Freud's Inferno

It was my birthday two days ago, and no one remembered, not even the mun. WHORE. DIRTY FILTHY WHORE. Uh. Anyway. Happy one year birthday to meeeee. :)

What it means to be a Noldor.

Possibly the first in a sixteen thread series. Or something our dear, dear mun randomly pulled out of her ass and was amused by. Either way, it's a whole lot of fun.

Ahem. For the record.

IT WAS COMPLETELY UNWILLING AND I WAS PUT UPON BY A SHORT MAN WITH UGLY HAIR WHO I WILL STALK DOWN AND KILL VICIOUSLY.

That is all.

Ahem. We have memories now-- a few old threads, mostly new ones-- and if anyone has links to giant funny threads involving these fuckers, posting them here to be added to the err record books would be much appreciated. :)

Ahem. The King (that's me!) wishes to know where these excerpts came from, since they will come in much use when mocking Fingolfin and his sweet little spawn. The mun would have commented and asked, had she not chuckled herself into a coma about fifteen minutes ago.

The King also knows not why he is stoic all of a sudden, but he is sure that it will end soon. Anyone who mockeths(?!) the King will die. :) Ah that's better. Now seriously. What's the source of baby!Fingie and baby!Turgie, where can I read more, and where is Fingolfin so I can make sure I have enough time to make a quick get away from his wrath?

evilmun29472734: hold on, don't let theo move, earwen's going to put him in a shoe box.
teh ferret king: o.o *sits still*
teh noldor queen: *escorts into a box*
teh ferret king: *chews on a corner*
teh noldor queen: *sets him free on a pillow*
teh ferret king: *plots against Fingolfin*
teh noldor queen: *joins him*
teh ferret king: *on the pillow*
teh noldor queen: *in plotting*
teh ferret king: *as you should*
teh noldor queen: *showers him in ferret treats*
teh noldor queen: you are SO much cuter than anything with two legs. *pats*

We now have icons!

Oh Golfie! I have a suprise for you! :) No need to thank me, I'll see all the thanks I need when I get to be maid of honor at your wedding. ;)

Uh. So I didn't plan out this impromptu trip as well as I should have. I need a baby sitter for Butch and Sundance since I will not can't take them with me and it looks like the other kids are coming with us, too.

So let me leave my infant children in the care of kinslayers, druggies, and incestuous homicidal maniacs! Who's up for it?

And for the last fucking post (finally), Elrond II wishes me to give the following things out for the various maleish parental figures in his life.

For Eärendil-- a regeneration gun, "so if that Galadriel bitch ever turns you into poland spring again you can become a giant elf again and kick her green mutant ass."

For Maglor-- a new CD player, since if Elrond learned anything from his time in the care of a son of Fëanor, it's that Maggie likes music. The CD player is incredibly shiny, which is fact #2 to be known about los hijos de Fëanor.

For Gillykins-- a binky for Ana, a lifetime subscription to Teen Elf for Elanor, and a new tiara for Gillykins, "so we can be brothers in blood, war, death, and jewelry!! :D"

As always, I wish I could reassure you that those weren't direct quotes, but alas. They were. Little bint. Happy Father's Day. I'm going to go pass out now.