I'm A Simple Girl, With Simple Needs. And Right Now That Need Is Johnny Knoxville In A Flower Crown.

I'm a simple girl, with simple needs. And right now that need is Johnny Knoxville in a flower crown. I couldn't find anything, so I made my own. (I just made it using picsart, so feel free to save/use.)

"Patiently Waiting For the Answers"

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Hannibal greatly got off on how oblivious you were to his everyday secrets, let alone the numerous “questionable” things he’d taken part in in the house, right under your nose. Only Hannibal knows how many times you’ve watched him cook an acquaintance, and he’d like to keep it that way. He loved you, of course, but he had his own agenda and reasons for living this second life that he would appreciate you staying out of, on your own accord. It would be his decision to let you partake, even if you knew what you were doing, more so eating, or not. Hannibal had his own power over you and he knew that you grew more and more suspicious of his secluded life and the constant sniffing noses of the FBI. He was aiding them, of course you knew that, but you noticed men showing up at... more odd times of the night and lurking around the house more than usual. It’s surely suspicious in the movies, so that should carry over to real life, right?

Your lover already knew this, of course, he had to watch himself from the FBI that kept tabs on him but they didn’t have anything against him at this point, just odd timing. It’s not like you’re going to be of any help to their pestering questions either, but that’s just how he likes to keep it. Anyone can turn on him, that’s something he’s all too familiar with, so let's just keep you close to him but more so in a protective case, free from his messes. You’re a piece of art he’s casing himself, a delicate little dish that doesn’t know any better and needs to be wrapped in the finest cloth and set somewhere sturdy. There’s only so much he can do from keeping your suspicions low, however. You were a nosey little mouse.

“Hannibal, why do different men keep showing up to the house?” you begged, seeing as they lurked and peered in the most invasive ways while you went about your day. “Colleagues dear, don’t fret.” “Well tell them to stop poking around the bedroom at least,” you huffed. He smiled at how ignorant you were to the situations but that only made him love you more, watching as you stare cross-armed at the windows daily, shooing away the detective unknowingly investigating him, how kind of you, yet he would bring up their intrusive and discourteous peaking in private windows, he’d give you that. No matter how much Hannibal kept you out of his dirty work, you were always in his plans to make sure you were either safe or had your own alibi of sorts. Your safety was a priority of his that he took very seriously, and when rude pesters sniff around and make you uncomfortable, Hannibal takes that very seriously and to heart in some cases. Now while he isn’t able to have his way with them for obvious reasons, they are noted in his mind.

You started asking those questions more and more often with him, oftentimes coming home to you crossing your arms and tapping your foot impatiently at him. Explaining how you just had a long, totally not suspicious interrogation about him while he was away all he can do is softly smile at you, “Did you give all my secrets away, my Dear?” Damn, he’s off the hook once more with that smooth voice of his and those damn eyes. Your Hannibal could do nothing wrong ever, right? Every other week or so you’d greet Hannibal with that “really” look once he got home as you had just gotten done with another suspiciously timed visit. A few times Hannibal even came home to interrupt the men sitting ill-mannered in his den as he gracefully escorted them out. The quite literally hunger in Hannibal grows every time you report to him about these people bothering his home, more importantly bothering you.

In attempts to save you from further questioning for a while he puts his side work down and accompanies you in hopes of making it up to you for their rudeness. Of course he has his own work lined up so that things are still moving while he’s on this “break,” but more importantly he gets to prove to you, more so himself, that you will forever be his priority. You’ve rightfully gained that through the years and deep inside, he does feel a little bit of guilt for what you’ve had to go through. Not guilty for his own doings and doing so subtly around you, but for how your innocence and patience ever so quickly wears thin from all the poking and prodding. It’s rude for anyone to do that, no matter what their partner may get into, and God forbid someone else than him taint you in any way. Should he let you in on his secondary life? Should he see if you seek it out yourself? What would happen if he told you, what would you think? Would you leave? Stay? Maybe join him, maybe give him away? He couldn’t tell.

“Shall we take a walk, dear?” Hannibal inquired. “Yes,” you happily agreed, “But we have to talk, Hannibal.” Ah, so today was the day, it seems as though your patience ran out much quicker than he thought. Hannibal held your arm as the two of you slowly walked out into the bustling town, honestly loud enough to share his secrets without anyone picking up a word, but not quite good enough. However, he would let you take the first moves, perhaps you’ll catch him off guard with some more innocent topic? No, you may have been patient but you weren’t stupid. Anyone having been poked by agents a few times a week could smell something odd brewing, Hannibal knew that. Which is exactly why he would be ready to tell you, how you reacted to the truth depended on the outcome. Deep down he wished you could just always live oblivious next to him so that he could come home to some sort of normality, but he equally wanted you to be a part of him as a whole but it was much too dangerous and tedious to just let anyone in. Hannibal was a game player, you were his reward at the end of the day. Technically, the only association to the game was behind a one way mirror.

Hannibal solemnly walked beside you, taking in your presence as it might be his last with you, alive that is if he really went along with one of the many endings in his plans. His hand squeezed your arm gently as he led you to a bench on the lonelier side of the vast and beautiful park, the breeze gently blowing little strands of hair across your face as you sat. Scrunching your nose in the wind you look out at the sunny skyline above the trees, grazing across parents with their kids in the grass, a picnic, a tiring game of ball and fetch. Hannibal kept his eyes on your figure, watching as subtle gears turned in your head figuring out just how to start this conversation or… more so confrontation. If Hannibal happened to let out some deep dark secret how would you even handle it? Was a public space even some place decent enough to drop something like that? Would you be able to keep your composure? What if the two of you took this walk for no reason just for him to deny any involvement with why they were showing up so frequently? Maybe, all of this would just go away on its own and you were overthinking, maybe you should try to hold out a bit more and they’ll just stop showing up. Did you even want to possibly tarnish the loving relationship you had with him?

You looked down at your hands intertwined with his, giving them a soft reassuring squeeze as you lifted your eyes up to his, his eyes ever so calm and accepting. “Hannibal,” you sighed, smiling ever so softly at him, “Please, I’d like for you to be truthful to me. I don’t know if I even want to know what you’re up to or if you’re even up to anything but the amount of times I’ve been interrupted at the house by agents asking the same questions is aggravating and concerning. I’m not upset at you Han, but if there is something I should know or… I guess keep quiet,” you chuckled, “Please, fill me in. Tell me every God awful thing you possibly could have done and just let me love you like you never even told me. I don’t want to be against you, I’m not stupid Hannibal I know you’re a smart man with things on the side to do and you’re aware of the agents but I don’t like not being in the loop when it comes to you and possibly your safety, or mine for that case. I know you’d do anything to protect me but there has to be some way I can return the favor. You don’t have to tell me too much but at least let me know that there is something more going on. There’s only so much I can take and have the patience for.”

Taking every word you say deep into thought, all your lover could do was stare at you in subtle amazement as you actively wanted to know his… “wrong” doings. Certainly a different turn and a much more well spoken plea to be informed that he thought. You were correct in many aspects though, Hannibal had taken great measure to make sure you were protected and knew absolutely well that you were far from stupid. Hannibal had also seen how well you handled pressure on more than one occasion but this was a much different kind of “secret” to keep. Could he genuinely trust you to keep your composure with this new information? Was he even going to actually tell you yet? He wasn’t sure. But you might be ready, the amount of trust and love he has for you is sickening, hopefully you reciprocate those same sickening feelings. You’re going to need them from this day on.

“Just let me love you like you never even told me” repeated over and over in his mind, it was odd. You meant it, the look in your soft eyes and smile said so. The amount of times Hannibal had studied your face and expression was exhausting and this day was no different, you were being genuine. You were being genuine. You were smart, why put yourself in this kind of unknown danger? It would take a bit to set in for him, longer than he’s used to.. “Let’s go home dear, we can talk over dinner.” A walk home should be enough time for it, though.

I feel like this movie got kind of forgotten about because its release date got pushed back so many times, but can it please be June now so The Black Phone can come out? I wanna thirst over this spooky man!!! 😠

“are you okay”

no i crave the touch of a fictional character whose hand i’ll never hold

Wisteria blossom.

Kawachi fuji garden in Fukuoka, Japan.