Okay, no, I have more feelings about this than I thought I did, and it certainly isn’t MY fault, @softwillgraham, so I want to compile all the reasons why Hannibal Lecter is the perfect knitting grandma, because those reasons deserve to see the light of day:
– Hannibal Lecter sitting by the fire in his reading glasses (seriously, he’s about 53 and probably needs them) with his current knitwork project neatly in his lap.
– Hannibal Lecter knitting warm socks for his husband, because they live in Iceland, and you either wear three pairs of socks and cuddle with your hubbie all day or you DIE, Will.
– Hannibal Lecter knitting tiny sweaters for the dogs, because they deserve to be warm and… well-dressed? Dunno, he knows more about fashion than I do.
– Hannibal Lecter knitting egg cosies for their breakfast table.
– Hannibal Lecter having treacherous Grandma Cookie Tins™. Will’s disappointment at expecting cookies and finding sewing supplies is only surpassed by the dogs’ disappointment at expecting dog treats and finding sewing supplies.
Feel free to add grandma headcanons to this!
Dude don’t forget the cross-stitched floral signs that says things like “home is where the knives are”, that’s very important
hannibal au where will graham is a lobster and Hannibal can’t bring himself to eat him because he’s so much redder than all of them and is the most beautiful lobster he’s ever seen. he falls in love with lobster will graham and takes him on walks by putting his aquarium in a little wagon
When Hannibal finds out Lobster Will betrayed him
Wtf happened to this fandom.
We are a dark and sophisticated fandom.
WOW. SUCH DARK. VERY SOPHISTICATION.
THe teACup ShaTTeREd WiLl
ANd sO diD mY HEarT
We dropped our sanity at the end of “The Wrath of the Lamb”
“Will survived some version of that cliff fall at the end of every season. That first season he’s incarcerated, the second he’s gutted and – we don’t know what happened at the end of the third season.
I always wondered when [he] would come out gleaming and whole and deadly, but the bubble of his empathy always rose to the surface.”