#so zeller starts trying to maybe understand a bit

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I think given enough time zeller would have (extremely reluctantly ) come to like will.

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childhood secrets ~ hannibal lecter;hannibal

word count: 1711

request?: yes!

shady80smusicsingercolor “Hey! Can i request something

Hannibal l x reader

The reader kept her childhood a secret from everyone,until she was watching news about a teen getting bullied,she remembers her childhood and just cries.Hannibal notices and goes run up to her,ask what's wrong.She explain what happen,that her childhood friends used make fun of her,or calling her weirdo.Hannibal comforts her

Hope is okay❤”

description: after hearing the story of a teenager’s tragic passing, unwanted memories are brought back to her

pairing: hannibal lecter x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, mentions of bullying

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“Did you hear about the Thompson girl?” Zeller asked as we examined some DNA for a case.

“Who’s the Thompson girl, first and foremost?” I asked.

“She was friends with Abigail Hobbs when she was sent to that psychiatric facility,” Price explained. “They were room neighbors I think.”

“Oh! That Hannah girl! What happened to her?”

“Her parents found her dead in her room. Suicide.”

I was so shocked at the response that I dropped the tool in my hand. Both of them looked at me for a moment as I just looked down at my hands. I was trying to calm the growing PTSD rising in me.

“The poor thing,” I finally managed to say.

“Yeah,” Price said. “I think she was in the facility because of mental illness. Her parents put her in there after her first attempt.”

Zeller shook his head. “Poor thing. They shouldn’t have let her check out so soon. (Y/N), are you okay?”

I was still staring down at my hands. They were shaking and it was getting hard to breathe. I could barley register the fact that Zeller had asked me something. They were both looking at me, expectantly.

“What? Yes, I’m fine,” I responded. “I gotta get some fresh air.”

I threw my coat and gloves on a nearby table and quickly raced for the exit. I had to wait for the elevator to take me to the ground floor, but the wait was antagonizing. My chest and throat felt tight, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

When the elevator door opened, I was faced with Jack Crawford, Will Graham, and Hannibal Lecter.

“(Y/N),” Crawford said. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t respond this time. I had to get out, I had to be away from there.

The breathe of fresh air in my lungs was just what I needed, but I was still feeling panicked. Flashbacks were running through my head, things I had repressed for all those years coming back all at once, hitting me like a freight train. I sat down on the sidewalk, trying to calm my breathing enough to go back inside.

“Miss. (Y/L/N)?”

I looked up to see Hannibal stood behind me.

“I’m fine, Dr. Lecter,” I told him. “You don’t have to check on me.”

“You’re very obviously not okay. You’re breathing is abnormal and you look as though you’ve been crying.”

I felt my cheek and was shocked to find that Hannibal was right, I had been crying. I hadn’t even realized it before.

“I’m fine,” I repeated, but the crack in my voice gave me away.

Hannibal sat next to me. I tried not to let him see my face, but I knew there was no turning back now. He had seen me in the elevator, he saw how unhappy I was at that moment. Any other person would just think I was overwhelmed from work, or maybe one of our discoveries had upset me, but Hannibal was a talented psychiatrist. He probably already knew what was wrong with me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

I chuckled. “How often does that one work?”

“Enough times to keep me employed.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Zeller and Price were telling me about a girl that used to be friends with Abigail, Hannah Thompson. She...she...”

“I know,” Hannibal finished for me, luckily. Just thinking about having to finish that sentence made my throat tight again. “I wasn’t aware you knew her so well.”

“I didn’t, but I know...the feeling. Like you’re trapped in your own mind and there’s only one way out of it.”

Hannibal was looking at me, waiting for me to continue but not pushing me to go any further than I felt comfortable with. I wouldn’t have to go any further with my explanation if I didn’t want to, I knew he wouldn’t force me. We could’ve dropped it right then and there.

But my mouth moved before my mind could comprehend what I was sating, “I was the weird girl in school. While other girls wanted to be princesses or astronauts, I wanted to be a forensic scientist. I always had a fascination with crime and forensics and such. At first, I was just an outcast with no friends, until a group of girls took me in and added me to their group in high school. They weren’t super popular girls, but they also weren’t my level of outcast or anything, so, understandably, I was excited.”

“I’d assume it wasn’t as ideal of a situation as you were led to believe.”

I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes again. “They only befriended me so I could be their verbal punching bag. It started mild at first, just some friendly jokes that I could throw back at them. Then they started calling me the weird girl, the freak who liked death and murder. They’d make fun of me for reading stuff about unsolved murders, or even just murder mystery novels. They told me I’d probably grow up to be one of the unfound murderers in those stories. They put me down at every chance they got, but they were the only friends I had so I just...I dealt with it. I even gave up the opportunity to shadow at a police department during my senior year because I was afraid of them making fun of me more.”

“What was the tipping point?” Hannibal asked. “Obviously they are no longer around. I assume either you got rid of them or...they left themselves.”

“A bit of both really,” I responded. “One day, their bullying just got too much for me. My parents never liked the group, so I felt like I couldn’t go to them because they’d just tell me ‘I told you so’ - not because that’s how my parents are but because that was my irrational fear - and the teachers and guidance councilors and principals at school were garbage. They did nothing unless they actually witnessed the bullying first hand, and even then it was always a slap on the wrist punishment. So, I thought...I thought I only had one way out.”

I was still half conscious when my parents found me. My mother’s screams were permanently etched in my head, her sobs breaking through the otherwise muffled sounds I was hearing. Even when I blacked out, all I could hear in my head was my mother.

“They sent me to the same hospital Abigail was in,” I continued, skipping over the nasty parts that I couldn’t bare to relive. “My parents said I needed actual, medical help, that they couldn’t ignore my mental health issues anymore. I was there for months. I met people just like me, people who understood what I was going through. I made friends with a lot of them, and they’re all still in my life right now. My high school friend group came to visit me at one point. They seemed genuine enough with their apologies, saying they didn’t realize how much I took their words to heart and how they didn’t know how dark of a place I was in mentally. I don’t know how true any of that was, but they put on a good act. When they finished their groveling, I told them to go fuck themselves and to never contact me again. They were...offended, to say the least. Apparently they spread rumors about me at school, but I finished my senior year at a different school so it didn’t really matter to me. Went off to do forensic science in college and...here I am.”

For a moment, a look of pride passed over Hannibal’s face, as if the end of my story made him feel proud for me. I guess it made me feel proud, too, but sometimes I kicked myself for sticking around with that toxic friend group for far too long.

“I’ve never told anyone that,” I admitted. “Not anyone who didn’t know me at the time, anyways. I tried to keep it repressed, but hearing about Hannah Thompson...it brought all those memories back for me. Maybe I’m not over it like I think I am.”

“Mental trauma when your brain is still developing is not something one can easily get over,” Hannibal said. “It takes years, and even then those painful memories could follow you to your grave.”

I winced at the thought of having to battle with those memories until the day I died. Part of me was still worried that they would be the reason I would eventually die.

“But it is important to know that your old friend group was wrong,” he continued. “There is nothing wrong with being interested in something that the masses aren’t interested in. I’d argue that being interested in murder and police work is much better than wanting to grow up and be a princess or an astronaut. Your job helps the police to find serial killers and to save innocent people from being their victims. There’s nothing weird about that, not in my eyes.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Dr. Lecter. I think I just needed to hear that when I was younger and...no one really said it to me before.”

“I’m saying it now,” he said. “If you ever feel overcome with those memories again, please do not hesitate to call me. A beautiful and brilliant mind such as yourself should not be worrying over what irrelevant people have to say about you.”

I felt myself blush, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the reassurance Hannibal was giving me, or if it was from the compliment.

“I want to sit out here for a little while longer,” I told him. “I still need some air, and to come down from what happened back there. You don’t have to wait for me.”

“I don’t have to, but I will,” he decided. “I want to make sure you’re okay before I join my collegues again.”

I smiled at him again. I definitely wasn’t about to fight him on staying there with me. Quite the opposite, actually. If there was anyone I wanted with me in that moment, it was Hannibal.

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“Under the Knife” - Part 3

“Under the Knife” - Part 3

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Hannibal Lecter x Reader, Will Graham x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,700-ish

Key: Chunks of text in italics are (Y/N)’s thoughts. Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Talk of Murder, Talk of Crime Scenes, Talk of Murder Victims, Cursing

Summary: You are Will Graham’s sister who works with him at the FBI. When you get offered a job promotion, life starts to change. Some changes for the better; Some for the worst.

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Author’s Note: This is my first Hannibal piece and I am proud of it. There aren’t too many stories for Hannibal, so I figured I would add to the collection. This does take place in some happy medium where they are all alive and work together. Sort of a happier season 1 era.

This is beta-read by @theeactress​, but please let me know if there is something that we missed or that we should look at again! 

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“As most of you know, this is (Y/N) Graham, she will be our profiler for this case.”

“Oh good. Another Graham.” Beverly commented over her clipboard, writing down something involving the case probably. Jack gave her a chastising glance and she held her hands up in defense.

“(Y/N) this is Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, and Jimmy Price.” Jack introduced you very quickly to the science-ier part of the team very quickly before jumping right into work. “So, tell us what you got so far, (Y/N).”

You opened your small notebook and began summarizing your notes from last night’s reading.

“Alright. So far I’ve been able to see three patterns: the ways they were killed, the time frame, and the fact that all of the victims that were dismembered were doctors. The strongest thing I can think of is that this killer was wronged by doctors in some way. I’m not sure if it's a doctor in the general term or if there is some specific way that ties these three doctors, and our killer, together. That was something I was going to work on today. 

The way that the bodies are taken apart is very particular. From what I could tell from the photos in the files, all of the cuts seemed to be straight lines all the way through. Which means that this guy’s gotta have access not only to the tools that can do this sort of stuff, but also whatever drug he got in their system to make them lay still while he... worked. So I’m assuming the murder weapon is nothing with a jagged blade or saw-like teeth until we get to the bone. Do we have any reports on striation patterns or anything that could help us with what was used?”

“It’s like you said, the cuts were almost completely straight lines, even through to the bone. The only things we could think of were surgical tools.” Zeller spoke up. “The skin and muscles were cut similarly to how a surgeon would with a scalpel. But the bone is where it gets tricky. You can’t cut like this through bone with just a scalpel.”

“Unless you have plenty of time and you're very persistent.” Beverly joked; you were the only one that slightly exhaled a laugh through your nose at her quip.

“Alright, so the killer has a medical background.” Jack tossed into the air. You nodded.

“Possibly. But why would a doctor be going after other doctors?”

“Maybe they’re taking all his patients?” Beverly shot out. You just nodded and looked back at your notes to see where you left off.

“The uh.. The most concerning thing is the time frame. They were all killed two weeks part from each other. Dr. Everet was almost 6 weeks ago, Dr. Chaseten almost 4, and Dr. Loriet about 2.” 

“Which means we could have another dead doctor within the week.” Jack solemnly spoke as he realized the gravity of the situation. “Alright, you three keep looking over everything to see if we missed something. (Y/N), start working on possible correlations between the victims and the killer. Let’s get this son of a bitch.”

And that’s how the next two days went. Researching, thinking, and trying to get into a mindset that you weren’t totally sure of yet. 

You had checked in with Will like you promised and said that you were fine but you were going to be very busy for at least the next few days. Hannibal had called you after your first day and could hear the slight exhaustion in your voice. He asked you to have lunch with him tomorrow and you very quickly agreed.

But the next day, you spent more time than you thought flipping through the databases to try to find any correlation between Everet, Chasten, and Loriet. The three of them never worked in the same hospital, clinic, or even the same city. Their wives didn’t know each other. Their neighbors didn’t know each other. They didn’t have any sort of communication with each other. They were all different types of doctors. Everet and Loriet went to the same med school, but they graduated 3 years apart.

So what the fuck am I missing?

You kept looking back over the crime scene photos. You couldn’t understand why the doctors were mutilated and positioned so intricately, but the others were cast aside. The focus has to be on the doctors. They must have done something to ‘wrong’ the killer. So what the hell did all three of you do to make someone want to murder? 

Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock at your office door. You let out a slightly aggravated sigh.

“Jack, I told you I will let you know when I-- Oh! Hannibal! Hi!” You looked up from your computer screen to find Hannibal standing in the doorway with a bag in his hand. 

“Should I come back later?” 

“No! No. Come on in. I probably should take a break. I feel like I’m going in circles anyways.” You looked at your watch and saw it was almost 3:30 PM. The last time you looked at the clock, it was 10:30 AM. “And I missed our lunch meeting.” You put your head in your hands and groaned in annoyance with yourself. “I am so sorry, Hannibal. I--”

“No need for apologies, my dear. I figured Jack had put a lot on your plate, so I thought I would bring lunch to you.” Hannibal made his way into your office and shut the door behind him. 

“You really didn’t have to.”

“When was the last time you ate, (Y/N)?” Hannibal questioned you, looking you dead in the eye after he sat down in one of your office chairs. 

You weren’t entirely sure. You started to speak but then stopped yourself, really trying to remember when you ate last. I know I had ½ of my breakfast at 7:30 this morning. Did I have my granola bar? Does coffee count as a meal?

“The fact that you have to think about when your last meal was, is a bit concerning. But nonetheless, I am more than happy to remedy that. ” He smiled one of his rare but small smiles and began unpacking whatever culinary art he brought. You tried to condense some of your piles of papers and folders so you had enough room to put food down. 

Hannibal had brought a home-cooked meal for the two of you to enjoy. A ginger salad with fresh pan-seared scallops and even some infused water that he had marinating in his fridge overnight. This was so much better than the PB&J you had packed. 

As you began to dig in, Hannibal couldn’t help but look at some of the crime scene photos and your notes. 

“So what are we calling this killer?” 

“‘The Virginia Scalpel.’” You said with slight annoyance. “He has a medical background and is within a reasonable distance from all of the vics. Yet, we have no idea who he is.”

“Does the killer have to be a medical professional? Maybe they just have very steady hands.” 

“True. But there is almost no way that a regular guy could cut through muscle and bone that cleanly without surgical tools or the knowledge of how to use them. Not to mention the fact that he would have some serious explaining to do on how he got the succinylcholine or whatever paralyzer he plans to use next.” You rub your eyes gently, feeling the strain from the computer screen hitting you. Hannibal could feel the stress radiating off of you. 

“Do you want to talk about this case?”

“Not really. But I’m not sure what else to talk about. This has been my life for the last 3 days, the killer could strike again any day now, and I still don’t know why these three doctors were targeted or who will be next!” 

You started to fidget with your ring unconsciously and a bit aggressively, a sign to Hannibal that your anxiety was starting to catch up. Despite the physical signs that you needed a break, you continued to glance over an open file near you while you took another bite of food. He leaned forward in his seat a bit as he closed the file that you had been rereading for what he assumed to be at least the tenth time.  

“(Y/N), you need to breathe.” You just nodded and closed your eyes to try to help your deep breaths relax you faster. “How about we go for a walk? Get the blood flowing.”

“I would love to. But I feel like I can’t afford that break right now.” You shook your head slightly as you reached down for a stack of papers you had bundled and put on the floor earlier. You didn’t see him get up, but Hannibal was standing, adjusting his jacket before holding a hand out to you.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” You looked from his hand to his face before standing up, shrugging. A small walk around the building wouldn’t hurt, right?

Before your hand could land in his, your phone rang and you felt your heart sink, dreading what could be waiting for you on the other end of the line. Both you and Hannibal looked down at your phone and saw the caller ID: “Jack Crawford.” You took a deep inhale and hit the answer button.

“I really hope you’re calling just to bug me to work faster, Jack…” You tried your best to control your voice. You looked up and Hannibal was watching, trying to listen in and gauge how you were going to react.

“Afraid not. There’s another Scalpel vic. I’m texting you the address. Drop whatever you're doing and get down here.” Jack hung up before you could say anything, leaving you in a bit of shock. 

Dammit! What the hell am I missing?! Someone else is dead--Another doctor is dead because I don’t have any answers yet. How can--

“(Y/N)?” Hannibal’s hand on your arm broke your stream of internal chastising before it could get too bad, but you did unintentionally jump at the contact. He instantly raised his hands up and let you process for a moment. “There’s another one, isn’t there?”

You just nod. A second later, your phone flashed a message from Jack with an address. 

“Guess my ‘walk’ is going to be to a crime scene.” You try to joke despite feeling a tinge of guilt spreading through you. Hannibal tried to walk you to your car but you kindly denied him. You wanted to be alone as you prepared yourself for your first real crime scene. 

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hannibal s1ep12 relevés

•georgia madchen i love you ❤️❤️❤️

•will rly only care abt victims when he heavily relates to them he is so motivated by himself and nothing else

•i wonder how much will thinks he did the copycat murders hmm and when he starts to think it’s possible

•the parallel of the soup scene in this with the breakfast scene in ep one 🥺 like a last supper before wills starts to suspect hannibal , the beginning and the end of this chapter in their relationship 🥺

•i understand hannibal kinda had to get rid of georgia in case she remembered but like fucku hannibal i love that woman

•also he is CLEARLY bitter she got close to will

•freddie’s instincts r so good she should’ve been a profiler

•ngl can’t see shit with my blind open this show is so fkn dark

•oooo will is sexy when he raises his voice

•ok like i do understand why will is the suspect of the copycat murders but i don’t think his connections between them would be the thing to make him look guilty? made sense to me mayb ur all just shit profilers compared to good will

•hannibal looks so pretty in these episodes n the ones w will in prison , trying to look so innocent and surprised at will 🙄

•HELP bedelia offering jack wine as soon as he tells her this is abt hannibal and will 😭 she KNOWS these fruits r a problem

•ok so it’s early days n not time for this discussion BUT HOW DID THAT GUY SWALLOW HIS TONGUE IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE TO ME

•jack zeller and jimmy r such a good team is so obsessed w them

•y do will and abigail talk to openly abt her killing nick lol someone will hear u!

•we don’t see much will and abigail but this scene makes it so clear how close they are and how deeply they understand eachother. i don’t think abigail has quite the same darkness as will but for will to have someone who even partly understand how he feels abt killing is so huge for him

•’when the pressures of my personal and professional relationships with will grow to great i assure you i will find a way to relieve them’ LMAOOO tell urself that hannibal u can’t kill that man he has changed u

•ok i find it hard to believe that will would realise it had to be someone close to him doinf the copycats but not be suspecting hannibal so i wonder if he’s trying to like trick hannibal into thinking he hasn’t realised but wants to play him .. not sure how tho but ig just to see what happens , he has that nature

•wait i think that’s obvious actually

•lmaooo i fkn love a heated conversation between jack and hannibal

•ok i’ve always found gjh a rly dull killer and i reckon that’s on purpose because like .. when wills being overtaken by him it makes it less convincing that it’s a garret jacob hobbs thing and clear that it’s a wills thing and it’s just that hobbs happened to be his first kill. ik were not rly led to believe will did the copycat kills but it’s made to look possible, and the mundaneness of hobbs’ character makes it clear he isn’t being overtaken by his personality but coming into his own

•interesting that will is so set on feeling like fishing and hunting are different liek obviously they are but he wants to separate them as such separate things when it’s just down to how he thinks with ultimately the same outcome

•hannibal is soooo creepy in this scene it’s like .. the first time u realise how planned out this is and how shameless he is in his plan, like on first watch it’s a bit confusing bcos it makes it seem like he doesn’t care abt will at all but like ofc he does but he’s so cold

•abigail is so strong like she’s obviously scared but she asks questions and doesn’t run, ig she’s accustomed to her dad so like .. it’s sad bcos it’s from trauma, unlike will

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fjalkdsjfl. idk. college au

Will Graham put off taking Psychology 101 as long as he possibly could, but now it was senior year and his advisor had started getting pushy. “Most Crime and Legal Studies majors take this course the first semester of freshman year,” she had said. “I’m pretty sure all your Biology friends have taken it too, just to get their Social Science requirement out of the way.”

He had snorted at the term “friends”, which he realized now was inappropriate, but it was too late for any take-backs. Here he was, stuck listening to Fredericka Lounds talk for a full three minutes about how fascinating psychopaths were, and the ever-patient professor with a slight Texas drawl trying desperately to explain to her that mental illnesses wouldn’t be covered until chapter four. 

The international student next to him (some sort of European) noticed him grimace and Will caught his understanding smirk without meaning to. He wasn’t really interested in the guy (Hamish? Hamilton? Something weird, he’s sure), and if the meticulously handwritten notes on an extravagantly expensive leather notebook were anything to go by, he was way out of Will’s league to be friendly with anyways. 

Will recorded most of his classes on his cellphone, and hadn’t seen a pencil in at least six months. 

(Hamlet?) surprised him, though, when he cleared his throat and said, “Ms. Lounds, as much as we’d all love to hear about the latest Law and Order episode, I am quite interested in our professor’s lecture on the brain’s anatomy. Might we get back to that?” 

Freddie went red and her jaw snapped shut for the first time ever. A murmur of approval went around the room. The student said nothing else, but Will could tell he was preening as he arranged his pencils just so. 

He played around a bit with the idea of thanking him, but every scenario played out too stupid and the moment had passed anyways. 

~

Despite the classroom humiliation, the guy somehow landed an invitation to Freddie’s True Crime Club, and seemed more than able to make pleasant conversation with her as people trickled in. 

Will on the other hand could barely keep his resentment in check, but she was openly rude and invasive to pretty much anybody, so they maintained an acquaintanceship out of shared social incompetence. 

That was the case with almost all his “friends”, who were also in the True Crime Club. There was Zeller, his abrasive roommate from freshman year (before he realized his constant nightmares were reason enough for a single); Jimmy, the guy who had a fun fact for every topic; Bev, the Forensics Psych major who knew exactly what was wrong with you; Jack, captain of the rugby team and biggest control freak on campus--all assholes in their own right, hanging out together more out of habit now than anything else. The only exception was Alana, who was somehow sweet and compassionate amongst the rabble of odd, blunt antisocialites. 

The Club went on as usual, with Freddie leading a discussion about the serial killer of the week and promoting her own blog. It wasn’t the cheeriest of extracurriculars, but it gave the morbid tendencies of his mind some direction, and Alana said it would be good for him to socialize. Jimmy was cracking some joke about Ted Cruz being the Zodiac Killer when Will said, almost without thinking, “The killer was obviously on the investigative team.” 

All faces turned to him, which was more annoying than anything else. Now he was expected to elaborate.

“Well--it was the guy on the radio that told the cops to be looking for a black suspect, which is why they completely missed him when they passed him on the road. So someone had to have called that in. And this guy is obviously a narcissist and a sadist. And police officer is one of the top jobs for psychopaths…” he went on into a rant, completely on accident, detailing the killer’s mindset and personality. 

The room was a little quiet after that. Will shrugged in his flannel uncomfortably and daydreamed about what if he could be normal and just go fishing instead of being the biggest weirdo in a room full of weirdos. 

“Fascinating,” Exchange student--Hannibal--finally said. “You’re able to completely reconstruct the killer’s thinking. That’s quite a gift.” 

The attention was disconcerting and there was no way to divert it without talking even more. He abruptly stood up, mumbled something about laundry, and left. It was not his most graceful exit, but this was the path of least embarrassment, and maybe he’d get stabbed on the way back to his dorm and this nightmare would finally end. 

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The Sound of Music

Summary: http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sound_of_Music_(film)#Plot 

Thoughts: 

Before we start, this is the first time I’ve watched this since Charmian Carr’s death, so:

Rest in peace Charmian Carr. You were a wonderful Liesl. 

While I admit it's pretty, the beginning of this movie has always bored me.

I wonder how I would react to this movie if it was the first time I was seeing it.

So I got curious as to what order the nuns belong to, so I looked up Nonnberg Abbey. Apparently they're Benedictine.

"Some people would call that honesty." I love the Reverend Mother.

I'm with Maria. Seven children is a lot. Not Duggar-levels of crazy by any means, but damn.

"I have always longed for adventure" Then WHY THE FUCK are you trying to become a nun?

Before I understood how musicals worked, I always thought of how annoying it must be to be on a bus with someone who was singing. Loudly.

You know, I never thought about it, but what does Captain von Trapp do all day when he’s not off in Vienna?

If the children have had twelve governesses in a few years (since Gretl’s only 5) that means that something’s wrong with the children, dude. Like, for instance, they’re little hellbeasts.

I didn’t realise when I was younger how much of a little shit Maria is. And I love her for it.

Well she just showed her soft underbelly…

I will never stop wondering how the fuck that frog got into her pocket without her noticing until then. Or how one of the children managed to keep a frog a secret during the introductions 

Liesl, you are so not subtle. Why do you think your father had them lock the doors earlier than usual?

I don’t know if there was ever a time I was ever anything but meh about this scene. Maria/Georg was always my ship of choice.

I just realized that we do not see Frau Schmidt at all after this scene in Maria’s bedroom.

Okay, I could understand Gretl, Marta, and maybe Brigitta (and that one’s a stretch) being scared of the thunderstorm. But Kurt, Friedrich, and Louisa? Not a chance. Louisa and Friedrich are teenagers, and Kurt, even if he were scared, wouldn’t want to show it.

I get that it was a plot device. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t a stupid one.

I love how they had Marta and Gretl – the former in particular – rush to make sure they were close to Maria. They’re the ones least likely to remember anything about their mother, plus they’re rather young, so they’d be the ones to latch on to the first person to show them affection.

This song, like “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” just makes me smile.

“Only during thunderstorms, sir.” I love Maria.

I wonder how long it took to sew those clothes, and what Maria and the children did in the meantime. It also does suggest a long absence on the Captain’s part.

With their father being gone all the time and them going through governesses like tissue paper, I’d imagine that Liesl was a second mother to Marta and Gretl.

I’ve noticed that in the Do Re Mi number Gretl’s constantly trying to catch up to the other children. The poor kid has such short legs a lot of times she can’t even get somewhere to do the choreography before she has to go somewhere else.

I’m glad they had the older children (Liesl-Kurt) do most of the jumping up/down stairs. They’d be more likely to keep their balance.

I think they do set up pretty well that, at least before he reconnects with his children, Georg and Elsa are pretty well suited for each other.

When I was little, I didn’t know why Georg and Elsa needed a chaperone, since they were adults. I get it now.

Rolfe’s kind of an idiot. Oh, just gonna ride up and start throwing pebbles at the window, not even check to see if there’s anyone there. Which there very clearly was.

Oh that was about the worst person you could have said “Heil Hitler” to

“What’s going to happen’s going to happen. Just make sure it doesn’t happen to you.” That makes me cringe more than it used to. For...reasons. 

The Baroness looks more amused than annoyed at the children talking over one another after they fall in the lake. While I don’t appreciate her boarding school comment later in the film, she at least doesn’t have the “new stepmother hating the children” cliché.

Say what you will about the Baroness, she knows how to pick up on social cues and get the hell out of there before the yelling starts

“Mmhmm, and having a marvelous time.” I love this little shit.

“The little ones just want to be loved.” That is just sad. And it explains how quickly and fiercely they took to Maria.

I do not like the puppet scene. I’m not exactly sure why.

The VHS version I grew up with was full screen, so when Maria first tries to hand Georg the guitar I only saw her arms. They’re nice arms and everything, but still. 

I love this song. It’s one of my favorite songs in the movie. It helps that the Captain and Maria are making goo-goo eyes at each other.

I could play the Landler dance over and over

I don’t really like the Baroness’s dress. It’s the color. And how fucking shiny it is.

I like how they kept the “Brigitta notices everything” thing. Like it wasn’t just a one-off comment. She’s the one who comments on Maria’s blushing, and you can see her watching the interactions between Maria, the Captain, and the Baroness.

Apparently Nicholas Hammond had to go through numerous painful dye jobs to get the blond hair Friedrich has. And I will never stop wondering why. Liesl, Brigitta and Marta all have dark hair. Hell, the Captain has dark hair. The gene for dark hair is dominant. He could have kept his brown hair and no one would have cared.

“If the Nazis take over Austria, I have no doubt, Herr Zeller, that you will be the entire trumpet section.” It took me a while to understand that particular insult.

“How clumsy of me. I meant to accuse you.” Herr Zeller’s gonna need a lot of ice after that one.

I used to really hate the Baroness for interfering with the Captain and Maria. Now, I realize that she probably cares a great deal for the Captain, and may even love him. The Captain called her his savior. She brought meaning back into his life. That’s a big thing. And then a younger woman comes in and starts to ruin it. Like I still don’t like her much, but I kind of understand where she’s coming from. It’s mean and underhanded, but not crazy or supervillainy

You know, Maria might have just gone back to the Abbey in September without the Baroness saying anything. I think she was in denial about being in love with the Captain, and probably would have stayed that way. The Reverend Mother notices something because A) Maria came back early, B) she’s in seclusion and C) the von Trapp children clearly adore her. Now maybe she would have noticed something anyway, but the Baroness pushed things along. Whoops.

“He’ll get over it soon enough I should think. Men do, you know.” Yep, didn’t get this one as a child either.

Yeah this was a really shitty thing to do. She probably didn’t want anyone trying/probably succeeding in getting her to stay, but still, shitty thing to do. The poor kids.

I give the Baroness a bit of credit for at least trying to bond with the children.

Yeah the boarding school thing is where she loses major points. And I’m a bit peeved that Max is cool about it.

And this will be imitated by all catty – usually blonde – future stepmothers and their (usually stereotypically) gay best friend. And it will never be done as well. Because the Baroness is not a terrible person. She cares about Georg and at least tries to bond with the children. And seven children is a lot, even Maria said so. And she bows out gracefully when it’s clear she’s lost. Most of her imitators don’t seem to have any of that going for them.

Yeah idk if Max is or was even coded to be gay. But it wouldn’t surprise me.

And that’s probably why the boarding school thing bugs me so much. Because it’s usually gold-digging, conniving, horrible women who don’t actually care about their fiancé or the children (and usually have to deal with fewer anyway) who say it.

I’ve read the Captain’s nonchalance as put on, given how he reacts when Maria comes back.

I wonder how long it’s been since Maria left. Probably not more than a few days. Yeah, Georg proposed rather…quickly then.

OMG MAX’S FACE when all the children are kissing the Baroness.

The Reverend mother was about to straight up cut a bitch when she though the von Trapps were unkind to Maria

I fucking love the Reverend Mother.

“It’s been so cold lately they turned blue.” What the fuck, Friedrich?

I’m pretty sure he knows exactly where they were.

Yeah, a villa in the south of France would not do well in a couple of years. Vichy France and all.

Well at least he’s being honest and ending it before it gets too far gone.

Yeah even when I was a kid I was like why are you singing, you could be doing better things.  

Okay, I can understand Georg and the pinecone thing, but Maria and the whistle is bullshit.

That veil is long.

Holy tonal shift. But yeah, I get kinda bored after the Nazis show up. I did not come here for Nazis.

I kind of love that Frau Schmidt was like “fuck you” to the Nazis. Not directly, but still.

Yeah, a month is a really long honeymoon. They’ve got to be getting a bit sore by now…

And I want you to know that I felt very weird typing that about a movie I first saw when I was like five

“Maybe the flag with the black spider on it makes people nervous.” The flag with the black spider on it makes people very nervous.

It will never not bug me that they got Brigitta’s and Kurt’s names switched on the program, order-wise.

“We make it our business to know everything about everyone.” That’s…horrifying.

YAS CAPTAIN VON TRAPP RIPPING THE NAZI FLAG.

"And you belong to him…” I know this is the 1960s being the 1930s, but…yuck.

I’m kinda wondering how Georg and Maria managed to learn their festival singing parts so quickly.

I’d say it was stupid for them to go to the Abbey, as that’s the first place the Nazis would look, but they didn’t really have anywhere else to go.

"It’s you we want, not them.” Bullshit. You don’t think the Nazis would hold his family hostage to make sure he did what he was told?

“You’ll never be one of them.” So not the right thing to say.

“Reverend Mother, I have sinned.” “I too, Reverend Mother.” I love this part.

Somehow, I think this is a sin that God could live with.  

Fun fact: the real von Trapps escaped via train to Italy, then London, then got to the US. I think they settled in Vermont. Walking over the Alps would most likely get them to Germany, not Switzerland. 

Fun Stuff:

Should I Actually Watch This? (especially for movies that are considered “Classics”)

I recommend it. I mean, if you don’t like movie musicals, you probably won’t like it, because there’s a metric shit ton of songs, and it is a bit sweet and sentimental, so there’s that. But it’s a damn good movie. 

Biggest Plot Contrivance: 

 The thunderstorm. They aren’t gonna convince me that all of the older children are scared of thunderstorms. 

Biggest WTF Adaptation Change: 

Having them escape via train and ship would have been plenty dramatic and wouldn’t have ended them up in Germany. 

Favorite Character: 

Maria. She’s compassionate and kind but not afraid to call people on their BS. 

Biggest Shithead: 

Herr Zeller. Rolf is a very close second. 

Favorite Song: 

“My Favorite Things.” “Edelweiss” is a close second.  

Least Favorite Song:

The Lonely Goatherd. No question. That scene is just not one of my favorites.