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Hannibal (2013-2015)

2x13 || 3x04

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Please don't come to the church again. I mean that...with the greatest of compliments.

Andrew Scott as The Priest — FLEABAG: Series 2 (2019)

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Please don't come to the church again. I mean that...with the greatest of compliments.

Andrew Scott as The Priest — FLEABAG: Series 2 (2019)

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kill the shift manager in your brain

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started reading emily wilson's iliad im gonna pass out

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May all your seas be wine dark and all your dawns rosy fingered. Amen.

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I still remember the story my dad told me, the one about my grand uncle. My grand uncle who was brave, who never backed away from a fight, who always yelled and protested and demanded for his and everyone else's rights. My grand uncle who was chased out of our country, out of his home, for standing up against the dictators. He didn't even get the chance to say goodbye, to tell his family that he was leaving, that he was safe. My family spent years looking for him, never knowing if the military had kidnapped him, if he was trapped in some dirty cell being tortured. If he was hungry, thirsty, cold, scared, alone, or even alive.

It wasn't until so many years later, when the military dictatorship was finally over, that they got answers. It was the day my great grandma was in her kitchen, cooking, just like every normal day. Until suddenly a man walked in, he was dirty, his clothes were torn and old, his face was covered in mud and he had a long and unkept beard. The man sat down on the table, as if he owned the place, and casually asked "hey, what's for lunch?". My great grandma, understandably, freaked out and started yelling and screaming that there was a thief. The man tried to calm her down, but the rest of my family stormed in and grabbed him, ready to kick him out. But they stopped when they heard the man yelling in desperation "Mom! Mom! It's me!" and that's when they noticed. Under that long unkept black hair and those tired and sunken eyes, was my grand uncle, alive.

My dad told me it was something he had never seen before, his entire family crying out of both relief that he was back, and anguish for all of the lost years. Hugging him, kissing him, asking him a thousand questions.

To the government, my great uncle never existed; and if he did, he's lying; a if he isn't, he deserved it.

My grand uncle lost years in his home and with his family, and he at least got the chance to come back. His family got the chance to have answers and closure.

Many others didn't.

I still remember the story my dad told me, the one about my grand uncle. Because I know that if forget it, it will happen again.

Never again.

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faggot.com/careers

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Et tu, Hannibal?

Happy Ides of March! 🗡️

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hannibal nbc "shiizakana" / "secondo" / "primavera"

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Happiness Will Come To You.

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i admit i want to be loved religiously and i don’t know what to do with my hands

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hannibals smirk in wills fantasy oh boy u r down bad for ur psychiatrist

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the gangs all together! finally finished the mxtx go for it set 💜✨

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2x13 || 3x13

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god said i'm her favorite lamb in the flock and i have the softest wool and the sweetest eyes and the most trusting gait and my cries are the prettiest and my bell is the shiniest and when the blade hits my skin it meets no resistance and my blood runs like honey and not like tar just btw