#pecheallee

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"Hand me that doohickey."

"You know, your country slang still surprises me.” Abigail said, barely audible, to the man opposite her. She almost expected the city to pour out of Will whenever he opens his mouth but instead, and oddly enough, he came off with words like “doohickey” and countless metaphors for his childhood. Regardless, she handed him the “fly” bait that he asked for, neon in color and nearly weightless in her hands.

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"I’m not scared."

Abigail light-heartledly chuckled. It was funny to see Will Graham lie. It felt similar to being in a cellar while there’s a tornado straight outside your window - your Mother is freaking out. In this theoretical case, Abigail is. And your Father, calm as ever. Not a single flinch on his face. Just a collection of reassuring serenity and nigh a worry in sight. If you were to dig just a few inches deeper, though, you’d find everything spilling out of Will Graham like hundreds of gallons of water in just a four inches deep kiddie pool. She admired his bravery, strength, even his quiet lies, but she knew who he was to the core. "We’re all scared, Will."

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[Meme/Give me a character] Norma Bates (wink wink)

Norma Bates. Ha. Hahahaha. I’ll kill you. OK, here goes.

The luminance of the sun was peaking in over the hills in White Pine Bay. A fresh breeze in the air that smelled of fresh laundry and Lavender oils filled the air like a poison. Living in comfort was addicting, but often didn’t last long. This morning, if only for a moment, Norma was able to bask in the quiet, subtle vibration of the winds against her feeble body. She could ignore the vacillating minds of the town and just live, like it was supposed to be before things became an abundance of theatrical drama. Simplicity was what her old-fashioned heart yearned for.                 The silence was only merely interupted by Chris Isaak’s rendition of “Wicked Games” flowing out of the record player with a light pop pop to remind her of the quality of vinyl. Her hips swayed left and right as she danced through the room like a windy curtain just flowing along with the zephyrs with tiptoes barely touching the surface of the hardwood.But happiness doesn’t linger in the Bates Motel and she was soon halted by the sound of glass shattering in the distance. She hurried to the loud resonance, as quickly as her slightly aching feet would carry her to where someone had violently catapulted a large chunk of stone through the crystal glass of the window. Wrapped around the stone was a letter on a beer stained piece of paper. Hesitantly, Norma scrubbed her left hand off on her dress and loosened the small rope wrapped around the paper to unfold a document that read, “Let’s get together sometime. You, me, your son, and my son. Sound good? - Caleb” x

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❤ - Any tumblr senpais?

// In roleplay, yes. You and Pathologos are my ultimate senpais. But I also feel this way towards many others. Just that I’ve loved you two the longest so you both hold a special place in my so-not-senpai heart. x

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☑ - A fact about the character.

When Abigail was child, her Father had a high tolerance for her obsession with consummation of sweets and high calorie foods that were otherwise bad for her/not substantial for a meal. Her Mother overbearingly shoved vegetables in her face while her Father allowed her to do whatever she wanted as long as she got her schoolwork done. She holds this against neither of them but on lonely nights, she stills scoops up a spoonful of ripped up Fruit Roll-Up, Gushers, and Sour Patch Kids and eats them at once. It’s healthy for the brain, if not for body is her motto in this sense. x

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For the Munday ask that peche-allee sent me.

This photo is from November of last year but it's the only one that I have of me that isn't a shitty webcam photo and is the most recent. Yup, kay. I'm going to post this before I second guess it. x

[bornoutoffire]

I'll Make A Fortune Out Of You / CLOSED

Tuesday. Black stilettos banging against concrete in a fast paced but precise manner sounded throughout the halls of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. An admirer of their most recent patient had sent her publicist clippings among other various items that they hoped would catch her attention. She hadn't been the slightest interested until she saw the report about his judge being brutally murdered. Admiration like that drove Cassandra's blood into a boiling frenzy. "I don't care if this man is innocent or guilty." Without even a glance in her publicists direction, she spoke softly and quietly with a smile on her lips. "I have to get his story. I want my hands on it and no one else's greedy palms will have any way of taking it from me."

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✗ - A ship I can’t stand

In the Hannibal fandom? Nobody hate me, but Beverly Katz and Will Graham. I just feel like they’re completely 100% incompatible. Like if she was on eHarmony and so was he, they would not get paired up. He’s intelligent with broad horizons and I feel like she needs someone with a little more simplicity in her life. Her and Alana are actually perfect for each other. Will needs someone like Hannibal or Abigail. And that’s not purposeful.