What An Absolute Day It Is

Not licking their lips, just lusting after one another

Hannibal and Will licking their lips

Hannibal “Not A Singular Drop Of Chill” Lecter

will graham wanted hannibal lecter’s arms to be his tomb

If Will Graham had BeReal

Will and Hannibal's fisherman-prey relationship is so poetic to me. This hunt's only possible because both the hunter and the prey are hungry. Will casts his bait and waits for his dinner to swim to him; Hannibal is restless and curious and so damn hungry it makes him blind. They're both motivated by the desire to eat; they discover sustenance in each other and are greedy for it

I love this so fucking much

this is why I suffer

THIS IS FOR EVERYBODY WHO HAS SHIPS IN HANNIBAL, MERLIN, SHERLOCK AND SUPERNATURAL!!!

Oh so we‘re going to do this whole trending thing all MONTH?

10 years after the show ended?

Like it’s hard?

Like we‘re normal?

Merry Christmas

help I’m not breathing

WE DID IT

the way will says, “you were supposed to leave,” so full of tenderness and passion and fucking fury, brimming with both affection and hatred for this horrible, beautiful man who has taken everything he has ever loved and then brought it back right before his eyes, and the way hannibal looks him in the eye, with a gaze filled with yearning and betrayal, and says, “we couldn’t leave without you,” so tense and wounded and emotional, and fucking hating himself for it because how could he have been foolish enough to trust this terrible adonis, how could he have been foolish enough to let himself love once more, and the way will looks at him, soaking wet, trembling in shock and longing and another emotion that he cant quite name, because he wants to, he wants this life more than he can put into words, but he also despises the fact that he is even considering this, the fact that he warned hannibal, helped him, and abigail is standing behind him and the man he loves hates is standing in front of him, and he doesn’t know what to do, and he is afraid that he is tearing in two, and the minuscule glance down to hannibal’s lips, for just a moment, as they are caught in each other’s gaze.