independent & selective ABIGAIL PAIGE HOBBS from nbc’s HANNIBAL, gored by opossum [ PINTEREST BOARD & SPOTIFY PLAYLIST & AES SIDEBLOG ]
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independent & selective ABIGAIL PAIGE HOBBS from nbc’s HANNIBAL, gored by opossum [ PINTEREST BOARD & SPOTIFY PLAYLIST & AES SIDEBLOG ]
⠀ ⠀ * — 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 girlhood ; 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 believed.
⠀ ⠀ * — 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 girlhood ; 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 believed.
pokes my head out.... what if i came back to abby
mothers and daughters and mothers and daughters and mothers
joan didion / rupi kaur / janet finch / @honeytuesday / the lumineers / greta gerwig / kacey musgraves / taylor swift / lucy dacus / @schuylerpeck / michelle zauner / taylor swift / abba
affectionate action prompts
( bear ) : sender bear hugs receiver
( back ) : sender rubs receiver’s back
( embrace) : sender gently hugs receiver
( hold ) : sender hugs receiver from behind
( caress ) : sender caresses receiver’s face
( peck ) : sender kisses receiver on the cheek
( smooch ) : sender kisses receiver on the lips
( snuggle ) : sender pulls receiver into their lap
( warm ) : our muses cuddle together for warmth
( bloom ) : sender gives receiver a bouquet of flowers
( comb ) : sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair
( whisper ) : sender shares a secret with receiver ( specify )
( tend ) : sender looks after receiver when they’ve been hurt
( comfort ) : sender holds receiver while they’re sad / scared
( visit ) : our muses visit sender’s favorite place from childhood
( snack ) : sender brings receiver their favorite food to cheer them up
( carry ) : sender carries receiver to bed when they’re too tired to walk
reverse prompts
( bear reverse ) : receiver bear hugs sender
( back reverse ) : receiver rubs sender’s back
( embrace reverse ) : receiver gently hugs sender
( hold reverse ) : receiver hugs sender from behind
( caress reverse ) : receiver caresses sender’s face
( peck reverse ) : receiver kisses sender on the cheek
( snuggle reverse ) receiver pulls receiver into their lap
( smooch reverse ) : receiver kisses receiver on the lips
( whisper reverse ) : receiver shares a secret with sender
( bloom reverse ) : receiver gives sender a bouquet of flowers
( comb reverse ) : receiver runs their fingers through sender’s hair
( tend reverse ) : receiver looks after sender when they’ve been hurt
( comfort reverse ) : receiver holds sender while they’re sad / scared
( visit reverse ) : our muses visit receiver’s favorite place from childhood
( snack reverse ) : receiver brings sender their favorite food to cheer them up
( carry reverse ) : receiver carries sender to bed when they’re too tired to walk
If you were a waiting room
I would never see a doctor
I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed
𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙻 𝙷𝙾𝙱𝙱𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙽𝙱𝙲'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙱𝙰𝙻
slithers back on here.....
yknow that vine of the mom listening to nicki minaj and she’s going no. NO. NO TURN THAT OFF. NOOOO
that but it’s abigail listening to WAP
— abigail likes to write her music as something personal, but in the eyes of somebody else. her life and her feelings, but through the eyes of something else entirely — in the case of kyoto, it’s the eyes of a girl on tour in kyoto, while addressing the feelings she has about her dad. motion sickness is written as a love song, but is one far from it, and is not a romantic song, though hidden as one. sometimes though, she does approach topics in her music as herself — such as in her song killer, she explores her dark psyche and imagining her death to cope with it, as well as her relationship with murder.
MOTION SICKNESS LYRICS THAT ARE IMPORTANT ;
i hate you for what you did, and i miss you like a little kid / there are no words in the english language, that i could scream to drown you out / and while you’re bleeding on your back in the glass, i’ll be glad that i made it out and i’m sorry that it all went down like it did
KYOTO LYRICS THAT ARE IMPORTANT ;
i’m gonna kill you, if you don’t beat me to it / remember getting the truck fixed when you let us drive it, 25 felt like flying / i don’t forgive you, but please don’t hold me to it / i wanted to see the world through your eyes until it happened, then i changed my mind / guess i lied, i’m a liar
KILLER LYRICS THAT ARE IMPORTANT ;
sometimes i think i’m a killer, i scared you in your house. i even scared myself by talking about dahmer on your couch / i am sick of the chase, but i’m hungry for blood, and there’s nothing i can do / know that i’ve burned every playlist, and i’ve given all my love
— these are just a FEW songs that have seen the light of day outside of abigail’s journal, and that she may actually be willing to share. a couple of songs have been bounced between her and her best friend, helping with chords and the likes, others are ones that she plucked idly on her guitar and refused to share with another soul.
i think abigail should have a jeep what do you think
@potentempath said : & / send & to touch abby’s scar !
she resides in the empty space beside him of the norman chapel, a lonely GHOST clinging to the last semblance of life she has — will graham’s memory palace is the only place that abigail hobbs lives on within, haunting his footsteps through the long trek to europe — they’ll find hannibal here, abigail knows it ; she’d heard hannibal talk about it for months leading up to the scene in his kitchen . . . the three of them were to run, that a place had been MADE for them in florence — they would leave balitmore behind them, a new life WAITING for them just a plane ride away . . . but it didn’t matter. none of it mattered anymore.
crimson steadily pours from the opened wound in her neck, but abigail seems CALM despite the circumstances. will, on the other hand, does NOT. the apparition notices the panic glossing over his face — he is LOSING her again, forced to relive what has become of his betrayal over and over again.
will’s hands come up to clamp over her throat, to try and stop the bleeding again as she spills over like a brimming cup of sacremental wine. ❝ i’m sorry, will. ❞ her words are exhaled, speaking CLEARLY despite the blood that never seems to STOP flowing — they’re covered in it, until they’re not. abigail hobbs slips from his grasp, the teacup that has SHATTERED and will not gather itself together ; falling through his fingers like grains of sand. how many times does he have to watch her die ? how many more cuts to the throat can this poor fawn take ?
it is the last time abigail visits him. his trip to florence is one of his own, the phantom of the girl left back in a lonely plot of land six feet under ground, beside her mother and her father. her final resting place, gone but not forgotten in the eyes of the man who started it all — will graham may have shot her father nine times in the chest that autumn morning, but he keeps her memory preserved like a fine china doll. she’s thankful for it. abigail can only hope he will not let her death be one in VAIN.
@astwisted sent in : wanna go spend all of will's money at the mall?
there’s a soft grin that tugs on the corners of abigail’s lips at bedelia’s prompt, deciding to let herself indulge in a little bit of bad behaviour. ❝ i think i definitely need a new coat, what do you think ? ❞ she pushes herself up to her feet, dusting the crumbs off of her thighs from the chocolate chip cookie she had been nurturing. ❝ he wants us to bond, right ? what better way to do it than a shopping trip ? ❞
@goremade said : & / send & to touch abby’s scar !
she is sat on a marble carved bathroom sink, in a bathroom that looks like it is STRAIGHT out of some swanky hotel — but in actuality, is just doctor lecter’s private bathroom down the hall from the kitchen. the stitches have ripped open and irritated themselves, most likely caused by abigail jerking her head as she had snooped around ; though it’s not really snooping when you have PERMISSION, is it ?
abigail flinches as the good doctor replaces the gauze packet on her neck, blotting at the blood that has seeped through the dark stitches. a constant reminder, a stinging that never goes away ; every time she looks in the mirror, hatred will fester in the form of her father’s blade, never to let her forget that she should’ve DIED on her kitchen floor that morning. ❝ that hurts, ❞ she mumbles softly, face twisted up into a tight grimace.
she stares at the ceiling as he finishes up, fists balled up in her lap as abigail tries to ignore the ache in her neck. ❝ what’s the worst injury you’ve ever gotten ? ❞ she doesn’t know much about doctor lecter, except for the fact that he works with the fbi and he seems to be nice enough — at least he is to her. though abigail’s guages for reading people isn’t her strongest selling point. ❝ this definitely takes the cake for me . . . or the time that i broke my collarbone falling out of a pine tree. ❞
i just think that abigail in an all girls band,,,