galesofnovember:

Yesterday at the foster clinic there was a woman with a litter of tiny, tiny kittens, one of whom was a beautiful orange and white creamsicle.  I told her, “I love orange boy cats, they are all so stupid.” and the foster mom said to me, with tears of love in her eyes, face glowing with maternal pride, “He is only 6 days old and I can already tell that he’s going to be so stupid!”

Gimli: I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Aragorn: You were flirting with Legolas last night.
Gimli: So? He’s my boyfriend.
Aragorn: You asked him if he was single.
Aragorn: And cried when he said he wasn’t.

Silmarillion Onion Headlines: Part 2, The Secondborn

Beor: Archaeologists Uncover Last Human To Die Happy
Andreth: Child Assured It Will Be Long Time Before He Dies
Barahir: Near-Death Experience Followed By Right-On-The-Money-Death Experience
Beren: Bad Boy Fencing Star Implicated In Yet Another Daring Jewel Heist
Morwen: Sole Survivor Of Plane Crash Suffering From Survivor’s Pride
Turin: Disaster, Could It Strike Again?
Nienor: Study: Depression Up Among Teenage Girls Able To Perceive Any Part Of World Around Them
Hurin: Man Wakes From Nightmare Relieved It Only Expression Of His Real-Life Problems
Tuor: ‘The Time To Act Is Now,’ Says Yellowing Climate Change Report Sitting In University Archive
Haleth: Woman Confusingly Tells Area Man She’s Not Interested In Him
Erendis and Aldarion: Amazon.com Recommendations Understand Area Woman Better Than Husband
Tar-Ancalime: Area Woman Not A Morning, Afternoon, Or Night Person
Ar-Pharazon: Study Finds Majority Of Deaths Caused By Failure To Heed Omens
Tar-Miriel: How Climate Change Will Affect You
Elendil: Jake Hyland Of Kansas City, MO Chosen As Nation’s Designated Survivor In Case Rest Of Country Wiped Out During Presidential Address

thepaisleyelf:

so you know how people are like “but why didn’t the eagles drop Gandalf and company closer to the Lonely Mountain”

well they actually explain this in the book–when Gwaihir the Lord of the Eagles dumps them all off he’s like “yeah sorry bro we’d take you closer but we don’t like to fly near villages full of people because they suck and they’d shoot us with their arrows cause they’d think we were there to steal and eat their sheep and okay normally they’d be totally right cause sheep are super delish but yeah this is as far as we go. Also we don’t give a shit about dwarves anyway and I only did this as a personal favor for Gandalf cause he and I are true homies so whatever Im not actually sorry”

I think that’s pretty close to the original text, anyway

fencer-x:

marcvscicero:

writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page 

I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all fronts, knowing not my enemy’s name nor his face nor whether our battle is done.