Category: thud!

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downtroddendeity:

discworldtour:

Vimes prodded a short, illustrated article on page four, his finger stabbing at the page.
“See that?” he growled. “That pea-brained idiot at the Post Office has gone and issued a Koom Valley stamp!”
The dwarf looked nervously at the article. “Er… two stamps, sir,” she said.

– Moist No | Terry Pratchett, Thud!

You can just picture him, dodging the Silicon Anti-Defamation League and the Campaign for Equal Heights for weeks, until he finally lets them corner him in his office… at the same time.

Moist No™.

THE ANKH-MORPORK TIMES

The Truth Shall Make Ye Flee

What began as a rumpus turned quickly into a fracas at the Ankh-Morpork post office early this morning as the heads of the Silicon Anti-Defamation League and the Campaign for Equal Heights tried to meet with Postmaster Moist von Lipwig at the same time. Members of the CEH arrived in the office, intending to discuss the postmaster’s recently released series of Koom Valley stamps. They were joined shortly by members of the SADL, who intended to have a similar conversation.
Any potential discussion was thwarted when, upon encountering each other in the hallway outside the office, members of both associations exclaimed that the other had been attempting an ambush.
The ensuing fracas encompassed most of the upper floor of the Post Office, in some places spilling out onto the staircases, before the Watch was able to restore order. Though no deaths have been reported, several individuals were brought to the Lady Sybil Free Hospital with light to moderate injuries and inflamed tempers.
Commander Vimes of the Watch has assured the public that order has been restored. As he told the Times, “this was just a bunch of damn fools playing at war because the bloody Postmaster thinks it’s funny to spray oil on a house fire, and don’t put that in the paper.”
Mr. Lipwig could not be reached for comment, as he apparently had several urgent matters to attend to and had not, in fact, ever been in his office in the first place.
Bystander reports of a man clambering down the drainpipe outside, apparently laughing loudly to himself, appear to be unrelated.

zenthisoror: 01/11/2018 ~ It’s a Sheep

zenthisoror:

01/11/2018 ~ It’s a Sheep

Back with one of my favourite scenes from the Discworld series. Ink and digital colours.

Nightmare fuel, tearjerker, and hilarious all in one scene, Vimes and the dark, in the dark.

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iesika:

“He hated games. They made the world look too simple. Chess, in particular, had always annoyed him. It was the dumb way the pawns went off and slaughtered their fellow pawns while the king lounged about doing nothing. If only the pawns would’ve united … the whole board could’ve been a republic in about a dozen moves.”

Thud!, Terry Pratchett

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iesika:

“He hated games. They made the world look too simple. Chess, in particular, had always annoyed him. It was the dumb way the pawns went off and slaughtered their fellow pawns while the king lounged about doing nothing. If only the pawns would’ve united … the whole board could’ve been a republic in about a dozen moves.”

Thud!, Terry Pratchett

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zephrbabe:

The worst thing you can do is nothing.

Terry Pratchett, “Thud”

Regular

zephrbabe:

The worst thing you can do is nothing.

Terry Pratchett, “Thud”

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discworldtour:

““I need no axe to be a dwarf,” said Bashfullsson. “Nor do I need to hate trolls. What kind of creature defines itself by hatred?”

— Terry Pratchett, Thud!

Regular

zephrbabe:

The worst thing you can do is nothing.

Terry Pratchett, “Thud”

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“Would a minute have mattered? No, probably not, although his young son appeared to have a very accurate internal clock. Possibly even 2 minutes would be okay. Three minutes, even. You could go to five minutes, perhaps. But that was just it. If you could go for five minutes, then you’d go to ten, then half an hour, a couple of hours…and not see your son all evening. So that was that. Six o’clock, prompt. Every day. Read to young Sam. No excuses. He’d promised himself that. No excuses. No excuses at all.”

– Terry Pratchett – Thud

HAPPY FATHERS DAY EVERYONE

Celebrating with some Great Dad Sam Vimes!!

And Shout out to my dad for being awesome and still exercising his embarrassing parent skills on a regular basis!

I hope great father’s everywhere have an awesome day and embrace their inner Sam Vimes with gusto!!

“Where’s my daddy? Is that my daddy? He goes "Buggrit! Millennium hand and shrimp!” That’s Foul ‘Ole Ron! That’s not my daddy!“

alda-rana:

alda-rana:

Day 30: Thud and Found! Brick found a father and Detritus found a son.