This is the place where dead grass grows.

*gets out lawnmower*

Well, it looks like my son is dead. Again.

Oh well. Guess I'll have to pack my bags for Cerin Amroth. I know, I know, dying of grief is so done, but it can't be helped. Maybe if my son would stop being such a self-centered horsefucking ingrate with no regard for his ada's fragile health, this wouldn't have to happen. But unfortunately, life ( Read more... )

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MAMA!!

:D :D :D

(We will now return you to your regularly scheduled stuffy elf lord.)

Guess what.


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Mun note ( Read more... )

Hmm. It's Thursday.

Oh wait. That means it's
BETROTHAL DAY!!!!!!!!

Well, let's get down to it, shall we?

This week, Elrofuck specifically asked us to be the victim chosen child. He's very lonely lately. I think we'll have to buy him a new Glorfie Stardust cardboard cutout if this continues ( Read more... )

Okay, okay, the fits of denial and retardation are over. I can now deal with everything. You know, II being some sort of maia thingie now, and Gilly TOTALLY HATING ME OMG and my son being in a zoo and whatnot. (At least Elrobeth hasn't exploded. YET. However, he's no longer just a horsefucker--he's an incestuous one. There is no Eru [I didn't ( Read more... )

My daughter didn't kill herself! :)

There aren't thirteen Galadriels! There isn't even one. Galadriel was just a children's story. :)

This burrito does not contain my daughter's sweet dead flesh! :)

There are no spare kinslayers hanging around my house! :)

This milk isn't spoiled! :)

Life is perfect! :)

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We had a real doozy for Betrothal Day this week, but we will not overshadow Arthur's special day. Yes, that's right, Arthur, the daughter we are sort of confused by and do not actually acknowledge at times is getting married to Isildur. Woo. Um, she/he/it is your cousin, you know. But it is no worse than Aragorn, I suppose ( Read more... )