Sad Statue

You know what? It pains me to think that if Hannibal’s plan had succeeded and Will and Abigail had gone to Italy with him, Abigail would certainly have been able to pass for Will’s biological daughter because of their similarity in external appearance.

And the chance was fucking ruined. May I appear a bit biased here and say I couldn't forgive Will for breaking Hannibal so bad back then...

"hannibal HATES wills plaids" "hannibal would never let will wear plaid after the fall" hannibal gently dressed will in his softest plaid shirt and tucked him into bed before turning himself in to the fbi when will awoke and rejected him. i dont think he gives a fuck to be honest

“Hannibal would get annoyed with dogs in the house!” Hannibal brought sausages for Will’s dogs and smiled at them every time he came over. He enjoys having pets in his novels backstory. “Hannibal would never let Will eat junk food or drink lots of coffee!” Hannibal made Will pitch black coffee from his coffee machine. We don’t know if Will eats junk food, he might be fine with soup or sandwiches and fish he catches. “Will would hate going to the opera!” He matches Hannibal’s level of high culture when they talk. He had a piano and books by Wilde in his house, he might love it. If not, he could just space out to his stream to chill. Will could ask Hannibal to cut off his hands to grill them and Hannibal would ask him to help with the knife. Hannibal tore down his whole meticulously perfect life for Will’s understanding and love. He may be a hedonist, but he’s not materialistic— he had a rough childhood too, he immerses himself in luxury when there’s an opportunity to. He can be content without it. I really think their connection is beyond squabbles over stuff like this instead of, like, murdering people and manipulating each other

I dont know who you are and where you live but i will find you and i will give you smooches on the forehead for spitting fucking facts.

Happy April's Fool, as if you were not a fool all year round, Will 🤡

Feeling very sick

Can't do much

Old art, new meme

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You see I love the sense of humor in this fandom

Hannibal persuaded Will to kill him.

We often think of Hannibal as a man devoted to life, one who indulges in every pleasure, who immerses himself in beauty, who explicitly rejects suicide, even declaring in the final episode, “Suicide is the enemy.” Yet, what we truly witness is a man who constantly flirts with death. He is too self-possessed, too vain to end his own life directly, but he is also not so attached to life that he avoids its risks like most of us.

And then Will entered his world. Love entered his world.

Before that, Hannibal had very little tethering him to existence beyond frivolous indulgences and superficial pursuits. But once love touched his life, truly touched it, the thought of living without it became unbearable. And so, he discarded his life entirely, surrendering himself with the full knowledge that it would likely lead to a death sentence. Even when he was granted an insanity plea, he rejected it. He wanted to die.

But even before that.

So many moments where Will nearly killed him, and Hannibal never fought it. He accepted it, welcomed it. He stood before Will not as Judas but as Jesus, embracing his fate with open arms and a smile. Because oh, what a sweet release it would be to die in the hands of an angel, the most beautiful angel of death. Finally here to set him free, to take this hollow existence and make it mean something.

In the end, he could never kill himself.

But he would never stop love from doing it.

Why are you doing this to me. WHY.

Call me a social worker, because I'm about to be IN that horse 😈 🙏

it’s hot as fuck when someone isn’t afraid to show how much they want you

Two scary guitarists from a very scary german industrial metal band, y'all.

Abigail's outfit at the start: Flowy, light, unrestricted, hair down in waves

Abigail's outfit at the end: heavy looking, restricted, hair pulled back

This show is a goddamn masterpiece.

Hannibal's biggest dilemma: Do I give him head or eat his head?

There is something almost mystical about naming our inner experiences. To take something abstract...an emotion, a longing, an undefined ache, and shape it into words is an act of manifestation, a process of making the intangible tangible. Language does not simply describe; it brings forth. And when someone else finds the words we could not, it is as if they have unlocked something inside us, a door we didn’t know was there.

This phenomenon is more than poetic, it is deeply psychological. Studies in affect labeling have shown that putting emotions into words regulates our nervous system, reducing emotional distress and increasing cognitive clarity. Naming what we feel gives us a sense of control, a way to structure and process the chaos of our inner world. This is why music, poetry, and literature resonate so profoundly; they articulate what we struggle to express, creating an immediate, visceral connection between us and the artist. When a songwriter captures our exact feeling in a lyric, or when a poet gives language to an experience we thought was inexpressible, it is as if we have been seen, understood, and, in a way, completed.

This idea also has a spiritual dimension. In many traditions, to name something is to invoke it into being. Words are acts of creation; they give form to what was previously formless. In this sense, language is not just a tool for communication but a means of birth, of taking something from the depths of our psyche and bringing it into the external world.

Nowhere is this more evident than in the way Hannibal and Will relate to one another. Their connection is forged, in part, through language. From the moment they meet, Hannibal begins naming Will’s unspoken truths. “No forts in the bone arena of your skull for the things you love,” he says, and Will looks shaken, almost shocked. It is the first of many moments where Hannibal puts words to what Will has always felt but never articulated. Each time this happens, we see Will’s expression shift, sometimes in realization, sometimes in relief, as if something long submerged has finally surfaced.

Because if you can name it, you can see it. And if you can see it, you can control it.

See? See?

Studies and Articles:

Affect Labeling: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

As if they speak a shared language others are incapable of even learning, let alone understanding it.

will graham would so have one of these post-fall

Ow ow ow my heart he's so in love