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Totally didn't forget this account existed no... WouIdn't be me. I'll see if I can have an original thought for y'all at some point next month.
having will graham as your profile pic automatically brands you as a special kind of weird and unsettling and i think it’s really fun how we all run around in circles on this app reblogging posts about how we want to bite him until we break skin and put him in our pocket and shit. we are all so cute
men should look disheveled and be on the ground more often
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im your poor little manic pixie dream meow meow girl. women want me fish think they can fix me. i dont know.
Will, after a bad day: I am so, so ridiculous. There isn't a brain in here. No sir, no brains here. Come back again tomorrow. I want to sit and think about fish and cuddle my dogs. I do not have a brain. Go away.
Hannibal, after a bad day: (murders a woman, steals her organs, puts a single rose in the hole, before stitching her up) Will's going to love solving this one tomorrow. He's going to love it.
Alright. Time for thoughts after having finally watched Hannibal.
One smug and glorious bastard. And admittedly you have to suspend a lot of disbelief to watch Hannibal. It’s a fantasy, not a police procedural, and the science is about as accurate as Freud.
But several thoughts did occur, as I am a veterinarian and part of my education is about the animals we eat, and how we treat them. So while I started out thinking “That’s not smart” by the end it changed to “That makes a certain amount of sense.”
Very early on in the show you see flashbacks of Hannibal murdering a young woman, and he’s pretty explicitly brutal about it. The victim is tortured, displayed like an art project, and on goes the plot.
And I thought: that is a right stupid way to go about getting your dinner.
Here is the thing about meat: before it is dead, it’s muscle. And if you make that muscle exert itself before death, you will change it on a chemical level, and that will change the taste.
Have you ever heard agricultural workers talk about how you don’t want to stress livestock before slaughter because it makes the meat taste bad? That’s legit. Aside from the fact that people don’t want to eat bruised meat, stressing an animal out before death causes it to build up lactic acid in the muscles and makes the body temperature rise, which results in chemical changes to the resulting meat. In particular it’s soft, gooey, pale, oozy and acidic. Pale Soft Exudative pork (PSE) is probably the best studied of these cases, though similar patterns happen in other species too, and there is no reason to assume that human muscle from a panicking individual fighting for their life wouldn’t do basically the same thing.
There is another potential change in meat caused by long term stress and glycogen depletion, Dry Firm Dark (DFD), which also makes meat look and taste weird (soapy, apparently) but it’s probably not quite as relevant to the Hannibal situation.
Ideally you want the creature you are going to eat to be completely unstressed and unaware before it is killed instantly. Not the gore and torture fest that Hannibal implies. It’s simply going to ruin the flavour of the meat, and as Hannibal is portrayed as having a very refined palate and sense of smell, that just doesn’t make sense.
Until… you realise he’s not actually eating a whole lot of meat. He’s eating a lot of offal and obscure cuts. While I can’t find something to confirm this 100%, I don’t recall organs being affected by PSE or DFD, and wouldn’t expect them to, as they’re not big stores of short term glycogen. Even things like hearts and tongues are probably not as affected, because they’re not extra-active in those final moments fighting for ones life.
So it’s not actually implausible that Hannibal is preferentially eating organs instead of muscle meat because of issues with PSE/DFD.
And then I thought about a case when Hannibal was actually eating a lot of muscle meat.
Abel Gideon had his limbs eaten, over a long period of time. Notably, his neck was broken. So which his meat may have been bruised (which affects appearance more than taste), he could no longer exert himself. So given a little time to recover, the muscles stay permanently relaxed, and Hannibal can harvest him like a fruit tree.
So yeah, that backstrap Will presents him with in season 2? Where he says “This meat tastes frightened?” That’s plausible, not just being a yuppie about it.
Will: you know when you said five dogs was too many dogs?
Hannibal: I distinctly recall it, yes, why?
Will: what about... five squared dogs...
Hannibal, spitting out coffee: what
Will: what
Hannibal: YOU FOUND TWENTY MORE DOGS?
Will: no, I found twenty five more, but good effort.
Hannibal: THAT'S THIRTY DOGS, WILL, THIRTY DOGS.
Will, trying to cook a breakfast to surprise Hannibal, who he thinks is still in bed:
Hannibal, who had silently come down the stairs and snuck up behind Will: your cooking skills are a disgrace, stick to ordering take out.
Will, surprised into fight or flight, whacking Hannibal with the spatula: you take that back!
Hannibal: do you know why you're here?
Will, hesitating: is it about the dog hair.
Hannibal: iS iT aBoUt ThE dOg HaIr.
Will, sweating:
Hanibal: NO, IT-
Hannibal, rolling his eyes: yes this is about the dog hair.
Will, at 2:17am with a bucket of fried shrimp and a zip lock bag full of rice that was cooked to be not too hard but not too soft: I love being an adult. I don't need friends when I have food that I know isn't friends.
Several mannequins sat in the corner in old clothes with sunglasses and sun hats on whispering to him in his hallucinations fueled actions: are we jokes to you?
Hannibal: [says something philosophical]
Will, nodding:
Hannibal: but, murder is equally valid, as always.
Will, still nodding:
Hannibal, under cover at mass to stalk a potential meal:
Priest: the body of christ
Hannibal: cannibalism must be okay because the Catholics do it.
Will, who's there with him: I-
Will: I don't think that's how that works.
Will, driving home from a long day at work:
Hannibal sat silently in the back of his car:
Will, glancing in the rear view mirror: JESUS CHRIST-
Hannibal: my name is Hannibal, but please continue.
Will, at 3am:
Will: who the fuck is eating noodles without me?
Hannibal, freezing, guilty expression: it's spaghetti bolognese, actually,
Will: Hannibal please I need to sleep-
Hannibal, getting arrested:
Jack: anything you say can and will be held against you.
Hannibal: Will.
Will, in the distance: fuck, he's good