#AND my boyfrand :3

[mudkipt]

chu <3

[smittyplus]

FUCK YEAH BABY PURGE SEASON 2 FUCK BABY FUCK PURGE SEASON 2!!! FUCK

kryoz design by my boyfrand <3 (and yes, feel free to draw him!!)

[steal-this-album]

🩷 🤍 🩷 !! 💚 x 💚 !! 🩵 🤍 🩵

STIMBOARD FOR HOW MY BRAIN FEELS WHEN I TALK TO MY BOYFRAND @fwob 💥💥💥 HAPPY YURI DAY

ID 1: a person squeezing and poking pink and blue cloud slime in a cup. It looks like a cupcake with sprinkles and a cherry on top.

ID 2: a person squeezing a handful of clear slime with tiny pastel beads in the center.

ID 3: a person squeezing a small clay figure in the shape of a red Among Us crewmate. There are other multicolored Among Us figures in the background.

ID 4: a person strongly squeezing a yellow clay apple. There are two red apples in the background.

ID 5: a small hamster with large black eyes looking at the camera against a white background.

ID 6: a person poking and pulling a cup of bright green cloud slime with small lime sprinkles, glitter, and a small jelly ice cube on top.

ID 7: a person showing how the light shines on their acrylic opalescent nails.

ID 8: a person poking at glittery light blue translucent slime with a few small clay clouds on top.

ID 9: dozens of fish swimming in an aquarium.

[tghtr]

6 10 11 21 23

6. say three nice things about yourself (3 physical 3 non physical)

um well i have nice hair and eyes and i am very pretty all the time. non physical i am funny i am brave i am so niceys all the time.

10. What’s something you’re excited for?

when we were young fest… i get to see Gerard way in real imgoing to throw up

11. What’s your ideal date?

honestly a sleep date. me and my boyfrand under a warm blankie just sleeping in each others arms…ahh <- wistful sigh

21. If you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

GET OFF OF GOOGLE+ NEOW

23. Favorite piece of clothing?

I have a pixies sweatshirt that’s like 2x my size i lauve it so much

[dramaticskeleton]

Putting Thoughts To Paper Since I Am Alone For The First Time Since Moving In Together And I'm Staving Off The Depression and Anxiety

I never realized that I am such a creature of habit until now. I always thought I was a Go-With-The-Flow person, who said "It is what it is" and adapted. But the truth is, I am not. Not even remotely. When my routine gets messed up, if something happens to upset my normal rhythm of my normal day, I get very emotion - either very sad, very angry, or somewhere in between. The worst part is, I never know I have a routine with something until it gets upset! Me leaving work an hour or so late and other days leaving on time is NOT a mess up of my routine. My work routine is literally "I will be home late and pleasantly surprised if I am home on time." But the morning of work, getting ready with you, making breakfast (or attempting to), getting our clothes from ALLLLLL the way UPSTAIRS?!! Those are all part of my routine. Coming home with my plethora of stories to tell you is part of my routine. Even before we moved in together, calling you at the end of the day was part of my routine. And if any of that gets altered or ruined, I am not a happy panda.

I've developed a new routine with you where I call you when I'm leaving work, tell you when I'm getting home, then send you the exact time and picture of me and the house when I get home, exactly when I said I was going to. And then coming upstairs, saying bOYFraND! And asking if you saw the picture - which you normally don't because you are too busy either playing your video games or hiding around the corner, waiting to scare me. All of that is part of this new routine that I have come to love and enjoy, even in the short amount of time that it has developed. So coming home tonight, knowing I wouldn't get to do any of that was... so horribly depressing. I came home to an empty house. Kittens asking for food. Silence other than the water fountain and faucet in the bathroom. No tentative questioning of "Girlfrand?" with the knowledge that it is, in fact, me, but also with mild concern that somebody may have broken in and you have to make sure it's me before coming to see me and give me hugs (because it would be super embarrassing if you went to hug and kiss a stranger). Washing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, making dinner (made healthy ramen and salmon patties instead of getting chipotle and spending monies) was reminiscent of pre-moving-in days and I. Am. Displeased.

You.

You have become my routine. Your smile, your laughter. Your warm, tight hugs. The gentle but firm forehead kisses reminding me that you love me and adore me and are glad to see me home all in one swift motion.

I've started talking to you on video chat and I wanted to keep typing while talking, but I just love looking at your face and engaging with you that I couldn't. Just hung up and I already miss the sound of your voice. I'm sad and not really excited to go to bed, where I will be lying alone, without you around me. I know it's only for the night but I hate all of this :(

But I should also head to bed, or at least lie in the couch-bed and relax a little bit. Finishing the night with "Necrophiliac, murderous, seal raping otters." <3

[defiantbird]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in the notifications!

Oh neat

1. Boyfrand

2. My dog

3. Sushi

4. Space (like outer, but personal is also good)

5. Weird books

[madokairl]

I GOT TAGGEDZ BY @da1fuku :3!!! THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME FELLOW MEGUCA FAN!!!!!!! <3

Rules:rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better!

Name: alaina : D

Nickname: allie / madoka 

Zodiac sign: leo :p

Height: 5′1 >.<

Languages: engliszh

Nationality: american

Fav season: fall cuz i luv da leavez and wearing sweaterz and hoodiez and cuddlin wit my boyfrand :3

Fav song: rn? i thinkz its either what do they know or straight 2 video by msi >:3

Fav scent: I LUVVVV tha way kevin smellz but i also luv the smell of fresh linen or vanilla idk i also REALLY LIEK DA SMELL OF GASOLINE DONT JUDGE MEH -.-

Fav color: PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EHEHE

Fav animal: dogz :3

Fav fictional character: guess. guess hwo it is.

Coffee, tea, or hit chocolate: hot chocolate i liek coffee sumtimez but i think tea IS FUCKING DISGUSTING I HAET IT

Average sleep hours: uhmhggg liek.................................4-5? HRHEGH

Cat or dog person: DOG PERSZON i luv my cats but i luv  my dog so much more i luv dogz so much they make me rally happy :D

Dream trip: idk :p id liek to visit japan maybe? im pretty content where i am ehehe

Number of blankets you sleep with: 2 :L

Blog established: idk i dont care 2 check :p

Following/followers: UHMM idk / 140

I UHM.......................DONT RLY KNOW WHO TO TAG SO IM JUSZT GANNA TAG MY BEST FREND AND LEAF IT AT DAT >.< IDK MANY PPL ON HERE HEH

@oncelerblo0dz DO THISZ MEME WHRORE

[maxineswritingcenter]

Take it on the Run- Dean Winchester x reader part 4

Read part 3 here!

Warnings: None? Language maybe?

Summary: After a month long, whirl-wind romance with the new guy in town (Dean), he ghosts, as if he never existed. You are devastated, eating plenty of ice cream, your friend decides to take you out for drinks and karaoke. Maybe something happens who knows  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Four Days Later - Dean's Point of View

I sat with my back against the headboard of a motel bed. The beer bottle was slack in my fingers as I did what I had done since I'd gotten there. Drink. Bottle after bottle. My grip tightened as anger rushed through me. I pulled the bottle to my mouth and knocked back the remaining drops in it. It was the last bottle. I doubted Sammy would go out and feed into this.

'Its my own damn fault,' I thought to myself. I was full of self-hatred and malice for what I did. I kept thinking over and over how I could have done things differently. How I could have changed it. It all came to a heart crushing reality when I looked down at the necklace in my other hand. It was (Y/N)'s. The story was (Y/N) had found it after a tornado ripped through the town some odd years ago. It was in the wreckage by an old cider mill. It was old then. But the pendant on the chain shined so brightly that rescuers were able to find a family trapped in their cellar underneath rock and rumble. (Y/N) said it was a sign of hope. Said I could use some hope.

- Four Days Earlier-

I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this again. But I have to go. I have to keep (Y/N) safe. I was packing my bag of clothes and other essentials in the motel when the door opened. My whole body went stiff. Like I could hear (Y/N)'s heart breaking.

"What the hell is this, Dean?" (Y/N) didn't sound mad, didn't sound happy either. Almost scared. I closed my eyes and turned to face the person that loved me. Me, the most dangerous son of a bitch alive. And was I ever a son of a bitch now. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't meet the person standing across from me.

"It's-" I began to explain. I didn't know how I could explain this away.

"It's not what it looks like?" (Y/N) finished my sentence for me, tears falling on a face that was turning red, "Well then tell me, Dean. Tell me what it doesn't look like. Tell me you're not leaving again."

I knew I couldn't say a word. Not a goddamn word. Because that face said it all. Everything I feared. Everything I knew I was doing in the name of keeping (Y/N) safe. But was this all worth it. Lying, leaving, again?

(Y/N) came closer to me and shoved my shoulder, "Go on! Tell me! You sick son of a bitch, tell me!"

"Oh yeah?" I shouted back, "And what would you like me to say? Sam found a case, I have to go." I zipped up my bag.

"I want you to tell me that you were going to leave again like some goddamn magic act! I want you to tell me that if I would have come ten minutes later you would be gone!" (Y/N) grabbed my phone that was on the nightstand next to the motel bed, "I want you to tell me that if I would have called this phone I wouldn't get an answer because it would be disconnected again..." The voice that was once so strong slowly turned into a whisper, a sob ending the sentence and made my stomach create knots.

"You said you loved me..." It wasn't a question for me. But it deserved an answer. I wanted to stop all of this. To drop everything and apologize and live in this rinky dink town for the rest of my life. But I couldn't. Life wouldn't allow that. But I didn't. And it was something I was going to regret. I grabbed my bag and walked out, grabbing the phone on the way out.

"Dean!" (Y/N) called, following me out the door of the now empty motel room. I got into the driver's side of the Impala and tossed my bag into the back seat.

"Dean, please!" (Y/N)'s voiced was wracked with sobs. Little hiccups forming between breaths. I started the car and pulled out of the parking on and began to drive away.

"DEAN!" I heard the faint shout as I pulled away. I looking into the dash mirror and watched (Y/M)'s figure disappear as I drove further and further away.

-

HEY! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!" I was jolted forward by the loud banging and shouting coming from the door. I would have thought some crazy neighbors but the voice sounded all too familiar. I opened the door and was shoved aside by a very frazzled looking (Y/F/N) with a ball of grey and brown trotting behind them on a red lead.

"I told you I'd find you. Now where is (Y/N)?" They said, looking around, "You can come out now!"

"What? What do you mean?" I asked, my head still foggy from my bender.

(Y/F/N) scoffed, hands on their hips, "Don't act stupid with me, Dean. I called, I texted, I went to the motel, the apartment, the office, the diner, the bar, nothing. So I will ask again, where the hell is (Y/N)?" I looked from (Y/F/N) to the ball of fluff on the floor. This cat, Fuzzybritches, was said to be wise. And her little beady eyes seemed to be staring into my soul. It was then that the full gravity of what they said hit me.

"You can't find (Y/N)?" I asked.

"Um. Yeah. Duh, have you been listening to anything I've been saying?" They sat on a chair by the window, Fuzzybritches jumping nimbly on their lap.

"(Y/F/N), (Y/N)'s not here..." I said slowly, not even seeming true to myself.

"Oh my God..." Their voice started as a whisper but got higher, "Oh my God, oh my God? Oh Jesus, (Y/N)'s been kidnapped! Oh God people started going missing again after you left, I should have been there!"

Just as I was about to ask to clarify, Sam walked in, looking over the situation, especially the cat.

"We have a problem." He said.

-

"My best friend has been kidnapped and probably going to end up dead because I assumed you were the answer!" They vaguely pointed toward me.

"How long has (Y/N) been gone?" Sam asked, handing them a glass of water.

"Last text I got was four days ago. The night you left. Again." They paused, then sighed, "I got a text saying: With Dean, TTYL. But I just thought it was really strange since (Y/N) doesn't usually use text lingo. But I figured everything was fine." I looked at Sam who was thinking the same thing I was. There were two of them. And this time it was personal it seemed.

Sam got up, patting (Y/F/N) on the back, "Thank you."

"For what? What the hell is going on?" They asked, holding the cat close.

I put my hands on either of their shoulders, looking them straight in the eye, "We're going to go. Stay here. Do not leave this room. I need you to trust me." I watched them nod, "And do not open that door unless we have (Y/N) with us. Nobody. Not even me."

"Okay..." They squeaked out. I grabbed the keys and left the room, making sure it was locked behind me. Sam and I started on the road.

"Got the silver?" I asked, gripping onto the wheel.

"Yeah." He answered, looking at the necklace still tightly held in my hand.

-

Four Days Earlier - (Y/N)

I decided to eat away my sorrows at the diner, but only settled on coffee. I didn't see Darlene inside so I could avoid the topic for a little while at least. Maybe I would just never come here again. I would avoid this diner and all of its employees for the rest of my natural life. I told him everything. My deepest thoughts and feelings. Parts of my life that my own parents didn't even know about. I was a fool. I was an idiot. (Y/F/N) was right. I shouldn't have rushed back into it. But God was it hard when his eyes sparkles in that special way when he told me he loved me. But then I remembered back to my first thoughts about him. He had given that look to plenty of women before. He had probably given that love speech to plenty of women before. I sighed and looked around. It was just about closing time here. The evening waitress was sweeping away. She stopped by my table, giving me a small smile.

"We're closing, sweetie. Do you want me to call someone for you?" She was just being nice. She could probably feel just the utter sadness pouring out of my pores at this point.

"No, thank you though." I left ten dollars on the counter, more than enough for the single coffee I had. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and walked out. Summer was ending, bringing the cold weather that was just as frigid as my heart and soul felt. I walked around the corner to the side parking lot where I had parked when I stopped. Darlene's blonde curls shined in the flickering light of the lamp post. She turned to face me as I approached, a strange golden glare in her eyes. But it was probably the light plying tricks.

"Aw there you are, darlin!" She said, her accent seemed a lot more twangy than usual.

"I heard through the grapevine 'bout yer boyfrand. How 'bout I drive ya home? You jus' look so tired." She asked.

I shook my head, looking down as I unlocked my door with my keys.

"That's alright, Darlene. I can manage." As I unlocked the door I heard this wet and loud thud hit the pavement behind me. I looked in the reflection of the mirror and no longer saw Darlene, but Dean.

"You sure about that, sweetheart?" He slammed down an object on my head, smashing my face into my window and forcing me to the ground where everything faded to black.

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Betcha didn't see that comin! Or maybe you did I don't know how predictable I am.

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[zombeesknees]

I went to the Oddities & Curiosities Expo in Chicago (actually Villa Park, but ya know) yesterday. Came home with the pictured plushy version of my cryptid boyfrand as well as a jackalope I’ve named Buster, a taxidermied mouse dressed like Wednesday Addams, earrings with actual honeybees inside them, a Medusa patch, and a bumper sticker that reads HALLOWEEN? It’s a way of life. I spent far too much money but I loved seeing all of the weirdness/coveted SO MANY THINGS I couldn’t bring home, and my companions had lots of fun, too, so it was a win on all levels.

(Now I just can’t spend any $$$/do anything for the next 1-3 months. So. But it was still worth it.)

[the-loveliest-lies]

ughhhhhhh mha gooooooooddddd

my boyfrand <3 <3 <3 he gonna beat up bad guys and save me uwu

[anytaintedcreature]

i am loving these daily headcanons, they are giving me LIFE.

Oh man 

I don’t think I’m all that good at headcanons but ask and you shall receive my friend

okay so because I just love your Partners fic I agree with you that Erik is definitely the one who gets more jealous of the two. He’s not the one in the spotlight, after all, so he’s gotta sit back and watch people adore the Luminary far too often, which is fine - I mean, he adores the Luminary too - but some people just adore him too much, let’s be honest. 

Not to mention the travesty that is the game forcing Gemma, come on she’s in the blasted thing for a whole hot second and doesn’t do shit  

 Anyway, as for Rowan and Erik in a somewhat canon since in my happy universe, I think the jealousy starts rearing its ugly head first in Gallopolis. It’s the first time Erik’s really had to sit back and share his attention since they met - even in Hotto when they help Veronica, it’s more of a ‘team effort, we’re in this together, I guess we’re going to help this salty girl’ kinda thing. But enter Faris and even Sylv to a point and you’ve suddenly got two new people competing for Rowan’s help and time with Erik as just a tag along, and I imagine he just doesn’t care for that shit at all.

I always figured a large part of why Erik didn’t take to Sylvando immediately is - aside from the fact that Sylv is a bit of a goof a times, or at least he plays that part - I think Erik sees him as the first real rival for Rowan’s attention in an admiration sense, as Veronica is smol and Serena’s just, well, Serena. Sylvando’s new, he’s bold and shiny and Erik was the cool guy toting Rowan around, and now this new chump’s showed up and he’s got a boat, and well. Erik’s feeling less shiny, bless him. 

((Also he can’t stand it when everyone else in the party goes on about how Gemma is just Yggdrasil’s gift to the universe and Rowan is #blessed to have her around, her hair is so blonde and perf, I think that shit makes Erik want to climb onto the nearest table and shout, “He’s gAY, DAMN YOU” to the heavens before promptly turning the color of a beet and retreating to the nearest crack in the floor.))

[girlfrandletters]

Putting Thoughts To Paper Since I Am Alone For The First Time Since Moving In Together And I'm Staving Off The Depression and Anxiety

I never realized that I am such a creature of habit until now. I always thought I was a Go-With-The-Flow person, who said "It is what it is" and adapted. But the truth is, I am not. Not even remotely. When my routine gets messed up, if something happens to upset my normal rhythm of my normal day, I get very emotion - either very sad, very angry, or somewhere in between. The worst part is, I never know I have a routine with something until it gets upset! Me leaving work an hour or so late and other days leaving on time is NOT a mess up of my routine. My work routine is literally "I will be home late and pleasantly surprised if I am home on time." But the morning of work, getting ready with you, making breakfast (or attempting to), getting our clothes from ALLLLLL the way UPSTAIRS?!! Those are all part of my routine. Coming home with my plethora of stories to tell you is part of my routine. Even before we moved in together, calling you at the end of the day was part of my routine. And if any of that gets altered or ruined, I am not a happy panda.

I've developed a new routine with you where I call you when I'm leaving work, tell you when I'm getting home, then send you the exact time and picture of me and the house when I get home, exactly when I said I was going to. And then coming upstairs, saying bOYFraND! And asking if you saw the picture - which you normally don't because you are too busy either playing your video games or hiding around the corner, waiting to scare me. All of that is part of this new routine that I have come to love and enjoy, even in the short amount of time that it has developed. So coming home tonight, knowing I wouldn't get to do any of that was... so horribly depressing. I came home to an empty house. Kittens asking for food. Silence other than the water fountain and faucet in the bathroom. No tentative questioning of "Girlfrand?" with the knowledge that it is, in fact, me, but also with mild concern that somebody may have broken in and you have to make sure it's me before coming to see me and give me hugs (because it would be super embarrassing if you went to hug and kiss a stranger). Washing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, making dinner (made healthy ramen and salmon patties instead of getting chipotle and spending monies) was reminiscent of pre-moving-in days and I. Am. Displeased.

You.

You have become my routine. Your smile, your laughter. Your warm, tight hugs. The gentle but firm forehead kisses reminding me that you love me and adore me and are glad to see me home all in one swift motion.

I've started talking to you on video chat and I wanted to keep typing while talking, but I just love looking at your face and engaging with you that I couldn't. Just hung up and I already miss the sound of your voice. I'm sad and not really excited to go to bed, where I will be lying alone, without you around me. I know it's only for the night but I hate all of this :(

But I should also head to bed, or at least lie in the couch-bed and relax a little bit. Finishing the night with "Necrophiliac, murderous, seal raping otters." <3

~Girlfrand

[assassinregrets]

The first half of Season 3 of Hannibal is my favorite part. I love how dreamy everything is, the cinematography, and that Will and Hannibal get to go on a date in Europe

they are boyfrands

[wrenbee]

Getting to Know Me

Getting to Know Me

tagged by @galadrieljones and @thevikingwoman Thank you, lovelies <3

Rules are: answer the questions and tag ten people you want to know better.

name: Just call me Wren :)

gender: female

star sign: Gemini

height: 5′4″ ish

age: 25...26 next week *cries*

wallpaper on my phone: This beautiful art of Aura by @ladylike-foxes. I love it SO much!

house: If this is for Hogwarts house, then I have this idea that the sorting hat wouldn’t be sure if I should be a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw and I’d get to choose! Mwhahahaha! I’d choose Ravenclaw though. 

ever crush on a teacher: A super tiny one. My advisor when I thought I wanted to be a history major was really cute. He was the head of the History department, super tall and lanky, and he was French. *heart eyes*

coolest halloween costume: I’ve NEVER had a halloween costume I was happy with. Halloween is my favorite and I never have anything to do on Halloween. I usually end up home alone, drinking, and crying while I watch Rocky Horror. But there was one year I half-assed dressed up as Veronica from Heathers (post explosion) last minute to go to a “party” with my sister. The party was lame and no one there even knew what Heathers was. I would like to redo that one proper.  

Favorite 90’s tv show: With Gala on so many of these!! My So-Called Life, The X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer! I’ve watched/ am watching all of these long after they originally aired. I was a kid in the 90s, so I watched a lot of cartoons. My favorites were the weirdly animated ones like, Aaahh! Real Monsters and Rocko’s Modern Life.

last kiss: Boyfrand

have you ever been stood up: Nope.

favorite pair of shoes: Any that I can slip off easily lol I buy cheap shoes that only last a season. I never have them long enough to get attached to them. 

have you ever been to vegas: No, and honestly have no desire to. I’m not a huge fan of desert heat or gambling. 

favorite fruit: Changes with the season. Its fucking HOT right now and that means it is watermelon season here!

favorite book: SO I’ve recently discovered how much I like audiobooks. I listened to 6!!!! books this last month. Thats more than I’ve read in 3 years put together! But my FAVORITE was Circe by Madeline Miller. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. It’s everything I’ve always been interested in: witches, solitude, and men with scarred hands. I also really loved Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood. Both of these are definitely in my top favorites. Along with Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. 

stupidest thing you’ve ever done: Hmmm. Probably the time I did acid with my boyfriend and all of his guy friends, practically in the woods, at night, in the middle of a Louisiana summer. I never did acid again lol. 

all time favorite shows: Since I have commitment issues these are some favorites of the moment: WESTWORLD (please someone watch it and gush over Maeve with me PLS) Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, The X-Files. I also have loved Game of Thrones...but this last season was kind of a let down and I’m glad there is only one season left. 

last movie you saw in theaters: Labryrinth, but that’s an old movie. The last new movie I saw was The Isle of Dogs and it was so gooood!

skipping tags, anyone feel free to do this and tag me if you like!

[hyperfashionist]

Hannifashion January Challenge: 30 more days of Alana Bloom

Day 22: Naka-Choko - “That neither of you is the killer she's writing about, but together, you might be.”

@fannibalgrowingcircle

Strong meta under the cut. You have been warned.

See also The Suits Are People version.

$$$ Alana’s dress: “This Chiara Boni dress (Size 38) features a red, brown, and pearl print material with elbow length sleeves.” This is another dress replete with symbolism: red (really orange red) with a black (okay, brown) and white pattern; a snake print; AND a fire print. 

$$ My dress: orange, brown and pearl snakeprint faux wrap dress, Alexon via eBay. The colour is more saturated than it seems in the photo. It shows up better in The Suits Are People version.

Alana’s shoes: not seen, but probably her black suede evening pumps.

$$ My shoes: black suede pumps, M&S via eBay.

$$ Alana’s earrings: “Paired with the dress are Carolee earrings.”

$ My earrings: faux-topaz teardrop earrings, unbranded.

S2 running total Alana outfits: 23

of which unique outfits: 22

garments worn more than once: 5

of which, worn more than twice: 0

Running total wrap bodices: 9

of which dresses: 6

Wrap bodice percentage so far: 39%

of which dresses: 67%

wrap dresses as percentage of total: 26%

Running total trousers: 2

of which jeans: 1

trousers as percentage of total: 9%

Running total coats: 6

Running total footwear: 10

Running total bags: 2

Hannibal Auction catalog entry

Back to previous day

Forth to next day

Alea iacta est

Now, remember in S3, when they did the proactive interview with Freddie and Chilton, and Will put his hand on Chilton’s shoulder, and Bedelia said “you may as well have struck the match”?

Never mind that Chilton’s becoming dragon-bait was a foreseeable consequence of running that article, nor that the FBI did foresee it and did put him under guard pretty substantially. The cause and effect between Will’s gesture and Chilton’s injury is not only tenuous, but the exact same thing would have happened if Will hadn’t put his hand on Chilton’s shoulder.

And yet, it’s obvious to everyone that Will murdered Chilton. By putting his hand on Chilton’s shoulder. 

Okay, let’s assume arguendo that this is our standard for cause and effect on this show. 

Why is nobody saying, about Freddie’s “death” in S2, that Alana might as well have struck the match?

1. Alana doesn’t know - well, the premise of the conversation is that Alana thinks Hannigram actually could be killers, so no.

2. Alana is only trying to get a read on Hannigram in the moment, and isn’t thinking beyond that - okay, that’s more plausible. However. 

With a pattern, you can prove intent. (Legally, even.) Is there a pattern here? What dealings has Alana had with Freddie? It was partly Alana’s idea to get Freddie to print a proactive interview, to “tempt Gideon into revealing himself” back in Entree. In Mukozuke, she twigged immediately what Will was trying to do when he and Freddie did a proactive interview about the Admirer.

So now, Alana is running her mouth about how Freddie is about to do an exposé on the Murder Boyfrands, but somehow, she DOESN’T think that scooping Freddie on this big exposé will provoke Hannigram into taking Freddie out? 

In my opinion, that’s exactly what she thinks, and exactly what she wants. If Freddie disappears, the threat to Alana’s lifestyle disappears with her! Probably taking Will Graham, who is very obviously moving in on Alana’s boyfriend at this very dinner table, down with her. If Freddie goes, Alana’s life goes back to the way it’s supposed to be, with Hannibal to herself and - more importantly - her reputation undamaged.

3. But, Alana just doesn’t think about consequences in general, so she isn’t thinking about the consequences to Freddie of having this conversation. Also plausible. In fact, I think there’s a lot of truth to it.

I mean, Alana in the next episode *tells Hannibal she is carrying a gun* and is fixing to use it. And that is *another* conversation where the premise is that she thinks Hannibal - not just Hannigram! - might be a killer and she therefore might have to use the gun against him. And yet she doesn’t realize that when she leaves her purse there while she goes to the bathroom, Hannibal might mess with this gun that she has just threatened to use on him?

No, she really doesn’t! It’s as I said a couple of days ago, that Alana expects people to be static, and not to be self-aware, and therefore she expects that people will not act on new information.

Alana not realizing that people act on what they know, to the point where she becomes a danger to herself, is by far the strongest argument that she didn’t expect or intend for Freddie to be harmed as a result of this conversation.

4. HOWEVER. Alana isn’t mentally impaired, that we know of. So we can go by what she reasonably should have known. 

If you think someone might be the murderer, and a journalist tells you she’s doing an exposé on the murderer, and you tell the murderer what the journalist is going to do, is it foreseeable that the murderer might murder the journalist to eliminate the threat of exposure?

DUH. 

I’ll go further. Is it likely the journalist would have been murdered (at that point, at least) if you HADN’T blabbed to the murderer?

No. If Alana says nothing, Hannibal still has his eye on Freddie but he wouldn’t have attacked at that point, or possibly ever, if Alana hadn’t tipped him off.

5. tl;dr The simplest explanation is that Alana tipped Hannigram off because she wanted Hannibal to eliminate her as a threat, and probably incriminate Will in the process. This conversation, to me, is Alana’s Moral Event Horizon. 

Now - I could believe that Alana wasn’t prepared for the physical reality of Freddie’s getting actually murdered by, apparently, Will? With a side order of Hannibal? it’s hannibal isn’t it Kind of like a spectator, watching a suicidal person on a bridge, might chant “jump” but then be horrified when the person actually jumps. 

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