From the High Throne of the askblog Queen

((I'm sorry, you misspelled "AWESOME"))

I JUST REALIZED IT'S TMI TUESDAY

Fuck, Marry, Get Drunk With. Send me 3 names.

"Hmph. Teysa might think she's in charge, but even she's still a lackey to her council."

"Oh so your hatred of the angels are supposed to make it all better," she scoffed, "you broke the rock, let her out, allowed her tyranny to flourished and left and we are just supposed to suffer."

Liliana stood there, arms folded, occasionally tilting her ear towards the vampire before finally asking, “Oh, I’m sorry. When are you going to get to the part where I care?”

"If you don’t want to take responsibility for your actions, would you want to make some filthy wing beaters suffer for your own amusement then?"

"Sorry dear, but I've got more entertaining things to do than have a bunch of prudes preach sermons at me while I pluck their wings off."

"I’m glad to hear it. The thing was a nuisance anyhow. But pray tell, how did you manage it?"

"Ah yes," Liliana said, pulling out a small scroll. "You mean this, don't you? Well I'm afraid the messenger got a tad...squished. Hard to return to sender when you're so deep in the pipes you collect rust yourself. You understand."

"Unless you’re a classy whore."

"No, then you're just an overpriced hooker." 

Jeleva burst into ugly laughter, “you really expect me to buy that, you force her to let her precious soldiers die the miserable deaths that they deserve or break the shiny rock, and pretend that you aren’t responsible for Avacyn’s release.”

"I don’t expect you to buy anything unless I tell you you’re buying, and I don’t pretend I didn’t do something unless we’re talking about bad hook ups. You can blame me all you’d like, but I’ll be damned if you think I care for any of those filthy wing beaters."

"Oh so your hatred of the angels are supposed to make it all better," she scoffed, "you broke the rock, let her out, allowed her tyranny to flourished and left and we are just supposed to suffer."

Liliana stood there, arms folded, occasionally tilting her ear towards the vampire before finally asking, "Oh, I'm sorry. When are you going to get to the part where I care?"

"It was your spell that caused it to happen, Thalia wouldn’t have risked the release of Griselbrand.  You forced her hand."

"Honey, you give me too much credit. All I did was give her a little squeeze. It was up to her whether she squeaked or not."

Jeleva burst into ugly laughter, “you really expect me to buy that, you force her to let her precious soldiers die the miserable deaths that they deserve or break the shiny rock, and pretend that you aren’t responsible for Avacyn’s release.”

"I don't expect you to buy anything unless I tell you you're buying, and I don't pretend I didn't do something unless we're talking about bad hook ups. You can blame me all you'd like, but I'll be damned if you think I care for any of those filthy wing beaters."

"I'm glad to hear it. The thing was a nuisance anyhow. But pray tell, how did you manage it?"

(going through old mtg trailers and re-appreciating how good they are)

((Ironically, the AVR trailer still sends chills down my spine))