my great uncle Bob is exactly what you’d expect from an australian farmer. he’s approximately 65 years old and he’s a cattle farmer on a station (a station is a fuck off huge ranch, basically, it’s a couple thousand acres) and he’s this beanpole of a man who looks like he’s spent his entire life outside because, well, he has. he also drives this ancient beat-up yellow ute which is more rust than car at this point and was made in approximately 1980. it’s old.
anyway he was driving to the far end of the station the other day and an emu ran out in front of his car and he hit it, only it didn’t die, it came flying through the windshield, still alive and mostly unharmed. so there’s my uncle and this emu which is now sitting in the front seat of his car and understandably the emu is pretty pissed off and the first thought that goes through Bob’s head is “oh shit it’s going to start kicking me” so he figures the best way to stop it doing that is to punch it in the face and that is the story of how my uncle got in a fistfight with an emu.
this is the most australian thing i’ve ever read. this is the essence of australia
I had heard/read somewhere that the Prof wished for people to build on his foundation and continue to grow his universe, but omg I hadn’t actually… connected it… to fanfiction…
I literally type the letter D into my url bar, and my top two results are basically “did you mean: sansukh feels?”
@determamfidd I feel like there’s a “get the D” joke to be had here, but I can’t.
omg PFFFFFFTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
(also – *blushes furiously* omg omg omg are you for real)
Someone: So what is your biggest fear?
Me: Peter Jackson is allowed to make a movie adaptation of the Silmarillion. All the characters are white dudes. There are 45 parts and still all the relevant plot is left out. Lúthien is turned into Action Girl who will need saving during the climax. Mîm is only there for comic relief. Feanor is shown 0.2 seconds during the prologue. Everybody who is not in the Lay of Leithian or the Narn gets erased. Somehow, Legolas is there.
2 – On the BUS. It was the stupidest thing I ever did because I started sobbing uncontrollably in front of a bunch of strangers and that was the worst. I blame you for that. I don’t know what magic you’re infusing your fic with but you need to stop because I don’t know if my heart can take much more of these feels. When you finally finish this fic, I think I might actually go the way of the elves and fade from sheer heartbreak. Just to let you know. I hope you feel bad, you terrific author, you.
omg whoa
holyyyy hannah
*shoves all the tissues at you* THANK YOU, THANK YOUUUUU THANK YOU SO SO MUCH – oh my goodness, i am gonna SCREECH here but a) the toddler is in bed, and b) it’s bad for the voice, and c) nope, gonna do it anyway: – SCREEEEEEEEECH…!
seriously, this is just such a lovely message! God, I am so so sorry about the bus ride! And no, no magic (i wishhh), just lots of tappity tapping and baking my poor brain, I suppose. NO FADING ALLOWED, NOPE. augh I really do feel a bit sheepish about that bus ride!
SORRY AND THANK YOU, SORRY AND THANK YOU THANK YOU FOREVER!