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Ad 2nd part: I can’t ignore it ‘cause I know the feeling too well, so yeah, unicorn!:D ( Though the idea of you reblogging that unicorn for all the world to see is almost scary%D)

I see. Thank you <3 :). And… of course I had to reblog it - I couldn’t just let it lay on your blog, I needed to have it on my own too. But “all the world”? Hahahahaaa! Amount of my followers really isn’t “all the world” :D. Anyway people liked it, so nothing scary about it :)))

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Ok, Nanny Ogg, then. Good luck with all those petticoats and layers she likes to wear, though;D( if I remember correctly, her skirts had skirts, so to speak, right?%D)

I think lots of underwear was mentioned at least once by Granny Weatherwax too. I’m not sure how many of them I’m gonna be able to make it happen in crochet though. Idris has one and it was already almost too much :DD

jackscarab:


“A bit judgmental, my grandmother.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Judging is human.”
“We prefer to leave it ultimately to Om,” said Oats, and, out here in the dark, that statement seemed lost and alone.
“Bein’ human means judgin’ all the time,” said the voice behind him. “This and that, good and bad, making choices every day … that’s human.”
“And are you so sure you make the right decisions?”
“No. But I do the best I can.”
“And hope for mercy, eh?”
The bony finger prodded him in the back.
“Mercy’s a fine thing, but judgin’ comes first. Otherwise you don’t know what you’re bein’ merciful about. Anyway, I always heard you Omnians were keen on smitin’ and crushin’.”
“Those were … different days. We use crushing arguments now.”
“And long pointed debates, I suppose?”
“Well, there are two sides to every question…”
“What do you do when one of ‘em’s wrong?” The reply came back like an arrow.
“I meant that we are enjoined to see things from the other person’s point of view,” said Oats, patiently.
“You mean that from the point of view of a torturer, torture is all right?”
“Mistress Weatherwax, you are a natural disputant.”
“No I ain’t!”
“You’d certain enjoy yourself at the Synod, anyway. They’ve been known to argue for days about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin.”
He could almost feel Granny’s mind working. At last she said, “What size pin?”
“I don’t know that, I’m afraid.”
“Well, if it’s an ordinary household pin, then there’ll be sixteen.”
“Sixteen angels?”
“That’s right.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps they like dancing.”
The mule picked its way down a bank. The mist was getting thicker here.
“You’ve counted sixteen?” said Oats eventually.
“No, but it’s as good an answer as any you’ll get. And that’s what your holy men discuss, is it?”
“Not usually. There is a very interesting debate raging at the moment about the nature of sin, for example.”
“And what do they think? Against it, are they?”
“It’s not as simple as that. It’s not a black and white issue. There are so many shades of gray.”
“Nope.”
“Pardon?”
“There’s no grays, only white that’s got grubby. I’m surprised you don’t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.”
“It’s a lot more complicated than that—”
“No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.”
“Oh, I’m sure there are worse crimes—”
“But they starts with thinking about people as things …”


~ Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum

Image by Shire-Rock.

jackscarab:

“A bit judgmental, my grandmother.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Judging is human.”

“We prefer to leave it ultimately to Om,” said Oats, and, out here in the dark, that statement seemed lost and alone.

“Bein’ human means judgin’ all the time,” said the voice behind him. “This and that, good and bad, making choices every day … that’s human.”

“And are you so sure you make the right decisions?”

“No. But I do the best I can.”

“And hope for mercy, eh?”

The bony finger prodded him in the back.

“Mercy’s a fine thing, but judgin’ comes first. Otherwise you don’t know what you’re bein’ merciful about. Anyway, I always heard you Omnians were keen on smitin’ and crushin’.”

“Those were … different days. We use crushing arguments now.”

“And long pointed debates, I suppose?”

“Well, there are two sides to every question…”

“What do you do when one of ‘em’s wrong?” The reply came back like an arrow.

“I meant that we are enjoined to see things from the other person’s point of view,” said Oats, patiently.

“You mean that from the point of view of a torturer, torture is all right?”

“Mistress Weatherwax, you are a natural disputant.”

“No I ain’t!”

“You’d certain enjoy yourself at the Synod, anyway. They’ve been known to argue for days about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin.”

He could almost feel Granny’s mind working. At last she said, “What size pin?”

“I don’t know that, I’m afraid.”

“Well, if it’s an ordinary household pin, then there’ll be sixteen.”

“Sixteen angels?”

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps they like dancing.”

The mule picked its way down a bank. The mist was getting thicker here.

“You’ve counted sixteen?” said Oats eventually.

“No, but it’s as good an answer as any you’ll get. And that’s what your holy men discuss, is it?”

“Not usually. There is a very interesting debate raging at the moment about the nature of sin, for example.”

“And what do they think? Against it, are they?”

“It’s not as simple as that. It’s not a black and white issue. There are so many shades of gray.”

“Nope.”

“Pardon?”

“There’s no grays, only white that’s got grubby. I’m surprised you don’t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.”

“It’s a lot more complicated than that—”

“No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.”

“Oh, I’m sure there are worse crimes—”

“But they starts with thinking about people as things …”

~ Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum

Image by Shire-Rock.

omgthatdress:

Afternoon Dress
Charles Fredrick Worth, 1872
The Metropolitan Museum of Art

omgthatdress:

Afternoon Dress

Charles Fredrick Worth, 1872

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

of-the-twilight-the-darkness:

My LBE finally came in ^^ Nothing special unfortunately. I do like the Assassin’s Guild one though, it’s very shiny. And the Vetinari one is funny, since his crest is black on black. The Moist ones are awesome too.

"NOTHING SPECIAL"??? You can send it to me if you don’t like it!

schrodingersowen:

: T R I O N :
a mix about the planet and its people

1. trion (the 2nd law - isolated system) 2. tractators (manipulated living) 3. revolutionaries (supremacy) 4. genetic memory (under stars) 5. young assassins (glory and gore) 6. children of war (fall of the archons) 7. turlough and deela (young blood) 8. civil war (youth knows no pain) 9. purple leaves (time) 10. the clans overthrown (children of the revolution) 11. deela (poison and wine) 12. death and exile (a strange device) 13. the misos triangle (goodnight, travel well) 14. war’s end (fallen) 15. vtec9/12/44 (shake it out) 16. sarn (twenty two fourteen)

[LISTEN]

schrodingersowen:

: T R I O N :
a mix about the planet and its people

1. trion (the 2nd law - isolated system) 2. tractators (manipulated living) 3. revolutionaries (supremacy) 4. genetic memory (under stars) 5. young assassins (glory and gore) 6. children of war (fall of the archons) 7. turlough and deela (young blood) 8. civil war (youth knows no pain) 9. purple leaves (time) 10. the clans overthrown (children of the revolution) 11. deela (poison and wine) 12. death and exile (a strange device) 13. the misos triangle (goodnight, travel well) 14. war’s end (fallen) 15. vtec9/12/44 (shake it out) 16. sarn (twenty two fourteen)

[LISTEN]