They really wanna do a 4th season đ They havenât given up yet!!!
I am throwing up
WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS?!!?!?!? REPOST PPL
This is how I cope
realizing that sticking to the "do it bad" "do it scared" mentality implies theres also a "do it bored"
the way will says, âyou were supposed to leave,â so full of tenderness and passion and fucking fury, brimming with both affection and hatred for this horrible, beautiful man who has taken everything he has ever loved and then brought it back right before his eyes, and the way hannibal looks him in the eye, with a gaze filled with yearning and betrayal, and says, âwe couldnât leave without you,â so tense and wounded and emotional, and fucking hating himself for it because how could he have been foolish enough to trust this terrible adonis, how could he have been foolish enough to let himself love once more, and the way will looks at him, soaking wet, trembling in shock and longing and another emotion that he cant quite name, because he wants to, he wants this life more than he can put into words, but he also despises the fact that he is even considering this, the fact that he warned hannibal, helped him, and abigail is standing behind him and the man he loves hates is standing in front of him, and he doesnât know what to do, and he is afraid that he is tearing in two, and the minuscule glance down to hannibalâs lips, for just a moment, as they are caught in each otherâs gaze.
Honestly, Jackâs desperation to finally kill Hannibal made him so stupid
the fact that will admitted to wanting to run away with hannibal, chased him multiple times around europe and jack still trusted his so called 'fake escape' plan
I am so unwell
Hannibal (2013-2015)
Hannigram in the first episode + Hugh Dancy talking about their relationship
Hannibal premiered 11 years ago on April 4, 2013
Was there any particular reason Hannibal always sat so properly with his legs crossed and hands folded in his lap during therapy sessions?
âŚ..Yeah. Yeah, I think there was.
Hannibal 2x10 - âNaka-Chokoâ
I Love Everything about this
Sometimes I watch the show and try to think of Hannibalâs perspective and itâs a total trip. Like. Imagine youâve 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 couldnât was when you were little with your baby sister, and itâs 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 thereâs 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 canât remove. These feelings are alien, and theyâre also yours. You know, deep down, why youâre letting him live, why you stare after him, why you toe the line of risking it all for him. But you donât want to face it. Itâs 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 effortlesslyâ but you miss him. You donât 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 youâve helplessly become certainly does. Youâve become an addict. You cannot let him rot when his presence gave your monochrome world color, you canât quit the drug youâve always shunned. This is all a devilâs bargain, certainly, but youâve already damned yourself, and all thatâs 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 đ