"Some Of These Are Powerful Nations, Gentlemen. Many Of Them Don't Like Klatch's Current Expansionist

"Some of these are powerful nations, gentlemen. Many of them don't like Klatch's current expansionist outlook, but they don't like us much, either."

"Whyever not?" said Lord Selachii.

"Well, because during our history those we haven't occupied we've tended to wage war on," said Lord Vetinari. "For some reason the slaughter of thousands of people tends to stick in the memory."

"Oh, history," said Lord Selachii. "That's all in the past!"

"A good place for history, agreed," said the Patrician solemnly.

Terry Pratchett, Jingo

I have no idea what this is but i woke up in cold sweat thinking about this scene and HAD to make this apparently. 

I swear, Tumblr actually quivers like there's a small earthquake whenever Misha Collins does a thing. Like, I won't find out until tomorrow morning what he's done this time, but I know he's done something...

It's like a great disturbance in the force.

i NEED to come up with some kind of stealth marketing tactic to get the tumblr girlies to watch The Prisoner (1967.) you’ll love it. I promise you’ll love it. The protagonist is objectively unlikeable and the antagonist is a weather balloon.

2.22 | All Hell Breaks Loose: Part II

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This one is for grammarly.

I see you.

I see you after all you've done to me.

You come in, sweep me off my feet, correct my comma usage and wrap me around your little finger making me dependent on you.

You taunt me with your premium features, making me wish I had just a little more money to fully commit to you and you never go on any good sale.

Then you drop me into a filthy hole with the rest of the garbage by incorporating ai that can't tell the difference between its and it's and leave me to rot.

So I move on, I find something better than you could ever be. Just for you to flash a 50% off sale in my face like we were nothing. Like I never meant a goddamn thing to you.

Now you want me back?!?!

After all this, this how you want to wine and dine me back into your arms?

Well, I won't play your game. I've grieved our parting already and now I feel nothing but utter indifference toward you.