Food for thought: daddy!

I feel like my whole life is a slow decent into a madness, also known as, daddy issues. And by whole life, of course, I mean my tv shows.

Hannibal just topped the cake. And by topping off the cake, I mean, Hannibal just pulled a Lestat move from Interview with the Vampire, where he pretty much said look-at-how-adorable-OUR-daughter-is-how-can-you-ever-leave-me-now in order to get Will to have a shotgun marriage with him.

Oh, the power of little girls and the sound of hearing 'daddy' from their lips!

It isn't even like I ship Hannibal and Will together (I find that thought, not disturbed to say, but there is just too much power imbalance and bad intention than I am comfortable with. Let's just say, I see Hannibal and Will's relationship as very much like butcher and the butchered, except the butchered is capable of looking up at you from beneath the top of his glasses and saying he knows you did it too.) and the gay was rocketing off the charts.

All in all, feed the fangirls, Bryan Fuller, and you'll have your army of fannibals when NBC tries to dump you.

PS: I can't be the only one that was ready to flip over the dinner table (despite Hannibal's eventual stare of disapproval for interrupting dinner time) when Freddie says she is vegetarian. THAT SALAD BETTER BE MADE OF PEOPLE OR GOD HELP ME-You're good, Fuller, I'll give you that.

#EatTheRude!