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problematic-maverick:

heartofoshun:

nimium-amatrix-ingenii-sui:

canuckianhawkguy:

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Legolas: Son of Elendil, son of Amandil, son of Númendil —

Elrond: If you go all the way back to Eärendil now I’m going to throttle you myself

The perfect marriage of book and movie verse!

-son of Tuor, husband of Idril daughter of Turgon, son of Fingolfin, son of Finwë Noldorán, first king of the Ñoldor.

jewishamericanbatmelech:

chal-converts:

progressivejudaism:

shomermitzvah:

““In the case of one who establishes his sukkah at the top of a tree or atop a camel, the sukkah is valid, but one may not ascend and enter it on the first Festival day because the Sages prohibit climbing or using trees or animals on the Festival.””

— Talmud Bavli, Masechet Sukkah 22b

FYI in case your thinking about building your Sukkah on your 🐫 this year.

I’ll keep that in mind

this was written in response to his ancestors

nihilisticmarshmallow:

goldfish-moriarty:

goldstandardkirk:

obviously it’s completely tragic that sam kirk died and jim was too late to save him but i snorted so hard when they rolled him over and it was just william shatner wearing a fake moustache

Was he literally the only person you could find to play a dead blonde man? You legit did not have to do that but it’s funnier that you did.

Their budget was $12 and a single bag of instant coffee, bless them

consultingaytective:

what is my perfect crime? i break into tiffany’s at midnight. do i go for the vault? no, i go for the chandelier. it’s priceless. as i’m taking it down, a woman catches me. she tells me to stop. it’s her father’s business. she’s tiffany. i say no. we make love all night. in the morning, the cops come and i escape in one of their uniforms. i tell her to meet me in mexico, but i go to canada. i don’t trust her. besides, i like the cold. thirty years later, i get a postcard. i have a son and he’s the chief of police. this is where the story gets interesting. i tell tiffany to meet me in paris by the trocadero. she’s been waiting for me all these years. she’s never taken another lover. i don’t care. i don’t show up. i go to berlin. that’s where i stashed the chandelier.