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mirtadraws · 11 months
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He took another sip of his cocoa. It was only lukewarm now, but along with the cigar it meant that both his hands were occupied. That was important. He wasn't holding a weapon. No one could say afterwards that he had a weapon.
-Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
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leona-florianova · 11 months
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eeriefeelingsat3amuwu · 8 months
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*shoots up from bed* HOLD UP!
So. Okay. Monstrous regiment, after climax. Polly is meeting with Vimes and he’s giving her the vibes of this chill, not particularly noble dude who actually cares about human lives and stuff. It was a great conversation and one of my fave moments from the book, as a certified Vimes lover. But.
There’s one thing I JUST NOW realised happened in it. When Polly’s worried about all the ‘people in the other room’ (Rust and such), Vimes gives her a smile and says to not be worried because ‘I was once a seargant too’. This is obviously hillarious and it implies that Vimes knows how to manipulate the people in power to do what he wants them to, which we already knew, he is a nuisance to the nobs. But.
This book is set AFTER NIGHT WATCH. He was a SEARGANT TOO. Seargant in a special, almost military-esque rank during a really shitty situation. And it wasn’t that long ago. Or was it thirty years ago? Does it matter if the memory is still fresh in his mind?
HE’S TALKING ABOUT KEEL. HE’S TALKING ABOUT BEING JOHN KEEL. I AM GOING TO GO INSANE OVER HERE. FUCK THAT’S A GOOD DETAIL TO INCLUDE.
I am once again tipping my hat to Sir Pratchett for his writing. Fuck these books. How am I supposed to ever think about anything ELSE?!?!
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along-the-meadow-path · 11 months
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All the little angels rise up high...
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spacecapart · 11 months
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Here's something a little bit different for the Glorious 25th this year. I've had this Vimes animatic/AMV in my head for years set to the song 'Eight' by Sleeping at Last that I'll probably never have the time to do proper justice to, so here's the rough planning versions of the first six panels, which are all Night Watch-era tiny Vimes. I dare you to go and listen to that song and not have a lot of emotions about Vimes and his character arc throughout his backstory in NW, the years after, and then the main plot of Guards! Guards!, it's such a good song for him.
Image description: Rough pencil sketches of the following scenes:
Young Vimes stands at the front of a crowd of watchmen as John Keel draws a line across the training yard ground with his sword. Text: "I remember the minute…"
Young Vimes gets sworn in as a watchman, saluting while holding the King's Shilling in his other hand. Text: "It was like a switch was flipped"
Young Vimes sits in front of Captain Tilden at his desk, in a patched old-fashioned suit that's too big for him, awkwardly interviewing for his first job. Text: "I was just a kid"
Young Vimes looks at his reflection in a battered but well-polished breastplate that he holds in both hands. Text: "who grew up strong enough"
Young Vimes stands at the front of a small line of watchmen, in full armour, holding a wicker shield and looking nervous. Text: "to pick this armour up"
Young Vimes stands in front of a barricade, holding his sword and looking determined. He has a lilac blossom tucked behind one ear, and there is a lilac tree just in frame behind him. The lilac flowers are coloured in purple, standing out against the grey of the rest of the image. Text: "And suddenly it fit."
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vermilllionsands · 3 months
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Original Mothman eyewitness sketches by Roger Scarberry, late 1960s
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dimity-lawn · 1 year
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beardedmrbean · 11 months
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kelenloth · 11 months
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How do they rise up, rise up rise, up... Hail the Glorious 25th of May, friends. GNU Terry Pratchett. Made on HeroForge.
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curarems · 11 months
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You ever think about Ned Coates who knew John Keel and then there comes this impostor claiming to be him and he's all wrong and angrier and scowling and everyone is captivated by his every word. He comes in, takes over and walks around the place and picks it apart, turns it around 180°. People seem to like him.
But... He is not Keel. The name isn't his to bear. Who does he think he is? What side is he playing? Winder? Snapcase? Are all his actions a farce? Another of his lies, to trap those who don't know better?
Where's John Keel, his John Keel?
Ned sees Carcer, and he sees what he is doing, and he sees what the so-called Keel is doing.
And he knows which is wrong. Is this betrayal? What would Keel think, Ned supporting a man stealing his name?
But it doesn't matter. They all die the same.
And maybe... Maybe this man isn't Ned's Keel, but he will fight beside him anyway.
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labete-du-gevaudan · 2 months
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Ma Bell hates the FBI.
The FBI loathes the CIA,
The CIA doesn't get along with Air Force Intelligence.
And none of them is a match for the Great Intergalactic Council headquartered on Ganymede, a satellite of Jupiter, which is out to befuddle, bewilder, betray and ultimately annihilate the entire human race. While laying their fiendish long-range plans against us they have enlisted thousands of screwballs to spread propaganda and convince us that the flying-saucer folks are kindly, benevolent, peace-loving humanoids. If you are one of the millions who have swallowed this cosmic crapola, if you believe that flying saucers are real and that they are of extraterrestrial origin, then you'd better start digging a deep shelter in your backyard because all of the evidence accumulated over the past 33 years indicates that the Great Intergalactic Council has been engaged in a wholesale brain-fucking operation that has our inept bureaucracies totally confused, our military services cringing in cowardice and our great scientists mumbling to themselves in rubber rooms.
For 20 years I was an ardent believer in extraterrestrial intelligences myself. I had taken up the holy cause of unidentified flying objects even before an Idaho businessman named Kenneth Arnold made the first nationally publicized saucer sighting in 1947. As a boyI had already been influenced by the work of Charles Fort, a writer in the 1920s who spent his life burrowing into old newspapers and magazines, dredging up forgotten reports of strange aerial objects and bizarre animals from the 19th century. The first wave of UFO sightings in this century took place in 1909, anticipating the basic patterns of the later waves. In fact, those earlier objects, usually described as dirigibles, followed the same routes as the modern flying saucers would from New Zealand to Oklahoma. Mr. Fort puzzled over the early sightings and announced, with some glee, that we were hosting visits from people who lived in the sky. (He also proposed that the heavens were fake and that the stars were lights hanging from strings only a few thousand feet over our heads.)
1980
High Times Magazine, 1980s : THC : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
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sainamoonshine · 1 year
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Thinking about the end of Night Watch and like
« just like you Vimes I also like to come here alone and contemplate »
Assfghjkl Vetinari how many times have you stood in the shadows of this graveyard after dark and seen Vimes do the same???? Without ever letting him know you were there??
Also: consider what? What could you possibly have spent years considering while standing in the shadows looking at Vimes, Havelock? Maybe about how he looked more and more familiar as he got older?
Legit I was about to make a post like « lmao imagine being Vetinari doing ur usual yearly graveyard lurking and them Vimes and Carcer just start fighting right in front of your salad and they don’t even see you » but then I rethought about that line and like
Omg Vetinari if you know Vimes keep coming here alone after dark then this sounds like a « bitch what were you doing at the devil’s sacrament » thing lmao
But also like. Vetinari was in that alley watching Vimes when he told the other cops that Carcer once killed a watchman who was off duty and eating a pie. Thirty years later, a man named Carcer kills a cop off duty while he eats a pie… No wonder Vetinari seemed to already know what was going on in that first conversation in his office in the book. He’d already heard about that specific murder… He’d also heard Carcer call Keel « duke » lol
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haltraveler · 11 months
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theforswornelite · 3 months
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Despite everything, it's still you.
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thepalecrawlers · 4 months
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Moth man in Australia
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