When they’d gone, Lady Sybil sat for a while staring at her hands.
(…) In many ways, she told herself, she was very lucky. She was very proud of Sam. He worked hard for a lot of people. He cared about people who weren’t important. He always had far more to cope with than was good for him. He was the most civilized man she’d ever met. Not a gentleman, thank goodness, but a gentle man.
She never really knew what it was he did. (…) He tended to drop his clothes into the laundry basket before he eventually came to bed, so she’d only hear later from the laundry girl about the bloodstains and the mud.
(…) There was a Sam Vimes she knew, who went out and came home again, and out there was another Sam Vimes who hardly belonged to her and lived in the same world as all those men with the dreadful names…
Sybil Ramkin had been brought up to be thrifty, thoughtful, genteel in an outdoor sort of way, and to think kindly of people.
She looked at the pictures again, in the silence of the house.
Then she blew her nose loudly and went off to do the packing and other sensible things.
—  From The Fifth Elephant.

Y aqui tenemos el habitat de Vegetta777, una estraña especie que ni confirma ni desmiente una posible ralcion con su mejor amigo y compañero de piso al cual llama “chqui”, “tomatito”, “niño”, entre otros y con el que comparte un cuadro lleno de fotos de los dos solos. Depues de ver esta imagen podemos asegurar que el individuo tiene ya un 0% de posibilidases de ser hetero, pero, por el contrario, un 100% de probabilidades de que sus fans le sigan buscando novias ficticias. No cambien de canal, seguiremos informando.

  • me:*takes a deep breath*
  • me:i lo-
  • anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever:yes, you love Sam Vimes, we know, you love Sam Vimes so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Sam Vimes, we KNOW, you love Sam Vimes you fucking love Sam Vimes ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE SAM VIMES. WE GET IT.
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citydin asked: samuel sullivan or adam monroe?

I’ve lived for four hundred years. Who is to say that I’m not going to live four hundred more?