Question Is Just Who’s Carrying

Hannibal 2x10 - “Naka-Choko”

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

It still feels unbelievable to me that he went from the man on the left, to the man on the right, ONLY BECAUSE HE WANTED WILL.

Twisted, obsessive, violent? Maybe. But the most earnest form of love anyway. The only form Will ever needed, even if he was oblivious to it for a long while.

Not a season 4 announcement then YET

YET!!!!!!!!!!

I don’t… I don’t even know what to say. Mayhaps I’m shaking

Since I'm delulu and I love to have everything nice and in order, and a lot has been going on lately in this fandom, I need to sort this all out in my head and I decided to share these facts that may indicate that we will get a fourth season of Hannibal:

Christmas photo of Mads Mikkelsen in Hannibal Lecter's iconic suit with the caption "a slice of Hannibal"

2. Gif used by Bryan Fuller in his New Year's wishes (Who's hungry for the new season?)

3. Mads Mikkelsen' words

4. Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy's reunion on the MAIN stage at the C2E2. Announced on the anniversary of the premiere of the first episode of the series!

5. Photos added by Bryan Fuller on the occasion of the eleventh anniversary of the first episode of the series? Including a previously unseen behind-the-scenes photo from the filming of the show's final scene?

Merry Merlin-Day

I Love Everything about this

Sometimes I watch the show and try to think of Hannibal’s perspective and it’s a total trip. Like. Imagine you’ve been able to control and pick and choose your emotions and reactions your whole life, due to being somehow psychopath-adjacent. And the only time you couldn’t was when you were little with your baby sister, and it’s probable that as your brain matured, the possibility of feeling and forming connections like that dried up entirely. You read the psychiatric journals, and occasionally there’s something about a man who can connect with others so deeply he can become an echo of them. And then you meet this man, and he mocks your comment about eye contact while holding yours.

An understanding passes between both of you that you have hidden depths. Instead of killing him, you bring him breakfast, and make him dinner, and serve him drinks. Instead of being able to toy with his mind without a care, you think of him and your chest clenches, and your gut swoops, and his face and voice and his rude little barbs invade your mind like glittering parasites that you can’t remove. These feelings are alien, and they’re also yours. You know, deep down, why you’re letting him live, why you stare after him, why you toe the line of risking it all for him. But you don’t want to face it. It’s terrifying, this horizon of who you are and can be that looms before you with no choice of your own.

Framing him presents a convenient opportunity for ridding yourself of this thing he brings on in you, this total lack of control, this fever-dream surrender that breaches the walls of your mind and the tics and tells of your body so effortlessly— but you miss him. You don’t miss anyone, and the one person you do is more of an imago that never was able to grow into her own real person. But the you you’ve helplessly become certainly does. You’ve become an addict. You cannot let him rot when his presence gave your monochrome world color, you can’t quit the drug you’ve always shunned. This is all a devil’s bargain, certainly, but you’ve already damned yourself, and all that’s left to do is plunge further. Oh and by the way. The infuriating man in question looks like this:

Like okay then, good luck not having the crashout of the century 😭

This is how I cope

Hannibal S03E01 "Antipasto"