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Winners
hannigrahmy , hanni-beargummy , frostedbootyflakes , sahlazarslytherin , eightheads , lapidemxreginam , bururaven , furiarossa , color-division and scarletsword
yay
email me or send me an ask reply in 48 hours
Thank you for existing. Bottom!Hannibal gives me life.
thank u for existing and enjoying bottom!hanni with us friendo
Yay for reblogging disney music!
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YAY FOR REBLOGGING THE BEST DISNEY MUSIC 8D
GTA, Ontario, Canada. Hope I did this right :)
yes ouf course! Added! (:
i'm so conflicted because i have like, four baby hatchling original stories that need to be nurtured and fed so they stay alive and healthy and grow, but i also really want to write that 'hannibal-goes-to-will-in-jail-and-they're-murder-husbands' fic that i was talking about in blink's chat with scarletsword (whose tumblr i need to find because she is perf)
but I also haven't written fanfiction or anything particularly long since middle school, and I don't want to fuck it up
Crowley/Bobby.
(I'm sorry if this isn't the best! I've only just begun season 5 but I know quite a bit about Crowley from tumblr and the supernatural wiki, so I'm trying my best!) Finally, after all this time, he had him backed into a corner. The mother-fucking King of Hell. "What'cha gonna do now?" Bobby questioned smugly, gripping tightly on the handle of the colt.
"Well there redneck boy, the real question is what are you going to do? Shoot me? You really think that is going to work?" Crowley replied raising an eyebrow. He sauntered closer to Bobby. Closer and closer and closer. They were practically cheek to cheek. "You couldn't do it even if you wanted to." whispered the demon. He kissed the other man's cheek softly, "next time redneck."
And just likt that, the demon was gone.
"...BALLS."