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Devil in Disguise by Marino // Hannibal Lecter
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some people just have no true appreciation for terrible women. oh she killed and ate people? well maybe she was hungry. "I cant defend her anymore-" well then fucking stand aside so i can talk to my client
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I only hate certain types of fic the same way I hate mosquitos and ticks. Like get these nasty little buggers away from me but also I respect their place in the ecosystem.
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"Dear Will, we have all found a new life, but our old lives hover in the shadows."
Hannibal S3E08 The Great Red Dragon
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"i'd hoped there'd be stars" is so gutwrenching to hear because the doctor knows the stars as a site of transformation. you could say the thesis of the show itself is that beholding the stars, going to the stars changes you. but the twelfth doctor believes this with his entire being. he thinks a dalek could change if it saw the birth of stars. he thinks missy can change if they travelled the stars together. even after being trapped in the confession dial for 4.5 billion years, looking at the stars to learn that he's been there for a very long time burning himself up, over and over and over, he'd hoped there'd be stars at the end. just like at the beginning when he stole a tardis and ran away. and transformed.
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LGBTQCREATORS EVENT 26 ↳ black history month (insp)
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—Murder husbands at their wedding and celebrating the feast
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thinking about hannibal during his il mostro days makes me so....... shuts my eyes real tight & breathes deeply for a couple of minutes. young scrappy hannibal lecter not yet used to acting like a Real Human but naturally charming enough for it to go mostly unnoticed. tailoring both his person suit & his monstrosity stitch by stitch, still learning how to live with a deep gaping hole in his chest & trying to fill it with anything that could possibly fit. a beautiful young man with cold hard eyes taking strangers to bed & roaming the mostly empty streets of florence drunk &/or high & getting caught up with the way the streetlights reflect on the murky waters of the arno. hunting down those who he sees as ugly to try & make something beautiful out of them, because maybe then he can make sense of the world around him. both reckless & meticulous, eager to act on impulse simply to find out what would happen if he did so, yet careful enough to get out of any situation he finds himself in. a fledgling monster, still marred & heavy with grief, trying to quiet a hunger that will never leave him as long as he lives, & allowing himself to feast for the first time.
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or...
loathing
unadulterated loathing.
for his face.
his voice.
his clothing.
Hannibal’s beef with Dr. Chilton is so funny. Nothing but pure unadulterated hatred.
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a lot of things get on my nerves. im constantly annoyed. and i also have a deep love of humanity and the world but everything is really annoying
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