yes i am a ghost

anonymous asked:

Neeks, you remind me of kitten who thinks he's a panther. I also sincerely hope you don't have the heart for murdering a half-sister for saying this, or else I'm dead. CIAO *laughs maniacally and runs off*

Nico: I’m not cute.

Everyone, in unison: Yes you are.

Nico, blushing: Quit that! I am the Ghost King!

can i just say something?

when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?

She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”

And that was it for that dream. 

Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.

And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.

This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them. 

Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate. 

We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us

We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired. 

We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.

Decided to do a quick thing for the ship that I am currently really into at the moment with some very lazy colouring because it didn’t feel right to leave it as an outline.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! ^^-

Nicknames (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 5400+

Warnings: Cursing, death, blood, 

A/N: this was a request and i can’t find it! but yes this got out of hand and i hope you enjoy!


It started with the knocks.

You just moved into your home. It wasn’t the biggest, only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Wanting to explore the world fueled your soul, and you felt like this was the beginning. This was the beginning of a long journey that you were willing to go on. Your parents didn’t want you to own a house so early, but you insisted, ignoring their frightening words like mortgage and high property taxes. You would figure that out along the way.

Because you were your own boss. You created a company from the bottom up, using all your savings and extra cash to make it successful. And now, at eighteen years old, you owned a multi-million-dollar business. And hell, if you wanted to buy a small home, it was feasible.

You were carrying your boxes into your home when you first heard the sounds. It was an even rhythm, three taps in a row. At first, you thought it was just because you bought a fixer-upper, but then it continued to get louder and louder.

“What is that sound?” You questioned, unpacking your clothes in your room. You were alone today, your family on vacation for the next few months. You placed your clothing on the hanger, and chuckled to yourself, “How about this: One knock for no, and two knocks for yes. Okay?”

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Soooo…I drew Erik. My poor, poor Erik. And listened to the whole original cast recording. And then the 25th anniversary recording which I (don’t kill me for saying so) love even more. And then I listened to Les Miserables. And then to Hamilton. I’m obsessed again. Yes. Yes, I am procrastinating.

Ç'est Toi (It's You)

Context: Adrien as a kid meets ancient Chinese Ladybug. It’s just an idea I can’t get out of my head, lol.

When Adrien arrived in China with his father, he didn’t expect it to be a big deal. His father was always searching for inspiration from different countries - just last year, they had visited Ireland.

Beijing was cool and breezy, and although the smog was a little strong, it was a beautiful city, with bright lights and cool statues. Adrien was glad he could understand bits and pieces of the rapid-fire Mandarin the locals spoke - despite learning it for two years, it was difficult to grasp.

His father glanced back at him. “Adrien, could you stay here for a while? I need to go inside the pottery shop, but the pottery pieces are very fragile and I do not want you to break anything.”

Adrien blinked in confused disappointment but lingered at the door of the shop. He wished he’d chosen to stay with his mother at the hotel instead of whining to go outside.

He sat on the sidewalk and looked around. There were many red candles on the roads and food piled up randomly nearby. He didn’t understand why. Wouldn’t it attract rats?

There was a soft sound of footsteps. Adrien glanced up to see a Chinese woman in red robes like a martial artist, her blue hair in a neat bun. She wore a spotted mask. Adrien wondered if she was a cosplaying supehero. How cool was that?

The woman sat next to him. “Hello,” she said in perfect French. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“No, you’re cool,” he said happily. “Are you a superhero? What’s your name? I’m Adrien!”

She smiled at him. “My name is Xing Wu. Is China a nice place for you?”

He nodded. “It’s very měi lì,” he pronounced carefully, the Mandarin words for ‘pretty’. “Like you!”

Xing Wu looked pleasantly surprised. “That’s sweet of you, Adrien. Do you know why we put the joss sticks and food on the roads?”

He shook his head. “What are joss sticks?”

“They’re the ones that look like candles,” she explained patiently. “It’s part of the Hungry Ghost Festival.”

Adrien shivered. “Ghosts? Aren’t they scary?”

“They won’t bother you if you treat them nicely. That’s why we put food and joss sticks, to fulfil their hunger.”

That was when he noticed the translucency of the Chinese woman, her outline faint and glowing. “You…you’re a ghost?”

Xing Wu shrugged. “Yes, I am. But not like the others. Someday, Adrien, you will experience a great loss. But with that loss, comes a calling. And you must stand by her.”

“Who is she?” Adrien asked. He definitely should’ve been more scared of a ghost than he was, but this one seemed so nice that he felt perfectly safe.

“You’ll know. I am her ancestor.”

“Ancestor?”

“It means I’m her family from a long time ago.”

“Adrien, who are you talking to?” His father asked, standing next to him. “Get up, we’re going back to the hotel.”

The ghost bowed to him. “We will meet again when you see her. Á plus tard, Adrien.”

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“I…I’m super clumsy. Sorry.”

Chat Noir stared at her curiously. The blue hair, her eyes, the spotted mask….

“And you must stand by her.”

He smiled a little. “Don’t sweat it, clumsy girl. I’m new at this too.”

In the distance, there was a loud crash, possibly Stoneheart wrecking the city.

“H-hey!” The girl said nervously. “Where are you going?”

Chat Noir grinned at her. “To save Paris, of course. Are you coming?”

Fun fact: I named Ladybug Xing Wu, which in Mandarin Chinese would be 幸武, the words meaning “lucky” and “of war” respectively. (Totally not taking the liberty of me flaunting my being Chinese.) The Hungry Ghost Festival is a legit thing too, but since I don’t live in China, it may be inaccurate and I apologise in advance. I’m also not Buddhist or Taoist, so, double inaccuracy. Anyhow, leave me feedback if you want to say anything! Thanks!

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I was trying to find something in my images and irfanview was full window size and blowing images up. Cabanela’s sprite when blown up is utterly terrifying.

WHY ARE YOUR EYES BLACK HOLES OF DEATH. You are a skull. Please stop.

“Ha Ha ha Lynne’s Dead.”
“Yes, Jowd. Come, Jowd. Cackle.”

I am legitimately disturbed and it must be shared.

🌹🌹🌹

Dearest Omega, the sassmaster, I am so proud of you and thank you for everything you did for this band❤ Ghost could not have made it without you. I am so happy that I got to see you twice before you left. You have been my favorite ghoul since the day I first saw Ghost perform(June 2015). Your stage persona is out of this world and your sassy and kind personality that shines through in your interviews. You, sir, are an amazing ghoul 😘 After hearing about Ghost, I found this other little band that you were a part of, Magna Carta Cartel, it is the most beautiful, soothing music that has touched my heart and mind in so many ways. ❤ Martin, I will, like many others, continue to follow you on your path and I look forward to see what the future beholds. Yes, I am sad that you are no longer a part of Ghost, but I am also so incredible happy that we get to hear more from you. Much love and respect, 
A fan forever

Originally posted by blackened-featherz

Thank you @nindr0id​ that you create this awesome #SteelShipping. As i saw your fanart i could not stop to think about it!

Why i have not seen that they are so cute together? I really really love you for this idea and by the way i love your fabulous arts!

For all people around the world who see this know:

Please do not throw stones. it is just a crazy shipping that i start to love! And well… for all dudes that now wished that i am dead. sorry, i am a ghost.  xD Oh yes!

See ya later Alligator

Hey, Hot Stuff {Zen x MC}

           Hey you guys, yes! I am back! After about… what has it been, two weeks after basically ghosting you all I am here. I’m sorry that I’ve been gone for so long. I’ve just been really busy… and depressed… but now I’m slightly less of both of those things. I promise that I will be better at writing more. I would like to thank my amazing friend @yuri-on-a-messenger for allowing me to use her username as the Tumblr user you were messaging in this fic. She writes amazing stuff, so go check her blog out. I love her so much and you should love her too, tbh. She’s awesome.

Anyways, 고고씽~!

 

           Sitting in Jaehee’s café next to Zen after practice for his latest musical never really seemed like a bad idea before. Even when you got there it didn’t seem like too bad of an idea. That was until one of your best friends sent you a message through Tumblr. That’s how you had met, and though you had never met in person, you considered yourselves to be incredibly close. That being said, honestly, it was not the time for what the conversation had led up to. Zen was talking to Jaehee for the time being, so you figured that you might as well just answer.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Hey, (MC). What are you doing?

           (MC): Nothing much. I met a friend at a café after he finished practice.

           Seconds later, she responded.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Ooooh. Is this friend who I think he is?

           You rolled your eyes at her blatant teasing. Regardless, you complied in answering her

           (MC): Maaaaaaybe…

           yuri-on-a-messenger: “He’s just so nice and caring. I think he’s just, like, the best guy ever. And his acting! Don’t even get me started on his acting! The way he gets into character is just amazing!”

           (MC): Shut up! I don’t talk like that.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Dude

           yuri-on-a-messenger: I have the receipts

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Don’t even try me because I will send them

           (MC): Okay, okay. I’ll admit that I do like him. But, again, like I’ve said, he’s a celebrity. I’m just his friend and moral supporter. I don’t rea-

           In the middle of typing your message, you got interrupted by a certain someone sitting next to you in the booth. “So, who are you texting? What are you talking about?” He asked jokingly.

           Bringing your phone to your chest, you glance up timidly, “Nothing. No one. Why?” You stuttered.

           He got a slightly annoyed look on his face, “Well don’t explode. It was just a question.” He responded with a bit of attitude.

           Maybe it was because you had never held back who you had been texting, or about what, from him. But you didn’t really pay mind to that when it came to the fact that you had been talking about him. “It was, um, just a friend. I was talking to a friend. Yeah.” You managed to let out.

           “A friend, huh?” He interrogated.

           “Mmhmm.” You replied, nodding hastily.

           “Okay.” Was all he said, but he didn’t buy a word that came out of your mouth. You saw him passive-aggressively sipping his drink, and with that, you automatically changed the subject.

 

           A friend? What kind of “friend”? He thought, racking his brain for any ideas. This had never happened before. When did (MC) start hiding her conversations from him, the actor thought. His eyes widened at his next thought. What if it was a guy that she had met? Is that why she didn’t want to tell him?

           Zen felt metaphorical smoke leave his ears. He couldn’t even fathom why he felt so blatantly possessive of her. He couldn’t help it. They were such good friends that he had to protect her. That was the reason why right?

 

           Sighing, you threw yourself onto the bed in your apartment. You were no longer living in at Rika’s anymore so you could throw yourself anywhere in the house without worry. You fiddled with your phone, attempting to message your friend again. It had been a few weeks since you had last seen Zen. Lately, he hadn’t really been talking to you, in the messenger, or in a private thread. He hadn’t even invited you out or sent a text to see if you were even doing okay. Besides hiding your messages to your friend, about him, from him, what had you done wrong? Why was he acting this way towards you? You had a right to your privacy, right? At least that’s what you thought.

           (MC): Yo, yo. What’s up?

           It took the college student time to respond, but within minutes, you heard your phone chime

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Please never say that again.

           (MC): What? I just asked ‘what’s up?’

           yuri-on-a-messenger: You’re not going to make me repeat it, are you?

           (MC): Ha-ha, no.

           You responded as you heard a knock on the door. Setting your phone on the coffee table by the door, you answered it.

           Lo and behold, a certain white-haired actor stood in front of you. “Oh, hey, Zen. You’re here?” You blurted out as if it were a question.

           He cleared his throat, awkwardly. It was unlike him. Usually, he was so suave and collected. “Uh, yeah. Sorry for intruding.”

           “Oh… It’s no problem. Come in.” You responded, leading him to the couch.

           “So, what have you been up to?” He started off, awkwardly.

           “Nothing much. I took a cool picture of my latte this morning, but that’s pretty much it.” You responded, picking your phone up off the table and handing it to him.

           You two were so close that, of course, he knew your password. You took your phone briefly to pull it up and then gave it back to him. He looked at the picture and smiled. Maybe you had gone a tad overboard with it, adding whipped cream and cinnamon atop the hot beverage. “Looks like you knew what you were doing” He commented.

           You giggled, “Not really. I just try really hard” You let out as a message notification sounded from your phone. Zen looked down at it impulsively, as did you.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: So, what’s up, hot stuff? Sorry I…

The preview read. These kinds of teasing nicknames were commonplace in your friendship. Of course, Zen didn’t know that, nor did he know who this was. Of course, it was only natural that he would jump to conclusions.

           You saw rage bubble behind his normally kind, yet intense eyes. He promptly gave passed the device back to you. “You might want to answer that,” he mumbled.

           “I…” you started, “Okay. I guess so.” You said, responding to the conversation. You let her know that it was okay that she was busy, and that you were busy at the moment, too. As soon as you finished, you turned your attention back to the man sitting next to you. He was leaning towards you when you turned away, only to find him leaning against the other armrest, mindlessly scrolling through his SNS feed. “Zen? Are you alright” There was concern lacing your words.

           He, though, clearly tried to play this off as if he was just fine. “Peachy. Why do you ask?” He deadpanned.

           “You’re such a liar. You say you’re fine, yet you make no effort to appear that way.” Maybe you were trying to provoke him. You knew that he would let his true feelings out if you pushed hard enough.

           “I’m not lying, though.” He responded. “I am fine.”

           “Then, if you’re so ‘fine’, why won’t you even look at me when you talk to me?” You pushed.

           “Because I can’t stand the idea of you possibly being in a relationship with someone that isn’t me. There, I said it! Are you happy now? Will you stop pushing me and asking so many questions? Will you stop trying to provoke me?” He rambled, raising his voice. Instinctively, you backed up a little from where you were sitting. Realising what he had just said, he looked down. You could tell he didn’t intend to let all of those feelings and emotions out.

           Sighing, you got down on the floor, and kneeled down in front of him, taking his hands. “Zen…” You paused, resting your fingers under his chin as you guided his eyes to meet yours. Reluctantly, he complied. “Why would you ever even begin to think that I would be in a relationship with anyone right now?”

           “Well, for starters, ‘what’s up, hot stuff?’” He answered, making air quotes.

           “Nothing much, you?” You joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

           “No, I meant-

           “I know what you meant. You want to see a picture of who I was talking to?” He nodded slowly. “Okay… Just give me a second.” You swiftly pulled up the messages and showed him the profile picture of the account. It showed a glasses-clad girl with blonde hair.

           “Who’s this?” He asked, obviously confused.

           “This,” you said, shaking your phone, “is one of my closest internet friends. I met her through mutual interests, and we talk all the time. We’re so close that we just use random nicknames like ‘hot stuff’, just to mess with each other.”

           “Is this who you were talking to that day at Jaehee’s?” He went on to ask. You nodded, a smile donning your face. “Then… Why did you hide the messages?”

           “Well… She was kinda teasing me about you. I had told her that I was with you and she started to say all these things that I had told her in the past.”

           “Like…”

           “How I said that you were a great actor… And how you shone up on stage… And how you were really attractive.”

           “And?” He teased. He could probably tell that you were holding something back.

           “And how I have a huge crush on you.”

           “Do you, now?”

           You laughed, “Yes… I guess you could say that you got what you wanted.”

           His smile changed to an expression of confusion. “What do you mean?”

           “I’m not in a relationship with anyone.”

           “Well,” he paused, “maybe we’ll just have to change that.” He replied, pulling you up to him and kissing you softly on your cheek, “What do you say?”

           Smiling, you nodded, and he took that as an opportunity to tenderly press his lips to yours.

clenster  asked:

FOR THING: hugo, bishop myriel, ghost!joly

ahhh too easy

First off, I am not getting stuck in an elevator with Victor Hugo for ten hours.  I don’t want to see Victor Hugo naked, and I’m not sure he’s capable of going ten hours without taking off his clothes and judging people on their reaction.  Neither am I listening to his Opinions while I do all the work for our lab grade. 

But heck yes am I listening to his Opinions about McDonald’s.

Now, I really like ghost!Joly and Bishop Myriel, both.  I don’t want to go with the obvious answer and pair ghost Joly with science, but–it’s the obvious answer for a reason.  I don’t mind doing all the physical work if it’s because my partner is non-corporeal, right?  He’d more than carry his non-weight when it came to the theory.  And if we hit it off, at the end of the semester I’d be like “hey yo do you need somewhere to haunt?  i’ve got three cats, it’d be fun.”

So it’s a little unfair to His Greatness the Bishop to trap him in an elevator, but come on, he’d be great, I’d come out of the experience a Better Person, etc etc.




THAT SAID I WOULD REALLY ALSO LIKE THE BISHOP TO TEACH ME THE WAYS OF MCDONALD’S.

Emo Bands as Told by a 14 Yr Old Girl

Fall Out Boy: If raised with them since a toddler, they’re amazing, but if you weren’t raised with them you probably only like Save Rock and Roll and I’m going to make you listen to Folie a Deux because I care

My Chemical Romance: My whole generation missed it but the older kids have explained the magic to me and I listen to Welcome to the Black Parade on repeat and feel sad. 2017 can’t come fast enough

Green Day: They were hella awesome when I was six and they still are

Blink 182: What

Paramore: LOOK IT’S A FEMALE

Ghost Town: LOOK THEY’RE NEW

Panic! At The Disco: Please never leave me you’re all I have left that’s still relevant plEASE

Sleeping With Sirens: I was disappointed that he wasn’t also 14 and I don’t know if that’s normal

Simple Plan: I’m angry so I’m going to blare this through my speakers for thirteen minutes

Imagine Dragons: They weren’t emo but they’re slowly changing and we’re all chanting “One of us”

anonymous asked:

Not sure if you're still taking prompts (I've loved all your ficlets!!), but I'd love a Holsom AU with the prompt: Are fake dating to join a contest for couples only because they know everything about each other but then feeeeelings

This is actually the bro-iest thing I have ever written, I hope you’re happy with yourself. 


“It’s three weeks, it’s fully paid, all inclusive, in the Caribbean. There are scuba lessons, there is horseback riding on the beach, there is an open bar,” Ransom lists. “Bro. This is like the perfect, perfect, most perfect ‘you just graduated what are you doing with your summer before starting real life’ vacay ever.”

“Seriously though,” Holster agrees.

“Literally all we have to do is prove we love each other more than other married couples,” Ransom says.

Holster blinks. “Uh, bro? We’re not married.”

“Nah, but like it’s a contest for newlyweds,” Ransom says. “And to be honest, we’re a little married.”

“I know, I love it,” Holster says. “Okay, so what do we have to do?”

The first part is that they have to send a video to the producers of the show describing why they are the most qualified to receive this gift. That part’s easy. They borrow (a very concerned) Bitty’s video editing skills and have the video off well before the deadline.

“Hi, we’re Adam and Justin!” they say, grinning at the camera. “We got married earlier this spring at Niagara Falls, but because we just finished college, we didn’t have time to go on our honeymoon!”

Part one, done.

The next thing they have to do – once they pass the first part, which they do – is play the Newlywed Game with the other contestants.

And they fucking own.

Because Brad and Jenny don’t know each other’s favourite dish soap smells (Ransom prefers lemongrass, Holster likes a nice apple); Tina and Sharon have conflicting answers about which boy band is the best (Backstreet Boys, hands down, both answers); and Mack and Jackie totally blow it when it comes to fictional characters (Holster completely prefers Liz Lemon, Ransom knows this better than he knows his own birthmarks).

“Alright boys, but before we send you off on your vacation, at least give us a kiss for the camera,” the producer says.

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How did they react to Anduin becoming the king?

For @vixvizus. Legion spoiler: Varian also dies. But since  Stormwind is a monarchy, his son has to take the place as the King of Stormwind, whether he likes it or not. (Here is the following Warchief Sylvanas and here The Epilogue to both lists)

Ghost Varian: Anduin as king? Over my dead cold body!

Anduin: DAD!
Ghost Varian: What? I can make that joke, since it’s about, you know, me.
Anduin:
Be so kind and do it somewhere I can’t hear it…
Anduin: (Mumbles) I don’t want to be a king.

The Council of Three Hammers:

Muradin: Okay, maybe we can, I don’t kin… Lend him a manual?
Moira: What manual?
Falstad: Muradin means How to Rule Yer Kingdom, Handy Manual for Beginers. Ya know, that lil’ book…
Moira: Should I be bothered we have such a thingy?
Muradin: Ya should be more bothered that it’s ex libris Magni…

Tyrande: I give King Anduin my sincere condolences just as well as my congratulations. While it may seem harsh to say, I do believe he becoming the king is a change to better.

Mekkatorque: Well, not like anything is going to change much for us Gnomes. Maybe I just won’t have to start every diplomatic conversation with him “Hey, down here.”

Velen: While loss of King Varian is very tragic for everybody, I think that Anduin is the best leader his people could seek. It is important for the leader to be in touch with the Light… Or… Well, other spiritual entities.

Genn: Those fuckers killed Varian? What the hell? I swear the Gilnean forces are going to crush the Legion! I mean, we don’t stand much chance now, Anduin is too young to be a king. He should leave it all up to me and the Dwarves, and do something safe, like… Read a book or pray.

Tess: I give it a month before my father realizes that neither me nor Anduin are married… (Heavy sigh)

Aysa: Good gods, I don’t know… Are congratulations in place? Should I offer him mental support over his dad? Oh well, I just play some Jihui with him, that should do both.

Thrall: Pragmatical part of me says, that we are once again closer to the peace with the Alliance. However, I know how hard it is to become a leader in such a young age and how pressing the feeling of being responsible is… I think that Anduin will do well, but he should surround himself by friends, just not to be alone.

Vol'jin: I do not really thin’ dere be much change happenin’. But I actually couldn’t care less. Since I am, ye know, dead.

Spirit of Vol’jin: High-five?
Ghost Varian: (High-fives Spirit of Vol’jin)

Baine: In case Thrall is serious about that friend thing… Maybe I should visit Anduin in Stormwind… Just in case. And learn Jihui, because I will most likely run into Aysa there.

Sylvanas: (Furiously waves “Go Anduin!”  banner while wearing Stormwind tabard with “Anduin for King″ written on it)

Genn: You are either super supportive or super sarcastic. I can’t decide.
Sylvanas: (Blows party blower in Genn’s face) Doooooooot!

Lor'themar: Does Anduin drink? I could advise him how to manage drinking and ruling a kingdom of idiots at the same time. I am an expert in this field, if only I do say so myself.

Gallywix: Oh wait! I have a sign just for this occasion! (Pulls out a sign “I don’t give a fuck”)

Gallywix: I also have a sign that says “Sarcasm” in case you want it, Your Highness Greymane.
Genn: Why would I want such a stupid thing?
Sylvanas: Dooooooot!
Genn: Okay, how much?

Ji: I think I’ll just go to the Undercity and prevent Sylvanas from making “The King is dead, Long live the King” banners from happening. And then I’ll go to Stormwind and bring tea, so Aysa and Anduin and Baine can drink some good tea while playing.

Bolvar: Great, so I decide to sit on this freezing chair no longer and I have to calm down Anduin’s mental breakdown the first time I see him since Northrend. Great, really.

Kel’thuzad: You know, bringing his father back is always an option. I could easily arrange that. No problem at all.
Sylvanas: Doooooooot! Doooooooot!
Muradin: (Searching for the manual)
Bolvar: (Violence on Kel’thuzad)
Anduin: Lord Regent Theron… Is your offer still a thing?
Lor’themar: (Watches as Genn hits Sylvanas with the “Sarcasm” sign) Well, yes. Yes, I suppose.