Augh, Hannibal, can I please not be made to sit through arty Hannibloom porn next week? Pretty please, with tomato roses and people-sugar on top? I mean, Mads Mikkelsen has that sort of alien handsomeness going on and Caroline Dhavernas is a gorgeous woman, but sweet baby Jesus DO NOT WANT cannibal sex. Not even really nicely shot cannibal sex, because Hannibal Lecter is the WORST EVER.
(I love you guys so much for making him so clearly an evil bastard! <3 <3 IDEK why, but watching him being the absolute WORST EVER is so much fun. :D )
Okay, I’m gonna need $640,000 and a ticket to Toronto right the fuck now.
NEEEEEEEED. And yes, I apparently do have shit taste, because I know that half the contents of the house are probably, objectively speaking, hideous. IDEC, I WANT THAT GODDAMNED HOUSE. Give me the pastel walls and purple bedroom carpet and all of the pretty pretty wallpaper right now plox.
Well, Hannibal has just thrown the canon right the fuck out the window. I am now prepared for any-goddamned-thing to happen. Child tear martinis and man-eating mutant pigs are probably in the near future. Bring it, show.
(And that sound you just heard? It was the collective minds of the fandom blowing like they were just shot through an interrogation room window.)
Augh. Trying my best to get stuff made before the Sakura Matsuri meet, but I’m feeling slightly sick and it’s making me lazy. Crocheting’s fine, but I feel like I must be the slowest knitter in the world. I still have to get a scarf and a set of arm warmers (and possibly a tam, but looking at the patterns kind of makes me want to cry XP) done for Sakai before the weekend-hopefully I’ll actually manage it.
OH. MY. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD! D: D: D: D: D: D:
HANNIBAL, YOU ARE THE FUCKING WORST AND I HOPE SOMEONE SHOOTS YOU IN THE FACE. IN. THE. FACE.
HE SAID THE THING! HE SAID THE THING! :D :D :D