Cannibal Creamin’? Mads Mikkelsen Of ‘Hannibal’ Is About To Make It Rain…Hard

Methinks something is missing.


Captain’s log.


Date: November 11th, 2013

Time: Fifteen hundred hours, Twenty-three minutes

Current Location: A bathroom stall, silent!screaming

Event: To henceforth be known as “The Day My Pants Burned”


My fellow Cannibalistas…I barely know what to write here. Our personal lord and savior, Bryan Fuller, is once again testing our faith and-


YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING DID YOU?! DID YOU?! Well, good, because neither did I and should we not suffer together in a most communal fashion? Whimper as we hold each other close when it becomes just.too.much to bear? Yes. That’s what I thought. Trial by fire, running the gauntlet, yadda yadda.

FYI, the above shot is of built furry sweet baby Jesus can I lick a little pero coñoooooooo Mads Mikkelsen with director Michael Rymer (@MichaelRymer) on the set of, let’s face it, the scene of our future deaths. Just…CHRIST, WOULD YOU LOOK AT ALL THAT?! Speaking of faces, these two are GIVING face like whoa! *claps* Yes, yes, settle down, Beavis; everyone knows you gentleman are fabulous!

Now, while this was just tweeted a few moments ago, I’m not sure if it’s actually from today, or something the lovely Bryan saved up for a surprise attack. I choose to think it’s current. Because Bryan Fuller is our king. And this king has our backs.

State of the He-Ate-Us? Production is well into S2E6 with Bry furiously putting pen to paper/fingers to keys on the scripts for the rest of the season. Also, when questioned about the absence of Hannibal’s polydactyly (extra fingers/toes), Bryan stated that it was omitted “to maintain sex appeal” but that “they’re going to be giving Hannibal plenty of scars this season”. Mission accomplished, my liege! Hmm, I don’t know, guys. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear the man listened in on our less-than-devout prayers at night.

Alrighty then! I need some alone time i.e. I need to score some chocolate and furiously imagine that it’s Mads’ bronzed, Danish chest. I never said I wasn’t shallow, y’all. Swiggity swag!

Visual representation of my loins. FA-FUCKING-TALITY!


Captain out.

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