this Dazai,” Oda murmered, letting his right hand start to squeeze the bony hips of the teen. Dazai’s waist jerked, and his cheeks slowly flushed a dark red as all the laughter that was bubbling in his chest started to hurt. Feeling how the other’s body was jerking around, Oda sighed. He knew that the other wasn’t going to give up, so without any mercy, Oda’s hand trailed off Dazai’s hips, and clawed it’s way into his soft thigh. It was all quiet until a squeaky girlish yell came out of the brunette’s mouth, and his bright laughter echoed throughout the room. “Just say you’ll get up, and we can go.”

Dazai shook his head, jerking and pulling to get out of Oda’s tight grip. His legs kicked in it’s containment of Oda’s own longer legs, but no matter what he did, he was stuck. Oda tightened their legs, as his right hand squeezed and scratched up Dazai’s inner thigh, while his left hand began to gently squeeze up Dazai’s bandaged ribs. The brunette shivered hard, and pressed himself more into Oda until his back and the red head’s chest were tightly pressed together. Watching the brunette fight the tickles, Oda glanced down at his neck, and smirked lightly, unknowingly breaking his poker face. Taking one last glance at the brunette’s forced smile, Oda pressed his mouth down on Dazai’s neck and shoulder, and gave little nips.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Dazai screamed, his body finally losing it’s light jerking and squirming for absolute thrashing and wiggling. Oda’s left hand began to squeeze Dazai’s lower rib with vigor while the right was squeezing the teen’s fleshy thigh with a heavy frenzy. Dazai screamed, pleaded, and begged, but no matter what Oda kept up the three kinds of tickling until the brunette’s thrashing body slowed to a shivering and oversensitive tremble, while his booming laughter turned to breathy laughs as it slowly turned silent. Noticing the decreasing sound of his laughter, Oda’s hands met half way, and squeezed at the wiggling teen’s sides. A squeaky hiccup leaked out of Dazai’s mouth, as his chest began to heave for breath. “Nohohohohohoho mohohohre! I canahahahan’t take no moohohre! Pleehehehease stop! I’ll gohhohohoho! Just stahahahahahahahap!”

Feeling satisifed from the answer, Oda stopped squeezing the teen’s sides, and wrapped his arms around the twitching tummy. Letting his mouth nibble one last time, invoking one last giggle, Oda took his mouth away, and watched as Dazai took panting breaths, trying to get his breath back. Holding him closer, the red head let his cheek rest on Dazai’s head, and slowly felt the teen beginning to relax as his breath finally evened out. Feeling the other twist, Oda loosened his grasp and allowed Dazai to turn in his hold until the brunette’s pouting face came into his view, and grey met brown. Dazai pouted playful up at Oda, and Oda took in the slight blush the teen had from their last activity.

“Come on, go get dressed, and I’ll wait here,” Oda sighed out, pushing Dazai’s bed head bangs out of his face. The teen sighed, ready to complain, but when the red head’s fingers began to trace his spine again, he yelped, and shot out of the warm hold to run inside the bathroom. Oda sat up, and watched this, feeling a little more happier then he was before. Dazai stopped just outside the bathroom, and turned to glare playful at his friend, who was staring back at him with the same bored expression. “Have something to say?”

“You’re so mean!” Dazai sighed out, but the gleeful smile that was on his face betrayed what he said. Noticing Oda looking at him like he was crazy, Dazai huffed and made his way inside the bathroom. Getting up when the door shut, Oda sighed, and fixed his hair since it became a mess from their wrestling. Shaking off his clothes, Oda glanced at the door when the shower started and Dazai’s silly singing voice began to filter out of the door. “You can’t do a double suicide alone…with two you can…suicide…double suicide!”

Shaking his head, Oda sat back down on the bed, and waited out Dazai’s shower, listening to the other’s obnoxious singing. However, Oda didn’t realize that his poker face had broken, and a soft smile had made it’s way on his face. He was thankful he had someone like Dazai as a friend, and even though the other was a suicidal stubborn maniac, he never regretted meeting the other like he did. After all, without Dazai, his life probably would have never changed the way it did.


Postwine chat after a screening of Fox’s new show, The Mick, starring @kaitlinolson ♡ Not LOL territory, I actually laughed aloud. Loved the show. And with her off-cam vibe…you just want her to win. Please check it out.

Hi everyone.

So I know it’s been awhile since I’ve really posted anything so I thought I should explain. Life has gotten pretty busy for with my job and family and I’m getting ready to apply for college. But those really weren’t holding me back as much as something else was.

Over the past month, I have received a lot of hate in my inbox from people who don’t agree with what I ship in the Voltron fandom. And many of those words hurt, no matter what I told myself, they really did hurt. I received many terrible anons who just wished to see me crumble, but they have all been removed my inbox and I may disable anon messages for awhile until the fandom calms down again. But because of this, I removed myself from Tumblr for awhile just so I could deal with everything and distance myself from the discourse. And see what’s been going on for the past few days, I’m glad I did. This fandom is one of the more toxic ones I’ve seen in a long time, but I’m still going to enjoy the better parts of it because I refuse to let those who wish to police me about what I can and cannot enjoy, to win. I enjoy Sheith content, as well as many of the other wonderful parings in this fandom, and will continue to do so, no matter how upset others might be at me. You don’t have to follow me and I don’t mind if you block me, but please don’t try and send me any hate because it will be deleted or I might just post it to prove I don’t care what you say about me.

So I’m some-what back and I will be trying to release the dabbles and the next chapter of “Genetics Do Not Define a Person” soon but it still might take sometime. So thank you for all of your support and I hope to talk to all real soon!

Am I the only one who is still waiting for the episode in which Jake and Amy move in together and absolutely hilarious chaothic situations take place?

Cause it was kind of a big relationship step for them last season but now I have the feeling that we’re not even gonna see that happen


I was tagged by the @kaiscloud9 @kyungsmoothhh @celaystial and @spookiestinexo for the bias selfie. For why are all of you guys so pretty from inside and out?? Truly goddesses and I’m so lucky to call you guys friends ☺️☺️☺️

I’ll tag @jongdae-andnight @twowishestomany @suhosleftbuttcheek @stardustksoo @chanyeolween @doitforsoo @juumyeon @kyungwho @yvone-enovy