Hannibal fight scene! Click to Enlarge.
Q:Will in a g string and high heels with 100 dollar bills stuffed in it?
Ride a dragon upon St. George was apparently a term for sexual intercourse in 1698, according to a Mental Floss article.
[casually bringing this back right the fuck now]
Also, so was put the devil into hell in 1616, which to me sounds like how we should refer to Hannigram, “putting the devil into hell” sounds about right.
or join giblets in 1680
So…someone is already working on the fanfic where Comandante Pazzi is hot and hitting on Will, to the despair and fury of Hannibal, stalking his Beloved in ever-decreasing circles…
Am I right?
oh god yes. someone should be writing this one
"There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
CS Lewis, The Four Loves
Q:It would work w Will <3 Nigel/will/Hannibal! Will would get lots of attention :3
I was saving this ask as an excuse to write porn, but apparently this is going to be more than porn. Here’s the beginning of it anyway.
Will had been planning what he’d do when he found Hannibal since the day he started looking for him. A year later, the stubborn blank spot in his mind persisted. There was no plan, no possibility of a plan. When he spotted Hannibal from the back, across a crowded street in Bucharest, he realized that it didn’t matter. Any plan would’ve crumbled to dust at the sight of him.
Hannibal Lecter and food insecurity
(All kinds of food, not just people.)
One thing I noticed on the show, which I love but which I think the writers may have gotten right by accident, is Hannibal’s tendency to hoard food.
Have you noticed that he makes everything in huge excess? Like, he’s literally hosting just Will and Alana, and he brings out an entire roast pig with all the trimmings? Or it’s just him and Wile, but there’s like 10,000 calories in overpriced perishables on the table?
Clearly, someone overshopped.
I realize it’s a stylistic choice, but it hits on something that almost every emigrant from USSR (and probably tons of other countries around the world) can readily relate to: bone-deep food insecurity.
It strikes me that this Hannibal Lecter, who presumably made it out of USSR sometime in the late 70s-early 80s, never got over his original shock of facing a sudden over-abundance and mind-blowing variety of food in the West. It sometimes takes emigrants years to learn not to hoard food, and not everyone manages. This goes double for meat. Meat was not sold very often in Soviet stores, and the cuts that were available were often, to put it mildly, substandard. (One popular joke went that Soviet pig farms probably slaughter their pigs with explosives, because the only things that made it to the stores were hooves.)
And so it’s very easy for me to imagine Lecter, decades after his escape to the West, with all the privations of life in a Soviet institution long behind him, *still* instinctively driven to over-shop for things that he never got to eat as a child: meat, fresh fruit, seafood, caviar - all the stuff he heaps on the table in such huge quantities for his friends.
Lecter might wear bespoke suits and drive a Bentley that costs more than most houses, but deep down in his bones, he’s still in ‘food crisis’ mode, terrified that all these pomegranates, caviar, and steak are only in the store through some kind of unexpected laxness or largesse on behalf of the ruling Party, and if he doesn’t buy as much as he can today, they’ll be gone from the store tomorrow, and he’ll be left with nothing..