kingofdisrepute
nobody praying for me
selective rp blog for brian zeller of nbc hannibal || 21+ || written by (v)yris
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im really sorry that i ran 4 red , lghts and im really really extra super super sorry that i pulled my gun on you. i know this doesnt change what i did but i want everyone involved to know that my behavior and actions is because i was listening to stressful music
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Will Wood // The Mountain Goats // Hozier // Apistat Commander // Fall Out Boy // The Taxpayers // Just Nick
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au where zeller goes to therapy
#can you even imagine#the most out there au ever#where zee gets therapeutic help#and becomes a more thoughtful person#toward himself and others#it's just so fantastic i can hardly picture it#idk might be too ooc#|| out of science ||
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2X04 "Takiawase" ~ Gag reel (2014)
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They r so real its insane omg 😭 (hannigram was to hard for me to draw TT)
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“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.”
— Dark Places by Gillian Flynn
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Brian Zeller from Hannibal has kenergy
Brian Zeller from Hannibal has Kenergy!
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concept: zeller singing going under by evan.escence in car karaoke
#don't tell anyone he loves amy lee#i mean who doesn't#but he just doesn't wanna admit it#the loser#|| out of science ||
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concept: brian zeller in space
#bonus: without an astronaut suit lmfao#whoops#cracked porcelain much#but no jk but actually someone put my boy in space#orbiting a star or smth#he'll be doug eiffel 2.0#if y'all haven't listened to w.olf 359 yet#do yourselves a favor and fix that#best scifi podcast#|| out of science ||
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on the bright side, at least my debilitating fear of abandonment will never leave me
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sorry for having a huge cock and correct opinions on everything. as if it’s my fault.
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The masculine urge to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into my lap in front of our friends
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late night xmas lurkers get a starter if they press the big red button
#|| starter call ||#give me stuff to do tomorrow#i need to recharge after xmas shenanigans#so i will probably be holed up inside for the next week#and i need content to write#so hit the like if u see this#|| out of science ||
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I guess I’ll see you there
nbc hannibal’s brian zeller & beverly katz
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i'm drunk and in my feels which means it's SAD BEV AND ZEE HEADCANON TIME
he calls her every day following her death to hear her voice on the outgoing message and to leave messages he knows will never be heard by her... until her phone service is cut off a month later due to lack of payment and his heart is broken once more
he visits her grave weekly the first few months, then occasionally after that, then he always visits her for her birthday and death day, as well as hanukkah. he's fallen asleep beside her grave multiple times
he always takes two shots in any bar for the first round of them in salute to her
he gave the eulogy at her funeral. you can read that here (grab tissues)
he's never had another friend like her and he never will again, she is a permanent void in his life, and there's no hope of filling it. he just has to learn to live with it ok bye
#|| out of science ||#if i'm in pain that means y'all have to be too#it's only fair#i'm never letting y'all forget what bev meant to him#she was his rock#she was his constant#she was his person#it didn't even need to be romantic#that's how much she meant to him#she just was#and then she wasn't#and he'll never forget that#|| headcanon ||#|| bev & zee ||
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He'd spent the forty-minute long drive chain-smoking one cigarette after the other until he'd gone through a whole pack. It would be the fifth pack he went through that week and it was only Thursday. It was only interrupted by the occasional sip of vodka through his flask, something that she had gifted him for his birthday. She'd even had his initials engraved on it.
She was thoughtful like that, unlike Zeller himself, whose best gift he got her was a goldfish. A goldfish she'd managed to keep alive for over TWO years, until it was passed to him in the wake of her death. Despite the promises he made to her and to the fish, it was dead within a month. He could hardly take care of himself in the midst of his grief, let alone a fish. And suddenly he had a whole new reason to grieve.
Finally, he pulled his car to Wil Graham's house, very out of his way. As he saw the man stir behind the door window, he took another sip of courage from his flask. He decided against bringing his gun with him—that could escalate things too quickly, especially in Zeller's current state of mind. He had his fists if he needed them. Carrying his last cigarette between his lips, he exited the vehicle and shut the door loud enough for the sound to echo off of the surrounding trees.
"Beverly," he uttered as he trudged through the snow up toward Graham's porch. "She talked to you her last day alive. I've been retracing her movements before she was killed." His eyes were bright and burning as they stared at the other man, just as the ember was at the end of his cigarette. The tip of his tongue pushed it out and it was snuffed by the snow below, furthermore by his heel that crushed it.
"What did you tell her?"
o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night . // @kingofdisrepute
a man surrounded by what is familiar. an entire home designed to PREVENT surprises, with windows peering out into the world more than the world peers in. an intrusion approaches, blinding headlights into his safe haven. will is already on his front porch, slipping on his winter coat and squinting against the harsh light in a futile effort to spot the driver.
the ignition turns over, the car door shuts. at least will knows him. finally, the trespasser is revealed and will's brow creases, his body language stiff— a blank canvas, open for interpretation, void of any tells, and yet, for that very reason, EERIE.
"zeller." a statement of the obvious, but a greeting nonetheless. "...what's brought you to my doorstep so late?" a note of curiosity in his voice, a lilt of interest with the understanding that whatever zeller's reason may be, it must be good.
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