#nxiriisms

[onlyblackgirl]

What the hell am I supposed to do with these assholes telling me to tag my posts on police brutality? Because I swear I'm inches away from doxxing them all and ruining their Christmas.

Idk. I haven't came across that issue. Tell them to unfollow

[lassets]

nxiriisms.

The sign on Jack's desk read 'J. Crawford'. She'd seen it a million times, but now she wished she was reading it at a different point in time. So much had happened over these past couple of years. It was all tiring to think about.  The Ripper, the loss of the arm, the return, everything. The fact that the Ripper, Hannibal Lecter, tried to kill Jack Crawford. And here he was. Alive and well. She couldn't look at his neck without cringing. Miriam still wasn't back in the line of work. Not in the line of work she wanted to be in. She hadn't worked since before she'd gone missing. She wanted to be a trainee... again. She knew this. Jack Crawford knew this. It was his word against hers. He made the call. She couldn't seem to convince him.  She hadn't seen this man since he was unconscious in the hospital. She visited him, brought him a large bouquet of flowers. She made sure he knew they were from her. Now, he was back, in work. " If Hannibal Lecter can stop me from working, he can do the same for you. " Sarcastic, stubborn, Lass. The student he would remember. Miriam wanted to see him again. That's why she was here. Taking up his time. He had a busy schedule. The stubbornness, mentioned before, would cause her not to care. She was more worried about him. " I'm sorry this happened to you. " Hadn't he recently been saying those very words to her?  She walked in without knocking. Closed the door behind her. He must have assumed she was someone else, until she spoke.

[aliaomnino]

nxiriisms replied to your post:nxiriisms replied to your post:#there’s a gd swear...

A dollar for each swear and by the end of the year, Jack can buy himself a whole new wardrobe probably

clarice: [swearing]

jack: go put a dollar in the swear jar starling

clarice: [SWEARING INTENSIFIES]

[aliaomnino]

nxiriisms replied to your post:#there’s a gd swear jar on jack’s desk bc of...

thaT’S OK bc there’s on at Jack’s house too and it’s UP TO THE BRIM STARLING.

molly and will and clarice probably all have their own individual swear jars tbh

[aliaomnino]

#there's a gd swear jar on jack's desk bc of clarice excuse u clarice is too professional to swear on the job that swear jar is completely will graham's doing

[tomypleasingrpaesthetics]

nxiriisms replied to your post: Mother is straightening my hair, norma...

why is your natural hair always so amazing tho???

princessellieloverps replied to your post: Mother is straightening my hair, norma...

Woah gorgeous

I'm just sitting here making weird sniggering/snorting noises because I don't know what to say flattery will get you everywhere thank you :). Although my hair is pinned up on the natural side if you did not guess already.

[lecterliings-archived-blog]

( nxiriisms )

feet, small but sure, carried the young hannah throughout the halls of the large and strange building. it reminded her of many things, though she cannot quite recall them all. after a while, the girl finds a door with a name that is familiar to her--jack crawford, her sister's middle name a reflection of the man in a manner of speaking. she knew how much he meant to her mother, and wondered about him. she had an almost unnatural and certainly untamed curiosity about her. so, with a tiny fist, she knocks on the door--when she hears no talking inside, a sign that adults were having 'grown up talk', she opens the door just a crack.

                                 "hi!"