Someone called Will “Little Miss Fucks His Therapist” and I’m actually reeling over it.

As a touch-starved disaster bisexual with a degree in Psychology and a work-in-progress degree in Criminal Justice I felt so seen watching Hannibal for the first time. Because yes, Will Graham, I also show up to the function exhausted and pale only speaking to occasionally mumble morbid things. And everyone’s like, “Yeah. That’s just how they act sometimes.” It’s like… part of the job description.

“If looks could kill you’d be a murderer, or maybe just a whore” is so Hannibal and Will coded.

You know that scene where Hannibal almost guts Will in the kitchen? That noise Will makes? That’s the sound he makes when Hannibal presses into him for the first time.

Will “you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, i’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt” Graham

And what if i write a fic about Will’s childhood. Him and his dad goin’ hunting and fishing. Undiagnosed autism out the wazoo. Sexuality crisis. Then what.