#agentclaricestxrling

[mansmindmedic-blog]

[12:17:34 AM] haleigh: BEST FRIEDS 5EVER

[12:17:39 AM] Hannibal Montannibal: 6EVER EVEN

[12:17:42 AM] haleigh: frieds

[12:17:47 AM] haleigh: i called us frieds

[12:17:47 AM] Hannibal Montannibal: frieds

[12:17:54 AM] haleigh: kayla

[12:18:00 AM] Hannibal Montannibal: we're best frieds

[12:18:11 AM] Hannibal Montannibal: oh no its only 12 and im alrady laughing at everything

(aka: "DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS?"

"YEAH" )

[littlefoster]

+ agentclaricestxrling

          "Do you work for the FBI?                   My step dad used to."

[ifyouaskmeto]

agentclaricestxrling replied to your post:I haven’t seen the last two episodes of Hannibal....

you are going to die

I'm so excited I just want to rip my face off.

[lassets]

☁ ((screams because you're back))

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

 ”Now I havequiet memoriesand the occasionaldream.”

[mansmindmedic-blog]

"I have nothing left to lose.... You took your time to choose."

         Now which will it be, me or the FBI?

[mansmindmedic-blog]

☁

Send me ☁ and I'll generate a starter based off of a song from shuffle from iTunes.

Neutron Star Collision by Muse

I love this song, goddamn.

[bedelix-archived-blog]

Dustbowl Dance | Bedelia and Clarice

█ █ {♛}—;; ❝—————Doctor Bedelia Du Maurier.❞ Were the only words to leave her mouth as she walked past the security desk, intent within her footsteps, the click of heels against tiled floor. She had an appointment, a meeting with Agent Clarice Starling, and the last thing Bedelia wanted was to be late- that would not do for a good first impression. If she was being honest with herself, Bedelia would admit that she did not truly care  if the woman like her or not, but Bedelia prided herself on making excellent first impressions on people, especially people who she would be working closely with for quite some time. She knew exactly where to go, having gotten directions by phone the last time she had corresponded with Clarice Starling, so it took her very little time to find the right room. Pausing outside the door, Bedelia allowed herself a moment to readjust her blazer, straightening the 'VISITOR' badge clasped to the lapel. After smoothing down her blouse, a fist was raised, coming to knock upon the wood in three short raps, followed closely by speech.                            ❝—————Agent Starling ?❞

[mansmindmedic-blog]

Closed; I See you on the Other Side

"Clarice, Clarice, Clarice," he said, voice drawing on each syllable of her name a tad bit too long, lingering on the ends to get the satisfaction of saying her name once more. His beautiful lunch guest, someone he could talk to with the knowledge that she would not only treat him with respect, but be as intrigued in the conversation, and intellectually stimulating as he had always believed. "Please, pull up a chair and sit down. I do think we have some matters to discuss."

"It's been far too long since I've last seen you, Clarice." His own lunch had already been prepared, sitting on the small desk in front of him, which he had moved to the center of his cell, pressed up against the bars in order to get a full view of her flowing, dark hair, that reminded him almost of a river at night, and the way her eyes glistened, despite the bags and redness from a lack of sleep the previous morning. Her perfume was intoxicating and weighed out his dish, something he hardly minded at all. He was enthralled, enthused, and excited by her, because of her. "What can I do for you today?"