This Has Definitely Happened Somewhere In Discworld.

A quick reminder for men that Aramis canonically paid a lot of attention to his looks and had an elaborate skin care routine. Which did not in any way stop him from stabbing anyone who doubted his masculinity. Of course I’m not saying you should stab people, it’s not the 17th century anymore, it’s unethical & illegal & possibly toxically masculine… but maybe if they’re forcing unnecessary stereotypes on you in a really aggressive manner…

Today’s mood soundtrack: Turning Your Life Into Horrible Pain (mealtime remastered version) by Wisdom Tooth & The Gums feat. Entire Cheek

I once dreamt of several detective stories. Like, saw them in my dreams at night. I don’t know if they were good or bad, but there were actual detective plots and plot twists. And I don’t remember them entirely. Only some details.

While dreaming, I was watching them like a movie, but thinking that I was reading them in some book. I wondered how I had gotten through it so fast, and only then I realised that it was no book, but something my brain had made up. Then I thought that I should write them down, and maybe after some work they’ll make sense as actual detective stories. But I woke up, and I didn’t remember practically anything. Not even the key plot points.

If Hercule Poirot got transferred to our time, he’d gasp in pleasant surprise when he’d see that eggs in our stores are sorted by size and I think it’s wonderful

smoke break at an event at the patricians palace, with the golem inspector, the duke of ankh, the arch chancellor of unseen university, and the king of the golden river

Do you embody any stereotypes?

This is where the dragons went ...

And although the space they occupy isn’t like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. Not a cubic inch there but is filled by a claw, a talon, a scale, the tip of a tail, so the effect is like one of those trick drawings and your eyeballs eventually realize that the space between each dragon is, in fact, another dragon.

They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly and proud and arrogant.

-Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!