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p4nishers · 5 months
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i love you kind personification of death i love you compassionate anthropomorphism of loss i love you caring concept beyond our imagination i love you loneliest being in the universe i love you discworld death
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higgsbison · 1 year
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Discworld Elysium PART 7
p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6
MASTER POST
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pratchettquotes · 7 months
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"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
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xylophone888 · 11 days
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autism is a spectrum and the spectrum in question is between twoflower ponder and rincewind
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small diagram of what im saying
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doing daily portrait sketches!! here’s some of the first few <3
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aeshnacyanea2000 · 4 months
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‘Just shut up, will you?’ he said. ‘It’s Hogswatch! That’s not the time for silly arguments, all right?’ ‘Oh, yes it is,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies glumly. ‘It’s exactly the time for silly arguments. In our family we were lucky to get through dinner without a reprise of What A Shame Henry Didn’t Go Into Business With Our Ron. Or Why Hasn’t Anyone Taught Those Kids To Use A Knife? That was another favourite.’ ‘And the sulks,’ said Ponder Stibbons. ‘Oh, the sulks,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. ‘Not a proper Hogswatch without everyone sitting staring at different walls.’ ‘The games were worse,’ said Ponder. ‘Worse than the kids hitting one another with their toys, d’you think? Not a proper Hogswatch afternoon without wheels and bits of broken dolly everywhere and everyone whining. Assault and battery included.’ ‘We had a game called Hunt the Slipper,’ said Ponder. ‘Someone hid a slipper. And then we had to find it. And then we had a row.’ ‘It’s not really bad,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. ‘I mean, not proper Hogswatch bad, unless everyone’s wearing a paper hat. There’s always that bit, isn’t there, when someone’s horrible great-aunt puts on a paper hat and smirks at everyone because she’s being so bohemian.’ ‘I’d forgotten about the paper hats,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. ‘Oh, dear.’ ‘And then later on someone’ll suggest a board game,’ said Ponder. ‘That’s right. Where no one exactly remembers all the rules.’ ‘Which doesn’t stop someone suggesting that you play for pennies.’ ‘And five minutes later there’s two people not speaking to one another for the rest of their lives because of tuppence.’ ‘And some horrible little kid—’ ‘I know, I know! Some little kid who’s been allowed to stay up wins everyone’s money by being a nasty little cut-throat swot!’ ‘Right!’ ‘Er . . .’ said Ponder, who rather suspected that he had been that child. ‘And don’t forget the presents,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies, as if reading off some internal list of gloom. ‘How . . . how full of potential they seem in all that paper, how pregnant with possibilities . . . and then you open them and basically the wrapping paper was more interesting and you have to say “How thoughtful, that will come in handy.” It’s not better to give than to receive, in my opinion, it’s just less embarrassing.’ ‘I’ve worked out,’ said the Senior Wrangler, ‘that over the years I have been a net exporter of Hogswatch presents—’ ‘Oh, everyone is,’ said the Chair. ‘You spend a fortune on other people and what you get when all the paper is cleared away is one slipper that’s the wrong colour and a book about earwax.’
-- Terry Pratchett - Hogfather
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dimity-lawn · 8 months
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He [Ridcully] smiled at her expression. 'What is your job, young lady? Because you are wasted in it.' It was probably meant as a compliment, but Glenda, her head so bewilderingly full of the Archchancellor's words that they were trickling out of her ears, heard herself say, 'I'm certainly not wasted, sir! You've never eaten better pies than mine! I run the Night Kitchen!' The metaphysics of real politics were not a subject of interest to most of those present, but they knew where they were with pies. She was the centre of attention already, but now it blazed with interest. 'You do?' said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. 'We thought it was the pretty girl.' 'Really?' said Glenda brightly. 'Well, I run it.' 'So who does that wonderful pie you send up here sometimes, with the cheese pastry and the hot pickle layer?' 'The Ploughman's Pie? Me, sir. My own recipe.' 'Really? How do you manage to get the pickled onions to stay so hard and crispy in the baking? It's just amazing!' 'My own recipe, sir,' said Glenda firmly. 'It wouldn't be mine if I told anyone else.' 'Well said,' said Ridcully gleefully. 'You can't go around asking craftsmen the secrets of their trade, old chap. It's a thing you just don't do. Now, I am concluding this meeting, although what it has in fact concluded I shall decide later.' —Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals
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zagreuses-art · 2 months
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Chapter 3: Lord Vetinari's confession (also here on AO3)
“I love him. His rage, and his genius, and his great, big, gullible heart. I did not know I had fallen." ... "But he is yours,”
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“Havelock,” she interrupted him gently. “Havelock, do you think you could you learn to love me too?”
[ID: a two panel sketch in pencil, with digital coloring, of Sybil and Vetinari. The first panel shows Vetinari standing with his head bowed and his eyes downcast, his hands clasped on his cane. He is facing Sybil, who is sitting on a bench with a shocked expression, crying. She is in a dress and fancy wig. They are in a lamplit garden surrounded by hedges. The second panel shows Sybil, in her dragon care-gear and a different wig, standing and grasping Vetinari's outstretched hand with both of her own. Vetinari is seated at a desk, and his eyes are very wide. There is light coming in from an unseen window behind his chair, casting him in shadow but highlighting Sybil and their hands in gold. His hands are shaking. End ID]
Bonus doodle:
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[ID: a pencil doodle of Sybil walking towards the viewer with an angry expression, behind her Lord Monflather's legs are sticking up out of a fountain with the caption "get dunked idiot", he is circled and multiple arrows point to him end ID]
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beaft · 8 months
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there are two pratchettisms that are evergreen to me and one of them is Sam Vimes Boots Theory and the other is the pascal's wager joke. literally cannot read a philosophy book without thinking of the pascal's wager joke
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evilphrog · 1 year
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Überwald. Something from the back of my language classes is stirring, and…
Did he really make a land full of big forests that foreigners barely understand, and then name it Big Forest? And the whole thing hinges on a common English misunderstanding of what über actually means, with the proper translation (Over Forest) being a direct commentary on the internal politics of the place?
Godsfuckingdammit terry!
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tableofshrooms · 2 months
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Ponder is really going through it in The Last Continent
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Happy Terry Pratchett Day!
I'll always remember the first time I listened to Wyrd Sisters and fell in love with the Discworld books.
Please share your favourite books, characters and moments!
Favourite Books: Thief of Time, Thud!, Monstrous Regiment, Good Omens
Favourite Characters: Susan Sto Helit, Magrat, Death, Angua, Lobsang Ludd, Carrot, Cheery, Polly, Sam
Favourite Moments: The ending of Thief of Time, where Susan has the "perfect moment" with Lobsang. All the Sally/Angua moments in Thud!. When Colon talks about the meaning of the Glorious 25th in Night Watch. The Vimes Boots Economic Theory. WHERE'S MY COW!!!!. The Axe of My Father conversation between Rhys and Vimes. Rhys asking Cheery about her dressmaker. Girls Night in Thud!. The ending of Monstrous Regiment.
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beaniegender · 6 months
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I need to put Sam Vimes in a jar and shake him up so so so hard RAHHHH
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pratchettquotes · 9 months
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"Actually, we are worrying unduly," said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. "Sharks have a very undeserved reputation as man-eaters. There is not a single authenticated case of a shark attacking anyone, despite what you may have heard. They are sophisticated and peaceful creatures with a rich family life and, far from being ominous harbingers of doom, have reputedly even befriended the occasional lost traveler. As hunters they are of course very efficient, and a full-grown shark can bring down even a moose with...er..."
He looked at their faces.
"Er...I think I might perhaps have got them confused with wolves," he mumbled. "I have, haven't I?"
They nodded, in unison.
"Er...sharks are the other ones, aren't they?" he went on. "The vicious and merciless killers of the sea that don't even stop to chew?"
They nodded again.
"Oh dear. Where can I put my face...?"
"Some distance from a shark," said Ridcully briskly.
Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent
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mendedrum · 6 months
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"Oh my gods," moaned the Dean, rolling over. "He's doing pressups."
"I certainly wouldn't want anyone to think I'm advocating a return to the bad old days," said the Chair of Indefinite Studies trying to dislodge some sand from his ear. "But once upon a time, w-w… we used to kill wizards like him."
"Yes but we also used to kill wizards like us, Chair," said the Dean.
"Remember what we'd say in those days," said the Senior Wrangler. "Never trust a wizard over sixty-five. Whatever happened?"
"We got past the age of sixty-five, Senior Wrangler."
"Ah yes and it turned out that we were trustworthy after all."
"Good thing we found out in time, eh?"
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this is my favorite part of Last Continent so far lmao. The wizard faculty finally addressing how much they would have wanted to kill Ridcully (and each other) in the past.
It's also a great parallel to Ponder Stibbons' earlier frustrated musings about how it's hard to be the young one among the faculty of old wizards.
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aeshnacyanea2000 · 5 months
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The Librarian was an orang-utan, and no one thought that was at all odd. The Reader in Esoteric Studies spent so much time reading in what the Bursar referred to as ‘the smallest room’ that he was generally referred to as the Reader in The Lavatory, even on official documents. The Bursar himself in any normal society would have been considered more unglued than a used stamp in a downpour. The Dean had spent seventeen years writing a treatise on The Use of the Syllable ‘ENK’ in Levitation Spells of the Early Confused Period. The Archchancellor, who regularly used the long gallery above the Great Hall for archery practice and had accidentally shot the Bursar twice, thought the whole faculty was as crazy as loons, whatever a loon was.
-- Terry Pratchett - Soul Music
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