my dolls got fucking raptured wtf
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my dolls got fucking raptured wtf
Smote: Songs From The Free House (Rocket Recordings, 2025)
Album illustration by Célestin Krier.
#Clue #smitten
Smote - Snodgerss (2025) I've always dug those (mostly) one person bands that give the impression that there's half a dozen people wailing away at their respective instruments like a frenzied orchestra when it's really just an individual conjuring an elaborate musical illusion. Daniel Foggin is one of those people. This 4 minute piece is quick, its percussion differentiates it from the rest of the album (providing that engaging weight that gradually builds to a crushing crescendo), and it's probably the most accessible song on the album. It works for me. I'm into it.
"All right, what happened?" said Vimes, turning to the troll.
"We're hearing where dis boy shot dis man," said Detritus. "We got here, next minute it rainin' people from everywhere, shoutin'."
"He smote him as Hudrun smote the fleshpots of Ur," said Constable Visit.*
"Smote?" said Vimes, bewildered. "He killed someone?"
"Not by der way der man was cussing, sir," said Detritus.
* Constable Visit-the-Ungodly-With-Explanatory-Pamphlets was a good copper, Vimes always said, and that was his highest term of praise. He was an Omnian with his countrymen's almost pathological interest in evangelical religion and spent all his wages on pamphlets; he even had his own printing press. The results were handed out to anyone interested and everyone who wasn't interested as well. Even Detritus couldn't clear a crowd faster than Visit, Vimes said. And on his days off he could be seen tramping the streets with his colleague, Smite-The-Unbeliever-with-Cunning-Arguments. So far they hadn't made a single convert. Vimes thought that Visit was probably a really nice man underneath it all, but somehow he could never face the task of finding out.
Terry Pratchett, Jingo
Screenshotting obsessively, as usual. Tell me why I almost burst into tears.
"Smitten... I believe."
anyway, i have a lot of beef with this thamepojun plotline (and jun's character in general) and i feel like i'm watching something else while reading the posts & comments of people enjoying the plotline but...
THAMEPO FIRST KISS NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And maybe a little bit more, because William was being really shy about it on today's ig live (or maybe it's just a kiss but since it's his first on-screen kiss you know, it has to be embarassing)
The villain crumpled to the ground as the butt of his opponent's sword smacked him in the shoulder. That's going to bruise. His eyes drifted up to the man standing over him, whose muddy boot now stained the chest of the velvet robes beneath it.
"Too cowardly to actually turn your blade against me, and yet you've smitten me still. Well done, O Noble Knight."
The knight raised a brow, wary of any distraction and yet unable to resist. He knelt, letting a little more of his weight fall on the other man's chest.
"I think you mean smote. Smitten is not the past tense of 'to smite.'"
Two velvet-sleeved arms unpinned themselves quick as lightning, though they did not reach for a weapon. Rather, deft fingers tightly grasped the collar and chin of the knight and tugged him closer.
"Oh, foolish hero," the villain purred as he locked eyes with his assailant. "I meant smitten."