Hannibal X Will - Tumblr Posts

THE WORST PART IS HOW ACCURATE THIS IS

i've never gotten over the idea that the show is just entirely will's perspective of the situation with the dark aesthetic and foreboding mood but if we got hannibal's perspective it would be some stupid romcom with this cheerful fucking music

i was bored so i drew some hannibal doodles :p

Gifts for a friend :]

Slashers meeting their Chubby/Plus size S/O

A/n:Oh weh 😭, this drabble was in my queue, and I hella forgot about it! Hope you like this one tho!

Requests are still open if you want to do some requests, or if you want to ask me stuff it doesn't matter! (This is a long drabble, so it took so much of my energy and brain power making/editing this 😭. I was going to add more characters, but it was going to be too much for me to handle to write..)

Characters: Hannibal & Will, Thomas Hewitt, and Brahms Heelshire.

TW:Kidnapping, possessive, obsession, swearing, and mild blood and gore

(Tell me if I missed any warnings!)

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!♥️

Dividers made by @/cafekitsune

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham:

You've heard about the Chesapeake Ripper and his spouse around Baltimore, Maryland.

You are in your little bakery, serving your usual customers what they want. Loving the wholesome it brings for customers, the lighting is perfect for your customers. All the decorations, etc.

Which made your little bakery popular around the small town you're living in! Your pastries are warm and flaky when it's out of the oven the second it's done, and the way you make your pastries home made too!

Now Hannibal and Will have heard about your bakery from Jack and his wife, saying that your pastries taste so good, instead of those other ones they visited.

They both walked into your bakery and looked around and how gorgeous and homey it feels. They walked to the front of your counter, looking around since you weren't there in the front. Will looked down at a sign that said 'If I'm not here I'm mostly in my kitchen batching more pastries! Ring me if you need anything!'

So Will decided to press your little bell, and there you are coming out of your kitchen, with your pastries all warm and fresh out of the oven ready to be served. You then put up a finger for 'one moment' and placed your pastries in their right place.

You walked to your counter and asked what they wanted. See the pastries that you brought out that were hot and fresh, was one of Hannibal's favorite pastry/dessert. Hannibal ordered a danish for him as for Will he wanted whatever Hannibal is having.

You then nodded and asked if they wanted to stay here or if it's to go. Hannibal answered before Will did, which was stay. You smiled and nodded your head and went to get plates for two danishes. You placed the danishes on both plates and walked to your counter again, and said your price. Hannibal paid for it and said his thanks, and you smiled and said "thank you for coming."

Hannibal and Will both sat down and bit into your homemade danish, it was so soft, warm, and flaky. They couldn't help but start saying 'mmm's' because of your homemade danish.

After that day when they went there, they came to your bakery almost everyday! Now these two are your usual customers, which you didn't mind because you loved serving them your homemade pastries! Also you've been trying out new ones and they've been there to try your new ones too!

It's been like this for 3 whole months, until one faithful day those two were revealed as the rippers of Baltimore. It broke your heart and your trust for them, and let's just say you've been telling them about yourself and a lot of things..

That's why the FBI is in your bakery asking you questions about Hannibal and Will, but really they didn't tell you what they do, except they're in the FBI. That's all you answered for them.

Jack, the head of the FBI team wanted to ask you some other questions, like when they visited, what they do, etc. You also answered those questions. Jack then nodded his head and sighed, "My team and I will be back here tomorrow if anything happens," and so they all left.

You then closed your shop for the day, went upstairs to go shower and change into your night wear for the night. Footsteps were heard upstairs.. you brought the nearest thing to you, it was your umbrella, ready to hit someone whoever was up there. You went upstairs and saw that your bedroom was open, you knew that a person was in there so you went to your bathroom, closed and locked it.

You dialed Jack's phone number, since you hated the police for being lazy idiots and not finding criminals these days, while it was dialing you heard footsteps again and it made your heart beat faster. 'Cmon, c'mon, please answer Jack.' you thought to yourself.

Will came out of your shower and held you down on your bathroom floor, the door to your bathroom also opened somehow by Hannibal. Will then covered your mouth with his own hand.

"It's okay, it will be okay my love.. Hannibal and I will take care of you.." Will said.

Then, Hannibal had a needle injection in his hand, and poke it through your arm. Drowsiness is all you see and you blacked out and fell limp on Will's arms.

Thomas Hewitt:

You and your friends have been planning to go to Texas for a summer road trip! Currently all of you are in the jeep blasting music in hot Texas. Until your friend that was driving stopped at a gas station, "Imma do a quick stretch and you guys get some snacks for the way, in case you guys get hungry." Your driver friend said.

You needed some snacks for yourself, so you walked into the little gas station, while some of your friends did a little bit of stretching. You walked in the gas station and looked around to see what they were selling. Luckily, this gas station was selling snacks, so you had to walk over there and get some for you and your friends.

Apparently, sometimes you kinda do this, and it's by not really looking around your surroundings. So, you end up faceplanting into a hard chest. You immediately apologized, and looked up to see a man wearing a leather face mask.

You stared into his dark brown eyes, and thought how beautiful they were. As for Thomas, he doesn't know what to do, instead he stood there and looked into your eyes. While you guys are lost in each other's eyes, Luda came around the counter wondering why did you and thomas stood still, so she spoke up. "Is everything alright you two?"

You jumped at the question and looked at the lady, "Sorry, I was just apologizing to him because I didn't look where I was going." You said. Luda then looked at Thomas, and Thomas nodded his head telling her that you were telling the truth.

Your friends walked in and saw a looking scary burly man right beside you. "(Y/n) get away from that thing!" That pulled you away from the woman's attention and to your friends, "What are you talking about?" Your friends pointed at the so-called "thing" behind you.

So you turned around seeing the "thing" which was Thomas, "You mean him? He hasn't done anything wrong with me. In fact he looks like he wouldn't even hurt a fly." Thomas was a little shocked at your answer, he has hurt many people in his life because of what they call him. Even Luda was surprised about your answer too!

Luda looked at Thomas, and nodded that they were going to keep you, but they are going to make your friends as meat.. As you and your friends got the snacks you all needed, your friends still had weird vibes off of Thomas. The way he would stare down at all of you, and how his eyes are watching every single movement you guys did...

Your friend had driven off as fast as they could, because of your other friends telling them what had happened. While on the road, the wheel in the front happened to be popped, so you're all stuck in the middle of nowhere in the hot sun of Texas.. your friends started arguing with each other about car.

While your friends are arguing, in the distance is a man, a man that has a chainsaw in his hands and it's revving.. "Hey guys.. should we be worried about him..?" You pointed at the man that was from the gas station from before. Your friends then got worried about him, "Maybe we should run away, because that chainsaw he is holding is on.." one of your friends said. They all agreed on what they said, now for Thomas he was ready to kill all of your friends, except for you though. Thomas is now on the run towards your group, and your friends have already fled without you. So you were the last to run away into the cornfield.

Running isn't something that you are very good at, in fact it's just something that you hate doing. Your legs are on fire, same as your feet, screams could be heard from almost everywhere in the cornfield. After escaping from the large cornfield, you have found a barn and of course you had to hide inside.

When you have gone inside the barn, you had to lie down since the running made you breathe heavily and unsteadily. After a few deep breaths, the door burst opened, and lord behold Thomas Hewitt is now inside the barn.. Thomas started pushing and knocking things over, and you were scared. You were hoping that he wouldn't find you under the stairs.

Their barn is a two story barn, but the upstairs is just for looking down at the farm animals. Thomas paused by the stairs where you were hiding, and revved up his chainsaw and started revving the stairs, and you screamed. You then tried to get out of the stairs and you saw the man throw his chainsaw on the other side of where he is.

He then grabbed you by both your ankles, and a squeak sound came out of you. You then got knocked out by Thomas's hand.. yes his hand. Apparently Thomas used his hand and slapped it onto your forehead, which somehow knocked you out..

Thomas didn't care about that right now, he then stared at you and thought how you would probably be a great mother. Well, that's because if you have wide hips, it's great for holding children on your hips while doing stuff around the house. (Thomas heard about that from his mama, so kudos to her, loll.) He then carried you to the house for you to become a Hewitt, a Mrs. Hewitt..

Brahms Heelshire

You took the job as a babysitter, but what you are babysitting is a boy doll..? The Heelshire's have explained what your job will be doing as Brahms' sitter, also the grocery boy that'll be dropping off groceries. So off they went when they waved you their farewell, while waving goodbye as soon as the car was no longer in your view, you closed the door.

You looked around the mansion and then at 'Brahms,' "Okay Brahms, let's see what's the first thing that's on the list!" The first thing on the list was to feed Brahms. So off you went with Brahms on your hips, and going to the dining room. Here's a thing, the mansion was huge so it was confusing to go where the dining room was. "Now where the heck is your guy's dining room..?"

The real Brahms behind the wall that was looking at you, found it quite funny. You turn your head left and right and decide to go left down the hall to see if the dining room was there. While walking down the hall, you couldn't help but feel someone's eyes were on you. Chills crawled to your arms, your spine, and literally everywhere. You shivered, "Sorry, I must feel really cold in this mansion." You chuckled a little after your sentence.

As you went into the dining room, you cooked up something that was on Brahms' list of food that he likes. So, for lunch it was grilled cheese with tomato soup! You then started to get the stuff from the cupboards to make the soup. You then placed the items down on the counter and started, after the soup was done and now is boiling on the stove, next is the grilled cheese! You got the things for the grilled cheese and started grilling, after all the boiling and grilling it was now ready!

You are so proud of yourself for making delicious tomato soups and grilled cheeses! "I'm so proud of myself, it looks so good that I already want to take a big bite!" You then turned around where you put Brahms, and carried him to his seating place and placed down the food for him. You then sat across from him, but you still had that feeling someone was still watching you. You also thought that eating in front of a doll is kinda weird, "Sorry Brahms, I kind of feel uncomfortable so I'm going to eat in the next room beside you, okay?" You grabbed your plate and patted gently on Brahms' head and headed to the other room.

As you sat down, you started eating your food. It tasted so good, that you could taste the saltiness and the tomatoes, as for the grilled cheese it was delicious! The cheese pull was a fun thing that you liked to do before eating it. After eating your food, you felt full from your sandwich(es), and went to check up on Brahms. When you walked into the dining room, Brahms also ate all his food, but it was also weird how the whole plate was empty. Well that doesn't matter either way, what matters is that you both are full from lunch.

"Hi Brahms, I hope you liked the tomato soup with grilled cheese I made!" You smiled at Brahms, and collected his dish that he ate on, and turned on the water and started washing the dishes. Once that was done and dried off, you look to the side where there was still more tomato soup and grilled cheese, 'I guess I made a lot of grilled cheese' you remembered that Mrs. Heelshire told you that they don't waste food, instead they just put it in the refrigerator for later, and take it out and warm up and just eat it.

You then looked around at the drawers to see if you could find their tin foil. Luckily you did, you then started foiling the left over tomato soup and grilled cheeses. You then placed the tin foiled food into the fridge, and carried Brahms again. "Alright let's see what's next on this list, shall we?" As you look through the list, it was time to play some music! You went on to find where their music room is, as you are trying to find the music room, your phone started ringing. "Hm? I wonder who it is.." you looked at the callers name and it was your best friend, so you immediately answered.

-"Hello?"

-"Y/N!"

-"What's wrong?"

-"Your ex knows where you are!"

That paused what you were doing, you then started panicking and talked to your best friend on the phone, you then asked questions who told him where you are and when he was coming, etc. Brahms was staring at the little peephole of the hallway you were in. Clenching his fists since your phone was on speaker mode, so he heard the word "ex."

As you were panicking and talking to your best friend on the phone, Brahms could hear someone pulling up the driveway, he knew it wasn't the grocery boy. In fact it was your "ex," so he then started walking away from you. Your ex was here, banging on the door, more like trying to break down the door to get to you. As he was breaking down the door you ran with the doll Brahms to where the big mirror is and tried to find a hiding spot before he gets in.

Unfortunately he already got in, and he is right behind you, screaming your name to come back. You then went in front of the mirror and tried to back up from him. He came closer and closer and took Brahms away from you.

-"Ha! What's this, is this the "boy" you have to babysit?"

Your ex swung the doll a little, taunting you..

-"STOP! Please don't do that! That's the only thing the Heelshire's have that's left of their son!"

The look on your ex's face showed that he didn't give a damn.

-"I knew you were such a greedy fat bitch tryna get money! You even had that opportunity to try and escape from my grasp, just to go far away from me.."

He looked at the doll holding it tightly within his grasp.

-"Please don't do that! Or else-"

-"Or else what (Y/n)?! You know what, I don't give a fuck about your job or this little creepy ass doll.."

-"Wait!"

Your ex didn't listen, and decided to smash the doll. Brahms' head was shattered into tiny pieces.. You looked at your ex, tears forming in your eyes from what's now left of the doll.

Suddenly, the mirror right beside you two, shattered out of nowhere. Both you and your ex covered, and looked back at the mirror hearing a little boy's voice come out of the hole of the mirror..

-"(Y/N)..?"

You heard your own name thinking it was the little boy like the doll, but it wasn't a little boy. The so-called 'little boy' came out to be a full grown man. The man called your name again, menacingly. As for your ex, he tried to flee but Brahms ran after him with the mirror glass in his hand. Your ex didn't make it out of the room where you all were, he immediately got killed from Brahms. You watched as your ex got killed by Brahms, and you looked at him, and you tried to run away. Which Brahms caught you once you tried to run, Brahms held up a cloth to you, which smelled horrible and he covered both your mouth and nose. You tried to fight back, but it was no use since the horrible smell made you lose consciousness and passed out on Brahms arms.

Your ears were ringing, but you swear you did hear Brahms say..

"I'm going to keep you forever, and ever (Y/n).. Mine forever..."

AHHH THIS WAS SO GOOD!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Stalking

Hannigram x teen!reader

Summary: On their walk home, Y/N decides to help a cute couple with directions to a nearby hotel. However, this act of kindness is proof that what goes around does not come back around.

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The bus screeched to a halt on an empty back road less than a mile away from your house. Your shift was finally done and you could relax until the cycle repeated tomorrow. A meek ‘thank you’ slipped from your mouth as you walked off the bus, a small smile on your lips as you turned your music up.

Gently bopping your head to the tune, you made your way across the road, lifting a hand to silently thank the car that had stopped to let you cross. The clouds slowly drifted across the navy sky, small specks of light tucked themselves behind the clouds then peeked back out as the obstructions moved along. The moon shone down and illuminated the wide road and dusty trail you stood on, the outlines of trees cast onto the ground below you.

God, it was beautiful.

Despite how eerie it was, it was beautiful.

The road seemed calm tonight, usually it was busy because it was a way to get to the city you just came from. Not tonight.

Thank god.

As you continued to walk down the path, cars whizzing past you at a million miles per hour, you couldn’t help but feel a small creeping sensation that something was wrong.

Something was going to be wrong.

But, for some strange reason, you ignored it. Why you ignored, you had no idea why you did, but you did.

You kicked up dirt as you walked, loving the way it looked on the ground, dancing in the gentle breeze. That gut feeling plagued you, growing more and more until-

“Hi, excuse me?”

A soft voice made you peel off your headphones, letting them fall to your neck, and look over to the road. You planted your feet and settled your eyes on the man who was still rolling down his car window.

You stepped slightly closer and put your hands in your pockets. “Can I help you, sir?”

The man was thin and pale, his features hardly in the poor light of the car. The man wore a flannel shirt and dark jeans, a brown belt holding them up. He had brown, curly hair that draped over his forehead, he had a button nose and slightly stubble. The man cleared his throat and gave a small smile, “Me and my husband were wondering if you could give us directions to hotel…hotel…Hannibal, what was the hotels name again?” The man turned to the man sat beside him.

“Cecilia. Hotel Cecilia.” The man’s husband, Hannibal, gave a thin lipped smile as he spoke to his partner. His husband looked older than him, not by a lot but enough to see the difference. He had mostly grey hair with spots of brown sprinkled about, his eyes were a hazel colour, his nose arched up in the middle but it suited him. He wore a clearly rich and tailored suit; red with a black pattern stitched into it, a black shirt and a red tie.

You listened as the man thanked his husband and turned back to you. Thinking as fast as you could, you tried to remember the way there. Then it clicked. A gentle grin slipped onto your lips as you spoke, watching the man in the drivers seat take a mental note of everything you had said. As you stopped, you looked back at the road, the headlights were the only thing stopping the inky blackness from enveloping the car and you. It was going to be such a trek and your parents wanted you home by ten.

“Thank you so so much.” The man said, “We would’ve used our phones but they’ve both gone and died, thanks to our luck.”

You chuckled along with the man’s slight attempt at a joke. “It’s no problem, I’m happy to help.”

A few thoughts ran through the man’s mind before he stopped thinking and said the first thing we could think of:

“Do you want a ride?”

That feeling crept up your spine, making you feel queasy. As nice as it was for him to ask it was still odd. You didn’t know them, they didn’t know you. “It’s fine, my house isn’t too far-“

“We insist. We would be lost without you.” The husband chimed in. “And, it is getting late, your parents would want you home, wouldn’t they?”

That feeling in your stomach reached the back of your throat, urging you to turn and run. For once, you decided to trust your gut feeling-

“Thank you but I’m alright.” Politely, you stepped away from the car and turned to keep walking. The men shared a look then looked back at you as you began to walk away.

You heard the engine stall before starting, then they took off down the road and that was the last you saw of them.

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Around twenty minutes later, your trail lead you in front of a gas station. The neon lights from each sign shone onto the bleak road, painting it in hues of orange, green and white. The pale light reflected off of car windows and side view mirrors, hitting your eyes sharply.

You hadn’t drank anything in a while, plus you would have to wait an extra ten minutes to heat up your dinner when you got back home so what’s the big deal with a quick snack stop?Glancing away, you tried to check for oncoming cars and, luckily, there was nothing. Then you crossed the gravel, eventually reaching entrance to the gas station.

A satisfying ding announced your arrival to the pimply clerk behind the counter who gave you a less than enthusiastic look. Ignoring him, you browsed the aisles, trying to find anything that would be easy to eat and drink on the go. You swore to yourself; no sandwiches, no fiddly wrappers or bottle caps, just easy to open things.

Needing to keep yourself awake, you bought yourself an energy drink then you made your way over to the snack aisle which stood in front of the main entrance. As you scanned over your options, the bright, white headlights outside blinded you. Although it was a minor inconvenience, you scowled at the car, still unable to see who was driving, and internally swore at them for their accidental action.

After finally deciding on a snack, you walked over to the counter and placed your things down. You slipped your headphones down and around your neck, music paused, casting an odd silence which was subtly interrupted by the radio station which echoed from the broken speakers.

The cashier huffed and scanned the items slowly, as if even the thought of doing his job was strenuous. Your eyes wandered back out the window, tuning out the cashier slightly as your eyes scanned over the few cars that were refuelling, one was the car those two men had driven earlier.

That’s odd.

Didn’t they go flying up the road? How were they here at the same time as you if they did?

The clicking of the cashier’s fingers snapped you back to reality. “Sorry.” You mumbled halfheartedly, scrambling to grab the money from your pocket. In the midst of the scramble, you tried to pick up your drink, only for it to fall and burst on the floor. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, d’you want me to-“

The cashier sighed loudly, “No, it’s fine. I’ll get it.” Then he walked to the back, returning with a wet floor sign in hand. You listened subtly as an array of swears left his lips as he slammed the sign onto the floor and trudged over to the drink aisle, grabbing another of the same drink for you.

As this happened, and while your mind was distant from your body, the same satisfying ding rung out again. When your mind finally snapped back, you registered that someone had walked in and you glanced over your shoulder.

Then you saw them.

The two men were tall, taller than you thought and taller than you by a mile.

When you realised you were staring, your head whipped back around to the counter, fingers rhythmically tapped against the cool, grey countertop.

As the cashier you had walked back over, another from the back room walked out to help the two men. The moved to the counter beside you, only paying for a bottle of water and their gas. The cashier helping you handed the new drink to you, a forced smile plastered on their face. A small thank you left your lips as you turned and left, avoiding the men at the counter.

The cold night air enveloped you, an unwelcome sensation slivering up your spine. You glanced over your shoulder and watched as the two men walked out the gas station, their silhouettes ominously still, the light from the gas station surrounding them entirely, making them appear ethereal.

That sinking feeling slipped down your throat once again, making you start walking faster. The headlights from the car slowly trailed behind you before catching up and going just fast enough to keep you in the rear view mirror.

Maybe you were just paranoid? Who knows. At this point you were not willing to see if your gut feeling was true.

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Your feet carried you for another fifteen minutes, leaving you with only fifteen more until you reached the safe warmth of your home and the welcoming embrace of your parents.

The turn for your road came eventually, just a small dirt path off the side of the road with pine trees boxing in each side of the road. Quickly, you made the turn, gazing over your shoulder to see if the car had kept driving.

It did.

Despite the relief you felt, that underlying tone of worry had settled in the pit of your stomach. This refused to let you calm, keeping you in a horrible fight or flight state.

As you walked down the road wearily. Your headphones stayed on, helping you tune out some fear you had. Although this worked for a while, the feeling of being watched slipped into the back of your mind. You pushed that thought down, reminding yourself you had ten minutes left until you were home, until you were safe. As hard as you tried, nothing could keep this feeling down.

Suddenly, as if out of your control, you whipped your head around. Your face dropped.

There, following you from behind, was that car, it’s headlights turned off. You hadn’t heard the engine over your music. Then the car stopped, your heart sank. Their doors opened and the men stepped out, slowly making their way over to you cautiously, as if trying to keep an animal calm. Every step the men took was calculated, deciding what would keep you from freaking out and doing something drastic.

Nothing could at this point.

You took off down the road, leaping over potholes and racing through puddles. Your clothes were ruined and you were freezing.

With trembling hands, you reached for your phone, your legs moving as fast as they could. The sound of the men’s footsteps grew louder amongst the sounds of the forest which, despite being a few feet away, sounded so distant over the sound of your heart. Your eyes moved down to your phone screen, hands racing to dial your parents or 911.

In a blur, your phone flew from your hand as your shoe caught on a rock in the road, sending you flying onto your front. You lay there for a minute, your head spinning as you thought about everything. In an instant, you snapped back, getting to your feet, ignoring the stinging pain from your knee.

From then on, you staggered down the road, your injured knee making it neatly impossible to run. That would be your demise.

The heavy weight of a blunt object, you assumed to be a crowbar, smacked against the side of your head, knocking you to the floor and leaving you partially unconscious. The immense feeling of dread spilled up and went out your eyes. Tears flowed down your flushed cheeks as the man got up and flung you into his arms, holding you against his chest, his firm hands cracking your head as if it were fine china.

“Will,” the man spoke, his voice smooth due to his prominent accent, “do you believe they will suffice?”

The other man, Will, paused and walked over, tracing a gentle hand over your face, his palm lingering on your chin as he began to brush away stray tears. “Certainly more flighty than the last one but we can deal with that later, wouldn’t want our child escaping us first thing.”

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Finished Saturday October 5th 2024, 03:14.

5/10/24

Hannibal has never seen such bullshit

CACKLING

HE LOOKS SO DONEEE,, he just wants his hubby bro,, his lil smooch buddy,, his goofy husband,, his deranged partner who put him in this situation

That's it. That's the show.

This is what Hannibal was wearing when Will Graham rejected him, sat behind Wills house sobbing, and surrendering himself to Jack

Yall already know the episode I'm talking about

He misunderstood the assignment

I'm touch starved...I haven't eaten hands in DAYS

MINIMAL BLOOD WARNING AHEAD!!!

(in Hannibal Conext)

I am in fact very mentally stable and if you see a post in the news that I bit a man that is taken out of context

Murder Triumvirate: Clarice Starling, Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter in a special dinner.

Or when Hannibal did a special dinner for his spouses.

“Orion is above the horizon now, and near it Jupiter, brighter than it will ever be... But I expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same.”

Saw this photo, and me being me, decided go see if I could make out what these sauces were.

And now I am convinced that Hannibal eats Nutella, because you can not tell me that on the top shelf that isn't a jar of Nutella with the label taken off.

And yes Hannibal is likes to know what goes into his body and what not, but i'm going to guess that he likes to indulge a little now and then, seen as how it is almost full.

I honestly don't care what it actually is, it's Nutella now.

"The mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else."