Perhaps most importantly, this is a family that loves the Fannibals so much that they could just eat you up.
Over the last three years, we have begun to blur, nakamas. We want nothing more than to properly thank you for your love, wit, and fanfic, so we’re going to make like Hannibal and take a stab at it.
Spoilers: We’ve tried to honor every part of you since day one.
From the very beginning, this has been the most rewarding professional and personal experience. You made a place for Hannibal in your world. For that, know that there will always be a place setting for you at our table. You made the experience incredibly hearty, and that’s not just because nothing here was vegetarian, nakamas. It was because of you that Hannibal won countless polls, including Hulu’s “Best in Show.” It was because of you that Mads got a taste of some of the best fanfic that the Internet has to offer. It was you that live tweeted with us for 13 hours straight to devour the first season. It was you that took our gorgeous show and created countless pieces of awe-inspiring fan art. (Yes, Senpai noticed.) See? See? You are the reason this fandom is so hearty. Just know that you’re not alone. We’re standing right beside you, and we owe you awe, too.
Together, all of this has been our design. There will always be room for you in our memory palaces. We thank you for making room for us in yours, too. It was an honor to dine with you each and every week. And, just to confirm, it was DEFINITELY that kind of party.
Until the teacup gathers itself back up again, bonsoir and bon appétit, beloved Fannibals.
One of the greatest love stories on modern TV has come to it’s end and it was only proper to portray the murder husbands 😉 and the sniffing. I mean, that’s it that’s the show, right? 😀
1) I really love the fact that there’s a specific “murder husbands” look that differs from their “I’m dressing for myself” outfits. The perfect white shirt with rolled-up cuffs and actually well-fitted trousers on Will, and the slightly dressed-down (but probably still insanely expensive) earth-toned cuddly sweater under suit blazer look for Hannibal. I think you’re supposed to assume that they’ve respectively copped to the fact that this is how the other likes to see them and have dressed for each other. That and the house. It’s like Colin Firth and Matthew Goode in A Single Man: I’m filled with an overwhelming yuppie desire to be their slightly-uphill neighbour so I can go out on the balcony of my own Modernist architectural masterpiece with a cup of ethically-sourced guayusa and watch this Tom Ford commercial as my daily morning ritual.
2) But hahaha I am WREATHED IN FLAMES. You know how Will asked ghost Abigail “What would it be like? Where would we go?” in Primavera, and he couldn’t even imagine her giving him an answer? This is the answer. They would have come here, first: Hannibal wouldn’t have risked Abigail at the Baltimore house as his original plan. In his mind, he and Will would have ritually killed and cooked and eaten Jack, and then they would have come here, to this seaside villa, where Abigail miraculously alive was waiting, and he had filled the closet with perfect white shirts in Will’s size, and kept the bottle of wine that Will had given him so they could share it, with all the other gifts. And then Mizumono happened, and this house was frozen in time too, just like Lecter Manor was.
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