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thisbecoming · 7 years
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empathyeatings replied to your photoset
i feel like this is the expression drop he experiences 50% of the time when he’s interacting with will, bless.
[ reason #498369586245 harlan needs to be in hannibal: his micro-expressions are on-point and on par with mads and richard. ]
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stillhavespots-a · 7 years
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empathyeatings heeft gereageerd op je bericht: empathyeatings heeft gereageerd op je foto ...
AHH BUT IF I AM IN LOVE WITH UR BLOG AND U R IN LOVE WITH MINE THEN OUR BLOGS MUST MARRY ?!
THIS IS SCIENCE????????/ PROVEN BY TESTS AND RESEARCH!!! YES!
hereby i pronounce empathyeatings and stillhavespots husband and wife
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elusiveaspects · 7 years
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“ Hey, Will...? ”   Winston and the other dogs were crowded around her legs down in the front lawn, sniffing at the bottle of gin and takeout she held in each hand. Will looked more than absent up there, standing at the ledge of the roof looking off at something far away from himself. 
                    “ C’mon, earth to Will Graham--? I brought food and booze. You definitely look like you need it. ”
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anabioun · 7 years
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empathyeatings replied to your post: ok but @thisbecoming pointed out that if someone...
WHAT HTE FUCK
ADDER HE’S JUST GOT A GAPING FUCKING HOLE IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS FACE DON’T TELL ME THIS SHIT WOULDN’T HAPPEN
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swcrdiisms-blog · 7 years
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@empathyeatings replied to your photoset: throwback to when i used to make cute #aesthetic...
cute clothes ! what shop are they from ? :o
a mix of new look & primark where i work holla but these are from like 2 years ago i think?? our stuff’s gotten way less cute since then :c
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thisbecoming · 7 years
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empathyeatings replied to your post
HONESTLY. if harlan isn’t in season four i’m gonna be so mad!! we seriously have to get in contact with fuller about this bc harlan is perfect for the show * yells.
[ BUT if harlan’s in s4 we have to make sure that mo is at least co-writing because i kinda don’t want bryan fuller to have the run of harlan all on his own ya feel ]
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sassysecond · 7 years
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empathyeatings replied to your post:        “ Will’s a REAL Gram cracker isn’t he.” 
what does this even /mean/ omg
I don’t /even/ Know. The lack of sleep Zeller & I are on it’s great. 
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stillhavespots-a · 7 years
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empathyeatings heeft gereageerd op je foto “       THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! Since starting my Q blog back in...”
congratulations, ur blog is the bees knees ! and thank u for the mention !
thank u pal that means a lot bc i am in LITERAL LOVE WITH YOUR BLOG!!! its so so so good and just so much quality i cannot handle it
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drdumaurier · 7 years
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➍ : ever been to a concert? was it fun?
Munday meme–Accepting
➍ : ever been to a concert? was it fun?
[I went to a few and I always had a lot of fun. Of course it’s not the same depending on the situation, but I enjoyed all of them.]
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littleladylecter-a · 7 years
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@empathyeatings​ || Closed starter
// i love your Will and if you’d be interested here’s a thing.
It didn't take a genius to know she was being followed. Had he been watching the house? Watched the way she guarded herself in public, maybe watched as she bought a small backpack and canned food? Mischa didn't need to know if he was following her (he was, she wasn't about to doubt this) but rather why. Leaves on the forest floor crunched beneath her feet, coming to a sudden halt as she stood very, very still.
"I know you're following me," she said aloud." Mischa did not turn to face him, merely stared straight ahead in the direction she was facing, unblinking and focused on nothing in particular. Wind drifted through the trees, the only sound once her footsteps ceased. She could have been wrong, maybe it wasn't Will at all, maybe it was Hannibal coming to reclaim her (the knife in her backpack wouldn't be used as a weapon against him, but rather one to use on herself should this be the case -- and Mischa would not hesitate).
But these footsteps were too hesitant to be Hannibal's. These were not the footsteps outside her bedroom door.
"Please don't waste your time. I'm not coming back."
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certiorarias · 7 years
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                 ❝  no , i don’t want to go home , there are too many shadows there ...  ❞         she’s on his sofa , scratchy blanket over her legs && head upon a small pile of his cushions . // @empathyeatings
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@empathyeatings replied to your photoset “My cat and I wish you a very happy Sunday ✨”
is ur cat in a blanket?? i am so touched
YES OMG my cat actually loves being ‘swaddled’ i guess lmao. she always uses her paws to make beds out of all of our blankets 
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vicemirrored-a · 7 years
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empathyeatings replied to your post: full offence but i’m so sick of people being...
they solve the mystery like every damn year, STOP PLAYING WITH MY EMOTIONS, PEOPLE.
EXACTLY. that’s what makes me so annoyed about it is that the media acts like it’s truth every damn time??? like hey guys did u forget that u were using the exact same headlines a year and a half ago when you were ~100% sure~ it was kosminski?? so many people publish books saying they know who it is u don’t have to report every one like it’s definite fact.
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thisbecoming · 7 years
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Everything was quiet. Francis took care to keep Will Graham well within his sights, though together they were hidden away from everyone. After faking his own death, the nation breathed a sigh of relief at the defeat of the Dragon, while Francis recoiled from newspaper drawings of slain dragons, caricatures of Will Graham holding Francis’ disembodied wings above his head: victorious. Dragon slayer.
                    Francis’ story was of public defeat, and Will Graham emerged as saviour, again. Again... Dew-damp grass rustled underfoot as Francis crossed the small, private back yard, set a ways from the highway and surrounded by spruce. The trees were shimmering green blurs through tears that brimmed Francis’ eyes and threatened to fall. He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat, and counted the thunks of boots up the old steps to the front door. In his hand, he clasped an old newspaper and a print-out of an old Tattle-Crime piece, about a victim murdered and built into the animal exhibition he’d curated.
                    “Why did you -- do that to him?”
                    Francis didn’t greet Will with a hello, or any nicety. He only held out the photograph of Randall Tier’s murder without looking at it. Without looking at Will Graham. 
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stillhavespots-a · 7 years
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empathyeatings heeft gereageerd op je fotoset:       Q’S CATS. A SUMMARY. By the time Q becomes...
my heart
me 3 pal me 3
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bestvictim-a-blog · 7 years
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@empathyeatings sent in ✄ for a url in some terrible handwriting // accepting !
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