I keep forgetting how funny the whole "did you just smell me" scene is until I watch it again. Its dead fucking silent and Hannibal comes up behind Will, looks him up and down, and slowly and hesitantly leans in to smell him like he's a glass of fine wine. And then he looks away all awkward when he's caught. Like bro what did you expect to happen???
After studying three of the greats — Holmes, Poirot, Columbo — I have determined that in order to be a popular fictional detective you MUST be autistic you MUST be a nosy bitch and you MUST have a boybestfriend to bounce your theories off of.
‘But op, what about Columbo? Columbo doesn’t have a boybestfriend!’ You fools. His boybestfriend is the murderer.
Woah, you're so strong dude, do you think you could pick me up? Like, do you think you're strong enough? I bet you can't. You can try if you want to, but I don't think you can.
i just think the primary basis of any napollya fic, no matter how you approach it, has to be that Napoleon is down so so bad. 'going to hell for someone' is small potatoes compared to just how fucking deep below the ground he already is every minute of the day. Love is an ocean and he's having a civilised conversation with the anglerfish about Illya's hair and eyes and sense of humour and intelligence and voice and frankly the anglerfish are tired of hearing it.