so. like, why isn’t being really fucking good at my job enough sometimes?
i’m friendly as fuck & warmly welcome you. i have facial recognition capabilities that shock people on a daily basis. i remember the styles you like & don’t, or when to suggest something that straddles the line as a maybe. i’m as fast as a fucking bullet. i give nuanced descriptions of the beers we have to offer you. i am fair & don’t play favorites. i really listen when you ask questions, even if i’ve literally heard that question over a hundred times so far today.
why do some guys need to push it just a little farther?
why do you need to be more on the inner circle with the bartender than anyone else in the room? why, if we’re cool, i’m doing the best i can fucking do, do you need to be a little extra flirty? sometimes it’s a “i don’t know if i’m allowed to say this” & generally if you have to say that to someone in the service industry who is being paid to interact with you, you probably shouldn’t say it. sometimes it’s less subtle. tonight, a regular who i’ve known for probably two years, seeing him every month or so, i poured him something & he had a dollar rolled up in his hand, & he mumbled something about the tip jar being too far away to reach & said ‘i was looking you up & down for where to put this, but wasn’t sure if i was allowed.’ LIKE, DUDE, WE WERE COOL. FOR YEARS. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY IT LIKE THAT?
& not to even remotely demean people who depend on getting dollars put into their clothing for a living, because GET IT, GO FOR IT, DO WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD. but, to put it like that, in a very not that setting, jesus. i could spin circles around you talking beer, i could literally rattle off a thousand people who are regulars, by name, with their preferences. i go home covered in beer & sore from the physical demands of lifting & tapping kegs & shuffling around growlers all day in a crazy fast-paced environment & being on my feet pouring beer for hours with no real breaks. don’t belittle what i do & make it seem like i am just a pretty face for you to admire, or not.
& money is already such a dirty thing. like, my income is directly linked to your arbitrary assessment of how i am doing my job & what you think i deserve. & it is LITERALLY DIRTY as hell. having to unfold singles & divide them up at the end of a monster shift after i’ve scoured the place to a shine, to know what bills i can pay isn’t the easiest way to live. don’t joke about shoving bills into my clothes just because you want to seem closer to me than everyone in the room. you don’t get that access to my body. you don’t deserve it.
1. You look at a map of a city you’ve never been to.
You see patterns and street names and they tell you nothing. The map remains dead, the city unknown.
2. You go to the city you’ve never been to.
It becomes a city you know.
3. You look at a map of a city you’ve been to, but have left behind. As you look at the map, you remember.
You are looking at nostalgia. You walk through street names and remember the taste of cake in the café whose name you forgot, but you remember its yellow walls and comfy chairs. A square is no longer four lines on a map, but an open space with people and statues and laughter and a fountain in the center. The monotonous, two-dimensional blue that indicates an ocean turns into postcard memories, so many shades of blue and green and the smell of salt and fish. The famous building with the famous name that everyone knows is now a personal experience, it is yours and yours alone in a way that will never make it anyone else’s. A billion feet have walked these (now familiar) paths and two of them were yours. You can trace the steps you have taken and you remember feelings and colours and strangers who offered you a smile. There is the hostel you slept in, there is the river you crossed so many times, there is the corner where you listened to the most amazing street musician. You fondly whisper street names that you had trouble pronouncing when you first spoke them, clumsily. You connect dots, and they turn to images in your head.
The map is alive, the city an old friend.
4. The map you look at is always the same; the perception is different. It is you who has changed.
p.s. // every time i look at a map I have a feeling that is hard to put into words
The thing is… Rory ending up in a similar situation to Lorelai and going through the same things isn’t a good story. What would be better storytelling is having Rory start in a similar situation to Lorelai (unexpectedly pregnant, alone etc.), but then getting everything Lorelai chose not to have - telling Logan and being with him, not doing it all by herself, basically choosing the life Lorelai chose to walk away from.
Because then, not only is there something new plotwise wrt to Rory, instead of hitting all the same plot-points, but there’s plot for Lorelai too, with her dealing with the idea that maybe Rory wanted what she gave up and that just because it was the life Lorelai wanted, doesn’t mean her daughter has to make the same choices.
thank you so much!! noses can be tricky, but if you simplify them to triangles and circles, you’ll understand them better! applying these guidelines while studying photographs can help a lot in the process.
with my art style, i like to make the characters cartoony but still recognizable to the actors, mostly by getting their noses and head shape right. like chris evans’ nose which points down, or sebstan’s wide and squareish nose.
i also want to highlight the importance of nostril shapes, shown in the anthony mackie study :0 this is just how i do it, but there’s way more tricks and styles out there!
The only reason why I can’t support the Circle of Magi is because I
simply don’t understand, why mages, even at a young age, are being
completely cut off from contact with the outside world.
My idea for the Circles would be to turn them into academies, like a
Thedas version of Hogwarts, teach mages how to use their skills for
good, (including explaining the dangers of blood magic) allow them
contact with their families and friends, let them visit home from time
to time. I can imagine it would reduce a lot of frustration and thus the
danger of possession
I think templars do exist for a good reason, even phylacteries. However
they should be working hand in hand with the mages instead of
intimidating them. Communication is key. And I think it’s been proven
often enough that negative emotions are not helpful when dealing with
magic and demons.
All in all, if cthe circle was more open to the world and to their mages, I’m not sure apostates would even exist.