tv shows | movies | fanfiction#1...HANNIGRAM SUPPORTER˚✧₊⁎<3ao3: @laruangoso | fic requests welcome!
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Latest Posts by awritingbear - Page 3
Desperately needing a Hannibal season 4 or a post-fall movie, but not wanting the perfection that is the tv-show to be tainted IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS
I'm not sure which direction the pendulum will swing but someone's getting knocked up
The main reason I've never been to therapy is mostly because realistically, I can't get some freakshit out of it like Will Graham did
I'm so lonely, I say as I don't try to make friends
mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter
art by @/m.emityy on X 🖤
Fic idea where Will buys a sketchy house for unbelievably cheap, only to regret buying it because the house is haunted by a malevolent spirit (Hannibal) that wants him to please stop messing up his beautiful home with his blasphemous modern technology (also please stop tearing out the floorboards because you're going to find my medieval torture chamber and I will have to get rid of you no matter how attractive you are)
I will write smut and think it's the pinnacle of all my works, forget about it, remember I wrote it, then cringe and put it in a hidden folder on ao3 where it will never again see the light of day
this feels a little TOO accurate
Another work by Alessia Pelonzi. Wonderful.
https://www.instagram.com/alessiapelonzi?igsh=bDZtczJiZ2t5N3pu
I think hannibal’s dick gave will graham brain damage bc it took him entirely too long to figure out who framed him for murder, mf is like… who could have done this to me.. who has intimate knowledge about my psyche, my schedule, and unpublished crime scene evidence which I share with my therapist in excruciating detail… what’s not clicking william?
saying “these characters should hatefuck” is actually some of the most thoughtful character analysis one can do
Sonic 3 | ☆☆☆☆☆
I'VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT, I love this movie. I don't care if it was stupid at some points, it was perfect. I don't know if they were really references to the Fandubs, but every reference had me screaming. This was the most fun I've had watching a movie in a while and the AKIRA SLIDE! This movie was ridiculous and the animation was insane. It was perfectly comical and I loved it. I just love Sonic so much. And Knuckles and Tails. I love Tails. MARIAAAA!
Reading summaries for books with cannibalism is weird because all of them have this vibe, you just know someones gonna eat someone in there
yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me
Will is so much better than me, my soul would have left my body if I found Georgia under my bed
hannibal ruined me, all I can read are books with cannibalism now
god forbid I take the last bite of something and forget it was the last bite and get mad when all my food is gone
Why do you think Will and Hannibal both went through scarcity but relate so differently to money? (love your blog)
Will grew up poor, but there is no indication that he suffered from literal hunger. More likely, he lived in a state of constant limitation, having enough for basic sustenance and shelter but little beyond that. His poverty was not one of extreme deprivation but of restriction, of never being able to afford more than the essentials. Later in life, however, Will gained financial security through his professional roles...his work as an FBI consultant, his teaching position, and even as an author of a book used in official training. By the time we see him in the show, he is far from poor; in fact, he has amassed significant wealth. Yet his attitude toward money is cautious, even frugal. This is a common trait in those who grow up without financial security. Money is not seen as something to be indulged in but as something to be preserved. The fear of losing it lingers, and so he is unlikely to splurge, preferring comfort over excess, stability over extravagance.
Hannibal’s trajectory, by contrast, is one of dramatic extremes. He was born into wealth, lost it in an incredibly brief yet profoundly traumatic period of scarcity, and then regained it, never to lose it again. The nature of his deprivation was far more intense than Will’s, his suffering was not just financial but existential, marked by starvation, war, and the destruction of his entire world. This kind of scarcity often breeds an obsession with indulgence rather than security. Those who experience such extreme deprivation, especially those who later come into great wealth, frequently develop compulsions toward excess, seeking to consume, possess, and experience everything available to them as a way to compensate for past lack. Hannibal, with his tastes, opulent lifestyle, and relentless pursuit of pleasure, embodies this tendency. He doesn't just enjoy luxury, he devours it, making an art form out of indulgence itself.
This contrast in their financial psychology also mirrors their deeper fears. Hannibal’s greatest fear is the loss of control, but paradoxically, he has a repressed desire to relinquish it. His indulgences, his love of fine dining, extravagant possessions, and excessive refinement, serve as an outlet for this tension, a "safe" way for him to surrender control without ever truly doing so. He allows himself to indulge because he remains the master of his own excess.
Will, on the other hand, fears losing his mind. His life is not built around control in the same way Hannibal’s is, but rather around creating an environment that minimizes risk. He does not need extravagance, he needs stability, predictability, a life free from unnecessary variables. His frugality is not just financial but existential; he seeks security, not pleasure, and constructs his world accordingly. His job then is his way of indulging in risk.
In the end, their differing relationships with wealth reflect the deeper structures of their personalities. Hannibal, ever-consuming, transforming indulgence into control, and Will, always conserving, ensuring he never steps too far into uncertainty.
wait, I have a good prompt: HANNIGRAM ROADTRIP!
The drive stretches long, roads unfurling like ribbons of asphalt, the scenery shifting in slow gradients of green and gold. The car hums beneath them, the low sound of the engine steady, hypnotic. Will drives, one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on his thigh, until Hannibal reaches over and places his own hand on top of it, fingers curling slightly, a quiet claim.
Half an hour later, they pass a field.
“Look. A cow," Hannibal notes, with complete sincerity.
Will side-eyes him. “Yeah. We have a lot of those.”
Another few miles. More cows.
“Look,” Hannibal says again, perfectly calm. “A cow.”
Will exhales slowly through his nose. “Hannibal.”
More cows.
“A cow.”
Will groans, running a hand down his face. “If you say that one more time, I’m pulling over and leaving you with them.”
Somewhere along a long stretch of road, they stop at a tiny roadside diner.
Will stirs his coffee, watching Hannibal inspect his plate with all the enthusiasm of a man deciphering hieroglyphs.
“Something wrong with your eggs?”
Hannibal exhales delicately. “They appear to have been cooked aggressively.”
Will laughs. “Yeah, I’m sure you were real delicate with the ones at your house.”
Hannibal spears a piece with his fork. “I raise chickens with dignity, Will.”
Will leans back in his seat, grinning. “What, did you give them poetry lessons before you butchered them?”
Hannibal considers this. “Not explicitly.”
The road before them seems endless and golden, flickering with mirages in the heat. The car is filled with a comfortable hum, the engine, the low static of the radio, and the occasional sound of Will sipping from a gas station coffee that is, against all odds, actually good.
“Look,” Hannibal says, pointing. “A cow.”
Will grits his teeth. “I swear to God, if you—”
They pass another one.
Hannibal: “A cow.”
Will grips the wheel, exhaling.
Another field.
“Several cows.”
Will groans loudly, slumping forward over the steering wheel. “Hannibal, I swear on all things holy—”
Hannibal, watching him suffer, smiles contentedly to himself.
An hour later, they pull into a gas station in the middle of nowhere. It’s the kind of place that sells both cigarettes and questionable taxidermy.
Hannibal is inside, scrutinizing the snack aisle as though choosing fine wine, when Will grabs two bags of gummy worms and a Red Bull from the fridge.
Hannibal looks at him with mild disapproval. “You insist on fueling yourself exclusively with artificial flavors.”
Will shrugs. “And you insist on standing in front of the jerky display like a serial killer deciding which part of the human body to eat first.”
Hannibal glances at the jerky in his hand. Then at Will. Then back at the jerky.
Will narrows his eyes. “You don’t have to answer that.”
Hannibal places the jerky in their basket anyway.
Somewhere in the winding backroads, with the windows down and the scent of wild grass drifting in, Will takes one hand off the wheel and slides it over Hannibal’s knee.
Hannibal doesn’t say anything, just rests his own hand over Will’s, tracing absentminded patterns along the back of it.
They don’t talk for a while. Just the sound of tires on gravel, wind rustling through the trees, the occasional flicker of the radio catching static.
Then Hannibal murmurs, “If I had met you earlier, do you think we would have taken a trip like this?”
Will glances at him. “You mean before the murders?”
Hannibal smirks, turning his hand over to lace their fingers together. “Before the murders.”
Will hums, thinking. Then he squeezes Hannibal’s hand. “Yeah.” A pause. “Except you would’ve still pointed out every cow.”
Eventually, after too many hours in the car, Will sighs, pulling into the parking lot of a roadside motel.
“We stopping here?” Hannibal asks.
Will turns off the ignition, groaning as he stretches his arms. “Yeah. My back is 80 years old, and I’m not sleeping in this damn car.”
Hannibal reaches over and gently kneads the back of Will’s neck with his fingers. It’s a slow, methodical movement, easing out the tension. Will exhales deeply, tilting his head into the touch.
“Keep doing that,” he mutters. “Might even forgive you for the cow thing.”
Hannibal presses a kiss to his temple, warm and lingering.
Later, when they’re lying in bed, Will half-asleep with Hannibal curled against him, warm and steady, Will mumbles, “Kinda nice, just driving with you.”
Hannibal smiles against his shoulder. “We should do it more often.”
Will huffs out a quiet laugh. “Maybe somewhere with fewer cows.”
Hannibal, already drifting off, murmurs, “Unacceptable.”
feeling like Hannibal Lecter after I turned random ingredients I threw together in my head into a delicious, edible meal with a nice presentation
ouhh I need what they have BAD
The Ritual | ☆☆☆1/2
spoilers ahead
I just finished watching The Ritual and it was definitely one of the more unique horror movies I've watched so far. I've only just dipped my toes into the horror genre, but I've been surprised by how creative they can be. The Ritual wasn't a show-stopping movie, but it was definitely chilling and spooky when it needed to be.
The monster design was phenomenal and they revealed it very well in the end.
SO. COOL.
I loved the concept of the monster being the "bastard offspring" of Loki and how it can manipulate your dreams and trick you. It was really fun putting the pieces together and I was glad that my theory (the people that lived in the forest were hikers that went missing and worship the god in exchange for their lives) was right.
The acting was phenomenal all around. Whenever I try to think about whose acting really stood out, I can't think of just one of the main characters. Hotch's scream was seriously a scene stealer though, super chilling.
There were moments in the film that really reminded me of the Blair Witch Project. I like found footage style movies even though they're literally terrifying, so The Ritual wasn't a pleasant surprise.
Was it a life changing movie that made me think? No, but it was good because it was really entertaining and well done. It delivered what I wanted it to: a solid horror movie that was a little scary with a cool concept. Also, the cinematography was a 10/10 and I will definitely be rewatching it again (because me and my sister were cracking jokes the whole time, so I have to get in a scared mood by myself with the lights off).