World Map Crab Invasion

sexworkers are good here as long as what they post is tagged. the gore thing is :// but like the person said sexworkers are supported here.

all of this. all of this is hot as hell. 

they actually have specific rules disallowing pedophiles and nazis+the terfs from the last screenshot.

dogpiling and harrassment and stalking is listed as a no go thank fucking god??

there is not one specific staff account as each member of staff has their own thing so it’d be most likely easier to get in touch with them

and the best part

a peek at the list of blocked domains?

ive legit been on this site for ten minutes and i feel safer on this site than ive ever been on tumblr. again im not like, leaving tumblr but this place is nice as hell.

This Siberian cat is a majestic forest king. 😍🌳 

Only death separates a trainer and his Bulbasaur

Gandalf: if it looks like a Took and acts like a Took it’s a Took

Aragorn: are you… Including yourself in that

Merry: which just means he’s not pug-ugly

Frodo: quite.

Gimli, baffled: Frodo isn’t round OR square

Merry: that’s because he has the Brandybuck profile

Gimli: so… Is he a Brandybuck…

Merry: ABSOLUTE not

He was 23 when his first novel was published. After six years of writing professionally every single day. The Carpet People was a lovely novel, from a lovely writer, but almost all of Terry’s iconic truth bomb lines come from Discworld.

The Colour of Magic, the first ever Discworld novel was published in 1983. Terry was 35 years old. He had been writing professionally for 18 years. His career was old enough to vote, get married and drink. We now know that at 35 he was, tragically, over half way through his life. And do you know what us devoted, adoring Discworld fans say about The Colour of Magic? “Don’t start with Colour of Magic.”

It is the only reading order rule we ever give people. Because it’s not that great. Don’t get me wrong, very good book, although I’ll be honest I’ve never been able to finish it, but it’s nowhere near his later stuff. Compare it to Guards Guards, The Fifth Elephant, the utterly iconic Nightwatch and it pales in comparison because even after nearly 20 years of writing, half a lifetime of loving books and storytelling Terry was still learning.

He was a man with a wonderful natural talent, yes. But more importantly he worked and worked and worked to be a better writer. He was writing up until days before he died.  He spent 49 years learning and growing as a writer, taking so much joy in storytelling that not even Alzheimer’s could steal it from him. He wouldn’t want that joy stolen from you too.

Terry was a wonderful, kind, compassionate, genius of a writer. And all of this was in spite of many many people telling him he wasn’t good enough. At the age of five his headmaster told him that he would never amount to anything. He died a knight of the realm and one of the most beloved writers ever to have lived in a country with a vast and rich literary tradition. He wouldn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t good enough. And he wouldn’t want you to think you aren’t good enough. He especially wouldn’t want to be the reason why you think you aren’t good enough. 

You’re not Terry Pratchett. 

You are you.

“Yes,” I said.  “But I like seeing how authors grow.”

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