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That scene from GOT where daenerys eats the horse heart but its Hannibal and Will or something
Will Graham single father headcannons:
the only reason why he had a child was because he became obsessed with the idea of normalcy
emotionally repressed and wouldn't know how to talk to you
conversations would be limited to "how was your day?" and "how was work?"
being emotionally present and vulnerable is uncomfortable for him
he would show up to teacher meetings just to reassure himself that he was taking taking care of you and cared about your grades/how you're doing socially
sometimes you would go on a walk together, make s'mores, or he would teach you how to fish
these little moments would keep you clinging to the idea that he really did love and care for you/convinces you that he was a good dad
his job takes up most of his time, so he would rarely be home
and when he is home, he's sleeping
when he would have to leave during the night, there would be a note and a pitiful breakfast waiting for you on the kitchen table
lots of babysitters, LOTS of them
he is obsessed with the idea of normalcy and that he would be a better father than his own, but he never puts in the work
"Don't forget to let the dogs out and feed them, I'll be back at 9" he isn't back until eleven
he keeps three meals on rotation and the rest of the days are filled with frozen food or take out
weirdly overprotective, but isn't actually there when it counts
the best he could do for a packed lunch is different kinds of lunchables
his emotional repression and social anxiety would cost you your social life, as it would be hard to make friends because you didn't grow up with a father who encouraged you to be social or teach you how to be confident
spontaneous rants about what is right and wrong/trying to instill a strong moral compass in you to compensate for his own self-doubt
he always drinks a glass of whiskey before bed
waiting for Will to show up for school performances and he's not there
you're often late to school either because of the babysitter or he doesn't get up quick enough
"Can we get ice cream?" "I'm sorry, baby. Not today, Daddy's a little tired. Maybe next time." "You're always tired..."
buys you things instead of apologizing
Supernova Love | spacedogs oneshot
There were four minutes and thirty-seven seconds left when a body slid next to his, just an arm’s length away. Adam focused on the ratty shoelaces of his midnight blue converses, not wanting to risk conversation. He was so close to this night being over. In three minutes he could just go home and lay down in bed, star projector on the ceiling, and a documentary playing softly in the background.
“Hey!” They yelled over the music.
Adam’s heart seized with anxiety, his chest clenching painfully, and he swallowed thickly. Maybe he could just pretend that he couldn’t hear them.
“Hey!” They yelled again, louder.
Reluctantly, Adam turned, his head heavy on his his neck, and looked. It was the guy from earlier with the silly shirt. He was taller up close and more intimidating than the little doggies let on. He had nice eyes though, sharp cheekbones, and a soft jawline. And he was sucking on another cigarette. The tip of it glowed in the dim room and a puff of smoke followed a moment later, the teen taking a moment to chew on the flavor.
“Hello…” Adam said. His nose wrinkled at the smell of cigarette smoke wafting his way. The guy smelled like he had already smoked a pack of them.
“You good?” He asked. “You’ve been here a while. You sick or some shit?”
Adam swallowed and replied, “No, I’m not. Just, uhm, overwhelmed.” He knew that he was half-shouting just so he could be heard over the music, but it sounded quiet to his own ears.
“Mm,” The guy acknowledged. His bony fingers plucked the cigarette from his lips and offered it to Adam.
Adam vehemently shook his head and the guy paused like he just realized something, then shrugged and took another drag.
Adam watched his cheeks sink in with the motion, strangely enraptured by the sight of it. The guy made eye contact with him for a second as he inhaled and Adam quickly looked away, it felt like a burn. When he exhaled, he turned the other way and Adam blinked in surprise.
”You gonna drink that?” He asked, gesturing to the drink in Adam’s hand.
”Uhm, no. I don’t drink,” Adam said timidly. He forgot he was even holding the cup.
”What?” The guy asked, leaning closer to hear him.
”Uh- I-I said I don’t drink!” Adam repeated louder. The smell of cigarettes become stronger and his head spun from it. The strangers face was startlingly close for a moment and he felt like he could barely breathe.
“What?!” They guy exclaimed, reeling back. “You don’t smoke or drink? The fuck’re you doing here then?” A few ashes fell off the tip of his cigarette.
Adam’s face felt hot, irrationally embarrassed about not participating in casual substance use. “I’m here for my friend!” He explained.
”Oh yeah? Where is he?”
She, Adam wanted to correct, but it felt pointless.
“Uhm I don’t know.”
”So, he just left you here?”
”I guess.”
The other teen’s upper lift lifted into a little snarl, something that Adam didn’t see a lot of people do. Then, he muttered something, but Adam was never good at reading lips.
”What?” Adam asked.
The guy waved it off, taking another drag from his cigarette. It was too short to keep sucking on, so he dropped it and snuffed it out under his leather boot, then picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket. Adam wondered how many were in there.
From his angle, he watched the other teen’s shaggy ashen-blonde hair flop from its gelled style and when he stood back up, a few strands had fallen over his forehead. It looked better this way, he thought, but the guy ran a hand through his hair to smooth it back. Adam could see the sweat on his neck glistening beneath the strobe lights.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asked.
With you? Adam wanted to say, but he nodded regardless because he really, really did want to leave. He would rather leave with a stranger than stay a moment longer.
Shirt Guy—Adam was calling him that in his head now—walked past him and through the doors. He trailed behind him like a shadow, face-to-face with little dachshunds. The outside air was blissfully cool and he took a deep breath of fresh air, savoring it as his lungs expanded. They walked down the steps descending into the roundabout in front of the mansion and sat next to each other on the last one.
“So, what do you do if you’re not drinking or smoking?” Shirt Guy asked. His voice sounded different when it was quiet and he had an accent that Adam somehow didn’t notice until now. He was just too overwhelmed before to register it.
“Uhm, I read or go to the park. I go to the museum too…when I can,” Adam said. He wondered why Shirt Guy was even talking to him, he didn't think he was interesting enough.
Shirt Guy grinned wolfishly and said, “So, you’re a nerd.”
Adam’s lips pursed in displeasure. “I guess,” He shrugged. “What do, uh, what do you do?”
”I fix cars.”
”Oh,” Adam said. “Cool.”
Shirt Guy snorted like he knew that Adam didn’t actually care and that was a little embarrassing.
“You like milkshakes?”
“...Milkshakes?”
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Watching Hannibal, Will, and Abigail's relationship progress is like watching a deer about to get hit by a car
(Abigail is the deer, Hannibal is the driver, and Will has the moral dilemma of calling for help, grabbing the steering wheel, or ignoring what just happened)
As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'
I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'
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
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
Reading summaries for books with cannibalism is weird because all of them have this vibe, you just know someones gonna eat someone in there
hannibal ruined me, all I can read are books with cannibalism now
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).
how wanting to talk to moots but having crippling anxiety feels
What perfumes/colognes would the characters in Hannibal wear?
I keep thinking about this ever since discovering Death and Floral perfumery. They have such unique scents and I think I remember one smelling like a baby deer? I'm not sure, but I need some people who are knowledgeable on unique fragrances to answer this question!!
need a destiel fic where castiel's obsession with dean borders on creepily obsessive but dean is a little freak so he likes it
Cackled at the thought of Hannibal being a famous cook on youtube who invites people on his channel for mukbangs "HUMAN MEAT MUKBANG"
I am not a fan of mukbang videos but I would gladly watch Will Graham eating. I think he is very satisfying to watch.
pfffft love how your ask box says "going my way?" made me chuckle haha
anyway in response to your pokémon post
Hannibal - mewtwo
Abigail - Eevee
Will - Pikachu
(dont ask why it just makes sense in my head lol)
Thank you!! Hannibal would have a mewtwo wouldn't he? And Abigail with an eevee 🥲 she's just too precious
What pokemon would the Hannibal characters have?
will grahamed too hard by wearing glasses that aren't my prescription for three years to avoid looking at people in the eyes and when I went to the eye doctor they told me my vision got worse :(
Eileen (2023) | Fan Theory
I rewatched Eileen (with my sister who loved the movie btw) and I just had a thought pop into my head! I don't know if this is a known thing or if someone has already thought of this, but my theory is that Rebecca is a killer and her modus operandi is finding an unsuspecting person to frame for her crimes!
I believe that Rebecca finds a person who "shares the same ideals" as her and makes them complicit in her kill, then has that person take the fall. Her victim in this case is Eileen, a budding murderer who Rebecca knows she can manipulate.
I had a feeling that throughout the movie Rebecca didn't really care for Eileen. Rebecca tends to talk over her and never really listens to what Eileen says. Not to mention, Rebecca essentially love bombs her, knowing that Eileen is a very lonely and isolated young woman.
Was Rebecca ever a real person? Was her crying and screaming all just an act? Did she find young men wronged by the system and enact her own kind of justice by killing the people responsible for them? Did she kill someone at her previous job then move on to Massachusetts where she chose her next victim?
This movie was so good because it really makes you stop and think. It's so worth it to watch a second time just to pick up on all the little nuances and foreshadowing.
Anyways, this was my insane person ramble. I could elaborate more on the theory, but it's one in the morning and I'm SUPER tired. Thank you and goodnight <3