thinking about how the watch books and the moist books are all about the city, and what would happen if it was moist given charge of the city watch and vimes working in the post office. the easy answer is obviously that it wouldn't work; lipwig's heart lies in selling sizzle, whereas vimes' primary interest is ascertaining where the sausage was on the night in question. but i'm compelled by moist looking at criminality from the other side - it's the same thought process, but the criminal should end up inside the cell, the patrician beams - suddenly faced more often with the consequences of petty crimes, with the victims, with the messy nasty aftermath. vimes, drunk and depressed in a dead-end job in the post office, which no-one uses or respects anyway, seeing the next postmaster die and hearing about the clacksmen dying and deciding: no more. moist would think carrot was his parole officer; vimes would struggle, somewhat, with a nine foot man of clay hiding the bearhuggers all the time. the watch would be shiny and sexy and the post office wouldn't be, not at all, but there would be a very angry man hauling letters about the place, mumbling to himself about setting them on fire because he's not having someone else's words in his damn head. the summoning dark wouldn't like lipwig; he knows its tricks. moist wouldn't arrest an army, or the patrician, because he doesn't believe in the law that way, but he'd talk everyone into such confusion that they'd forget what he was ambassadoring for in the first place. vimes wouldn't race the clacks, but he'd check the vault for gold properly when he took on the bank and get its previous owners arrested, causing widespread chaos and giving lipwig a headache. it'd work out of sheer bloody-mindedness and love of the city and it would shake out all wrong - but it would shake out nonetheless.
also lipwig would think it was so funny, being head cop, and vimes would love playing with trains. they deserve that.
thinking about daemons as a manifestation of the soul. and also about being a teenager and having a cringey, weird, flexible and unsettled little soul. how many teenagers in a daemons!verse are out there persuading their souls to take a similar shape to their friends' souls? or accidentally mirroring a crush and being teased relentlessly for it? there's got to be kids going no, this is right, this does feel right, with their daemons trying their damnedest to look comfortable in the shape of a little bird, say, because their hero on tv, or in a book, or in a band, has a little dainty bird daemon. and then, years later, a sibling is going to say hey, remember when you decided he was a bird because you had a crush on that singer? about the colossal st bernard flopped over the entire sofa and a terrible pillow fight will ensue because oh my god, shut up, that never happened it's so embarrassing.
sure visible souls are cute and important and say something about you, but it's also the mortifying ordeal of being known when you're a kid and that's the last thing you need
Snapshots from Washington’s 292nd birthday weekend at Dey Mansion. My coolest takeaway is that I can officially say I’ve slept in Washington’s 1780 office!