Remember when Professor McGonagall was like “Guys I’m canceling this match because Hermione just got straight-up turned into stone and there’s some chicken-eating monster wreaking havoc in Hogwarts” and Oliver “that turtleneck tho” Wood was all, “YOU CAN’T CANCEL QUIDDITCH I DON’T CARE IF LITERALLY EVERYONE DIES”?
(another diff anon) SORRY BUT I MUST NOW ASK WHAT ABOUT SILVER???
holy moly, where do I even begin, anon. WHERE!!! DO I EVEN!!! BEGIN!!! how do I even talk about john silver?! the destroyer of pigs! the Flint-Approved Little Shit™! the smol cunning thief! wrangler of sharks and UNEXPECTED FEELINGS!!! machiavellian baby caterpillar turned Big Bad Butterfly!!! my son who delights me, upsets me, and scares me all at the same exact time!!!
GOD DO I EVER LOVE JOHN SILVER :’’’)
*pulls out a chair* take a seat, my friend. I do not have as much control with words as Long John does himself so, we may be here a while >:) (update: um. I wrote a lot. I wrote like a real lot. a whole lot. forgive me for I have sinned.)
Imagine on Bones’ first mission in space, in the first couple of weeks, he’s had a long day and he decides to treat himself to a sweet tea, so he orders one from the replicator and the replicator gives him an error message along the lines of ‘sweet tea unavailable, would you an iced tea with sugar?’ and Bones just loses it like “THAT’S NOT HOW IT FUCKIN’ WORKS.” After yelling at the replicator for several minutes, he goes to engineering to file a complaint, where he spends a solid hour angrily explaining in great detail the complexities of sweet tea to the poor ensign he talked to who didn’t understand why iced tea with sugar wasn’t an acceptable substitute.
@imthedoctorbasicallyfun, aside from this being brilliant, whiCH IT IS, this is sure to start some Tea Discourse ™ and I cannot wait to watch this fallout.
For millennia, the Librarians have secretly protected the world by keeping watch over dangerous magical relics. Cataloging and safeguarding everything from Excalibur to Pandora’s Box, they stand between humanity and those who would use the relics for evil.
Ten years ago, only Flynn Carsen, the last of the Librarians, stood against an ancient criminal organization known as The Forty. They stole the oldest known copy of The Arabian Nights by Scheherazade, and Flynn fears they intend to steal Aladdin’s fabled lamp. He races to find it first before they can unleash the trapped, malevolent djinn upon the world.
Today, Flynn is no longer alone. A new team of inexperienced Librarians, led by Eve Baird, their tough-as-nails Guardian, investigates an uncanny mystery in Las Vegas. A mystery tied closely to Flynn’s original quest to find the lost lamp… and the fate of the world hangs in the balance.