Rate the avatar of the person above you: part two

[Napoléon]

9/10, your facial expression looks like you want to hit me around the head with an axe.

[Nine]

5/10 Looks like he has a Napoleon complex

[Violet]

I believe her expression to be closer to axe-rape than murderous...



That napoleon avatar makes him look high... I love it

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5/10 Looks like he has a Napoleon complex

Are you plotting something?

6/10

[Nine]

Are you plotting something?

Maybe

8/10 Is that a banana in her hand?

[Napoléon]

8/10 Is that a banana in her hand?

Holy shit I've never even noticed that.

7/10 for lack of originality.

[Nine]

7/10 for lack of originality.

hock: I think your find my face is original!

Gunna have to find a new pic now

[thesummerqueen]

7/10 because you're not looking at the camera.

[Nine]

10/10 No reason

[thesummerqueen]

6/10 now - there's always a reason.

Here you go Shell. After watching LotR in a clarity that made me want to hump the TV, and getting back to rereading the book, I am at one of my favorite parts with some of my favorite imagery.

"As they listened, they began to understand the lives of the Forest, apart from themselves, indeed to feel themselves as the strangers where all other things were at home. [...] Tom's words laid bare the hearts of trees and their thoughts, which were dark and strange, and filled with a hatred of things that go free upon the earth, gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning: destroyers and usurpers. It was not called the Old Forest without reason, for it was indeed ancient, a survivor of vast forgotten woods; and in there lived yet, ageing no quicker than the hills, the fathers of the fathers of trees, remembering times when they were lords. The countless years had filled them with pride and rooted wisdom, and with malice."

"Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! merry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?"

Her long yellow hair rippled down her shoulders; her gown was green, green as young reeds, shot with silver like beads of dew; and her belt was of gold, shaped like a chain of flag-lilies set with the pale-blue eyes of forget-me-nots. About her feet in wide vessels of green and brown earthenware, white water-lilies were floating, so that she seemed to be enthroned in the midst of a pool.

[Nine]

6/10 now - there's always a reason.

I dropped a point

8/10 Dropping me a point