The Coins In John Wick Are A Monetized Form Of Favors.

The coins in John Wick are a monetized form of favors.

As Berrada says in John Wick 3, the word 'assassin' refers to 'men who have faith.' A favor, to some degree, is a transaction of faith. Whether a favor is repaid is a matter of faith.

The coins in John Wick thus represent the trade of favors. One to one. Perform a service for someone under the table, you get coins for that service, favors which one could then cash for other services down the line.

The coins as favors could be seen through the Wick films. In John Wick 1, John has a whole case full of coins and is consequently one of the most respected people under the table. The coins represent the store of favors and is indicative of the goodwill John has with people under the table.

In John Wick 2, John loses most of his coins and has to dip into his stash. John, at this state, still has goodwill. But assassins do not hesitate to target John when the contract is put out on him. Which shows that John has lost favor to some degree.

In John Wick 3, John has been excommunicated and is devoid of favours. John has to therefore burn bridges, by using his crucifix and marker with sofia, to survive. Otherwise, John is unable to access the services available under the table once John is excommunicado. At this point, John has little to no coins left.

Furthermore, the theme of owing and being owed favors is quite prevalent in John Wick 2 and 3. It is John's debts that get him dragged into Santino's affairs, and it is debts that force him on the run from the table until John decides to go against the table.

The coins are, therefore, not monetary in value. Instead they are the way people monetize the idea of faith under the table.

Quidditch

It's very important in the Harry Potter narrative.

It is a sport that is so pervasive through the Magical World that anything related to the sport is kind of a 'neutral ground' for wizards and witches from both sides of the wizarding war.

Also, you know shit is going down when quidditch gets cancelled. Every major conflict incident int the books occurs after quidditch is cancelled, or affected in some way.

promise me you'll stay on this site for 10 more years okay?

"You never complain about Stone Soup."

"I like Stone Soup," said the cow. "Stone Soup is an honest con. We get a meal, everyone thinks they've seen a little bit of magic, you sell the stone for a little bit of pocket money, you pick up another stone at the next town. Everyone gets something."

"And if I remember right, you were the one who suggested we steal the magic beans."

"That wasn't stealing, that was a legitimate trade."

"A legitimate trade for a talking cow that disappeared by morning?"

"He didn't even lock the barn! How is that my fault?" She huffed and laid her head onto her forelimbs. The stalk of grass in her lips wobbled with her scowl. "Old fool never knew what he had."

Jack hummed. He craned forward to get a better look into the tiny, cracked glass, pulled gently at the corner of his eye and delicately dabbed the makeup brush.

"My point is," said the cow, "this all seems rather - cruel."

Jack turned. One half of his face was magnificently painted in faerie shades of blues and violets. The other half was just confused. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"For gods' sake, Jack, this is a perfectly innocent girl who you plan on humiliating in front of the royal court."

"How would she be humiliated? As far as she'll know, she'll have a lovely time at a lovely ball in a lovely ballgown."

"You don't have a lovely ballgown!"

"Well I can't afford a ballgown, now can I?!"

"So you're going to make her waltz in her fucking underclothes?!"

He took a dramatic breath. "Look," he said, brandishing the makeup brush. "If it worked on the fucking emperor, it'll work on a fucking scullery maid. If she gets told by a fairy that she's wearing a fairy dress that can only be seen by intelligent people, she is going to believe like hell that she's wearing the very image of sartorial extravaganza."

The brush was masterfully twiddled. "And when everyone else finds out that she's wearing a fairy dress that can only be seen by intelligent people, there won't be a single person in that room who would dare to disagree."

The cow shook her head. "I don't know, Jack," she sighed. "I just don't know."

"It'll be fine," Jack said, turning back to the tiny glass and bringing a deft hand again on the canvas. "Trust me. How did you do finding the slippers?"

"Couldn't find crystal," said the cow. "Best I could get were a glass set from an elf down at the cobbler's."

Jack hummed. "Well, they shouldn't be that important. Nobody will look too closely at her shoes."

Cassandra Vole

She is so weird. At one point, she is bullying my friends. At another point, she is helping me pick a new suit of clothes.

I'd still be her hound though ...

Empathy?

All it means when people say “you’re speaking from a place of privilege” is that you’re likely to underestimate how bad the problem is by default because you are never personally exposed to that problem. It’s not a moral judgement of how difficult your life is.