But gUYS. It took the murder of Abigail (and a gutting) to (metaphorically) kill Will. Jfc. I'm sTILL CRYING
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But gUYS. It took the murder of Abigail (and a gutting) to (metaphorically) kill Will. Jfc. I'm sTILL CRYING
BTW did anyone else notice the lack of the pendulum in this episode???
Am I the only one broken to pieces over Abigail? I mean I knew it. But. "There was never a place for you" fUCK
"In some tiny little bottled up way, deep inside you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong. Because it gives you an excuse to just stop pretending."
Wolf Among Us Starters
âYou seem to have a remarkably vivid perception of who I am, Abigail.â
â We all have our parts to play . â
Wolf Among Us Starters
âSome more than others.â
    âAt least.. thatâs the assumption.âÂ
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Beverly and Will are friends with a unique bond and understanding. (x)
âEveryone has thought about killing someone, one way or another.â
the wolf among us || starters
â Is that a threat ? â â These lips are sealed . â â It is better to be feared than loved .â â Iâve seen the way you look at ___ , okay ? Youâre not foolinâ me .â â Youâre not as bad as everyone says you are . â â Anyone ever tell you you got a big fuckinâ mouth ? â â Whatever . Iâm too out of it to get into it . â â We all have our parts to play . â â You canât change the past . â â ____ , Iâm gonna break your fucking face . â â Iâve heard stories about you . â â In some tiny little bottled up way , deep inside ⌠you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong . ( Because it gives you an excuse to just ⌠stop pretending ) . â â Life is easier with friends . â â Well Iâd appreciate it if youâd fuck off . â â But no , hateâs the wrong word . They fear you more than anything . â â I know you like this whole â lone wolf â thing you got going for yourself . â â I wish I could have seen it. â â Iâll see you around . â â You almost looked peaceful . Except youâre lying in a dirty alley . â â Just ⌠try not to be like ( yourself ) âŚÂ â â Pardon the intrusion . I wasnât aware this was a munchkinâs house .â â I didnât realize you were the bitch of the bitch . â â Hey , what are your plans now ? â â Iâm not yours to lose ! â â Blah blah ⌠blah blah blah . â â Are you saying you need a friend right now ? You can trust me . â â People are scared of you . I mean , look at your hands . â â You looked like when you take an action figure and bend itâs limbs the wrong way . â â But at the end of the day Iâm still the bad guy . â â Everything used to be so simple ⌠we had a beginning , a middle , & an end . â â When we suffer , we do it in silence . â â You should worry about your own fucking situation . â â Iâve made mistakes . â â You do what you want ⌠you always do what you want . â â Iâm glad youâre not dead . â â We need to do things the right way ! â â Youâll pray to any god whoâll listen that your mother never shit you into this fucking world .â â Wait a minute ⌠someoneâs watching . â â I know itâs dangerous , but Iâm not helpless . I can take care of myself . â â Not now , not now , shhhh , the grown ups are talking. . â â Out of my way ! Iâll show you how itâs done ! â â Do you want the Big Bad Wolf to take you away ? â â That was about 8 on the asshole scale âŚÂ â â Cut the bullshit & quit wasting my time . â â This was really the wrong day to try & pull this shit ! â â Youâre a monster ! A fucking monster ! â â You understand wanting to protect what you care about , donât you ? Youâd do anything . â
Hey guys! This month Iâm celebrating three things:
My first year on Tumblr as an active part of the RP Community on this blog,Â
I reached a milestone on this blog [Molly Graham] and
The return of my first original character.
So, to show you all my appreciation and love after almost twelve months (ohmygod Iâm excited, okay?), I decided to make a small giveaway  before  I  am  going to make a follow forever next month (hopefully).
Rules: You know how it works:
You obviously should be following in any of my three blogs.
Reblogs and likes will both count.Â
Iâd prefer if only roleplay blogs participate, but fandom blogs may as well.
Please do not follow for the giveaway only and unfollow after.
Giveaway ends June 4th, 9 pm (EST). The winners will be published the day after.
Prizes:Â *will depend on the content available.Â
1st. Place: 50-70 icons + 20-30 gif-icons
2nd. Place: 40-50 icons + 15-20 gif-icons
3rd. Place: 30 icons + 10-15Â gif-icons
4th and 5th: 25 icons + 10Â gif-icons
Good luck, guys! Ă
Examples: Â
[[Bed. Tomorrows the last day for my class so I'll be on a lot more from this point on. Have a wonderful Wednesday!]]
Scars speak more loudly than the sword that caused them.
Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found in Accra (via wordsnquotes)
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Just to let you know... I love your work! Really, your descriptive writing is perfect. It reads just like the haunting magic realism of the show.
Quick Update!
[[While it has been a while, I do want to confirm that I will be returning sometime this month! Sorry for the delay and can't wait to start rping in earnest!]]
Hannibal 2nd Anniversary: Will Graham I canât believe how much the show progressed, we went from âSomeone please save Will Graham(not you Hannibal)â to âHoly Shit Dark!Will!â
Porches et bière || teacupwilliam
Beverlyâs head snapped around at the whistle, eyes following the direction the dogs had taken off in. She watched with a broad smile, it was nice to see Will in his own enviroment, it was rare to see him at such ease given the details of their work.Â
âDefinitelyâ She answered, leaning against the railing and crossing her arms, the smile still present. âCan I take that smile to mean youâve gotten a headstart?â she teased, raising her chin in his direction.
âYour investigative skills strike the truth.â Sarcasm didnât harmonize well with his coarse tones. For the lacking emphasis, he made up with a muted grin, frayed about the edges. It had been a while since he had worn one with such enthusiasm. âYouâre a.. detective, right?âÂ
Climbing the steps with overt precarious footfalls, Grahamâs expression fell back into itâs comfortable frown. An ordinary, and familiar vacancy filling out the enormity of his face. âThanks for coming out here, Beverly.â Voice adopting his routine stiff cadence during business hours, for a moment, it nearly felt as if they were looking at each other across a body bag. âThe drive can be truly.. formidable.âÂ
Chin dropping, mouth taught, he peered at her beneath hooded eyes, their distance being not ten feet, he understood her eyes were not impervious to his change. Heart sunken, nostalgia claimed him as a premature victim as Graham lapsed into a foreboding thought: these moments, although dramatically sedated and event-less, were short-lived. Their expiration date, unseen, was, nonetheless inevitable. As a man of thirty-eight, he had been at the will of the inescapable ticking of a clock, and while undaunted by its sound, it effected him regardless of his care. On his face, there sprouted new wrinkles and fresh worries, more scars to carry, like cheap gas-station souvenirs. He felt cheap-- like nothing had changed over the short course of time, and yet, he desired to act as if something had.Â
And something had. There was no point to acting the opposite. âWant a drink?â