#I've been watching hannibal again can you tell

[blorbocedes]

inspired by @sionisjaune's tags and THIS nico in glasses art by the incredibly talented @movieboyfriend

Becoming a sports psychologist had been easier than Nico expected. 

All he needed was a bachelor's, which he already had, and a Masters' degree which took 18 months and submitting a paper on eating disorders to achieve. Board certification was annoying, Nico just doesn't have that kind of time, but the workaround was simply calling himself a 'performance enchancing counselor.' A corner office in Monaco, a shiny plaque with his name on it, and a star studded roster of athletes and C-list celebrities he'd hosted parties for during his influencer days for potential clientele, he was all set.

F1 hadn't been the goal but at the same time... who better than Nico, who knew exactly how motorsport could chew you out? His karting dreams were long over, but the smell of gasoline and burnt tyres and the roar of the crowd is still his forte. It just so happened Formula One decided mental health awareness was totally in style now, and one of their main sponsors held an event on mindfulness and how it can be achieved drinking more Heineken. Having a father for a World Champion is helpful, when it means one has lifetime passes, and this had been a prime networking goldmine; not for the drivers themselves and their fragile egos at the implication of psychological help -- but sliding his practice's embossed gold card in the suit jacket of one Toto Wolff.

Lewis saw therapy as something good and necessary, but ultimately for other people. And then Abu Dhabi happened. And then the W-13. And Toto had mentioned what Keke Rosberg's son was up to, how it could possibly help him out of his slump, and hearing that name after so long made Lewis' usual 'thanks but not for me' die at the tip of his tongue.

"I'm not going to imply whether all your issues stem from trying to make your father proud or ask you about your childhood. I would remember. I was there." Nico had smiled over his thin-rimmed circular glasses, with that knowing sparkle during their first unofficial session and Lewis was sold.

"As long as you don't expect me to call you 'doctor,' man. Jeez, who would've thought? Dr. Nico Rosberg."

After that, every week unless he's in LA, Lewis finds himself in Nico's chic Monaco office. It's not stuffy like a therapist's office; a turquoise wall and Nico's dad's helmet is on a shelf display, a German national Team jersey hanging on the wall, there's even a YouTube million subscribers golden plate. Lewis is sprawled on the bean bag, the sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows hitting in beams, and not for the first time Lewis has to reconcile the kid he knew has grown up into the adult in distinguished glasses and same golden blonde hair in front of him. Nico dresses like he's about to give a TedTalk, in his monochrome tee and blazer combo, and that somehow puts Lewis more at ease.

"The car's been so fucking shit. I'm not here to fight for, what, p10? That's not me. And the team..." Lewis rants, and it's so freeing to be able to call the car shit without adding in how they're improving bit by bit and other optimistic platitudes that don't mean shit in terms of the championship.

"And the team's been prioritizing Russell over you, I can see how that can be a source of frustration." Nico finishes.

"What? No. He's not -- the team's not. I'm saying, it's annoying enough the car isn't where we were promised it was gonna be, and now every week I'm getting asked if I want to retire, like what's this all for?" Lewis is momentarily taken aback by Nico's claim. Is that what people think? The team... well, George has adapted to the car easier and has been finishing above him but he hadn't felt any particular favouritism from the team... Although he's been the one running experimental setups and helping the team collect data while his teammate gets dubbed Mr. Saturday. The seed of doubt towards the team makes him frown.

"You don't want to retire. Not until the 8th." Nico points out decisively, getting up from his armchair to walk behind Lewis where his plants are.

"I don't. Even if no one believes me, apparently." Lewis rolls his eyes, hearing as Nico spritzes his plants. He could've sworn they were fake.

Lewis feels a hand on his shoulder, surprising him. "You're just going to have to prove them wrong. Like you always do." Nico smiles down at him with absolute conviction, squeezing it once, and then the weight is gone; Nico moving back to his chair.

The gesture was friendly, but it makes something flare inside Lewis. Something about Nico, maybe the fact he can open up to him the way he can't even with the team; maybe because Nico knew him before seven titles, before he was anyone, makes Lewis instinctively trust him in a way he rarely does with new people. But Nico isn't new, even if the glasses are. Lewis finds himself wanting to know more, wanting to fill the gap between the years.

"Now, let's go over your daily mindfulness affirmations..."

#his ass is NOT board certified 😂🤣😂🤣😂 #I've been watching hannibal again can you tell #Nico isn't a doctor but he also doesn't correct anyone if they call him that... #medical malpractice my beloved #I'm gonna let you guys interpret this one 🫣 #my fics #f1 rpf #brocedes #first thing I've written in a hot second 😳 require praise...

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Busy (Hannibal Lecter)

Description: Y/N is needy but Hannibal is busy

Warning: Smut

Word Count:1,100k

She huffed and puffed as she waited for Hannibal to get done with paperwork. He was taking too long and she was getting needy. It was clear that he wouldn’t be done anytime soon. “I won’t be done for some time, love. Think you can wait?” He asked her but in reality it wasn’t even him asking, it was more of him telling her that she had to wait. What was taking him so long with paperwork? Between her legs was achy and has been since before he started. She knew that she couldn’t wait any longer for him to be done. She thought about touching herself but was worried that Hannibal would be done before she would and he would punish her. He hated when she took matters into her own hands. So she walked into his office in hopes he was almost done or even better yet done.

He was still working which caused her to let out a sigh that caught his attention. He looked over at her “I’m not done yet.” He stated. She walked in the room more. “But Hanni, I've been waiting for hours. I don’t know how much longer I can take.” She whined, dramatically. He rolled his eyes at her. “You’re just gonna have to wait it out.” He tells her. “But Hanni, I'm dripping wet.” She tells him and walks closer to him. He looked over at her and noticed that she was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of panties. She smirks and takes one of his hands between her legs. He feels her soaking wet panties and looks up at her.

She had pleading eyes that begged him to help her with some relief. He pulled his hand away from her panties and turned back to his work. She sighed and was about to start begging again. “If you want to get off it’ll have to be on my thigh.” He said without looking at her. They’ve never done that before. “Y-Your thigh?” She asked. He hummed in reply. “To get off you will hump my thigh or you will not get off at all.” She didn’t have any option and that was clear so she removed her dripping panties from herself and was about to take off her shirt, well his shirt before he stopped her. “Leave my shirt on.” He tells her.

She straddled his thigh and sat down on it. She moved around a bit trying to find the right angle that would hit perfect. Once she did she began moving. Her hips moved slowly as she wrapped her arms around him. He wasn’t paying attention to her which annoyed her but at least she could get off. She stared at the side of his face as her hips moved a little faster. Her clit hitting a perfect spot on his dress pants making her moan in his ear. That almost caught his attention but not quite. Her breathing started to pick up and it started feeling really good. “Hanni fuck your thigh feels so good.” She whined in his ear.

That caught his attention and he stopped what he was doing. He leaned back in his seat and watched his wife fuck herself on his thigh like a bitch in heat. His hands were on her hips helping her move. Her warm gush was all over his pant leg now but he didn’t care. “You’re making such a mess on my pants, dear.” He teased. She couldn’t form words so she moaned in response. His hand traveled up her body to her boobs. He squeezed them, making her gasp out his name. He leaned forward and started kissing her neck marking her as his own. She started panting like a dog, so close to her release that she’s been craving. Hannibal pulled back a little and watched her. “Are you close?” He asked. “Yes baby so close.” She moaned. He thought about letting her cum all over his thigh but wanted to feel her cum on his dick even more.

He lifted her on the table stopping her from cumming. She gasped and he stood up to unbutton his pants and pull them down. She watched as he got rid himself of his clothing and sat back down in the chair. He pulled her back down on him and entered her making her gasp out his name. The feeling of her leaking all over his dick was the best feeling in the world to him. He started thrusting up into her giving her no time to breathe or adjust. She was letting out loud moans and whines as he fuckked up into her. He was groaning himself, loving the feeling of her tight pussy gripping him. The chair was making noises as his hips slammed up into her. Her breath was being taken away from her as the pleasure got better and better. “Hanni fuck.” She almost screamed.

His angle was perfect but he was tired of thrusting up into her so he set her on the table and started thrusting again. She gripped his back and moaned as sweat dripped down their bodies and on to the now ruined paperwork. He didn’t care at the moment, too focused on his wife pleasure. He held her tight to him as he felt himself near the edge. He was a gentleman and always let her cum first. He reached down between them and started rubbing her clit. If she wasn’t screaming before she was definitely screaming now. One last thrust of his hips and she was cumming all over him. Her orgasm was intense due to her waiting hours to release. He let go right after her with a grunt. The feeling of him cumming inside of her was the best feeling to her. She loved it and if she wasn’t so tired she could cum again.

Both of them panting and riding out the pleasure until it was gone. She whined a little as he pulled out of her. He took his shirt off her and threw it somewhere in the office. He made a mental note to pick it up before tomorrow's session with Will. He picked her up from off the table forgetting about the paperwork. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. She let out a yawn as he carried her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and got in it with her. He sighed and pulled her into his chest. She was already asleep. 

“Hey Hannibal, why is your shirt in here?” Will asked. Fuck

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[slasher-male-wife]

Horror characters with a s/o who does ballet

I did ballet when I was like 4 before I was diagnosed with ADHD and I did enjoy it but I didn't keep doing it. I've just been thinking about ballet lately and I decided to write about it.

Includes: Hannibal Lecter, Asa Emory, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, and Amanda Young

Warnings: GN reader mostly but one bullet on each section mentions a male reader, internalized homophobia?, regular homophobia, mentions of murder, mentions of saw traps in Amanda's section, mentions of torture, vague cannibalism in Hannibal's section

Hannibal Lecter

When you tell him you do ballet he's immediately interested. Hannibal enjoys the finer things in life and ballet is something he's happy to indulge in.

He's rich so he's happy to help pay for whatever you need. Ballet shoes can be very expensive but he's willing to help you pay for them.

Ballet is physically demanding and he's happy to help you sooth the aches and pains on your body. Will help you with ice baths or rubbing your aching muscles.

Will go to all of your shows, even if you're barely in it. He doesn't care he's going to be there to watch you dance, and will bring you flowers after every performance.

If you practice at home he's there to help you, giving his advice as someone who's been to many opera and ballet shows.

He probably has a lot of hair products for his hair because he's kind of a diva. So if you need hair gel or hairspray for your costume he's got your back.

If you're a man and someone makes fun of you for doing ballet they're getting eaten. I think he'd do something clever like a tongue dish or he poses the body in some kind of ballet pose.

Asa Emory

Like Hannibal Asa loves the finer things in life. He's pretty rich considering he has all these torture devices and a hotel. So you having a more expensive job/hobby is not a big deal to him.

He will try to sneak in bug related things into things you can customize. If you're doing a dance related to bugs in any way he's asking you all about it and will honestly want to make things as accurate as possible.

Will want to watch you practice because he just likes seeing you in dance and shift into different positions. He's always interested in human limits both physical and mental so seeing you stretch your body while dancing is interesting to him.

Like I said, Asa is rich and he doesn't have a problem buying you things for your job/hobby. If you're allowed to customize parts of your practice clothes or shoes he'll try to get it bug related in some kind of way.

He might take inspiration from your dancing and will pose victims or put them in traps that are ballet related.

He loves classical music so listening to you practicing with music over and over again isn't a problem to him. He's put himself through worse so listening to his partners dance music over and over again isn't that bad.

Just like Hannibal, if you're a man and someone makes fun of you for doing ballet he's going to put them through a lot of torture, like more than normal. He was a little unsure about you being a man and doing ballet but he got over it quickly.

Michael Myers

He's heard of ballet but the extent of his knowledge on it is just that it's 'fancy dancing'. Once he sees you dancing, because when he's not killing he's watching you, he's pretty interested in it. As interested as Michael can be in something.

He likes how graceful you look while dancing. He could watch you for hours, just sitting still and watching you dancing. He'll probably touch and feel your ballet shoes when you're not using them.

If you ask him to help you break in your shoes and explain to him you just hit them on the floor he's very willing to help you. You'll have to watch him to make sure he doesn't genuinely ruin them.

He's confused about how you're getting bruises and hurt feet when you're "just dancing" but his concern isn't really noticeable aside from him leaving out ice packs for you.

If you're doing a dance where you're being more 'physical' with your dancing partner he's going to be jealous about it. You'll have to make it up to him with lots of candy and avoiding other men.

If you're a man and you do ballet he doesn't see why that's something weird. He's been locked up inside a mental hospital for 16 years so he doesn't really understand gender roles.

But if someone makes you feel back for doing ballet as a man and Michael hears about it, he's killing them for you.

Vincent Sinclair

He is so interested in you doing ballet. He wants to hear all about the type of ballet you do and how long you've been doing it. If you memorized any dances he wants you to do them for him.

I have a feeling that Vincent can sew to some degree. Like he can take old clothes and customize them. He'll probably make/find you clothes you can practice in and maybe even costumes.

He listens to classical/opera music already so if you want to practice or perform for him it's really no problem at all to him.

Finding you actual ballet shoes might be an issue. He'd suggest making you some but quickly realize he can't. He'll bribe/guilt Bo into going out and getting you ballet shoes.

Will probably make some figures into ballet dancers because you're one. His art is going to include a lot more ballet themes in it. Will love to sketch you in different outfits and poses.

Anything remotely ballet themed from a victim is going to you. If Vincent sees some clothes or an item you'd like or could use in your dancing he'll tell Bo to be careful with that item when he kills them, or he'll kill the victim himself.

If you're a guy and a victim makes fun of you for doing ballet they're getting turned into a figure alive like Wayne was. If his brothers make fun of you cough cough Bo he'll defend you and probably bring up something about them. "You do ballet Y/N? Didn't take you for a pansy." (Vincent signing) "Remember your emo phase when you wore eyeliner every day?"

Amanda Young

She wanted to do ballet as a kid but she probably wasn't very good at it and her parents took her out. So when she hears you do ballet she wants to hear all about it and will ask if you can teach her some.

Loves any kind of ballet outfits, especially if it's in darker colors and adores seeing you in practice clothes or costumes for shows.

Will brag to Hoffman about how talented her partner is at ballet and how shes so lucky to have you as a partner.

She'll probably take inspiration from the dance you're currently practicing or the process of breaking in your shoes when she's making a new trap for someone.

Loves watching you practice too. She finds the movements so satisfying and the music to be calming. If you practice at home she'll probably stretch with you.

Will love to help you do your hair and or makeup for a performance. She likes participating in your interests and helping you get ready is something she's happy to do.

If you're a man and someone makes fun of you for doing ballet she's finding a reason to put them in a trap. Hoffman will probably make fun of you doing ballet if you're a man so she'll get back at him in another way.

#hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter x reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #michael myers x you #michael myers x y/n #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x y/n #amanda young x reader #amanda young #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[muxshwriting]

from eden

Will Graham x sister!reader

summary: Will tries to protect his sister from himself and his life, only to push her even closer to it || warnings: knives, blood, gore, graphic injury, death, murder || words: 985 || masterlist

You're sitting on your brother's porch, watching the sun rise as you wait for him. The ground is frozen over, as it often is during winter mornings and your breath forms a mist in front of you. The front door opens and Winston comes running to greet you. Will follows him out and you turn towards him.

"Morning."

"Good morning." His voice is stilted, like he's on edge. "Listen, this isn't a good time..."

"Oh, have you got work or-"

"Yeah. Something like that."

Your mood drops at his rejection. "Ok. I've got the book you asked for and some stuff for the dogs." You offer the bag that was beside you.

"Thanks."

~~

You're sitting outside his door again, waiting for Will to arrive home. Life hadn't been great recently and sometimes all you need is your brother. A car pulls up to the house and two men get out. Will and someone dressed in a very fancy suit.

"Will!" You call out to him and both men turn to face you. Will walks over to you and offers you a hand to stand.

"Hannibal, this is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is Hannibal Lecter, we work together at the FBI."

"It's nice to meet you." You begin.

Will interrupts you. "What do you need?" He glances back to Hannibal and then to you.

Is this why Will was so distant lately? Becuase he made a new friend? "It's fine Will. It's nothing. I was just leaving anyway." You bite back your emotions and wave a goodbye before getting in your car and driving away from your brother and his new friend Hannibal Lecter.

~~

Jack Crawford calls.

Will's been arrested for a string of murders. Your heart is in your mouth and you find yourself running to the bathroom and emptying your stomach in the toilet. You can hear a muffled question through the phone but the words aren't clear and your head is spinning.

You find yourself on his porch again. Winston's head is laying across your lap and it's the only thing keeping your grounded. Stray tears run down your chin before you can wipe them away and the wind makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

~~

Will was released and aquitted from prison months ago. You know he's seen you walking in the woods near his cabin but he doesn't say anything. He doesn't call and he doesn't text you back anymore. It's like he isn't your brother.

"What's going on Will?"

He's standing outside your door, sweat glistening on his forehead and a distinct bloodstain on his cuffs. The pain in his eyes is immeasurable and his hands shake slightly.

"We need to go. Hannibal is crazy, he's going to try and kill you. We need to go."

Before you can reply, his phone rings. He shows the contact to you and it's Hannbial ringing him. You can't get your head around what Will is talking about. Hannbial is trying to kill you? You've met the man once. Maybe Will is going crazy like Alana said he was. Maybe he's not your brother anymore.

Will is pushing you out of the door, telling you to meet him at his place before he picks up the call and starts talking.

You're running. The woods are so familiar to you, bringing you a sene of comfrot as you reach the beaten path you alway take. The cabin draws nearer and a dog comes to greet you as you run towards them all.

Someone's already on the porch, standing stall and shrouded in darkness.

Your steps come to patterned stop as you stare at the figure. Tentatively you reach for you phone and switch on the torch. Hannibal is standing there, knife in hand, blood dripping from his fingers.

"Hannibal?" Your voice is quiet, afraid.

He smiles, sending a shiver down your spine as you turn and run back towrds the wood. In your panic, your foot twists and you fall to the ground. Hannibal stalks towards you, his smirk growing wider as the knife is raised.

You fumble to your feet, heart thundering as footsteps follow you into the woods. Your phone rings. It's Will.

"Will! Help me. Hannibal's here." You're yelling into the phone, not caring if Hannibal can hear whre you are. Will is yelling back down the phone telling you to run and try to loop back to the house towards him.

You dash to your left, ducking under low branches and trying to quiet your panting breaths. An arm wraps around your neck, holding you against a body. You struggle against his hold but a knife is quickly pressed against your cheek.

You're dragged back through the woods to the cabin where Will is waiting. His face is filled with worry, then replaced by fury as he sees Hannibal holding you.

"I didn't want this for us Will."

Will shakes his head. "Let her go. She doesn't know anything."

Hannibal traces the tip of knife from your temple to your chin and you try to lean away from it. He digs into your skin as you gasp in pain.

"Will-" A sharp pain in your chest cuts you off as you're unceremoniously dropped to the ground. You glance down to see a pool of red soaking into your shirt. Will is by your side in an instant, pressing hard against your chest as you gasp for air you can't seem to get.

"Will." You mutter. He meets your eyes, tears springing in his own. "It's okay. It's okay."

You're fading fast, Hannibal knowing just where to stab to hurt you the most and leave Will unable to save you. The corners of your vision blacken and you reach a hand to Will's face.

"It's okay..."

The world goes black and the last thing you hear is your brother's cry of pain as you fade from the world.

I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door.

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hello! i hope im not bothering you with this ask or anything, but i really love your blog and the thoughts you write, so i wanted to ask if you any other titles you would reccomend that are similar to berserk (not necessarily in terms of setting, but mostly the Vibe) and deal with similar themes (i watched and read devilman!). i would accept anything tbh, be it a book or movie or a series. thanks in advance, hope you have a good week! :)

Thank you very much, and yeah I'd be happy to rec a few other things I like that have some similarities! Some of these similarities are pretty thin lol, but tbf Berserk is pretty unique, at least in terms of media I'm into, and I've seen some good homoerotic movies recently.

Anime/Manga:

Claymore is compared to Berserk fairly regularly, and it's not just for the big swords. There's no griffguts equivalent, but it's got medieval fantasy monster hunting vibes, similar themes wrt human nature (though more shounen, power of love-esque lol), great action scenes and cool monster designs, and a lot of great female characters with interesting relationships, which isn't similar to Berserk but it's a bonus by itself.

I've also seen Vinland Saga compared to Berserk, and again there's no griffguts equivalent, but there's a very Griffith-esque character who has an AU where Griffith became king the old fashioned way vibe, and a central theme is revenge.

An anon a while ago made the point to me that Light from Death Note is similar to Griffith in a few ways, such as wanting to create a kind of ideal world, and being very charismatic and having culty followers who view him as a god.

Books:

tbh I have a bad memory for books I've read, but here are a couple I read specifically because of Berserk similarities:

I read As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann because I was told it had griffguts vibes, and it did. Medieval lone wolf is recruited by idealistic blond mercenary who wants to create a utopia, falls in love with him, and gets fucked over. It's very dark, darker in some ways than Berserk, but it was a good read imo. More in depth post on it with warnings here.

Captive Prince by CS Pacat is known for the author having based one of the characters partially on Griffith, and you can tell lol. It's a fun read if you don't mind or are into the tropey sex slave setting, with an engaging gay romance that has surface similarities to griffguts, though the vibe of the relationship was fairly different to me. But like, the political scheming felt like a Golden Age AU to me. It's been a while since I've read it but for warnings there's rape, csa, incest, and sex slavery not portrayed positively but like, used as erotic scene setting if that's a dealbreaker.

TV Shows:

Hannibal! It's got intense homoeroticism, it's got betrayal, it's got an operatic level of intensity, it's fun to dissect analytically, violence revenge and trauma are significant themes, one character tries to escape his life ruining feelings for the other by killing him, and it's just a great time.

Yellowjackets also has strong themes of violence and how it's a temptation, and though I wouldn't compare any of the relationships to griffguts exactly, there's an intense tragic homoerotic friendship that haunts one of the characters decades later.

Xena has a campy overpowered anti hero dressed in black leather wrestling with their inner darkness and in love with a blonde, also a flirty exes kind of relationship with a god (though that's hetero lol). Not really similar tonally and no griffguts equivalent, but it's got some similar themes wrt violence, revenge, human connection saving your soul from darkness, etc, and it's a gr8, fun show.

Black Sails has a kind of love vs revenge thing going on, as well as an attempt to overturn the social order and create a utopian kingdom. In some ways it's similar in tone as well, often pretty dark and violent, but with some very funny moments, and set in a fictionalized historical setting. No griffguts equivalent, but all these shows are extremely gay.

Movies:

Ladyhawke gets a lot of comparisons to Berserk, and may have been one of Miura's inspirations since he cited Rutger Hauer movies. Starcrossed wolf and hawk themed lovers, medieval setting, significant eclipse, it's got the vibes.

Hellraiser is one of Miura's stated inspirations iirc, and I mean yeah lol. It's the godhand as sadomasochists. Idk that there's that much in common in terms of theme, but the aesthetic is there.

Yk what? The Lost Boys. Homoerotic, campy fun, brooding teen is recruited into a gang and has sexual tension with the leader... that should count.

Star Trek: The Motion Picture starts with Spock trying to purge all his emotions after we can only assume breaking up with Kirk, and failing, and it's a parallel to a godlike being learning to love.

Okay hear me out on this one... Sweet Smell of Success is like if there was no Guts and instead the homoeroticism was between Griffith and the King, and it was set in the New York world of 50s gossip columnists, and look, I recently watched and adored this movie and I want to rec it. And hey, it's about doing fucked up shit to feed your ambition and being pretty and charming while you do it.

The Favourite is about a servant seducing and manipulating her way to power in a royal court, kind of an f!Griffith AU without a Guts if you look at it a certain way. But also it's another movie I love and want to rec based on at least one similarity lol.

Uh, Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence is about a dude wanting to fuck a hot charismatic and guilt-ridden blond guy but being too repressed to go for it? Great movie in general. Also Midnight Cowboy is about trauma induced gay repression while we're at it.

And finally, Paul Verhoeven's sci fi trifecta of Robocop, Total Recall, and Starship Troopers have virtually nothing in common with Berserk in terms of theme, character, relationships, etc. But the tone feels exactly like the Black Swordsman arc to me lol, to the point where I've always said that the only live action Hollywood adaption of Berserk I'd accept is the one Verhoeven directed in the 90s in an alternate universe. Miura was directly inspired by one of his 80s movies that I've never seen, Flesh and Blood, and yeah, I feel like you can kind of feel the inspiration.

I have other rec lists, as well as things people have recced to me often on the basis of similarities to Berserk/griffguts that I haven't checked out yet, in this tag, so I'd highly recommend browsing through it for more media suggestions. And if anyone wants to jump in with more recs for things that remind you of Berserk in some way, please do!

#ask #b #anonymous #not berserk #theme: opinion #if you only watch one black and white movie in your life and you're a fan of fucked up homoeroticism sweet smell of success #is a winning choice

[qqueenofhades]

One of my friends keeps trying to get me to watch Top Gun and I honestly just can’t, it makes be feel awful and the military propaganda and glorification there, especially as an american myself (the friend in question isn’t) it just is something I have an active desire to NOT watch even as a good friend who really loves the movie is trying to get me to.

It’s military propaganda. That’s flat out what it is. A different friend, her dad literally joined the military right after high school BECAUSE of the first movie. It sits so wrong with me. The movie makes the military have a great, clean reputation and be the shining beacon of American patriotism, the movie literally worked with the department of defence and thanked them in the credits, and it was a massive reputation boost to the military. You can look at statistics and see skyrocketing enlistment rates after the movie was released. That was the POINT of the movie, and I hate it.

It makes me feel really bad, though, because I’m a massive proponent of people being able to read/watch stuff and enjoy it even if it IS problematic and honestly, I’ve gotten frustrated at people refusing stuff because they don’t agree with parts of it. One of the big instances that comes to mind is a friend of mine who refused to watch the Hannibal TV show because it had a “problematic and highly inaccurate portrayal of the main character being supposedly autistic and it’s an insult to actual autistic people” and that’s barely even a part of the show. It’s implied by a few lines of dialogue but that’s it. Similarly, I’ve known people refuse to watch or read other stuff because it has unhealthy romantic relationships or toxic friendships. That goes for a lot of stuff- shows and books and movies like that are meant for entertainment and aren’t supposed to be the gold standard that you hold all other stuff up to. Something like IWTV is meant to be a horrible relationship but you’re not supposed to take it as something real and healthy. Anyway rant aside, you should be able to enjoy so called “problematic” media while still acknowledging that it’s problematic. When you start making your opinion about it into a big issue or telling other people they shouldn’t watch it because it’s wrong, that’s when everyone has a problem.

That being said, I now feel like a massive hypocrite for then refusing to watch Top Gun because I don’t agree with it and don’t like the content. Don’t get me wrong, I employ the “just don’t watch it” method to great effect with a lot of content but I have a much bigger problem here when it’s a really good friend of mine trying to get me to watch it and I don’t know how to justify it to them beyond “because I don’t want to and I don’t agree with it” because I don’t want to hurt them, either, even if it’s not something I should have to justify.

I mean, you're not being a hypocrite at all, really? You subscribe to the idea that people should watch what they want and that if you or anyone else doesn't want to see it, you have the right to refuse engagement with that content without making it everyone else's problem. This might be a little more delicate because obviously it's your friend and you don't want to hurt their feelings, but there's nothing wrong with politely explaining that you're uncomfortable with it for the reasons stated and this absolutely doesn't reflect on your feelings for them. In turn, it’s their responsibility to react maturely and be like "okay, I get it, let's find something else to watch together." But that's for them to control, and you can only do your part.

This is likewise something I've been dealing with myself, in terms of rewatching old media that for one reason or another is considered Problematic TM. Like, I'm currently rewatching Brooklyn 99, and that was not before I spent a while wondering whether I wanted to engage with it again at all; I put off watching the final season for a long time after 2020, and there is still something uncomfortable about making a wacky comedy aimed at liberals that is still, especially in the early seasons, just WILD copaganda. Like, insanely so. They did adjust and reflect in later seasons, which is good, but still. The NYPD is basically a domestic terrorist organisation in some ways, it has a budget larger than some countries' militaries, it inflicts real violence on a lot of NYC residents, etc etc... so do I, a person who obviously supports police reform and accountability, and systematic social justice, want to engage that in my free time?

After duly considering this, I am still rewatching old episodes of the show, I still find it largely funny, and I am able to recognise that this is a fictional sitcom filmed by actors in the Universal Studios backlot in California and thus is not actually contributing to the real-life NYPD's actions in hurting real people. I do need to have that critical distinction in mind, and to recognize the questions/issues that it raises, but because I am a grownup and capable of doing so, I can still engage with this media in a way that both acknowledges the social implications of the fictional setting and does not leap to immediately equivocating it with reality. Because, well. It's not.

I share this to help give you an ethical framework if you do decide that you should watch Top Gun to please your friend. Yes, it is straight up 80s Reaganite military propaganda, you are not comfortable with that or its real-world effects, and you absolutely do reserve the right, as noted above, to politely and personally reject engagement with it. But it's also not real, it is not directly perpetrating the injustices and brutalities of the American military on real-life people at this very instant, and you can watch it without having to feel that you've betrayed your own principles or you're now personally supporting war crimes or whatever the most insane maximalist Terminally Online take may now be. You do have to think about it critically as a piece if propaganda and what it wants to do and etc., but obviously you're already doing that. So yes. It's up to you whether you want to watch the film to please your friend, or to just politely be like "no thanks," and either way, it's entirely valid.

#anonymous #ask

[effervescentdragon]

Re your interviewers not even sure what to ask anymore ask, that’s me but with the fandom lol. I’m literally this close to just starting to translate all of Toto’s German interviews just to feel like there is Any reason for me to still be here doing Stuff in this fandom, like what am I doing, exactly? Make predictable guesses as to who’s gonna win, only get surprised by DNFs and engine failures and battling in the mid-field, have my grandpa tell me ‘the races have really been going downhill’ and log off??

i posted sth about jude bellinghams dick game on insta on main yday and og bff asked me what im compensating for w footie posting and should he be worried abt my mental state and i said f1, because im just not incentivised to watch it anymore at the moment? im hoping it changes when races stop being so early - i am sad i missed nico's commentary the most tbh. i guess fandoms come and go and things get more and less interesting but the thing for me is - if im not enjoying it, i won't make myself watch/read/do it just because i've made it my Thing. i can have many Things. we all can. i think, when something doesn't bring joy, its good to step back. give yourself time. f1 will be there. 🫂

i also think there is this insidious thing that you have to be "productive" in a fandom, that you have to do, be doing something to justify your presence in it. i know i've felt off because im not churning out 10 ficlets a day anymore, but the fact is - you don't have to DO anything to BE in the fandom (this feels like some metaphor for life but i only took one sip of coffee today so far). fandom is about enjoyment, yohr enjoyment and sharing that enjoyment with people who also love a certain piece of media or whatever. this capitalist bullshit of treating a fandom space like it's a job (what am i contributing? have i met my quota of posting about my blorbo today? how many followers do i have?) like... who the fuck cares. i still count myself into the silm fandom and i havent posted about it in ages. doctor who, star trek, hell, fucking x men and cap america and hannibal and so many things. i am still a fan of so many things that bring me enjoyment. thats why im a fan in a fandom.

i guess what i'm teying to say is that its really hard sometimes, when you lose interest or get disheartened by someting thats brought you joy before. when you feel like you're "failing" at liking something. but i try to remember - im a person, i have interests, interests change. a thing i loved isnt that anymore. okay. not okay, but it's fine. you may find joy again, you may surorise yourself, or you may just drift to something else. you're no less you, and no less a fan, if your intensity isn't the same now as it was yesterday or a decade ago. and with f1... its changing so much that its honestly pretty understandable to feel that way. bff stopped watching during the seb era, came back when it looked like seb might win w ferrari, then skipped the whole lewis era. og bff skipped merc domination era completely. my cousins husband stopped watching the moment alonso won. ive had friends stop watching the moment max won. it happens.

what im saying, too fucking long and winded bcs apparently im in a mood today - dont force yourself into something that doesnt bring you joy. theres so much joy to be found in this world deapite everything, and you're no less you for losing an interest in a fandom.

#akira answers asks #lovely moots 💕 #this got long and i hope it makes sense in some way. or helps. idk. #f1

[k-s-morgan]

I enjoy so much reading your metas!!! 💗

Thanks for answering all the questions ☺

It's very inspiring to know that there is someone who has loved the series for so long and understands it so well, and who continues to explore it and communicate with new fans of Hannibal.

So I have questions again.

1. How do you think the series should end? After all, there is some logic of the story that you understand and can follow further.

2. Why did Hannibal never openly talk about his feelings to Will? I know that he gave a lot of hints never saying directly, but it would be much easier if it was a simple "I love you Will, do you feel the same way?".

3. Are Alana and Margo really in love, or is there an alliance between them assembled from the fragments of their traumatic past?

4. What does Hannibal do with the rest of his food? It seems incredible that he throws them away.

Thank you, I really appreciate it! It's been some time since I re-watched 'Hannibal,' but since I saw it over 40 times, it's practically seared in my memory :D It's a brilliant show, the best one I've ever seen.

1) The Ideal Finale for the Series

Each season ends with Hannibal's victory, even when it is bittersweet. S1, he manages to set Will up and protect Abigail successfully; S2, despite the heartbreak of Will's alleged betrayal, he flees into a new beautiful life; S3, Will breaks him free, Hannibal's dream of them killing together comes true, and while Will pushes them off, they survive and are implied to attack Bedelia.

Logically, we don't need 5 seasons - 4 would be ideal. The only narrative arc left is that of Will living with Hannibal on the same side of the veil. We need to see how Will acts after Becoming, how he and Hannibal are doing now that they are a team, what new conflicts they might face.

The ideal and most logical ending for me would be the one that mirrors how the books ended. Will and Hannibal together, carefree and reckless, living in a beautiful country and attending events like opera where they might see someone from their old life. Upon noticing them, this person gets so terrified that they flee. As for Hannigram in particular, I'd like to see this quote from the books adapted:

Hannibal: Tell me, Clarice, would you ever say to me, "Stop. If you loved me, you'd stop"?

Clarice: Not in a thousand years.

With Will and Hannibal walking into blood-soaked sunset. Preferably after sharing a kiss))

As for the plot, I have several ideas based on Bryan's comments, but since you asked only about the ending, I'll stop here or this will get too long :D

2) Why Hannibal Didn't Confess to Will Directly

I think the lack of communication is the problem of almost every relationship! It makes for some great plots. Hannibal and Will in particular seem to thrive on subtleties; their relationship is charmingly old-fashioned in some ways. Hannibal tried to push Will to Become, but he's very careful about their emotional bond. He leaves constant hints, he makes it clear that he accepts and worships Will, he leaves courtship gifts for him, one in the form of a Valentine, and he thinks it's enough. He's waiting for reciprocation, a sign that could allow him to proceed and become bolder. Maybe he even considers direct confessions too vulgar and unromantic, so he chooses to wax poetic and prove his love and devotion through actions.

That said, I don't think a direct approach would even work on Will. It would make him feel cornered and he wouldn't be able to trust these words anyway. Throughout the show, he absorbs everything Hannibal tells him, stores it in his mind, and only after the pile of evidence of Hannibal's affection accumulates, he begins to reciprocate more openly. There is some magical beauty in how Hannibal and Will understand and express love: a more trivial and straightforward approach would rob them of their dark individuality.

3) Margot and Alana

I choose to believe that Margot and Alana are in love, and a part of this love is based on their shared traumatic past. They understand and support each other, they share attraction, and they want to have a family together. I wouldn't mind if Bryan took them in a colder and more calculating direction, but unless proven otherwise, I'll keep thinking that they really love each other.

4) Hannibal and Food

Do you mean the food he already prepared? He does cook a lot! I headcanon it as Hannibal having psychological issues after experiencing hunger in his childhood. As for what he does with it, I think he invites people to eat what he cooked and/or sends what's left to various charities. He gets such a kick out of everyone eating human flesh without realizing it that he probably enjoys expanding the circle of cannibals in Baltimore :D

#hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #questions #marlana

[nyxknocks]

This. Movie. Made me. SO. Angry.

I just finished it and I'm hoping this comes across as coherent and cohesive because boy, did this movie piss me off. It was honestly genius. With the first movie, I didn't get why this guy was so well known and well loved but I'm happy to say this movie changed that opinion but also like in the worst way because ow.

Strap in because this is gonna be A Lot.

Shige is possibly the worst person I've ever seen and that includes Hannibal the Cannibal like I hated her. Violently. Koichi and Keizo also suck. Basically everyone but Tomi, Shukichi, Noriko, and Kyoko suck like. massively. Selfish, arrogant, prideful people. Like, parents or no parents, you treat people with common respect? Decorum? But its made worse by the fact these are your parents! And you treated them like the biggest burdens when they traveled so far at their age to come see your ungrateful self in Tokyo!!!!!!! Oh my god I'm fuming. "They're fine with crackers", "Use my old slippers", "Oh can I have her summer kimono". !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I need to stop. Like, I had a doc open of my running commentary so I wouldn't forget and 90% of it is me absolutely ranting and raving about these awful, awful children. Not Noriko though she's perfect, precious, incredible.

ANYWAY.

Obviously, the terrible children was the point Ozu was trying to make. It's very obviously a "this generation vs. the older generation" type of movie. The parents are shown most often in traditional garb instead of the more corporate "western" (if you could really even call it that because that feels reductive and near-sighted as an American) outfits. They make a point on the way to Tokyo to show the smokestacks that come with industrialization that counteracts the image on the way back to Onomichi of the traditional palaces, clothes on the line, "clean" air. These felt extremely on the nose, but you could also argue that the shipping boats in the water that they show while home at Onomichi are those industrialized/capitalism views essentially encroaching on the once clean or safe area and thus clean and safe ideals. So, I definitely see that anti-capitalistic approach in this movie, but I don't feel like it's the most important aspect that he was trying to show? Would likely require a second watch for me to expand on this thought further as much of the movie was spent of me swearing at the screen because I hated these people so much.

There is also this metronome/ticking sound throughout the entire film that I didn't really pick up on until the scene with Shukichi visiting the Hattori's, where it was almost overwhelming how fast it was. My initial reaction of that was a sense of mortality, because it added to what Tomi was saying basically from the jump. From the moment she got to Tokyo it felt like she knew something was up and that time was running out for her, because the moment she was alone with her youngest grandson Isamu she talks about how she'll never live to see what he can become. You could argue that's a normal thing grandparents would say even at 68, but it feels more important when you take into consideration how she acts and what she says throughout the film. Even before she felt dizzy at Atami, she would often touch her left arm, and then of course after that it was pointed out by Noriko. She even told Noriko that after she left Tokyo she wouldn't see her again, and reiterated that with Shige by telling them not to bother visiting because Onomichi is so far away. It's like she knew for sure she would not see her children again.

This is clearly intentional because its reinforced at the end when you hear the ticking again right before/while Tomi is in a coma (I believe I heard it here, honestly I don't entirely remember. It might've been just at the end in general), and then again by both Kyoko looking at her watch as the train with Noriko on it leaves Onomichi as well as the watch that Shukichi gifts Noriko on Tomi's behalf. Time is a looming presence from the beginning because the first few lines of the whole movie is about what time their train leaves. It was actually genius how Ozu went about showing this because it felt so subtle until it fully slapped you in the face.

Another brilliant thing he did was opening at the close, as I like to call it. The ending scenes mirrored the opening scenes nearly identically only with the obvious difference of Tomi no longer being alive. Noriko takes the place of Tomi packing, Kyoko is still packing up and leaving for work, Noriko replaces Koichi's wife Fumiko's cleaning as she cleans up the home before she leaves, etc. Even the neighbor coming to say her piece. It reminds me of Hadestown and how they do the reprise. The scenes are essentially the same with added context that makes it devastating. Brilliant. I might be gushing a little bit.

The cinematography was also excellent (for the most part) [I say for the most part because sometimes the cuts between close ups + line delivery felt like an old 90s rpg game]. Knowing that Ozu is known for the stationary shots made it a little easier to digest, but as a modern viewer it is so unsettling how still the shots are, especially because throughout most of them the actors/characters are spiking the camera and looking right at you, full eye contact. It's unnerving and really puts you into the middle of the story. It makes you feel like you are physically apart of it, every awkward scene. It forces you not to look away. The choice of long silence stretching throughout enhances this feeling. You have to bare witness to the travesty that is going to befall this poor couple because their children are the worst. There is even a part where they consider themselves lucky still but the awkward silence and the way their faces fall after kind of tells you all you need to know. They know their children are selfish and shitty.

It's also dynamic. Most of the "action" takes place either off to the side of the camera or out of sight because of the angle (re: the hot spring game table scene. You can't see any of the action. Most of the dinner scenes there is a back to the camera. Fumiko walking in and out of frame cleaning). It makes the world feel 3D with the layering that adds to that sense of you being physically present within the world. It's really impressive how he managed to capture that sense with such little actual camera work.

The final song is extremely on the nose about how the new generation is selfish. Still a nice touch.

I could keep going. Noriko and Kyoko are perfect. The rest are awful and selfish and don't deserve anything good. Shige is a vulture. Ugly (in the heart), nasty, and hunting and pecking over her mother's dead body for free stuff. And has the audacity to criticize Kyoko and Noriko for not having mourning clothes? They're grieving, you wretch! Oh I hate her fr.

Also the fire escape/stairs scene when Noriko was taking Tomi and Shukichi around Tokyo (because their awful terrible biological children refused to make time for them omgihatethemsomuch) just reminded me of the Penrose Steps. I have no idea if that's intentional but it just made me a little uncomfortable.

[toomanyrobins2]

Are You Bald?

Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.

Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

last part // series masterlist // next part

NOVEMBER

Bruce was once again staring at the clock. It was the 30th of November and he wanted that letter. The October one had been multiple pages and he found himself returning to them at least once a week. He’d even wrote notes in the margin of her assignment she’d sent. In the middle of stuffing it into an envelope, he’d realized what he was doing and threw it across the room. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he heard the doorknob start to turn and quickly looked back at the papers on his desk, trying to seem as though he hadn’t anxiously been awaiting Alfred.

The older man placed the letter down on the desk and as soon as the door was shut behind him, Bruce was tearing into the letter:

15th NOVEMBER

Dear Batman,

Listen to what I've learned today:

The area of the convex surface of the frustum of a regular pyramid is half the product of the sum of the perimeters of its bases by the altitude of either of its trapezoids. It doesn't sound true, but it is--I can prove it!

You've never heard about my clothes, have you? Six dresses, all new and beautiful and bought for me--not handed down from somebody bigger. Perhaps you don't realize what a climax that marks in the career of an orphan? You gave them to me, and I am very, very, VERY much obliged. It's a fine thing to be educated--but nothing compared to the dizzying experience of owning six new dresses. After wearing gingham nearly all my life, this is truly a gift I will never forget. Barbara Gordon came with me to pick them out and tell me what looks good on me. Apparently, because of my skin, I must be careful with my dress. This is a different kind of education from the one you planned for me, but it is apparently very important according to Barbara. I have an evening dress, green mull over silk (I'm perfectly beautiful in that), and a blue church dress, and a dinner dress of royal purple, and another of pale yellow challis, and a grey street suit, and an every-day dress for classes. That wouldn't be an awfully big wardrobe for Harriet Kane, perhaps, but for Y/N Abbott--Oh, my! Of course, one dress would have to be yellow, but it's very pale, nearly a cream. I was worried about the green dress with my hair. I feared I would look like a tree of a person, but Babs was right it is a splendid color. Apparently, I have the perfect coloring for jewel tones. Who knew? 

I suppose you're thinking now what a frivolous, shallow little beast she is, and what a waste of money to educate a girl? When I started high school, I entered another period even worse than the checked ginghams.

You can't know how I dreaded appearing in school in those miserable poor-box dresses. I was perfectly sure to be put down in class next to the girl who first owned my dress, and she would whisper and giggle and point it out to the others. The bitterness of wearing your enemies' cast-off clothes eats into your soul. If I wore silk stockings for the rest of my life, I don't believe I could obliterate the scar.

LATEST WAR BULLETIN! 

News from the Scene of Action.

At the fourth watch on Thursday the 13th of November, Hannibal routed the advance guard of the Romans and led the Carthaginian forces over the mountains into the plains of Casilinum. A cohort of light-armed Numidians engaged the infantry of Quintus Fabius Maximus. Two battles and light skirmishing. Romans were repulsed with heavy losses. 

I have the honour of being, 

Your special correspondent from the front, 

Y/N Abbott

PS. I know I'm not to expect any letters in return, and I've been warned not to bother you with questions, but tell me, Bats, just this once--are you awfully old or just a little old? And are you perfectly bald or just a little bald? It is very difficult thinking about you in the abstract like a theorem in geometry.

Given a tall, rich man who hates girls, but is very generous to one quite impertinent girl, what does he look like?

R.S.V.P.

Staring down at the letter, Bruce felt slightly put-out. The last letter had been nearly five pages. This was just one. One page front and back. What did he care about pyramids? Where was the discussion of her life, of basketball, and Barbara. He’d even take an update  on the insufferable Harriet Kane. Throwing the letter onto the desk, Bruce leaned back in his chair and scowled at it.

DECEMBER

19th DECEMBER

Dear Batman,

You never answered my question and it was very important. ARE YOU BALD?

I have it planned exactly what you look like--very satisfactorily--until I reach the top of your head, and then I AM stuck. I can't decide whether you have white hair or black hair or sort of sprinkly grey hair or maybe none at all.

But the problem is, shall I add some hair to your portrait?

Would you like to know what color your eyes are? They're grey, and your eyebrows stick out like a porch roof (beetling, they're called in novels), and your mouth is a straight line with a tendency to turn down at the corners. Oh, you see, I know! You're a snappy old thing with a temper.

 (Chapel bell.) 9.45 p.m.

I have a new unbreakable rule: never, never study at night no matter how many written reviews are coming in the morning. Instead, I read just plain books--I have to, you know because there are eighteen blank years behind me. You wouldn't believe what an abyss of ignorance my mind is; I am just realizing the depths myself. The things that most girls with a properly assorted family and a home and friends and a library know by absorption, I have never heard of. For example:

I never read Mother Goose or David Copperfield or Ivanhoe or Cinderella or Blue Beard or Robinson Crusoe or Jane Eyre or Alice in Wonderland or a word of Rudyard Kipling. I didn't know that Henry the Eighth was married more than once or that Shelley was a poet. I didn't know that people used to be monkeys and that the Garden of Eden was a beautiful myth. I didn't know that R. L. S. stood for Robert Louis Stevenson or that George Eliot was a lady. I had never seen a picture of the Mona Lisa and (it's true but you won't believe it) I had never heard of Sherlock Holmes.

Now, I know all of these things and a lot of others besides, but you can see how much I need to catch up. And oh, but it's fun! I look forward all day to evening, and then I put an `engaged' on the door and get into my nice red bathrobe and furry slippers and pile all the cushions behind me on the couch, and light the brass student lamp at my elbow, and read and read and read. One book isn't enough. I have four going at once. Just now, they're Tennyson's poems and Vanity Fair and Sherlock Holmes and--don't laugh--Little Women. I find that I am the only girl in college who wasn't brought up on Little Women. I haven't told anybody though (that WOULD stamp me as weird). I just quietly went and bought it with $1.12 of my last month's allowance; and the next time somebody mentions pickled limes, I'll know what she is talking about!

(Ten o'clock bell. This is a very interrupted letter.) 

SATURDAY

Sir,

I have the honor to report fresh explorations in the field of geometry. On Friday last we abandoned our former works in parallelepipeds and proceeded to truncated prisms. We are finding the road rough and very uphill.

SUNDAY

The Christmas holidays begin next week and the trunks are up. The corridors are so filled up that you can hardly get through, and everybody is so bubbling over with excitement that studying is getting left out. I'm going to have a beautiful time on vacation; there's another Freshman who lives in Texas staying behind, and we are planning to take long walks and if there's any ice-- learn to skate. Then there is still the whole library to be read--and three empty weeks to do it in!

Goodbye, Batman, I hope that you are feeling as happy as am. 

Yours ever, 

Y/N

PS. Don't forget to answer my question. If you don't want the trouble of writing, have your secretary telegraph. Just say: Mr. Smith is quite bald, or Mr. Smith is not bald, or Mr. Smith has white hair. And you can deduct the twenty-five cents out of my allowance. Goodbye till January--and a merry Christmas!

TOWARDS THE END OF THE CHRISTMAS VACATION…exact date unknown

Dear Batman,

Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as popcorns. It's late afternoon--the sun is just setting (a cold yellow color) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.

Your five gold pieces were a surprise! I'm not used to receiving Christmas presents. You have already given me such lots of things-- everything I have, you know--that I don't quite feel that I deserve extras. But I like them just the same. Do you want to know what I bought with my money?

I. A silver watch in a leather case to wear on my wrist and get me to recitations in time.

II. Matthew Arnold’s poems

III. A hot water bottle

IV. A steamer rug, because my tower is dreadfully cold.

V. 500 sheets of yellow manuscript paper

VI. A dictionary of synonyms. (To enlarge this author's vocabulary.) 

VII. (I don't much like to confess this last item, but I will.) A pair of silk stockings.

And now, never say I don't tell all! It was a very low motive, if you must know it, that prompted the silk stockings. Harriet Kane comes into my room to do geometry, and she sits cross-legged on the couch and wears silk stockings every night. But just wait--as soon as she gets back from vacation I shall go in and sit on her couch in my silk stockings. You see, the miserable creature that I am but at least I'm honest; and you knew already, from my record, that I wasn't perfect, didn't you?

To recapitulate (that's the way the English instructor begins every other sentence), I am very much obliged for my seven presents. I'm pretending to myself that they came in a box from my family in California. The watch is from my father, the rug from my mother, the hot water bottle from my grandmother who is always worrying for fear I shall catch a cold in this climate--and the yellow paper from my little brother Harry. My sister Isabel gave me the silk stockings, and Aunt Susan the Matthew Arnold poems; Uncle Harry (little Harry is named after him) gave me the dictionary. He wanted to send chocolates, but I insisted on synonyms. You don't object, do you, to playing the part of a composite family? And now, shall I tell you about my vacation, or are you only interested in my education as such? I hope you appreciate the delicate shade of meaning in `as such'. It is the latest addition to my vocabulary.

The Senior girl from Texas is named Diana Prince. I like her, but not so much as Barbara Gordon; I shall never like anyone so much as Babs--except you. I must always like you the best of all because you're my whole family rolled into one. Diana and I and two Sophomores have walked 'cross country’ every pleasant day and explored the whole neighborhood, dressed in short skirts and knit jackets and caps, and carrying shiny sticks to whack things with. Once we walked into town--four miles-- and stopped at a restaurant where the college girls go for dinner. Broiled lobster (35 cents), and for dessert, buckwheat cakes and maple syrup (15 cents). Nourishing and cheap. It was such a lark! Especially for me, because it was so awfully different from the orphanage--I feel like an escaped convict every time I leave the campus. Before I thought, I started to tell the others what an experience I was having. The cat was almost out of the bag when I grabbed it by its tail and pulled it back. It's awfully hard for me not to tell everything I know. I'm a very confiding soul by nature; if I didn't have you to tell things to, I'd burst.

We had a molasses candy pull last Friday evening, given by the house matron of Fergusson to the left-behinds in the other halls. There were twenty-two of us altogether, Freshmen and Sophomores and Juniors and Seniors all united in amicable accord. The kitchen is huge, with copper pots and kettles hanging in rows on the stone wall-- the littlest casserole among them about the size of a wash boiler. Four hundred girls live in Fergusson. The chef, in a white cap and apron, fetched out twenty-two other white caps and aprons-- I can't imagine where he got so many--and we all turned ourselves into cooks.

It was great fun, though I have seen better candy. When it was finally finished, and ourselves and the kitchen and the door-knobs all thoroughly sticky, we organized a procession and still in our caps and aprons, each carrying a big fork or spoon or frying pan, we marched through the empty corridors to the officers' parlor, where half-a-dozen professors and instructors were passing a tranquil evening. We serenaded them with college songs and offered refreshments. They accepted politely but dubiously. We left them sucking chunks of molasses candy, sticky and speechless.

So you see, Bats, my education progresses!

Don't you really think that I ought to be an artist instead of an author? Vacation will be over in two days and I shall be glad to see the girls

again. My tower is just a trifle lonely; when nine people occupy a house that was built for four hundred, they do rattle around a bit.

Eleven pages, you must be tired! I meant this to be just a short little thank-you note--but when I get started I seem to have a ready pen.

Goodbye, and thank you for thinking of me--I should be perfectly happy except for one little threatening cloud on the horizon. Examinations come in February. 

Yours with love, 

Y/N

PS. Maybe it isn't proper to send love? If it isn't, please excuse me. But I must love somebody and there's only you and Mother Waller to choose between, so you see--you'll HAVE to put up with it because I can't love her.

Bruce felt like a dirty old man. He couldn't stop the picture of Y/N in her robe and silk stockings. He sat in his study, trying to fight off the images. It was too easy to imagine her sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace in his study while he worked. She would pad in quietly, her messy locks hanging freely over her shoulders, and head straight for his books. Completely ignoring him and yet, it was the definition of domestic bliss.

He shook his head and, too violently, shoved the newest letter with the others. “You keep the letters?” Clark’s voice startled Bruce, not that he’d ever admit it, “You’ve never done that before.”

“They are entertaining. She is studying to be a writer after all.” 

“Of course," Clark just smiled like he knew a secret that Bruce wasn’t privy to, "Now, can we go? The host disappearing from his own New Years' party is never a good look. Lois has called for us three times?"

"Yes, fine." Bruce stood up and stared down at the drawer again. he couldn't help but wonder what Y/N was doing to celebrate.

#toomanyrobins #Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne imagine #Bruce Wayne x reader #battison #battison imagine #battison x reader #Batman #batman x reader #batman imagine #batfam #batfamily #batfam imagine #dc comics #dcu imagine #✉️

[airbrushfather]

tag game tag game

i got tagged in this by like 4 different people so thank you if that was you!! sorry i don't remember who you all were </3 and also sorry i'm late to the party!!!

Last song?

i wish it was a better answer but the real and true answer is i say no from the west end version of heathers -- having some real emotions and feelings on this 18th of july and i intend to make them my neighbours' problem by scream-singing musical theatre until i'm hoarse

Currently watching?

flitting between two things atm, hannibal and arrested development, both shows i love and also hate. also you can count on me to always be halfway through a wrestling match and just intending to come back to it later, last one i watched was i think shield vs the wyatt family tag team

Currently reading?

no proper books atm but i have 3 ao3 tags open on my phone and they are; arrested development fic, hannibal fic, and wrestling fic. so. yknow. highly intending to start on wolf brother again after my conversation with @photoshopbazball about it but i can't say when that will be because i cannot read

Current obsession?

obviously i'm in my everything everything heavy stan era but i also have a real real soft spot for dominik mysterio right now. the man is so incredibly baby. also, idk if this counts, but i've been watching a lot of children's programming lately. i am telling myself this is because i want to be a children's tv presenter but it's also just because i am very very stupid and i am just as excited about a man talking about dinosaurs and fish as a 4 year old would be.

everyone i would have tagged has already done this but uhhh i guess @atomicblazecoffee @veryconfusedunlabeledguy come get yall juice?

[aristotels]

Every anti-Slavic/anti-Eastern European depiction in North American media I can think of (not counting the spy movies like James Bond and Austin Powers)

Rocky movies - Ivan Drago is just "the big bad Russian" and we're meant to take it seriously.

Taken - Basically "Big Strong Eagle Daddy Must Save His Damsel Daughter from The Albanian Mafia Barbarians".

Hostel - Slovakia is full of people who'll scam, lure in, and torture tourists at will

Are You Afraid of the Dark? (Canadian) - I love this show, but the episode "The Tale of the Nightly Neighbours" doesn't sit right with me because it basically portrays the new Ukrainian family moving in next door as Satanists who hide their evil plans during the day but at night hunt people down for their dark magic. Luckily, they never pulled a "Slavic cult" thing again, so the series is good but if you want to watch it, skip that episode so you don't insult yourself.

Emily in Paris - This show is known for mocking everybody who's not American and straight: French, gay, Chinese, Black, Latinos... and Ukrainians in season 2 with Petra being the joke.

Monster High G3: Turned Draculaura and Abbey into Filipino and Indian which isn't the problem, but made them Americans when they're supposed to be Romanian and Russian. It was cherry picking because the other character racebent was made Colombian when she was Australian. But the Slavic girls are Americanized. Suspicious...

Hannibal Lecter is a Lithuanian cannibal, but this may not bother you depending on who you ask.

Orphan: Esther arguably promotes anti-Estonian sentiment with her being a psychotic serial killer who escaped an asylum and has the body of a child, which she uses to manipukate parents. She even (IN HER KID BODY!!!) takes on the role of a femme fatale in one scene.

I have found multiple good or more positive portrayals of Slavs that I can tell you in another post but I just wanted to get this off my chest. AYAOTD is specifically bad because this can easily make children discriminate against Eastern Europeans. In that episode, it's not like "they're evil demons/witches who happen to be Ukrainian" it's almost like "we do that in Ukraine, that's normal". They even say themselves they're from Ukraine. Yeaaaaahhhh.

thank you for your input!

i havent seen good/positive portrayals anywhere. all ive seen has been very negative usually, or even if theyre positive characters (like in casa de papel, where there was a serbian guy who was great) theyre still portrayed as not speaking english (spanish) and being basal or dumb.

i've added some more examples to my post https://aristotels.tumblr.com/post/690582106573799424/discrimination-of-slavs-isnt-xenophobia-its

and there is the thing that made me write the post, craig of creek where the russian boy speaks about him in third person and is a dumb big bully, which is really offensive.

btw if anyone has any more examples, let me know or tag me. i really want people to start taking this issue seriously.

#slavophobia

[bi-bard]

my predictions for who i'll write about in stories inspired by the songs that might be on the deluxe edition of Noah Kahan's "Stick Season"

So.

Noah Kahan has been busy working on the deluxe version of Stick Season... and teasing it on his TikTok.

Just for a bit of fun, I wanna give some prediction on what I think each song we've heard (so far) will inspire me to write because we all know that I'm going to write stories for them.

Again, this is just for fun. This is not set in stone because I don't know the whole songs... or even which of these are going to make the album, so... yeah.

It's just using clips from his videos.

Also, this starts from the most recent audio shared and then goes down the list of videos.

SPECIAL NOTE: I have absolutely no idea how many of these are actually going to end up on the deluxe album. I simply don't. I just kept going until I got tired. Sorry.

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"Medicate / meditate / swear your soul to Jesus / throw a punch / fall in love / give yourself a reason..."

I think this will end up being a Dean Winchester imagine. I think somewhere around season 10 to season 11 because I think that's where we see the most distinct moments of Dean truly seeing himself as something bad and undeserving of love and forgiveness.

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown / In the name of someone I no longer know / For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone..."

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto from The Bear. That boy is damaged and messy and I think this song is going to be a great way to look at the pitfalls of the behavior that we see from Carmy in the show.

"So pack up your car / put a hand on your heart / say whatever you feel / be whoever you are..."

I don't have a specific fandom, but I'm looking at a found-family story where the reader says goodbye, either to what they knew before or to their found-family. Mostly because this song reminds me of the scene in Supergirl where everyone is saying goodbye to Winn. I'm juggling between something like Titans or something like Doctor Who.

"I saw the end / it looked just like the middle / got a paper and pen / and a page with no space...."

this story is going to be so personal to me. i can already tell. I'm leaning toward a superhero story or a Supernatural story. A life after being with these people. Maybe that life was scary and seemed pointless, but now that their free, they have to deal with missing what was familiar and the guilt of not feeling grateful enough to something better.

"There's a tiny tourist trap a few miles off the interstate / and I watch as it empties out..."

I don't have a character in mind, but I have an idea that it'll be a very tearful goodbye and kiss and shit. Maybe a reunion too? Maybe?

"Quietly you're coming home from work / Forty hour week minus commute / for a dream of planting flowers on the porch / For now, my love, store-bought will have to do..."

I want to write a childhood friends-to-lover kind of thing, but I'm not sure what it'll be yet. I just know that much.

"I'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen / I'm casually cruel like a senior prediction..."

This could also play as a childhood friends-to-lovers story, but I am not nearly as sold on that one. This one is such a strange one to me. It's very nostalgic but also angry?? I don't know. I'm still thinking about it. I'm kinda thinking that Hannibal might work, but there may be another Hugh Dancy character that would fit better, so I make no promises...

"County line, I'm counting down / mailboxes until my house / This place had a heartbeat / in its day..."

I'm leaning toward Doctor Who on this one. I don't know which Doctor it'll be, but I think it would work out well.

"I hear you call / me somewhere only we know / I'll hold out hope / when my eyes open, you'll show..."

This will be a very sad story. I can promise that. It's about grief and it's very complicated process. I have every intention of writing for that.

#imagine #x reader #fanfiction #noah kahan #supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #dc imagine #supernatural x reader #dc x reader #dc fanfiction #doctor who imagine #doctor who fanfiction #doctor who x reader

[eddieheart]

THE SISTER

Part 2

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Pairings: NONE

Words: 626

Description: Dahlia goes to talk with her father.

Part one:

It hadn't been hard to find her father, serial killers have somewhat of a cult following. Martin Whitley was currently being housed at Claremont psychiatric hospital. A long term care center for the criminally insane.

He wasn't insane though, no, he was much worse. A narcissistic sociopath, the devil in disguise. A kind and charming man, until he was killing you of course.

After learning of her parentage she stared to see similarities with the likes of Patrick Bateman and Hannibal lector, bits of herself or echos of her father, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was all just her mind playing some cruel trick.

She sat alone in bed at night, staring at the ceiling. Would she have been a different person is she'd stayed with him, if he hadn't been caught. Perhaps they'd all be.

Dahlia was often accused of being cold, detached, or of being too emotional in the wrong situations. Maybe that's what she received from her father.

Straightening her dark brown pencil skirt she walked forward. She did as the man instructed, no phone, no keys, no weapons and absolutely no crossing the red line.

Her lips were stained a blood red and her eyes a smokey black. The blue of her eyes shown through the makeup, standing out and proud on her face. A small freckle above her lip, a reminder of her mother who had shared the same mark.

Taking a deep breath she entered the forbidden room, following the larger man inside. She smiled politely at the man in front of her. He was her father, Martin Whitley.

"Hello daddy, nice to see you again." She said playfully.

The man's eyes widened as she sat across from him, a smile ghosting over his lips.

"Dahlia?" He asked.

"So you do remember me." She smirked in response and leaned into the back of her chair.

A sharp glint in her eye she watched the man, he was nothing like they'd described. He was charming, but his air of psychopathy wasn't present.  

"My darling girl, you've returned." She bit the inside of her cheek. He really did remember her, didn't he.

"So, this is where you went. I wish I could say it's nice to see you again daddy, but I'd be lying and I know you hate liars." A smirk danced daringly at the corners of her lips.

"Well, what can I say, I've always been an honest man." She let out a huff, a chuckle in response.

An honest man, who lied about killing people for years?

"I don't know why I came here. You're the same as you've always been. Nothing more than a man who showed up every once and a while." Her face fell and she licked the inside of her lip.

Pressing her lips together tightly, she stood and began to exit the room.  The tell tale click of her shoes echoing through the room.

"Wait! Wait!" She stopped and turned to face her father, face showing no emotion.

"I can tell you where your siblings are, if you make a deal with me I can tell you how to get into contact with them." His face changed, he was manipulating her, praying on her need for a family.

"And what might that be, daddy dearest?" She asked snidely.

"Come to me, once a week, for a visit with your father." He smiled at her, she could sense there was something more to this, she knew it wasn't an innocent offer.

"Once every two weeks." She countered, gaze hardened and stern.

"Twice every ten days." Dahlia sighed, that she could live with.

"Fine. Now tell me daddy, where are my siblings?" He smiled wickedly at her as she stood arms crossed, eye contact never breaking.

Part 3:

@buggylad

#fanfiction #fanfic #orginal character #original female character #prodigal son #malcolm whitly #malcolm bright #martin whitly #jessica whitly #ainsley whitly

[aschlindartroom]

Hey, how are you doing? How was your day? <3

Just came here for asking about your inspiration for Second Serpent and some sci-fi book recs if you have any. I'm in dire need for those, so I figured if I'd like to read something like your story the best thing is coming to you for some recommendation hehe.

Well, hello there! My day yesterday was fab and my day today is also fab (and so, so lazy).

Honestly, I'mma have to disappoint you. I'm not a huge sci-fi reader. Science fantasy/cosmic horror is more in my wheelhouse, and even then, a lot of my favorite inspirations are movies and television shows. I do not read nearly as much as I should these days (unless you include Hannibal fanfic and webtoons, god help me).

Here are some science-fiction/science-fantasy works that I can credit for giving me Second Serpent inspiration. Typically, they'll include soft "magic" systems that are somehow that are explored through science and experimentation, and probably some horror elements too.

Evangelion (anime): One of the first animes I ever watched (6th/7th grade), and instantly a favorite of mine that I still revisit today. It felt like Hideaki Anno had reached into my brain and pulled out all the stuff I liked at the time, then spread it all out for me to see. Post-apocalyptic world, kaiju, occult references, existential dread, aliens, haunting visuals, etc. Honestly, I should not have been watching Eva at such a young age, but it was EXACTLY the kind of media I craved.

Arcane (animated): I was told by a friend that Arcane might be a comp title for Second Serpent WHICH IS THE HIGHEST HONOR, FRANKLY. This show's got a plot almost entirely driven by its fantastic characters. It's got tiered cities, political gameplaying, developing technology, etc. Seriously its one of the best things I've ever watched so if you haven't seen it, check it out.

The Dark Tower Series (novels): ...I have a beef with how Stephen King writes women. That being said, I started reading this series in 6th grade (again, way too young), and it absolutely floored me. Basically, a "gunslinger" (read knight, read warrior, read academic) is on a mission to find the Dark Tower, the source of life and stability in all universes. Something is very wrong with it-- like, "decaying universes like the Nothing from Neverending Story" wrong. It's destroyed Roland's home world, and he intends to either reverse what has happened or stop it from happening further. I LOVE how this series portrays time-space anomalies. We've got doorways into other worlds, a cool take on fate and destiny, and really engaging characters (for the most part). Eddie Dean is my love.

The first three are great and they go downhill from there, sadly (except Wolves of Calla... that book is dope).

Even Horizon (movie): I only mention this one because it's been on the brain lately. It's not an excellent movie, but it's Hellraiser in space, and tells a story about what happens when we fuck with tech we don't understand. I honestly think about this movie a little too much.

Gosh I could list so many others. Another place you might look for inspiration or good stories are indie horror games, which usually have cool sci-fi elements. I'm thinking Iron Lung, Human, Discover My Body... I dunno. I could go on forever.

I'M ENDING THIS POST NOW.

#my recs #lol this answer is way longer than I intended it to be #whatever #take it

[krak-house]

aaaand part 2 of my insane number of Blackbonnet AU ideas I'll (probably) never write, because my brain is a bag of cats and I'm Obsessed with the gay pirates lol

Ed owns a chop mechanic shop and Stede's car is fancy as fuck, Ed would totally sell it for parts except Stede keeps coming by with snacks and cupcakes and lemonade as thanks for working so diligently on his baby and Ed just. can't bring himself to do it

Ed's an art thief/forger and Stede's a museum curator

alternatively, Ed is Reverse Indiana Jones and Stede gets pulled along for the ride to make sure the artifacts all stay in one piece, but really he just wants to watch Ed use that whip again...

Snow White AU. Stede is Snow

Cinderella AU. Ed is the princess this time

Stede's little Alma and Ed's rambunctious teen Izzy keep beating the shit out of each other on the playground and now they all have to be dragged into the principal's office to figure this shit out

alt, Ed's foster kid Izzy is a right terror and Stede's the soft but well-meaning principal/English teacher

Stede is a decorated violinist and Ed fiddles for extra cash on the side. cue Devil Went Down to Georgia in the background

Ed teaches metalworking and Stede historical fashion at an art uni. Ed's classes are all "do whatever the fuck u want I don't care long as everyone leaves with all their fingers attached" and Stede's focus more on interpretive essays about fashion and how they feel about it. (alt. Ed teaches poetry the same way. Izzy is going for a mfa in metalwork but somehow ends up under ed's wing despite their differing focuses. Lucius is stede's TA who's actually a poetry major. Nobody follows the rules obviously)

Ed owns the Grill and his head chef, Izzy runs front of house, and stede stumbles upon what might be the oddest most unconventional gay bar he'd ever seen, and just keeps coming back

Stede runs a nature retreat for troubled teens and Ed has been assigned community service for his parole and he chose it bc it was the shortest amount of time for the hours but he did Not know it was gonna be 24 hours a day in nature looking after dumb kids and he has Regrets but also. he's not entirely sure how this muppet of a man got a whole crew of paroled teens to listen to him and participate in story time and all that shit so he decides he's gotta learn a thing or two from him. Maybe he can use this guy's tips to get Izzy to be less of a tetchy bitch. On the other hand, Stede has absolutely heard of Ed and honestly kind of admires what he did and to have him at his retreat is such a treat! They're going to have so much wholesome law-abiding fun! Absolutely no thoughts of running away with Ed once his parole is over to live on the wild side and commit all the fun sounded crimes his kids are in for.

Stede tries and fails at blind dates and he's clearly been stood up poor guy, Ed thinks he might as well jump in and save him from looking so lonely but fuck man the more they talk the more he realizes this buttoned-up man is actually insane

ok this ones short but also. Stede has recently decided post-divorce that he's gonna wear exclusively skinny jeans bc someone told him ten years ago he has good legs and hold on, are you trying to pickpocket me? What do you mean you simply think my butt is hot, you have my wallet in your hand right now

Stede decided to try reading on his balcony and his handsome neighbour Ed is...goading his friend to whip his balls with a bullwhip? for a tiktok? that seems a little unsafe are you two sure you should be doing that?

Ed's totally not that serial killer Stede has been tasked with catching for fucking years, except maybe he is but now it's too late he's already fallen in love Hannibal-style

Ed's been the top dog in this prison for fucking years and really, he could get out any time but the outside world fucking sucks but now this dude who got arrested for tax evasion or some shit is telling all these crazy stories and Stede dude do you wanna get out of here? I've got an escape plan already ready let's fucking bounce and see that huge ball of twine or whatever

related: Ed's stuck in a holding cell at 2am for some delinquent bullshit and Stede honestly wasn't really trying to break into that car, really, it was an honest mistake and now they're both stuck here until their person wakes up to post bail and Ed learns that Stede actually was trying to break into a car because it was shiny and expensive and belonged to his mortal enemy and why have a normal midlife crisis when you could go all out, right? So obviously Ed has to teach him how to actually break into cars and not get caught, but maybe save the lesson for sometime when they weren't locked up in a police station, yeah?

as an ode to Stede's genre-bending prowess: Stede is living in Star Trek (TOS) and Ed is living in Cowboy Bebop. All of Stede's crew has bounties on their heads and Stede is just oblivious until Ed comes crashing in and honestly this exploring shit is crazy, why are we even bounty hunters again, Iz?

Ed is a gaming streamer and Stede tries out old recipes on youtube (Dylan B Hollis basically). How they meet is up to you but none of their respective followers expected that guy to show up in their videos but honestly the sexual tension is fun to watch so no one's complaining

I know I already did a rockstar AU but also. Stede runs a Very Respectable Hotel thank you very much and Ed is in the habit of trashing Very Respectable Hotels and honestly who the hell let him book a room here this is going to take ages to clean up, I don't care how hot and charming he is. Ed meanwhile is fucking obsessed with the secret doors that no one is supposed to know about and also is that a fucking waterslide into a hot tub??

Ed gets into a bar fight with Jack and Stede accidentally walks right into his fist and got knocked out and now Ed really kinda has to take him to the hospital and stay until he wakes up and if he stares a little too long and brushes Stede's hair back to see his face better that's no one's fucking business but his own, all right?

Ed has a shit sleep schedule and Stede always gets to work way too early so they always run into each other at the coffee shop on the opposite ends of their days and sleep deprivation sucks but hey at least they get to see that hot stranger every morning at fucking 5am

In honour of How To Build A Sex Room on Netflix: Stede is an interior designer with...eclectic taste and a penchant for secret passageways. Ed wants one of those secret door bookshelves and maybe some hidden hallways to connect the rest of his house to his sex dungeon because that'd be fucking sweet.

Wife Swap. Izzy has to live with Mary and the kids for 2 weeks while Stede gets swapped into Ed's life and just. decides he never wants to leave

Stede is very drunk and got divorced like 2 hours ago and Ed steadfastly refuses to tattoo his own name on Stede's ass no matter how much he compliments him. He can stay on the cot in the back of the shop though and if he decides he still wants it in the morning, well. Who is Ed to say no?