This is a headcanon of mine. I like to think that in Night Watch when Sam invites Vimes over for dinner the Trousers of Time open up and somewhere there’s another Vimes who agrees to have dinner at his mom’s one last time. And while young Sam clears the table and helps with the dishes she shows Vimes outside and fixes her son’s cape before he goes, because of course she knows.
“Did you like the pudding, Sergeant?” “Yes, ma'am. It was the best.” Oh, gods the very best.
Was he enjoying this? Not the pain. He’d pass on the pain. In fact he’d passed out on the pain. But there was that small part of him he’d heard sometimes during strenuous arrests after long chases, the part that wanted to punch and punch long after punching had already achieved its effect. There was a joy to it. He called it the beast. It stayed hidden until you needed it and then, when you needed it, out it came.
‘A'Tuin was crawling from the Birthplace to the Time of Mating, as were all the stars in the sky which were, obviously, also carried by giant turtles. When they arrived they would briefly and passionately mate, for the first and only time, and from that fiery union new turtles would be born to carry a new pattern of worlds.’
Something Vimes had learned as a young guard drifted up from memory. If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over people, and they want to see you in fear. They want you to know you’re going to die. So they’ll talk. They’ll gloat.
They’ll watch you squirm. They’ll put off the moment of murder like another man will put off a good cigar.
So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.
(Examples use characters belonging to Andrew Hussie and Terry Pratchett!)
That’s fifteen bucks for a headshot like the ones above, twenty bucks for something like this:
You tell me what moving components you want, but everything else stays still–that’s what makes ‘em so cheap! Think about: moving facial features, hair/clothes blowing in the wind, special effects, elements (rain, fire, etc.)
Hey, tumblr-mum (may i call you that?) You probably already posted about that, but i found myself curious abt what a scone is (i am not from a english speaking country) googled it, and one of the results was the "stone of scone" and... I am so angry. Like. I haven't read the fifth elephant in english yet. But I can imagine what the lower-king must be crowned on. It was a f*cking pun all along. Oh. My. God. Did he plan that when he introduced dwarf-bread. I am crying. Help. I love it. <3
Out there, somewhere, Terry’s spirit is smiling. (also yes, mum is fine <3)