me when i was a child who had a crush on a girl and didn’t understand it or know what to do with it: pulls a handful of grass from the ground and sprinkles it over her head
You fuckers do this with everything. You just cut words into thirds and add a random vowel. Slang is supposed to make language more economical, not make you sound like a British toddler. Do you call plumbers “plummos” and dock workers “dockies” christ now I’m giving you ideas.
1. zuko does one good thing and immediately falls very ill
2. jet tries to get iroh and zuko arrested for firebending by yelling about how they heated up their tea. in a tea shop. where they work. where they’re supposed to heat tea
Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give
it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment.
Even the very wise cannot see all ends.
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) dir. Peter Jackson
the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.