It’s past my bed time. I will attempt replies here and on my Hannibal tomorrow. But I have a feeling I will spend all Sunday freaking out about my job interview on Monday.
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It’s past my bed time. I will attempt replies here and on my Hannibal tomorrow. But I have a feeling I will spend all Sunday freaking out about my job interview on Monday.
The good doctors signature.
Animated from the signature on the graphite sketch art print that accompanied the Art and making of Hannibal Hardcover.
I made a thing.
Hannibal and Mads. I really don’t know what I’m doing. x
Oh shittttttttttttt, gotta update my “Things That Made Me Gay” list
Hannigram role reversal
sekra:
[breathes heavily]
so who else isn’t prepared
will graham + cyan (requested by anon)
No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. By that love we see potential in our beloved. Through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved’s potential comes true. Problem solving is hunting. It’s a savage pleasure, and we are born to it. A pleasure we can share. You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. I only want what’s best for you. You’re right. We are just alike. You’re as alone as I am. And we’re both alone without each other. An imago is an image of a loved one, buried in the unconscious, carried with us all our lives. An ideal. The concept of an ideal I have a concept of you, just as you have a concept of me. You cannot control with respect to whom you fall in love. We afforded each other an experience we may not otherwise have had. You and I have begun to blur. Freeing yourself from me and me freeing myself from you, they are the same. We’re conjoined. I’m curious whether either of us can survive separation. When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory. We are in zero-sum game. You and I are suspended over the roiling Atlantic. Soon all of this will be lost to the sea. It’s beautiful.
thesilenceofthefannibals asked me to hannigram [vb. To Hannigram] this post.
Harass my muse! Anon or not: Ask them hard questions! Bother them about their relationships! Try and make them hot and bothered! Make them cry! Pretend to be their future kids! Anything goes!
It’s october so we must once again draw battle lines between those who like candy corn and those who do not.
What battle line nobody likes candy corn
fuck you candy corn is delicious
and so the lines are drawn