#int: graham

[clownkissersinternational]

my beautiful princess with a disorder

"He thought we were going to the freshwater exhibit!! He mad!!"

+close-up of his beautiful face

[gcdwilling]

his words catch her off guard about as much as his touch does, even if it's something she should expect. he's never held back, never hesitated from flirting and teasing and reaching out for her. it's always been harmless, but even she knows the harm that comes from crossing a line when there's no way of undoing what's been done. dark hues settle on the man, watching him get closer until there's no space between them and she's breathing him in. there's only slight hesitation before arms curl around the back of his neck, pulling herself even closer until she feels every inch of his frame pressing against her own. this is a mistake and there's a voice in the back of her mind telling her that, but he's been far too captivating since she started working for him and she's thought about this moment more than she cares to admit. "you'll be late," she whispers, breathing the words out shakily against his lips.

xander usually knows when someone’s into him: the lingering glances, the breath that turns deliberate instead of automatic, every touch charged with something more. but olivia… she’s different. she makes him second-guess, wonder if there’s something beneath the surface or if she’s just naturally that magnetic. but then, her breath stutters — barely there, but close enough for him to catch it. that’s all the invitation he needs. his right hand moves to her face, brushing a strand of hair away with a slow, teasing touch as his lips curve into that signature cocky grin. “am i, really?” he murmurs, voice dipped in flirtation. “i think you already know the answer to that.” his other hand slides to her waist, the one on her neck guiding her gently closer until the space between them disappears. and then, finally, he gives in, capturing her lips with his in a kiss that’s been waiting far too long to happen.

[idioticaltxri]

Welcome to The Soundwave Frequencies Collective!!

About us!

Hi!! Hello!! how's everyone? good i hope! Our collective name is The Soundwave Frequencies Collective!! Often we are referred to as "Soundwave" or "The Frequencies"

. . . About The System In General :

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┊ Interests : ╰ Shows & Films : Harry Potter (DONT SUPPORT AUTHOR THO) , Hamilton , The Amazing World of Gumball , Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss (DONT SUPPORT CC THO) , Supernatural , Heartstopper , Marvel , DCEU , House M.D, Hannibal (TV SERIES), The Lion King, Arcane, House of Wax, The Last of Us, The Boys, Good Omens, Lucifer, Detective Pikachu, Danny Phantom, DC Titans , The Mandalorian, The Good Doctor, Criminal Minds, Lincoln Lawyer, Gravity Falls, John Wick, Adam Project, Descendants, The Witcher, Cruella, Sherlock (BBC), and a lot of other things, just ask if we're in your fandom, and we may say yes!! ╰ Games : Sally Face, Resident Evil7&8, Call of Duty : Modern Warefare II, Stray, Yandere Simulator (FUCK THE CREATOR THO), Alien Isolation, Detroit : Become Human, Pony Town, Little Nightmares (1&2), Marvel Rivals, Genshin Impact, The Witcher ╰ Characters : Billy Butcher, Frenchie (The Boys), Matt Murdock, Hughie Campbell, Frank Castle, Bucky Barnes, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Lucifer Morningstar (DC/Netflix Series), Wade Wilson/Deadpool, Logan Howlett/Wolverine, Mando/Din Djarin, Venom & Eddie, Spencer Reid, Bill Cipher, Spiderman, Jason Todd, Castiel, John Wick, Carlos De Vil, Cruella De Vil, Dr. Strange, Yelena Belova, Sherlock Holmes (BBC), Homelander, Kaeya Alberich (Genshin), ╰ Actors : Mads Mikkelsen, Charlie Cox, Ryan Reynolds, Pedro Pascal, Hugh Jackman, Misha Collins, Sebastian Stan, Walker Scobell, Hugh Laurie, Hugh Dancy, Karl Urban, Antony Starr, Benedict Cumberbatch, and others ╰ Youtubers / CC : YepTheBoys (aka The Boys), Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Illymation, Penguinz0/MoistCritical, Good Mythical Morning, and wayy too many i can't remember rn ╰ MISC : Sonic Media, DSMP (not the cc tho), Welcome Home, Creepypasta BOUNDARIES (DNI IF + BYF) !!

┊ Yes : DMS, ranting, random online 'touch' , platonic flirting, nicknames, pet names wtv, endos and any other system origin are allowed on our blog as long as there's no syscourse ┊ Ask : romantic flirting, and what not ┊ No : Syscourse (very heavy(?) on that),  Racist, Ableists, Homophobes, Transphobes, TERFS, Sexists, Xenophobes, Pedophiles, Sexualizes Minors, Jokes About R×pe, Pro shippers/incest (altho if you don't include us in your talk about it you can stay, just don't be weird please), Toxic Wilbur Support Squad / WSS (i am on the neutral side, pls support that). Just go away lmao P.S : if we follow you, and you're on our DNI, we either just like your blog or genuinely didn't notice. OR we did notice, and we will be cautious about interacting with you and so should you. As long as you aren't hurting anyone real, you can int (?/ iwc? idk honestly) i suppose lmfao. If you're on our DNI list, and we followed you, you are allowed to kindly dm us about it! ╰  BYF :  As mentioned above we have dyslexia and tend to misspell or not type words, please be patient with us. We also don't understand whether you're joking or being passive-aggressive in text, so tone tags are massively appreciated. We are repetitive and swear lot. We're supportive but also quite (pro) neu? (formerly anti, now pro-endo with some of us still trying to adjust to that change) on Endos and other sys origins, but as long as you're being cool and shii stay on our blog we don't judge, and we will include you no matter what <3 P.S : you're kinda welcome on our blog as long as you ain't hurting anyone soo, welcome ig?

. . . About but for Headmates :

─── ★﹒﹒ ıllı Host's and Co-Hosts

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⬭ Frederick's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Frederick , Torikoro ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰16 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰he / they ⟣・🏍・Roles︰Host ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.tori / sound.fred

⬭ Toby's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Toby, Erin ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰17-19 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰it / mutt ⟣・🏍・Roles︰1st Co-Host ⟣・🏍・Source︰Creepypasta ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.ticci

⬭ Sal's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Sal , Sally ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰17-19 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰he / they ⟣・🏍・Roles︰2nd Co-Host ⟣・🏍・Source︰Sally Face ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.sal

⬭ Gizmo's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Nyoka , Ukyio , Gizmo ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰15-17 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰it / mutt / he ⟣・🏍・Roles︰3rd Co-Host ⟣・🏍・Source︰The Amazin World of Gumball OC! ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.gizmo

⬭ Shadow's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Shadow , Erynox ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰15-19 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰he / they / thorn / death / skull / it ⟣・🏍・Roles︰Co-Host ⟣・🏍・Source︰Sonic The Hedgehog Media ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.shadow

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⬭ Jason's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Jason Todd , Red Hood ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰18-25 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰he / they ⟣・🏍・Roles︰Protector ⟣・🏍・Source︰DC, Titans ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.jason ⟣・🏍・Extra︰Frequent Poster and Tumblr Addict

⬭ Kaeya's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Kaeya , Kae ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰20-24 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰he / star / freeze / they ⟣・🏍・Roles︰Protector ⟣・🏍・Source︰Genshin Impact ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.kaeya

⬭ Bucky's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Bucky, Winter ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰106 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰he / it / xe ⟣・🏍・Roles︰Protector ⟣・🏍・Source︰MCU, Captain America Movies + Marvel Rivals ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰ sound.winter

⬭ Matt's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Matt , Daredevil ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰29-34 y/o ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰he / him ⟣・🏍・Roles︰Protector ⟣・🏍・Source︰MCU, Daredevil ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.matt

⬭ Butcher's◞ intro! ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⟣・🏍・Names︰Billy , Butcher ⟣・🏍・Age or range︰32-47 y/o usually 37 ⟣・🏍・Pronouns︰he / him ⟣・🏍・Roles︰Protector ⟣・🏍・Source︰The Boys ⟣・🏍・Tags ︰sound.butcher

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This Blog is mostly(?) run by Jason because he's (I am) a super big tumblr addict and frontstuck on a daily basis quite frequently

This Intro post will be updated constantly as we see fit, with either new tags or fronters Note : Everyone who is listed as a protector probably has other roles too or is something close to a protector, but we don't want to disclose such information unless you have our SimplyPlural which you can easily friend us on by stating your @ in your SimplyPlural Message, thanks! DISCORD POST FOR DISCORD LINK edit: here's our pronouns page !!

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USERBOXES AND BLINKIESSS :DD (CW : possible eyestrain)

credits for the blinkies goes to : @thatonegaybrit , thank you, you wonderful people

[prettyboypistol]

Hear Me Out || King Candy x Reader PART 6 18+

King Candy x Reader (Part 1)

King Candy x Reader (Part 2)

King Candy x Reader (Part 3) Spicy, not r-18

King Candy x Reader (Part 4) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 5)

King Candy x Reader (Part 7) pg-13

King Candy/Turbo x Reader (Part 8) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 9)

You decided not to race in the roster race that night, as you cited that you were far too tired to race properly. Instead, you stood in the stands with a sign that read “Go King Candy!” that was white-iced on a graham cracker. It was a nice snack to nibble on after your king dashed off past you. You had grown rather fond of King Candy, if you were honest. He was kind, funny, and always had a way to cheer you up. Genuinely, it was a bit of a crush you had developed. It was weird, you thought, to crush on a man almost triple your age. Aside from that, it was kind of awkward to talk to your king casually now.

King Candy, of course, got first place. He always did. You cheered loudly from the stands, almost uncharacteristically from your dark aesthetic. King Candy waved to the crowds with a regal and proud smile, but then he spotted you and blew you a coy little kiss. The gesture made you freeze up and blush. 

The flirtatious propositions didn’t stop there. It had been after you jokingly did a “hear me out cake” with your friends outside of the game at Tapper’s. It was meant as a joke, really, but you did kind of mean it (just a bit!), but you put an old newspaper clipping of Turbo. You gushed about how you always like egotistical guys. Of course, word got out VERY quickly about your controversial take. 

You thought it’d be a funny joke to tell King Candy that you put Turbo as your final “hear me out”- after you explained what a “hear me out” was, of course- but King Candy didn’t laugh at first, he merely stood there in slight shock. He quickly recollected himself and waved you off with a little “hoo-hoo!”

“Darling, you weren’t even around to know Turbo!” King Candy explained as he put his hands over yours in an “oh honey, you’re so silly” way, but you decided to make the stupid mistake of defending yourself.

“I- I dunno, sire… Hear me out, he’s kinda…”

“Kind of what?” King Candy echoed with an expression of curiosity.

“Y’know, kinda hot!” You giggled shyly. “I know I never met the guy, but from what I heard about him, he’s like, totally my type of guy! Arrogant, Egotistical, I mean, he was a great racer, right? I wanna be handled like his kart!” You joked.

King Candy didn’t know how to feel about that statement. On one hand, you praised him as being irrationally hot, on the other, you called him arrogant and egotistical. He couldn't tell you who he really was, not in the slightest. You were probably told all about his crimes against the arcade. 

“So, what do you… Like about Turbo?” King Candy felt as if he had to ask.

“I heard about the way he used to race- I dunno, and I heard he was a but rude too which uh- well…” You trailed off as you realized what exactly you were doing. You were explaining why you wanted to fuck a criminal to your boss. “Nevermind, I just think he's attractive- just forget it!”

Ever since then, King Candy had been hitting on you in playful ways. What was his plan, anyway?!

It all accumulated in one night after the roster race, when King Candy called you “sugarlump” as he usually did… But something felt off about the way he said it. There was a lingering purr to his voice that certainly wasn't very PG. There was a slight drawl of invitation as he bid you goodnight. Should you have followed? There was to time to question that however, as your hand was already on the door to his room.

You shut your eyes and opened the door with a flinch, ready to hear him tell you to get out.

“Hey there, sugar.” He hummed as he approached you, your eyes still shut in nervousness. King Candy touched your hand and pulled you softly into his room before he released you. You heard the door click shut and the lock snap into place. Oh god, this was intimidating as hell. 

“Open those pretty eyes for me, won't you?” King Candy asked as he started to guide you to the bed again. “What are you scared of, toots? It's only me. Your pal, King Candy!”

“I know, that's why I'm nervous! I've never- uh-” you trailed off, mortified. King Candy let out a kind scoff and pushed you onto the bed until your back was pressed flush against the spongecake mattress and fondant sheets. 

“Just follow my lead, sweetheart.” King Candy assured as you felt him climb on top of you and pressed kisses against your throat.

“Now, who's the best racer?”

“You are…” you whispered as you felt King Candy undo the fastenings of your overcoat. You felt exposed as your body was slowly revealed to your king. Your skin was kissed and groped- the sensations felt foreign in your code as King Candy mouthed over your nipples, then gave each a gentle touch with his hands.

“Sing whose praises?”

“King Candy's!” You gasped as King Candy suddenly grabbed at your crotch. Your jester hat jingled at the sudden movement you made. 

“Good, you're such a wonder jester, sugar. Now, open up for King Candy~” King Candy grinned- well, you didn't know that for sure, as your eyes were still closed. It sounded like he was grinning, if that made any sense.

You felt as your trousers were removed and tossed aside. A warm, wet sensation lapped at your entrance and you couldn't help but jolted away and shut your thighs together. But two surprisingly strong hands pried your nervous protection apart as King Candy continued to tease you with little licks and an open-mouthed and plunging strike of his tongue inside you.

“King Candy! Good- good god!” You breathed out raggedly. 

“That's it, sugar baby, praise your king while he eats you out.”

“What happened to being rated E for everyone?!” You couldn't help but bring up, curse your memory and need to win!

“Oh, didn't you hear? Word around the arcade block is that E means “explicit”. Now, keep those pretty legs open, doll.”

Whoa, King Candy sounded different when he was turned on. The lisp was still there, but there was a darkness to his voice that made you want to rub your thighs together.

King Candy kissed around your thighs with a smile and a content hum.

“Feel good?”

“Y-yeah.” You mumbled. “Where’d you learn how to do this?”

“I’m old enough to know how to please pretty little sugarlumps like you.”

“I’ll make you scream Tur- for me.” King Candy coughed before he focused in-between your legs again. 

King Candy started to finger you alongside his tongue, which made you squirm and whine. You felt his fingers move deeper and deeper still, then pressed right against the spot that made you thrash and silently scream.

“Oh ho-ho! I found it.” King Candy purred as he started to rub that area inside you deeper and with more pressure, that’s where he ran into trouble- when you accidentally kicked King Candy upside the head in your squirming. 

“Ow!”

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry-” You squeak out as you finally open your eyes.

“No no sugar, it’s my fault for riling you up so much on your first time.” King Candy responded as he cradled the side of his head with a strained smile.

After a moment, you two stared at each other. You were naked, King Candy was down to his underwear. You made the mistake of looking down- just a peek! That wouldn’t hurt, right?! And it didn’t hurt, until you were accidentally caught staring. 

“Looking at the royal goods, are you?” King Candy chuckled as he scooched towards you with a waggle of his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes with a huff.

“No, why would I-”

“Ah-ah-ahhh, I ought to turn you over my knee for lying, naughty little minx!” King Candy hummed as he playfully swatted at your ass, which made you whine a tad.

King Candy guided you to lay on your stomach with your ass up, your face gently cradled with your arms and a pillow. 

“Now, let’s get you jingling for all the right reasons!” King Candy laughed as he coated himself with a clear sort of jelly. It was cold when it touched your entrance, but King Candy sighed as he pressed the tip inside you. Pixel by pixel, King Candy sank his shaft deeper inside you. It felt like hours before your ass touched his pelvis. It didn’t hurt per se- just felt weird… and full- super full. 

King Candy sighed as his eyelids fluttered shut in ecstasy. 

“Ohhh gumdrop, you’re gonna drive me wild…” King Candy muttered with a little manic laugh that followed. Slowly, he pulled out a tad, then pushed back inside. You both groaned at the sensation. The motion was repeated, and King Candy hissed at the tight grip you had on him. 

The sensation almost made King Candy glitch out- oh fuck, he had to keep it together! He kept his thrusts slow and gentle as he adjusted to the feeling of someone so wonderful around his dick. He bit his bottom lip with a deep groan. When you started to whine in protest at the speed, King Candy took that as a challenge. He bottomed out inside you, then started to piston in and out of you, which knocked your breath out. 

He grit his teeth as he tried to keep himself together- oh god damn it, you were so tight- so warm around him- it’d been years since he gotten any! He wasn’t gonna last long!

“S-so, you ready for the- ah, for the royal icing, dearie?”

Eugh, that made King Candy cringe internally. You dumbly nodded, mouth open and your moans unabashedly that rang out and echoed throughout the cavernous room. There was no doubt that the noise leaked out through the gingerbread doors.

You didn’t know what you were saying anymore- all you knew is that you felt full yet not full enough. You needed to be railed and ruined until nothing mattered anymore. 

“Nnh- oh, sugar!” King Candy whined as he finally piped your insides full. “Oh-hoo-hooooo, that was turbo-tastic.”

“Are you-” You gasped as you tried to regain your breath. “Are you seriously making fun of my hear me out about Turbo now?”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” King Candy responded, his coding running cold at the slip-up. He added to the charade he put up with a teasing smile.

[hayleythecannibal]

TWISTED MINDS: Act III- Chapter Thirty-Three Digestivo

TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Implied Death, Death, Cannibalism, Guns, Mental Heath, Pregnancy, Forced Cesarean, Kidnapping, Stillborn birth

Warning this is Fem!reader. You can also find this on Wattpad and A03 under the name @HayleyMarieOfficial. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist.

Taglist: @punkin-time @miaowkitty @gabriella-aesthetic @urlocalfanficwriter @dilfdemolisher

Twisted Minds Masterlist

MEAT TRUCK - DAY-

Twin rows of GUTTED PIG CARCASSES hang in plastic wrapping from a rail in the roof of the darkened space. The TICK and HUM of refrigeration can be heard in the metal box.

A sudden CLANG as the door is opened and a gust of frosted air is expelled into the dark space beyond -- unclear behind the beams of a powerful light. A WHIRRING noise can be heard.

Will is actually HANGING UPSIDE DOWN like the carcasses, Hannibal alongside him, similarly trussed. The WHIRRING continues and the carcasses swing sideways as a silhouetted shape moves through them to reveal – MASON VERGER In his electric wheelchair, looking at them both with great satisfaction.

Cordell behind him. A beatific smile. “Gentlemen, welcome to Muskrat Farm.”

“Your people might have assassinated me in Florence, Mason.”

“Where's the fun in that?”

“I see the first coarse bristles of revenge have brushed the ruin of your cheek and begun to excite you. Where’s Y/N, Mason?”

“I'm very excited. She’ll be joining us… though i doubt she’ll be very comfortable.” Mason produces a KNIFE in his good hand.

“I still carry my father's knife. Ever ready to slip into a pig's back to check the depth of fat.”

Mason slides close to Hannibal and presses the blade against the flesh of his lower back. Hannibal does not flinch. Mason puts his thumb against the blade and slides it into Hannibal.  A thin TRICKLE of blood is released. Hannibal shows no sign.  Disappointed, Mason slides the blade further. “A little on the lean side. Let's fatten you up, shall we?”

MUSKRAT FARM - PIG BARN - DAY-

The meat truck has been backed through the doors into the narrow end of a funnel made by two angled rows of STEEL PIGPENS. PIGS snort nervously in the pens, clanging the bars. Mason Verger, in his wheelchair, and Cordell watch as Inspector Benetti leads bodyguards bringing Hannibal and Will from the truck, bound securely to a pair of handcarts. Will's head is cleaned up and bandaged. But he is still groggy and in pain.

“It is more trouble physically to move a semi-wild pig against its will than to kidnap a man.”

“Pigs are harder to get hold of, and big ones are stronger than a man.” As Hannibal and Will are wheeled past, Mason speaks up for their benefit and his amusement: “There are the tusks to consider, if you want to maintain the integrity of your abdomen. Something worth maintaining, Mr. Graham? Tusked beasts instinctively disembowel.” 

Will's and Hannibal's handcarts are shackled to the walls. Mason wheels closer to Hannibal, cocking his head up. “At swine fairs, I've seen exotic pigs from all over the world. For my new purpose, you are the best of all that I've seen. We will have some good, funny times, Dr. Lecter.” 

As Mason wheels away, leaving Will and Hannibal Wondering…Where is Y/N?

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-

Hannibal is wheeled up to the table and his upright dolly automatically folds into a seated wheelchair at one end of the table. Hannibal is sitting secured in his seat with one arm free.

Hannibal is resplendent in suit and tie. Looking very much his old self sitting opposite Mason Verger at the other end. “I snatched Will Graham right out of your mouth. You must be famished.” A BEAUTIFUL TRAY OF OYSTERS Cordell has just placed them onto the table. Hannibal glances at the mollusks before looking back up at Mason.

“There is an inescapable parallel between you and Jezebel, Mason. Keen Bible student that you are, you'll recall dogs ate Jezebel's face, along with the rest of her.” Hannibal slides an oyster into his mouth with his free hand.

“If Jezebel was right with the Risen Jesus, if she praised His name, the Riz would have provided her a new face. As He has provided mine.” Will sitting between Mason and Hannibal, bright new head bandage. Y/N glaring sinisterly at Mason. Mason glances at Will: “The transplant surgery is extremely skillful, which is why Cordell here will be performing the face-off.”

“Hello.”

“You boys remind me of that German cannibal who advertised for a friend, then ate the friend's penis with him before he died. Tragedy being, the penis was overcooked. Go to all that trouble to eat a friend, and you overcook his penis. They ate it anyway. They had to, they committed. But they didn't enjoy it. I'm committed to enjoying every bite of you.” Will looks to Mason: “You're gonna eat him with my face?”

“Yes. I got a taste for it after the two of you had me eat my nose.”

“You must be terribly proud that you could pull this off, Mason.” I say as I groan in pain. “An accomplishment comparable to the discovery of radium. I imagine you, the product of all my searching and expenditure, glowing in the dark like the vial in Madame Curie's laboratory. I imagine after eating you, my belly will glow like a lightbulb.”

“It's dangerous to get exactly what you want, Mason. What will you do after you've eaten me?” Will glares, “You could wreck some foster homes and torment some children…”

“Drink martinis made with tears. And that little fetus in your Belly Dr. L/N, Well I have promised my sister a baby and- I don't like breaking promises.” Mason looks towards me, My heart drops. No. He wont touch her. I wont let him. I look over at Will, tears of rage fill my eyes. As another contraction rolls through my body. Will has a very dark and sinister look on his face. 

“But where, Mason, would the hardcore fun come from?”

“Foolish to dilute this ecstatic time with fears about the future. Cordell, Mr. Graham is looking very dry. A little moisturizer, please.” Mason taps his own cheek, indicating where to apply the moisturizer on Will, as he resumes the conversation.

“I'm curious, what will be the first cuts of me you'll serve?” Hannibal asks As Cordell is preparing the moisturizer, “The first course, of course, will be your hands and feet. Sizzling on a Promethean barbecue. The coal is white and very hard, makes a clear ringing sound when struck.”

“You've thought of everything.”

“After that, we'll have a pajama party, you and I. You can wear shorties by then. Cordell's going to keep you alive for a long time.” As Cordell leans in to apply Will's moisturizer, Will's head jerks up, fast, and he LOCKS HIS TEETH into Cordell's cheek.

Cordell growls, pushing a bloody-mawed Will off of him. Will spits a ragged piece of skin onto Mason's empty plate, where it leaves a RED SMEAR and lies like an insult. Cordell clutches a bloody cheek. Hannibal holds Will's gaze, amused. I look at him, if i wasnt in so much pain I’d Kill….

“No pajama party for you, Mr. Graham. We'll be feeding you to the pigs as soon as Cordell removes your face. In a much more civilized fashion than you just tried to remove his.”

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - MASON'S BEDROOM - NIGHT-

Margot Verger is helping Mason out of bed, where he's been changed into medical pajamas, and into his wheelchair. “When I impulsively lash out, on the whole, I don't lash out randomly. I throw a very specific sort of fit.”

“You're nothing if not specific.” Mason stares at the eel swimming in the floor below his twisted feet propped in the stirrups of his wheelchair.

“I think I might feed the eel some delicacy from Lecter; his genitals, perhaps. Then when I watch it circling in a figure eight, I'll know the infinity sign it makes stands for "Lecter dead forever." How long have you and Dr. Bloom been an item?” The question gives Margot pause, but she doesn't want to betray any vulnerability to her brother. “Not long.”

“Longer than that, Cordell says. Does Dr. Bloom want children? I'm sure you've checked under the hood by now. How's the uterus? Intact? Are the hips childbearing? Roomy?”

“Land the plane, Mason.” Margot stops helping and Mason just lies there, helpless. “You have a big surprise coming to you, Margot. Do you like spoilers? I just love 'em. They don't spoil a thing for me. Would it spoil anything for you if I told you I already found us a surrogate? Not for my sperm, but for your eggs.”

“I don't have any. You took them.”

“I most certainly did, but I didn't humpty-dumpty them. I just went and found them a new basket.” Margot stares, afraid to believe him, wanting to believe him. “I told you I wanted to give you a Verger baby, our own baby. Yours and mine. But mostly yours.” Margot's voice goes cold, not to give her brother any leverage. “Where's the surrogate, Mason?”

“She's resting at the moment. Though if she fails I have a much more immediate solution.”

“She's here?” “She's on the farm.”

“I want to see her.”

First you need to prepare yourself... psychologically. This is going to be a very emotional experience for you. I have to think about the appropriate timing.”

“Don't think too long, smiley.”

“That's the spirit, Margot. Your maternal instinct is revving up.”

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-

Will Graham sits alone at the table, blood still smeared across his lips and chin. A moment, then Alana Bloom enters. Will glances up and reacts, not expecting her. His initial fear for her safety melts into something more like suspicion. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm Mason Verger's psychiatrist.” A small scoff from Will, nothing but breath. “That part of his therapy or yours?”

“I think we're all working through some issues. I'm putting an emphasis on self-preservation. Jack's alive.”

“Good for Jack. You helped Mason Verger find us.”

“I helped Mason find Hannibal. We followed Bâtard-Montrachet when we should have just followed you.”

“Almost as ugly as what Mason wants to do to us is the fact that he can do it with the tacit agreement of people sworn to uphold the law. He's planning on ripping my Daughter out of Y/N’s Womb.” Will says darkly, oh how he wished he could be with his Y/N. “It's the way of the world.”

“I never knew the world to be that way within the reach of your arm. For the first time in my life I’m Terrified.”

“I was trying to get to Hannibal before you. I knew you couldn't stop yourself. So I had to try.”

“By facilitating torture and death.”

“I can abide the thought of Hannibal tortured, not necessarily to death. I'd say he has it coming, wouldn't you? Or maybe you wouldn't. By the time the FBI gets a warrant, you and any evidence of what happened would be burnt or roiling in the bowels of Mason's pigs.”

“Or Mason himself. What did you think would happen?”

“I thought Jack Crawford and the FBI would come to the rescue. But the Finer details of what I thought would happen have evolved.”

“Then you have to evolve, Alana. You have to spill blood. By your own hand or someone else's.” Cordell enters, approaching Will in his wheelchair. “We're ready for you, Mr. Graham. You’re Fiancee is already sedated and prepped. Please keep your teeth to yourself.” Alana watching Cordell wheel Will away...

MUSKRAT FARM - PIG BARN - NIGHT-

past one pig in a cage after another, until finding Hannibal bound in his own pigpen, the brand burn stands raw and livid on his back, his arms and legs bound in the cage. He glances over his shoulder at an ITALIAN COP near the door, a tranquilizer gun on the table beside him. Margot enters.

“Buonasera, signor.”

“Buonasera, Signorina Verger.” Margot takes a breath and approaches Hannibal in his pen. “Thank you for coming, Margot. Hasn't been that long since I treated you. Have you started taking the chocolate, as Mason likes to say, after you fought him for so long?”

“Are we in therapy now?”

“You tell me.”

“Mason promised to give something back to me. Something he stole. There was a surrogate all along. It's a Verger baby. My baby.”

“You think Mason will just give you what he promised?”

“It's here. On the farm.”

“He’s about to tear a newborn away from a mother who never consented. I can imagine lots of ways to be a Verger baby that are unpleasant. I'm sure your brother can, too. Especially for a baby thats not a Verger.” Margot's eyes brim with tears as her face goes still. She knows Hannibal is telling the truth. “Listen to me, Margot. Mason will deny you. He will always deny you. You know you'll have to kill him.”

“Are you saying you'd do it for me? I could never trust you.”

“No, of course not. But you could trust me never to deny that I did it. It would actually be more therapeutic for you to kill him yourself, Margot. You'll remember I recommended that in session.”

“Wait until I can get away with it, you said.”

“What difference would one more murder charge make to me? I'm the only other suspect you've got. You can do it when it suits you, and I'll write a letter gloating about how I enjoyed killing him myself.” As Margot considers his offer… Sitting by the door. Alana enters carrying a smart handbag. She approaches, smiling.

“Buonasera.” He stands to greet her, she places her handbag on the table and, in one movement, picks up the tranquilizer gun and shoots the Italian cop in the throat, and he drops. Margot stares, dumbstruck.

“He has a pocketknife.” Alana retrieves the pocketknife from the unconscious Italian cop and crosses to Hannibal in his pigpen.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Yes. I thought I could save Will and Y/N from you, but right now, you're the only one who can save Them. Promise me you'll save them. Please.”

“I promise, Alana. And I always keep my promises. Just cut the ropes on one arm, give me the knife and leave. I can do the rest.” Alana gets uncomfortably close to Hannibal, their faces very close to each other. Alana puts the blade on the rope. “Are you going to kill Mason?”

“Margot is. Snatch some of my hair, back from the hairline, if you don't mind; get some skin. Put it in Mason's hand after he's dead.” They are close enough to kiss. Alana looks into his eyes.

“Could I have ever understood you?”

“No.” Her hand slides into his hair -- and then pulls his head VICIOUSLY to one side. as hair tears from Hannibal's scalp. In the same moment, Alana slashes a knife at the cable ties used to bind him. He rises out of the pigpen -- the Kraken awoken.

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - CORRIDOR - NIGHT-

OPERA plays. CAMERA follows the blood spray back to its source – A BODYGUARD falling backward, his throat cut. the glint of a blood-flecked BLADE wielded by –   Hannibal Who is already moving on to the second of THREE BODYGUARDS he has ambushed. He wears the clothes of the man Alana shot with the tranquilizer gun. Second bodyguard is drawing a HANDGUN from beneath his jacket. ON HIS FACE as he realizes he is too slow.

Hannibal smashes the CLAW HAMMER in his other hand into the second bodyguard's chest. He coughs blood. The gun falls from his hand as Hannibal slams him against the wall and then ducks to the ground as --

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM. The third bodyguard fires. Bullets stitch holes in the wall. Hannibal pulls his hammer from the second bodyguard with a SUCKING SQUELCH. BLAM, BLAM. Hannibal rolls under the line of fire and slams the third bodyguard THROUGH THE FOOT with the hammer.

Third bodyguard SCREAMS and tries to bring his gun to bear on Hannibal, now right below him, but Hannibal holds his wrist. A moment, and then Hannibal rips a KNIFE across the third bodyguard's abdomen. Third bodyguard sways before Hannibal – dead, just doesn’t know it yet -- as Hannibal stands up.

Hannibal reacts as doors SLAM and TWO MORE BODYGUARDS come charging into the corridor, guns drawn. Lightning fast, Hannibal hurls the bloody hammer. THE HAMMER as it spins in the air, blood trailing from it, and then -- THUNK -- it strikes one of the new arrivals, spinning him to one side. Hannibal then spins the third bodyguard and drives toward them.

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM. Bullets drive into the third bodyguard, Hannibal hidden behind him. Third bodyguard rag-dolls in Hannibal’s arms as the bullets explode into his torso. fourth bodyguard's fear as Hannibal meets them in the center of the corridor and slams third bodyguard’s face right into his.

 Fourth bodyguard flies backward, nose SPRAYING BLOOD, and tangles with the fifth bodyguard. the knife in Hannibal’s hand, as it FLASHES amid the fourth and fifth bodyguards. Blood splashes the walls.

TWO MORE BODYGUARDS -- six and seven. As they enter the corridor and pause. Guns in their hands.

The bloodbath that is the corridor -- six bloodied bodies splashed up and down the walls. GUN SMOKE hangs in the air. Blood DRIPS down the walls. Six and seven breathe deep. Tense. Guns at the ready.

 They move forward... Stepping through the bodies. their shoes as they move through the carnage. Nothing moves except for the blood sliding down the walls. Six and seven move away toward the end of the corridor. And then a bloodied figure rises from the floor

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - OPERATING ROOM - NIGHT-

He is strapped to a gurney under the bright light of an OR, his head in a surgical vice holding him absolutely still. A shadow falls across Will's face as Cordell leans over him. “Good news and bad news. The good news is, until recently, a full face transplant was almost unthinkable.” Cordell fusses around Will, checking his monitors. Whatever else, he's a perfectionist at this.

“But medical science is a fast-moving train. First, I'll lift your pretty mush right off, and then I'll expose the blood vessels and major connections of Mason's face, then lay yours straight on top.” 

The full horror of that lands on Will. “You really are done, you know. That's the bad news. Although i will grant you one thing.” Cordell moves away, leaving Will strapped to the gurney. 

Cordell brings over a small bundle, a baby. His baby. “You have a beautiful baby daughter Mr. Graham.” Will's eyes move to His baby girl. He struggles to move his limbs. Nothing doing. We see the first panic in Will's eyes.

 MUSKRAT FARM - NIGHT-

An open doorway filled with DARKNESS. A blood-splattered Hannibal looms from within to fill it. The open fields and woodland of Muskrat Farm beyond. The huge moon hanging above and a myriad of stars. Freedom. 

He could run and no one would catch him. Leave Will and be free. The thought crosses his mind. But Y/N….She didn't deserve to suffer. He takes a deep breath of night air. And then he turns back into the house, and the shadows within envelope him once more…

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - OPERATING ROOM - NIGHT-

Will Graham turns his head slowly sideways as Mason Verger is pushed in beside Will, on a gurney, by Cordell

“Cordell told me, if I waited long enough, he could grow me a new face from my own cells, but I was adamant it was your face I wanted. I was looking at your face while you were watching me cut mine off. I thought, "That's a nice face." and Now your Baby will see the face of Her father everyday of her life.”

“You're going under now, Mr. Verger, and when you wake up, your face will be bound and uncomfortable.” Cordell adjusts Mason's dosage and Mason begins to drift off: “Have you accepted Jesus, Mr. Graham? Do you have faith? I do. I'm free. Hallelujah…” And he's out. a needle enters Will's flesh. Cordell adjusts the IV bottle it's connected to. 

“This will immobilize your body, but you'll feel everything. Im first going to Finish sewing up your Fiancee and then I'm going to cut off your face without anesthesia, Mr. Graham.”

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - BABY SUITE - NIGHT-

Alana and Margot move into a tiled room with a lot of hightech medical equipment. They both stop dead and stare. In the center of the room is a large table. On top, lying on its side, is a large, unconscious FEMALE PIG with IV lines and drips filtering into it, medical monitors BLEEPING quietly… The pig's belly is SWOLLEN by a pregnancy. 

Alana and Margot move around this bizarre sight. As they do, a MONITOR mounted on the wall comes into vision – AN ULTRASOUND IMAGE in grays and blacks. It shows a human fetus, almost full term, legs tucked up… Alana and Margot stare -- stunned.

“Is he alive?” Alana reacts first, moves to check the monitors. Her face falls. “There's no fetal heartbeat.” As this lands on Margot... “Take it out... take it out.”

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - OPERATING ROOM - NIGHT-

Mason Verger, face mask off to reveal his hideous, mutilated visage, lies back, eyes closed, awaiting his new face.

Cordell's back, to find that he is hunched over Will Graham. Fully conscious as Cordell leans over him and finishes drawing a black line in marker around the line of Will's face and jaw. He leans into Will with a SCALPEL.

“You'll be sure to let me know if this hurts, won't you?”

He starts to cut around the marker line. Blood slides from the pencil-thin incision. FEELING EVERYTHING -- teeth clenched against the pain he knows is coming… -- A SCALPEL slides through skin. -- A delicate thin flow of BLOOD. -- HANDS, in surgical gloves, gently lever skin away from facial bones, revealing teeth and jaw beneath -- a face coming away from its moorings.

We are watching two interconnected operations: a face being removed and a face being sewn onto someone else. And now we add a third procedure to the mix, this one rough and violent in comparison --

the sudden BIG INCISION of a CAESARIAN SECTION across a pig's hairy belly. TIGHT FOCUS as a LAYER OF BLOODY SKIN is laid down over Mason's raw, waiting face, smearing blood where it touches.

Hands delve deep into the pig's belly, surgical gloves slick with blood. The CLOSE-UP gleam of a suture needle as it moves under bright lights, stitching the new face to Mason. Beyond, we can just make out the bloody red mess of the donor's face.

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - BABY SUITE - NIGHT-

Margot's desperate face as she forces herself to look at Alana holding her dead child.

“I want to hold him.”

She slowly takes the bundle Alana holds out to her as Alana wraps her arms around Margot as she sobs. MARGOT -- focus moving in and around her face. Enormity of her grief slamming into her. HER EYES as she squeezes them shut, holding her child tight.

VERGER ESTATE HOUSE - MASON'S BEDROOM - NIGHT-

Mason is propped up in his wheelchair, the eel moving its ceaseless patterns in the floor. We hear Mason's voice, weak at first: “Cordell?” Croaking, a whisper. Then louder: “Cordell? Cordell?!” His senses are going off, pain hitting him, fear and dread. Something is not right. His hand pumps at an ALARM BUTTON on the arm of his wheelchair. His good hand crab-walks up his chest, pulls the neck piece away. 

the mask as it is pulled away from Mason's face, not yet revealing his surgery. He grabs the mirror and holds it up. He sees that he now IS Cordell... kind of. Cordell's face has been removed and placed over his own. As Mason stares at himself in horror, Cordell's face slides off his own, leaving smears of blood before it lands on Mason's lap. “Cordell!”

Mason's good hand fumbles with the knob, pulling the drawer open, revealing a Walther PPK. He turns his wheelchair and rounds the bed toward the door and stops short at the aquarium when he sees Alana enter. “Hi, Mason.”

“What the hell's happening out there? Where's Cordell?”

“Cordell's dead. They're all dead out there. Hannibal got away.” Margot emerges from the shadows behind Mason. “Get on the horn to Washington and get four of those bastards with guns up here. Send the helicopter.”

“I found your surrogate, Mason.”

“Your surrogate, Margot. Told you I Would give you a Verger baby.”

“I'm taking what you promised me. I got everything I need from you now.”

“You can't kill me, Margot. You'll lose everything. In the absence of an heir, the sole beneficiary is the Southern Baptist Church."

“But we are going to have an heir, Mason. A Verger baby. Our baby. Yours and mine, but mainly yours.”

“Do you know what happens if we stimulate your prostate gland with a cattle prod? Y/N and Hannibal do. They helped us milk you. Maybe you shouldnt try and steal a mothers child.”

“You're dead, Dr. Bloom.”

“Oh, Mason. We all are. Didn't you know? But these aren't.” She holds up a vial of a pearly, cloudy fluid. Mason produces his pistol. Margot sees it and moves first. Crashing into Mason as he fires.

BLAM! The aquarium's glass top SHATTERS! Margot's momentum carries the wheelchair onto its side and she and Mason fall into the aquarium.

Margot and Mason fight. His goodarm pinning her under the  water. His body is dead weight against her. her swirling hair, their SILENT SCREAMS. Alana joins Margot wrestling Mason. As the two HUMAN FACES plunge down into the water. Mason's face sending blood out like a mist.

 ALANA rushes to help Margot. Grabbing at Mason. as she comes out of the water with a GREAT GASP. She holds Alana's gaze and they bear down with relentless force. Mason's hands claw at their hair. The two women hold him down.

Cordell's transplanted face undulates in the water, blood flowing from beneath it. The eel agitates within its lair. Alana's eyes lock with Margot's. SLAM -- the eel comes up and bites at the bloody wounds holding Cordell's face to Mason's... Mason SCREAMS and swallows water as the eel tears at Cordell's face.

As it comes free, the eel thrusts itself beyond, into Mason's open mouth, seeking softer meat. Cordell's bitten and torn face -- backlit -- as it slowly sinks to the bottom of the tank. still holding Mason's good hand. She reaches into a pocket and pulls out the HANK OF HANNIBAL'S HAIR. Presses it into Mason's palm…

MUSKRAT FARM - FOREST'S EDGE - NIGHT-

Of green grass in the dark. see the moon and the stars above the field. We CRANE DOWN to find Hannibal Lecter carrying a bloody and barely-conscious Will Graham over his shoulder as he walks toward the forest's edge Where Y/N and Her daughter await. 

Out of the shadows behind Hannibal, two Verger bodyguards appear. Moving swiftly upon him, raising their RIFLES to fire – the two bodyguards looming on either shoulder. PFFT! PFFT! Both of their heads fly backward as a red mist EXPLODES from them and they crumple to the ground.

CHIYOH In the bough of a large tree, looking down the sights of her hunting rifle. Hannibal Lecter now fixed firmly in her sights…

GRAHAM/L/N HOUSE - DUSK -

Chiyoh stands on the porch alone, her rifle resting in the crook of her arm. After a contemplative moment, Hannibal emerges through the front door.

“Will you go home? Can you go home?”

“No more than you can.”

“We all form frameworks from our early experiences through which later perceptions are understood.”

“Perceptions are understood when you look harder. I've looked into you. I thought you should be caged.”

“Would you watch over me?”

“I will watch over you. Not in a cage. Some beasts shouldn't be caged.”

“Your obsessive and successful hunt, whose plight was it driven by? Mine? Y/N L/N’s? Will Graham's? Yours?”

“Mischa's. Did you eat her?”

“Yes, but I did not kill her.” Chiyoh breathes a sigh of relief. “One quality in a person doesn't rule out any other quality. They can exist side by side, good and terrible. Socrates said it better The best of you and the worst with steady hands and a slow heart.”

“The most stable elements, Chiyoh, appear in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver. Between iron and silver. I think that is appropriate for you.” Chiyoh studying Hannibal, not taking her guard down.

GRAHAM/L/N HOUSE - DUSK-

Will Graham sits up in bed. His head stitched to match the neat, expert black sutures following his jawline. He glances at the chair near his bed, a writing pad on the seat. It's filled with symbols and signs of astro- and particle physics. Hannibal enters and Will hands him his writing pad. “Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder?”

“The teacup is broken. It'll never gather itself back together again.”

“Not even in your mind? Your memory palace is building. It's full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own. I've discovered you there. Victorious.”

“When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory.”

“We are a zero-sum game?” Will takes that in, considering his home and the strangeness

of Hannibal Lecter standing in it now. His Fiancee and newborn daughter in the other room.

“I miss my dogs. I'm not going to miss you. I'm not going to find you. I'm not going to look for

you. I don't want to know where you are or what you do. I don't want to think about you anymore.” The cold, even flatness of Will's words strikes Hannibal. “You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight.”

“You delight. I tolerate.” A sting of rejection. “Tolerance is a fig leaf to hide your ravenous self from the world.”

“I don't have your appetite. Good-bye, Hannibal.” Hannibal stands there a moment, rejected. Will sighs and averts his eyes. Hannibal finally goes, leaving Will alone. 

GRAHAM/L/N HOUSE - BEDROOM - DUSK -

Hannibal enters the room to say goodbye to Y/N. A woman who truly matched himself. He finds her sitting on her and Wills shared bed, rocking the small infant in her arms. “You’ve done well. She’s beautiful.” He approaches and sits beside her. 

I rest my head on his shoulder, I admire my daughter. A creation of my own. A sense of solemness runs over me. “You’re leaving arent you?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “Will has made it clear he does not want me here any longer.” 

A stray tear falls, I sniffle softly. “Right..” He pushes my hair out of my face, “Come with me.”

I look at him, “I can’t-” He nods already knowing. “I know.” He softly kisses me, its not passionate or Sexual, its a goodbye. He leans down and Kisses Brianna’s Head. “You’re a very special girl mažasis drugelis. You’re Mother and Father are very special too.” He stands and kisses my forehead and leaves. 

GRAHAM/L/N HOUSE - NIGHT

FBI VEHICLES drive at speed toward the house and AGENTS jump out. They move toward the house, guns out and ready.

The front door opens and Will emerges Holding his Baby daughter. Something he thought hed never get to do, JACK CRAWFORD Steps out of the lead vehicle, on crutches. “He's gone, Jack.”

“I'm here.” He steps out of the trees, arms outstretched, almost welcoming. Agents move in, yelling commands. He kneels as the FBI agents surround him. 

All eyes turn to me as I exit my house, Limping, I place the handcuffs on Hannibal. And before I pull away I whisper “Thank you.” 

CHIYOH watches through her rifle scope from the distant tree line, her sights on Hannibal. Jack moves to Hannibal, Will staying on the porch, watching. “You finally caught the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack.”

“Didn't catch you, you surrendered.”

“I want you to know exactly where I am. And where you can find me.” A sly glance toward Will watching from the porch, Cradling his Daughter, Brianna. 

A SEMICIRCULAR CAGE within a canopy of nylon mesh stretching outside the bars. This cell stands alone in a large space, the walls rising up high to a glass ceiling. Gantries hold armed guards. Light shines down. Hannibal's every move and action will be observed. He is under a microscope. he is looking at Alana Bloom and DR. CHILTON who regard him from outside the cage.

[etym-a-day]

hello, int.

In its modern form with its modern meaning (i.e. "a greeting between persons"), this word is first attested very late, in 1848. This form of the word is an alteration from earlier hallo, first attested still quite late in 1781, which was "a shout used to call attention". Hallo is itself an alteration of earlier holla, which is attested from the 1580s as "a command for attention", and earlier from the 1520s as "a command to stop or halt".

The earliest form of the word appears to be hollo, which is attested from the late 14th century and is of unknown origin, possibly a corruption of French holà, which has been interpreted by Century Dictionary as a merger of ho, "a call for attention", and la, "there". Other related words include halloo, a verb meaning "to pursue with shouts", holler, another verb meaning "to shout", and possibly harou, a now-obsolete word borrowed from French in the late 13th century that means "a cry of distress".

The modern form and meaning of this word arose in the frontier country of the American West, where it was used as a greeting by travelers when approaching a homestead in the phrase, hello, the house. It rose to popularity in the 1880s with the rise of the telephone, favored over Alexander Graham Bell's suggestion of ahoy.

Previous to the rise of hello, common greetings included good morrow, good even/good e'en, how, hail, well met, save you/god save you, and various others.

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Sources:

https://www.etymonline.com/word/hello

https://www.etymonline.com/word/hallo

https://www.etymonline.com/word/holla

https://www.etymonline.com/word/holler

[mistikfir]

2X07 "Yakimono"

INT. WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY Will Graham sits with a case file, reading, the dogs at his feet. The pack of dogs all jumps up as one, BARKING and agitated. Will Graham moves to the window.

[harryvoxx]

"He believed that personal style, or "Stil,", as they called it, should be an expression of one's psychology" That thought alone gave him pause. It was insight into the author's world, how one dresses, as it was to those in the current age. Attire was strategdy. His first suit had been from his father: something to attend some gala he'd cared little for. But it was there that'd he realised the power was beheld in presentation. "Though, molly and me don't get along all that well."

One bad experience had been enough.

“You mistook civility for interest. That’s on you.” it was there that his lips shifted into something akin to a smirk. He was half-joking, though he wondered if his features had shifted enough to give way to that. Harry wasn't the best at social aspects outside of the political word. He'd been made for that, but places like this dive? It wasn't exactly what he'd call 'his scene'. However, educated conversations like this one were enough to keep him engaged, and anyone who had the intelligence to debate philosphers grabbed his attention. The uncomfortable leather seat that he was sat upon groaned as he moved: he fucking hoped that didn't break.

Or he might just use a piece of the splintered wood on the owner.

God, he was in a mood tonight.

"Flirting? I don’t flirt. I negotiate.”

He pause for all of a second. Adjusting the cuff of his shirt like it mattered. It didn't. It was diversion from the topic at hand. There was a burn left there, from someone who'd once been there and was now but a ghost. "Only thing we're seducing tonight--" he grimaced as he looked around "is these radioactive cocktails." But he was right: if his client didn't turn up soon, he might just join him. "Are you always this way? Or is only when you find yourself in shitholes like this?"

Graham lounged like a man who hadn’t felt urgency in years, sprawled across the too-small vinyl seat with the kind of easy arrogance that only came from knowing you were smarter than everyone in the room, and not needing to prove it. The bar was a low-simmering pit of bad lighting and worse decisions, the kind of place where secrets changed hands over sticky tables and nobody remembered names. He was perfectly in his element. Across from him, Harry looked like he’d rather be bleeding out in his bathtub than enduring the next five minutes, and that only made things more entertaining. Graham cocked his head, eyes gleaming with amusement as the man across from him tried, and failed, to disguise his rising irritation. “Okay,” Graham began, his voice honey-smooth and already far too pleased with itself, “let’s walk this back. I’m not saying Nietzsche wasn’t a genius. I’m just saying if he walked in here right now looking like a brooding scarecrow with a mustache, half this place would assume he’s here to pitch his new startup, and the other half would ask if he sells molly.”

He took a sip from a glowing drink that probably violated FDA regulations and rested his elbow on the table. “It’s charming, you quoting Nietzsche. Tragic, but charming.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough to border on conspiratorial. “Be honest, Vox. Is this how you flirt? Nihilism over cocktails? No wonder you’re married to your inbox.” Graham flashed a slow grin — infuriatingly relaxed, too sharp to be friendly. “Don’t think I haven’t clocked the way you grit your teeth every time I talk. You’re one customer service phone call away from a full psychological break. And I find that... adorable.” He sat back again, nonchalant. “Now, if your contact doesn’t show up in the next ten minutes, I’m going to start dramatically reciting Thus Spoke Zarathustra until someone throws a glass. You included.”

[sataniccapitalist]

Someone uploaded one of those viral “help identify this racist jerk” clips featuring a man accosting a street vendor with awful Islamophobic vitriol, and it turned out he was the former US State Department Deputy Director in the Office of Israel and Palestinian Affairs.

It sounds made up, but that’s exactly what just happened; Vice has a whole article out about it. The video was uploaded today, and within hours the man was identified as Stuart Seldowitz, who helped direct US diplomacy on Israel-Palestine from 1999 to 2003 and then served on the Obama administration’s National Security Council. 

Seldowitz’s identity was confirmed by his former employer Gotham Government Relations, who released a statement denouncing him and saying they’ve ended all affiliation with him. 

(234) Stuart Seldowitz Part 2: "If we killed 4,000 Palestinian kids, it wasn't enough" - YouTube

That such a horrible person could climb his way to the highest echelons of the world’s most powerful government — working on Palestinian affairs no less — illustrates an important point about the US empire and what it is. There are no barriers stopping such creatures from rising to the top of that power structure, just the opposite in fact — they get an express lane to the top. That’s why bloodthirsty swamp monsters like John Bolton, Lindsey Graham, Victoria Nuland and Elliott Abrams find themselves so intimately involved with US policymaking.

That’s the true face of the US empire, right there. That’s the empire at its most honest. Not dressed up in affable charm and slick PR work, but sneering and hurling racist invective at immigrants who are just trying to do their jobs in peace. Not performing carefully rehearsed faces of compassion for the Palestinians who are being “tragically” and “unintentionally” killed as “collateral damage” in Israel’s war of “defense” against Hamas, but staring right into the camera and saying “If we killed 4,000 Palestinian kids, you know what? It wasn’t enough.”

Too many people look at Israel as something separate from the US empire, seeing it as a small nation run by a historically mistreated ethnic group that everyone singles out and picks on unfairly. If you look at Israel separately from the US-centralized global power structure, it feels off to have any forceful animosity toward Israel and its government, because it feels like you’re picking on the little guy.

It’s only when you see clearly that Israel is just an arm of the same empire that’s been murdering people by the millions around the world with nonstop invasions, bombing campaigns, proxy conflicts, starvation sanctions and CIA coups that you understand that, yes, Israel really is exactly as evil as it appears to be, and its behavior in Gaza is exactly what it looks like.

The US empire backs Israel for the same reason it backs most of the world’s dictatorships: because a globe-spanning empire can only be held together by nonstop violence and tyranny. Israel and other US-aligned states in the middle east are like the chair and the whip of a lion tamer — weapons used to violently abuse the populations of a crucial geostrategic region into compliance. It suits the empire perfectly to have a nuclear-armed government which exists in a constant state of war in the middle east governed by officials who speak English with American accents and interests which are reliably in alignment with those of the United States.

Stuart Seldowitz is not an aberration but a perfect manifestation of all this. This is the sort of mind which keeps the empire marching along from administration to administration no matter who Americans elect. This is the sort of mind which keeps the weapons flowing, the blood pouring, the fossil fuels burning, and the terrified screams which power the imperial machine continually erupting into the night sky.

[pupzophrenic]

🍁 Longterm Roleplay Searching ad (again, updated!)

Hello, I’m Jesse (he/they), I am 18 and I’m lookin’ for some specific ships to roleplay as of late! So heres me shooting my shot the only place I know where to.

Been roleplaying since maybe 11 or 12 years old from what I can remember, I also write fanfics, so my words do in fact….. word🙃

Before this post starts:

• I’d like to clarify I am a queer (trans) male, these pairings will be men for the most part, as I simply find males and mxm more relatable and enjoyable for me to participate in than other types of roleplay!

• Please be 18+ if you intend to dm me about this post, I like a bit of spice in my roleplays, and also just so its bot awkward af with romance stuff.

• Please be Advanced Literate to Novella if you plan to int with this post (at least 5 sentences every paragraph :,) )

• I am never quite in a rush to respond. Sometimes I might reply ASAP and other times I might take a while, please understand communication is key and responses from both ends dont need to be on any kind of schedule.

• Not very interested in OC pairings rn sorry!

Parings!:

blue = fav/rlly want

RDR: John/Arthur (also willing to do this as a non-pairing), John/Javier, John/Red Harlow, Arthur/Charles, (Id do Javier/Charles but Ive never played either </3… still on the table tho!)

Hannibal: Will/Hannibal

TWD: Rick/Daryl

Supernatural: Dean/Castiel

Madness Combat: Deimos/Sanford

Marvel: Venom/Eddie, Moonknight/Punisher, Ironfist/Starlord, Winter Solider/Captain America, Wintersolider/Hawkeye

Final Fantasy: Prompto/Noctis

Monkie Kid: Red Son/MK

“Muses” or who I would rather play:

orange = fav

John Marston

Daryl Dixon

Will Graham

Dean Winchester

Deimos

Eddie

Moonknight (Marc, Steven, Jake)

Starlord

Winter Solider

Prompto

Red Son

Further Info:

I live in CST

I only rp on Discord!!! (but DM me here first)

i will be completely honest if i dont wanna rp so we dont waste another’s time :]

[frecht]

3, 11, and 23 for the book asks!

3. i've just answered this one here and i wrote a LOTTT so i won't repeat it here. but really quickly it was (in chronological order) 1. thirsty ghosts 2. the cruelty men 3. roaming 4. the talented mr ripley and 5. the empusium

11. what was your favorite book that's been out for a while, but you only just read?

definitely the talented mr ripley (as it is from 1955) but since i wrote about that in the last ask i'll go with in other lands by sarah rees brennan (2017). it was just SOO fun. i could hardly put it down all afternoon after i checked it out from the library and ended up staying up till 1:30 (veryy late for me) to finish it. (the chapterless structure didn't help in this situation either). i thought elliott was such a hilarious wonderful narrator, and i loved the elf worldbuilding, and i just thought it was such a satisfying wonderful take on portal fantasy

23. what was the fastest time it took you to read a book?

not counting picture books, short stories, or graphic novels, it was either just lizzie by karen wilfrid or factory girls by michelle gallen. just lizzie is a middle grade novel about a girl discovering her asexuality which made me cry a lot (in a good way of course) and i read it in just a couple hours one night. and factory girls is about three girls who work in their town's shirt factory while waiting on their a-level results amongst the troubles and i also just loved this one and read it over the course of one afternoon in may (mostly on the bus).

WAIT or maybe the ministry of time. which i also started int he morning and didn't put down till i finished it in the afternoon. it's about a woman who's assigned to be a "bridge" as part of a time travel experiment for a commander rescued shortly before his death aboard the franklin expedition and i absolutely lovee when books take a societal approach to fantastical elements and in the first half of this there was a lot about graham adjusting to the modern world which i just ATE UP. loved.

[whiskeysmulti]

Bonfire (A KHR Fanfic)

Fandom: KHR Word Count: 1,032 Prompt: Bonfire Ship: 5995 and 8086 Characters: Gokudera Hayato/Sasagawa Kyouko, Yamamoto Takeshi/ Miura Haru Event Host: @flufftober

"Kyoko-chan!" Haru called as she waved to her best friend. "We have a lot to do today!"

Kyoko wasn't positive what Haru was referring to, but if her best friend needed her help she'd be more than happy to oblige. "What is it, Haru-chan?" She politely smiled, curious what the other girl needed help with and why they'd have a lot of work to do.

"Tsuna-san just informed Haru that tonight the boys are having a bonfire." Haru nodded and fished out a list of groceries she needed to get for the party.

Kyoko smiled, she loved the parties the Vongola put on, even if she and Haru were put to work all the time. Haru's creativity would always be welcomed with open arms when situations such as this arose. From Namahage to Princess ball gowns, Haru was an expert seamstress and her love for sewing could be heavily utilized here tonight. "It's a Halloween costume theme."

"Hahi? Costume bonfire?" Haru looked puzzled. "Is this another one of those traditional Vongola parties that Reborn-chan throws all the time? The ones that never make any sense?"

Kyoko smiled and nodded. "Mhmm, Reborn-chan's the one who said it was to be costume themed to begin with."

"Ah, we need to get started then." Haru excitedly gathered her purse. "We should shop for materials and supplies first."

The first thing the girls went for was food. If this was Halloween themed, they wanted to go all out. They grabbed hot dogs, marshmallows, chocolate bars, graham crackers, hot cocoa mix, various ingredients for treats and desserts and enough candy to fill a bowl and treat bags too for the younger ones.

"Is Reborn-chan joining us?" Kyoko asked, curious if they needed to purchase some espresso or not. Reborn liked his coffee strong and if he was coming too then Kyoko wanted to be prepared.

"Yes, we're going to need coffee, sushi and milk as well." Haru smiled, she knew who those items were written specifically for. It was no surprise Yamamoto and Reborn would make requests for something like that.

"I see that smile, Haru-chan. You like him don't you?" It was no surprise who the milk and sushi would be for, they were Yamamoto's favorites after all.

"Hahi!" Haru hadn't thought she'd be caught so easily. But it was true. She'd gotten over Tsuna and realized he was and always would be only her friend. However she hadn't expected the Namimori baseball star to catch her attention next. However when she analyzed things, it was often Gokudera or Yamamoto who had been there for her more often. "Don't tell anyone, Kyoko-chan." That was Haru's own way of admitting it before getting even redder in the face.

She hadn't really noticed it but the more time they spent together, in the future and the present, she realized Yamamoto wasn't just attractive and athletic but kind and protective, and had a little dangerous charm of his own. He wasn't a full blown Yankee like Gokudera, but he had his own allure and charm and that's what had drawn her in. Maybe she should make him some chocolates for Valentine's next year? That is if no one else already scooped him up. Yamamoto was quite the popular guy, having a fan club of his own as well, it honestly made Haru a little bit jealous. "We'll have to keep it cold, we can't let something like that spoil."

"Should we ask his dad to make the sushi? It would give you an excuse to go see him when you pick it u-" Kyoko was cut off swiftly by a very flustered Haru.

"Kyoko-chan! You should ask him. If I ask it'll look suspicious."

Kyoko just smiled. The bet was on. If Haru wouldn't ask Yamamoto out, Kyoko would do it for her at the bonfire. "Okay."

"Hahi!" Haru was shocked at how calm and collected Kyoko was about the situation. She should have never said that, Haru regretted it. If Kyoko asked him for her she'd look like a total wuss now! But who could blame her for being intimidated, he had a fanclub of his own. There was no way Haru could hold a candle to those girls.

They picked up decorations as well it wouldn't be Halloween themed without Halloween decorations. "Do you think we have enough to put up?" Haru asked, and just as she had, Kyoko nodded and the doorbell rang. The boys had arrived just in time to help set up.

Tsuna and Yuni walked in holding hands and even though Haru had been over him for quite some time now, it still stung a little, but the sting was soon replaced by something warmer. Well at least slightly warmer.

"Woman…" Gokudera almost growled until Kyoko reminded him to be nice.

"Hayato…" She scolded. "Haru-chan's our friend. Be nice or no cookies later." Kyoko could be terrifying when she wanted and what boyfriend liked being denied his own girlfriend's baking? That was a threat in itself right there.

Haru had crossed her arms and huffed, puffing out both cheeks and turning her nose up at him, until she heard that soothing voice, as calm and gentle as rain on a autumn evening, "Maa Maa, it's alright. He didn't mean any harm, Haru-chan." And there was that smile that melted her and made her mind draw a blank and made her swoon.

Just like the warmth of a bonfire, Yamamoto's smile warmed Haru's heart and it didn't take a genius like Gokudera to see it.

"Kyoko, why don't we go join the Tenth and the others for a seat around the fire. It's going to get crowded soon, everyone's coming tonight." That was Gokudera giving the hint to leave Yamamoto and Haru in at least a little bit of privacy. He knew the two were close and after tonight, he hoped he and Kyoko could be a little closer too, and maybe the bonfire would be the first step to starting a spark between them.

Taking his hand, Kyoko smiled and followed the Storm guardian out. As for Yamamoto and Haru…well they could catch up when they were ready, he was still kissing her.

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Just came across this while reading a translation from a French interview and felt like tossing it into the peggability conversation:

Int: A few months ago, you posed shirtless for Melody Maker. How much of that was narcissism, and how much of it was a joke?

Damon: It was just to tease, both sexual and ironic. Only Alex, the bass player, was a flirt at school. For me, being manly was never a major preoccupation. I've always felt equivocal, somewhere in between... none of us are macho. (...) Graham has always wanted to sleep with strong feminists. He loves being dominated.

(Damon's a prettyboy and Graham wants to be pegged... grass is green, fire is hot, modern life is rubbish, etc)

There is order in the world and that order lies in Blur 🙏

[konradolssonjournal]

Måndag 1 April 2024

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. —E. M. FORSTER, HOWARDS END

Lev aldrig mer fragmenterat.

B tog tidiga båten, jag klev upp, gjorde frukost åt mig och S, sedan dök vi tillbaka i våra respektive sängar. Är det inte så man ska utnyttja annandagen så säg!

The misery that oppresses you lies not in your profession but in yourself! What man in the world would not find his situation intolerable if he chooses a craft, an art, indeed any form of life, without experiencing an inner calling? Whoever is born with a talent, or to a talent, must surely find in that the most pleasing of occupations! Everything on this earth has its difficult sides! Only some inner drive—pleasure, love—can help us overcome obstacles, prepare a path, and lift us out of the narrow circle in which others tread out their anguished, miserable existences! — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Goethe: bara ett starkt inre driv kan få en att överbrygga svårigheterna som kommer ens väg. Sant.

Hör en story om Buckminster Fuller, uppfinnaren som Joel Hellermark pratade så väl om. Han hade nått vägs ände i mitten av livet, blivit av med jobbet, hade inga besparingar, var på väg att ta sitt liv så att familjen kunde leva på hans livförsäkring. På vägen till självbordet hörde han en inre röst:

“From now on you need never await temporal attestation to your thought. You think the truth. You do not have the right to eliminate yourself. You do not belong to you. You belong to Universe. Your significance will remain forever obscure to you, but you may assume that you are fulfilling your role if you apply yourself to converting your experiences to the highest advantage of others.”

Du hör till universum. Finner detta oerhört fascinerande. Så många som refererar till denna term, överallt i min research och min läsning hittar jag detta refererande till universum och att vi alla tillhör det.

Hör även berättelsen om autistiska Temple Grandin, snubblade över hennes story i Clara Törnvalls bok Autisterna. Det finns även en film, Temple Grandin, finns på HBO Max, bör ses.

Robert Greene pratar om att inget gott kommer av att avvika från den väg som man är ämnat att ta. Det är lätt att avvika i jakten på kortsiktiga pengar, men så fort man tar den vägen så blir man distraherad och uttråkad och pengarna börjar snabbt sina.

Tänker på Graham Greene-citatet som följt mig hela livet: Genom hela mitt liv har jag undvikit det som inte legat för mig. Om det vara Graham Greene kan jag inte svära, men andemeningen var denna.

Det har varit välgörande att vara på Utö, att landa i något slags grundvatten, återbesöka en plats man nästan hunnit glömma finns i ens välbefinnande liv i allt det hysteriska som händer.

Kollar 3 Body Problem. Rätt kul ändå, kanske för att det är så många referenser till begrepp och fenomen man mött senaste åren: metaverse, kataklysmer, parallella världar, UFOn… Det är en lek med fysiken som är rätt kul, men nu håller på att flumma ut totalt. Får se vart det landar.

“In nature, nothing exists alone”. – 3 Body Problem

[sheddaquarium]

Shedd Aquarium

Shedd Aquarium: A Premier Aquatic Experience in Chicago, IL

Located in the heart of Chicago, Illinois, Shedd Aquarium stands as one of the city's most iconic attractions. This world-renowned facility offers an immersive, educational experience for visitors of all ages, showcasing marine life from around the globe. Whether you're a local resident or a tourist visiting the Windy City, Shedd Aquarium provides an unforgettable adventure beneath the waves. In this article, we’ll explore the history, exhibits, and special attractions that make Shedd Aquarium a must-visit destination.

A Brief History of Shedd Aquarium

Opened in 1930, Shedd Aquarium was one of the first inland aquariums in the United States. Its founder, John G. Shedd, a businessman and philanthropist, envisioned a place where people could marvel at aquatic creatures from across the world. Since its opening, Shedd Aquarium has been a cornerstone of Chicago’s cultural and educational landscape. Originally home to just a few hundred species, the aquarium has grown into one of the largest indoor aquariums in the world, housing over 32,000 animals from more than 1,500 species.

Designed by the architectural firm Graham, Anderson, Probst & White, the aquarium’s building itself is a striking example of classical and Art Deco styles, making it a visual treat both inside and out. Located along the scenic Lake Michigan waterfront, it is also a prime spot for stunning views of the lake and the city’s skyline.

Exhibits at Shedd Aquarium

Shedd Aquarium is home to a wide variety of exhibits that showcase marine life from every corner of the globe. Whether you're interested in the deep ocean or tropical ecosystems, there's something for everyone. Here are some of the most popular exhibits you can expect to see when visiting the aquarium:

1. Wild Reef

One of Shedd Aquarium’s most popular exhibits is Wild Reef, which transports visitors to the vibrant coral reefs of the Philippines. The exhibit features more than 500 species of fish and marine life, including sharks, stingrays, and colorful reef fish. With its stunning underwater views and realistic reef setting, Wild Reef offers visitors a true glimpse of life beneath the ocean’s surface.

2. Caribbean Reef

The Caribbean Reef exhibit highlights the biodiversity of one of the most famous coral reefs in the world. The tank itself holds over 90 species of marine animals, including sea turtles, moray eels, and schools of fish. One of the highlights is the opportunity to witness the feeding sessions of the fish and turtles, providing a rare look at the creatures' natural behavior.

3. Amazon Rising

A journey into the Amazon Rainforest, this exhibit immerses visitors in the rich biodiversity of one of the world’s most vital ecosystems. With its lush plant life, interactive displays, and aquatic species like piranhas, electric eels, and river dolphins, Amazon Rising offers a dynamic exploration of the Amazon River’s unique environment.

4. Polar Play Zone

Designed especially for young visitors, the Polar Play Zone allows children to learn about the Arctic and Antarctic ecosystems through interactive play. Kids can engage with educational displays, puzzles, and games while discovering the animals that inhabit the coldest regions of the Earth, including penguins, sea otters, and beluga whales.

5. Frogs: Nature's Messenger

Frogs are the stars of this exhibit, which features hundreds of amphibian species. Shedd’s Frog exhibit showcases the fascinating lives of frogs, from the colorful and vibrant poison dart frogs to the elusive and rare species of tree frogs. Visitors will be amazed by the diversity of this often-overlooked class of animals.

Shedd Aquarium’s Special Attractions

In addition to the permanent exhibits, Shedd Aquarium hosts several special attractions and programs designed to engage visitors in unique ways.

1. Penguin Encounter

One of the most beloved programs at Shedd Aquarium is the Penguin Encounter. During this interactive experience, visitors get the chance to meet and interact with the aquarium’s penguins. Whether it’s feeding them, observing their playful antics, or learning about their natural habitats, the Penguin Encounter offers a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get up close with these adorable creatures.

2. Dolphin and Whale Shows

The aquarium's Dolphin and Whale Shows are a major highlight for visitors. These live, engaging performances feature Shedd’s resident dolphins and beluga whales, showcasing their natural behaviors and impressive skills. The shows also focus on conservation and the importance of protecting marine life in the wild. This is an educational experience that is both fun and impactful.

3. Behind-the-Scenes Tours

For those who want a deeper dive into the workings of Shedd Aquarium, the Behind-the-Scenes Tour is a must. This guided experience takes visitors into areas typically off-limits to the public, where they can learn about animal care, feeding routines, and the cutting-edge science that drives the aquarium’s conservation efforts. It’s a fascinating way to discover what it takes to run one of the world’s top aquariums.

Conservation and Research Efforts

Shedd Aquarium is not just a place for public entertainment and education – it’s also a hub for marine conservation. The aquarium is deeply committed to protecting aquatic ecosystems and advancing the science of animal care. Through its research programs, Shedd Aquarium works with global partners to conserve endangered species and their habitats.

Shedd is also involved in the fight against the global problem of plastic pollution, working to reduce single-use plastics both within the aquarium and the local community. The aquarium’s staff participates in ongoing efforts to rehabilitate and release marine animals that have been affected by pollution or other environmental hazards.

The Importance of Education

Education is at the heart of Shedd Aquarium’s mission. The aquarium offers a variety of educational programs, including classes, workshops, and field trips for school groups. These programs are designed to foster a love of marine life and a sense of responsibility for the environment in young minds. Shedd also partners with local communities to offer educational outreach programs that bring aquatic education to schools and communities across the region.

In addition to its school programs, Shedd offers numerous public lectures and events featuring experts in marine science and conservation. These events give visitors the chance to deepen their knowledge of oceanography, marine biology, and sustainability.

Plan Your Visit to Shedd Aquarium

Shedd Aquarium is open every day of the year, except on Thanksgiving and Christmas. It offers several types of admission packages, including general admission, as well as special tickets for behind-the-scenes tours and VIP experiences. For those looking to spend more time at the aquarium, a membership can provide unlimited access and additional perks, including invitations to exclusive events.

The aquarium is conveniently located along Chicago's Museum Campus, making it easy to combine a visit to Shedd with trips to nearby attractions such as the Field Museum of Natural History and the Adler Planetarium. It is also easily accessible via public transportation, making it a convenient choice for both locals and tourists.

Final Thoughts

Shedd Aquarium in Chicago is more than just a place to observe aquatic life – it’s a center for education, conservation, and community engagement. With its diverse exhibits, exciting programs, and commitment to marine science, Shedd Aquarium continues to inspire visitors and make a positive impact on the world’s oceans and the creatures that call them home. Whether you're a nature enthusiast, a family looking for a fun day out, or someone interested in learning more about the world’s oceans, Shedd Aquarium is an essential part of any Chicago visit.

By planning your visit, you’ll not only experience one of the top aquariums in the world, but also support the ongoing efforts to protect and conserve marine life for future generations.

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[tedsplaceusa]

Mini Lemon Cheesecake Recipe

Simple and delicious! Ingredients: 6 oz whipped topping, plus as needed for garnish 8 or cream cheese, softened 1 lemon, zested and juiced 8 mini graham cracker crumb pie shells 1/2 cup sugar Instructions Combine whipped topping, cream cheese, sugar and lemon juice and zest. Gently mix for 1 minute then increase speed to medium until slightly fluffy. Using a 1/3 measuring cup, scoop inte…