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Illustration by Sophie Lucido Johnson

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I love the dynamic in the Discworld fandom on this site, I think it's mainly because there are a lot of dormant fans, if you will, who've read and loved the books for years but haven't engaged much recently, who sort of reappear whenever a fun post is doing the rounds. It's fantastic. We get the cozy small fandom vibe without the screaming matches, but also get the popular posts from time to time, y'know?

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"not my circus, not my monkeys" = not your problem

"not my circus, but those are my monkeys" = it's only your problem as far as figuring out how to retrieve them without being caught

"my circus, but those aren't my monkeys" = it's your problem until you figure out whose monkeys those are, and after that you make it their problem

"my circus, my monkeys" = this is 100% on you. On the bright side, if you decide you're chill with the shitshow currently happening, nobody can walk in and make you do anything about it.

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FYI iPhone users!

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I used to be really annoyingly smug about having perfect grammar, but honestly, these days I will admit that a person who misspells a word so badly that I have to sound out the individual letters to phonetically put together what word that's supposed to be, that kind of person is braver than I am. They heard a word in a conversation and have never seen it in writing and decided to just take a wild leap of faith and hope that their best guess is close enough.

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Happy holidays everyone! 🎄🥳 ⛄

May you frolic in a winter wonderland ❄️🌨️☃️

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Continue✨ Keep going✨

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yak scared of pumpkin not clickbait

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Art by Danijela Antunović

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Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.

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On of the less intuitive things about love, I've found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.

I didn't realize it until recently, but I've always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.

It's only as an adult, now, that I'm beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.

I cut my friend's hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over "bothering me" and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.

My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.

Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn't have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We're getting together for a visit next week.

It's hard to need things, if you've trained yourself not to. It's hard to want things, when you don't know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don't know where I'd be without the people who rely on me.

I've heard a lot of people say, "Nobody will love you unless you love yourself". I've had a lot of thoughts about it. It's not right, but it's not wrong, either, I think.

"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... I've always taken that to mean, "You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person".

Now, I think it's sort of inside-out.

"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.

Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.

It's not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It's giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It's giving someone the security of being part of someone's life.

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hey. HEY. artists. writers.

take your TIME

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ok so hear me out

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Dude this page is a lifesaver Google is really bad for working out the order to read them in

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“All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine!” ― Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men