#lilac day

[oneclumsybat]

Pressed and framed some lilac because I could

[klinefelterrible]

🥚

Reblog this to give Sam Vimes a hard-boiled egg.

[parkayquarts]

Every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame!

And the soldiers march behind me,

I can hear them beat their spears!

And for the first time in all my life,

I know I'm more than what I fear!

Happy Glorious 25th of May!

[elliottjpg]

"Boo."

Happy Glorious Twenty-Fifth of May to all who observe.

Like last year, I opted to do a redraw of an old drawing from 2020; a companion piece to my previous drawing, a redraw from 2019. Night Watch is a good context to revisit the past and look at how I've evolved.

Rise up!

[anothermanoutoftime]

The Glorious Twenty-Fifth of May...

"How Do They Rise Up?"

[tofiam]

Quick picture I did yesterday when talking with a lovely Discworld Discord people!

Love you all...

Happy Glorious 25th of May!

[robotbirdhead]

We get, rightfully imo, pretty sad and somber and naval-gazey about Discworld and Sir Terry on the 25th of May but I need everyone who might be discovering this series through this annual outpouring of love and sadness to know that these books are mostly just really fucking funny. Like, they're heart-wrenching and poignant but really they can only pull that off because they're also the funniest books ever written. There's a line near the end of Hogfather that, when I read it, made me feel more deeply connected to, like, the concept of humanity then I ever have before, but the book was only able to deliver that because the rest of it is about what if Santa Claus got kidnapped and a Big Skeleton had to take over his job? It's a patently ridiculous series but that is absolutely also where it's power comes from.

[soup-of-madness]

Was I going to post this? Inconclusive. But did I forget to post this on Sunday? Yes. But anyway here’s my poetry that I don’t particularly like but oh well

The Lilac memory

Do you remember? the old barricade Enemy, friend? The lines blur and fade, Old men, young men. See how they rise, See the little angels rise up high.

Oh, how glorious The 25th of May. How many good men fell that day? Wearing the lilac, they fell proud, Now they join the little angels, dead in the ground.

I am not a soldier. I'm a civilian with a badge. I'm a drunk who is just a drink too sober. So why am I a leader, watching the little angels See them rise up high?.

Now watch the little angels rise up, rise up. See the little angels rise up high. Crossbow bolts through the chest. Rise up high and finally at rest.

The lilac memory dipped in scarlet.

Their little angel faces starlit.

The lilac memory.