Buying torches instead of making your own … typical lazy, millennial racists.
Buying torches instead of making your own … typical lazy, millennial racists.
Don't you mean . . .
This box is *small* . . .
True dat. At least *his* society seemed self-sufficient.
Don't praise the comments.
I see him more as a Craster-type:
[Everybody] Gets Molested
He's probably thinking of the good old days when the papacy's enemies lived conveniently short lives.
I wonder how this will go down with his WASP followers, the ones who believe the Pope is a demon who sucks the souls out of children at the behest of his Zionist overlords . . . or something.
I wouldn't say the Commander-in-Cheeto is "charismatic" as such, more like he knows how to grab and hold people's attention, like a screaming toddler who just won't shut up.
When the sun rises in the west.
It's an odd case of a bunch of genuinely good dramatic actors (Pete Postlethwaite, Paul McGann, Danny Webb) hamming it up like their lives depend on it. It's like some weird British farce that just happens to have a monster.
Elves and dragons aren't even creative.
My mum has no interest in sci-fi/fantasy.
Temper, temper,
"His personality flaws
Give me adequate cause
To send him packing on a one-way trip
So his prospects take a terminal dip!"
Steve Bannon, what are you doing here?
Considering how awful George is at comebacks, there's something so satisfying about knowing that Jason IRL delivers them so well.
Which one is Wormtongue? Spicer or Miller?