I Have Responsibilities Like Self Torment And Isolation

// *remembers*

Who rps Will Graham these days??

-laughs- "Bit off a little more than you could chew?"

-whistles- “Yeah, that is pretty bad. Christ, who did that number on you?”

Will had begun drinking at 8.  He’d left around 10.  So, about an hour he’d been out there, staring at the moon.  Well, in’t that some shit, he thought.

“If that’s what you call heavy.”  He tried to laugh, but he just sounded tired.  “Maybe.  Does a man always need a reason to drink?”

“It’s nearly 11:30, I was just about to head to bed myself when I spotted you outside.”  He watched Will drink, having not made himself a cup. He watched as Will’s adam’s apple moved with the hot fluid that ran down his throat, it made him feel at peace. 

“You’ve been drinking heavily.” Hannibal noted, “Any reason for the occasion?” 

[molls-to-the-wall]: hey hon, can you unload the dishwasher tonight? i've got a dog sleeping on my legs so i can't exactly move right now... thanks <3

OR you could just shove him off because I have work to do, Molly.  Important work.  Work that requires care and concentration, Molly.

These Days, (I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do)

@drhanniballecter

The gaps in Garrett Jacob Hobbs’s form draw his eye.  Phone number, no address.  Oh, you overdid it, my man, he thinks, too damn neat.  A neat and tidy sonofabitch— and you knew it, didn’t you?  He asks the woman at the desk to sign off on the files as he slips the form back into it’s folder and tucks it under his arm.  The phone number sticks blue to the back of his eyelids.

.....

one time i was having really bad cramps and i told will it was like being stabbed in the stomach by a sharp pointy knife.   he threw his hands in the air and shouted “HM I WONDER WHAT THAT WOULD FEEL LIKE?  BECAUSE I DEFINITELY DIDN’T HAVE MY GUTS RIPPED OPEN BY A SERIAL KILLER OR ANYTHING!” and stormed out of the room.

“I wonder what Freud would think of that.”  Will thought Freud would probably assume impotence.  He considered saying so, but bit his cheek instead.  “I used to dream of...well, everything.  No meaning, no recognizable scenario.  Just an endless blur.”

“Now I just dream of work.”

// remember that time i made a will blog for the express purpose of rp-ing with your hannibal and then i completely forgot about it? haha yeah... // [runsonfear]: "Dream analysis is a load of bull and you know that."

“Not entirely. It was Freud who really developed and popularized dream analysis, and while he was wrong about…most everything, we can still use some of what he preached. Analyzing dreams can help to uncover what may be lying at the root of your problems.

Tell me about your dreams, Will.”

The cocoon of the bagworm moth is always different, depending on the materials that the caterpillar forged to built it with.