There'll come a time when it'll all be clear, Sweeper had said. A perfect moment.
The occupants of these graves had died for something. In the sunset glow, in the rising of the moon, in the taste of the cigar, in the warmth that comes from sheer exhaustion, Vimes saw it.
History finds a way. The nature of events changed, but the nature of the dead had not. It had been a mean, shameful little fight that ended them, a flyspecked footnote of history, but they hadn't been mean or shameful men. They hadn't run, and they could have run with honor. They'd stayed, and he wondered if the path had seemed as clear to them as it did to him now. They'd stayed not because they wanted to be heroes, but because they chose to think of it as their job, and it was in front of them--
"I'll be off then, sir," said Reg, shouldering his shovel. He seemed a long way away. "Sir?"
"Yeah, right. Right, Reg. Thank you," mumbled Vimes, and in the pink glow of the moment watched the corporal march down the darkening path and out into the city.
John Keel, Billy Wiglet, Horace Nancyball, Dai Dickins, Cecil "Snouty" Clapman, Ned Coates, and, technically, Reg Shoe. Probably there were no more than twenty people in the city now who knew all the names, because there were no statues, no monuments, nothing written down anywhere. You had to have been there.
He felt privileged to have been there twice.
Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
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hey, don’t cry. 7,985,796,531 people on earth and you, remember?
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nothing will ever beat the experience of watching skam happen in real time back in 2016 with the instagram posts and the text messages and the episodes dropping whenever during the day/week it was insane actually i want to go back
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Missing the reputation tour rn🥹 I want her back
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Not exactly what you asked for, on the Darksiders 2 stream, but I hope it’s just as good.
HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL, OMG I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD ACTUALLY DO IT! DOODLES!? DOOOODLESS?//?¬!?!?!
DITTIES!!!
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"Sarge?"
"Yes, Corporal Ping?"
"Why're some of you wearing purple flowers, Sarge?"
There was a subtle change in the atmosphere, a suction of sound caused by many pairs of ears listening intently. All the officers in the room had stopped writing.
"I mean, I saw you and Reg and Nobby wearing 'em this time last year, and I wondered if we were all supposed to..." Ping faltered. Sergeant Colon's normally amiable eyes had narrowed and the message they were sending was: you're on thin ice, lad, and it's starting to creak...
"I mean, my landlady's got a garden and I could easily go and cut a--" Ping went on in an uncharacteristic attempt at suicide.
"You'd wear the lilac today would you?" said Colon quietly.
"I just meant that if you wanted me to I could go and--"
"Were you there?" said Colon, getting to his feet so fast that his chair fell over.
"Steady, Fred," murmured Nobby.
"I didn't mean..." Ping began. "I mean...was I where, Sarge?"
Colon leaned on the desk, bringing his round red face an inch away from Ping's nose.
"If you don't know where there was, you weren't there," he said in the same quiet voice.
Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
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One is loathed to admit that they found Saltburn familiar and relatable but one did indeed find Saltburn familiar and relatable.
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*me shouting to the void*: bring emo music back
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