Respect your rp partners who are fast. Don’t shame them. It’s not a bad thing that they are excited about your reply or have a method. Making them feel guilty is wrong. Don’t fault people who want to reply to you. It doesn’t mean that people who are fast, do not have a life. Some people just are most comfortable being quick and are excited. There is nothing wrong with being fast.
Respect your rp partners who are slow. Some people just have a longer process, ponder things longer, and genuinely are just busier. Some people just prefer to have a longer queue, take longer. It doesn’t mean they’re not excited. There is nothing wrong with being slow.
Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.
But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her.
Okay so this is true, but a tiny part of a wider truth.
Ginger Rogers was a FUCKING BADASS. Ignore for a sec the rampant sexism in Hollywood (they once bleached her hair blonde in wardrobe without telling her beforehand), the fact that she fought her whole career against typecasting and stereotyping from fellow actors (Katharine Hepburn famously said of the Astaire/Rogers partnership “she gave him sex. He gave her class” ) for starting out in musicals, and went on to have a career lasting over fifty years, winning a Best Actress Oscar (Kitty Foyle, 1940). But… JUST focusing on the Astaire movies…
Not only did she dance “backwards” in high heels, the dances were a task in themselves. Astaire was an absolute perfectionist and choreographed for himself, so as a younger, less experienced dancer Rogers came in at a disadvantage and worked her ass off to match him.
Then there’s the filming complications… these numbers were filmed in ONE TAKE. So one thing goes wrong and you have to start over. Maybe you make a mistake or maybe your dress flies up because…
Ginger had to contend with her wardrobe. Dancing in heels is the norm at this time, but dancing in a dress designed for cinema cameras… not so much. They were heavy, embellished, uncomfortable, restrictive and cumbersome and essentially a third member of the dance, strapped to the body of one partner.Not only did she have to dance and look good, she had to control the dress too!
Take this routine from Swing Time… (it gets going proper at 1:30ish)
This dress has weights, YES WEIGHTS, sewn in to the hem to make it fly out and create a visual effect. So it’s heavy, it hurts if it hits you, and your partner gets mad if it hits him. So you gotta control it.
Well it turns out all these factors on this set, this particular day aren’t going so well. So you’re doing take after take, here’s no labour laws, so at 4am after 18 hours you’re still going, even though part of the routine requires you to spin up those curved stairs with no rail at high speed….
Okay so now back to those high heels. In Ginger’s autobiography she vividly remembers this night as the night she bled though her shoes. They did so many takes, her feet blistered, bled, and the white satin high heels she was wearing finished he night pink because they were literally full of blood. And still they keep shooting. She keeps dancing.
The take they use in the film is the last. Early hours. Bloody feet. And she spins, acts and bosses out until that last second. Because she was that professional, talented and bloody minded. This is the last set of spins…
So I say once again. Ginger Rogers was a badass.
She did everything Fred Astaire did backwards, in high heels, wearing a 20 pound dress, exhausted, injured and standing in a pool of her own blood. And watching her perform, you would never know.
Lydia was in line to take over an Institute; be the first Branwell in many years to be Head of an Institute. But that all changed when her fiance died and she was forced to accept her fate. After the failed wedding, Lydia took a place as a soldier, and once healed, she made the choice on her own to return to New York, finally feeling like she had friends she could be proud of.
Human [ inverted world;; human Lydia ]
Lydia lives a comfortable life with her husband until a tragic accident took her husband and she was left alone with a young son and a life built around her late husband’s law firm. Stepping up, she’s taken a job at the Morgenstern’s tech company to help take care of herself and her son.
Lawyer [ prosecutor Branwell;; lawyer Lydia ]
Lydia Branwell is one one of the most prominent prosecutors in New York. She provides her evidence and has a success rate higher than most anyone the DA’s office. But she’s also aware that her hard work has put her on a pedestal that she can’t really get down from.
Professor [ teach the way;; professor Lydia ]
Lydia hasn’t seen much battlefield action since her injury from Valentine’s demon attack and to pass the time, she’s been tutoring young nephilim in Idris. Pushing to be released back to New York, she’s agreed not to be a field member and simply help teach the younger nephilim in the Institute.
“If someone did ask questions, what would you tell them?” Alec wondered if he would say he wasn’t seeing anyone. He wished more than anything that they didn’t have to hide, but it was the truth of their lives. “I can’t help it, Jace. Our relationship is very complicated. More complicated than most complicated relationships and I can’t help but worry that you’ll get bored of me or want to be in public with someone that you don’t have to hide with.” He ducked his head as he rambled, feeling guilt for feeling these things. Alec knew that he had no reason really to doubt their relationship, but it was something that he did. He looked up quickly at him then when he spoke and gave him an offended sort of look. “Why would I want anyone else? You’re all I’ve ever wanted. You’re the only person who’s every truly understood me. Though don’t tell Isabelle that, she might be upset. But it’s true. I do love you Jace, so much. You’re the perfect man for me too. I just…wish that our situation was different, is all.” Maybe one day it would be, but that wouldn’t be for a very long time. “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to think on it anymore.”
Jace tilted his head. “I would say I have someone special and that’s all they need to know.” he said honestly. “I know that this…us…I know it’s complicated. It’s risky and I would rather have to hide than never know what it’s like to love you.” he explained. He gave a little laugh, running his fingers through Alec’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere, and you clearly aren’t gong anywhere. So obviously, we’re always going to have each other, and no one is going to change that.” he replied, leaning to brush his lips against the other man’s. “Tell me what to do to make those thoughts go away, Alec.”
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