Thranduil: -runs up to Thorin and leans in very close to his face-
Thranduil: DO NOT SPEA-
Thorin: Did you just spit in my face
Thranduil: Consider it to be holy water
*sudden realization that next year is like 3 weeks away*
Hey macklemore can we go thrift shopping
- Courfeyrac: You seem more cynical than usual, R. Are you sober?
- Grantaire: Courf, it’s 8 am.
- Enjolras: So it’s not that.
I’ve always wondered if God gets excited when we finally find the person He created us to be with. Or if He is watching and is like, “That was them! NO. NO. TURN AROUND! YOU MISSED THEM! THAT WAS THEM!”
“UGH, WHY ARE ALL MY OTPS WALKING BY EACH OTHER WITHOUT NOTICING!”
We are in a giant reality tv show and God and the angels are the fandom.
thunderstorms are nothing more than ship wars going on in heaven