The whole scene where Will is seen in Hannibal’s house in season 2, knees up to his chest, sitting on the same floor where he had nearly lost his life…
First of all, let’s think about this…
So, we first have to realize that Hannibal’s house was boarded up. Locked, and everything inside covered with plastic.
Will had to make the decision to get in his car and drive the 2 or so hours to Maryland, then decide to break into the house, THEN proceed to sit in the same spot he nearly died.
I can’t imagine what he feeling when he stepped into that house after months of not doing so, especially since the last time he did so, he was betrayed by the man he loved.
The blood on the floor was cleared, but the ground was still tainted. The entire house, even, was filled with memories.
He came there for answers to questions he didn’t know if he even wanted answered. What did he feel about Hannibal? Especially after what happened? Did he forgive him? All the questions were already answered. Will knew that, deep down, but still wouldn’t let himself admit it was true.
Even so, he stayed there, pondering, searching for another answer.
Now, when Alana comes in, it’s an interesting interaction…
She is there to search for answers herself…to the same questions Will had. Except, her answers were different.
She didn’t seem surprised to see Will there already as she walked in, but why should she? They both went through the same thing, after all.
Although, Alana, she was was the one on the other side of the veil. Even though they had both gotten betrayed by Hannibal, the meanings behind each were vastly different.
Alana was disposable. A plot point in Hannibal’s story. Whereas Will was was something that Hannibal would give up absolutely everything for. Hurting Will hurt Hannibal just as much.
Have you done Goldie for the character bingo yet cause you know I gotta
Also funny thing about the song fic - my neighbour was playing some old music outside today and 'My First, My Last, My Everything' came on and you just KNOW where that went in my head
I hope this keeps you distracted for a few minutes?
So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?
“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”
And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.
lmao the worst thing about being Palestinian is you’ll be fucking grieving and you are STILL expected to articulate all your thoughts in the most coherent manner IN ENGLISH and have at least 25 citations backing up any point you make, even if you’re just talking about the way you are feeling . otherwise the west is just going to paint you as a barbarian