You know what today is for? A Hannibal re-watch, I think. It's time. It's been time for a fucking while.

I forgot how fast and furious this show moves. Episode TWO is the mushroom one. Wild. It hits the ground running and never stops.

Cannibalism is actually something that can be so personal.

The real problem with this Hannibal rewatch is that it makes me want like a big fancy-ass steak SO BADLY. I already missed restaurants but now I EXTRA miss restaurants.

There isn't a single bad episode of this show. Every single one is just insanely good.

The masterstroke of Hannibal season 1 is the way it keeps Jack as the villain until the VERY LAST POSSIBLE SECOND even though it's fully and completely aware that the audience knows the truth the whole time.

It's wild the sort of cognitive dissonance that kicks up. It's the most clever way to maintain the tension and the horror of the show over so many episodes.

The amount this show got away with will never be anything but staggering to me. What a brave little masterpiece it is.

The way Will's voice cracks when he begs Hannibal, "please don't lie to me" just gets me EVERY TIME.

Hannibal feeding Gideon his own leg

God I forgot about the Human Turducken.

Will looking down at his bloody knuckles and saying killing Randall Tier was "intimate" and then Hannibal washing and bandaging his wounds..........is the sexiest thing that has ever happened in fiction, ever.

"When you killed Randall, did you fantasize that you were killing me?" Oh the rituals....they are INTRICATE.

There will never be a show as perfectly, poignantly romantic as Hannibal.

Margot Verger.........date me.

It doesn't matter how many times I watch this show it always makes me go completely fucking feral.

Hannibal: Extreme Queer Yearning The TV Series

The TENDERNESS!!!!!! The INTIMACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The world's only perfect show

When my friends and I visited the set for season 3, we got to wander around Hannibal's kitchen and at one point it was dark and I almost fell through the trap door in his pantry floor. That's all I can think about now watching the season 2 finale

Just kidding i'm also thinking about how deeply, deeply romantic this entire episode is.

Hannibal holding Will SO TENDERLY after gutting him I just!!! CAN'T HANDLE IT!!!!! "I wanted to surprise you"

"Do you believe you could change me the way I changed you?" "I already did." Why do we even bother writing love stories anymore when nothing will ever top this.

By far the funniest thing about Hannibal Season 2 is the way Jack kept trying to be like "Will, I don't think I can cover you on this" after Will literally mounted Randall Tier's corpse on a bear skeleton.

"You can't entrap someone into premeditated murder"
"Yes you can. You're doing it right now."

The Gideon flashbacks in S3 make me lightheaded in the best way.

I genuinely, 100% forgot that Season 3 continues past the Verger story into fucking Dollerhyde. It's staggering just HOW MUCH they fit into 13 episodes.

The meta gag of Freddie calling Hannibal and Will "murder husbands" is nodding to fandom in the correct way. Acknowledging without condescending

Both Hannibal and the first season of American Gods are masterclasses in adapting and recontextualizing source material in ways that juuuuuuust fucking work

(pour one out for American Gods, tweeting this just broke my heart all over again)

Rutina Wesley’s Reba and her dynamic with Richard Armitage’s Dolarhyde is just too fucking good. The TENSION. The dichotomy between the two of them and Will and Hannibal. It’s poetry.

Every character choice made in all three seasons of this show were the correct ones. Every change lead to something interesting. Every relationship feels earned and paid off.

It's so refreshing to come back to this now that we live in a world where it kind of feels like every big prestige piece of pop culture gets decided upon by throwing darts at a wall at random.