Ocrlover - A Tired Canuck Ruled By A Giant, Himbo Feline

*Ashton-ing intensifies*

warden. its from the emperor. 

The Beast that Bothers

I love them.

rip to my wife abigail and her husband magnus, they were too powerful and sensible to survive the first act of gideon the ninth

“Fiat lux! If you want to talk improbable, let’s talk about this”—a scrape of stone on stone—“being three thousand and some years older than this.” A heavy clunk.

“Inexplicable, Warden.”

“Certainly not. Like everything else in this ridiculous conglomeration of cooling gas, it’s perfectly explicable, I just need to explic-it.”

“Indubitable, Warden.”

“Stop that. I need you listening, not racking your brain for rare negatives. Either this entire building was scavenged from a garbage hopper, or I am being systematically lied to on a molecular level.”

“Maybe the building’s shy.”

“That is just tough shit for the building.”

Love Roy Kent

“You can’t resist singing Frozen. Is that a Brett Goldstein thing or a Roy Kent thing?” “No, that is a Roy Kent thing. It was a very conscious choice [in the script].”

them

Imagine that. You're Aragorn. You're Isildur's heir. You inspire loyalty wherever you go. All who know you love you. Your people will follow you into the gates of hell. You're a deadly and valiant soldier, yet your hands also have magical healing powers. You save Middle Earth and become a great and beloved king.

You're own creator still says you're not good enough for Eowyn

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from Baked Goods