I feel like wanting things has been important to being happier for me
the opalescence in this is amazing
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strange omens gather at the end of the street
The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:
- the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”
- That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”
- oh, that hurt
- I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots
- the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life
- on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious
- I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was
- The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”
- God.
- for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again
- it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”
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The Storm, 2019 - oil on canvas. — Karl Wennergren (Swedish, b.1991)
When I draw Scanlan pre-"Masquerade" I always see him wearing a fantasy version of a 19th century Spanish silhouette (think Disney's 1950s Zorro series, even though the costumes are beautiful but about 20 or 30 years too early), only with poofier shorter trousers.
On the road/while adventuring this is how he looks like in my head (with embroidery on the back, of course):
but this is the full fancy version:
I know it's not really a traditional look for a DnD bard, but it doesn't look half bad 💜
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Jackrum's little lads
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Saturn Devouring His Son
The whole point of writing fascist characters as human beings is that real fascists are also human beings. If you think of fascists as somehow less than human you are falling into the trap of letting their mentality frame your worldview, thus legitimizing their course of action!
When you start looking at fascists as subhuman the debate becomes 'which group is actually subhuman and which is being unfairly maligned?' And personally I'm not fucking comfortable with that question being on the table ever.
#ADDITIONALLY #it makes recognizing fascist ideology in the people around you so much harder #bc if you know someone as a person #and a fascist isn't a person #then clearly this person can't be a fascist #or have fascist views #they're your colleague or your neighbor or your family member #they are way too human to be fascist
DING DING DING ✅
Why don't they make stained glass fish tanks? Give those fish Catholic guilt
one of the things i love most about our flag means death is how well terry pratchett's characters would integrate in that world. nobby nobbs could be aboard the revenge and fit in seamlessly. i love it. it's so endearing to me.
cheery littlebottom and jim discussing gender and aesthetics and being Generally Annoyed when people ask them about it. Cheery being genuinely flattered as she is asked if she is a mermaid.
lord vetinari speaking to izzy one (1) time and deciding there is only one man who can deal with him: fred colon
All Of Frenchie's Nightmares Come True When He Meets Nanny Ogg And Greebo
Stede and Carrot talk politely about positive reinforcement over tea and Ed cannot believe There's Two of Them. Angua is in a similar state of panic.
Wee John Feeney joins the Guild of Seamstresses and no one has the heart to Tell Him.
A powerful mystical connection is created and unspeakable forces meet once Buttons and The Duck Man look into each other's eyes.
Calico Jack and Mustrum Ridcully are stranded on an island and they decide the best way to proceed is to just shoot/whip/hunt things until something eventually happens.
attempted murder on the Revenge: Stede walks in on the Librarian strangling Ed for throwing all the books overboard, and the orangutan only calms down once Stede reveals he had copies of all of them hidden in a secret passage.
Bloody Stupid Johnson artifact Believed to be cause of death of secret Badminton triplet as gardening can mysteriously stabs him in the eye.
Detritus reminds Frenchie that it's Very Rude to talk about the crystals in women's bodies.
Well remembered, Mr. Lipwig.