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They/them - 22 - currently (re)reading: the fifth elephant i like and follow from @croissantfrog

[constable-dorfl]

Hi :]

I'm Orion. I'm technically on a tumblr hiatus rn but my discworld obsession has reached critical capacity and I must Post. This blog will mostly be for me to have a little collection of posts that I like. If you see me in your notifs reblogging every post in your discworld tag don't worry about it, kitten.

Oh also I would love to chat with people about the books; they are taking over my brain rn and I am still trying to get my irl friends to read them (but my partner just got Going Postal from the library yippee!)

[asparklethatisblue]

Shufti and Wazzer on cooking duty

Based on this post cause it made me let out a snort

[asparklethatisblue]

Good Borogravian girls...

The backstories of the (human) members of the Monstrous Regiment squad, and what pushed them into joining up

[megafaunatic]

You think I am an it? Vell, let me act like an it.

*

terry pratchett's THE TRUTH

[cakyon]

[asparklethatisblue]

Somewhere in the Ramtops

I finished Pentiment the other day, and felt an insane urge to draw the Lancre Witches in that style

[parkayquarts]

some watch stuff

[platformcowboyboots]

[higgsbison]

Vetinari's Terrier: out

Dearheart's Unusually Large and Completely Blonde German Shepard: in

Set in future where Vimes breaks both his hips on the job and Vetinari's seen with a single gray hair in public and they have to retire.

[the-reading-lemon]

Adorabelle Dearheart as Patrician and Angua as Commander of the Watch is the future liberals want.

[leona-florianova]

Oh Reg…. 

[psilocervidae]

If there's one thing about Terry Pratchett, he sure knows how to write a romance between World's Lamest Dude and Woman With Autism

[calamitys-child]

Granny Weatherwax is consistently described as handsome rather than beautiful and always keeps her hair tied up tight under her hat and has no interest in romantic or sexual contact past present or future and drives a janky old car broom which she refuses to let anyone else fix or replace and is deeply practical and self sufficient in her household management and is gruff and compassionate and mentors the younger members of her community and has zero time for bullies or bigots and what I'm Saying is. Stone Butch Granny Esme Weatherwax fucking When

[calamitys-child]

Rereading the Tiffany books now and can I also say I'm also obsessed with Granny Aching and that's led me down towards Sybil too and then further like. AUGH I just love the way pterry writes women he writes them big and strong and caring and practical and unhinged and never writes a perfect hegemonic Ideal Woman he writes women that are Real they're fat they're scrawny they're old they're young they're stupid they're wise beyond their years they're wise exactly the level of their years and simultaneously stupid exactly the level of their years. Stone butch witch and her best friend in the world the horniest grandma ever. Their various adopted siblings children and grandchildren including a hippy who could explode you if she wasnt so nice, an opera singer inside a witch, and Me When I Was Nine. Werewolf. A dozen completely distinct Mulans. Incredibly angry goth civil activist who smokes like a chimneystack in a storm. Transgender chemist. Posh fat champion of the very underest of dogs. Old shepherd who would be a more recognisable witch if anyone could distract her from lambing season. Scottish Matriarch. Investigative journalist everyone respects until she looks down her nose at them in contemplation and they run for the fuckin hills. Vampire milf who keeps a gay boytoy around exclusively to cause political drama and dresses like an explosion in an antique store. Sex worker and revolutionary union leader. Absolutely fucking unmatched work by anyone especially a famous male fantasy author nobody is doing it like him

[mushroom-punk]

recent discworld doodles. 71 hour ahmed you're my everything youre my WORLD. wolfgang's also there, i guess.

[kabaks]

me

[thoughts-of-a-scoundrel]

AAOAOAOAOSOIDD ITS NOT HIS FAULT... HE LITERALLY HAS VALKYRIE WIFE, 6'6" DWARF CAPTAIN, AND PREDATORY FLAMINGO GOTH AROUND HIM LIKE 90% OF THE TIME.... 😭😭😭

[lordveterinary]

short king

[skyriderwednesday]

Vetinari does know how to knit and is actually fairly good at it*, but he doesn't have time to commit to his own projects and he is entirely banned from touching Drumknott's knitting for several reasons.

Firstly, it is incredibly disconcerting to pick up your knitting project and find it several rows ahead of where you left off. It doesn't matter that you knit the repeat exactly to where it was when Rufus put it down, it's weird, stop.

Secondly, he knits in (the Disc's equivalent to) English style, which is entirely compatible with Rufus's [for lack of coming up with an appropriate term] Continental, but mixing the two at random starts twisting the yarn and messing up the tension, so stop.

Most pressingly, he's left-handed and Rufus is not, so sections end up knitted backwards in comparison to others, which hasn't resulted in disaster yet, but will surely go wrong eventually-- the thought of which gives Rufus terrible anxiety, sir, please stop.

*Being the kind of child that bothered adults by insisting on being part of their conversations, handing a young Havelock a ball of yarn and a pair of needles was a good way to shut him up**.

**At least until he figured out how to knit and talk at the same time. His Aunt Bobbi still slightly regrets inadvertently teaching him to multitask at the age of three.

[skyriderwednesday]

Oh my god, he would absolutely figure out how to encode his knitting.

Taking the minutes of the Guild Council meeting? Amateur.

Rufus is knitting the minutes.

Or rather, he's knitting the minutes he took in the conventional way, which are still required for archival purposes.

[skyriderwednesday]

Aaah, I love that! He is totally pressganged into knitting with Sybil when he comes over for tea, and she marvels at his skill (and he points out that he has been doing it since he was three, Sybil, so it isn't too surprising).

He can absolutely knit a sock in an hour or two, which does sometimes result in a pair in an afternoon, but more often I'm sure Sam is subtly wound up by finding a single brand new sock in his drawer.

He'll knit the other one eventually.

[parkayquarts]

i still think about this so often. shes so everything to me

[goalieflashflight]

This paragraph killed me, and this is full of spoilers. I could write tomes of literature about this paragraph. This is from 'Monstrous Regiment' by Sir Terry Pratchett. Polly is a soldier pretending to be a man. Their god declares things sinful as abominations. The abominations were reasonable, then tolerable, and then wholly insane and even life-threatening. The country's citizens do what they can and guiltily ignore what they can't. Polly's mother was highly religious and found solace in their fading god.

Polly's brother is only described as having learning difficulties, but his hyperfixation is birds. He can name them, recognize their sounds, and mimic them. If he is not told what to do, he will stand outside and observe for hours. Polly, who was responsible for Paul, saved and worked to buy a paint set for him. Paul excitedly paints a bird that could fly off the page. Polly's mother is enraged by this, as painting living things is an abomination, and throws the paint and picture into the fire. Even though almost every room has a drawn picture of the Duchess, whom everyone prays to to talk to their god!

Her mother burned the picture. Her mother who Polly speaks about in only certain terms follows like a ghost in the story. She is another deity that has let Polly down. Something else she can't believe in.

I AM FERAL!

She lost everything she ever believed in that moment. Her mother, her country's god and the Duchess.

We all have that moment in childhood where we realize our parents aren't perfect, they aren't invincable. Polly's mom first did this by burning the picture then sealed it when she got sick and died. Which parelles how the country's god has died and all that is left is echoes. Echoes like that we see of Polly's relationship with her mother. Like how the Duches echoes the voice of another character when possessing her.

This story oh god this story. I will end it here, but there is still so much to say.