Reading Discworld means constant exposure to incredibly beautiful and heartwarming moments of humanity at its best (even when its dwarfs, trolls, golems and other people), soul-breakingly grief-making depictions of the absolute banality of evil, tearjerking sights of tragedy and loss, and more
and also puns, incredibly glorious bad puns that entire plots and books have been written solely for the purpose of
and constant bouncing between all these things without warning so you will cry and laugh at the same time, you have been warned
totally worth it
I feel sorry for straight ppl bc they dont experience the emotion that is “im so gay”
sandryfatoren said: this is the grossest idea I’ve ever heard of I want ten
no but i figured it out, okay, it happens immediately following the events of Tris’ Book
attacks by vast, strange, unfathomable creatures from the depths of the Endless Sea, writhing masses unlike any animal or spirits anyone has ever seen, and terror runs rampant. are they gods? are they a disease? where did they come from? what are they searching for?
one of them wipes out the Battle Islands, and scholars are able to study pieces that it leaves behind, gray and slimy and barely even deserving to be called flesh. the only thing anyone’s ever seen like it is unmagic. and when they cast spells to discover its origins they see the crevices at the bottom of the sea, past where even the most daring water- and weather-mages have sailed. and they see a fleet that once gathered there, shining with magic, and they see rituals performed in blood and salt and rare ingredients bought with stolen gold, from a galleon flying a pirate flag. Pauha and Enahar, just before their attempt to besiege Summersea, calling up what they thought would be tame monsters that would serve them in their ambitions, because Enahar was as cautious as he was greedy and he wanted a backup plan in case his network of mages failed. but instead of getting a weapon for himself, he tore some kind of hole in the fabric of nature, and now unmagic things are coming through.
the monsters seem to sort of fall apart when they get too far inland, but in the meantime they’re trampling whole cities and infecting ground and water with some sort of bizarre wasting disease, and their range seems to be getting longer and longer. until finally, word comes from the far south; a group of shamans was able to take one of the monsters down. six mages, trained since childhood to use their magic in concert, were able to succeed where whole armies of individual mages attacking individually had failed. it becomes clear that no one mage has enough power to make a dent in these creatures, and that the only successful weapon is the magic of multiple people combined on a level deeper than just the normal sharing of power. shamans are specially trained to achieve that kind of combination, but there aren’t enough groups of shamans to defend the whole coast —
and then attention turns to four young mages living at Winding Circle, who somehow managed to spin themselves into one.
lark and niko sit down with the four and their string and manage, with the threat of destruction looming over them, to see what it was sandry did. lark, the only other thread mage anywhere near sandry’s strength, thinks she can do it, too — not as quickly, and not as easily, but she can do it. bind each mage’s soul and magic to a spool of thread, and spin multiple threads together into something stronger. it’s not always a safe process, and there are casualties at first (though no deaths — lark ends up nearly killing herself a few times, using her own magic to keep her test subjects alive, but she manages it). and of course lark and rosethorn are among the first to undergo the spinning, and move to the new compound being built just for defense.
the compound is half barracks and half temple, because word has come from the head of the Living Circle order that these creatures are outside the Circle — the only things in the history of the earth to ever not be a part of it. that’s why they poison the soil where they walk. so the Living Circle, sworn to defend the sanctity of life, finds itself for once poised against an enemy. and to commemorate the wound in nature that allowed this to happen, they name their base of operations Shattered Circle.
when you say “nonbinary identities don’t exist BECAUSE SCIENCE”
all you’re telling me is that you don’t know what science is
science is a systematic attempt to describe the world. science does not define the world
if you were to go up to a scientist and say “there are things that exist in the word that science does has not yet adequately described, or described at all”
the scientist would be like “yeah i know, that’s why i still have a job”
"NAME ONE THING THATS BETTER IN AMERICA THAN IN BRITAIN"
A few minutes ago my coworker said “The sexual position formerly known as 69 will now be referred to as 96. Due to the economy, the price of eating out has gone up.”
My boss is still crying.