The baby has some guests.

*pinches Holfast's bum*

*kidnaps something to sacrifice to the biggest baddest dragon of all*

Pass me some more alcohol big brother? Túrin seems to be sobering up.

((OOC AHAHAHA TURIN IS NOT GOING TO DIE DON'T WORRY PEOPLE))

*distributes propaganda indicating Eomund is the true and rightful king of Rohan*

Here I am. Just bringing my kid back to the elf. No car-bombs, no assassinations, no userping. Maybe just a little anti-gondor propaganda stuck up here and there but only when nobody's looking ( Read more... )

Nobody, NOBODY, is giving my grandchild to a dragon for ANY reason.

Except maybe Chomsky. She'd kick his ass. Too bad she's in the void or whatever.

Also: Can we have a war with Gondor again? Their fucker government is making me send Celegorm child support.

Conditioned to ecstasy, the [artist] is like a gorgeous unknown bird mired in the ashes of thought. If he succeeds in freeing himself, it is to make a sacrificial flight to the sun. His dreams of a regenerate world are but the reverberations of his own fevered pulse beats. He imagines the world will follow him, but in the blue he finds himself ( Read more... )

OEDIPUS ( Read more... )

Mundy: Check THIS out.

Eommie: Barbie car! And Malibu Barbie to go with it. Yay!

Eowyn 1: Watch. Calculator watch. Silver.

Eowyn 2: Yummy! You can share with your boyfriend.

New baby: Fireworks. Because you're never too young to start playing with explosives ( Read more... )

So I spawned zee brat and gave it to the elf who knocked me up.

I'm all better now. Mundy, give me the key to my drug closet.

My daughter and I are camped outside the Swanny City. Eowyn won the war in a very glorious and kingly way, and is enjoying the spoils of victory while she's at it. I only wish her father were here to see this. But I stabbed him sixteen times last night. Just to keep him from getting soft, you know ( Read more... )