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I love Laurence Fishburne interpretation of Jack Crawford, he is so dedicated, so detailed. I love the way he performs the character and I think it deserves recognition.

I love Laurence Fishburne interpretation of Jack Crawford, he is so dedicated, so detailed. I love the way he performs the character and I think it deserves recognition.

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mean-cannibals:

HANNIBAL: What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?

WILL GRAHAM: Do you have any unique talents?

ABIGAIL HOBBS: How is your relationship with your parents?

ALANA BLOOM: Have you ever fallen for someone you couldn’t have?

JACK CRAWFORD: Would you sacrifice the…

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HANNIBAL SEASON 2: MARCH 10 @ AXN LA

sassygaywill:

sassygaywill:

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((Friendly reminder))

Yes!! I’m waiting impaciently ^^

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There’s no need to save me: there’s blood on the lure

sassygaywill:

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Beverly will find it, I’m pretty sure of that.

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For the Fannibals not in the US wanting to watch the latest episodes:

sassygaywill:

The new episodes of Hannibal are available in Hulu and NBC right now, and watching them there counts towards the ratings, so here are a few extensions you can use to watch them from anywhere around the world.

  • Media Hint: Works with Chrome and Firefox, so you are good to go. The instructions are quite easy to follow and you will be able to watch the content in no time.
  • Hola: Works with Chrome, Firefox; compatible with Android, Windows and Mac devices. I personally have not used it, but heard many good things about it, so if you don’t like Media Hint, or if it doesn’t work for you, you might as well give it a try.

I hope this helps, and if you have any trouble, send me a message and I’ll try to help. I know how annoying it can be to be unable to watch something you love.

THANK YOU :’(

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Absicht? (Intention?)

I have a rifle
I have it loaded
A bang
Your little head is no more
I see this through the clouds.

They knock on the door
Now they will catch me
But how could I have helped it?
It simply went off, that&#8217;s all.
Till Lindemann, Messer.

Absicht? (Intention?)

I have a rifle

I have it loaded

A bang

Your little head is no more

I see this through the clouds.

They knock on the door

Now they will catch me

But how could I have helped it?

It simply went off, that’s all.

Till Lindemann, Messer.

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Nothing here is vegetarian. Bon appetit!

Nothing here is vegetarian. Bon appetit!

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The Devil wears Tom Ford

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The Devil wears Tom Ford

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Hannibal, I have something to tell you

I was cheating on you, I have a lover…

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Mist
When the mist rises from the meadows
I will cut open my own skin
Two fathoms beneath the collarbone
I let out into the white sea.

I gouge out my own eyes
The house is without windows
Heavily beat in my own skull
Then it snows and my brain freezes.

I hack at my breast for fun
It rains and my heart becomes wet
Open up my thick veins
And gift you bouquets of red tears.

Every day, like a piece of paper
I cut away pieces of myself
And you put those parts on your forehead
Immerse them within your brain
Until I&#8217;m tiny and very small
And then pulled within your body.

I will get to your breasts
And show myself all its prospects
Through your lips I must crawl
So that I can kiss your tongue.

The mole upon your leg
Is meant to be my little island
That small scar is my nest
I hold tightly onto that little hair
When you put on your pale dress
And weep when you read fairy tales.

Till Lindemann&#8217;s &#8216;Messer&#8217; - &#8216;Nebel&#8217;

Mist

When the mist rises from the meadows

I will cut open my own skin

Two fathoms beneath the collarbone

I let out into the white sea.

I gouge out my own eyes

The house is without windows

Heavily beat in my own skull

Then it snows and my brain freezes.

I hack at my breast for fun

It rains and my heart becomes wet

Open up my thick veins

And gift you bouquets of red tears.

Every day, like a piece of paper

I cut away pieces of myself

And you put those parts on your forehead

Immerse them within your brain

Until I’m tiny and very small

And then pulled within your body.

I will get to your breasts

And show myself all its prospects

Through your lips I must crawl

So that I can kiss your tongue.

The mole upon your leg

Is meant to be my little island

That small scar is my nest

I hold tightly onto that little hair

When you put on your pale dress

And weep when you read fairy tales.

Till Lindemann’s ‘Messer’ - ‘Nebel’

(Source: classicallecter)