…a complex mind is a delicacy.
In Hannibal fandom there is lots of discussion of parallels between the canon and fairytales/various other mythologies. I would like to talk about Little Red Riding Hood, specifically in regards to Abigail Hobbs, and to a lesser extent Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham. Because honestly I am surprised fandom is not all over this fairytale.
IF YOU ARE A FAN OF HANNY TALES YOU ARE REQUIRED TO READ THIS
The idea that she could still be alive in a terrible place is very interesting and reminds me of Miriam Lass and the implication that she watched as Hannibal began to consume her. Transposing Abel Gideon’s line: ”Didn’t mean to kill her- don’t get mad at me.” I think it’s possible Hanni could have attempted to have his veal and eat it too. And that is the worst thought I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I figured I should do my part to help spread the fannibal Christmas cheer.
This is the greatest thing I have ever seen. Any chances of more Hannibal? I will have to follow you if you say yes.
Check out my art tag [x]
my fan videos [x]
and the sexy hannigram audio edit [x]
past behavior is the best predictor of future behavior, so it’s probably a safe bet to say I will be.
(And i have another Christmas video planned already)
Photographing the floor beneath the sky above your feet
Guys, this is hilarious. I clicked on the Columbus airport dot and I knew without checking the name that it was the right one, because that carpet is seared into my childhood psyche. I haven’t been to that airport since 2001 and I knew it immediately.
I recommend it as a fun way to pas the time with on your tablet or smartphone while waiting for your flight! ^^ Check out Anchorage, Alaska.
The airport where my parents met, and my dad still works, had it’s carpet reviewed by Hugh Dancy’s mom! I will say I think the item in question may be stone archaeological remnants of native american artifacts, but I like ‘unidentified furry objects’ better:)
Reminding all my followers, as we enter the holiday travel season, that this site is indeed a thing, and they do take submissions at firstname.lastname@example.org.
A Visit from
St. NicholasDr. Hannibal Lecter
'Twas the night before Christmas, in old Baltimore
Not a person was stirring. Not anymore.
The organs were hung by the veins that they bear,
A sign Abel Gideon had surely been there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Bullet wounds gaping in their bloody heads.
Awaiting the needle was Will in his cell,
He’d settled himself to a lifetime of hell.
When in the asylum there arose such a clatter,
Will sprang from his cot to see what was the matter.
Away from his cell he flew like a flash,
When his bars and his gates came down with a crash.
The glare of the headlights on new-fallen snow
Blinded the guards and allowed Will to go,
When, what to Will’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a shiny black Bentley bringing Hannibal near.
Will weighed all his options, so few and so grim,
He knew in a moment—he must go with him.
Though Hannibal’s friendship he didn’t much crave,
Will had lost all that mattered, and his life he could save.
The two drove through the night to a lonely old town,
With its lights blackened out and a truck broken down.
The doctor, he slowed until they were still.
He turned his cold gaze, and he smiled at Will.
Two men there were sitting, alone in the night.
And they looked suspicious and ready to fight.
Will saw what they hid, in their eyes and their minds,
Violence and cruelty he knew he would find.
"What help do you need?" said the doctor too kindly.
One snorted and laughed; the other said dryly,
"Get back on the highway if you want to see morning,
We don’t need your help, and you’ll get no more warning.”
The chill of foreknowledge gripped Will in his chest,
As Hannibal rose and ignored their request.
The two men just mocked him as they shook with laughter,
Not knowing how soon they would meet the hereafter.
One sensed his own danger before ‘twas too late.
The other gripped Hannibal, his eyes wide with hate.
Blood burst from his mouth in a blossom of color,
And Hannibal watched as his blue eyes grew duller.
The first man was up and at Hannibal’s throat,
His right hand was pulling a gun from his coat.
Will burst from his seat, out in the raw air,
The knife in his hand—how did it get there?
The blood…it was cloying and sticky with heat,
As Hannibal lifted Will back on his feet.
The bodies there lay spreading stains on the road.
Then Hannibal knelt in the blood that there flowed.
He gazed slyly at Will, his hand on the hilt,
And Will felt a swift pleasure, in spite of his guilt.
A wink of the eye, and a twist of the head,
Soon gave Will to know he had naught more to dread.
The doctor spoke little but went straight to his work,
And cut out the sweetbreads, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, to the Bentley they strode.
Will’s heart was pounding with the power he craved,
And darkness there settled, like dust on a grave.
And Will heard a whisper, ere the cold night was still,
“I’ll always be with you, whenever you kill.”
It would end in tragedy for everyone. We’re talking Shakespeare levels of bad endings here.
Things would start well with John persuading Will to get a second opinion from another neurologist. Will and John would become friends.
Both Sherlock and Hannibal would be threatened by this. Sherlock would fear abandonment and Hannibal desires complete control over Will.
Sherlock would do everything in his power to ruin John’s friendship with Will only to loose John’s friendship instead.
John would move out and refuse to talk to Sherlock.
Hannibal would recognize Sherlock as a brilliant mind and would play a game of cat and mouse that would put Moriarty to shame.
The reason being, no one is safe from Hannibal and Sherlock is to proud to go to anyone else for help. Particularly if that someone else it Will Graham, the man who stole his blogger.
Hannibal would befriend Sherlock so that he knows how best to hurt him.
And John would still fail to return Sherlocks calls.
Because John Watson would already be dead.
Hannibal would feed John to Sherlock in his entirety.
With the exception of his head.
Which Sherlock would find in the fridge along with a note in John’s handwriting that simply read “Bon appétit”
Sherlock would go after Hannibal alone, and Hannibal would gut him. There would be no one to save him, because Sherlock would tell no one where he was going and John was already dead.
Mycroft would go to work one day and find his brother’s mutilated body in his office. Sherlock’s heart would have been removed from his chest and shoved down his throat. Possibly while it was still beating.
And in the end, Hannibal would still get caught and Will would still make sure the man he once thought was his friend got sentenced to life in prison.
Did not expect this to happen. EVER.
Refuse to take myself seriously. ALWAYS.
All my kudos go to bonearenaofmyskull - it’s a great Hannibal meta blog, meticulous and qualified. So if you feel like you are lost in Hannibal’s design - you’ll find your answers here! - whisperingmorning
ABSOLUTE. FAVORITE. META.
Astounding technical detail AND emotional landscape- the heart and soul of these characters and their journey.