#Will.

[rusmii]

I GOT GASSED (fart sprayed) IN THE FACED AND I WILL NOT STAND BY THIS.

#WHOEVER YOU ARE. #I. #WILL. #FIND. #YOU. #🍙. stfu

[idgie-knight]

Imogen can't get a dog of her own, not in her small apartment, but she's found an app that partners her with dog owners, and she gets to walk them. It's nice, because she gets to go outside and be with an animal, and the owner gets a break. She's particularly fallen in love with a young couple's king charles spaniel, called Florence, who she is currently walking. Imogen is chattering happily to Florence, focusing mostly on her, until the dog stops, sniffing-- sniffing very intently, and Imogen looks up. Florence found a man! And for some reason, Imogen feels... staggered. Homesick and welcome at the same time. "Oh. Are you..." she doesn't know how to phrase it without sounding weird. It's like something in his blood sings to something in her's. "Do I know you?" her voice sounds a little weak. @ofconnell

#will. #were u kidding when u said to just write a starter #if u were pls ignore this SDKLJFH im bad at tone

[cstarling]

clarice & will.

#im just gonna make a gifset with her and all the show's characters #bc she deserved to Be There #WILL. #VISAGE. #mutuals can reblog!

[consumare]

WILL GRAHAM: WHEN YOU KILLED GARRETT JACOB HOBBS, AGENT LECTER, HOW DID IT MAKE YOU FEEL? YOU PULL THE TRIGGER AND HIS LIFE ENDS, BECAUSE YOU WILLED IT SO. THERE IS POWER IN THAT. hannibal is almost too aware of how he is supposed to feel about killing a human being. how others would feel, and how jack and the bau expected hannibal to feel. and he was playing the part well enough, showing remorse, agreeing to sit and talk with doctor graham so that he could be greenlit into going back to work. despite will giving the agent his psych eval back rather quickly - with a stamp of approval to resume employment, nonetheless - he clearly still had questions about what hannibal had done. he's found, sitting across from the psychiatrist, that he is unable to hide most things from the other. putting on the mask he so easily donned with others didn't work here. and so instead of a creasing brow and and a heavy sigh, hannibal gazes at will with a neutral expression, with no guilt staining his features. 'killing garrett jacob hobbs was paramount in saving abigail hobbs,' hannibal says simply, but he knows will isn't asking does he think it was the right thing to do. because of course it was, but will wants to know if it felt good. hannibal doesn't like that the answer in his head is yes. 'god kills copious amounts of his creations every day, yet no one bats an eye. a man kills another man, and it is considered heinous, a crime, or a tragedy,' he understands that he should not be comparing himself to god, but he also knows this conversation would stay between them. head tilts a bit as the agent thinks. 'would you not feel powerful, saving another's life? even if it meant taking someone else's?' @stagstalked.

#he's avoiding the question #i love you for this #stagstalked #WILL. #REVERSE. #ANSWERED.

[thesoulbound]

#JD. #Will. #it's sinday ladies!

[eatenlives]

hand brushes over features sheened with sweat, the man leaning against the desk in his classroom to keep himself upright. glasses are forced into his hair as fingers almost violently press against ocean eyes, causing spots to flicker in and out behind close lids. if only the pressure inside of his skull would cease. just for five minutes. just long enough for will to think clearly about his life and, apparently, where it was headed. deep breath is taken, will squeezing his eyes shut for a moment longer before glasses fall and he's opening them again. brows jump and then pinch when he sees lily in the doorway, eyes landing on hers for only a moment before they moved down to the floor. 'i'm not diseased - you're free to come in,' it's his attempt at a joke as he begins straightening the papers on his desk. @bladedflower.

#bladedflower #WILL.

[eatsinsides]

WILL GRAHAM: DISTRACT. ONE MUSE DRIVES WHILE THE OTHER GIVES THEM HEAD. hannibal preferred to drive. he was comfortable in his own car, liked having heat and a radio that was reliable. but will had insisted he drive, that they take his car, and hannibal had reluctantly obliged, sitting in the passenger seat with his legs a bit cramped in front of him. a few hours until they reach their destination, doctor lecter realized he would have to find ways to entertain himself. he'd changed the radio a few times, frowning when will switched it from the classical station hannibal had found back to the oldies rock channel. he glances out the window, the windshield, and then to will, who seemed to be concentrated on the road, and not interested in giving hannibal any attention at all. he decided he needed to fix that.

removing his gloves and setting them on the dashboard, hannibal undoes his seatbelt, turning toward will fully now and leaning over the center console, with grace only he could ever possess. listening to will begin to question what hannibal was doing, the doctor undoes will's belt, the button and zipper of his jeans, hand reaching into his boxers with no warning. 'keep your eyes on the road, will,' hannibal demands, sliding his hand around will's cock and releasing it from its cloth, stroking him several times before hannibal glances up at the driver with a fire behind his eyes. 'we wouldn't want to crash,' and then, without another word, hannibal takes will in his mouth, sinking down until his lips press against will's pubic hair, before he begins to bob his head slowly. @stagstalked.

#ok i can explain #stagstalked #WILL. #my man's just d.eepthroating him right out the gate

[h0bbs-a]

         bite the h.and, b.oygenius        14 / ?

#will. #aesthetic. #blood / #ASKING ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS IMPOSSIBLE #THEY'RE SO FUCKED UP THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP IS SO FUCKED UP #i saw an edit of them + h.annibal on tiktok to this song #and i have been SAYING this was her and will's song #for A MONTH NOW #ANYWAYS SORRY FOR SCREAMING

[socvinc]

Sometimes i just sit down and think for a while about Bella and Molly. Like. Man!! In some ways, they’re almost exactly alike- Hannibal is so deeply ingrained in both of these women’s lives and marriages, despite how the connective tissue isn’t even meant to span to them in the first place. They’re used almost as a means to an end! They were caught in the mix. Bella because Jack is the director of the BAU, and even further Will’s boss. Molly because, well. She’s Will’s wife, and Hannibal is an incredibly jealous and possessive person. Like, to an unreal degree.

Of course, Bella’s cancer itself obviously can’t at all be read to be a byproduct of Hannibal’s actions (as the dragon’s attack on Molly *definitely* can), it’s just circumstance. But, how Hannibal flips a coin against Bella’s suicide could be considered a direct narrative foil of Molly’s situation. Sure, arguments can be made for if Hannibal did or did not intend for Molly to survive the Dragon breaking into her home, but it still stands that she survives purely on her own wit- having herself sent Will away, she’s completely within her own agency in those scenes. Will’s not even an influence at all, and Hannibal obviously can’t play such an active role from his jail cell! Even being used as a means to an end to draw Will closer to Hannibal, she has a very active hand in her survival of that situation! It’s not terminal, and there is so many ways something could have gone wrong for either Molly or Walter as the Dragon approached.

Bella’s near suicide, on the other hand, is the complete opposite- her health is rapidly deteriorating, her husband is willingly absent chasing what could practically be called a shadow on the wall, and the ending is always going to be the same; she will die. She’s been dead since the beginning. So, for her. the question is who’s hand it will be! The thing growing in her lungs, or her own?? Death is inevitable, here- so, she overdoses in Hannibal’s office. Bella’s suicide, to her, was a means of freedom; saving herself the slow suffering she was set to endure, and the indignity of those around her (especially Jack) watching it. ‘Remember me as I was, not what I have become.’ But it doesn’t work! Hannibal tosses up a coin on her survival, playing an extremely active role in it- on a whim, he completely decides to pull away her agency and reverse her overdose. Used as a playing card for Jack and Hannibal’s game (alongside Will and Hannibal’s, if you zoom out a bit). Both of them are unwilling participants.

Of course, there’s more than a few discrepancies here. Molly never met Hannibal, and until (presumably) the very end he was nothing more than a shadow hanging over the wall of Will’s life. Bella was Hannibal’s patient and spent multiple sessions speaking on the matter of her life (and eventual death) with him. Jack and Will are obsessive over Hannibal, but Jack was trying to let go of him in season 3a, stating that he only went to italy to follow Will, not chase Hannibal. But Will never let go, not really.

#They make me so sad #especially Bella though #Like i know we all speak extensively about Beverly and her death but i think Bella is the one I will never be able to completely let go of #He should be waterboarded just for that #With both Molly and Bella Hannibal obviously isn’t completely at fault though. Jack’s a dick to his wife while she dies of cancer and Will #Will. #Will just fucking ditches Molly lmao he’s even *worse* #Another passive vs active right there #World’s worst husband challenge!! #Though the winner is obvious right there. Jack deserves way more forgiveness for his shit than Will #Hannibal #Hannibal meta #hannibal analysis #Hannibal Lecter #Bella Crawford #Jack Crawford #Will Graham #Molly Foster #Molly Foster Graham

[calmlythrilling]

#noxious bite of a cornered snake(pv) #this is inane(crack) #will.

[jschltt]

something about writing about summer makes it so much more fun. the wilbur fic? i couldn't find one single way to write it, but then i thought about summer camp and it was finished in under an hour. now im picking which sapnap prompt im throwing into the tsitp vibe so i can have fun.

#things. #spnp. #will. #i never have had so much fun writing.

[nicoappreciation]

NOT THE CARGO SHORTS

#WILL. #tsats liveblog #tsats spoilers #nico book spoilers

[puphoods]

2023 will be the year of sloppy disgusting lesbian sex

#chirps #WILL.

[consumare]

WILL GRAHAM: HE’S LYING IN A HAMMOCK OUT BACK WHEN HANNIBAL FINDS HIM —- CHEST BARE, LETTING THE SUN SOAK INTO HIS SKIN, JEAN SHORTS THAT BARELY PRESERVE HIS MODESTY, A PAPERBACK IN HIS HAND. WHEN HANNIBAL COMES CLOSE, WILL BEAMS, EXTENDING A HAND IN WELCOME. 'HEY, BABY. I MISSED YOU.' it took some time for them to recover. they aren't as young as they used to be, and so they spent the first few months of their time in cuba licking their wounds. the fall from the cliff had battered and bruised hannibal's body - the gunshot wound, even more so - but now he was back in good health. as was his husband. hannibal had spent the better part of the morning and early afternoon in town, taking his time in picking out ingrediants from the shops ; fresh fruit, cheeses, a bottle of wine that would pair well with what he would be making for dinner. he grins as he talks to the merchants, fine tuning his spanish, thanking them for what he buys before returning to the home he shared with will. finding the other man sprawled out in the hammock, looking calm and relaxed ( and rather delicious in his chosen piece of chosen ), hannibal has to smile as he approaches, taking will's hand in his own and kissing his knuckles gently. 'i've only been gone a few hours,' hannibal says playfully, reaching out to brush an unruly curl from will's temple. 'what have you been doing to occupy your time in my absense?' @stagstalked.

#when sunshine graces my inbox i have to reply immediately #thems the rules #POST FALL. #WILL. #stagstalked

[thesoulbound]

#Will. #JD. #alice bait #veronica bait #lol? #sinday #sorta

[eatenlives]

CLAIRE REDFIELD: IT'S FAIRLY EVIDENT THE MAN'S DEAD JUST BY LOOKING AT HIM. 'yes, evident that he's dead, but not evident as to how or why he is. at least, not to you,' will doesn't say this to sound cocky, but it's obvious that the only reason jack and the fbi kept him around was because he could see things others couldn't. he could empathetize with a killer that wasn't even in the room, put himself into their shoes. it's not something will had wanted, but it's not as if he's necessarily being forced to do it, either. head turns towards claire, but his eyes don't meet hers, instead landing on her shoulder or her ear. 'what, exactly, is your role here? besides pointing out the obvious,' @starludes.

#sorry he's sassy #starludes #WILL.