deadcatwithaflamethrower:

fuckscottsummers:

fuckscottsummers:

“I’m a loner,” Logan says, as he video chats with his bff Nightcrawler (or Elf, as he calls him) from the headquarters of one of the 17 non-x-men teams he’s on, mid-conversation about the health and progress of various teammates and students. His phone rings. It’s a picture, from Jubilee, of a squirrel that reminded her of him. He replies with an ‘unamused’ selfie, but his day is made. 

this is the squirrel 

accurate.

disembodied-doll:

absynthe–minded:

misbehavingmaiar:

defniel:

misbehavingmaiar:

Update: Sauron is not afraid of hobbits. He was unaware that hobbits existed up until very recently.  he literally did not have time to be afraid of them, they went from a 0 to 100 threat level in twenty seconds. There he was, minding his own business worrying about the usual Elves and Men when suddenly these kids are on his lawn and now he’s dead, like just; 

What did— who– 

did I just get one-shotted by an infant how is this occurring 

Honestly I have to love this whole thought process that the Fellowship must have cultivated in Sauron, like…

“These children have found the Ring! But they’re taking it to the elves, of course. I will simply have to catch them on the way.”

“Well, the elves are still not to be trifled with, it seems. It looks as though they have a group of intrepid heroes, how cute! Wait, who’s leading them? Aw, hell.”

“OKAY! Olorin’s out of the way, and now I can finally kill them all and reclaim the- OH DAMMIT, IT’S IN LOTHLORIEN.”

“Well, okay. They’ve taken it onward. Curunir says one of the halflings is still carrying the ring, so he’s going to capture them and we’ll see how this develops. Thankfully Olorin’s still out of the picture and their little group just shattered into pieces, so that’s one less thing to worry about.”

“Aaaaaand Curunir shat the bed. Excellent. Trees, who would have thought? Okay, so we’re back to plan A: conquer Gondor, because if the Ring’s going to be anywhere, it’ll be there.”

“Wait, who’s on the– Isildur’s WHAT? Ohhhh. Ohohoho. Oh now everything makes sense. Isildur’s Heir is back, and he’s here being all prideful again. That’s fine. Really. I’ll just crush him and his kingdom, and then nobody can stop me!”

“WHAT? FUCKING WHAT? THEY SENT HIM BACK? Ugh, alright, alright, I’m cool, I’m fine. He’s still got that stupid wizard costume on, and I’m still stronger than he ever was. It’s not like he can come toe to toe with me, even if he does have an army behind him. This’ll be fine.”

“They’re… actually marching on the Black Gate? Sweet lord, I didn’t think they’d actually do it! This is perfect, everyone’s right here! Olorin, the human princeling, most of the remaining fighting forces of Men, all I have to do is kill them now and– Wait. Someone just put on the Ring. Someone just– That’s a halfling. They’re inside the mouNTAIN OH GOD NAZGUL GO GO G–”

…aaaaaand curtain.

you can laugh but that is literally what happened

This is the single best brief summary I have ever seen of the entire point of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

bogleech:

spacedijks:

oldschoolfrp:

Mind flayer using psionic attack, by Tom Wham from the AD&D Monster Manual, TSR, 1977.

d&d 3.5e-5e art: Epic Fantasy Arte

d&d 3e art: same but weirder

ad&d 2e art: stuff that looks like things a drug dealer obsessed with led zeppelin would paint on his van

everything earlier, including this: editorial cartoons from the Neverwinter Herald

emysabath:

thorinobsessed:

wombatking:

thorkyrie:

After everything that happened in Ragnarok, imagine Thor hearing about Steve and Tony’s fight and being like “Really?! Thats why you all stopped working together?! Just get over it! I did! I’m still friends with Loki and he’s betrayed me three times since breakfast! This petty mortal shit is nothing!”

Loki: “Can confirm, poisoning his mead right now.”

Thor: “Ha! I’ve built up an immunity.”

Now I feel I was cheated on Civil War

Steve: “Well, we disagreed about this big political thing, and I mean big – almost every country in the world was involved.”

Thor: *nodding* “Right.”

Steve: “So we started to fight, I mean really fight.  We each had about half a dozen friends backing us up.”

Thor: *nodding* “Always best to bring your friends along”

Steve: “And by the end, it was just me and Tony, and we… we really pounded each other…. no holding back.”

Thor: *nodding* “The most honorable way to fight”

Steve:  “So now we’re not friends anymore.”

Thor: “… you lost me.”