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Zuko: There’s something off about her. I can’t explain it but she’s slipping. 

 Azula:

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i hate when i send someone a meme in another language and they're like "uhm... translate? 😒" fucker i sent you a meme where 90% of the words have an english cognate and/or you don't need to know what they're saying to find it funny. can you at least TRY

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Well, to be fair, as a vampire, a desk spike probably isn't a great idea.

Especially as an ADHD vampire.

Now just imagining Vlad using his stiletto to pin half-scribbled reminders to his desk so he doesn't lose them.

Like, hmm, where did he put that note? Ah, yes. Under the big sharp pointy thing.

Swithin considers pointing out that he's ruining both the blade and the desk, but after 400 years of being a vampire thrall to the walking embodiment of undead ADHD chaos, you learn to pick your battles.

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Tiffany couldn't quite work out how Miss Level got paid. Certainly the basket she carried filled up more than it emptied. They'd walk past a cottage and a woman would come scurrying out with a fresh-baked loaf or a jar of pickles, even though Miss Level hadn't stopped there. But they'd spend an hour somewhere else, stitching up the leg of a farmer who'd been careless with an axe, and get a cup of tea and a stale biscuit. 

It didn't seem fair.

“Oh, it evens out,” said Miss Level, as they walked on through the woods. 

“You do what you can. People give what they can, when they can. Old Slapwick there, with the leg, he's as mean as a cat, but there'll be a big cut of beef on my doorstep before the week's end, you can bet on it. His wife will see to it. And pretty soon people will be killing their pigs for the winter, and I'll get more brawn, ham, bacon and sausages turning up than a family could eat in a year.”

“You do? What do you do with all that food?”

“Store it,” said Miss Level. 

“But you-”

“I store it in other people. It's amazing what you can store in other people.” Miss Level laughed at Tiffany's expression. “I mean, I take what I don't need round to those who don't have a pig, or who're going through a bad patch, or who don't have anyone to remember them.”

“But that means they'll owe you a favour!”

“Right! And so it just keeps on going round. It all works out.”

“I bet some people are too mean to pay-”

“Not pay,” said Miss Level, severely. “A witch never expects payment and never asks for it and just hopes she never needs to. But, sadly, you are right.”

“And then what happens?"

“What do you mean?”

“You stop helping them, do you?”

“Oh, no,” said Miss Level, genuinely shocked. “You can't not help people just because they're stupid or forgetful or unpleasant. Everyone's poor round here. If I don't help them, who will?”

"A Hat full of Sky" - Terry Pratchett

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Re-reading all the Watch books right now, and I am so struck by something I never noticed before: the parallels between Vimes and Angua. Vimes may have ‘put words in Carrot’s head’, as Angua thinks to herself in Feet of Clay, but it’s Angua who is his closest equal in the Watch, and his natural successor as the City’s guardsman. Carrot fulfils just about every destined leader trope there is, but Angua is an equally determined investigator, positioned as a leader within the Watch, and she’s the one we see getting into the weeds on investigations as much or even more than Carrot (digging around in Thud, stowing away onboard ship in Jingo). Angua is in many ways the face of the new Watch that Vimes built, as much as Detritus is, and in some ways more so because she’s an immigrant and Detritus was raised in Ankh-Morpork: a member of a minority who made it good in a Watch that upholds the law, one law, one public law for everyone. She doesn’t always seem to feel like she belongs, but neither does Vimes in the later books, as he settles into a commander’s role and learns that he has to delegate. The Watch is still her home, and she always returns to it.

There are a lot of personal parallels, too. Like Vimes, she has a craving she has to fight constantly even after years of abstinence - though there’s the obvious difference that Angua craves blood because she’s undead, and Vimes craves alcohol because he’s maintaining sobriety and even after many years that takes effort - and it never leaves her. Her love for a personification of the city, her suspicious nature, the prejudices they work to overcome, all echo Vimes. They have a close professional bond and often seem to understand each other better than they understand Carrot, who’s operating on a different, destined plane. People try to insult Vimes, or compliment him, or at any rate describe him, by calling him Vetinari’s terrier, and he doesn’t know if he hates it or owns it or both - and then there’s Angua, who repeatedly alludes to wolves that follow humans being dogs and means herself, and clearly doesn’t know if she hates it or owns it or both. They have a vexed relationship with their own selves, and a sense of duty you could break rocks on: they’re constantly working to live up to the people that they need themselves to be, creating red lines in their own heads that they are just waiting to see crossed. Carrot’s destiny pulled him to Ankh-Morpork. Angua and Vimes took one look at their respective destinies (werewolf noblewoman scrapping for power with unhinged brother, drunken copper sinking beneath the surface into bitterness and bad noir fiction) and put the damn things under arrest.

Angua von Uberwald for Commander of the City Watch, is what I’m saying.

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I've literally been on worse paved roads in a posh area of England in the last month. Legitimately rough to drive on in a Jeep because the camber and potholes combined turned it into something like an evil BMX track rather than a country lane.

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happiness is when you see a dick unexpectedly

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what you have to understand about dungeon meshi is that the entire conflict basically boils down to "every character is autistic but in ways that clash so catastrophically horribly that everyone thinks everyone else is a nuclear-level threat"

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Harrow may not have what you'd call sterling social skills, but that girl is a pussy seeking missile and the only lesbian in a book full of lesbians who entertained the thought "what if I actually made a move?".

harrow definitely thought they were like dating and in love after the pool scene meanwhile gideon is like shit she’s in love with a dead body not me i guess i’ll kill myself (for her)

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I think a very important unwritten piece of locked tomb canon is that corona and ianthe are absolutely both writing home regularly to mummy throughout the entire series - not with any helpful plot points or anything, they just want pocket money. Their mother, hatefully running a planet that she also hates, has the knack of silently wiring pocket money in an incredibly nasty and hurtful way - despite not accompanying it with a note or anything - just a sort of careful psychic warfare involving timing, amounts of money, the transfer service, etc.

(Although at at one point she asks if one of them has Babs, or if he’s dead or what. Corona ghosts her and ianthe texts back “who”)

Anyway, breaking off your meeting with god or the rebels or whatever because mummy has just sent you $465.73 in THEE bitchiest possible way

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The once in a blue moon time where I post on this blog hgkfdasf

Have a Thistle I'm working on, I had to get some test photos with the wig even tho the costume is barely started.

As always the editing is me touching a bunch of stuff and treating it like it's digital art bc it's the thing I know how to do so fdhkjas photo editing in clip studio bc it's what I have XD

Fun fact, the book I'm using as prop is the iliad

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I'd hazard a guess as well that, just by their nature, cults are better at advertising.

If you're out there looking for a communal living space, the cults will grab your attention because grabbing the attention of people looking for community and pulling them in is exactly what they're made to do. And they have to basically always be doing it.

Meanwhile most decent communes are going to be at capacity and aren't actively recruiting if you know what I mean?

hey ct. you know cult stuff. why is it that its so much easier to find cult shit than actual community? ive soft dodged like three cults trying to find a rural communal living situation. what is it about cults that is so appealing over Being Normal And Chill About Community Living

Man. That's a good question, and not one I'm qualified to answer with any real authority, but I've got some cents to give.

Capitalism is isolating. As public spaces and resources are stripped from the public, it becomes harder and harder to exist as a community. But still, people yearn for community. We are by and large social creatures.

Unfortunately, that means that sometimes, the organizations who can provide community, do so on predatory terms.

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Don't fuck with me cuz I grew up on the mean streets of Happyville, where you have to fight to survive. Mayor Sunshine and the Funsketeers used to corner me outside of Old Mr. Happy's Sweet Shop every day on the way home from school and try to shake me down and y'know I didn't always win those fights. Sometimes Mayor Sunshine would be at City Hall the next day with a busted nose or his arm in a sling, and sometimes he'd walk away one nickel richer and I'd have to go without my oversized lollypop. I once watched an anthropomorphic kitty cat wearing jodhpurs and an adorable little waistcoat hold up a gas station with a Mossberg. It's a goddamn war of all against all out here.

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This. This feels like a central theme of TLT that goes underrated (and one of the reasons that Alecto probably isn’t going to be about defeating God). You cannot prioritize both revenge and healing. When it comes time to choose you need to pick anabolism. You have to choose to live.

John wasn’t a Bad Guy all along, he was a furious, brilliant man who saw a horrible injustice wrought and did his best to stop it. Under other circumstances, he’s the kind of guy who’d work himself to the bone to cure cancer or stop global warming. Unfortunately he also had a vengeful streak a mile wide and when it came down to it he quite literally chose Eat the Rich over Save the Poor. His villainous meltdown happened ten thousand years ago and now he’s just having a sad little self destructive spiral, slowly collapsing like an old star. He’s the villain but not the main obstacle.

The main obstacle is that the Earth is trapped in a fully articulated body, the solar system is undead, the path to the afterlife is clogged. It’s an environmentalist plot, the solution is going to be fixing the environment! Prioritizing that, instead of punishing the pathetic whinging instigator of the apocalypse is, I suspect, going to be one of the main goals and conflicts of AtN. Because as easy as it is to punch God, that’ll only solve one of your problems (the problem is that God is not currently being punched).

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Another one that I've seen people get wrong is claiming that Mrs is derived from the possessive Mr's, showing that that a woman belonged to a man.

This is not true, which makes sense when you think about the fact it's pronounced like "misses" not "mister's". Miss, Mrs and Ms are all derived from Mistress, which was not linked to marital status, it's just the feminine form of Mister/Master (and in fact, originally Miss and Mrs were interchangeable too).

This school has instructed me to change all staff members that we have identified as 'Miss' to 'Ms.'

The salutations do not always mean the same thing.