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an incomplete list of iconique Sam Vimes Moments™:

arresting a dragon

running through the streets of ankh-morpork naked

running through the woods of uberwald naked and fighting off werewolves with his bare fucking hands

telling the ancient personification of darkness and vengeance to fuck off

“Well, Reg, tomorrow the sun will come up again, and I’m pretty sure that whatever happens we won’t have found Freedom, and there won’t be a whole lot of Justice, and I’m damn sure we won’t have found Truth. But it’s just possible that I might get a hard-boiled egg.”

arresting an entire war

the ginger beer trick

reluctantly acquiring yet more titles, being embarassed

responds to being told the watch can’t interfere with the aforementioned war by handing in his badge and raising a militia

just no fucking clue how boats work

That! Is!! Not!!! My!!!! Cow!!!!!

giving up all hope of returning to a future with his wife and child to stay in the past and fight in a revolution he knows he can’t win because failing to try to help people is utterly antithetical to the fundamental state of being Sam Vimes

“when the shouting started she knew Sam was alive and well, because only Sam made people that angry”

if anyone’s setting fire to this city it’s going to be me (ankh-morpork has burned down at least twice already at this point)

arresting fucking Havelock Vetinari

“I’ll teach him to walk! I’m good at teaching people to walk!”

getting annoyed at the idea that the assassins are no longer willing to accept any amount of money to kill him

defusing a riot with a cigar and a mug of cocoa

throwing fucking Havelock Vetinari over his shoulder

all of the international incidents because he’s fundamentally incapable of not being salty to The Man

despite being The Man

telling Vetinari to shut up

Vetinari shutting up when Vimes told him to

stopping all of ankh-morpork’s traffic because reading to his son before bed is infinitely more important

getting obscenely rich, hating all of it except the bubble baths

“Who are you, pray?” “The law, you sons of bitches!”

“How dare you? How dare you! At this time! In this place! They did the job they didn’t have to do, and they died doing it, and you can’t give them anything. Do you understand?”

arresting himself

every single fucking noir and western and cop movie one-liner

having so many near-death experiences that Death calls them “near-Vimes experiences” and brings a book along

fistfight on a ship being hit by a river tidal wave in the middle of a storm

“a watchman is a civilian you inbred streak of piss”

gleefully pointing out to the assassins that he does in fact technically own the place

ordering rebels to take down their barricades and rebuild them properly

sillyjimjam

“on whose authority?” “Mr Burleigh and Mr Stronginthearm” (five years too early)

the sam vimes “boots” theory of economic unfairness

fisticuffs on the ROOF of a SPEEDING TRAIN

SHIRTLESS

he TORE HIS SHIRT OFF

TO FIGHT DWARFS

on the ROOF of a SPEEDING TRAIN

having the entirety of the police force across the world named after him - “sammies”

having a tiny policeman inside his own head because he doesn’t trust himself

eXTREMELY PROTECTIVE OF HIS WATCH FAMILY

knowing beforehand what the treacle mine road lads were going to do to him and turning it back on them by stealing the inkwell back - and making them all wonder who he’d frame for it

“it’s a half brick in a sack, sarge” “i’m saving up for a house”

constantly striving against his own ingrained prejudices!! even when he really struggles, he tries to always be inclusive!!

raised on the Mean Streets but secretly Soft

loves! cushions! the more pillows the better!

every time his alcoholism is addressed

literally becomes his own mentor

can’t do anything without being extra as fuck

is most hated and feared by his enemies for being - not a lord, not a copper - but a blackboard monitor

#Terry Pratchett #GNU Terry Pratchett #discworld #sam vimes

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@wholesome-animal-images

#cat #cats #bleb

bisexualbaker

Happy Moon Landing Eve! Remember to leave out oatmeal and moon pies for Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong, and don’t let Michael Collins convince you to prank NASA!

freckledandholy-blog

if i lay here

if i just lay here

do u think this fanfic will write itself

wordsformurder

I never hit reblog this hard before.

xenokattz

I heard this in my soul.

Despite it all I was born in the right generation. I love having more than 2 outfits to wear & not being pregnant.

babyfoxcollectionthings

#horse #horses

slavicafire

what I really liked as a little kid was that an old nice man would visit our neighbourhood every saturday in his little green fiat 126p, park on the edge of our old and ugly playground, and set up his cotton candy machine.

it was a loud and horrible metal thing smelling of fuel and burnt sugar. it was the best cotton candy ever. the small cotton candy cost 50gr and the big one (so big you couldn’t eat it alone!) cost 1zł. he’d always wait as we stood under the balconies, each kid yelling MAMOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAAJ MI NA WATEEE

if you only had super small change like 20gr he’d still make one for you, just very small. and if you stayed until obiad time when he would start disassembling the whirring miracle machine, he’d let you scrub out the sticky bits of half-cottoned sugar with ice cream sticks.

cheesy songs would play on his little radio and a gaggle of other grandpas and uncles would gather around him if the day was sunny to talk about old times. we’d tease him all the time, monsters that we were, or try to sneak into his ugly-green maluch.

made a lot kids smile, especially if you didn’t really have much money.

hope you’re alright, wherever you are.

slavicafire

and you know, it’s funny – each time that I see a green fiat like his or each time I see cotton candy, I think of this man. he’s probably gone now, none of us even ever knew his name, he was just pan od waty. but even a loose 50gr coin found in a pocket now makes me think, 20 years later:

oh, enough for a small cotton candy on saturday!

sivavakkiyar

1 year ago today (July 19th)

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2 years ago today (July 19th)

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Leverage 5x9- "The Rundown Job"

#leverage

becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys

Hi! Your polls have enticed me to learn Welsh so I can be less wrong on your polls! Could you possibly explain why bore da, prynhawn da and nos da all have one d but noswaith dda needs two?

I am UTTERLY delighted to hear my silly ridiculous nonsense has done actual appreciable good in this world. Incredible.

And yes, I can! Like a lot of languages, Welsh has gendered words; feminine words trigger the dreaded soft mutation, whereby the first letter of the next word mutates to a 'softer' equivalent. So c becomes g, p becomes b, and a bunch of others.

In this case, bore prynhawn and nos are all masculine, so the d following stays as it is. But noswaith is feminine, so it changes the d into a dd.

However, don't stress too much about getting the mutations right. Over practice, you learn them instinctively in the end anyway. Getting one wrong does feel wrong to a Welsh speaker, but in almost every case it's still understandable, and all it does is signal that you're a learner. And we love learners.

Welcome aboard!

becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys

Mutations Cheat Sheet!

Three types. Easy to hard:

Aspirate Mutation

c -> ch

p -> ph

t -> th

Used after the word "a/ac" meaning 'and', and after the word 'ei' meaning 'her (possessive)'. Note - 'ei' can also mean 'his', but in that case it triggers a soft mutation. This is how Welsh conveys gender.

Nasal Mutation

b -> m

c -> ngh

d -> n

g -> ng

p -> mh

t -> nh

tsh -> nh*

Used most commonly after the pronoun 'fy' meaning 'my', and the word 'yn' meaning 'in'. You see it a lot in place names - 'in Cardiff' becomes 'yng Nghaerdydd', for example. Note that this mutation can actually alter the end of the triggering word, too - 'yn' there became 'yng'. This is to make it easier to pronounce the mutated following word. 'Ngh' is a difficult-looking cluster of consonants in isolation, but when strung together it means 'yng Nghaerdydd' becomes pronounced something like 'ung Haerdydd'.

This one looks harder than it is. In reality, this mutation genuinely makes these easier to say aloud.

Soft Mutation

b -> f

c -> ch

d -> dd

g -> _ (it vanishes. You just lose the g.)

ll -> l

m -> f

p -> b

rh -> r

t -> d

tsh -> j*

The asshole one. This one indicates feminine nouns and most commonly crops up there after the word 'y/yr', meaning 'the'. It also kicks in after prepositions, and to indicate a whole host of other things. If you go on a deep dive into Welsh grammar there's a good, like, seventeen ways this can end up kicking in, actually, but that's not something you need to stress about until you study at A Level or above.

As I say. Don't get too hung up on this one; it comes with practice. The useful thing is just knowing which letters might change to which, so if you encounter a word that surprises you you can sort of 'convert backwards' to find what it used to be.

*So this is a fun one - Welsh has the letter 'ch' already, right? Pronounced the German way, back of the throat. However, loanwords being what they are, there are now some English words spelled with an English 'ch' that have drifted into Welsh. A big example of this is 'chips'.

But, Welsh is extremely strict about its spelling - loanwords are a-ok, but they need to be transliterated. But how do you transliterate 'chips'? How to denote that sound?

So, we are starting to use 'tsh'. This is very new and not yet recognised as a letter.

BUT, in North Wales the verbal language is evolving fast, and they now have mutations for it. Tships, dy jips, fyn nhips. This is extremely fascinating to linguists and everyone is very excited.

However, I have only included it all here for completion's sake - in practice, you won't see this on any Welsh course yet.

itchylimpet

I have a question about... I've been thinking of it as mutations, but I'm confused because it doesn't follow the rules that I'm (struggling) working out as I learn

So, pedwar, right? Sometimes it turns into pedair? And the numbers all seem to have an alternate version. Like, tri is sometimes tair, as well.

Is that a mutation thing or is that something else entirely?

becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys

It's related - numbers have an old archaic hold over where they sometimes have masculine and feminine forms. Not many things do (I can think of numbers, colours occasionally... that's it offhand), it's generally been dropped for modern Welsh. But numbers are the last bastion of it.

But the idea is, if the thing you're numbering is feminine, you swap to the feminine number. Tbh I can actually only think of three numbers that do it as well, 2 3 and 4. So dau bachgen/dwy ferch. Tri bachgen/tair ferch. Pedwar bachgen/pedair ferch.

Colours OCCASIONALLY do this, but only really in archaic or fossilised forms. Gwyn (white) becomes gwen, for example. Colours also occasionally have plural forms for use when describing plural things, but again, that's archaic or fossilised. Pobl gwynion: white people. But in the vast majority of cases, colours just have the one word in modern Welsh.

Anyway, I hope this explains it!

escapekit

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#art

the-fiction-will-knit-the-real

OK, so I've been knitting since 2010, and I just learned 2 things.

[1] Magic loop was invented around 2002

[2] Circular needles were invented in the 1910s

That means that, if you were knitting as recently as just over 100 years ago, you either were knitting with straight needles or with double points

??????????????

I fucking hate straight needles, and I fucking despise double points [personally, I know not everyone does]

I like to imagine knitting as this craft that goes back hundreds of years and connects me to history and all that. And in some ways it is

But then I find out that I've been ALIVE longer than the magic loop method? If my grandmother had been able to teach me to knit [she died around the time I was born but was apparently a very experienced knitter], she wouldn't have even known what magic loop was???????

I also wonder if I would have even liked knitting at all If I was stuck with straight needles and double points

Idk my mind is blown over this and I guess I just need to remember that my knitting is a modern craft that is only in some ways related to historical knitting

#knitting

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charl0ttan

something i actually just realized on call w some friends recently is how crazey it is that your online friends are as many as thousands of feet above or below u right now. like if you teleported to their location without changing your height above sea level, well your fucked in some way basically

charl0ttan

How high above sea level are you right now?

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Voting ended on55m

#around 1014 feet

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morrak

My first biology professor had an ‘inadequacy drawer’ full of things to remind him he wasn’t, in fact, the dumbest and laziest person to ever exist. It was mostly Darwin, notably these two bits:

‘But I am very poorly today and very stupid and hate everybody and everything.’

‘I am going to write a little Book for Murray on orchids and today I hate them worse than everything.’

funkyness

“I am at work on the second vol. of the Cirripedia, of which creatures I am wonderfully tired: I hate a Barnacle as no man ever did before, not even a Sailor in a slow-sailing ship.”

-Charles Darwin on a letter to his cousin

rhube

Charles Darwin: unexpected depression hero.

sophiamcdougall

I knew about “I am very poorly and very stupid and hate everybody and everything,” but not the others.

“I hate myself, I hate clover, and I hate bees” is A Mood.

anima-beata

My favorite Darwinism: “I am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects”. Hits me right at the center of my hyperfixated soul.