Hannibal Growling Is My Religion, And Oh Im Such A Monk

hannibal growling is my religion, and oh im such a monk

Today I had an epiphany: Hannibal must mince drivers with road rage.

Like imagine this man cruising on the highway, jamming out to Bach’s Goldberg Variations, having a grand old time as Hannibal is bound to do and then some truck decides to drive up his ass.

Rude doesn’t even begin to describe it when the trucker flips Hannibal the bird. You can bet that license plate is already committed to memory. Soon thereafter, the truck driver’s name will be catalogued within Hannibal’s rolodex, alongside the business cards of pigs to be served…

The driver would make a splendid sorbet.

Not to mention, the dog in the truck driver’s passenger seat, would make an excellent contribution to Will’s pack of furry friends.

Astrology, MBTI, and All

If you’re looking for astrology, MBTI, or other shit-posts you have reached your destination. Look no further. - (d.n.k)

Things the Venus Signs Would Say

The Zodiac as Jessi Songs

The Zodiac as MARINA Songs

The Zodiac as Jackson Wang Songs

Zodiac Opposites as Lana Del Rey Songs

My Astrological Playlist <3

I made a complicated helpful chart for anyone who was unclear about relationships in Hannibal. This shit's more messed up than the Miraculous Ladybug love square.

you won't like me when i'm psychoanalyzed (a will graham playlist)

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i have let you know me, see me (a hannibal lecter playlist)

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The Happenings of Olympus

This is a poetry collection about the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus. They are monstrous to one another, much in the way that humans are. There are allusions to rape, ableism, and references to literary works of the ancient Greeks and Romans.

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My mother told me the droplets that fell from above were the tears of gods. She said that the gods cried like how humans cried. I always wondered what gods could have to cry about. They were gods! Everyone knows that they could do anything they wanted. They could wield the Earth as their weapon. They could be any being, anywhere, at any time. They were immortal. The gods knew no end, no death, no sorrow!

Little me didn’t understand that they were flawed from the very beginning.

The gods experienced everything forever. There was no rest, no slumber. How can one be motivated if their clock never stops ticking? If the sand in their hourglass will never run out? War, famine, death, and disease. The gods have passed through many lifetimes of nothing. Are the gods alive, if they aren’t capable of dying? The tears of gods are shed for the death that’ll always be out of grasp. Humans face divine retribution for the gods are jealous of what they themselves cannot have,

Death.

Queen of the Gods

Man's Greatest Fear

The Dynamics of Peace and War

The Hunters of Artemis

The God of Fire

To Trick a God

Death Spares No One

Dear Hades,