Tuesday, April 22, 2014

effie-chan2001 asked: Hi! Do you still take fic prompts? Only after seeing that promo still (you know the one) all I can think about is Hannibal teaching Will to dance for some contrived reason.

emungere:

"I’m afraid I must cancel our next appointment," Hannibal said.

Will paused with his jacket half on and then shook himself and pulled it up over his shoulders. He wasn’t going to ask why. And he certainly wasn’t going to acknowledge the thin string of disappointment that tugged at him. It was only one week.

"Sure. No problem."

"The week after that is the twentieth, if that suits." Hannibal watched him, hands clasped behind his back. "Unless, of course, you’d care to accompany me next Friday."

"Accompany you where?"

"There is a charity event I promised to attend."

"And you want me to go with you?"

"I would welcome the company."

You’d welcome my company,” Will said flatly. “At a charity event.”

Hannibal gave him a faint smile. “Is that so unbelievable?”

"I don’t think I’m anybody’s ideal plus one."

"You haven’t said no."

"I’m savoring the novelty."

"If it has lost its savor before next Friday, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll pick you up at six."

*

Will had a new tie and a deep sense of foreboding. He should’ve said no. At least, he should’ve come in his own car so that he could make his escape when it became necessary.

The thing was being held at someone’s house, someone’s mansion, out on the back lawn. A massive white tent, lights strung up everywhere, a dance floor laid out in the grass, and a string quartet. He didn’t know what the charity in question was, and he wasn’t convinced anyone else did either.

"Why am I here?" Will muttered, partially to Hannibal, but mostly into his scotch.

"A number of reasons." Hannibal nodded to a man a few yards away and gave him the most patently false smile Will had ever seen on his face. "Most of them to do with my own entertainment."

"Is that a polite way of saying you find these people as boring as I do?"

"It would be dishonest to say I don’t find your company more stimulating than theirs." Hannibal paused. "And there is the opportunity to observe you in a social setting. You seem more at ease than I had feared you might be."

"I have all the problems with crowds you might expect me to have. I can cope. It’s just not my idea of a good time."

"And yet you still came with me."

"You asked."

"Was that the only reason?"

"I get to observe you in a social situation, too. Your natural habitat. I was curious."

Hannibal looked amused. “Is this my natural habitat?”

They were interrupted before Will could answer. The man Hannibal had waved to had found his way to them, blond, gleaming white teeth, jacket off and tie loosened, massive gold watch displayed by rolled up sleeves.

"Hannibal! Who’s this?" he said. "You never bring anyone to these things."

Hannibal gestured between them. “Will Graham, Jeffrey Winters. Jeffrey is our host this evening.”

"Where did he find you?" Winters said, looking at Will with consternation that hadn’t yet settled into distaste.

"By the side of the road," Will said, and saw Hannibal’s suppressed smile.

"Will works for the FBI," Hannibal said. "Alana Bloom brought us together."

"Oh, Alana." Winters craned his head around with obvious hope. "Is she here tonight?"

"Not that I’m aware of, but I did see your wife looking for you a few moments ago." Hannibal nodded toward the dance floor.

"Ah, right." A hunted look replaced the hope. "Well, great to meet you, Will. Hope you have a fantastic time. Got to mingle, I’m sure you’ll excuse me." He departed in the opposite direction from the one Hannibal had indicated.

Will sipped his scotch. “Brought us together. That’s an interesting way to put it.”

"Is it?"

"Am I just company tonight, or am I your date? I know which one he was assuming."

"For the space of this evening, is there a substantive difference between the two roles?"

"Not unless you expect a dance or a goodnight kiss."

"And what if I did?"

Will glanced up at him, startled. He hesitated. Ice clinked in his glass as it melted. “I don’t dance,” he said, finally.

"Don’t, or can’t?"

"Both."

"I could teach you," Hannibal said, amusement creasing the corners of his eyes.

"That would only address half the issue."

"And why don’t you dance?"

"I don’t enjoy it."

"Surely one enjoys any activity more with practice and acquired skill."

"Oh, does one," Will muttered. "What are you going to do if I say yes? Not worried about your reputation?"

"What makes you think you wouldn’t enhance my reputation?"

"Because I’m wearing the cheapest suit in a five mile radius and I was sort of an asshole to the host of the party just now?"

"You don’t care about either of those things."

"No, but I kind of thought you would."

"I don’t," Hannibal said, and held out his hand.

Will hesitated for half a second and then took it. If he were any good at backing down from a challenge, he wouldn’t have half the scars he did. All the same, his heart beat faster as Hannibal handed their glasses to a passing waiter and led him over to the dance floor.

"I’ll probably step on your feet," he said.

"I doubt it. Your movements are often uneasy, but you have a fighter’s consciousness of your body. Come."

Hannibal drew him onto the dance floor and into his arms, one hand still in his and the other at the small of Will’s back. Will swallowed. It was the most physical contact he’d had with anyone in years.

No one stared openly at them, but Will felt the pressure of eyes all the same. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

"Perhaps you’re right. Just think, they might not invite me back, and what a tragedy that would be."

Will fought down a grin. “Am I here just to scandalize your friends?”

"Not at all. That’s merely a happy side effect. Shall we begin?"

"How come you get to lead?"

"Because I know where we’re going."

"Metaphorically speaking."

"And literally. Concentrate on your steps, and I will forestall any possible collisions."

"Don’t I get any instruction?"

"You do. You are. You need only listen properly."

They stood still a moment, close, nearly embracing. Will felt the subtle pressure of Hannibal’s hand in his, the shift of weight to the left, and he stepped back. Hannibal followed. Another step and then another, hesitant, but it was clear what Hannibal wanted from him.

Their movements smoothed out. He watched the flex of muscles and tendons in Hannibal’s shoulders and found he could predict the next turn easily enough. He wondered if Hannibal were deliberately telegraphing his intentions. He wasn’t always so easy to read.

Once he had settled into the pattern and the strain of learning something new started to ease, Will had more opportunity than he wanted to notice things unrelated to the dance. The warmth of Hannibal’s touch though his shirt and suit jacket, Hannibal’s palm against his and the light curl of his fingers over the back of Will’s hand. The affection in his eyes every time Will looked above the level of his chin.

"So which is it?" Will said. "If you think I’m going to wait till you drop me off and see if you— I don’t like surprises."

Hannibal didn’t miss a step as he leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to Will’s. “Is that clear enough?” he said.

"Crystal."

"The rest is up to you, but you needn’t answer now." He smiled a little. "I do like surprises."

Will let Hannibal pull him closer. He already knew what his answer would be.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

zoomine:

"The Name’s Max, Maximum Ride"

Via ( IAmEmilyK )
fractallogic:

noladarling:

swagggirlicious:

England’s Smartest Family is Black: We won’t hear about this in the news Meet the “First Family of Education” in England. Peter and Paula Imafidon, 9-year-old twins from Waltham Forest in northeast London , are a part of the highest-achieving clan in the history of Great Britain education. The two youngest siblings are about to make British history as the youngest students to ever enter high school. They astounded veteran experts of academia when they became the youngest to ever pass the University of Cambridge ’s advanced mathematics exam. That’s on top of the fact they have set world records when they passed the A/AS-level math papers. Chris Imafidon, their father, said he’s not concerned about his youngest children’s ability to adapt to secondary school despite their tender age. “We’re delighted with the progress they have made,” he said. “Because they are twins they are always able to help and support each other.” To Peter and Paula’s parents, this is nothing new. Chris Imafidon said he and his wife have been through this before: they have other super-gifted, overachieving children. Peter and Paula’s sister, Anne-Marie, now 20, holds the world record as the youngest girl to pass the A-level computing, when she was just 13.  She is now studying at arguably the most renowned medical school in the United States , Johns Hopkins University , in Baltimore. Another sister, Christina, 17, is the youngest student to ever get accepted and study at an undergraduate institution at any British university at the tender age of 11. And Samantha, now age 12, had passed two rigorous high school-level mathematics and statistics exams at the age of 6, something that her twin siblings, Peter and Paula, also did. Chris Imafidon migrated to London from Nigeria in West Africa over 30 years ago. And despite his children’s jaw-dropping, history-making academic achievements, he denies there is some “genius gene” in his family. Instead, he credits his children’s success to the Excellence in Education program for disadvantaged inner-city children. “Every child is a genius,” he told British reporters.  “Once you identify the talent of a child and put them in the environment that will nurture that talent, then the sky is the limit. Look at Tiger Woods or the Williams sisters [Venus and Serena] — they were nurtured. You can never rule anything out with them. The competition between the two of them makes them excel in anything they do.
By: PJ Dacas

Young, gifted, and Black.

“Every child is a genius,” he told British reporters.  “Once you identify the talent of a child and put them in the environment that will nurture that talent, then the sky is the limit. Look at Tiger Woods or the Williams sisters [Venus and Serena] — they were nurtured. You can never rule anything out with them. The competition between the two of them makes them excel in anything they do.”
YES YES YES. THIS IS YES.

fractallogic:

noladarling:

swagggirlicious:

England’s Smartest Family is Black: We won’t hear about this in the news Meet the “First Family of Education” in England.

Peter and Paula Imafidon, 9-year-old twins from Waltham Forest in northeast London , are a part of the highest-achieving clan in the history of Great Britain education. The two youngest siblings are about to make British history as the youngest students to ever enter high school. They astounded veteran experts of academia when they became the youngest to ever pass the University of Cambridge ’s advanced mathematics exam. That’s on top of the fact they have set world records when they passed the A/AS-level math papers.

Chris Imafidon, their father, said he’s not concerned about his youngest children’s ability to adapt to secondary school despite their tender age. “We’re delighted with the progress they have made,” he said. “Because they are twins they are always able to help and support each other.” To Peter and Paula’s parents, this is nothing new. Chris Imafidon said he and his wife have been through this before: they have other super-gifted, overachieving children. Peter and Paula’s sister, Anne-Marie, now 20, holds the world record as the youngest girl to pass the A-level computing, when she was just 13.

She is now studying at arguably the most renowned medical school in the United States , Johns Hopkins University , in Baltimore. Another sister, Christina, 17, is the youngest student to ever get accepted and study at an undergraduate institution at any British university at the tender age of 11. And Samantha, now age 12, had passed two rigorous high school-level mathematics and statistics exams at the age of 6, something that her twin siblings, Peter and Paula, also did.

Chris Imafidon migrated to London from Nigeria in West Africa over 30 years ago. And despite his children’s jaw-dropping, history-making academic achievements, he denies there is some “genius gene” in his family. Instead, he credits his children’s success to the Excellence in Education program for disadvantaged inner-city children. “Every child is a genius,” he told British reporters.

“Once you identify the talent of a child and put them in the environment that will nurture that talent, then the sky is the limit. Look at Tiger Woods or the Williams sisters [Venus and Serena] — they were nurtured. You can never rule anything out with them. The competition between the two of them makes them excel in anything they do.

By: PJ Dacas

Young, gifted, and Black.

“Every child is a genius,” he told British reporters.

“Once you identify the talent of a child and put them in the environment that will nurture that talent, then the sky is the limit. Look at Tiger Woods or the Williams sisters [Venus and Serena] — they were nurtured. You can never rule anything out with them. The competition between the two of them makes them excel in anything they do.”

YES YES YES. THIS IS YES.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

s-stevens:

Architecture Studio, a new set from Lego, comes with 1,210 white and translucent bricks. More notable is what it lacks: namely, instructions for any single thing you’re supposed to build with it. Instead, the kit is accompanied by a thick, 277-page guidebook filled with architectural concepts and building techniques alongside real world insights from prominent architecture studios from around the globe. In other words, this box o’ bricks is a little different. Where past Lego products might have had the happy ancillary effect of nurturing youngsters’ interest in architecture, here, that’s the entire point.

Seventy-three different kinds of bricks are included in the set. But bricks are easy to find. It’s the guidebook that’s truly new. Its pages offer accessible overviews of basic architectural concepts, along with illustrated exercises for exploring them in Lego form. Pages on negative space and interior sections, for example, encourage budding builders to think not only about how their miniature creations look from the outside but also in terms of what sorts of spaces they contain within them.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

leupagus:

Victor Victoria, 1982.

In my top ten favorite movies of all time. And six of those spaces are reserved for the middle earth trilogies, so.

(Source: lejazzhot)

headwrapandcamera:

simchiller:

they outlawed this move just because she was the only woman who could do it. 
Surya Bonaly was infamous for (among other things) doing aone blade backflip in the 1998 Olympics, and is the ONLY figure skater who’s ever pulled that off. Not just the only woman, the only figure skater PERIOD. There’s like all ofthree Olympic-class male skaters who did backflips in their routines, and NONE of them could do it one blade.
But wait, there’s more.
Backflips were banned from the 1976 Olympics onward on the official justification that skating jumps are supposed to be landed on one blade, whereas backflips are landed on both blades. The unofficial justification was it was too dangerous, both to the athlete and to the rink — if you didn’t land it perfectly, you could not only break your ankle, but also punch THROUGH the ice surface.
Surya Bonaly was openly contemptuous of the figure skating judges, because they were a bunch of openly racist white men who always screwed her over by giving her lower scores than she deserved. That one-blade backflip was her ultimate FUCK YOU! to the Olympics judges, because she took an “illegal” backflip and made it legal by landing it on one blade. Pretty much DARING them to mark her down for being epic awesome and pulling a move that their precious coddled white girls didn’t have the guts to even think about.
They did, of course. White racism knows no bounds. But she utterly owned them with that move.
not only did she do a fucking backflip and land, she landed then went right into a triple loop. like holy fuck

Go SISTAH!! *raised fist*

headwrapandcamera:

simchiller:

they outlawed this move just because she was the only woman who could do it. 

Surya Bonaly was infamous for (among other things) doing aone blade backflip in the 1998 Olympics, and is the ONLY figure skater who’s ever pulled that off. Not just the only woman, the only figure skater PERIOD. There’s like all ofthree Olympic-class male skaters who did backflips in their routines, and NONE of them could do it one blade.

But wait, there’s more.

Backflips were banned from the 1976 Olympics onward on the official justification that skating jumps are supposed to be landed on one blade, whereas backflips are landed on both blades. The unofficial justification was it was too dangerous, both to the athlete and to the rink — if you didn’t land it perfectly, you could not only break your ankle, but also punch THROUGH the ice surface.

Surya Bonaly was openly contemptuous of the figure skating judges, because they were a bunch of openly racist white men who always screwed her over by giving her lower scores than she deserved. That one-blade backflip was her ultimate FUCK YOU! to the Olympics judges, because she took an “illegal” backflip and made it legal by landing it on one blade. Pretty much DARING them to mark her down for being epic awesome and pulling a move that their precious coddled white girls didn’t have the guts to even think about.

They did, of course. White racism knows no bounds. But she utterly owned them with that move.

not only did she do a fucking backflip and land, she landed then went right into a triple loop. like holy fuck

Go SISTAH!! *raised fist*

Tuesday, January 14, 2014
baptisms:

i don’t think i’ve ever seen a picture that raises so many questions before in my life

and the answer to all of those questions is “good parenting”

baptisms:

i don’t think i’ve ever seen a picture that raises so many questions before in my life

and the answer to all of those questions is “good parenting”

Monday, January 13, 2014
stammsternenstaub:

captoring:

this is from a store in los angeles called The Echo Park Time Travel Mart, and it’s pretty much the coolest place





Oh my god!!

stammsternenstaub:

captoring:

this is from a store in los angeles called The Echo Park Time Travel Mart, and it’s pretty much the coolest place

Oh my god!!

(Source: shantrising)

Friday, January 10, 2014

shortshenanigans:

This is what happens when your friend reminds you about audio editing. I ended up lowering the pitch on Let It Go from the new Frozen movie. And I gotta say, it’s really nice. Have yourself a listen and see what I mean.

And of course I had to draw a quick genderbend for this

EDIT: I’ve been getting a bunch of requests for this, so here you go folks:

Download this version of the song here

Also if you’re looking for the Karaoke/Instrumental track for this particular version, you can find it right here!

I FINALLY SAW FROZEN YESTERDAY & IT WAS AWESOME

(olaf the snowman is some dark, disturbing shit.)

Friday, January 3, 2014

theremina:

STRANDBEEEEEEEEST

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