* 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑦

*  𝖽𝗈  𝗒𝗈𝗎  𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅  𝑎𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑  𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇  𝗒𝗈𝗎  𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋  𝗆𝗒  𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ?

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          *   my  father  was  still  there,  sitting  on  my  rocking  chair.  we  𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝   each  other  for  a  𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡  as  i  lay  in  bed.  ❝  you  were  looking  for  me,  ❞  he  said.  i  𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑  at  him.  ❝  in  your  dream.  you  were  LOOKING  for  me.  ❞  an  ache  passes  through  me.  ❝  i’m  always  looking  for  you,  ❞  i  whispered.

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[hannibalhadalittlelamb]

and we all know how this will end

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abigail hobbs listening to the dixie chicks is way too powerful

[henricavyll]

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              *  ABIGAIL  HOBBS  +  HER  FATHERS

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And I think that’s what a father is / —a blade that never stops cutting.

Desireé Dallagiacomo, from “Origin Story,” Sink (via lifeinpoetry)

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   *   potentempath​,   𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋  ;

“it’s an AMERICAN GIANT MILLIPEDE, or an iron worm, as it’s sometimes called. uh  — don’t worry, though. they’re typically harmless. they can excrete a noxious liquid that can cause something called millipede burn, but they only do it when threatened. they don’t bite; millipedes are herbivores.  they feed on decaying wood and leaves and the occasional fruit. lots of people keep these guys for pets, actually. really, they’re quite friendly. wanna hold him?” 

          face  scrunches  up  at  the  critter  rolled  up  in  will’s  palm,  who  seems  to  have  no  problem  whatsoever  handling  the  thing.  ❝  if  a  bug  can  cause  a  burn,  then  i  don’t  think  it’s  typically  harmless.  ❞  she  doesn’t  like  looking  at  it,  with  it’s  way  too  many  legs  and  not  quite  sure  which  end  was  WHICH.  but  when  he  asks  if  she  wants  to  hold  it,  abigail  wipes  her  hands  off  on  her  jeans.  ❝  and  what  if  he  just  doesn’t  like  my  vibes  and  BURNS  me  ?  then  what  ?  ❞

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just saw a post saying hannibal was a good father.... bro he killed her !!!

[feelwoozie]

         *  YEAH,  YOU’RE  GONNA  LOVE  THIS  ONE  :  IT’S  A  SCREAM,  BABY  !

[awoundstillfresh-deactivated202]

Wounded Daughter

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          —  while many believe that abigail is an only child because of the way her father acted towards her, what most don’t know is that abby actually had an older brother. it’s a sore subject that she doesn’t like to talk about or linger on, but it’s not hard information to find either. she was only seven when he passed away at the age of sixteen, a car accident with her mother. they were both in critical care for awhile, before her brother passed from his injuries. she doesn’t remember much of him, but when she thinks of tommy, she feels warm. 

          — ever since the accident, her mother has grown mute and distant. louise was there, but never THERE with them in the moment. a haunted house, a ghost peering through her mother’s eyes. with the death of her son, louise hobbs may as well have died alongside him. eventually she lost her job as a high school english teacher and stayed home, where her body would work on autopilot to cook and clean the house, but never interacting with her husband or daughter.

          — after tommy’s death, and abigail was old enough, she would accompany her father on his hunting trips. originally that had been garett and his son’s thing, but abigail felt that she needed to step up to the plate after his untimely death, and to take his place. while she tried, abigail knew she could never fill his shoes no matter what she did. thomas hobbs was their golden child, the one they gushed about at church and told all their friends about. even past his death, and abigail had grown up on her own, she was still compared to him in everything she did.

          — despite everything, abigail has never ONCE thought badly of tommy. she loved him, of course she did. he was her big brother that let her do whatever she wanted. while memories of him in the recent years have become fuzzy, and abigail losing her belief in religion, she would pray to him. she would wish for his light, that he was somewhere nice if it existed, and that she missed him. would he forgive her for everything she had done ? would he understand she did it to survive ? 

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literally nothing more upsetting to me than writing (deceased) beside all of abigail’s family and friends in her bio

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STU MACHER???? ON MY DASH???? 💅💅💅💅

          oh stop it YOU !!!

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  twirls my hair.... what do u think ?

[roadmotel]

Evan Knoll, Blood Makes the Blade Holy

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         ✰  - —   @fezcko​​  said  :   🙌   |  send  🙌  for  an  npc  in  abigail’s  life

                                 *  GARRET  JACOB  HOBBS

          THE MINNESOTA SHRIKE. prolific serial killer, gjh killed eight young girls that looked exactly like his daughter. same age, same hair colour — he was obsessed with his daughter abigail, and didn’t want to kill her, so killing the girls in her likeness was the closest he could get. abigail insisted in the murders, befriending the girls and finding out where they lived, when they’d be alone, etc ; and she would report this all back to her father so could do his work. much like the deer abigail used to hunt with him, nothing of the girls would go to waste — their meat would provide for the hobbs’ family table, and their bones would be whittled into plumbers putty or something else that was useful. NONE OF THEM WOULD GO TO WASTE. it wasn’t murder if their death wasn’t in vain.

          before he was the killer, abigail’s fondest memories are of the times with her father. now when she thinks back on them, it’s just tainted. it feels wrong to miss him, knowing what her father was, but at the same time — sometimes the only comfort she can find is when she wears his old hunting jacket again. if she buries her nose deep enough into it’s canvas fabric, she can imagine herself as a little girl again, when nothing mattered but the sun shining down on them.  HE  WAS  LOVING  RIGHT  UP  UNTIL  HE  WASN’T.