tosquinha:

emilyenrose:

chirabella:

emilyenrose:

sathinfection:

magpiescholar:

sathinfection:

*breaks into sweat at people thinking books were common items prior to the dissemination of the printing press*

*sweats harder at people thinking books were valued for their text rather than their labor*

I always just tell myself that when authors say “he had a truly extensive library!” they mean “He had like, ten and a quarter books!” instead of “hundreds of volumes!”  It makes me feel better.

“Her library was so big you had to use two hands to carry it!”

Suspension of disbelief is a funny thing. Dragons roaming around, setting things on fire, eating herds of sheep? Yeah. People having actual libraries in stuff that’s ambiguously set in the medieval period? THIS IS UNREALISTIC. 

“Wow, that guy’s so smart, he’s got hundreds of books.”

“What do you mean, smart? You’re implying this dumbass has to actually READ them?”

#i will mutter ‘elves were an oral society’ to myself all alone in my corner (via sathinfection)

IMMORTALITY AND PERFECT MEMORY AND LITERALLY EVERYONE HAS AT LEAST A DECENT SINGING VOICE. of course they were an oral society. 

#feanor invents writing: everyone else is like ‘uh cool?’#‘what’s it for?’ (via emilyenrose)

So now I’m picturing him retaliating by refusing to communicate except in writing.

of course.

Tumblr Gothic

aplusbabe:

-You see a funny post. After you read it, you move your cursor to the like button. It is already red. You have never seen that post before.

-Your dash is filled with strangers. Maybe you knew them once, but you cannot remember that time.

-Someone has sent you a message. “I would appreciate it if you would go to my page and try out my game!” You block them and delete the message. A few minutes later, you have a new message.

-There is a new update. There is a new update. There is a new update. Everything looks the same. The users are outraged.

-You complain to your friends about how much you hate Tumblr. “Why do you still use it, then?” You start to sweat. You’ve already said too much.

-You scroll through your dashboard. Your eyes glaze over. You no longer see the posts. You keep scrolling.

letslipthehounds:

peachdoxie:

jaclcfrost:

imagine a sleepover with all of your favorite characters. like. all of them. each and every one

I’m pretty sure that would result in at least two murders, a trip to the emergency room, and several accounts of arson.

… I know there would be kidnappings and sword fights (and lightsaber fights, two distinct things) and several murders and probably a few people being turned into toads.  And a few “Divide By Cucumber Error.”

… Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa would stop the people from the other fandoms, lots of whom are on different sides, from killing each other. Elrond and some of the other people from the 3rd Age would help. I hope.

Everyone else will be either too confused or actively making things worse.

valiantnedspreciouslittlegirl:

thetasteoffire:

lyannas:

so for how many generations do y’all think stark men have been telling their children dramatic ass things like “when the snow falls and the wihite wind blows, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives”

8000, say ~25 years a generation = 320 generations of Extra But Chilly motherfuckers. 

#i mean this is the family that had dramatic ritual blood sacrifices in front of trees #that built a mausoleum in the basement filled with huge statues of their other dead extra ass family instead of just burying them #that has a Take Your 7 Year Old Son To An Execution rite of passage #the Starks know no chill but the cold (via @insomniarama)