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Red Dragon (2002)
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Ok so I just got Red Dragon in the mail, opened it at a random page, found this, and I am now in tears.
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[ hmu if you wanna thread. i have barely any going on here and graham needs to get out. the grumpy old bastard. ]
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[ hmu if you wanna thread. i have barely any going on here and graham needs to get out. the grumpy old bastard. ]
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“I don’t want this.” -- penrosexsteps
four word prompts
“---You’re not just going to stand around while I do all the work. Take the hammer and help me get this damn ladder set up. The roof’s not going to fix itself.”
#answered prompt#penrosexsteps#[ a storm probably put a hole in his roof or something#this is probably why arthur doesn't come to visit#will just puts him to work whenever he's here ]#anonymous
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“Buy me a drink first, sport.” Graham gave a small shake of his head, hiding his amusement. “---Will Graham. Special Investigator for the FBI.”
————open starter.
❛ have the very sun and moon ALIGNED? have we finally come to surrender to the throes of LOVE with whispered offerings of bliss in the blood lab? ❜
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Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.”
“You’re always number one.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“Honestly, just stop it.”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Who were you with?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I need you, though.”
“Don’t be fucking rude.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“So, it was you.”
“I need to go.”
“Just stay with me.”
“You can trust me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Will you help me?”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Can you shut up!?”
“You love me, right?”
“I really need you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“I really need you.”
“You don’t want me.”
“Let me help you.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Hey, I said stop!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Wanna go out sometime?”
“I don’t want this.”
“You always this quiet?”
“Are you fucking insane!?”
“I don’t want you.”
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
“This was never right.”
“You look really tired.”
“I’m out of here.”
“You need to go.”
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1994 / 2015
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“I lost touch of who I am and who I was.”
SLEEPING AT LAST: @empatheticinvestigator.
the very last thing ellen ripley ever will be is a therapist. the survivor is a fiery mass of contradictions, she is up and down, she is the very definition of neutral. a mother that has learned to live without her children, a mighty balance of angry revenge and the search for peace. she is the paradigm survivor and unfortunately that is her label. she forgot how to live, but she knows how to survive, knows how to move onto the next day, she is angry, she is bitter, she is sarcastic but underneath all those layers is a woman who was once married, a woman who once had a child, a woman who still has a caring demeanor if it’s pulled from her but will graham didn’t have to pull. all he had to do was ask and ellen ripley, the righteous leader and helping hand was standing there. ‘ no, what you’re trying to do is be who you were. you can’t find who you are if you continue to look for who you were. he’s gone, we know that but i’m not saying that’s some fucking tragedy. move on. ’ a hand reaches out, both her breath and her fingers smell lightly of tobacco because she had just smoked a cigarette before finding him. a person that can’t live until they learn how to survive and a person can’t survive if they don’t get up and continue moving. her hand pressed against the side of his face, fingers barely touching his jawline, thumb a ghost of a touch along the corner of his mouth. ‘ who do you need to be? right now, in this moment. who is that? ’
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What about Will's injuries? I'd like to see you meta about those. How does he feel about them? Did he just get used to them or do they haunt him?
He loathes them.
They’re permanent, damning evidence of his fear, hisfailure, his unravelled life. The scar Lecter gave him was ‘manageable.’ It lieson his abdomen and often beneath his shirt, hidden from plain sight. During themonths before he met Molly, Graham ignored the scar as best he could, catchingonly glimpses of its wrinkled pink tissue in the mirror. He lived in ignoranceand this was when the drinking started.
Molly breathed life into him. She gave him hope, peace, anda life where he could see himself at ease and happy. Blissful, even. Afternights of heated love, Molly made a habit of tracing that scar of his and, atfirst, Graham shied away, grabbed her hand and moved it elsewhere along hisbody. Time passed and he allowed her to trace it, to worry about her husbandwhen he awoke in the night from nightmares drenched in blood. He eventuallygrew used to the scar, despite the gnawing voice of Lecter in the back of hismind. Molly and Willy kept him grounded, the gin kept him distracted.
The scar on his face, however… That was the final nail inthe coffin. Everything Graham hates in himself is seen through the horrificmarking distorting his face. The mark of a dragon. When his fingers brush it, he swears it burns. But that scar is something he can’t escape or coverup. He has to live with it, live with the decisions he made and their consequences – and for Graham ‘living’ means drowning himself ina bottle every night.
Without his family, without his dignity, without his owngoddamn self-respect, he becomes a victim to his nightmares and to the monsterin the mirror.
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