Imagine Hannibal singing “head, shoulders, knees, and toes” to himself quietly while cooking up mysterious items in his kitchen.
my otp
my otp
my otp
MY OTP
MY OTP
just a friendly reminder that you don’t have to justify your taste in music, movies, or books to anyone and if certain people make you feel bad or ashamed over stuff you like you should probably just tell them to fuck off
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