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deerabigailhobbs · 5 hours
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can we get some opinions on hannigram mpreg
I support aborting that thang
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deerabigailhobbs · 11 hours
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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
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deerabigailhobbs · 15 hours
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Old Adam and Abigail edit that I don't think I've posted???
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deerabigailhobbs · 19 hours
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They’ve taken over my mind
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deerabigailhobbs · 21 hours
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this was such a loser 48-year-old moment skdhdkshf.... abigail high out of her mind: 'wow....'
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deerabigailhobbs · 23 hours
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Suicide. She definitely knew what he was about to do. Knife in his hand, saying he would "cut her throat like her father did." She knew she had no other choice, no other place to turn to. I do think she felt scared as well, though maybe less than she should, because Hannibal is a surgeon. He knew how to cut, maybe he would kill her in the most humane way as possible, like how some farmers do with sheep, kill her quickly. But well, that's not exactly what happened
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deerabigailhobbs · 1 day
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I would be down for this actually
Tell me your reasoning for everything!! I personally am quite feeling “ME ME ME I WANT IT SO BAD I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO CONTROL MYSELF IF WE DONT GET IT”
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deerabigailhobbs · 1 day
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I knew I could count on you :')
Tell me your reasoning for everything!! I personally am quite feeling “ME ME ME I WANT IT SO BAD I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO CONTROL MYSELF IF WE DONT GET IT”
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deerabigailhobbs · 1 day
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Abigail save me…
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deerabigailhobbs · 2 days
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Imma be selfish and say I don't want it for the main reason being that there'll be no Abigail content (or extremely little if there is)
Tell me your reasoning for everything!! I personally am quite feeling “ME ME ME I WANT IT SO BAD I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO CONTROL MYSELF IF WE DONT GET IT”
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deerabigailhobbs · 2 days
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Strangers by Ethel Cain
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deerabigailhobbs · 2 days
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Little Abigail doodle cuz she won’t leave my mind ever
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deerabigailhobbs · 2 days
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Not the asshole, innocent, can do no wrong, please seek therapy from the other side of the country
WIBTA when I(F18) helped my father(M47) lure girls in to kill..?
Its the tin.. my father was(he died a few weeks ago) killing girls that looked like me, and I helped him lure them in by talking to them and getting close to them.
A few weeks ago he tried to kill me and killed my mother.. but the fbi came in time help me, this guy shot him, but now that guys boss is suspicious of me and thinks I help my father kill those girls(I did but im not telling him that)
Anyway now that someone else is talking about it, I feel very guilty for what I did.. WIBTA??..
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deerabigailhobbs · 2 days
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Reblogging again because this popped into my mind
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local vet adopted a cat
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deerabigailhobbs · 2 days
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Alrighty my darlings place your bets, are we getting a season 4 announcement tomorrow?
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deerabigailhobbs · 2 days
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What I wouldn't give to see Abigail's room. To have a scene of her by herself, while Hannibal, Will and Alana stand outside her door, and watch as she takes in her childhood bedroom. To see her unkept bed she told herself she'd tidy after breakfast, walk around the small space, with pastel pink walls her mother had painted while pregnant with her, and to follow as her hand lingers on the bumps and brush strokes. She wonders that maybe, if she pushes hard enough, her mother's hand will reach out to pull her away from this mess, whisper that nothing can hurt her while she's embraced in her arms.
Oh, to see her pick up dolls and dvds and books and trinkets her father had given her as a child, a disgusted look on her face as she holds them tight to her chest, wishing that her he were present so she could yell at him, hurt him till he bled, apologise for the mess and say she still loved him, but she wasn't sure how or why.
She'd absorb the room, it's history, it's ability to once make her feel safe, look at the pink walls once again and cry. Small, whispery sobs, the kind where your lips hurt from quivering so much and your throat starts to choke on your own sadness, then stop, wipe, get up, and exit, saying to the others that she's seen enough of it.
What I wouldn't give
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deerabigailhobbs · 2 days
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‘the stream’ | 04/01/2024
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hannibal nbc
done in procreate
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