#walter graham

[will--gayam]

There's something so awfully sinister about the fact that Hannibal was locked up, and content to be so, and didn't try to stir up anything in his time in prison ... until he found out about Molly and Walter. And then he immediately sent someone to kill them. To get rid of them. To destroy this life Will made for himself that did not include Hannibal.

Molly being Will's wife was unacceptable. In fact, Hannibal quite literally couldn't accept it. Whenever he referred to her he always said "the wife". Not "your wife". The wife. Not only is it impersonal and dismissive, it also sounds an awful lot like "the woman you're married to but doesn't hold your heart" sounds an awful lot like "the woman you're married to that can't satisfy you like I can". True homewrecker behaviour Hannibal

And Walter... Walter was just a kid but Hannibal didn't care. Hannibal isn't above killing children, especially this one who dared to fulfil Will's fantasies of being a father that Hannibal felt he had full control and power over. Abigail was conditional on Will behaving (and got taken from Will for his betrayal). Margot's baby had to be gotten rid of because Hannibal hadn't given it to him. Hannibal hadn't given Walter to Will either. He had to be dealt with, just like Margot's baby.

Hannibal is genuinely so awful when he's jealous. We don't see it often - it's usually Will's jealousy that we see (with Alana, Bedelia, Randall etc.) but when Hannibal gets jealous it's terrifying.

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal 3x11 - “And the Beast From the Sea”

"your dad has enough to worry about" [cut to his dad reciting romeo and juliet to another man]

[tethered-heartstrings]

[bisexualmotif]

[xoadoratio]

that time wally graham mentioned the freddie lounds article

[authorafterhours]

If Will doesn't know first aid before meeting Hannibal, he certainly does afterward. During those three years, I imagine him doing that and learning other stuff that would be useful 'just in case' skills. Just in case for what, even he isn't sure, but they're small allowances he gives himself.

He knows the psychology intimately, but Will is really good at denial.

[charred-angel-ribs]

I'm nearing the end of my third (3rd) full watch through of Hannibal, and I love the show so dearly. I love going on about the writing and symbolism and the acting and every little bit that makes it so good as a show.

But I feel like it's only fair to talk about the flaws as well, so, I gotta say it: I don't like Molly's character.

I think she could have been a good character, but for some reason she just doesn't feel well written. Her character feels very shallow (not like a shallow personality, but shallow as in not developed). Like a filler character for the sake of pushing a narrative, rather than an actual person involved in the story.

We don't really get to know much about Molly, but from what we do see of her, she comes across as an NPC almost. As if she's saying what she does just for the sake of it.

She gets Will to go back to working with Jack, which implies she either is completely unaware of how bad things were and what happened, or that she knows but doesn't care/understand properly. Now, either of these are viable options for a character, but the way it's done just seems to lack any sort of reasoning or feeling.

When she talks about it, both with Jack and Will, her dialogue feels like it's written just for the sake of pushing a narrative. It doesn't feel like there's any sort of drive or emotion behind what she's saying. She objects a little with "You're gonna take him either way" to Jack, but the way it's done just sounds like she's saying it for the sake of "Oh but I didn't want him to, I tried to convince Jack otherwise".

It doesn't feel reasonable for her character. From what we see, Molly and Will seem to have a healthy relationship, and they do seem to actually care about eachother (though even that isn't written very well), so it doesn't make sense that she wouldn't care - in fact, I would argue she would care a lot. But she doesn't seem to?

Not just with Will going back, but about the consequences too. After Molly and Walter's incident with Dolarhyde, it shows Molly in a hospital bed talking to Will. She barely seems phased by it. The most emotion we see her express over the matter is "My son almost died. I almost died." said very calmly, then proceeded by a sigh and "Man, I got mad there for a second."

Like, I'm sorry? What do you mean "I got mad there a second"? She should be way more shaken up by that. Like she just said, she and her son not only almost died, but were almost killed. By the guy Will's after, because the man who manipulated him for so long decided to sick him on Will's family as a way of further manipulating him now that he's back.

Yes, she does call Hannibal out with "I knew it was him," but that's it. She deserves to get angry, she should get angry. Or scared, or annoyed, or upset, something. The fact that she's so calm about it all makes it feel very superficial, like they just had her there to push things along and that's it.

And alongside Molly's character's poor writing, Will's line of "I'm just about tired of you crazy sons of bitches." feels wildly out of character, not only for Will but for the whole show. Will is not, at any point in the show (to my memory and knowledge), known to make any sort of ableist remarks or use any sort of ableist language - in fact, I don't think anyone does. The closest it gets is when Chilton uses outdated terms to refer to Gideon (if I remember correctly).

The whole show is very respectful (in my opinion) of neurodivergent and mentally ill people, especially considering it's a large part of its horror aspect. I view Hannibal as proof that you can have media whose horror aspect is neurodivergence/mentall illness, without it being ableist. In fact, at the beginning of the show, we see Will talking to Jack about how he doesn't like that Jack made a museum about serial killers and named it the "Evil Minds Museum". A lot of mental illnesses are villainised and considered "evil", and Will was outwardly objecting to that.

So for Will to just walk into Hannibal's room and say that feels like a curveball and a half. It doesn't feel natural. Will has never been known to say things like that, and whenever he and Hannibal communicate, it's never that aggressively blunt; there's always some layer of poeticism and subtext to carry the words forward. But even so, Will doesn't really talk like that with anybody??

I don't know, maybe I'm just missing something, or misinterpreting something. This is just how it came across for me. I'd love to hear someone else's thoughts on this. /lh /gen

[daisies-on-a-cup]

i don't necessarily think will is a good parent, but i don't think he's a bad one either. he's more just like an adult who is in charge of a child- one who can care for them and provide for them, but not exactly hold all the natural sense of paternity or love for that child. any love he felt for abigail was just garrot's love for her. his attachment to walter is very superficial, and there aren't any scenes given that indicate will actually feels anything... loving towards the boy. he takes care of molly and walter for sure- plays the role really well of provider, husband, and step-father. but he "plays" them. he's not really feeling any of it. i think will really wants to feel it, to have that kind of sure, emotional and loving attachment to a child like a parent should, but in the end, they aren't *his* kids and they come secondary to whatever attachment he had to the adult that was around him first. so, even though i think will certainly attempts to fulfill the role of good parent, it falls flat because he is merely playing at the role and isn't invested in it

[thelesbododo]

I think it's interesting that Will, who lost his surrogate daughter, ended up marrying a woman who's son looks quite a bit like that daughter

[flock-of-cassowaries]

Honestly, Walter never forgave him for that.

His mother tried to reason with him. There was no way his new stepdad could be causing the exploding stags, she said, with enough conviction that even she almost believed it.

But the correlation was pretty clear to the seven-year-old. And he was right.

[tdutales]

The Case of the Ruined Shirt (by yesno)

It was a cool and breezy autumn weekend. Snow Shiro, premier private investigator in the fourth grade, and her assistant, Janet Tor, were walking around the center of Greenwood Park. Balloon houses and stands were set up, and the noise of costumed kids running around and screaming permeated the atmosphere.

“Do you think there’s going to be trouble today?” Janet asked, twirling a stylus in her hand.

Snow surveyed the surrounding area. “Maybe,” she said, stroking her chin. “The Costume Day Carnival usually brings trouble.”

Janet thoughtfully nodded, jotting down that note in her tablet.

Snow narrowed her eyes. “I can… smell something. Follow me.”

Janet followed Snow past a swamp monster, a bank robber, and a superhero before stopping in front of a confectionary stand. There were cups of soda, candy bars, and even a cotton candy machine.

“There might be trouble afoot,” Snow said, picking up a plastic cone covered in cotton candy.

Janet stared at the cone. “Is this the ‘trouble’?”

“No, not yet,” Snow said, carefully inspecting her cone. 

“What ‘interesting thing’ did you smell?” Janet asked.

“Cotton candy,” Snow said, taking a massive chomp. “It’s very important for your brain to have sugar,” she said in between mouthfuls. “It lets you think better.”

“Oh,” Janet said, jotting down that note. “You’re right!”

“Look over there,” Snow said, pointing at a congregation of children dressed in a variety of loose white clothing. “There’s a group of ghosts. How… mysterious.”

“Aren’t they kids, not ghosts?” Janet asked.

Snow sighed. “I know that.”

An adult picked up a microphone which crackled to life. She tapped it before leaning in to speak.

“And the third place winner of the Best Ghost Costume is… Walter Graham from the Fifth Grade!”

“Only third place?” Walter huffed. He was sharply dressed in a white tuxedo. “Tell me how I’m dressed worse than any other child here!”

The judge nervously chuckled. “You won third place, isn’t that good enough?”

“I’m a ghost in a tuxedo!” Walter insisted. “A tuxedo ghost!”

“Just take your prize and go,” the judge muttered. Walter snatched the third-place-prize, twenty-five credits, before angrily storming off.

“And in second place we have… Lily Asnot from the Third Grade!”

Clapping followed, and Lily stepped up to the judge. She was wearing a costume of a video game ghost character. She received her gift, a fifty-credit-bill, and turned around to face the audience to bow. 

Janet whistled. “Are those wings?” “She looks more like a battle angel than a ghost,” Snow muttered.

“You’re right!” Janet wrote down a note.

The judge adjusted the microphone. “And in first place we have… Joey Jerikan from the First Grade!”

A small thin child eating a massive sandwich stood up. He somehow managed to stuff the entire length of food into his mouth before running up to the judge.

“The bedsheets, the special glitter - he even has waves that ripple down his costume! Don’t they all work together to make the perfect ghost?” The judge said. She gave Joey a hundred-credit-bill and a certificate.

“Actually,” Joey said, “it’s a tablecloth, baking powder, and those ripples are my stomach grumbling.” Joey took a big swig from a bottle of some kind of brown soda.

“Congratulations!” The judge said.

“See? Look.” Joey pressed his costume against his stomach.

“Food,” Joey whispered. “Food…” His abdomen started undulating.

“C-congratulations,” the judge repeated.

Joey took his prize and hopped off, and the crowd of ghosts started to disperse.

“This is rigged!” Someone shouted. It was a ghost with a large brown stain on his white shirt. “Joey stole that prize from me!”

Snow and Janet turned to the source.

“Jelli Belle,” Janet said, narrowing her eyes. “Wasn’t Jelli part of Jared’s Gang?”

“Hey, gangster,” Snow said. “Can you prove it?”

Jelli smirked. He pointed at his own shirt, and then he pointed at Joey’s bottle of soda.

“How else can you explain this, detective?” Jelli asked. 

Janet’s eyes widened. “It’s a mystery!”

Joey blinked. “What?”

“How about we settle this at the hideout,” Snow said.

🔎

Joey, Jelli, Snow, and Janet had walked a few ways to a nearby shed within the park. This was Snow’s hideout and base of operations - and there were no loud or noisy carnival events here.

Snow motioned for Joey and Jelli to sit on a few of the chairs. Snow kicked her legs up behind her desk and reclined. Janet stood behind her, tablet ready.

“So,” Snow said, “why don’t you start first, Jelli?” She took out a bubble pipe and started fiddling with it.

“It all started yesterday night,” Jelli said. “This was when the adults were preparing all the events all over Greenwood Park and I was minding my own business, you know, feeding the animals and such.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Janet scoffed. “I saw you try to stomp a worm once!”

Jelli waved a hand dismissively. “I saw a few adults taking a break. They opened a soda bottle and poured out a few cups for themselves. Then they left it out overnight.”

Snow turned to Joey, who was eating from a bowl of noodles. “Is that true?” She asked him.

Joey shrugged. “I don’t know.” He gulped a forkful. “Maybe?”

“But this is where it gets weird,” Jelli said, narrowing his eyes at Joey. “Early in the morning I was minding my own business, you know, jogging outside and trying to get healthier and such.”

“You wouldn’t do that!” Janet insisted. “Don’t you skip all your gym classes? Like all of Jared’s Gangsters?”

Jelli shrugged. “I become healthier my own way, not the teacher’s way.”

“Maybe we should bring in one of the adults,” Janet said, turning to Snow. “Someone who helped set up the events. That way, there’s more witnesses, right?”

“Hmm,” Snow blew a bubble before thinking deeply. “Eh, that sounds like too much work.”

“Anyways,” Jelli said, “I saw Joey snooping around the cups of soda left out on the tables. He said, and I quote, ‘let me mix all these sodas together to create the super-soda! This is gonna kill me or taste super good!’ Then he took out a big bottle. Specifically, that bottle.” Jelli pointed a finger at Joey’s large two-liter bottle strapped to his backpack.

Janet turned to Joey. “Is that true?”

Joey’s face lit up. “Yes! It is! I was trying to make the super-soda from last month’s Foodie magazine. You know that, right guys?”

Everyone else in the shed shook their heads.

“Then,” Jelli said, “Joey started pouring those cups of super fizzy soda into his bottle. He put in a red soda, a blue soda, and a yellow soda, and he began mixing them into that disgusting brown foamy color.”

“Disgusting?” Joey glared at Jelli. Then he uncapped his bottle and downed the rest of the ‘super soda’ before burping. “It’s not disgusting, it’s super good!”

“And then,” Jelli said, “Joey asked me if I was entering the Best Ghost contest. Which of course, I was, because I had prepared all morning!” Jelli straightened out his white shirt, prominently displaying the brown stain. “And you know what Joey did? He said ‘good luck’, and then started SHAKING IT before uncapping the bottle and blasting me right in the shirt!”

“What?!” Joey asked. “I didn’t do that! After I said ‘good luck’ I started eating some cream puffs!”

“I can kind of see that,” Snow murmured.

“Cream puffs…” Janet wrote down a note on her tablet. “Do you have any proof for that, Joey?”

“I… I ate it,” Joey sadly shook his head.

Jelli cracked his knuckles and angrily glared at Joey. “Not only was it impossible for me to win, but because Joey won, I think he should give me the prize money, as consolation.”

“WHAT?!” Joey paused eating his granola bar. “So that’s what this is about?“

Jelli shrugged. “Or, you know, maybe just half, because your costume wasn’t that bad, according to the judge at least.”

“NO!” Joey said. “You- you made that up! You poured your own soda on your shirt, not mine!”

“Really?” Jelli grinned. He dabbed the stain with a napkin. “Why don’t you smell it then?”

Joey smelled it. Then he smelled his bottle.

“They’re… they’re the same…” Joey faltered.

“Really?” Janet asked. She followed suit and frowned. “You’re right.”

Janet chewed her lip before writing down another note.

“I don’t like this, Snow,” she muttered. “I feel like Jelli is lying, but he has all the proof. Also… Joey has none.” Janet grit her teeth. “I hate this situation…”

“Maybe it’s because you’re biased,” Jelli said. “Or maybe it’s because I’m right,” he grinned.

Joey looked at Snow for help. “Jelli is lying! He’s framing me!”

“No,” Jelli said. “You were the one who prevented me from winning!”

Snow tapped her bubble pipe on the desk, and a bit of soap fell out of it. Then she stood up.

“Someone’s alibi isn’t adding up,” she said. “And I know whose.”

🔎

“Joey,” Snow said.

Joey gulped. “What?!”

Jelli grinned.

“What did you see Jelli doing when you were eating the cream puffs?” Snow asked.

“He was… staring at the soda bottles next to the cups,” Joey said.

Jelli frowned.

“Exactly,” Snow said. “He was trying to recreate your brown ‘super soda’.”

“What?” Jelli slammed a hand down on Snow’s desk. “Why would I do that?”

“Maybe it’s because you noticed how good Joey’s costume was,” Snow said. “And you wanted to leech a bit of that prize money off him in case he won.”

“That- that makes no sense!” Jelli roared. “Why would I ruin a good shirt for no reason! I don’t even know who’s gonna win!”

“Why would you bring up the ruined shirt… after the prizes were announced?” Snow said. “Or maybe you ruined it right then?”

Jelli moved back. “N-no, you don’t have any proof! Are you making things up?”

Snow walked around her desk and took a step towards Jelli. “Are you making things up?”

Jelli stumbled backwards. “What do you mean?”

“You say the soda was left out overnight,” Snow said. “Wouldn’t that have made the soda… flat?”

Jelli opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“You say the soda was extremely fizzy… but after many hours, in a cup where all the carbonation can escape? I don’t think so.” Snow said. She blew a bubble into Jelli’s face, which popped on his nose.

“I- I just misremembered!” Jelli said.

“That stain on your shirt seems to rely on that ‘wrong’ memory,” Snow continued.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jelli flung open the shed door and ran out.

After a few moments Janet picked up her tablet and looked through it.

“Wow,” Janet muttered. “I didn’t even bother to write that detail down..”

“Thank you, Snow!” Joey said. “Here, take some of this.” He pulled out a candy bar. “For payment!”

“Sugar makes you think better,” Snow grinned. “Payment accepted.”

THE END

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal 3x11 - “And the Beast From the Sea”

the way Walter calls Will “Dad” vs. the way Will calls his son Walter “an 11-year-old”

[4lbon]

Adolescence (2025)

[froggerland]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO 1ST LIEUTENANT EDWARD LITTLE!!

Having a little party with the other lieutenants and Crozier (left to right: Hodgeson, Irving, Le Vesconte, Ned, Crozier, Gore and Fairholme), Winter 1846 (before everything went downhill)

[nautieval]

Arctic gossips 🤭

[tsarjozinzbazin]

the lieutenants as dogs!