i stopped believing in things once trix cereal stopped being shaped like fruit
What if they still are shaped like fruit but trix is for kids and we’re not kids anymore so we just see boring cereal?
fuck
petition for the episode titles of season two to be indicative of hannibal’s downward spiral
- Hors D’oeuvres
- Sushi
- Quiche Lorraine
- Casserole
- Pasta
- Seven-layer dip
- Chinese takeout
- Pizza
- Nachos
- Meatloaf
- Beanie Weenies
- Corn Dog
- Hot Pocket
ok i did the thing
love gory: a ballad by will graham to hannibal lecter, set to the tune of taylor swift’s love story
lyrics, singing, and piano by me. inspired by this post from leodeservestheoscar.
LYRICS: i was mostly sane when i first saw you
my eyes are open but the flashback starts
i’m standing there
in jack’s office in recycled airsee the girls, see their faces, the killer
see them weeks and months later still
‘cause they won’t go
i know that you know‘cause you were my relief, you were so composed
when crawford said, will, you’ve gotta get this close!
and i was begging him the whole time,
silently, let me go
and i said,hannibal, take me somewhere I can be alone
i can’t sleep and I can’t do this on my own
you bring the food and psychoanalysis,
It’s a love story, with encephalitis.So I sleepwalk to my rooftop at midnight
Antlers everywhere, can’t stand the sight,
I close my eyes … hallucinate while i’m losing time
oh, ohbut it was malpractice due to dr. lecter
and alana said, “how unstable can you get”
‘cause you were sabotaging me,
i was begging you, make it go —
and I said
hannibal, take me somewhere I can be alone
i can’t sleep and I can’t do this on my own
you bring the snacks and psychoanalysis,
It’s a love story, with encephalitishannibal, save me, you gotta save me from myself
don’t know who i am, i need help
this is one hell of an existential crisis
It’s a love story, with encephalitisand you, my only solace
when I looked into your eyes my feet hit the ground
what problem could befall us?
cause you were my only friend who still stuck around
then i said …“hannibal, buddy, I’ve been feeling kinda scared.
there’s just something strange in how this food’s prepared.
Is this in my head? Is it something I’ve done?”
He turned to the fridge and pulled out a lung and said…
“Sorry, Will, friend of mine, I meant to tell you long ago.
I eat people, that’s just how I roll.
And by the way, you’ve got encephalitis
All your friends think that it’s severe psychosis.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, etc.
‘Cause I’ve been pinning all my murders on you.”
