happy hogswatch ;)

WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HADN’T SAVED HIM?

“Yes! The sun would have risen just the same, yes?”

NO.

“Oh, come on. You can’t expect me to believe that. It’s an astronomical fact.”

THE SUN WOULD NOT HAVE RISEN.

“It’s been a long night, Grandfather! I’m tired and I need a bath! I don’t need silliness!”

THE SUN WOULD NOT HAVE RISEN.

“Really? Then what would have happened, pray?”

A MERE BALL OF FLAMING GAS WOULD HAVE ILLUMINATED THE WORLD.

– Hogfather, Terry Pratchett

I seldom write personal stuff here, but I think today is the perfect day for it. this year was a disaster for me. my father died this January and I’ve lost my dog this December. I kept fighting with my mental issues and sometimes it was too hard and painful. I needed something that would keep me going and found it in Gotham fandom. not the biggest thing to help, I guess, but I’ve always been a fandom person and anyway it did help. I was able to survive the losses and I won the fight for my health. I managed because of all the love I was given here, all the friendly atmosphere and appreciation. I was very surprised and delighted to find out that my fics were so highly estimated, with me being foreign and not a native speaker. Gobblepot became a constant source of happiness and creativeness for me and I was lucky to get a chance to share it here. the show itself, its wonderful cast and even more wonderful fans helped me to carry on through this difficult times. and I thank them all for it.

personally I’d like to thank @gobblepotfans for letting me study Gotham closely, @gobblepot-art-and-ask-blog for her amazing art, because of which I began to ship Gobblepot, @millicentcordelia for amazing thoughts about the show and great fics, @sunlitroom for wonderful reviews and fanfiction, @kvintessenciya for beautiful and unusual visual works  and for fanfiction in Russian language (god knows there is not much of it, sadly) and @thegirlinthewhitejersey for exact and marvelous comments, which always make me smile. thank you all. you are all truly amazing people and I’m happy to know you. merry Christmas, happy New Year and Hogswatch to you and everyone else who reads it!

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So it’s been a little while… Happy Hogswatch!

I’ve been casting the Discworld series over the past year, and it’s about time I share some of the choices - this is only the tip of the iceberg. I don’t know how many I’ll actually get around to putting in pixels, but here’s:

Paul McGann as Cmdr Sir Samuel Vimes
Mark Addy as Sgt Fred Colon
Jonathan Slinger as Cpl Nobby Nobbs

In the Grotto of the Hogfather, a round-eyed child.

HAPPY HOGSWATCH. HO. HO. HO. AND YOUR NAME IS… EUPHRASIA GOAT, CORRECT?

“Go on, dear, answer the nice man.”

“’s.”

AND YOU ARE SIX YEARS OLD.

“Go on, dear. They’re all the same at this age, aren’t they…”

“’s.”

AND YOU WANT A PONY-

“’s.”

[…]His shape flickered for a moment, and then a hand went into the sack.

HERE IS A BRIDLE FOR YOUR PONY, AND A SADDLE, AND A RATHER STRANGE HARD HAT AND A PAIR OF THOSE TROUSERS THAT MAKE YOU LOOK AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A LARGE RABBIT IN EACH POCKET.

“But we can’t have a pony, can we, Euffie, because we live on the third floor…”

OH, YES. IT’S IN THE KITCHEN.

“I’m sure you’re just making a little joke, Hogfather,” said Mother, sharply.

HO. HO. YES. WHAT A JOLLY FAT MAN I AM. IN THE KITCHEN? WHAT A JOKE. DOLLIES AND SO ON WILL BE DELIVERED LATER AS PER YOUR LETTER.

“What do you say, Euffie?”

“’nk you.”

“’ere, you didn’t really put a pony in their kitchen, did you?” said Heavy Uncle Albert as the line moved on.

DON’T BE FOOLISH, ALBERT. I SAID THAT TO BE JOLLY.

“Oh, right. Hah, for a minute-”

IT’S IN THE BEDROOM.

“Ah…”

MORE HYGENIC.

“Well, it’ll make sure of one thing,” said Albert. “Third floor?” They’re going to believe all right.”

YES. YOU KNOW, I THINK I’M GETTING THE HANG OF THIS. HO. HO. HO.

—  DEATH, Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett

HO. HO. HO. YES INDEED, HELLO, SMALL CHILD CALLED VERRUCA LUMPY, WHAT A LOVELY NAME, AGE SEVEN, I BELIEVE? GOOD. […] HERE WE ARE, DON’T MENTION IT. HAPPY HOGSWATCH AND BE GOOD. I WILL KNOW IF YOU’RE GOOD OR BAD, YOU KNOW. HO. HO. HO. 

“Well, you brought some magic into that little life,” said Albert, as the next child was hurried away. 

IT’S THE EXPRESSION ON THEIR LITTLE FACES I LIKE, said the Hogfather.

“You mean sort of fear and awe and not knowing whether to laugh or cry or wet their pants?”

YES. NOW THAT IS WHAT I CALL BELIEF. 

— DEATH, Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett