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oh, beautiful poison tree
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Disclaimer: I donโt deny the existence of misogyny or its presence as a problem in fandom spaces. I also donโt know this personโs specific experience within this fandom that led them to consider it the most misogynistic of allโbut thatโs their opinion, and theyโre entitled to it. Iโm writing this because this exchange upset me a lot. I know I shouldnโt let what random people say online affect me, but it did.
My problem (aside from the fact that this person seems to believe that liking Hannibal Lecter automatically makes you an evil, sadistic misogynist) is
What the fuck are they talking about? I tried asking them what they meant, but all I got in response were attacks, insults to my intelligence and media literacy, and accusations of being "male-identified."
But am I missing something? When did Hannibal sexually humiliate teenage girls?
Unsolicited advice from an almost-40-year-old:
Donโt engage with this person. Theyโre very strongly accusatory in their opinions, but they donโt know you, and shouldnโt be condemning a stranger based on assumptions. Itโs unkind and unhelpful and deeply, deeply unnecessary in this context for them to act like this.
With that said, I think the โsexually humiliating teenage girlsโ is probably a reference to what Hannibal does to the bodies of Cassie Boyle, and, to a lesser degree, Marissa Schuur.
The way Hannibal left Ms. Boyleโs corpse feels somewhat reminiscent of a real murderer who was almost undoubtedly attempting to sexually humiliate his victim (the 1920s press called him โthe Black Dahlia killerโ, which like, way to glamourize a murderer, asshats).
Itโs in the first episode, and I could see that being really off-putting to viewers who are not as desensitized to sexualized violence against women as most of us probably are (myself very, very much included).
(Seriously, I didnโt bat an eye at that. The mushroom people bothered me so much I put the show down for like a decade, but the naked, murdered, suggestively-displayed teenage girl? That was just par for the damn course. Violence against women is very very normalized in our media.)
I will say that the rest of Hannibal is actually quite notable for how little eroticized violence against women there is (especially given how violent the show is).
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Itโs always awesome that it tells you how much Mads was committed to embodying Hannibal when he refers to Hannibal as โIโ by mistake. But the real gem here is him referring to Will as โthe little fucked up Will Grahamโ ๐ญ
The little fucked up Will Graham and his little fucked up hallucinatory menage a quatre (Mads forgot the freaky Hannibal stag man)โฆ..
(I found the quote post on pinterest, lmk if anyone knows the OP!!)
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"Then he would bite into my upper thigh until he would draw blood. And-"
"Your time is up, I'm sorry, Hannibal." Bedelia said relieved.
"Just let me tell you the end of it."
"As much as I..." She started trying to find a verb that would express her feelings "am entertained by your fantasies regarding this Will Graham, I will have to decline politely. To be frank, I don't even know how sharing your fantasies even helps with your obsession."
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Wanna bet that Will thought of Hannibal when saying his wedding vows for Molly?
She looks so gorgeous, all dressed up just to marry me, Will thought. The quiet tendril of guilt that curled around to marry me was easily stifled by the scents of bunch after bunch of flowers around the wedding gazebo, the glowing expressions of Mollyโs friends and family, the flash of the photographerโs camera.
Will took her hand in his. The officiantโ an elderly friend of Mollyโs familyโ polished his glasses and began his recitation, but it was background noise. Will smiled as he held her gaze, and Mollyโs responding smile was wide and radiant.ย
He thought about how her lips tasted, how they felt. Petal-soft and sweet, currently lined with red lipstick that complimented her eyes nicely. He wondered if it would smear across her cheek if he kissed her like he truly wanted to kiss someone he loved. How it would look, a painted streak of red.ย
Wrong. It would look wrong, of courseโฆ another clutch for balance, Will? How drastic. Pity I couldnโt send you flowersโฆ
He squeezed Mollyโs hand tighter, and smiled wider.ย
โDo you, William Graham, take Molly Foster to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and to cherish until death do you part?โ
The feeling was reminiscent of walking blindly down a road, the path laid before you, half-caught in a dream and knowing that something was so very wrongโ but knowing that it was reality. Knowing it was happening.ย
Will knew the feeling intimately. โI do.โ
โDo you, Molly Foster, take William Graham to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and to cherish until death do you part?โย
โI do.โ โI now pronounce you husband and wife, joined in eternal union. May joy and love fill all the days of your livesโฆ Mr. Graham-Foster, you may kiss the bride!โย
A cheer went up from the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, Will could see Mollyโs mother was crying happy tears, her friends clapping and whistling, and her son Walter already heading for the dessert table with the other children.ย
Molly stepped in close, smelling of warm skin, crisp lace and amber perfume, and Will looped his arm over her shoulders, fingers winding gently into her hair as their lips met.ย
Joined in eternal union you and I have begun to blur did you believe you could change me as I changed you I already did weโre conjoined Iโm not sure if either of us could survive separation if I saw you every day forever Will I would remember this time every crime of yours feels like one of mine I wanted to run away with you I wanted you and wanted I wanted I wantedโย
And for a momentโ with a hand braced against a shoulder and another around his waist, fingers in someoneโs dark blonde hair, dipping slightly in a warm embrace with the glint of silver between themโ a darkened kitchen materialized under his eyelids. Lemon and parsley instead of heady florals, the slickness of blood coating his arms instead of a silky white dress shirt, a broader palm and heavier breath, the glint of a karambit knife.ย
I will use a gutting knife meant for precision in case my hands are unsteady, I wouldnโt want to cause any truly fatal damageโฆ this is only a vengeful lesson in kind. They will be unsteady. He has always unsteadied me. I cannot bring myself to end that, despite everything. This is my design.
Will made a weak little half-gasp, and the soft, dewy retreat of Mollyโs mouth and the fond laugh that filled the space made him ease his eyes open to meet hers. โThat happy to be hitched at last, sweet man?โ Will simply nodded and held her arm as he led her back down the aisle, flower petals tossed from either side.ย
This would be like a perfect dream come to life, Will thought, but Iโm not the perfect man for this. And the dreams I have have never been and will never be anything like thisโฆ
The wedding cake Molly had him cut for her was beautiful, decorated in vanilla buttercream frosting with chocolate swirls and cut berries. The guests clinked champagne glasses, laughing and chatting, and took plates to grab a slice. Will sunk the knife in gingerly, and the cake inside was a red so dark it was almost black. Rivulets of sticky red ran down the blade of the knife, a droplet catching between Willโs thumb and forefinger.
Molly took his hand in hers and kissed it clean, lashes low and playful. โRaspberryโs my favorite, you know.โย
Will swallowed hard.
Dawn was almost breaking by the time he drifted off that night, lying still beside his newlywedโs sleeping form in the tousled sheets. He stared at the ceiling and thought of seven doors and their keycards, guard rotations and tray meals and the sting of sodium thiopental in the veins. The recent penchant for red lipstick on another woman heโd once kissed and the clack of a cane. A lithe, loyal guardian with her hunting rifle and the princely sum that sat deposited in his bank account as something akin to a taunt.ย
You know that nothing matters without me. You and I bestowed the finishing touches on the landscapes of each otherโs worldsโฆ
I think youโll be happy to hear that the voice in my head still sounds like you. Itโs only fitting.
Will smiled into the darkness of the room, and let the soft clip-clop-clip of shadowy hooves on the hallwayโs hardwood sing him to sleep.
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I actually love Hannibal taking the coat from Alana in Mizumono cause it's such a fuck you all fuck you all very much I am heartbroken and I have no fucks left so go to fucking hell and die for all I care and while we're at it let me take this coat from your dying body you rotten piece of meat hope you drown in the rain of my tears
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fuckk thatโs creepy as hell. makes me feel sick n disgusting. i love it i need more of it right fucking nowww
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his swagless mental breakdowns this, his homoerotic patterns of grief that. what about HER grief-stricken moments of extremely poor decisionmaking? what about HER incredibly alarming isolation and trauma-driven life choices?!?!?!
