Starch in My Britches

I managed to get some writing done after all, but goddamn, do I want to choke the bitch who keeps uploading photos of a Rammstein tribute band under the Rammstein tag on Flickr. The same shitty pictures keep popping up on Written? Rammstein!. I can only surmise the uploader is either a member of the band or a proud girlfriend. Bless you, but they're really not that awesome, and I'm betting that the only people who care are you and their parents. It looks even worse when it comes on the heels of a picture of the real Rammstein. Real!Richard will be hotter than Fake!DocMarten!Punk!Richard and Skinny!Till. Every time.

More Fine Police Work

Houston Police Shoot One-Armed, One-Legged, Paralyzed Man in a Wheelchair Because Officers Were in Fear for Their Lives

Oh, America. What kind of oafs are carrying badges these days? Two hulking, armed policemen felt threatened by a double-amputee in a wheelchair and brandishing a pen? Kick the chair over or tip it sideways. Threat over. Handcuff his hand to his foot and deposit him inside the cruiser. I'm guessing the officer just got pissed at being defied by a cripple and shot because he could. Power-tripping asshole.

Well, It Caught My Attention

Found on WTFFanfiction Tumblr:

“Harry again had a dream that night. In his dream, there was somebody’s vagina sitting on the table.”

I...what? It's such a surreal line that I want to see how the rest of the story goes even though I know it will be badfic.