“What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together.
“There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.”
She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.”
“Blasphemy and lies,” I said.
|—||Harry Dresden and Molly Carpenter, Ghost Story by Jim Butcher (via frodo-swagins)|
Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I’m too stubborn to die. And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.
*screams and flails at screen* No Scarlet. NO. You can’t do this to me right now. I am audio-booking Cold Days and… and… Harry just left the island in chapter 18. AND BROTHERS. Adorable loving jerk-ass brothers, and OH MY HEART.