Your job in heaven is to look after the pets whose owners have not arrived yet. It’s your first day
NOTE: Just wrote this on Instagram, am re-posting here.
By the end of the first week in heaven, most of the animals owners had arrived. However, there was one dog. He waited, day in, day out for his master to come. And everyday, he’d trot up to me and ask the same question: “Am I a good boy?” I’d smile. “Of course you are, Buddy!” But as the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months, Buddy became more discouraged. I too began to wonder where the poor dogs master was. So I went to God. He flipped through the roll and couldn’t find Buddy’s owner anywhere.
I walked to where Buddy lay under a tree, the cooling shade playing on his soft, golden coat. He had his eyes closed, head resting on the fresh grass.
“I know why my master isn’t here.” He said out of the blue. “He wasn’t a good boy.” I lay down next to Buddy. “What do you mean?” I asked. He continued. “He killed the little good boy. His little good boy. So I bit him. Again. And again. Until he stopped moving. Then the people with nets and guns showed up and they pointed one at me and then I was here.”
We lay silent for quite some time. Slow tears rolled down my cheeks. The lump in my throat made it difficult to talk, but I managed to say the words.
“Buddy, you’re the goodest boy there is.”
*cries*
It wasn’t long after that when we found the little boy. He was with the children whose parents hadn’t arrived yet. There were bright faced kids running around, excited to be full of energy and life again. But one boy sat by himself, sad and still, and I knew that it was him. After a few minutes talking to the guardian looking after these children, some whose parents would be there soon, some whose parents wouldn’t come at all, I learned the boy would play with the others, but he wouldn’t speak.
Difficulty adjusting was common enough for murder cases, the guardian said, but so hard to see in small children.
Buddy recognized the boy right away and sprinted toward him. The boy looked up with wide eyes and threw his arms around Buddy’s neck. The embrace seemed to last forever, but before I knew it, the pair leaped up and began to play.
Without a word, it was decided. The two good boys were each other’s now.
hello! so i am extremely into the hannibal fandom right now, and it’s been kinda difficult to find hannibal blogs, so like/reblog this if you post about hannibal and i will follow you 🙂
remember 2012 when the first avengers came out and we all thought they were gonna live in avengers tower together and be a big happy family and clint existed and thor was obsessed with poptarts for some reason,
And for some reason Clint always ended up in the air vents and they had movie nights
I just want to make it totally clear on here too, apologies for the wank:
It is incredibly important that as a result of watching this show we are not desensitised to actual crime and violence and abuse. Hannibal and Will are fictional, the lack of boundaries involved in their love and understanding of one another are fictional and impossible and not repeatable for any real life people, and their actions do not cause actual harm. They are not a yard stick by which to compare or god forbid even make light of the real life suffering of actual human beings, whether that suffering is even by chance potentially self inflicted or not.
As fannibals, we are pre-judged a great deal by the nature of the content we enjoy, and I have seen a lot of people work incredibly hard in order to assure people that we don’t actually enjoy real life violence, we know where the boundary is and that everything we enjoy is fictional and that as a result of the extra thought on the subject matter we are more informed about how abuses of this nature can occur in real life, how to spot them, and also to raise money for causes which help those afflicted. I have never felt the need to describe that boundary with anyone who was in the fandom before and that changed today, and it’s really upset me.
Although I understand there is a curiosity involved in the psychology etc of real world crime, and that a sort of curiosity of some capacity does bring a lot of people here. I watch crime docs on Netflix because it’s so otherworldly and I do find it interesting. But sensitivity around that is more important than anything else, infinitely more important than a TV show, or a joke, or a social media post.
It’s important to remember that, if you place Hannibal stuff in the real world, it not only represents all of us, but also that it represents the show. Bad press could kill our hard fought and built reputation which could kill any chance of more of the show, because this fandom is a huge draw for any broadcaster who wants to take us on, a ready made publicity machine. If that publicity isn’t positive, we’re screwed.
I just wanted my position on this to be made incredibly clear, because as I said I know fannibals who have fought tirelessly to create this boundary and to make it plain. I won’t tolerate seeing things of this nature, and to protect myself I will block anyone who is going to far and is visible to me. Today made me think and I’m actually incredibly sad now. As the cause of this was both on twitter and tumblr I thought I’d post on both.
Mostly reblogs and random words 