Posting Hannibal related memes until they save Hannibal, day 1023.

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Hannibal Behind the scenes Hugh Dancy

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Drew some goofy ahh Hannibal fanart this week-

These 2 might be my new favourites. Especially the 2nd one.

Digestivo (S3 E7) in a nutsell

What would happen if Nezha and Ao Bing from Nezha (2019), Jiang Ziya, Yang Jian and the Lego Monkie Kid gang, got warped into a videogame, (like something in Jumanji), where they each go into the body of a famous historical figure, Napoleon Bonaparte, Alexander the Great, Charlamagne, Atilla the Hun, King Arthur, Pharaoh Thutmose III? I just think it would be hilarious Nezha as George Washington or Napoleon in the game. Nezha / George Washington ruling, with a bald eagle on his shoulder and a giant American flag (maybe paired with sunglasses). Though Sun Wukong as Napoleon would be funny too. Maybe Jiang Ziya is Pharoah Thutmose III? And Mei is Catherine the Great? I’m not sure.

Or something along the lines of that DC Legends of Tomorrow episode I watched. Like the demons go back in history and kidnap George Washington and Nezha has to pretend to be George Washington until the Lego Monkie Kid gang save the real George Washington.

I just got this from Bing Chat, never heard of these historical figures honestly, MK as Julius Caesar, Pigsy as Henry VIII, Red Son as Attila the Hun, Macaque as Hannibal Barca, Tang as Ashoka, and Sandy as Saladin, and Yang Jian as Charlemagne.

Ooh but Nezha as Alexander the Great would be cool. Mei as Joan of Arc. Just like folk heroes that are real or could have been real (but not confirmed), world conqueror’s and stuff like Boudica, William Wallace, Constantine, Augustus Caesar, El Cid, Sparticus, Sundiata Keita, William Tell. Abraham Lincoln? Maybe King Leonidas (MK), and they would imitate the THIS IS SPARTA meme.

I honestly havent seen Jiang Ziya to answer things about him yet but the story sounds very interesting.

I can imagine some historical shennanigans occuring because of a time-travelling artifact Sun Wukong had in his treasury.

Also the LMK cast might have trouble passing themeselves off as different historical figures depending on how they looked.

Except maybe Pigsy as Henry the VIII. The english court would see a pig-man in the king's clothes and think; "Huh. Henry's looking thinner."

I love the idea of MK yelling historical movie memes depending on where they are XD

XI - Change one thing about a scene - how do you think it alters the narrative? How do the people in it react?

MAN this question is almost too good I'm a real sucker for a moment of diverging canon and my brain loves to stroll as far down these meander paths as possible and never return. SO. At great risk of stumbling into one that gets me too invested and then it's a fic idea...

...HM I think the pure chance of the coin flip in Takiawase is calling to me. It's such a chain of dominoes! Hannibal administers naloxone and saves Bella -> Jack is in the hospital visiting her, so Beverly can't bring her evidence about the switched kidneys to Jack -> Hannibal is also at the hospital and Beverly hears about it, so she breaks into his home, finds his basement -> Hannibal returns at the opportune time to confront and murder her.

Does any of that happen if the coin lands on the other side? I imagine if he'd chosen not to intercede and save Bella, Hannibal might think to make a tableau out of her death. It would be an apt way to both wound Jack and, in his mind, honor her. Jack would worry and send out search parties despite probably understanding that she had left to go die somewhere he wouldn't see it happen. He would pray to see her again and Hannibal would be able to answer that prayer with some dish he brought Jack to console him in his grief, and then by revealing her body as a grand artwork - possibly the one that exonerates Will? but I also don't think he fully resolves to do that until Will tries to have him murdered.

That Jack would be in his office and Beverly could bring her theorizing with Will to him might alter those plans - but I think the more narratively compelling idea might be that it doesn't. No fun for Hannibal to get caught so early on in the game! Maybe Jack tells her it's an interesting theory and encourages her in his subtle way to get the hard evidence and come back, because he doesn't know if he's willing to believe it yet. She doesn't have the same opportunity to pick the lock and play while the cat's away, so maybe she lives a little longer. Maybe Beverly gets used instead of Miriam Lass to help frame Chilton later on, I dunno. That's more my incredulity with the Lazarus Situation of Miriam staying alive in cold storage for three years if there's a more readily available way to make that plot point work. If I spin out too much further I will be here ALL week ok. ok. That's something. That's a self-contained idea

[headcanons to sound off every hour ask meme]

‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ — will for hannibal

meme response——— long lost prompts

There was no moment where Hannibal wasn’t acutely aware of Will’s location, even as he shied toward the edges of the room, avoiding as much small talk as he could. Unfortunately, the mask of a new identity had done little to alleviate his anxieties, leaving Will to fend on his own while Hannibal glad-handed under a new pseudonym about a life that wasn’t his. Antiquities and art had always been a personal passion, leaving Hannibal to speak on the subject like he’d been working in the field his entire life, fabricating a professional background in 16th century Eastern European architecture that had lead them to Niasvizh. It felt enough like home that there was a rind of sentimentality to Belarus, despite only traveled to Minsk for a day or two at a time. In opposition to the biting weather, the people had been kind, outgoing even, as far as Slavs were concerned. Hannibal had taken little time to assimilate, folding in with his new coworkers as easily as ever, allowing both he and Will the time and space to socialize.

The pair had hopped from one country to the next over several years, lingering longer and growing roots in cities where they couldn’t be extradited back to Washington when paranoia took hold. Until the chatter following Francis Dolarhyde died down, they stayed largely under the radar, leaving Hannibal to find amusement in his art and his books like he was back in prison, entertaining himself for months on end. The key difference being that the only thing that kept him afloat then was the chance of seeing Will again and now—--

The air shifted as Will approached Hannibal from behind, prompting a half turn to regard the approach in his periphery. His breath was warm against the shell of Hannibal’s ear, prickling gooseflesh along his neck as he tilted fractionally closer. 

“I’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind.”

Hannibal made no outward tell to how the confession affected him, his expression stoic save the twitching of the corners of his mouth toward a smile. In the subtle language they’d developed in silence, it was Hannibal blushing in delighted arousal. He caught Will’s eyes he righted himself, making known his approval for the gesture, however underhanded. Hannibal enjoyed Will’s manipulation of him, invited it even, where it had improved and delighted him more and more as time went on. This was a ploy for abandoning the function early, baiting him back home with the promise of implied carnality.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you,” he replied tenderly, hoping that when the time did come, it would be Will’s hands around his neck. For a brief moment, he turned back to his conversation, smiling in the polite way that he did when he would be bearing unfortunate news. “Doctors, forgive me, but there’s an emergency at home that cannot wait. Let me make it up to you next week.”

MEME FROM THE HANNIBAL EPISODE “SU ZUKANA”

“The great outdoors. I get the attraction. In the summer.” “More flavorful and firm than farmed specimens.” “We will absorb this experience. It will change us.” “None of our actions were personal.” “You thought I was a killer.” “The greatest crime now would be to walk away from what we've shared and suffered. In many ways, we need each other. We are the only ones who will know what this feels like.” “I agree with the pagans. The horse is divine.” “All beasts of burden are sacred animals.” “This kind of mutilation usually presents as cult activity.” “This is every bit as much about giving life as it is taking it.” “You are no more at fault for what happened to you than if you had been bitten by a mad dog.” “Doing bad things to bad people makes us feel good.” “It would actually have been more therapeutic if you had killed him.” “Too much has happened for us not to talk about this.” “I would change many things, but not that we ended up here.” “The uterus isn't always such a safe, forgiving environment. Shark fetuses cannibalize each other in utero. And chances are very good everybody in this room absorbed a twin.” “I don't want you to see me. I don't want you to see what I do.”

“I want to calm you, comfort you.”

“There's so much comfort in darkness.” “I hope that the forces of death and biology will bring you rebirth.” “How is this healing?” “Are you feeling under stress?” “Rebirths can only ever be symbolic.”

“You've been reborn.” “Last time, it nearly destroyed you.”

“Last time, you nearly destroyed me.” “You may have to pretend, but I don't.” “I don't expect you to admit anything.” “I prefer sins of omission to outright lies.” “Do you fantasize about killing me?” “Every human being is capable of committing acts of great cruelty.” “They think I'm weird.” “It’s fine to be weird.” “Everybody loves a sinner redeemed.” “Anger is an energizing emotion.” “If you really want to kill [NAME] wait until you can get away with it. Or find someone to do it for you.” “I didn't kill anyone.” “No one will believe me.” “Right now I'm feeling inconvenienced.” “Society needs caring people.” “Society needs a few psychopaths to keep the rest of us on our toes.” “There is no evidence I did this.” “You've been expressing a lot of rage recently.” “People take out their resentments on those closest to them.” “You're destroying your life.” “Some will say this was a long time coming.” “You look like a man who has suffered an irrevocable loss.” “I need to be saved from who you perceive me to be.” “Many troublesome behaviors strike when you are uncertain of yourself.” “I'm alone in that darkness.” “You’re not alone, [NAME]. I’m standing right beside you.” “Is your social worker in that horse?” “I used to have a horrible fear of hurting anything.” “An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.” “What was done to you was cruelty for cruelty's sake.” “I envy you your hate. It makes it easier when you know how to feel.” “Might want to crawl back in there if you know what's good for you.” “I'm the victim here.” “Pick up the hammer.” “It won’t feel the same. It won’t feel like killing me.” “I could never entirely predict you.” “I can feed the caterpillar, and I can whisper through the chrysalis, but what hatches follows its own nature and is beyond me.”

If you’ve found the past few days in British politics tumultuous, spare a thought for the chair of the 1922 Committee, Sir Graham Brady, who reportedly returned to work on Monday after a half-term break in Athens to a pile of letters from rebellious Tory MPs trying to oust Liz Truss. We can only imagine his serenity as he contemplated the wonder of democracy at the Parthenon, before wandering into Westminster, putting down his carrier bag of duty free, and asking:“What did I miss?”

Just a little, Graham! Over the past few days, Truss’s entire government agenda has been rewritten – and worse still, not even by her. Today’s emergency statement by the new chancellor, Jeremy Hunt, confirmed the kind of change in direction that typically causes whiplash: almost all of the remaining tax cuts from the mini-budget have been scrapped, with even Truss’s flagship plan to cap rising energy prices scaled back.

Watching Hunt set out the new plans with the union jack behind him, it was hard to tell who exactly was the prime minister. It was all very “the military has taken control of the airwaves”. Penny Mordaunt later explained to the House of Commons as she stood in for Truss: “The prime minister is not under a desk.” Always good to clarify. At this point, Truss is less prime minister and more a competition winner, like aprimary school pupil given a tour of parliament and told they are allowed to “run the country for a day” while the grownups actually make the decisions.

Unfortunately for the rest of us, the “grownups” include a health secretary who hates certain commas more than smokers giving children cancer, a chancellor whose nemesis is junior doctors, and Grant Shapps. Not that you’d notice. The standard for leadership in this country is now so low that the Conservatives could appoint Hannibal Lecter to steady the ship and sections of the British commentariat would praise him as a “safe pair of hands”.

Hunt hasn’t specified as yet which public services will face the squeeze to make up the estimated £72bn shortfall, but he will require “all departments”, including health, to make “difficult decisions”.

“Savings” has a comforting implication of efficiency – some fat that can safely be trimmed. Rather than, y’know, brutal cuts to already collapsing public services that are only “needed” to offset the government’s own disastrous choices.

On the grand list of obscenities the Conservative party has inflicted over the past 12 years in power, further wrecking public services in order to pay for its own foul-up, all as poverty and needs spiral, is surely up there. Truss is launching Austerity 2.0 with a mandate so nonexistent that even her own chancellor didn’t vote for her. The government is essentially now just a living embodiment of the hotdog costume meme, crashing in and surveying the economic carnage while promising it will find the guy who did this.

Don’t panic, though, because the Tory party is already lining up its next guy. Senior Conservatives are said to be holding talks this week that could lead to the swift removal of Truss as leader. To which anyone’s response is likely, “PLEASE GOD NO. NOT ANOTHER ONE.” The idea that the solution to Truss’s premiership is to go back to the Conservative membership is very much like seeing the police tape up a crime scene and inviting the murderer to return to have another go.

Even Tory MPs seem to think so – there is talk that they could draw up a shortlist of two candidates, and agree among themselves who would be PM and deputy to avoid going to the members. As they lurch on to their fifth leader in six years, we risk running through the entire Conservative party in ever decreasing quality until every single Tory MP has had a go. By 2024, the next PM will be the chasm where Suella Braverman’s soul should be. Or a lettuce.

I don’t know about you, but I spend much of my day now pondering how I’ll survive the next two years until a general election, a plan that so far involves drinking bucket-gin and living off-grid. It’s not like we’re guaranteed electricity this winter anyway. As mortgage rates rise and food banks have to ration provisions, Britain is feeling increasingly uninhabitable. Indeed, if the government’s cost-cutting plan to let patients get antibiotics without seeing a GP goes ahead, we may have all been wiped out by mass antibiotic resistance by then anyway. At this point, I’d class that as a merciful escape.

Posting Hannibal related memes until they save Hannibal, day 1024.

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I am asking you about your gallon tub of animal crackers from november 2019

Oh, man. Oh, god. My gallon tub of animal crackers will never be forgotten. I want the now-empty jug to be buried with me

So Canadian universities have reading week every mid-semester, where we basically get a no-strings-attached week off. We wanted to use our Fall 2019 semester one to go to NYC together, as my girlfriend at the time's grandmother would be on a different trip and let us stay in her really nice upper east side apartment. So being used to long-haul plane rides and sleeping in weird positions on them, we booked the overnight greyhound trip from Toronto to NYC, assuming we could just sleep on the bus and be there by morning.

This was not the case.

It was fucking brutal. We'd never been on a long-haul bus before, but you can not sleep on them. It's impossible. No matter, we had a few stopovers in different bus stations scattered about NY switching buses. We could get a few haphazard hours on the plastic rows of chairs there, right?

Wrong. We have a problem with hostile architecture, but America takes it to a nuclear extent. Every chair had a metal divider, none of them were comfortable enough to sleep sitting up on. If we tried to sleep on the floor with our coats as blankets, the guard would kick us awake and yell at us until we sat on the chairs. By an hour into our first stopover in Buffalo, it was abundantly clear we would not be sleeping tonight.

So I went across the street and started talking to the clerk at the 24 hour convenience store about the intricacies of mimosas when my sleep deprived bloodshot eyes land on a treasure I would never see in Canada: a gallon tub of animal crackers filled to the brim. For 2 dollars.

2 dollars.

My world was expanding. I was getting culture shock and discovering myself in the land of the eagle all at once. 2 dollars for a gallon of animal crackers. A plastic jug filled with hopes and dreams and the feeling of understanding Twin Peaks. I've been a stoner atheist for as long as I can remember, but that was the closest I will ever come to witnessing the smiling gracious face of God bestowing his gifts of bountiful plenty upon me, at 4 in the morning in a convenience store in Buffalo, NY. I had to be reading the label wrong. $1.99. It had to be a mislabel. Animal crackers: 1 gallon. I was so overcome with the feelings of joy and ecstasy that I bought it immediately.

I tucked my spoils of war under my jacket and ran back to the bus station as quick as a Hunger Games contestant spotting the cornucopia before their untimely demise. I kicked the door open like the "MOM. HOLY FUCK" meme and dashed back like sonic the hedgehog. I hold up the gallon tub of animal crackers like that batshit monkey held up Pride Rock's future king, and the eyes I was met with paralleled the raucous applause of the gathered animal kingdom. How ironic that we were about to consume the idols of our avatars in a Hannibal Lecter-esque display of voyeuristic self-cannibalism. 2 dollar gallon tub of animal crackers had saved our disgusting night.

We sat on the floor cross-legged and put the jug in the middle, and started wordlessly shoving animal crackers into our hungry mouths like abandoned baby birds who were found by a caring animal shelter. We felt like Oliver Twist if he got some more. We felt like that film guy you know watching Pulp Fiction for the first time. We felt like a child coming back from Halloween, confronted by the array of luxurious feasting awaiting him, the pillow case dumped out and splayed upon the dinner table while their parents check for party drugs.

Over the course of the night, we ate the entire jug. I've never regretted a junk food bender less. It felt like I ate that nectar shit from Percy Jackson.

I will never forget it. I will never forget how the 2 dollar gallon jug of animal crackers briefly cured my mental illness. If I could distill that feeling into a powder and sell it as a coke alternative I would be a billionaire without any of the exploitation.

my blog is very ugly right now and i don’t have my about pages up / completed but i’m still imploring u to send me some memes, please check out the Vibes of each character below to see who u might be wanting to talk to 💞

nine - 19, works in a touristy psychic shop in salem with her aunt diana, is best at tarot cards ( can always pull out all the nines without looking whenever she wants to show off ) but she’s also good at tea leaf reading, palm reading, and past life regressions. nine hand dyes shirts, scarves, bags, etc and puts together tea blends that the shop sells. she’s got a huge extended family in the salem area but has never been very close with her cousins ( not for lack of trying ). has a crippling addiction to slurpees. is allergic to the outdoors but appreciates it from afar. soft, dreamy but still practical virgo vibes af. 

on her birthday, september 9th, nine suffered from a nosebleed and a fainting spell -- afterwards her connection to her tarot decks seemed much stronger, with the cards sometimes feeling hot or cold to the touch as if they were alive and her readings being much more intense, pointed, specific, and immediate.

sunhwa - 21, as good at reading people as horses are said to be, was an equestrian champion through high school, planned to forego college so she could compete nationally and internationally but when she was 19 she was thrown from her horse during a competition and severely injured her leg, effectively ending her plans to continue competing. sunhwa’s mostly healed up, though she still has a slightly noticeable limp, and is now saving up money to get a degree in elementary physical education. she works at least three jobs at any time in salem, usually in the restaurant or bartending industry. one of her current jobs is at a midnight cookie drop. sunhwa’s very much the “grouchy until you get to know her” vibes, at which point she becomes ride or die with all of her friends. she still has her competition horse kept in a stable just outisde of salem that she tries to visit on the weekends and ride for fun as often as possible. 

on september 9th, sunhwa suffered from a nosebleed and a fainting spell -- in the days following she realized her offhand talent for reading people had intensified tenfold, giving her an intense sensation of knowing people upon first meeting or seeing them. this sensation is accompanied often times by just a feeling but occasionally sunhwa gets glimpses of their thoughts, feels what the other person is experiencing, or gets a hint of that person’s immediate or far-off future. this sensation is stronger whenever the person is or will be deeply connected with sunhwa.

hal - 22, full name “hannibal” but he just goes by hal with friends and family. recently his grandmother moved in with the rest of his family, so hal moved into her house just outside of salem to take care of it and her extensive backyard garden while his family gets things settled. he’s always been a really ambitious student, which translates naturally to him being in his third year at harvard studying classical history and literature. hal keeps himself nearly constantly busy, whether it’s with schoolwork, hanging out with his multitudes of different friend groups, doing research with/for one of his professors, or working on his own personal research that he plans to take into graduate school in the next few years to use as his thesis. hal’s always had vivid dreams -- when he was younger they’d be centered around the books he was read before bed, and as he’s gotten older they’ve shifted to include the history and times he researches or plots from books and movies he’s read/seen. when he was in high school hal taught himself how to lucid dream and could control the direction or content of his dreams to an extent. 

on september 9th, hal suffered from a nosebleed and a fainting spell -- afterwards his lucid dreaming skills increased, allowing him to completely re-shape his regular dreams, but he also began to experience different kinds of dreams, ones that he couldn’t control but could simply play a pre-determined part in, dreams that felt more like re-acted memories than anything else. aspects of these new dreams began to appear in his everyday life, sprinkled in with references to history. before brutus decided to assassinate caesar, notes would appear in his room, messages painted on the walls of rome, urging him to act -- are you awake, brutus? what are you doing, brutus? hal sees these same messages scrawled across the red-brick walls of cambridge, except they’re addressed to him -- ARE YOU AWAKE, HANNIBAL? it’s when he knows for sure something is starting, and he’s part of it.