#@froides

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Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham —Touching

[pesky--dust]

Hannibal outside:

Hannibal in his mind:

I'm just reminding you all that Dr. Sutcliffe's name is Donald, just like some other rude Donald.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

L'eau froide (Olivier Assayas, 1994)

[grahamdolce]

Hannibal 1.10 Buffet Froid

[signanothername]

Earthspark wouldn’t dare include him cause he’s SO dad shaped he’ll outdad every dad in the show

Anyway I NEED RUNG TO MEET THE TERRANS PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ-

It’s very very unlikely but a girl can dream

I’m hoping beyond hope to see Rung in any way shape or form, be it mentioned or shown in a flashback or something PLEASE

[transingthoseformers]

[eileensdress]

Never forget that Hannibal was the first one that put Will Graham in a jar and shook it just to see what would happen

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he thinks a polite smile is the way to go when he tells bev hes not sure if what he saw was real. by the way

[tethered-heartstrings]

hannibal nbc "buffet froid' x "oeuf" / "mizumono"

[hughdancybabyface]

Hannibal s1e7 | s1e10 | s1e12 —The way Will Graham sits during therapy sessions with Hannibal

[shireain]

Finally done! A bunch of my faves as li’l kitties~ I plan on making charms for myself and some friends, but if this gets enough attention then I may try selling them as well ❤️

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

L'eau froide (Olivier Assayas, 1994)

[thedarkmongoose]

[signanothername]

Froid: *exists*

Rung:

Look at that angy face, Froid’s face seems really punchable to him

[mivyprismatic]

"And here comes Rung with the ladder!”

Stupid thing I sketched for the husband poll.

[lepetitdragonvert]

THE WAY OF THE WORLD

Three little people from the big, big town

Gazed up into the tall, tall tree ;

“Look here ! Oh, look here !” cried they all. “How queer ;

What can those funny creatures be ?”

Wide, wide awake were the two solemn owls ;

They had slept all day at their ease.

Now they peered down below at the children in a row,

And muttered : “What on earth are these ?”

High, high from the sky the moon looked down.

“It’s very, very odd,” said he,

“That anyone should care to dwell down there

Instead of in the sky like me.”

But owls still go prowling in the deep, deep night,

When the children bundle home to their rest ;

And everyone, my dear, thinks the other one is queer.

‘T is a funny, funny world at the best.

Author : Frida Augusta Lucy Wolfe

Illustrator : Dorothy Rees