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hello everyone, i lied : abigail is being moved back to @trueblu3 for the time being!

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hello everyone, i lied : abigail is being moved back to @trueblu3 for the time being!

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just fyi y'all i'm a graduate student with 2 internships and a job and my classes so i'm sorry for not being active it's just a lot right now :)

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i think the concept of abigail having been "dead the whole time" is so interesting because she didn't HAVE to be. there were ways to avoid this, thinking about jackie from y.ellowjackets: she was never going to live, but abigail... she could have if they would've just left her alone.

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THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE SHADOWS IN THE CORNER OF YOUR ROOM. A DARK HEART IS BEATING AND WAITING FOR YOU . . . KANSAS REDBONE an original HORROR character by SYD. inspiration drawn from the wtnv podcast, quantum leap, ghost files, x - files + more.

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YOU POOR THING...   SWEET,   MOURNING LAMB.   THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO:   IT'S ALREADY BEEN DONE.

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KACEY ROHL as ABIGAIL HOBBS HANNIBAL (2013–2015) dir. Bryan Fuller

Abigail Hobbs is a central figure of Hannibal’s first season, and her presence haunts the text (literally and symbolically) thereafter. Abigail is initially introduced as a traumatized girl whose throat, in the pilot, is slashed by her serial-killer father (an attack from which she recovers). She brings out paternal feelings in Hannibal and Will, yet as the season progresses, she kills a man (impulsively, but in self-defense) and reveals that she served as a procurer for her father, luring adolescent female victims to him. She is smart, socially alienated, suspicious, reserved, and plagued with worry that her father’s hunter/killer training (whether organically or through socialization) has made her a monster too. Abigail’s social deviance as, at once, a trauma survivor and a killer.

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quick reminder too that my verses that mention abigail and h.annibal are affiliated with @comunita <3 i can write in any other version of canon and that does not have to be what we write if you write h.annibal or a.lana or w.ill, etc.

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PHOEBE BRIDGERS MULTIPLE ALBUM LYRIC PROMPTS

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!    ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

why would somebody do this on purpose?

i wanted to go, but i didn’t.

we talk until we think we might just kill ourselves.

you were screaming at the evangelicals.

swore i could feel you through the walls.

i had to carry you.

i’m hungry for blood.

somebody better be dying.

now i can’t breathe, and i can’t sleep.

i feel something when i see you now.

anyway, don’t be a stranger.

i hate living by the hospital.

you must’ve been looking for me.

if it meant i would see you when i die.

all the skeletons you hide…

it must be something in the water.

will you have me, or watch me fall?

remember getting the truck fixed?

i know there’s something waiting for us.

i don’t know what i want.

you’re a vampire.

i can’t open my mouth and forget how to talk.

always surprised by what i do for love.

we can be anything.

please don’t hold me to it.

i only went one time.

the end is here.

and what about the band?

show me yours, i’ll show you mine.

i know he needs you, you’re all that he sees.

be whatever you want.

i scared you in your house.

i want to live at the holiday inn.

i guess it’s too late to change it now.

i’m thinking out loud.

tell me what you’ll do, please.

one of your eyes is always half-shut.

i’m singing at a funeral tomorrow.

i’ve been talking to his dad, it makes me so sad…

somebody roll the windows down.

i’ve got a good feeling.

i would do anything for you.

i’ll be whatever you want.

i don’t need you to tell me what that means.

i asked him nicely once to pack his things and go.

something happened when you were a kid.

there’s a last time for everything.

i couldn’t take it any longer, and i lost control.

it’s amazing to me how much you can say.

i didn’t know you then and i’ll never understand.

do you feel ashamed?

i went with you up to the place you grew up in.

there’s something i’m supposed to say.

i swear i’m not angry, that’s just my face.

you, you must’ve been looking for me.

no, i’m not afraid of hard work.

you got me good, i knew you would.

you know the killer doesn’t understand.

i wish that i could say the same.

if i fix you, will you hate me?

i miss you like a little kid.

i could scream to drown you out.

next time i see you, you’ll show me.

he is a fine new addition, so young and so clean.

always have and i always will.

i’m at the movies, i don’t remember what i’m seeing.

i’m tired of trying to get in the house.

wouldn’t know where to start.

i want to believe.

i’m losing all my hair.

it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship.

everyone knows you’re the way to my heart.

i even scared myself by talking.

i’m on the outside looking through.

i’m standing too close.

sorry that it all went down like it did.

last night, i blacked out in my car.

i’m gonna kill you.

he came up through the water without a sound.

you get a few points for trying.

i can count on you to tell me the truth.

i’ve never seen you smiling so big.

he got me good, i knew he would.

i’m always pushing you away from me.

he missed my heart.

i grew up here, until it all went up in flames.

i want to go home.

they dragged me off to jail, set a million dollar bail.

i will always be right here.

there’s no place like my room.

i don’t wanna be alone.

i wanted to see the world.

but i asked him one more time, this time pulled out my shiv.

was hoping you would let it go, and you did.

the drug stores are open all night.

no, it’s not important, they’re just pretty words.

that’s quite a list, but there’s one thing you missed.

it’s gonna be just like my recurring dream.

i’m a liar.

i get this feeling whenever i feel good.

i’ll stay out of my own hell.

for generations, they’ll romance us, make us more.

that’s just how i feel.

i buried a hatchet, it’s coming up lavender.

i turned around, there was nothing there.

from the window, it’s not a bad show.

not even the burnouts are out here anymore.

i hardly feel anything at all.

so i gotta go—i know, i know, i know…

you were still in the ambulance.

you always say that you’d prefer to drown.

i’m amazed that you’re alright.

when i’m lonely, that’s when i’ll burn it.

if you find me, will you know me?

they were screaming right back from what i remember.

i’ve been running around in circles.

i've been playing dead.

i’m sleeping in my bed again, and getting in my head.

they make you live in the past.

i can hardly feel anything.

i woke up in my childhood bed.

a feeling of relief came over my soul.

i want to know what would happen.

you’re gonna drown in your sleep for sure.

he never lies or picks up his phone.

you’re holding me like water in your hands.

after a while you went quiet.

no, i’m not afraid to disappear.

you must’ve been looking for me.

i would give you the moon.

i have this dream where i’m screaming underwater.

they killed a fan down by the stadium.

i want to be wrong.

when i think too much about it i can’t breathe.

i can’t sleep and i miss your face.

they strapped me in the gurney, took me off to the infirmary.

i’ll find a new place to be from.

i hate you for what you did.

that makes me feel old.

he got me in the shins, and he got me in the arms.

i’m gonna chase it.

all of our problems? i’m gonna solve them.

i’m stupid in love.

i guess the end is here.

i won’t be home with you tonight.

underneath her whimpering, i could hear the sirens sound.

fell on hard times a year ago.

sometimes i think i’m a killer.

we can be anything.

there is no distraction that can make me disappear.

i dreamt that he drowned.

when he gets older, he might be the one.

she can do anything she wants to.

i’m pretty sure i’d miss you.

either way, we’re not alone.

you don’t have to know that it’s haunted.

you know i hate to be alone.

guess i lied.

wouldn’t know when to stop.

i think when you’re gone, it’s forever.

i’ll be glad that i made it out.

either i’m careless or i wanna get caught.

i hope you kiss my rotten head.

it’s 4 a.m. again.

we found our way out.

he missed my heart.

we have the same face.

hear so many stories of you at the bar.

all the bad dreams that you hide…

he’s half the man and you’re twice as tall.

i don’t forgive you.

if i breathe you, will it kill me?

man, i hate this part of texas.

you know i’m never gonna let you have it.

and i changed my mind.

he might be the one.

it’s for the best.

you had to go, i know.

i’m too tired.

tell me what you wanna do to me.

i faked it every time.

you missed my heart.

you were in a band when i was born.

i have everything i wanted.

i’m not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado.

i don’t believe in that stuff anymore.

jesus christ, i’m so blue all the time.

saw him in the kitchen, hanging up the phone.

i feel something when i see you.

there’s nothing i can do.

i am sick of the chase.

you are somebody’s baby.

i hate your mom.

i got mean.

it’ll be the last time.

i would do anything you want me to.

but right now, it feels good not to stand.

i love a good place to hide in plain sight.

i will try to drown you out.

take a dirty picture, babe.

it’s sad that his baby died.

i’m doing nothing.

why do you sing with an english accent?

i get everything i want.

i look at the sky and i feel nothing.

when you touch down, i’ll be waving.

now i’m too tired to go to sleep.

i feel like i know you?

i hate it when she opens her mouth.

it’s just a matter of time before i’m hearing things.

call me when you land.

would you fuck this and let us fall?

they still got pay phones…

you might be dying.

i’m a bad liar.

you wrote me a letter.

i’ve given all my love.

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" i prefer the term realist. "   finger tips graze over the tan folder that sits closed before you.   you won't admit it,   but you're grateful for the distraction:   these little moments of paperwork have their grace,   a grounding exercise of some sort to remember the character you're playing.   she is you   & you are her,   in some aspects   &   not others.   the stolen loneliness in a personable,   team based career are the key to continuing your smooth story telling...   yet sometimes you're grateful for the character building to end,   &   the performance to begin.

" oh...   fantastic. "   sarcasm drips from your tongue,   it's a good barrier,   you've learned,   to vulnerability.   you just play it off like it's who you genuinely are.   " i will give them one thing...   cults do seem to be the only thing that can genuinely surprise me these days. "   you shrug.   " did you happen to get anymore info?  ��i like to be pre prepared for the prep meeting if you know what i mean. "

      𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝,   𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞   𝐚𝐢𝐫   𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐭   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤   like   a   friend   kissing   either   cheek.   juno   twirls   the   wooden   pencil   she’d   swiped   from   one   of   their   desks   in   between   her   fingers,   leaping   over   and   under   each   knuckle   like   she’s   threading   yarn.   now,   she   doesn’t   know   allison   all   that   well   〔   guiltily,   profiling   her   in   the   QUIETER   moments   of   the   bureau   when   no   one   is   looking   〕   but   juno   would   be   lying   if   she   said   the   way   they   spoke   to   each   other   wasn’t   all   that   familiar.   as   if   they   were   picking   up   a   conversation   they’d   left   open,   however   long   ago.   allison   was   smart,   determined   ---   all   integral   qualities   for   someone   who   desired   to   make   it   in   this   arena.   they   were   only   a   few   years   apart   in   age,   but   already,   juno   felt   a   binding   responsibility   to   her:   to   look   after   her.   “   hey,   that’s   awful   cynical   of   you.   ”   the   pink   end   of   the   pencil   tapping   against   the   ledge   of   the   table.   

      a   questioning   brow   rising,   because   juno   did   not   kiss   &   tell.   “   there’s   little   that   surprises   me,   these   days.   ”   inspecting   the   tip   of   her   nails   as   if   there   are   tiny   secrets   to   be   hidden   underneath   them   and   she   must   decode   them   before   time   slips   from   her.   “   NO,   not   hotch.   i   caught   a   peak   at   the   file   on   jj’s   desk   and   well   .   .   .   ”   nothing   was   certain,   not   in   this   moment,   and   surely,   it   is   just   one   file   out   of   a   million   juno   had   caught   sight   of.   she   shrugs,   mouthing   the   possibility   anyway,   “   we   might   have   another   cult   on   our   hands.   ”

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" YOU ONLY FEEL IT WHEN IT'S LOST.   GETTING THROUGH STILL HAS ITS COSTS. "

your finger nails have been picked down as far as they can go prior to blood spilling,   &   yet you sit here still continuously digging at the skin surrounding them.   it saves you from having to maintain eye contact with @stagstalked,   an awkward thing for two reasons.   firstly,   he's right:   you only felt the resentment towards your father now that he's gone,   prior,   you played the game   &   went so far to convince yourself that this was okay,   it was fine because you had to live-   if you acted how you truly felt around him,   you're sure you would not be here today   (   the thought sends a pulse to your neck,   an itch that's begging to be scratched underneath your pink   &   risen scar   ).   secondly,   you cannot bear to look at him.   what can you say?   there aren't enough words,   or any,   that could truthfully hold   &   contain your feelings towards him.   thank you?   no,   you think you'd be better off dead   (   you deserve it   ).   i hate you?   no,   that's too simple,   you don't hate him as one does a person.   there are no words.   you continue to pick at your nails.   " i'm tired of just getting through...   it feels like every day i'm just getting through. "   what would it take to live again?

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what are her thoughts on the future?

@carvedeeper also asked:   what did abigail see in her future BEFORE her father became the minnesota shrike?   how did that change over the course of the series?

abigail was always extremely intelligent,   however this nature was never nurtured in her home or her town.   minnesota is not known for their educational abilities,   &   abigail did not mind simply blending in with the rest of the cliché high school crowd.   she wanted to go to college if for nothing more than to gain independence.   it was hard to figure out exactly what she wanted to do because she didn't know exactly who she was.   abigail worked one day,   at most one week,   at a time.   had everything gone normally,   had her father not been her father,   she probably would have gone to college   &   studied english,   eventually ending up as either a college professor or a secretary at a local business.   she most likely would've ended up returning to or staying in her home town.

this ultimate confusion about identity   &   thus the future only became worse when her father did what he did.   she took a gap year between college   &   high school because he pleaded with her to.   he expressed,   blatantly,   that he couldn't lose her   &   if she left then he would have lost her   &   would have had to find her   /   keep her forever.   following everything she went through,   abigail's plans,   as little as they may have seemed,   were gashed.   she had thought about potentially going into the behavioral science field,   following in the steps of al.ana bloom,   however she realized how improbable this was.

eventually,   following the events of season 1,   abigail got back into literature   &   writing her own stories.   she ends up publishing under a pseudonym   &   her books gain attention   /   critical praise.   where she is at this point,   a writer   (   aldona lutkute   ),   &   with everything that she has gone through,   she's theoretically back in her old ways.   she views the future not as a promise,   but a probability,   &   each day she has to account for where she's at,   who is around her,   what threats are posed to her safety   &   health,   &   so on.   in high school,   she couldn't see her future,   not clearly,   &   focused on the days at hand.   she's the same way now,   it's hard to see your future when more than three times you've seen it nearly get taken away.   the future,   as she knows,   is not a promise.

some people in her position would look to the future as a gift:   it's great to be alive kind of ordeal.   abigail is not that optimistic,   &   does not want to get attached to a future.   this also does not help her personal relationships   &   she can sometimes be difficult to crack open   /   bond with.   to think about it in a few ways:   her mother was taken from her,   her father,   marissa,   will,   h.annibal   (   to some extent he comes back to her in me   &   @comunita's interpretation of the books   /   show,   however there is a period of time where she does not trust h.annibal to any extent,   &   does not feel she can rely on him for survival as she so had   ).   she literally has no one,   &   to bring people in is to put them at risk   &   thus,   she tries not to see a future with anyone.   it is simply easier that way.

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Eva Green in Liaison (Apple TV+ feb 24 2023)

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" IN GENERAL,   IT'S BETTER TO LISTEN THAN TO SPEAK. "

if there is one thing you know to be true:   it is the words coming from @reiiids mouth.   you had learned,   years ago after your father...   that to listen,   to see,   to observe,   was the best thing you could do for yourself.   in theory:   you have lived three lives,   maybe four if you cut down to the details of who you've been,   or who you're trying to be.   in each of these lives,   lied different stakes,   different games you had to play to try   &   fit into each role that was designated for you   (   not by you   ).   " of course. "   those lessons gave you something you hold dearly,   something your new coworkers admire without question   (   you could not answer where you learned such good listening skills,   such great observations   &   the ability to pick apart any case   &   build the profile back up with little 'experience' before now   ).   " isn't that the whole point of our job? "   a brow raises,   teasing,   as if his point were obvious.   " imagine how little we'd get done if we just talked over everyone all the time. "