theglintoftherail asked:
A GLORIOUS COLLABORATION + FRIENDSHIP
ehonauta replied to your post: Came for the Vikings liveblogs, stayed for the…
You know, actually, I think I also came for the Vikings! I stayed for the deer.
I mean who wouldn’t
thewholedamnboulangerie asked:
Another DEEP CUT. Oh man, I had some Jokes in those days.
Anyway thrilled about my inimitable #aesthetic! A glance at the archive reveals Peter Bruegel the Elder, a majestic dog wrapped in twinkle lights, the 1960s Tel Aviv hospital X-Men indie, and Snoop & Martha — yeah that, sure is…unique.
Aww, aww, aww, and SMDH
I am a-fevered with blushes oh my god?? oh buddies I will always be here with jokes and food and deer for you, those are Wellntruly House Essentials
daylight-star replied to your post: Came for the _______. Stayed for the _______.
Came for Hannibal recaps, stayed for the quality deer pictures and content!
forshesajollygoodfellow replied to your post: Came for the _______. Stayed for the _______.
Came for the eclectic mix of art and antiquities, stayed for the morbidly whimsical outlook on life
#BRAND
Tell me why you followed my blog and what made you stay (if it’s two different things of course!)
theglintoftherail asked:
Oh shoot these are great!! Trying to match this level, fingers crossed —
“What Does The Deep Sea Say”
Hannibal
A Virginia Woolf-style stream-of-consciousness, whole lifetimes unspooled within a minute, vast and labyrinthian swirl into one last final point of clear focus, as Hannibal Lecter drowns with Will Graham in the Atlantic. Begins with an epigraph by, mildly surprising, J.R.R. Tolkien, as in feel it gradually comes to resemble a dark dreamy extension of that part in Lord of the Rings where Gandalf comforts Pippin with talk of death as just another journey; “The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it…”
Preposterously ambitious, this fic would entirely live or die in the the execution.
“I Wish I Was A Mole In The Ground”
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
I immediately heard René Auberjonois rumble out those Os, so: Odo suspects there’s a mole in Deep Space Nine. This fanfic is constructed as a series of interrogations (“O’Brien”, “Kira”, “Rom”, etc.) as the Constable works his way through a list of everyone who lives on the station. When he reaches Garak, Odo — brilliant, bold, fabulously insane — decides on a whim that the most productive way to investigate him would actually be to have Garak help him. So Garak joins Odo on the other side of the desk. But then two names down the list comes “Bashir”, and to his mounting despair, Odo learns that the two cannot, in fact, stop role playing for one damn minute. “I can’t get a straight answer out of either of you!” Odo grumble-roars, in one of the fic’s most popular #jokes.
“See That My Grave Is Kept Clean”
Over the Garden Wall
Aaannd attempting to land somewhere in the middle of those, tone-wise, this one would be a rolling, wry-grim, sweet and fateful little fic — directly embracing the “American folk music” spirit of the title. Appropriate, as it is concerned with one of the most interesting examples of this genre since Hadestown.
Taking a (fall) leaf out of Anaïs Mitchell’s book of inspiration, in this mythic reimagining Wirt and Greg are timeless, eternally cycling Brothers of the Season, every autumn taking turns offering themselves to the Beast in the other’s stead, to be turned himself into an Edelwood tree. His brother then tends his tree in the forest, keeps the lantern ever-lit, and when the Edelwood leaves begin to drop and the oil run glossy black, he begins to prepare for All Hallows Eve, the night when the veil thins to gossamer webs, allowing him to push through it into the heart of The Unknown to bargain for his brother’s place. People often comment in pleased surprise at the fic’s warm sense of humor throughout.
>> send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it
Anonymous asked:
You know what you’re getting:
“Eat Your Words”
Hannibal
A Choose Your Own Adventure story written by Frederick Chilton about the events of Hannibal. After he finally caves to common practice/sense and starts seeing a therapist of his own, they suggest this project might provide him with some insights into his decision-making process. Is this successful? Well now it’s up to YOU to decide!
Astonishingly, every version still ends in disfigurement.
>> send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it
