Red furnace
I’m so mad because this worked
help me roger
Reblogging myself because
Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?
O_O
………my friend has made me curious
help me roger
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
These never work for me, but here’s to trying.
- I don’t believe in these things
- But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job
- But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.
- Roger is cute.
Eh Roger is cute I might as well
That fish is so happy it makes me happy.
I have no luck right now. Halp.
Why does this have so many notes
because its not one of your posts.
Roger is precious to me.
one of my favorite things about Sam Vimes’s character arc is that it’s literally your classic “gruff cop with ideals gets worn down by reality, descends into cynicism and booze” journey in reverse.
I mean, it happens the normal way around the first time, but we don’t really see the first time- in Sam’s first introduction, he’s literally lying in a gutter. He’s already been chewed up and spat out, already seen the ugliness of the world and bent beneath it.
And then every book from there on out has him getting back up. It’s not a straightforward road, but he takes it anyways, and sure, he’s still cynical and still worn down, but he’s still got his ideals (though I’m not sure he’d like to call them ideals- maybe standards would do) and he cleans himself up and bit by bit, he works on cleaning up the world around him, too. He gets a family. He learns to accept others more openly than he had before. He still sees the ugliness in the world, but he confronts it instead of accepting it as just the way things are. Because there’s a way things should be, and he cares about it.
Sam Vimes, gruff cop with standards, ascends from cynicism and booze, starts wearing down on reality.
Something’s a little fishy about the IKEA Santa, but I think I trust him more than all the others.
RIGHT so when I started my sociology course in college, my teacher stated us off with
‘well I guess we have to do icebreakers. i’m Jon, and I fear bears. why do I fear bears? because bears can run at 30 miles per hour and Chester Zoo is 30 miles away. that means a bear can be outside this door in an hour. why would a bear be here? because they can smell fear and I fear them.’
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