Hannibal needs a new secretary, because she was very rude. Will needs a
new job, because his boss just turned up as the Chesapeake Ripper’s
newest kill. It’s a match made in blood.
Aka I wrote a thing! And not the thing I was supposed to be writing because this is clearly not my Big Bang that I should be working on. Oh well. Also this is like … way over the 1k word count. Oops.
Thanks to the folks at @hannibalcreative for inspiring this. And by inspiring I mean tickling my muse so much she wouldn’t shut up for twelve hours until I finally wrote the damn thing. Still love you though.
A pair of teenagers from Oklahoma might seem like your typical young couple, but their love story is unlike many others. The transgender couple actually transitioned together.
Just two years ago, Arin Andrews and Katie Hill hadn’t transitioned yet. The two had struggled with their identities throughout childhood; Hill had struggled with bullying. Then one day they met at a trans support group, after each had begun the transitioning process, and they fell in love.
Found this ridiculously sweet story today and wanted to share it with my followers.
theres some dude outside trying to walk back to his dorm but he keeps getting blown around by wind and rain is flying into his face and he just stopped and screamed “BRING IT ON SANDY YOU BITCH I CAN TAKE IT”
you know what i really want? a modern dudebro vampire. just a typical obnoxious straight boy in a neon tank top and cargo shorts who also happens to be a creature of the night.
“okay, dude, i’m only feeding on you ‘cause i’m starving and there aren’t any hot girls around. no homo.” “wait, you’re gonna suck my blood?” “no, i’m gonna drink your blood. i don’t suck, that’s gay. don’t make this weird, bro”
“ah, i see you’re staring pensively out the window, chad. ruminating on the curse of your newfound immortality?” “nah man, it’s just… i got, like, some flecks of blood on my adidas while i was feeding and they haven’t come out…”
“we do not drink… wine.” “okay but is beer cool? and can we still smoke weed?”
he joins a 24-hour gym because being undead and allergic to sunlight is no excuse for skipping leg day. tragic music swells as he looks over his “sun’s out guns out” tanks (he has seven of them). his coven is a fraternity. someone make this happen
now that’s what i call ineffective tumblr discourse! featuring such hits as “why aren’t you talking about this thing you didn’t know about”, “this 3-hour-old post has 20k notes instead of 100k clearly you’re all willfully ignoring it”, “if you don’t reblog this you’re a bad person”, & more manipulative bullshit that only exists to make the person saying it feel holier than thou!