fabulous hannibal

fuck every other fandom, i’m just going to lie down and wallow in hannibal

the show is breathtaking, the fans are wonderful and full of black humor, their fanart is morbidly gorgeous, the cast is diverse, enthusiastic, and well-spoken, and they all look absolutely fucking adorable in flower crowns, the directors and producers love their fans and pay meticulous attention to their craft, and the only truly problematic element is the titular character’s tendency to, y'know. eat people

(and even then, he only eats RUDE people)


myth x ladies of hannibal :  apate x freddie lounds

Zeus sovereign in the heights will leave his earthly loves
and return self-bidden to heaven he will change his mind
by my guileful girdle. This one puts to shame the
heart bewitching girdle of the Paphian [Aphrodite]


Hannibal, who spoke Greek, worshiped Greek gods, and took Greek scholars with him on his campaigns, was also aiming to fight as a Greek might have done. Hence the elephants. Compared to the other units under Hannibal’s command-…the great beasts were of merely limited tactical value, ‘unsuited by their very nature,’ as one candid military analyst would later put it, ‘to the demands of combat.’ Nevertheless, in an age that had long since come to equate power with swaggering displays of gigantism, they represented the very ultimate in status symbols, an indispensable military brand, without which no Hellenistic general could hope to be regarded as a serious player. Hannibal, obliged as he was by Roman command of the sea to launch his invasion by land, took his elephants with him in order to mythologize what would otherwise have appeared all too obviously a strategy bred of weakness. As they lumbered over the Pyrenees or trampled the trails of southern Gaul, or bellowed their anxiety from makeshift rafts bobbing across the river Rhone, so also did they trumpet the godlike scale of their master’s ambition. Not even Alexander had attempted anything quite so fabulously exotic as Hannibal was attempting now.
—  I Wish I’d Been There, Book Two edited by Byron Hollinshead and Theodore K. Rabb