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Hugh Dancy celebrated his birthday with his wife, Claire Danes

Via @/sweethaze.cakes

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hannibal + brown suit

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I loooooove the scene where Will angrily confronts hannibal about nicholas boyles murder and u can see hannibal is like oh shit. Fiddling with his little scalpel as he considers having to kill him but he’s like nah I have one more ace up my sleeve. and then he pulls out the Will I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.

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BEDLIA SAW IT ALL. SHE ALWAYS DID.

“Is Hannibal… in love with me?” “Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment in the very sight of you? Yes. But do you ache for him?”

Let’s be very clear: Bedelia Du Maurier is the only character who walks into Season 3 knowing exactly what story she’s in.

Everyone else — Will, Jack, Alana is still playing chess. Bedelia is reading the damn script.

She knows Hannibal is dangerous and not just intellectually. She knows he devours not just bodies but identities. And she knows he’s not just obsessed with Will he’s metaphysically bound to him.

She doesn't ask “Does Hannibal love Will?” to be provocative.

She asks because she’s already calculated the cost of being the woman standing between a god and his chosen disciple.

She warns Will. She warns Hannibal. She tries, for a time, to curate her own survival. But what makes her tragic is that she knows she’s not a participant in their story. She’s a footnote. An observer. A ghost inside the theatre.

She’s poised, brilliant, manipulative yes. But she’s also in survival mode, almost always.

Her actions are strategic not seductive. Her elegance is armor, not allure.

She’s not trying to win Hannibal. She’s trying to outrun him.

But she still ends up seated at that long table. Alone. Dressed like the final girl in an opera. Awaiting her own consumption

Not screaming. Not crying. Waiting.

Because Bedelia always knew this was the ending.

She just hoped she’d find a loophole.

SHE'S THE ONLY CHARACTER WHO SEES LOVE AS VIOLENCE

Let’s revisit this exchange:

Will: Is Hannibal... in love with me? Bedelia: “Yes. But do you ache for him?”

This isn’t just Bedelia being sly.

This is Bedelia translating Hannibal's hunger into a divine, destructive force.

She names it. She gives it language.

Not lust. Not obsession.

Ache. Sacrament. Ritual. Death.

She knows Hannibal doesn’t want to possess Will. He wants to transform him. Through suffering.

And Will — Bedelia knows — wants it too.

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“The Wrath of the Lamb”

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hannibal doing a double take twice while looking at will in aperitif

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Hannibal 3x02 - “Primavera”

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x09 || 2x12

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In truth, kind people are Will Graham's weakness. After their first encounter, Will doesn't want anything to do with Hannibal. But Hannibal barges in—with homemade food. Due to how their previous conversation went, Will is more offensive with his words now; he's rude, waspish, unsociable—not giving him a second chance. Hannibal, in contrast, is docile, placating, and reconciliatory—forcibly moulding a second chance. He takes Will's side this time instead of playing with him, telling him Jack is wrong to think him fragile. Then the greatest manipulation: he saves Abigail (even though he is the cause of her current predicament). He takes charge of first aid especially when Will is failing, he accompanies her in the ambulance, and then he SLEEPS or "sleeps" next to her sickbed. Hannibal successfully manufactures his second chance. Will is impressed, now respects Hannibal, and sort of trusts him—all because he's kind, seemingly contrary to his first impression. Following this, Hannibal remains exceedingly kind towards Will throughout season 1. Weaponised compassion, that's how he snares him.

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Dissecting a surgeon: The anatomy of Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal Lecter isn’t just one man. I like to think of him exactly the way he displayed Beverly Katz: He’s layered, more vulnerable and personal with each part. The trick to understanding Hannibal is getting to know all those layers separately, then knowing which one is appearing on the screen. In the show Will states how Hannibal follows different trains of thought at once, but I believe he also wears different skins that somehow all belong to him. Like a Matryoshka doll. He has countless different faces that he switches around daily, even hourly. Some are stored in dusty attics in his mind, others are next to his door to pick up before he leaves the house first thing in the morning. I probably don’t even get near knowing all of them, let alone fully understand all of them. But the trick is to know how to distinguish them and which are important. Here’s my attempt at a dissection of his psyche.

At first there is, obviously, his Person suit.

The person suit is Hannibal’s social persona. His public image and the almost God-like reputation he’s carefully built around himself over the years. It’s the personality meant to impress and express. For friends and acquaintances and maybe even strangers. The Person suit was an unbreakable shield before his identity as killer was made public. The Person suit exists in three shapes: The Host, The Professor and The Artist. Here’s what they represent.

The Host is somewhat of a Narcissus-like figure. Self possessed, but in a way that makes people adore him because it appears rather as self awareness when it comes to his talents and qualities than arrogance. The host is charming, confident, entertaining and gifted. He’s an amazing cook and an amazing character to have attending your party. He’s the kind of man you compare yourself to when you realise you’re failing at life. The same goes for the Professor. Intelligent, well-spoken, a respected and admired name in his field. The Artist is a bit more personal, and a little more reserved for friends. The Artist is emotional and very sensitive. To the arts, obviously. The artist is enthusiastic despite his calm and sophisticated nature. He picks up a pencil and creates a masterpiece, the Artist attends the opera and is the one to start a standing ovation. The Artist cries when he reads a poem and composes his own music on obscure instruments he happens to own. He’s in love with beauty, always reaching for it. And he believes, or knows, that he himself is beautiful. The entirety of Hannibal’s person suit is deeply satisfied with himself, because he represents an image of perfection. An ideal. Almost like a god. Powerful, multidimensional, but alone.

Second, Dr Lecter.

Dr Lecter is astute, cold, impersonal and mysterious. He’s well known for excelling in his profession, but he’s also a mystery and breaks borders others in his field shy away from. He’s admired, but he will always remain distant. Out of reach. He crawls into your head like a parasyte, but you’ll never get into his. He makes most feel like they are far beneath him and matching his level seems like the highest order there is. He likes to stand above his patients. To give them advice while at the same time managing to have a certain control over them and the unstable balance that will always favour him. Dr Lecter has an incredibly large ego, but he manages to hide it well. There’s no saying he’s morally corrupt or not. He doesn’t balance on the line of morality. He floats above it. 

Then there’s the Chesapeake Ripper.

Playful, clever, incredibly dangerous. Hannibal isn’t a psychopath, but the Ripper is. He has no feelings for remorse, guilt or pity. He’s a beast of a man with a set of very skilled hands and a brain. He believes in no one but himself and finds his way out of every situation. He’s also annoyingly flirtatious. A flatterer, almost. A shadow in an open field, that’s what he is. Standing out yet still invisible. Something ungraspable. Its own master. There’s no controlling the Ripper. You never really catch him. He’s witty and slippery. A snake in the tall grass.

For Will, and only for Will, there’s an alter ego connected to the Ripper. The wendigo. The monster. Which is soulless. A manifestation of corruption turned into something black and rotten. The Wendigo is the darkest side of Hannibal, because the Wendigo has no emotions. He’s a puppet. The shadow of a man from the deepest pits of Hell. For everyone except Will, however, The Wendigo is the enemy. The darkness that quite literally beams out of the killer and takes shape because he can’t hold it all in. An omen of misfortune, for Will a warning for approaching darkness in the worst parts of himself like poisonous vines. It’s what’s formed inside of him after so many years of doing unspeakable things and it’s something only Will (as far as we know) can visually see.

When we go deeper, there’s Count Lecter, who we don’t really get to know at all. Count Lecter’s whole personality is hidden behind the letters of his name. Proud, but extinguished. Once very powerful, but now just a glorious piece of history. A textbook reputation. Count Lecter belongs to the castles that are his property in Lithuania. Count Lecter is a name that belongs in the books. Hannibal probably feels a connection to him, but he’s like the promise made to him in his childhood that turned out to be a lot less fun than he expected. A title given to him by birth that now holds barely any meaning anymore except for his wealth and social status. Count Lecter is not a breathing part of him, but rather a thing he could have been.

Now there’s an interesting one. We know Mads often speaks of Hannibal as a fallen angel. A Lucifer inspired figure. This part of Hannibal is something more Devil-like. It’s the darker and more personal companion of his Person Suit charms. It’s less pretending, more savage. A deeply religious individual. He believes in God and absolutely despises him. He has dealt with betrayal. With pain and burden and it made him cruel. This part of him is a manifestation of his lust, his greed and his gluttony all together. That fallen angel is bitter in his core, but sly and challenging, too. He doesn’t try to hide his darkest desires, he just knows how to warp his words just so that only those who truly understand him know what he means. The fallen angel is also desperate for someone to understand his wrath and hold him company. He saw that person in Will. 

At last, obviously, there’s Hannibal.

Hannibal, who is vulnerable and devoted and naked under Will's eyes. Who is, I believe, the only part of him capable of love and it’s the part that wrecks him and the perfect shield of costumes he made for himself. Hannibal is the tears that come from true emotion instead of art. His ugly tears. Hannibal bears his wounds, his scars. Hannibal holds his child self hostage inside of him. Hannibal is the only one of them that has a heart, and it’s very teary and fragile and sensitive and it’s hurt so easily. Hannibal is the quivering hands with which he held the knife the night he stabbed Will and killed Abigail. Hannibal is his ritual of shattering teacups hoping they will restore themselves to prove that his own mistakes and wrongdoings can be fixed. Hannibal is the man who surrendered himself to the police, who carried Will home for miles and miles in the snow. Hannibal is who Will keeps chasing. Hannibal is the humanity he still carries within himself. The flesh and blood. The fool.

I think that understanding all these parts separately makes it easier to figure him out as a person. Either way, let me know if there’s anything I missed. Thank you for reading

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Happy Birthday, Hugh!!! 🎈🎈

This video was recorded by a fan last year at the Boston Fan Expo

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I believe Abigail was a representation of a the possibility of a "normal" life for Will and Hannibal, together.

Like, i agree with some people in the thought that they had more of a connection with what she represented, than who she was. The thought of them being together.

Don't get me wrong i do feel like they had a connection with her (Hannibal cause she reminds him of Misha, and Will cause she brings his paternal side). But she was nothing more than a gift, in Hannibal's eyes. Something to give to Will, if he followed him to this life, or to take away if he felt betrayed.

So her death is even more meaningful if you think that it's basically Hannibal saying "If you can't have this life with me, then you can't have this life with anyone else". She dies, and their normal life dies with, like the stag did.

Will tried to keep her alive, cause he wanted that life. But he had been too late to that realization, the realization that he picked Hannibal. And Hannibal took that as him picking Jack

Will hallucinating Abigail was more of him trying to understand why he wanted to go after a man that had done so much harm to him, and to others. He found it hard to accept the fact he wanted to be/ become a terrible man.

Also,, I don't think she would survive a family life with them, she would die in Will's or maybe in Hannibal's hands (possibly as a show how devoted they are to each other, willing to kill).

Because no person can survive their relationship if not themselves.

So yeah, in all probabilities, Abigail (Father's joy), was destined to die in her father's arms, it was just a matter of which one.

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part 6 of the post-fall au where will starts an instagram account for himself and hannibal and uses it mostly to piss jack off

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Happy birthday to the prettiest of them all!♊️

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Happy pride month to the happiest, healthiest couple