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joycrispy · 7 months
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I found the quote I was trying to remember earlier:
Terry looked at me. He said: “Do not underestimate this anger. This anger was the engine that powered Good Omens.” I thought of the driven way that Terry wrote, and of the way that he drove the rest of us with him, and I knew that he was right. [...] And that anger, it seems to me, is about Terry’s underlying sense of what is fair and what is not. It is that sense of fairness that underlies Terry’s work and his writing, and it’s what drove him from school to journalism to the press office of the SouthWestern Electricity Board to the position of being one of the best-loved and bestselling writers in the world. [...] Terry’s authorial voice is always Terry’s: genial, informed, sensible, drily amused. I suppose that, if you look quickly and are not paying attention, you might, perhaps, mistake it for jolly. But beneath any jollity there is a foundation of fury. Terry Pratchett is not one to go gentle into any night, good or otherwise. He will rage, as he leaves, against so many things: stupidity, injustice, human foolishness and shortsightedness, not just the dying of the light. And, hand in hand with the anger, like an angel and a demon walking into the sunset, there is love: for human beings, in all our fallibility; for treasured objects; for stories; and ultimately and in all things, love for human dignity. --Neil Gaiman, Sep. 24, 2014. theguardian.com.
These paragraphs have stuck with me for almost a decade. I read this article the day it came out, and it struck a chord that's still ringing, to be honest. Back then, I'd only read maybe 5 books of Discworld; this article was the first I'd heard of Good Omens.
I think of this --'do not underestimate this anger'-- literally every time I think of Terry Pratchett. I certainly thought of it when I finally did get around to Good Omens a few years later --as an audiobook, borrowed from my library. I listened for the sound of the engine.
Posting this here to remind myself to keep listening.
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panboiiibish · 6 days
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Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically hare bf and his bunny partner. Like have you ever seen that pic of a hare and bunny eating from the same feeder?
Big boi hare could reach the very top while the bitty bunny was nibbling from the bottom. Just makes me think I how cute would it be for a rough hare and his soft bunny. Your fur is so fluffy and pretty perfect for pet life. While his is course and scraggly ready for the wild life.
He tries to get his little bunny to come out on hikes with him. Even if they end with you getting a piggy back ride while crying about sore feet. He kinda likes having his sweet little partner needing his help. Maybe after getting to a resting spot or even home he gives you wonderful foot rubs.
Could also see him just adoring taking care of your fur. He loves brushing and playing with your fur. Though he might love it more when your grooming him. Just the sensation of your little hands brushing over his big ears, it makes his tail wiggle with joy.
And when hes not bringing you on long walks or being groomed hes always towering over you. On the bus and need help reaching the bar? Just use his arm! Feel a bit skittish from predator types, dont worry love your big lovers covering your bitty frame.
Even if he isn't as big as them hes willing to fight the big fight to keep your soft little self safe. And even if he does get stabbed up and bruised hes got your adorable self to patch him up. Always there to cup and kiss his wounds to make him feel so much better, better expect him to reward you for that. <3
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poppyswriting · 4 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓…
Blitzø coming into your house out of nowhere as if it was normal.
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It’s been a while since you started working with I.M.P and you couldn’t say anything negative it was quite the gig and it wasn’t like the missions sometimes weren’t fun to do.
It was one of the large amount of jobs that you had that actually gave you something to think about instead of your shitty life. You had great friends too, Millie and Moxxie were great Loona, well you were getting into that. But Blitzø was definitely the one that was the closest to you.
And you meant it literally and metaphorically. Ever since you entered I.M.P you’ve been building a pretty good friendship between the two of you. And he sometimes even got off the hip of Moxxie and Millie to your hip which the couple noticed almost straight away. Of course Moxxie was happy about this and relieved while Millie just smiled talking about it being her boss was making more friends. You didn’t mind it, before this job you were a full time loner. You didn’t had much friends so you had your house all for yourself, everyday.
But that changed when one day you woke up at the middle of the night hearing some noise coming from your dinning room. Robbers you thought, as you reached for your nigh drawer and pulled off a knife you had there just for this type of cases. With smooth movements you approached the hallway as silent as you could. This wasn’t a situation that surprised you since your landlord and the guards at your apartment complex were total lazy asses, so it was just about time someone snuck up and tried to steal something.
Looking by the frame of your wall you looked to see the silhouette of an imp roaming through your fridge. You kinda felt bad, maybe the imp didn’t had any food and wasn’t in the position to buy any. But from all of the apartments it had to be yours, well you weren’t letting that little thing steal anything from you as you approached their back. And unconsciously holding your breath you raised you knife ready to stab them before they moved rather quickly taking your arm and pinning you against the wall.
You hissed at this as they let go as quickly as they noticed your face, turning around you expected a strange face but you were met to…. Your boss?
“Boss? What the fuck are ya’ doing here?” You lowered you knife while you saw how he avoided looking into your eyes and fidget with his fingers. “Wait, wait have you been entering house before?” You frowned, the thought of him going into your home before it didn’t bother you as much like a normal person would it just confused you why.
“Hey, look I don’t mind just.. Warn me the next time you come in here. You got me thinking you were a robber or some shit.” He chuckled while sighed and yawned, looking over tot he fridge to se wit was still open.
“Did you took anything?” he avoided eye contact again, making you frown. “Blitz..” you walked over to your fringe, strange, nothing seemed wrong. “You ran out of butter.” You heard him say and you checked, did he ate the fucking butter?
“How did you- never mind I don’t even want to know.” You sighed and closed the fridge door, you checked the clock in the wall and it said 2:36am. Good dear it was late, you grabbed Blitzø’s hand and walked him to your bedroom. “Why are you taking me here?”
“Hey, you wanted to crash in here I’m not going to judge you. My bed is not that big so careful you don’t fall.” You lifted the sheets and moved closer to the wall so he could lay in that spot, he seemed a little surprised by this since Moxxie and Millie always threw him out in the nicest way they could. So he smiled and lay there besides you, pulling the sheets over him and getting himself comfortable.
after some minutes you heard low snoring sounds, that meant he was sleeping. Good, tomorrow was Saturday so it wasn’t like you got to get up in the morning and wake him up too. But your thoughts cleared for a second when you felt his tail make its way up to you thigh to then curl up in your whole leg. You chuckled a little and smile at this, it was cute you couldn’t deny it. So you returned the favor by making your tail curl up in his, good now you two were even.
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lovebeatriceplz · 13 days
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Thinking about! young Katniss Everdeen going on about her life, finding ways to secure a meal for the night. Numb to the pain and grief and responsibility, then being hit out of nowhere and doubling over, sobs racking her body, thoughts clouded and painful as Prim tries to soothe her, her pleads falling on deaf ears.
Thinking about! Katniss's mother falling into a depression when the love of her life died. Paralyzed. Only being able to watch her children suffer as she couldn't bring herself to help.
Thinking about! Peeta Mellark who will never be the same as he was, who will never reclaim his identity to the fullest extent. Peeta Mellark who still isn't certain about what's real and what's not real.
Thinking about! Annie who had to plan a funeral only weeks after planning her wedding, having to raise and take care of her son on her own.
Thinking about! Katniss watching her children play in the meadow that was once a graveyard.
Thinking about! Katniss and her father finding comfort and solace in the meadow, and survival. Not knowing it was also the place of their ancestors, the sanctuary of the covey people, of Lucy Gray.
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ahollowgrave · 7 months
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-- a moonbeam gifted life.
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detectivebambam · 2 months
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kevin day and andrew minyard both have praise kinks btw
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monarchteen · 3 months
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tired of working hard, let me be a romance girlie in peace. let me frolic in flower fields and watch romcoms all day and read about fictional couples and make playlists about my favourite characters and fantasize about falling in love.
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loveisfx · 3 months
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and what if we shared a tender kiss in the trenches?
and what if we held each other in the cold seeping mud?
and what if we rested our foreheads against each other's
to share the same skin
to share the same breath
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chrisginny · 1 year
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queer rep is like “i think i might be gay omg 😳” while queer-coding is like “i can take care of myself / no / what do you mean, no?” “are you going out for the henley hall play? / uh, maybe / you know, you really should, gin, you’d be great” “all the good ones go for jerks, you know that” “you should come to the rehearsals / oh, i should?” “we got it, pittsie, we got it!” (staring lovingly at a kid in class while he recites a poem) (being an inseparable duo and building an illegal radio together) (showing genuine emotional vulnerability to a boy he met last month) (playing puck) (playing hermia) etc etc etc..
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ofhouseusher · 3 months
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drunk and thinking about mary mcdonnell
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offline-nobody · 5 months
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best ship dynamic is two people who are both blatantly autistic but in completely opposite directions
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Ask my dad if the murder-basement is psychological horror or body horror.
He doesn't get what I mean.
Try to explain the difference between psychological horror and body horror.
"Haha. It's a good job, son :)"
Go into the murder-basement.
It's both.
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estuaryorange · 1 year
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Thinking about how few shits Stede gives about the distress of the crew really makes the bathtub scene hit even fucking harder like Lucius keeled over in front of him and he was just annoyed fuckery rehearsal was interrupted but Ed has a flashback and panics and he breaks open his own fucking door and sinks to his knees beside him and says Ed’s name in the tenderest voice and I am oN fIrE
Oh you’re dying Lucius? Inconvenient and rude. Ed is upset?!?! Fuckery, what fuckery ARE YOU OK EDWARD would you feel better if I tell you that you’re good at maiming people please don’t cry I’ll forgive you for planning to murder me I’ll do anything to stop you looking so desperately sad let me just touch you gently let me make it better
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jawllines · 7 months
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gamblegun · 2 months
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The "words have meanings" posts are so irritating in their smugness and single mindedness. You know words have meanings, but they also have cultural and community based histories, that give them a personal and dynamic meaning to different people. When someone seemingly has contradicting identities, it's best to hear them out on why. I have overwhelmingly found that they have good reason.
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Thinking about Kyojuro who is so quiet the first time you make love. He's so focused on making sure you feel good, making sure he's doing everything right because it's your first time. You bring it up afterwards, when your wrapped in his arms trying to catch your breath and tracing the scar that takes up half of his abdomen. Asking him if he enjoyed his first time and expressing your worry because he was so quiet. Hes shy even though your both still naked and sweaty. Mumbling about how nervous he is and he didn't want to turn you off.
Your swinging a leg over him seconds later, straddling him as you lean down, pulling his hands to rest on your hips.
"let's just get you to relax then"
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