trounormands:

Fannibals Aren’t Done - Primavera

drbedeliadumaurier:

gillian anderson’s profile--  hannibal season two: kaiseki

mikkelsenmads:

Hannibal Lecter + smiles

sungl0ry:

No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. By that love we see potential in our beloved. Through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved’s potential comes true. Problem solving is hunting. It’s a savage pleasure, and we are born to it. A pleasure we can share. You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. I only want what’s best for you. You’re right. We are just alike. You’re as alone as I am. And we’re both alone without each other. An imago is an image of a loved one, buried in the unconscious, carried with us all our lives. An ideal. The concept of an ideal I have a concept of you, just as you have a concept of me. You cannot control with respect to whom you fall in love. We afforded each other an experience we may not otherwise have had. You and I have begun to blur. Freeing yourself from me and me freeing myself from you, they are the same. We’re conjoined. I’m curious whether either of us can survive separation. When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory. We are in zero-sum game. You and I are suspended over the roiling Atlantic. Soon all of this will be lost to the sea.  
It’s beautiful.

mirunesque:

More Hannigram. Sorry, not sorry.

mikkelsenmads:

fiftysomething cannibalistic mass murderer actual child Hannibal Lecter

bakasara:

Hannibal / Will // Romantic Tropes // 1 . 2 . 3

taking that ‘cardiovascular love’ to the next level.

bakasara:

Hannibal / Will // Romantic Tropes // 1 . 2 . 3

a.k.a a list of conventional romantic tropes for Will and Hannibal’s unconventional and subversive romance.

Here’s Love Crime for the Love Theme :)

crossroadscastiel:

Why did you lie to him? The wrong thing being the right thing to do was too ugly a thought. He gave you a chance to take it all back and you just kept lying. He wants us to find him. After everything he’s done, you’d still go to him? God’s not who I came here to find. I’ve been praying. He left us his broken heart. He misses us. What if we all left together? Like we were supposed to. Where would we have gone? In some other world? In some other world. He said he made a place for us. What are you going to do when you find him, your il mostro? I’m curious about that myself. I forgive you.