Tamlin and Lucien after receiving Feyre's letter.

Tamlin : Who does she think she is?
That girl has tangled with the wrong man!

Lucien : Darn right.

Tamlin : No one says “no” to Tamlin!
Dismissed! Rejected!
Publicly humiliated!
Why, it’s more than I can bear.

Lucien : More wine?

Tamlin : What for? Nothing helps.
I’m disgraced.

Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Tamlin
Looking so down in the dumps
Ev'ry guy here’d love to be you, Tamlin
Even when taking your lumps
There’s no man in court as admired as you
You’re ev'ryone’s favorite guy
Ev'ryone’s awed and inspired by you
And it’s not very hard to see why

No one’s slick as Tamlin
No one’s quick as Tamlin
No one’s neck’s as incredibly thick as Tamlins’s
For there’s no man in Prythian half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon!
You can ask any Tom, dick or Stanley
And they’ll tell you whose team they prefer to be on

No one’s been like Tamlin
A High Lord like Tamlin

No one’s got a swell cleft in his chin like Tamlin

Tamlin : As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating!

Lucien and the whole spring court :

My what a guy, that Tamlin!
Give five “hurrahs!” Give twelve “hip-hips!”

Tamlin is the best
And the rest is all drips

No one fights like Tamlin
Douses lights like Tamlin

In a wrestling match nobody bites like Tamlin!

Ianthe : For there’s no one as burly and brawny

Tamlin : As you see I’ve got biceps to spare

Lucien : Not a bit of him’s scraggly or scrawny

Tamlin : That’s right!
And ev'ry last inch of me’s covered with hair

Spring Court :

No one hits like Tamlin
Matches wits like Tamlin

Lucien : In a spitting match nobody spits like Tamlin

Tamlin : I’m especially good at expectorating!

Spring court : Ten points for Tamlin!

Tamlin : When I was a lad
I ate four dozen eggs
Ev'ry morning to help me get large
And now that I’m grown
I eat five dozen eggs
So I’m roughly the size of a barge!

Spring court : Oh, ahhh, wow!
My what a guy, that Tamlin!
No one scratches like Tamlin
Makes those claws like Tamlin

Lucien : Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Tamlin

Tamlin : I use wings in all of my decorating!

Spring Court : My what a guy, Tamlin!!


WAR - GOOD HOUSEKEEPING, August 1943 by Rossano aka Bud Care

<br><i>Via Flickr:</i>
<br>From the Archives: 

Something For Everyone……

Yes, GOOD HOUSEKEEPING! Inside front cover CANNON TOWELS ad. “TRUE TOWEL TALES: No. 1. TOLD US BY A DOCTOR IN THE MEDICAL CORPS”. All this and World War II! This ad is a fascinating sociological document on so many levels……. (Enlarge to read the small print).

“Launder before they become too soiled……”

Did you ever have to put a net across your bathtub - and share it with a crocodile?

Another head cannon

Lockwood being so tired that one night he goes for a bath and forgets to lock the door

And at that same point in time, Lucy also decides that she wants a bath too. So she walks in literally just her pants.

And Lockwood, who’s nearly asleep in the bath doesn’t notice her walking in until she’s already closed the door, and she doesn’t notice him.

Until she turns around.

And chaos ensues.


That will be all


  • Some girl: *flirting with Remus* ya know, that shirt looks really good on you. It really brings out your eyes.
  • Sirius, from across the table: *narrows eyes*
  • Remus, just thinking she's being nice: gee, thanks. But this is Padfoot's shirt.
  • Sirius, suddenly speaking up: why YeS iT is.