the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself
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the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself
finnthepuddin asked: Hey, Mai! They're really interesting choices! With regard to Bryan Fuller, why exactly do you choose him? I know somewhat, however! He actually interacts with the fans, doesn't he?
Bryan Fuller: HOW DO I LOVE THEE? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS…
- He has a successful history with genre shows (Heroes, Pushing Daisies, Hannibal)
- He is an openly gay showrunner, but unlike Jeff Davis, he actually champions queer representation that is inclusive of lesbians and showing gay people as people (and not just objects for exploitative makeout sessions).
- He employs colorblind casting. Beverly Katz (Hannibal) is played by Korean American actress, Hettienne Park. Jack Crawford (Hannibal) is played by black actor, Laurence Fishburne. The role of Crawford in the books and previous movie adaptations have all been portrayed by white actors.
- He interacts with fans, but unlike Jeff Davis, he genuinely appreciates his fanbase and their fandom creations.
- He respects women. Not only does he acknowledge and appreciate female fans explicitly, he’s turned male characters into women (e.g. Freddie Lounds) and is careful to show parity in the number of female/male victims on Hannibal. PLUS HE REFUSES TO TELL A RAPE STORY ON HIS SHOW, PERIOD.
I’m going to chime in on this because I have a lot of strong feelings about Bryan Fuller and what a fantastic human being he is.
The points above are absolutely true and absolutely valid but I’m going to expand on a couple of them just from personal experience - To say Bryan Fuller appreciates his fans is shockingly enough an understatement. This man ADORES the people who consume his work. He will literally bend over backwards to be inclusive to people who interact with him in any way possible.
The most fascinating thing, I think, about Bryan and his fan interactions is that there is absolutely no undercurrent of contentiousness or shaming or dictating HOW anyone should enjoy his work. Bryan’s openly supportive, playful, and validating of all the shipping that goes on in the Hannibal fandom and makes no effort to use the slash fans ships or works to queer bait anyone. He acknowledges completely that slash readings of the show are valid and doesn’t mock them or attempt to profit off of them.
There’s no push-pull happening between Bryan or his fans at all on any level, it’s reciprocal in every degree.
I was dressed up as the Nightmare Stag at Comic Con and when I went up to ask my question, he immediately lit up, pulled me up to get photos, and was just so genuinely amazingly excited - I didn’t expect it at all. It literally made my entire convention experience, hands down. I’ve never, not once in the years I’ve been crafting or cosplaying, had a reception like that.
Also the just general embracing of the culture of the fandom as well - This can be such a tricky line to ride since it can easily spin off into trying to bait or tease fans maliciously - but Bryan has done nothing but use his direct line to the fandom to show appreciation of the fans. If you go to Bryan’s twitter and look through his gallery, he’s adopted the flower crown tumblr popularized as a symbol of gratitude, not a joke.
They actually - No joke, have a plastic bin that they keep on the set of Hannibal full of flower crowns to take photos with to share with fans.
Also - If you remember the shirt that was up on TeeFury months ago - this one - Bryan literally bought EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE CAST AND CREW this shirt. It’s their s2 crew shirt. Rather than outsourcing and designing a shirt for the crew, Bryan decided to support a fan’s work.
And this attitude trickles down to the entire cast and crew. I was lucky enough to spend a day on the set meeting with people and watching them film - We spent the majority of the day with one of the producers, who, not only was absolutely willing and excited to talk with me not only about the canon of the Thomas Harris novels, the timelines of the show, the inclusivity of certain characters, etc, but was sure to tell me that this warm, fun, high energy environment was absolutely not typical of all TV sets. It was something special. And I absolutely believe that.
And that’s why everyone should watch and support Hannibal. It’s the most lovingly crafted show about cannibalism and murder you’ll ever see in your life.
What men don’t understand is that women are FIERCELY PROTECTIVE of underage girls because we remember when we were young and some adult man made us uncomfortable or manipulated us or was inappropriate with us and we were powerless.
All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.
This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?
The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.
At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.
Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.
But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.
The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.
They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.
And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.