Imagine Hannibal singing “head, shoulders, knees, and toes” to himself quietly while cooking up mysterious items in his kitchen.
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
Hannibal art i would love to see:
maybe i should just learn to art
oh a singing woman on hannibal how innocuous
wait what does that poster say
you’re killing me with your puns, bryan fuller