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you are free

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reading your pinned post to myself 'whats the game?' 'you just lost the ga- SCREW YOU.' SERIOUSLY!? GOD. DAMNIT.

Achievement unlocked!

Game over!

Hehee :]

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Me, opening my Google docs: Ah yes, which of these 5639 unfinished fics should I reread and not write a single word in today?

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very upsetting that as a society thighs and tummies have been demonized. like they are literally just body parts and if they’re a little rounder it’s no big deal. beauty standards = pure embodiment of evil in this world

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*comes out of a pit covered in dirt and blood* “Need to…finish…writing this…..chapter…”

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Neil Gaiman, co-author of Good Omens:

My first encounter with Terry Pratchett was The Colour of Magic, as read on BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour. I was a young journalist and I reached out to his publisher for an interview, and thus became the first journalist to interview Terry Pratchett, in Bertorelli's Italian restaurant, in Gower Street. (We remembered it as a Chinese Restaurant in Goodge Street, demonstrating either the fallibility of memory or our fondness for Chinese food.) We became friends.

I was lucky enough to read Terry's books as he wrote them, to become one of his beta readers, and then to collaborate with him. Terry had a brilliant eye for the places where reality and narrative tradition intersect: he had a science fiction writer's mind, let loose on a fantasy world, and he loved to explain and show how things came to be. The last time we saw each other he told me I had to read a book about feeding Nelson's navy – and I still wonder, had he lived, about the Discworld novel he would have written, about ships, and naval battles and all, and the lessons he would have taught us. Because at his best, Terry was a teacher. The kind who makes you laugh while simultaneously realising that everything you have taken for granted so far is utterly wrong. I miss him.