For an instant the tip of her forefinger touched Dr. Lecter’s. The touch crackled in his eyes.
"Thank you, Clarice."
"Thank you, Dr. Lecter."
And that is how he remained in Starling’s mind. Caught in the instant when he did not mock. Standing in his white cell, arched like a dancer, his hands clasped in front of him and his head slightly to the side.
hannibal ; alcohol
"nothing wrong with a little self-medication."
hannibal & visual porn: lines and bars
It feels increasingly like the places are enveloping their characters in a grid of lines and bars. (..) Fuller emphasizes this by drawing close to these gridded habitats, suffocating the mere mortals in slowly zooming, confining shots. (…) The overwhelming impression is not just that the world is imprisoning the characters, but also that Hannibal is the force behind the imprisonment. The lines seem to become puppet strings. [x]
Finding your OTP is a lot like finding the love of your life. You can’t sleep and all the songs on the radio make sense.
I need to know if you're going to try to kill me again, Will.
I mean seriously look at these people
I think when bryan fuller was asked “just say yes to Hannibal, will and alana” he literally just said yes.