For anyone who might be interested in seeing a little bit of my creative process, I made this GIF using work-in-progress snapshots from my “Spidey Reunited” piece. I like to start off with a VERY LOOSE scribble sketch (removes the pressure of having to have a very specific and clean line drawing in my opinion), then I lay in my base colors to define my general sense of light, and from there I start making choices on specific values, colors and shapes along with other edits. Hope you enjoy!
“There’s a Time Machine and, like, a storage locker”
“You know the one, it was a little Indie. It got a lot of critical acclaim”
So after the new episode aired I got a little curious about Benson’s costume (b/c it does look like he just put on something he found in his closet *lmao) and did a little bit of googling and it looks like he’s supposed to be a character from this movie called ‘Primer’.
I’ve never heard of it before but it looks pretty good.
Yup! Definitely adding this to my “Movie Watch-List”~! *haha ♥♥♥
Provided there is the offer and consent, What are some pointers for being a good guide?
Oooookie dokie quick basic general guidelines (hah, get it, guidelines–no pls stay don’t leave meeeee)
Anyway. Puns aside.
Listen to us (the people you’re guiding) first and foremost. Obvious one but always bears repeating.
Offer your arm as if you’re some chivalrous old-timey dude walking a lady home–some ppl like to hold the shoulder of the guide, but offering the crook of your arm to hold onto is usually a safe bet if you’re strangers. We’ll say if something else would work better.
PLEASE tell us if/when there’s a step, kerb, whathaveyou that would suck to not know about. I think we can all agree that ankles are better uninjured.
If you need to steer us around smth and you can’t walk in a natural way around it–if you have to cut rlly close to it or do a sharp turn or smth–don’t just yank us over if you can help it. I understand that that might be necessary if a bike suddenly swerves, but say we’re in a crowded place and there’s a bike rack up ahead and the only way to avoid it is to sharply turn as we come up to it–SAY that we’re doing a sharp left or w/e. (Man I’ve literally had my arm yanked out of its socket bc of this shit so PLS.) ((Yes EDS didn’t help but still. It sucks for everyone alright.))
If you’re guiding us somewhere and then leaving, let us know when you leave. Bc otherwise chances are we might continue talking to you. But you’re no longer there. So we’re talking to ourselves. Which is fine and all but like. We thought we were talking to you, y’know?
If you have to step away to get a door, let us know. If you have to step away for any reason, let us know. It’s easier than us trying to guess what’s going on.
I know I appreciate it when ppl just say “hey, can I ask how much/what kind of vision you have so I can be a better guide?” Or even “what kinds of things would you like me to tell you about when we’re walking to make it easier for you?” Bc some days I’d appreciate someone telling me “hey there’s a person in front of you, just walk a lil slower” but other days my vision is good enough to see the blur of a person so I don’t need that. Blindness is different for everyone and for many of us it’s changes day by day, so recognizing and acknowledging that is great.
I can’t think of anything else rn–if @transgirlsamwinchester, @theloneviolist, or anyone else in the blind/vi community that follows me wants to add anything or w/e they can? Otherwise if I think of other stuff I’ll reblog this and add to it myself c:
«Ma insomma», disse, «tutta questa storia è irrevocabile, non c'è più alcun mezzo?»
«Ahimè!, signora», le risposi, «non c'è nient'altro di irrevocabile che il dolore che mi ucciderà. La mia storia non è lunga da raccontare: non posso né amarla, né amare un'altra, né fare a meno di amare.»
Alfred de Musset, La confessione di un figlio del secolo (La confession d'un enfant du siècle), 1836 - parte prima, cap. VI
Aveva sentito dire spesso che con gli anni arriva la saggezza, e aveva aspettato, fiducioso, che questa saggezza gli desse quello che più desiderava: la capacità di guidare la direzione dei ricordi per non cadere nelle trappole che questi spesso gli tendevano.
Luis Sepúlveda, Il vecchio che leggeva romanzi d’amore, 1989, cap. VI