Quotes

December 7, 2012

When I was level 10, they told me to go kill wolves. So I killed wolves for the Alliance. But now I’m a bona fide hero of the Alliance and you send a herald to get me and you ask me to kill more wolves? THIS IS BULLSHIT. Do you know what I did in the Northrend campaign? I sailed up and I killed wolves in the Borean Tundra. I killed wolves in the Howling Fjord. I killed ghost wolves in the Storm Peaks, and I killed real wolves in the Storm Peaks! And I probably found the few wolves left in Icecrown and I probably killed them too! And you want me to go kill wolves in the Twilight Highlands? I HAVE BEEN KILLING WOLVES MY WHOLE LIFE!

Sara on leveling through World of Warcraft and being called a “hero of the alliance” at 85. (via grizzlyhills)
November 9, 2012

I’m Grom Hellscream and this is Jackass. Watch me embed this axe in this demi-god’s face

Jin (via elksy)
October 22, 2012

Did you hear what happened to the rest of the Black Dragonflight? I had them killed. ALL of them. And they were family. So if I were you, I would CAREFULLY consider your decision to continue poking me.

Wrathion (via viciousowlbeast)
October 16, 2012

I know exactly what I’ll be doin’ about it, son of Hellscream. I’ll be watchin’ as ya people slowly become aware of ya ineptitude. I’ll laugh as dey grow ta despise ya as I do. And when tha time comes dat ya failure is complete and ya “power” is meaningless, I will be dere to end ya rule, swiftly and silently. Ya will spend ya reign glancin’ over ya shoulda and fearin’ tha shadows, for when tha time comes and ya blood be slowly drainin’ out, ya will know exactly who fired da arrow dat pierced ya heart.

Vol’jin
October 6, 2012

Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.
Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.
Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there’s not an $800 car in America that’s worth a damn.
Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.
Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.
Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.
Being poor is living next to the freeway.
Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box has to last.
Being poor is wondering if your well-off sibling is lying when he says he doesn’t mind when you ask for help.
Being poor is off-brand toys.
Being poor is a heater in only one room of the house.
Being poor is knowing you can’t leave $5 on the coffee table when your friends are around.
Being poor is hoping your kids don’t have a growth spurt.
Being poor is stealing meat from the store, frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn’t have make dinner tonight because you’re not hungry anyway.
Being poor is Goodwill underwear.
Being poor is not enough space for everyone who lives with you.
Being poor is feeling the glued soles tear off your supermarket shoes when you run around the playground.
Being poor is your kid’s school being the one with the 15-year-old textbooks and no air conditioning.
Being poor is thinking $8 an hour is a really good deal.
Being poor is relying on people who don’t give a damn about you.
Being poor is an overnight shift under florescent lights.
Being poor is finding the letter your mom wrote to your dad, begging him for the child support.
Being poor is a bathtub you have to empty into the toilet.
Being poor is worrying your parents will be homeless when they get too old to work. Being poor is stopping the car to take a lamp from a stranger’s trash.
Being poor is making lunch for your kid when a cockroach skitters over the bread, and you looking over to see if your kid saw.
Being poor is believing a GED actually makes a goddamned difference.
Being poor is people angry at you just for walking around in the mall.
Being poor is not taking the job because you can’t find someone you trust to watch your kids.
Being poor is the police busting into the apartment right next to yours.
Being poor is not talking to that girl because she’ll probably just laugh at your clothes.
Being poor is hoping you’ll be invited for dinner.
Being poor is a sidewalk with lots of brown glass on it.
Being poor is people thinking they know something about you by the way you talk.
Being poor is needing that 35-cent raise.
Being poor is your kid’s teacher assuming you don’t have any books in your home.
Being poor is six dollars short on the utility bill and no way to close the gap.
Being poor is crying when you drop the mac and cheese on the floor.
Being poor is knowing you work as hard as anyone, anywhere.
Being poor is people surprised to discover you’re not actually stupid.
Being poor is people surprised to discover you’re not actually lazy.
Being poor is a six-hour wait in an emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.
Being poor is never buying anything someone else hasn’t bought first.
Being poor is picking the 10 cent ramen instead of the 12 cent ramen because that’s two extra packages for every dollar.
Being poor is having to live with choices you didn’t know you made when you were 14 years old.
Being poor is getting tired of people wanting you to be grateful.
Being poor is knowing you’re being judged.
Being poor is a box of crayons and a $1 coloring book from a community center Santa.
Being poor is checking the coin return slot of every soda machine you go by.
Being poor is deciding that it’s all right to base a relationship on shelter.
Being poor is knowing you really shouldn’t spend that buck on a Lotto ticket.
Being poor is hoping the register lady will spot you the dime.
Being poor is feeling helpless when your child makes the same mistakes you did, and won’t listen to you beg them against doing so.
Being poor is a cough that doesn’t go away.
Being poor is making sure you don’t spill on the couch, just in case you have to give it back before the lease is up.
Being poor is a $200 paycheck advance from a company that takes $250 when the paycheck comes in.
Being poor is four years of night classes for an Associates of Art degree.
Being poor is a lumpy futon bed.
Being poor is knowing where the shelter is.
Being poor is people who have never been poor wondering why you choose to be so.
Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.
Being poor is seeing how few options you have.
Being poor is running in place.
Being poor is people wondering why you didn’t leave.

John Scalzi (via debatenerd)

This is so poignant, it brings tears to my eyes. I don’t usually reblog these but, like, motherfuck almost all of these are real as hell. I think a lot about what I benefited from living as an “only child” when it meant that my mom lost a daughter and never recovered from it. There were just two of us, I can’t imagine what would have happened if my sister lived with us. It’s when you hear “broken home” you think of cracked windows faulty furnace no doorknobs a faucet you have to turn on with pliers a sink that only runs cold running the bathtub into the toilet exposed flooring no lightbulbs. It’s hoarding Crayola when they’re twenty-five cents in September.

(via rgr-pop)

September 18, 2012

Arthas, what happened to you? You were such a nice young lad, upholding the light and protecting the needy. Then you went out to hit the snow for a while and came back with bleached hair and colored contacts… Not to mention you’re a total jerk now, you hang out with dead people, and you never let go of your longsword. I understand the rebellious youth thing, but you’re really taking it too far.

(via valehtelu)
September 15, 2012

HEY! Why cant I be a WARRIOR THAT CASTS SPELLS? I dont want to be a PALaDIN, cause I’m atheist. You cant be an atheist PALaDIN. Its like saying you taste like cinnamon, but you ACTUALLY taste like Nutella. How does that work? IT DOESNT. I don’t want to be a DEATH knight, cause they are pretty DUMb. Don’t ask me why. You know why. You know what you did, DEATH knights. Way to be DUMb. SHAMAN?! I wasnt raised in a BArn.

So anyway, I like the fact that WARRIORS USE SWORDS. I also like SPELLS. WHY cant I put THE TWO THINGS Together? SWING MY SWORD, cast fyreball, SWING IT AGAIN NOOB, then bliNk, charge, blink again. Where am I? You don’t know. I just blink-charged into a blink. Who was that? You dont know. IM A WARRIOR THAT CASTS SPELLS. FYREBALL! Then I swing my SWOOORD. Now that is how you play.

So listen, if you are like me, and want to be a WARRIOR THAT CASTS SPELLS, just let me know. Ill SEE what I can work out. The only requirement to be a WARRIOR THAT CASTS SPELLS, is you cant have a beard. They interFERE WITH SPELLs.

Sometimes Im just playing, and my cat jumps onto my keyboard. How did it do that? IT KNOWS SPELLS. I want to KNOW THOSE SPELLS on my WARRIOR. Blizzard, PLease makE my warrior so that IT CAN CAST THOSE SPELLS.

EDIT: Chef Boyardee. WARRIOR THAT CASTS SPELLS.