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#Happy TWOTL Anniversary
mistikfir · 8 months
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3X13 "The Wrath of the Lamb" (Deleted Scenes)
"Your memory palace is building. It’s full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own. I’ve discovered you there."
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rocktheholygrail · 8 months
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Hannibal 3x13 - “The Wrath of the Lamb”
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ineffably-graham · 8 months
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happy 8th anniversary the wrath of the lamb i will love you always
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operakings · 8 months
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happy belated twotl anniversary
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childofwonder · 2 months
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Happy March!
I’m so excited as this month (I don’t have an exact date) is the first anniversary of me starting Hannibal.
To celebrate I’m gonna finish watching Hannibal with my cousin, we just have TWOTL left to watch. Then I’m gonna start my fifth rewatch by myself AND IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED. I haven’t watched Hannibal BY MYSELF for a long time (a couple months) and I’ve been neglecting my need to watch it everyday and all the time. It’s like medication.
The only thing I’ve been doing is watching Hugh Dancy movies and tv shows WHICH I NEED TO UPDATE.
I realize that I actually DO WANT TO USE TUMBLR, I want to make posts about the tv shows and movies I watch. I also NEED to write about books and I haven’t yet. When I reread Red Dragon I’ll DEFINITELY TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN.
Anyway, enjoy life homies
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purgatorily · 8 months
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oh right obligatory happy twotl anniversary post… i love u babygirl <3
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bloodaria · 2 years
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i can't believe I missed the 7th year anniversary of gay people being born. happy day after first airdate of TWOTL day
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dead-freight · 2 years
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happy twotl anniversary
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thefieryeclipse · 2 years
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Post-Fall Hannigram TWOTL
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With difficulty, Will wades his way back through a tunnel of thorns and opens his eyes. It's not a memory palace. It's just a beach. It's the ocean, the sky and Hannibal. And it's the most beautiful place he's ever been.
I know I'm a day late to the party, but happy 7 year anniversary to TWOTL!!
Read the post-fall fic here!
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maydei · 6 years
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In what might be their last moments, at the end of the world, all Will knows is blood and pain. It’s all he’s ever known. He can’t even blame Hannibal for that. It’s the taste of his own blood in his mouth, gushing from the wound in his cheek where Dolarhyde’s knife slipped through. The throbbing puncture that goes deep into his thrice-scarred shoulder. Bruises, bumps, maybe broken bones. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to stand.
Will gets to his feet anyway, because Hannibal is waiting. 
His skin is alight with sensation. His pulse pounds. Blood and breath, Hannibal said. And he understands it now. He does. 
He feels radiant. 
And that’s how Hannibal looks at him. Like he is something holy, ethereal, unbelievable. Through stuttered exhalations and crushing exhaustion, they lean together. Meet somewhere in the middle, clutching one another. 
“See?” Hannibal murmurs, and his voice is lost to the waves far below. They stand on the edge of a precipice, poised to fall. Will is falling. Perhaps he’s already fallen. “This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us.”
It shouldn’t have taken this long. 
Intellectually, Will knows the many reasons he’s refused over the years. The fears that restrained him. The doubts that plagued him. That terrible, clawing desire that even now tears at his insides. He wants. He has always wanted. 
He can no longer deny it.
He can no longer deny Hannibal.
“It’s beautiful,” he admits in a whisper. Their eyes meet. To anyone else, Hannibal is an intimidating, impenetrable fortress made of stone, but not for Will. The last of Hannibal’s barricades have fallen. Will is not the only one in this partnership who is skilled at building forts, but now there are none. Not between them, not anymore.
Hannibal doesn’t hide the flicker of his eyes down to Will’s mouth; the naked want, exposed and raw. It’s the same way Hannibal has always looked at him, Will realizes now. Since the night Will rejected him—no, since the night Hannibal stabbed him—no, since Will put the body of Randall Tier on Hannibal’s dining room table—no, since Will cornered Hannibal in his kitchen with a gun—no, since Tobias Budge’s failed attempt on their lives—no, no, no.
Since the day they met. Since Will bit back a snarl and stared into Hannibal’s eyes, unnerved, and with the desire to unnerve. He’d meant to scare Hannibal away, unknowing of the abyss he stared into. Instead, it started this chase between them that has spanned years. Nearly five.
Hannibal has chased him long enough. 
Will sways on his feet. Pulls Hannibal close. Sets his ruined cheek to a strong, bruised shoulder, and pulls Hannibal’s hand to settle on his waist. His fingers are shaking; he clutches so hard at the front of Will’s shirt that it pulls the fabric tight across his spine, ready to tear like tissue paper. They are wet with blood, drenched in it, baptized by it. They have taken this sacrament together for the very first time. 
On one side of them is the roiling Atlantic. On the other is the cliff house and its darkened rooms, its shattered windows, and what little shelter it has left to offer from the winter cold.
Before him is Hannibal. Right now, he is all that matters.
Will lifts his head. Hannibal exhales hard against his mouth. Their kiss is little more than a press of trembling lips that Will does again, again, again, again, again. Five—one for every year Will made him wait. Each silent apology tastes of blood. 
“Will,” Hannibal whispers. His eyes are bright and black, reflecting only the light of the moon. There is nothing else for him to say. What can he say?
One last time, he has failed to anticipate the workings of Will’s heart.
Will’s hands tighten on his shoulders. Holds Hannibal still and steady, unrelenting, unapologetic, unafraid. “Til death do we part,” he says, and tugs Hannibal toward the house. “But not tonight.”
Together, they step over the corpse of Francis Dolarhyde. 
It’s not a threshold, but it’ll do.
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byk23 · 5 years
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Happy 4th Anniversary TWoTL!!
The real treasure is all the Fannibals we met along the way!
Fannibals4life!
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mistikfir · 8 months
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3X13 "The Wrath of the Lamb"
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rocktheholygrail · 8 months
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Hannibal 3x13 - “The Wrath of the Lamb”
Happy TWOTL Anniversary! (August 29, 2015)
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darker-truths · 5 years
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Happy TWOTL Anniversary!
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fragile-teacup · 6 years
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A drabble that I wrote exactly one year ago, dusted off to celebrate The Wrath Of The Lamb. How time slips away!
If you like it, a reblog here and a kiss in the form of kudos on AO3 would be greatly appreciated. :)
Happy TWOTL anniversary, my lovely fellow fannibals!
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chiyohlecter · 6 years
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dude’s i’ve legit wondered like hours today about why this date seemed important i was like frantically looking up deadlines only to realize it’s the 3 year anniversary of twotl agdfasjfgdfhhd happy falling off a cliff day to y’all
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