“in Between My Hips Is A Poem, Which Only A Poet Can Read.”

Frederick appreciation post: he went through gutting, being shot in the face, losing his face.... and being burned alive.

I wish i had his will to live.

“I loved you long before I had the guts to let you know.”

— William Chapman

this will not stop, I have decided

Will Graham to Hannibal at some point, well, at this point.

being covered in blood is inherently slut behavior

like you just experienced the most brutal and painful event in your life and now you’re soaked in blood?

ok whore.

The intimacy of "How did you know that?" "Because i know you." The intimacy of waiting for someone while they tie their shoe laces. The intimacy of sharing one earbud each. The intimacy of inside jokes that always bring laughter. The intimacy of noticing someone's nervous habits.

“The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn’t exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so.”

— Siegfried Sassoon

Reaper is everything.

The respect he had for the other tributes. The grave he made for the fallen tributes. He was completely exposed and could have been killed by anyone, but recognizing those kids and respecting them the way they deserve was more important to him. The way he tore down the symbol of the government that was supposed to protect them, and used it to cover the bodies of the kids it failed so badly. His calm demeanor. The love he had for his sick and fragile district partner. The love he had for Wovey. The way he protected those gentle souls the best he could. He didn't even try to fight. He knew he wasn't going to kill any of these kids. He's the original revolution. He wasn't going to play the capitol's games. He didn't let them turn him into something he's not. He is everything good.

Hannibal 2x13 (Mizumono)

"The Lioness Awakens" Lauren Eden