Me: Remember that time Russ failed to pick up a cat?

My brain: Yeah, the Lion was just not impressed by his pick-up lines, but he kept trying anyway.

Me: Okay, I was going to be thinking about the Utgard scene in Wolfsbane because of @soniampride’s liveblogging of it, but that is also a way to interpret that, yes.

ask-fabius-bile:

“I understand. You found paradise in the Galactic North, you had a good chapter, you fought the good fight. The Inquisition protected you and there were the Mechanicus tithes. And you didn’t need a friend like me. But oh, now you come to me and you say – ‘Chief Apothecary Fabius, give me geneseed.’ But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Primogenitor. Instead, you come into my spaceship on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to grow progenoids for money.”

—

Fabius Bile to a desperate loyalist Chapter Master

@occultdetectives @immanueldid @khaosgurl @darkseraphscorner

(via ask-fabius-bile)

rest of Fabius fandom roll call: @soniampride @birdechoes @pureirishnonsense @askthedeamonettes

metalboxes:

eljackinton:

Black Library just keeps putting out books about Space Marine chapters or Tank Companies or whatever but what I really want is a book about the Imperium of Man’s music industry.

Like, a band that makes it big, like, so big that they draw the attention of the Inquisition, and they get charged with heresy because one of the band gets misquoted as saying ‘we’re bigger than the Emperor now.’ 

And it turns out that their manager set them up because he knew their sales would go through the roof after their deaths but in the end they get a reprieve because forces on the front line just got so demoralized without their music.

When they eventually split up one get’s hit by a stray bullet playing a concert for the troops and one ends up joining a chaos cult and another grows old and keeps pretending they’re in their glory days when people have long stopped caring, but their music keeps popping up now and again to be newly discovered by a delighted soldier or suspicious Inquisitor.

And their name, ironically, was Exterminatus.

Call me Black Library

I know I’d read it