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um..i reblog anything that i think is fun.. and stuff..
balphesian: nbchannibal: Let’s take a moment to appreciate how symbolic this shot is. NBCHANNIBAL I SWEAR TO GOD Actually yes, let’s do take a moment to appreciate how symbolic this shot is: Bedelia has firmly removed herself from her psychiatrist’s chair, which is noticeably located on the lighter (illuminated) side of the room; in this moment, she is not a point of Light or Clarity, as psychiatrists often attempt to be for their patients (and what Bedelia arguably is, for Hannibal; the light to his unending dark, a shining brightness he fixates on in order to illuminate the world of humanity all around him). She is standing, not sitting. She has removed herself from the concept altogether—because she is maintaining boundaries, and recommending that Hannibal do the same, since, you know. Common sense. And yet, in doing this, she has moved to the dark side of the room; her allegiance is now more in line with Hannibal’s, sliding into the dimly lit world of secrets and half-truths. And Hannibal sits as if he is expecting her to drop back into that role—the role of his therapist. He is expecting it. She IS that role, for him. He expects it of her because his boundaries are not boundaries so much as they’re overlapping venn diagrams.  It’s also interesting to note that their positions switch completely during this scene; Hannibal begins it standing, staring out of the window into undefined light (like he’s done in other episodes; in Abigail’s hospital common room)—looking into the light, but separated from it entirely by a pane of glass. Bedelia sits in Hannibal’s chair, taking on a passive role for the time being, while Hannibal takes on the looming, aggressive one, silhouetted starkly by the light he can’t touch. When Bedelia stands, she is reasserting herself. She is someone worthy of respect; of course she’s tainted, but she wouldn’t betray herself or her patient, not when so much is on the line. Her posture says as much. And Hannibal does not kill her because she didn’t tell her secrets (their secrets) to Jack Crawford, which likely would have brought Jack closer to the truth he’s hunting—Hannibal must be careful to monitor his secret-keepers now more than ever. His change in demeanor is startling to watch when she brings it up, too; there’s an incredible dynamic to this scene, but it’s all body language. And they end it together—they end at this shot—because they’re in this together, whatever ‘this’ might be. (And yet they are still so very, very far apart.)

balphesian:

nbchannibal:

Let’s take a moment to appreciate how symbolic this shot is.

NBCHANNIBAL I SWEAR TO GOD

Actually yes, let’s do take a moment to appreciate how symbolic this shot is:

Bedelia has firmly removed herself from her psychiatrist’s chair, which is noticeably located on the lighter (illuminated) side of the room; in this moment, she is not a point of Light or Clarity, as psychiatrists often attempt to be for their patients (and what Bedelia arguably is, for Hannibal; the light to his unending dark, a shining brightness he fixates on in order to illuminate the world of humanity all around him). She is standing, not sitting. She has removed herself from the concept altogether—because she is maintaining boundaries, and recommending that Hannibal do the same, since, you know. Common sense. And yet, in doing this, she has moved to the dark side of the room; her allegiance is now more in line with Hannibal’s, sliding into the dimly lit world of secrets and half-truths. And Hannibal sits as if he is expecting her to drop back into that role—the role of his therapist. He is expecting it. She IS that role, for him. He expects it of her because his boundaries are not boundaries so much as they’re overlapping venn diagrams. 

It’s also interesting to note that their positions switch completely during this scene; Hannibal begins it standing, staring out of the window into undefined light (like he’s done in other episodes; in Abigail’s hospital common room)—looking into the light, but separated from it entirely by a pane of glass. Bedelia sits in Hannibal’s chair, taking on a passive role for the time being, while Hannibal takes on the looming, aggressive one, silhouetted starkly by the light he can’t touch. When Bedelia stands, she is reasserting herself. She is someone worthy of respect; of course she’s tainted, but she wouldn’t betray herself or her patient, not when so much is on the line. Her posture says as much. And Hannibal does not kill her because she didn’t tell her secrets (their secrets) to Jack Crawford, which likely would have brought Jack closer to the truth he’s hunting—Hannibal must be careful to monitor his secret-keepers now more than ever. His change in demeanor is startling to watch when she brings it up, too; there’s an incredible dynamic to this scene, but it’s all body language. And they end it together—they end at this shot—because they’re in this together, whatever ‘this’ might be. (And yet they are still so very, very far apart.)

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kingschultzies:

*policeman voice* alright sir im going to have to ask you a few questions. *pulls out notepad* where did you come from? where did you go? *slams fists on interrogation table* where DID you come from cotton eyed joe?

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not-photogenic:

today in drama class i had to act like i was high and i literally just quoted popular text posts and i got congratulated on my performance 

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guesswhoscomingtodinnerlate: experimentkyrii: thetomboywithheadphones: bunnyinthebasement: dragonsateyourtoast: thetomboywithheadphones: leraggadyman: thetomboywithheadphones: So there’s this girl who sits next to me in Biology, and she is such a religious nut She literally lectured me today because apparently I took the lord’s name in vain when I said “Mother of god” and I was doing my nails right now and  got the idea of making them fandom related, and decided on making them about Supernatural. I’m pretty sure shes going to scream bloody murder and lecture me when she sees them tomorrow in class. oh well Oh please do tell. This is gonna be great. Update: I STILL CANT STOP LAUGHING SINCE THIS MORNING We were sitting in class today doing the assignment and I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She saw my nails and looked kinda freaked out, so she made a small cross with her fingers in her lap and then, I kid you not, whispered “Cristo.” so then just to freak her out, I flinched and turned to glare at her, and she looked so petrified she almost jumped out of her chair YOU ARE MY HERO Reblogging just for the caption.  UPDATE: So today, just for the sake of curiosity  I wanted to see if she still legitimately believed I was a demon after having the weekend to mull it over. I was in homeroom, and she, 5 of my other friends, and I were all at our usual table, and she started ranting about something. (I should probably mention she hasn’t made eye contact with me since the incident on Friday) I looked up from what I was doing to ask what she was ranting about, and she said “I AM JUST SO FURIOUS. THEY’RE THINKING OF REMOVING “Under God” FROM THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE!” Seeing as we’re american, this is pretty much a huge deal? “WHY? GOD IS EVERYWHERE. GOD IS IN OUT EVERY BREATH. THEY’RE ALSO THINKING ABOUT REMOVING THE “In God we trust” FROM OUR CURRENCY. I AM JUST FURIOUS.” And so, every time she said the word “God” Id glare at her and lean a bit forward  She kept leaning backwards as to stay away from me, and then finally, after she finished ranting, all of my friends went into their own little conversations, and it was just the two of us left, so I let out a low growl at her and she covered her mouth with her hand and ran to the teacher’s desk to get away from me. I’m pretty positive she’s convinced I’m possessed by a demon. I admit, this one may have been a bit mean, but I was curious, sorry I’m not sorry.  I know I already reblogged this but here’s the most recently updated one omg i’m done with everything i just adksj;kdlfgl This lady is my hero.

guesswhoscomingtodinnerlate:

experimentkyrii:

thetomboywithheadphones:

bunnyinthebasement:

dragonsateyourtoast:

thetomboywithheadphones:

leraggadyman:

thetomboywithheadphones:

So there’s this girl who sits next to me in Biology, and she is such a religious nut She literally lectured me today because apparently I took the lord’s name in vain when I said “Mother of god” and I was doing my nails right now and  got the idea of making them fandom related, and decided on making them about Supernatural. I’m pretty sure shes going to scream bloody murder and lecture me when she sees them tomorrow in class. oh well

Oh please do tell. This is gonna be great.

Update: I STILL CANT STOP LAUGHING SINCE THIS MORNING We were sitting in class today doing the assignment and I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She saw my nails and looked kinda freaked out, so she made a small cross with her fingers in her lap and then, I kid you not, whispered “Cristo.” so then just to freak her out, I flinched and turned to glare at her, and she looked so petrified she almost jumped out of her chair

YOU ARE MY HERO

Reblogging just for the caption. 

UPDATE: So today, just for the sake of curiosity  I wanted to see if she still legitimately believed I was a demon after having the weekend to mull it over. I was in homeroom, and she, 5 of my other friends, and I were all at our usual table, and she started ranting about something. (I should probably mention she hasn’t made eye contact with me since the incident on Friday) I looked up from what I was doing to ask what she was ranting about, and she said “I AM JUST SO FURIOUS. THEY’RE THINKING OF REMOVING “Under God” FROM THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE!” Seeing as we’re american, this is pretty much a huge deal? “WHY? GOD IS EVERYWHERE. GOD IS IN OUT EVERY BREATH. THEY’RE ALSO THINKING ABOUT REMOVING THE “In God we trust” FROM OUR CURRENCY. I AM JUST FURIOUS.” And so, every time she said the word “God” Id glare at her and lean a bit forward  She kept leaning backwards as to stay away from me, and then finally, after she finished ranting, all of my friends went into their own little conversations, and it was just the two of us left, so I let out a low growl at her and she covered her mouth with her hand and ran to the teacher’s desk to get away from me. I’m pretty positive she’s convinced I’m possessed by a demon. I admit, this one may have been a bit mean, but I was curious, sorry I’m not sorry. 

I know I already reblogged this but here’s the most recently updated one

omg

i’m done with everything i just

adksj;kdlfgl

This lady is my hero.

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masasexual:

marciewantsthev:

masasexual:

Imagine that you’re awkwardly sitting there at a formal dance when suddenly you see a hand extended towards you.  ”May I have this dance?” they ask.  You look up, and find that it’s your favorite character.

Imagine that favorite character then fucking you so hard that night that you don’t think you’ll be able to stand the next morning.

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free-wifi-for-all:

my mom hasn’t been home in over 12 hours so im going to eat breakfast, take a shower, then clean the whole house because it is now mine

abstractcontraption:

OMFG I’m pissing I just found an old album with photos of me during a school trip in Berlin and

I was

so

fucking

enthusiast

wardrobespierre: girljanitor: all-four-cheekbones: thedoctors-steampowered-hunter: fernacular: demonsee: Rule 63 Captain America, cosplayed by dangerousladies, photographed by Josh Barrett this is so gorgeous and awesome in every way. I nearly jumped for joy that she wasn’t sexualized, that it was his uniform just with a female under the clothes, god i love this fucking cosplay Also some kind of arcane witchcraft has gone into that hair. setting lotion is definitely witchcraft I would sell my fucking soul to be able to do my hair like that holy shit.

wardrobespierre:

girljanitor:

all-four-cheekbones:

thedoctors-steampowered-hunter:

fernacular:

demonsee:

Rule 63 Captain America, cosplayed by dangerousladies, photographed by Josh Barrett

this is so gorgeous and awesome in every way.

I nearly jumped for joy that she wasn’t sexualized, that it was his uniform just with a female under the clothes, god i love this fucking cosplay

Also some kind of arcane witchcraft has gone into that hair.

setting lotion is definitely witchcraft

I would sell my fucking soul to be able to do my hair like that holy shit.