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[drdumaurier]

“ i can’t hurt him. ”

Angst & post-angst

     ❝ A time will come when you will have to make a choice. You cannot continue to stay neutral, he will force you to choose a side. You’re either with him or against him, there’s no middle ground here. Are you ready to make sacrifices when you’ll have to? I’m not certain you are. ❞

[noteasilyswayed-arc]

the words that fall off his lips; she hears them, but god. she doesn’t believe them. she doesn’t believe them, because in her heart of hearts she knows that if she was ever so stupid to let herself get into situation like she did, that she fully deserved it. in fact, she thought that was all she ever deserved at that point. she had worked so hard to keep her walls up, to build them up so high, that when she took them down she wasn’t even smart enough to realize that she was being blinded from the truth which was right in front of her.

‘ no, ’ she says, simply, tired eyes looking up at the man before her. ‘ no i deserved exactly what i got. this was all self inflicted, i should have known better, i sh———– ’ she stops herself before she writes a list that is ten miles long about all the things that she did wrong that led up to all these things that happened.  ‘ i got what i deserved, will. ’

she lets out a deep sigh, one that made it seem like she had been holding her breath for quite some time now. ‘ it’s you that deserved better. you deserve a better psychiatrist who genuinely cares about your well being. you deserve co-workers who stand up for you instead of fight agaist, you and will———–you deserve better friends. ’ she’s referring to herself in that last one, never cutting herself even an inch of slack when it came to all of this.

‘ from the beginning i was the one that tried to keep you out of this———but nobody else gave a damn. nobody ever listens to me even though i’m right ! i don’t speak just to hear myself talk despite what jack crawford might think ! ’ she shakes her head, hand extending to touch his forearm. ‘ will it’s you that deserves better. ’

an angst meme that i lost ??? / @clockdrawn

[deepwcb-aa-blog]

STARTER CALL  「 @clockdrawn 」

  OH,  WHEN  HE  SAID  he  had  dogs  she  wasn’t  expecting  a  whole  pack !  Tilting  her  head  on  one  side  she  can  get  a  glimpse  of  a  bunch  of  wagging  tails  beyond  him  as  he  partly  opens  the  door;  he’s  wary.  ❝  hey !  ❞  his  gloomy  face  is  greeted  by  a  smile  on  the  young  hacker’s  features.  She’s  standing  on  his  porch,  her  young  pitbull  pulling  on  the  chain  leash  to  rush  inside;  after  months  of  gripping  onto  anything  in  the  streets  not  to  be  dragged  around,  she  grew  some  muscles.  He  lives  far  from  the  city,  far  from  any  form  of  civilization  according  to  her  gps,  so  she  asked  if  she  could  bring  her  own  dog  along  not  to  have  to  worry  about  him  while  she  was  away  for  so  long.  ❝  don’t  worry,  I  know  he  looks  scary,  but  he’s  friendly.  ❞  most  of  the  times.  ❝  should  they,  uhm,  meet  outside ?  I  don’t  want  him  to  destroy  your  house.  ❞  nervously  she  giggles.  ❝  he  can  be ...  what’s  the  word,  when  you’re  too  excited ... ?  ❞  looking  at  his  lips,  she  expects  the  profiler  to  give  his  suggestion.  

[drdumaurier]

“ i had nothing to do with that. ”

Angst & post-angst

     ❝ While I would like to believe you, there are too many signs that tend to prove the opposite and most people seem to think that you were involved. So tell me, why should I believe you? ❞

[deathfound-a]

‘ Words are living things. They have personality, point of view, agenda. ‘

NBC’S HANNIBAL PROMPTS // accepting

@clockdrawn

          The reaper hummed in agreement, leaning forward in her seat with arms resting on her knees. Sticks and stones, rubber and glue, all those things they told themselves to believe that words didn’t hurt. They did, often in insidious ways. Words were powerful. Cassie didn’t always think before she spoke, not the best habit to have. More than once she had been called too blunt, harsh in the comments she made. She tried to speak the truth when she could, her truth just happened to be darker than most. She tilted her head, the corner of her lips lifting into a wry grin.  “I should probably choose my words more carefully then.”

[dazzleshe]

❝ Why do I get the feeling that you were planning this all along? ❞

X-MEN  APOC.ALYPSE  MEME.    accepting.

“    AHHHHH  dazzler  strikes  again.          you  should  really  pay  more  attention  y’know            i   wasn’t   even   trying   that   hard.  ”       coral  pink  lips  smirk  before  letting  out  a  dramatic  laugh.     with  a  snap  of  her  fingers,     the  hologram  dupes  vanish  with   the   light.

[dabruxa]

@clockdrawn​,   ctd.

the   urgency   saturating   his    raw    tenor,   clutches   her   by   the   shoulders   and   constricts.   she   knows   his   seriousness,   feels   disquiet   pulsating   from   his   person.   this   is   not   the   first   incident   they've   involved   her   in.   all   of   them   grisly,   appalling,   lurid.   the  ghastly  components   most   nightmares,   and   horror   movies   were   made   of.   they   are   the   people   law   calls   upon   when  they   want   unorthodox   explanations.   when   they   want   to   separate   their   emotions   from   the   graphic   macabre,   because   they   are   weak.   he   is   frantic   and   she   becomes   more   likely   to   give   him   strength,   encourage   they   enter   the  decrepit   home   in   the   forest   themselves.   why   wait   ?

“   what   exactly   did   you   see,   will   ?   ”    concerned   brows   knitting,   her   hands   further   burrow   themselves   within   pockets   for   warmth   as   dark   hues   veer   towards    hollow   building.   they   rivet,   gauging,    attempting   to   get   a   sense   of   what   is   hidden   inside.  her   gut   plummets,  stench   of   death   filling   her   nostrils,   flashes  of   dripping   blood   through   cracks   in    floorboards.   it’s   fresh.   her   lips   tighten,  gaze   returning   to   him.           “  it's   more   than   one   this   time,   isn't   it   ?   you   really   think   the   killer   is   still   hanging   around   here   ?   ”     while   trusting   his   judgement,   she's   eager   to   head   closer   and   discover   what's   inside,  if   he   doesn't   approve,   she'll   go   alone.   within   her,   no   fear   of   the   dead   resides.                                     

[valdreyri-moved]

‘   SOON   THE   COLD   OF   NIGHT   will   fall   summoned   by   your   own   hand.   ’    

     @clockdrawn​       //       sc