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honestly a good partner isn’t necessarily someone who loves the exact same things you love but rather someone who is willing to listen to you ramble on and on about a particular subject that you’re passionate about even if they have little to no interest in it
Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.
Reblog if you like tea.
Any kind. Hot. Cold. White. Green. Black. Rooibos. Herbal. Oolong. Sweet. Unsweet. With Milk. Without. Tea is great.
All tea
Tea is life.
What kind of barbarian doesn’t like tea? I’m only TEAsing. Haha send help. No wait, send tea.
One does not simply LIKE tea.
Dug around in my archive drives for Discworld fanarts. I have a lot of Feelings I can’t articulate very well soooooo I’m not going to, just enjoy the draws xD FYI Zombie Reg is still one of my favorite faces I’ve drawn of all time, ever!
MAN I just remembered how I sketched the Vimes family portrait after I read Thud! I should find that and finish it…
goddamn!!
I’m curious. In the tags, tell me how you take your tea or if you just don’t drink it.
The fact that people are actually doing this makes me so happy!
Night, forever. But within it, a city, shadowy and only real in certain ways.
A hush falls over the disc.
Tiffany Aching, tending to her cheeses, stops and looks over the chalk. Mustrum Ridcully, throwing darts at the wall beyond the Bursar, puts them down and is quiet for the first time in the day. The Bursar, on some upswing of happy frog pill heaven, would have been grateful if he weren’t plunging from the pink clouds. Hex stops working on his differentials and Ponder stops his poking at the thing that should be going parp but isn’t.
Pseudopolis yard goes silent, the constant shuffling of paper and dragging of chairs ceasing and only the pling, pling of settling wood can be heard. Captain Carrot furrows his brow and looks to Angua, who was sitting with Sally and Cheri, but he finds no reason there, just the same emptiness. Sam Vimes, off for the day and having lunch with Sybil and young Sam has the sudden, unexpected urge to hold them both. He sees the look reflected in ihs wife and does so.
In XXXX Noelene and Darlene put down their mauve tinted beers and looks at the suddenly quiet patrons, Crocodile Crocodile and Daggy stop their own drinking. Twoflower and Lotus Blossom stop their bickering and Twoflower puts his hand over her delicate, deadly one. She doesn’t even think to pull out one of her daggers. Polly Perks stops while sharpening her swords and leans into Mal. Mal wraps his arms around Polly’s shoulders and puts the stone to the side.
The witches Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg, Magrat Garlick and Agnes Nitt all wander up to the Dancers, but say nothing, just look over to the gnarled ground where time and space are tangled together. You hides under Granny’s skirts. Nanny hasn’t put out her pipe, but she also hasn’t taken a puff of it since they all arrived.
Rincewind and The Librarian are surprised when the grimoire they were wrestling stops suddenly and lays flat, but it’s short lived. Rincewind sits heavily in a chair and the Librarian sinks onto his knuckles with a soft ook. Vetinari pauses in his reading of the evening’s missives and reports, reaches to Mr. Fusspot and puts his hand on the little dogs head. Mr. Fusspot huffs quietly in his in tray. Drumknott, never one to do so without invitation, sits in the chair in front of his Lordship’s desk and looks positively despondent.*
Susan’s class was already quiet, but it was that special quiet that isn’t really quiet but full of the papery sounds of concentration and effort. The children stop what they’re doing sit demurely, even Tibby Willins who never stopped fidgeting. Only the sounds of Asperanda Weaver sniffling suffused the room.
And then there was a voice, because there’s always one, raised up in song. It was unsure at first and a little wobbly, and possibly a little snotty too. “A wizards staff has a knob on the end, a knob on the end-”
In Hung Hung there was a shock as One Favourite Pearl broke the silence with Now That We Are Free Let Us Continue With Consideration And Care.
Remorse lifted his voice over the canyons, over the horses, over the gang, singing about the bushranger Rinso
Agnes saw no choice but to join in with Nanny
Nobby Nobbs and the golem Dorfl joined together singing Where Has All the Custard Gone. Say what you like about Golems, but they know how to sing.
In the Royal Post office the old men in the brotherhood of the post sang of legible return addresses and correct stampage.
The clacksmen sang in time to the shutters, the goblins on the rail sang like stomping on walnut shells, the Dwarfs in their mines sang songs about the deep.
Lord Vetinari did not sing, but did not look askance at Mr. Fusspot when he howled, low and long, or at Drumknott who stood once more and went to arrange his paper clips and hummed.
Ponder Stibbons didn’t know many songs, but he felt compelled to sing a lullaby his mother sang to him when he was young. Hex joined in, clicking and whirring and parp-ing in time.
Ridcully sang a song about drinks too loudly at the Bursar and the Bursar, for once, did what he could to keep up.
Shufti and Paul sang Sweet Polly Oliver to Jack, who did not understand why he was so sad, but now giggles and smooshes Paul’s nose with his chubby hands.
And in his study, at his desk, Death lifted his skull from his hands and took up the life timer that had been placed before him.
ALBERT, he said I HAVE NEVER ONCE REGRETTED DOING MY DUTY.
“No, master,” his manservant replied, unusually hushed and compliant
BUT I SUPPOSE I DON’T HAVE A CHOICE IN THE MATTER.
“No, master”
WHEN IT’S TIME, IT’S TIME
“Yes, master.”
SADDLE BINKY FOR ME, ALBERT. AND PERHAPS PACK SOME SHERRY AND PORK PIES. THIS ONE MIGHT TAKE A WHILE. I SHOULD LIKE IT TO TAKE A WHILE.
“Yes, master.” And Albert left, singing a song he hadn’t thought of in years. Centuries, if there was any way to delineate centuries in that timeless place.
Great A’Tuin the world turtle, swam on through space, whose sadness first quieted the elephants, and then the disc, heard the song and took his comfort from them, joined them, singing the song he himself had learned when he was a mere hatchling. The song of the worlds.
And at the start of the desert, sitting against a stone, the golem Anghammarad looks towards the end and says, “All Things Go.”
*Meaning, of course, that the very corner of his mouth is slightly downturned and there is a small furrow in his brow.
Terry Pratchett
I swore I wouldn’t reblog any pictures of Death taking Terry.
And then Chris did this one and made my cry all over again, so fuck it. Just this once.
GNU Terry Prachett
GNU Terry Pratchett
GNU Terry Pratchett
Sir Terry Pratchett, 28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015
“DON’T THINK OF IT AS DYING, said Death. JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.”
Art by Paul Kidby
No-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
RIP
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R.I.P. Sir Terry Pratchett (28 April 1958 - 12 March 2015)
Thank you for creating wonderful world where everyone can find their story. We will miss you.
So here’s my tribute to one of my favourite writers of all time - the one and only Sir Terry Pratchett. Discworld books are a true gem, and personally my favourites ones are about the (Night) Watch. Samuel Vimes is my spirit animal and Lord Vetinari a role model ;)
(Just in case if I failed to paint it properly - on Sir Terry’s shoulder we can see a small dragon, one from Lady Sybil’s Sunshine Sanctuary for Sick Dragons )
Rest in Peace, Sir Terry Pratchett.
thank you
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…Possibly because just now, when we thought it might be starting to be spring, it started snowing. …But no, seriously: in this case, it’s just because we had an expense drop down on us that we weren’t expecting, and the simplest way to deal with it is to have a sale and offer everybody a nice fat discount. The result: you’re happy, we’re happy, everybody wins. So from now until 14:00 UK time tomorrow (March 4th), you can purchase anything in the store for 60% off our normal catalog price. This includes our newest offering, the canonical Young Wizards short novel How Lovely Are Thy Branches. The discount will also work just fine on the tablet / device-specific 9-volume “box sets” of the Young Wizards New Millennium Editions — so if you’ve been thinking about grabbing one of these, this might be a good time.
No discount codes or other tomfoolery are necessary: the store’s already done the discounting for you. (And seriously, some of the prices after the discount are just silly.) The sale’s good for everything in our catalog. For a walkthrough of our checkout process, just click here. So go on, take advantage of us! As long as it’s you, we won’t mind.
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