i've never gotten over the idea that the show is just entirely will's perspective of the situation with the dark aesthetic and foreboding mood but if we got hannibal's perspective it would be some stupid romcom with this cheerful fucking music
(Utility room talk)
Daisuke: Yo, Swansea, you have a wife, right?
Swansea: Hah. I wish I didn’t.
Daisuke: Ahaha.
Swansea: Why do you ask?
Daisuke: I just- If you wish you didn’t have a wife, why did you marry her?
Swansea: Well, I say that. She’s…okay. I guess.
Daisuke: Do you ever…do you ever wish you, like, married someone else instead?
Swansea: Yer askin’ odd questions, kid.
Daisuke: I’m just curious, y’know, man?
Swansea: I mean, sometimes, yeah. Why?
Daisuke: You think it’d be easier if you married a…a guy? Like, totally hypo…hy…hyp…
Swansea: Hypothetical?
Daisuke: Yeah!
Swansea: Hm. I never thought of it like that. It might’ve been easier.
Daisuke: Yeah? Like, totally easier?
Swansea: Why’re you askin’?
Daisuke: I just wanted another opinion.
Swansea: You thinkin’ about a marrying man?
Daisuke: Not- No…
Swansea: I ain’t gonna tell anybody. I don’t care.
Daisuke: …You really don’t?
Swansea: Nah.
Daisuke: Oh thank god. I just- I’ve been thinking about it, and like, I don’t think I’m really vibing with like…the idea of being with a girl for the rest of my life is like…not cool man. I dunno. I’d just rather marry a dude cuz like it’d be so much easier.
Swansea: …So yer gay?
Daisuke: No, I still like girls. But men are…kinda awesome too.
Swansea: Uh-huh.
Daisuke: Do you get it? Or am I totally crazy?
Swansea: You do you, kid.
That Pelle post fought me to be posted, I genuinely almost gave up on trying to post it bc I got so mad
tell me you guys get it tho like why is he built
THE WAY FUCKING GASPED, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Feeling blue
poetic cinema
I may have found a parallel
the way Will pulled Hannibal in a gentle embrace, the sweet reassurance that he was there.
I suggest rewatching this scene and considering the embrace, the way they hold one another, and Will's head in the crook of Hannibal's neck, hand caressing the back of his shoulder, and soon after, cradling the back of his head before pulling them over the edge..
remind you of something?
Mizumono.
the correlation is subtle but it is there. the way they held one another, in simplicity, is similar; but the meaning behind it changes so much.
in twotl is is for once THEM THEIR design. not hannibals, not Will's, THEIRS.
as opposed to twotl, in Mizumono there were so many clear betrayals, and contradictions. the embrace is a bitter-sweet form of almost comfort.. a hopeless yearning embrace before their gut-wrenching departure (yes, the pun was intended)
in twotl it is instead a genuine embrace. the two brutally shed the skins they had spent their whole lives building until that moment. In that moment the two coexisted fluidly without contradiction and beautifully emerged into themselves.
Although, Will knew they couldn't live like this long, nor could they live without that venerable coexistence. Will held Hannibal in those final moments lovingly rather than out of need or hopeless yearning. if you listen to the scene without music the two even sync their breath.. in that moment they were both at peace, fully content.. in the face of that shared venerability. the touch was comforting and reassuring as there came the silence; the only place the two could continue to coexist.
it's far too late for me to be up and thinking about these gay cannibals-
Vash wood brainrot because I say so
What if they all just took a nap together?
Smooches💕
someone actually made me fanfiction holy shit, art coming soon I guess:
(made by @vesswastaken)
Can we talk about how when Will says “it’s beautiful”, Hannibal is looking directly at him when he nods, his eyes very obviously appraising his face before going down to Will’s lips.
He doesn’t look at the carnage of the dragon and nod, no, he’s looking directly at Will because in that moment for Hannibal, it’s Will that’s beautiful, it’s Will embracing his true nature that’s beautiful, it’s Will stood in front of him, gripping onto him and smiling that’s beautiful.