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once you remember that you are not in fact catholic and do not actually have to confess your sins all the time things will get better for you. kill the part of you that wants to go into some strangers inbox and tell them why you don’t listen to rap.

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I think it needs to become common knowledge that "inability to read social cues" can show up as overcompensating.

You don't know how much misbehaviour is allowed, so you become the perfect child who never tests rules.

You don't know if someone is irritated with you, so you'll be extra generous and self-effacing.

You don't know how much is expected of you at work so you'll kill yourself in a minimum-wage job and not notice that nobody else is working like this.

"Hardworking and quiet" should be as much of an autism red flag as "ignores rules and doesn't know when to stop talking". Or why don't we just start using words to communicate so i can stop tracking everybody's eyebrow twitches, that would be great.

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“it’s circus work.” not to me. not if it’s my monkeys.

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can anyone tell me the watch order for every movie ever so i can understand all references and homages

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you can hit it raw, i’ve got an IED

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there used to be this giant book that was shipped to everybodies home whiched doxxed everybody in the city

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one of the funniest things abt this white collar job so far is that i get to see how fucking long people take for the tiniest things. "please paste this text into a separate document and send it to me whenever you're able to this week" i mean shit, man, i know what it's like to take weeks for a 2 minute task, but that's wild even for my standards. like yeah i can probably find the time to press the copy and paste buttons sometime this week

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reblog if u say “y’all” in real life or want to use the large hadron colider to create a black hole that will rip the earth into pieces

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I think this little detail sums up Hannibal and Will's relationship so well. When Hannibal and Will meet in front of the Primavera in Dolce, their conversation is very gentle. A meaningful talk between two people who have known each other for ages, who care incredibly much about each other and are, very simply put, just happy to be with each other again. During this conversation, Will says ''It's good to see you.'' Very plainly, very simple. It's good to see Hannibal. It fills him with a certain joy, he smiles gently as he says it.

Keep in mind, the last time they saw each other was when Hannibal stabbed him, left him to bleed on his kitchen floor, killed Abigail, hurt all Will's friends and ran away. They see each other for the first time again after months, and Will (who had all the rights in the world to be really, really angry) is just so happy to see him that he feels that it's good for him. Will tells him he wouldn't know if he could survive if they were to be separated again, very quietly. Their conversation is one of love. A very subtle, soft kind of passion and devotion. A ''here we are again, you and me, whatever happened, I understand you, I missed you, I love you''.

After the whole Muskrat farm fiasco where Will rejects Hannibal and Hannibal surrenders to the FBI, Will is the one who leaves Hannibal to bleed (metaphorically). He tells him that he doesn't want to see him anymore and Hannibal gets on his knees in the snow. He's begging, he's desperate. He lost what, in the end, was the only thing that mattered to him: Will. He gave up his freedom and everything he stood for (he stabbed Will partially in fear of betrayal and being imprisoned/caught) to keep Will, while Will told him to leave because he knew the cops were coming and he wanted Hannibal to be free. Both Mizumono and Hannibal's surrender are so tragic because they come from misunderstandings. Will wanted Hannibal to leave because he wanted him to be free, Hannibal would rather be imprisoned if that meant he could keep Will in his life.

Three years go by, Will marries, builds a life around Hannibal. He has ''everything he ever wanted''. A family, love, a child, his dogs, a quiet life without corpses. He manages to go on like this for two years before he needs to see Hannibal again (convincing Jack he needs to let him talk to Hannibal to catch the dragon). Will is angry at him because Hannibal didn't end up where Will wanted him: free. He hates to see Hannibal caged. To see him undone of everything that made him who he was. It upsets him. Will is visibly uncomfortable every time he visits Hannibal, but his longing is clear. When Hannibal asks him if it was good to see him (a reference to their reunion three years ago), Will answers: ''Good? No.''

It's how their relationship works. In Dolce, Will was so happy to see Hannibal because he took his time to find him. He wanted to see him. He sailed the ocean willingly. He didn't mind abandoning his life and position to have Hannibal back. He forgave Hannibal for what he did because he loved him and knew that violence and betrayal would always be part of their relationship, and he saw beauty in that. It was good to see him.

Will could forgive Hannibal for hurting him. He couldn't forgive Hannibal for hurting himself by turning himself in when Will so carefully planned out a way for him to escape.

When Will finally sees him again, it's not good to see him, because he didn't go there ''willingly'', but he needed it. He needed to see him, to speak to him, which he literally says somewhere through season 3b. He loves him still, and he hates himself for it because he was unable to distance himself when given the chance for three years.When they're finally together again, Will knows there's no going back. When they're on that cliff, they see each other. It's not good or bad, it's beautiful. Will finds the concept of them, as they are at their cores, beautiful. He's not angry anymore, he isn't the same kind of happy he was when they met in Florence, this is different. It's a last reunion, and he knows they're never going to be separated again (because, as he wondered in Dolce, he wasn't able to survive without Hannibal in the end). He throws them off a cliff so that neither of them can walk away by the end of the night. It ties up the loose ends of their past reunions. They're together, that's all there is for them, and for Will, that's enough.

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there are already quite a few articles that talk about people starting to believe chatgpt is accessing like. a higher form of power and secrets to the universe and its actually really scary to see how quickly people can fall for it and start believing it without any questions. i can send you some archive links if you'd like but basically yeah. it's about what you can probably imagine.

The human brain is a pattern-seeking lab rat that gets a hot bump of cocaine every time it connects two dots and we should not be evaluating the value of those connections based on the enthusiasm of the rat

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Me: Okay, Outlook email on desktop. Time to change password

Outlook: Okie dokie! :D Sending you a confirmation number to your mobile app. :)

Me: Awesome, thanks

Me: Hmm, it’s not showing up in my app.

Outlook: That’s okay! You can click “I don’t have access to my app right now” :)

Me: Oh, okay, thanks!

Me: *click*

Outlook: Okay, so it looks like you don’t have access to the app right now! Would you like to confirm through the app instead? Or would you like me to send you a confirmation code?

Me: I just said I don’t- yeah, okay, sure. Send me a confirmation code.

Outlook: Okie-dokie! Sending you a confirmation code. It should show up soon in your app :)

Me: Okay so I just said I can’t access the app though

Outlook: Oh, that’s okay! :D Just click “confirm another way” :)

Me: ….okay

Me: *click*

Outlook: Awesome! So it looks like you don’t want to confirm using the app right now. Would you like to confirm by entering a number into your app, or would you like a confirmation code sent to your app?

Outlook: :)

Me:

Me: You know what. I’m just going to change my password on the app.

Outlook: Okay! :D

Me (on the mobile app): Okay so I’d like to change my password

Outlook (app version): Okay! :D Just sending a code to your app so you can confirm :)

Me: Okay but I’m already on the app.

Outlook: That’s okay! :D Just click “I DON’T have access to my app right now” :)

Me: I’m on the app. I’m literally- okay.

Me: *click*

Outlook: Cool! :D So you’ll need to enter this number into your app

Me: I’m not receiving these numbers on my app. None of these are showing up in my app. They aren’t showing up in my junk folder, they aren’t getting blocked, I’m just straight up not receiving them. How do I change my password WITHOUT USING THE APP TO CONFIRM

Outlook: Oh that’s easy-peasy! :D Just turn off two-factor authentication in your settings :)

Me: Okay

Outlook: :)

Me: *Turns off authentication*

Outlook: Awesome! :D Looks like you’ve turned off two-factor authentication :)

Me: ….yeah

Outlook: :)

Me:

Outlook: :)

Me:

Outlook: :)

Outlook: So if you just want to confirm that choice by entering this code into your app-

Me: OH MY GOD

Me: *deletes app, turns off phone*

Me (back on desktop): So I’d like to change my password

Outlook: Awesome! :D So if you just enter this number into your app-

Me: I cannot access the app

Outlook: Awesome! :D So if you’d prefer, we can send a code to your app-

Me: I cannot access the app

Outlook: Awesome! :D So if you can just enter this code from your app-

Me: I cannot access the app

Outlook: Oopsie-doopsie! :D Looks like there’s been a wee little whoopsie-daisy-doodle-doo verifying your account :) Now if you could just open your app-

Me: Ohhhhhhh my god

Outlook: Or download our authentication app

Me: Okay

Me: (downloads app)

Authentication app: Hi! :D

Me: Hi. I’d like to verify my desktop account.

Authentication app: Okie-dokie! :D Just log in with your email and password :)

Me: …Okay

Authentication app: Looks good to me! :D

Me: …….okay

Authentication app: :)

Me:

Authentication app: :) So what can I help you with?

Me:

Me: ….I would like. To verify my desktop account.

Authentication app: Okie-dokie! Just-

Me: I cannot access my app

Authentication app: That’s okay! :D

Me: ….okay

Authentication app: Yeah that’s what I’m here for :)

Me: okay

Authentication app: :)

Me:

Me: ….so how do I-

Authentication app: Just enter this number we sent to your authentication app-

Me: YOU ARE THE AUTHENTICATION APP

Me: YOU ARE SHOWING ME NOTHING

Authentication app: OH

Me: YEAH

Authentication app: Hmm yeah okay I see the problem

Me: DO YOU

Me: DO TOU REALLY

Authentication app: Yeah you need to confirm your account somewhere else to access me :)

Me: NO SHIT

Authentication app: Hey :( I’m only trying to help :(

Me: You’re right. Okay. I’m sorry.

Authentication app: It’s okay :)

Me: So where else can I confirm my account.

Authentication app: Oh that’s easy-peasy! :D Just open your mobile app and

Me: (slams my face directly into my desktop computer, crushing my skull and the motherboard at the exact same time and torpedoing us both directly to hell)

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BEDLIA SAW IT ALL. SHE ALWAYS DID.

“Is Hannibal… in love with me?” “Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment in the very sight of you? Yes. But do you ache for him?”

Let’s be very clear: Bedelia Du Maurier is the only character who walks into Season 3 knowing exactly what story she’s in.

Everyone else — Will, Jack, Alana is still playing chess. Bedelia is reading the damn script.

She knows Hannibal is dangerous and not just intellectually. She knows he devours not just bodies but identities. And she knows he’s not just obsessed with Will he’s metaphysically bound to him.

She doesn't ask “Does Hannibal love Will?” to be provocative.

She asks because she’s already calculated the cost of being the woman standing between a god and his chosen disciple.

She warns Will. She warns Hannibal. She tries, for a time, to curate her own survival. But what makes her tragic is that she knows she’s not a participant in their story. She’s a footnote. An observer. A ghost inside the theatre.

She’s poised, brilliant, manipulative yes. But she’s also in survival mode, almost always.

Her actions are strategic not seductive. Her elegance is armor, not allure.

She’s not trying to win Hannibal. She’s trying to outrun him.

But she still ends up seated at that long table. Alone. Dressed like the final girl in an opera. Awaiting her own consumption

Not screaming. Not crying. Waiting.

Because Bedelia always knew this was the ending.

She just hoped she’d find a loophole.

SHE'S THE ONLY CHARACTER WHO SEES LOVE AS VIOLENCE

Let’s revisit this exchange:

Will: Is Hannibal... in love with me? Bedelia: “Yes. But do you ache for him?”

This isn’t just Bedelia being sly.

This is Bedelia translating Hannibal's hunger into a divine, destructive force.

She names it. She gives it language.

Not lust. Not obsession.

Ache. Sacrament. Ritual. Death.

She knows Hannibal doesn’t want to possess Will. He wants to transform him. Through suffering.

And Will — Bedelia knows — wants it too.

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Little insignificant headcanon that when Dick first started living with Bruce and he was in his sassy unhinged third grader era, Bruce would always give him a lollipop when they went out as Bruce and Dick. At a gala? Dick has a lollipop. To the park? Dick has a lollipop. A Gotham Knights game? Dick has a lollipop. Interview with Vickie Vale? Dick has a lollipop.

Everyone is convinced Dick Grayson just has a lollipop addiction. In reality? Bruce has to give him one so he’s too preoccupied to run his mouth. The few times Dick isn’t given a lollipop or Bruce runs out while they’re still out and about, Dick acts like a feral little brat who makes an interviewer cry, all with a smile on his face as he squeezes Bruce’s hand, giggling. The first gala Bruce brought Dick to, they had to leave early because Dick was a little too sassy with a few Wayne Enterprises partners and a couple women who were trying to flirt with Bruce and shoo Dick away. It was shortly after that when Bruce came up with the lollipop solution.

So most paparazzi pictures of Dick show him with a lollipop of some sort, but it even carries over to when he’s an adult. Did Bruce get him addicted to them? Maybe. Not on purpose. But now, everyone think Dick just has always loved lollipops, and even though he’s currently got one in his mouth and he’s fiddling with the stick, he smirks and explains, “Actually no, Bruce first started giving them to me when I was little to get me to shut up. It’s so sad, really. Children should be seen and not heard, isn’t that what you said, B?”

Bruce is glaring at him. Shit like that is exactly why he needed to keep Dick’s mouth shut in the first place.

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I feel like Robert Pattinson was born to be a strange old man actor. Like he's already great but he's really gonna hit his peak when he's around 70

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I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"

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Will Graham is like. The Character. He is not a victim of circumstance. No, he's a victim of himself. Feeling things so deeply while trying to convince yourself it's untrue is like an immovable object and an unstoppable force. And maybe that's Will and Hannibal's whole dynamic boiled down in a way that discraces the word "love" because a four letter word is a disservice to what they feel for each other. Anyways

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”i should’ve put you and hannibal in a cage together, i wonder what you would’ve done.” they would’ve fucked, mason. they would’ve went at it raw for hours.