I’ve been meaning to getting around to doing something for you guys, but I just completely didn’t think of anything, considering I’m terrible at giveaways. So, the very least that I could do for y’all would be to give you a follow forever, with the majority of my favourite blogs.
♔ Legend ♔
Bold = Interacted and Favourite.
Just because you aren’t bolded doesn’t mean I don’t love you!
PSA: these are just some of my favourite blogs, just because you are not on here, doesn’t mean I don’t love you with my entire heart. I appreciate every single one of you! I can’t believe I have almost 500 of you gracious people.
♔ Special Dedications ♔
devourtheimpolite& unconventionalpsychiatrist : Not only are they ran by the same mun- Hannimun; my turtle, this Hannibal and Bedelia account are genuinely two of the best blogs out there. She is a beautiful writer and captures the essense of both characters beautifully, and she is one of the best writers I have ever met- despite the fact that she will deny it. She’s beautiful inside and out, and 110% worth everyone’s time. <3
anempathsbecoming : You were my first follower, ever. And for that- even though we no longer interact, I owe you a dedication and a hug for sticking with me so long. <3
Alana glared at Jack, placing a hand on her hip. This was her battle stance, and Jack Crawford knew that more than all people. “I’m telling you what really happened, Jack.” she snapped at him.
Alana rolled her eyes at Jack. She had a liste of colourful names running through her head that she was just aching to call him, but she bit her tongue, she always had to bite her tongue because if she didn’t they both knew that that she would tear him apart.
“Are we done here, or are you going to scold me like a knidergardener, some more?” she asked him, shaking her head. She was entirely unimpressed that he found her so chidlish.
Jack gave a look at the woman trying to relax his narrowed eyebrows. ”I’ve said that the conversation is over Alana.” Replied at her, moving his hand as a ‘stop’. He wasn’t going to say nothing more about the matter. “And changing of subject, Doctor Lecter is going to prepare a dinner in his home, I guess that he will call you soon…”
Alana glared at Jack, placing a hand on her hip. This was her battle stance, and Jack Crawford knew that more than all people. “I’m telling you what really happened, Jack.” she snapped at him.
She pulled her arms tightly across her chest and huffed at Jack. She couldn’t lie to him, but where was the proof that it wasn’t just the students making up things to start drama? She liked that notion. That was the one she was going to stick with.
“How do you even know that it wasn’t just students trying to cause trouble?” she defended herself. “However, let’s just drop it. I’ll make sure none of this happens again.” she grunted, knowing that this was nearly impossible to win.
Jack arched an eyebrow not wanting to offend at Alana. “Because I’m not blind Alana. I see the way you look at him and how he returners the glances. And for if you have forgotten, you are in the F.B.I. Academy, where the students learn how to find evidences, and I don’t want that them take practical to find evidences in your flirtation, it distracts them from their real purpose. And now, let’s drop it as you said. The conversation is over.” He said that last word with emphasis, hoping that not have to talk about this matter with Alana again.
Alana glared at Jack, placing a hand on her hip. This was her battle stance, and Jack Crawford knew that more than all people. “I’m telling you what really happened, Jack.” she snapped at him.
She continued scowling at him, she didn’t think that softening up her look would do her any good. It certainly wouldn’t earn her any brownie points, not with him. “What exactly did you hear?” she asked him.
”Last night. Two of the professors were making out in the room of the old files.” He made a emphasis in the words ‘making out’ to leave clear of what he was talking about.
It was gossips, but he was aware of their feelings, is not that he were showing them around, but Jack Crawford wasn’t blind. “Knowing you, I doubt that the gossips were true, but, since now on, be careful of what you two do.”
Alana glared at Jack, placing a hand on her hip. This was her battle stance, and Jack Crawford knew that more than all people. “I’m telling you what really happened, Jack.” she snapped at him.
“Don’t you dare punish him for anything.” she scowled at Jack, maintaining her stern attitude with him. If anyone would be punished, she would much rather it be her, even though there was no real reason to punish either of them. Two grown ups are allowed to have moments of passion, and steal kisses without repercussions.
Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose, about to lose his patience, and then replied her words. “Alana, if I had to punish someone, is because you two, carried this too far.”Jack wasn’t forbidding them to deepen their relationship, but if they wanted, it must be out of work. As a adults and professionals, they must to behave and keep their personal life out.
Alana glared at Jack, placing a hand on her hip. This was her battle stance, and Jack Crawford knew that more than all people. “I’m telling you what really happened, Jack.” she snapped at him.
Jack put a hand above the other and left his arms downward. “And why everybody is gossiping? In each classroom that I enter I only hear the names of Will Graham and Alana Bloom.” Spoke in calmly trying to not yell at the woman but his nerves were starting to not stand it more…
Alana let out a scoff. “Of course they’re gonig to talk. We’re always arond eachother.” Alana defended them, with every inch of her being. “There’s nothing more to it than a bunch of gossips.”
The agent gave a step toward the psychiatrist and raised slightly his voice, the gossips that he heard, insinuated certain encounters. “For your own sake, I hope that they were just that, a bunch of gossips! I’d not like to have to temporarily suspend at Will.”
Alana glared at Jack, placing a hand on her hip. This was her battle stance, and Jack Crawford knew that more than all people. “I’m telling you what really happened, Jack.” she snapped at him.
Jack put a hand above the other and left his arms downward. “And why everybody is gossiping? In each classroom that I enter I only hear the names of Will Graham and Alana Bloom.” Spoke in calmly trying to not yell at the woman but his nerves were starting to not stand it more…
