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You would think it would be difficult to accidentally rob a bank! So did I.
(From a post by Feynites: “I’d like to see John Mulaney play a live action Riddler. But not, like, as any character other than John Mulaney? Just this socially awkward disaster man who somehow becomes a supervillain because of a misunderstanding he couldn’t correct without ‘seeming rude’.”)
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When Will initially declares that he would not leave the country without the dog, Hannibal briefly wonders if falling from a cliffside had made all of the man’s profiling and forensic knowledge fall clear out his ears. Hannibal doesn’t quite ask if Will is serious. It is obvious that he very much is.
“Only the one?” asks Hannibal mildly, pressing a square of iodine-soaked gauze to his gut wound to clean the stitches.
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Hannibal unintentionally learns how to share, and against his will, how to grieve. A gentle post-Season 3 look at falling in love and losing again.
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29 May 2026
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If there was ever a time Buster was not Will’s dog, the dog has forgotten it. With no other dogs to keep him company, he is always there. Just in case Will has need of a dog.
Hannibal listens to them sleep, watching the rise and fall of their chests, and is soothed to tameness.
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“And what did Francis promise his wolf in exchange for tameness?”
Hannibal smiles. “Brother Wolf,” he rumbles, “as thou art willing to make this peace, I promise thee that thou shalt be fed every day by the inhabitants of this land so long as thou shalt live among them. Thou shalt no longer suffer hunger, as it is hunger which has made thee do so much evil.”
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"It would be better if you did get off on it, wouldn't it? That would make some kind of sense, at least. You haven't even got a reason to want it. Pathetic."
Alex's eyes are on fire. He's squirming almost imperceptibly under the unrelenting eye contact. "Yes," he says, and he sounds so sure of himself. He always sounds sure of himself. Even when he's stammering out a question like a bashful child, it always somehow sounds like he knows exactly what he's doing, and now Greg understands why. If discomfort is his comfort zone, it all makes sense.
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14 May 2026
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"I enjoy..." Alex considers his words. "Discomfort. Other people's discomfort, and my own. It's a thrill, but it's not sexual, I don't think. I don't quite know what it is."
Greg takes a moment to absorb this. "Discomfort," he repeats. "Well, you certainly do make people uncomfortable."
"Not always on purpose," Alex says. "I've a theory that it's because I seem to cause discomfort whether or not that's what I'm going for, so my brain decided I may as well get something out of it."
"You don't make me uncomfortable," says Greg. "Very little does." He's too old and cranky to let much of anything get to him these days.
"That's why the show works," Alex agrees. "Discomfort can bring things to a halt, and you don't let that happen. I can take it as far as I want, because I can always rely on you to take charge and let everyone know it's all right, I've done it on purpose and now it's being taken away from me, everything's under control. You validate me by tearing me apart. It's a perfect dynamic."
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29 May 2026
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But also, of course Louis isn't talking about halfway to some theoretical vampire death. He means it in the regular, human sense, what a human body can take. Because that's the thing about vampires, what had in retrospect attracted him from the very start, what they tell you in training but that only really sinks in once you meet one: they are so human. They cling to their own humanness as if it were the only thing they truly own. It's why— well, Rashid's thought about it. Of course. Nobody spends this long thinking about vampires without considering the question of whether they would like to be one. Not that it's all that relevent, of course; most vampires, despite the hysterical ravings of some of the Talamasca's more alarmist arms, have little desire to make new ones, and Louis and Armand least of all. But theoretically— even setting aside the issue of eternal damnation, which is easier to set aside some nights than others— there's something about being with vampires that makes you feel glad to be human. Like every one of your stupid mortal minutes is real, matters in a way that elicits almost palpable envy from the creatures. Hundreds of years of life, yet none can ever take the place of the central importance of the ones they spend human.
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please do not feed the animals by Goldmonger
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
26 Apr 2026
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“Hold still, lovely alien,” the Eridian croons, snapping a claw closed around the hem of my cardigan. “♫♬♩ will be so gentle, yes.”