eat he rude

fuck every other fandom, i’m just going to lie down and wallow in hannibal

the show is breathtaking, the fans are wonderful and full of black humor, their fanart is morbidly gorgeous, the cast is diverse, enthusiastic, and well-spoken, and they all look absolutely fucking adorable in flower crowns, the directors and producers love their fans and pay meticulous attention to their craft, and the only truly problematic element is the titular character’s tendency to, y'know. eat people

(and even then, he only eats RUDE people)

Weekly Poker Game

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Reader x Everyone – Ok not every one but she gets with a lot of men.

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, language, did I say smut??!?! Vampire love bites, female receiving, anal sex, fingering, normal sex,
PSA: wear a condom folks


Hi, I have a request and I am not sure you will do it but It’s a little long and want fit in your ask box. First I guess I should say it’s multiple characters. You don’t have to include them in the whole story unless you want to. The reader lives with Sam, Dean, Cas and Adam in the bunker. Once a week they play poker. The guest are Benny, Kevin, Balthazar, Michael, Gabriel, Gadreel. Then while the boys play the reader has guest too, Jody, Claire, Alex, Donna, and Charlie. While the guys are playing poker The reader and girls are in the kitchen making snacks and talking. The reader admits that during sex no guy has ever made her make noise, Gabriel and the other angels hear this and he tells the others and they kind of want to make it a challenge to see who can get the reader to make noises. You can chose any or all of them to try but I am a Dean girl so he must win the challenge. It can be all smutty or how ever you think it should be. Let me know if you can or can’t do it. Thanks @sandlee44

A/N: This is literally crack!  There are 16 different people represented here in someway shape or form.  I tried to make sure everyone was properly distinguished. Hope you enjoy.

“Did you put chips on the list?” Dean yelled at (Y/N) from the pantry.
“Yeah, chips and dip got it.” (Y/N) replied back.
Cases had been down for the last few months so Adam and (Y/N) had decided that it would be a good idea to start having everyone together. The weekly poker game started with just Dean, Sam, Adam, and (Y/N); then everyone invited others and now (Y/N) and the guys were preparing for another fun evening.
“Hey, Cas you’re coming with me to store.” (Y/N) told him.
“Ok?” Cas looked confused.
(Y/N) took Cas’ arm, “I need your help picking out the snacks for the angels. Other than Gabe no one ever eats.”
“That’s because they don’t have to eat.” He announced.
“Well it’s rude and your still coming with me.” (Y/N) grabbed the list and the keys to the Impala.
“Hey, (Y/N/N) don’t forget to buy the good beer this time.” Dean laughed.
You buy PBR one time because we were low on funds and the bastards never lets you live in down.
The store was pretty quite but you were there early on a weekday. “What about these do you think they’d like them?” (Y/N) held up a bag of Funyun’s.
“I have enjoyed them in the past.” Cas said.
“Ok then we have a winner. We need a few more salty options and then we can look at the sweets.”
You both piled all of your wonderful junk food finds into the back in car and headed to bunker before anything could melt.

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qyllaeth  asked:

nips at the god. oh, how qyllaeth yens to devour.

     ❝…❞ Did Qyalleth just nip him? Just casually brush those teeth against his skin as if such was the most normal thing to do towards another? Ozymandias was at such a loss for a moment, all he could do was give the other a long stare. If it were possible for question marks to appear above another’s head to show just how utterly confused they were, then they would have constantly appeared over the Pharaoh’s. ❝…Is…there something you wish to tell me? As much as I adore attention, I would rather not be a part of whatever odd fantasy is floating about in that head of yours.❞ He held his hand up as if to say ‘no’ to a dog before he pressed it upon the other’s chest and put an arm’s length distance between them.

To: haanigram

It’s just an idea for Homer and my cast for he. It’s only my opinion, I don’t want you to change your own Homer.

Liam Aiken as Homer (Hannigram Au / Murder Family Au: here for the people are reading this)I think of Hannibal when he was a boy & when he grew up I remember Will,so is a mix of both of them, And also in my AU there is MPREG.

He is going to prison because he is a problematic boy (or maybe is just a rebel(?)) but he enjoy killing his parents. He likes dogs and he defends animals, he shares the same idea about “eating the rude” like Hannibal,so he eats rude people since he was a baby.

‘This is my design’: Transgression and Possession by Hannibal’s Cannibals

[Note: You guys said you were interested, so here goes! This is a little different from my previous metas. It started as a paper I wrote for an MA class called ‘Exploitation Cinema’ where I placed the NBC show Hannibal in a wider context of cannibalism in film. It’s pretty rough, since I’ve cut it down by about 2,000 words and edited it to make it a little more accessible.]

In what is now an iconic scene from Silence of the Lambs (1991), Hannibal ‘the Cannibal’ Lecter taunts FBI trainee Clarice Starling by telling her about a census taker he once killed. ‘I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti’, he says, sucking in a hissing breath as though relishing the taste that lingers in his memory. Lecter and his psychiatrist enthrall Clarice—and, by extension, the audience—with verbal reconstructions of his murders, lingering on the cannibal’s perverse sensual enjoyment. Yet while the early Lecter films show only titillating glimpses of the killer’s ‘art’, the camera in the NBC serial Hannibal (2013 –) lingers with an almost detached fascination on the artist’s corpse-tableaus and haut-cuisine dishes, as though tempting the audience with their grim beauty. Instead of titillating us with tales of gore, Hannibal’s Hannibal dismembers and prepares each corpse in front of our eyes, holding the finished plate under our noses as though to say, ‘There, doesn’t that look good?’ Lecter’s pleasure is no longer a sign of incomprehensible monstrosity; it has become our pleasure as well.

Where does this perverse allegiance between audience and killer come from? The cannibal figure in fiction has evolved significantly over time. In Cannibalism in Literature and Film, Jennifer Brown argues that cannibalism is common in fiction not because it has been much practiced in reality (anthropological evidence shows incidents of cannibalism are actually very rare) but rather because it is an almost universal taboo, thus serving as an easy indicator of threatening and encroaching Otherness. The view of the cannibal is that of dangerously ambiguous figure, one who crosses or disregards the essential dividing line that separate the human body (in most cultures considered sacred, superior, or inviolate) from animal bodies. Human consumption of human flesh upsets what Brown calls ‘the most fundamental boundary between the “self and else”’ (7).

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A/N: damn, my imagines are always depressing af. Happy imagines coming next ahah.

Warning: weight issues, eating disorders, and stuff like that

Your pov  

All the guys were over me and Michael’s flat. I never minded that they were always over playing video games or whatever they usually did.Today they invited me to sit with them in the living area since my plans with my friends were cancelled at the last minute.
I sat on between Michael’s lap on the small love seat while we watched some soccer game while the other 3 boys shared the couch. Michael peppered little kisses to the back of my neck being the cheeky aussie he always was. It tickled my neck, where he knew my tickle spot was, but he kept pressing his lips gently on the skin.
I shifted in his lap trying to get away from his lips, but his grip around my waist was too strong. “Mikey stop” I made out in between laughs. Michael didn’t listen and now was tickling me all over. I bounced around in his lap again desperate to get away from him. Moving around like crazy, I heard him groan. It sounded like he was in pain. He stopped tickling me and I stopped laughing.
“Did I hurt you babe? Are you alright?” I asked him.
“I’m fine (y/n) but could you please get off. Your kinda heavy on my lap.” He laughed. I didn’t think that was funny at all. Michael knew I was insecure about my weight still after being teased for being “chunky” until high school ended. I had lost a lot of weight since then and I was what I considered skinny, but I guess Mikey didn’t think so.
“Sorry,” I whispered. I removed myself from his lap and squeezed between Luke and Ashton on the couch. Just the memories of being teased and now my boyfriend shaming my weight brought tears to brim in my eyes. I sat in silence, not wanting to talk to anyone especially Michael.
After the first two halves of the game Michael asked me to order pizza and french fries for the everyone. I nodded; still not speaking to him. I went into the kitchen to order. Large pepperoni pizza, cheese fries, mozzarella sticks, and a small side salad for myself.
The food came about 20 minutes later. The boys all fired up and hungry rushed into the kitchen to get a slice of the cheesy deliciousness.
They all sat at the table, each with 3 slices of pizza on their plates and a mound of fries. I sat at the end of the table with my small salad. Basically just lettuce and nasty vegetables, I didn’t even like salad.
“(y/n) what are you eating? You hate salad. You would normally eat the whole pizza by yourself,” Mikey said to me with a laugh. My eyes looked up from my plate and made contact with his.
“I’m not that hungry.” I replied and started to pick little pieces of lettuce out of my bowl. I didn’t even finish 5 bites of the salad before I decided I had already eaten enough.


It had been two weeks since the incident about my weight with Michael had happened. While he was at the studio everyday, I would run five times around the few blocks we lived near. That was 3 miles every day. When he got home, I would go to the gym and work out until the late hours of the night. The gym would close some nights before I left. I lost 10 pounds already.
I was on my early morning run when I received a text from Michael telling me he needed to talk to me. He must have gotten out of the studio early.
I finished my jog and made it home. I was a sweaty mess. I opened the front door with my hand shaking; probably from lack of food.
“Babe” I called out to Michael. I pulled off my running shoes and left them by the door and then hung my jacket up in the coat closet.
“(y/n) why didn’t you eat the breakfast I made for you this morning.” he asked. It was a tradition that even on the days when Mikey had work, he left me breakfast in the fridge. His simple question made my heart beat fast. He didn’t know that I had been starving myself. Sure I would have one protein bar a day but nothing more.
Tears welled up, but I pushed them back and tried to act as calm as possible. “Oh  I wasn’t hungry this morning.” I casually replied.
“(y/n) you said that yesterday, the day before, and Monday.” He sternly said. Shit. He was on to me.
“I guess my diet is changing.”I said. I was desperate to get my way out of this mess.
“Bull shit. When did you last eat?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Seriously, when did you last eat?” he asked me more sternly.
“I don’t know, Michael.” I yelled and then the world went hazy and I was dizzy.
“(y/n) whats wrong?” Michael asked concerned. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and that’s the last I could remember.
I woke up in my bed. Michael standing at the edge of it and holding my hand tightly. “Eat.” He rudely spat, shoving a ham sandwich with chips on the side at me. It was laying in my lap. It honestly looked delicious, but the thought of eating made me sick. I wanted to just throw up.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
“Why (y/n)? Don’t you understand how bad starving yourself is! Your gonna kill yourself slowly and not even give a damn,” He yelled rudely. He was pacing around the room with his hands balled into fists.
“Sorry.” I whispered as a sob racked threw my body. I didn’t even have enough energy to keep my eyes open. I was just…tired.
“Don’t be sorry for me, be sorry for yourself. Your the on killing yourself right in front of my eyes. Why even do it (y/n)? Why are you starving?” He roared.
I answered with a silent cry.
“I can’t lose you. Eat the damn sandwich (y/n). Right now.” He yelled threw gritted teeth. He had now come closer to me. Back to the position he was in when I woke up, but this time not holding my hand.
“Michael stop. Your scaring me,” I yelled.
“Then tell me why!” He shouted.
“It was for you.” I said.
“What?” He asked still with an angry tone.
“You are the reason I wanted to lose weight. You said I hurt you when I sit on your lap.” I whispered with hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
A look of realization flashed through Mikey’s eyes. “No no no no no no no no no” He repeated. He paced around the room again while yanking at his hair in frustration.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.” I apologized.
He turned towards me. “No. Don’t you dare ever say those words again. Princess, you are beautiful. I’m the one who isn’t good enough for you.” he said. The anger he once had was gone. Now instead of tears in my eyes, they were in his.
He sat next to me on the bed. We sat in silence. I personally was too tired to talk and he couldn’t make out the words to make things right again. He twirled my hair around his finger tip.
“I love you. Your prefect. I didn’t mean what I said. “He rambled on.
“It’s okay. Im going to eat this for you because I love you.” I said holding the ham sandwich in one hand.