majestic though in ruin

shhh don’t cry. Hannibal cradling a distressed Will in his arms and nuzzling at his head in a tender-but-menacing fashion. ok?

The new 1989 recording… sucks

fatalism-and-villainy:

Hannibal has awakened me to the eroticism of medical gloves in a big way. Something about how the cold and impersonal vibes they give everything, and the way the dom is insulated from the visceral messiness of what’s happening while the sub isn’t… mmmm

I think Hannibal should stick his gloved fingers in Will’s mouth and force him to suck on them. Maybe even smear the saliva across his face while he’s at it

Hannibal has awakened me to the eroticism of medical gloves in a big way. Something about how the cold and impersonal vibes they give everything, and the way the dom is insulated from the visceral messiness of what’s happening while the sub isn’t… mmmm

So much of Hannibal’s Deal in the TV show is taking a profound and perverse delight in deceiving others about his true nature and knowing they will never truly discern or understand how he thinks, and marinating in the loneliness that that prolonged masquerade provokes. And what’s queerer than that combination of affects

I have such a weird relationship with Posting right now. Specifically, with posting effortful, long(er) form writing like fic and meta. It’s stuff I really have fun writing, and I find it fulfilling to have projects to work on. But I just… don’t look forward to actually posting them publicly on the internet, and sometimes it actively feels bad to do so.

This isn’t a case of “if you’re not enjoying creating stuff, take a break,” because I really am enjoying it! I love thinking about the show, I’m still having a ton of new ideas of what to write on, and I’m always pretty happy and engaged while I’m writing. It’s just that finishing things and posting them makes me feel… idk, sadness? dread? resignation? It’s like the joy I felt while making something isn’t going out into the world, it’s just kind of dissolving into nothingness. I’m not entirely sure what to do about this.

Those memes about grocery shopping when you’re hungry vs not hungry except it’s writing fanfic when you’re horny vs not horny, in which the former sees you adding in all sorts of unhinged and insane shit

medievaljournalist:

unfortunately the awful little freak everyone hates has saved the world so now we all have to try to be nice

(via ciaran)

Jesus Christ Superstar is a story about activist burnout