enthusispastic:itseasytoremember:itseasytoremember:Look, we all agree that Aragorn is hot. Viggo Mortensen is absolutely a handsome man, but his character in Eastern Promises doesn’t have most of the global population ripping their hair out foaming at the mouth screaming crying throwing up horny.It’s something about the combination of long hair, stubble, a mysterious past, quiet confidence, and looking like you’ve just been riding a horse for 2 weeks, that drives people crazy.We will call this phenomenon The Aragorn Effect. My theory is that if all those same elements are combined with the correct proportions, any actor may be able to experience The Aragon Effect.In 1989 movie Roadhouse Sam Elliot plays a veteran bouncer who is asked by Patrick Swayze to assist in a particularly difficult bar. He 1. Has Long hair 2. Has Stubble 3. Looks like he eats cigarettes. In this essayFor reference, this is Sam Elliott in every other role he’s been in:And THIS is Sam Elliott in road house, for literally no reason at all:OH SHIT
nerdy-catfish:
“There are many magic rings in this world, Bilbo Baggins, and none of them should be used lightly.”-Gandalf the Grey, wielder of Narya the Ring of Fire and also coincidentally maker of the best magic fireworks in the world
I’m gonna propose “I guess you haven’t read the silmarillion then :/” as a default response to anyone not understanding a reference to something obscure. even if it’s not remotely Tolkien related. I want to build up a perception that perhaps the sum total of human knowledge is contained in the silmarillion
Scooby-Doo is a dog who can talk, which is amazing, and he largely uses his powers of speech to communicate how scared he is of ghosts and monsters, and basically the only thing his owners do is drive him around the country putting him inside various haunted houses and such. I wish I could take Scooby-Doo aside, I want to say to him, these people are not your friends.
LISTEN. all I want is a Big Strong Girlfriend and a Fancy Foppish Boyfriend is that SO MUCH to fucking ask. and they’re both taller than me.
I want to tenderly bandage my boyfriend’s finger as he tearfully recounts how he got a paper cut while our girlfriend drags home the deer she caught with her bare hands to lovingly feed us through the cold, cold winter. What’s so fucking hard to understand.
You may be wondering what I contribute to this hypothetical polyamorous thruple, and the answer is quite simple. I’m the one with a job.
