I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad
God, I love this artist. I used to get terrible dysphoria in the past when I still had my girlcock. I used to hate the idea of it. But seeing Rory so hot…and also desired by another (were)woman really helps me to love my past self.
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Like that smelly, ungracious, clumsy gremlin who keeps crashing the "networking events", and doesn't play ball, but somehow keeps getting invited, even though they drive the guests away and discuss inappropriate topics.
I am a strong advocate of bringing back that guy who messes people's lives up just a little bit, especially if they have their priorities in the wrong order.
I am unashamedly a little bit sinister. Think, knight lesbians who would perhaps step a little bit over the line of conventional morality for their belle. Think, sunglasses and cheap suits and dates at faded restaurants. Think, underhand glances and thinly-veiled euphemisms that you just happen to catch across the room.
Goddamn it.
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I’d be 100% a necromancer if possible. But I wouldn’t be the type that brings back mindless hordes of zombies. There are plenty of other ways to be…ethically ambiguous.
Don’t worry, I won’t make them immortal without their consent, though it is not really in my best interest anyway. There’ll be kill runes which give them a reasonable lifespan until their soul is promptly yoinked from the mortal plane.
I’d be 100% a necromancer if possible. But I wouldn’t be the type that brings back mindless hordes of zombies. There are plenty of other ways to be…ethically ambiguous.
Until a year ago, spite was my strongest emotion, but I have managed to work on that.
I think the human race needs an additional 100 years of (healthy) lifespan. I honestly think it'd solve some of our problems and probably make us chill out in general.
The pressure to have children by 20 to 30 in most places would no longer exist. That is something you don't have to worry about until you're 50 or 60, by the time you are more wise to the ways of the world and you can avoid being trapped in a terrible relationship for the sake of the children.
The young would be much more reluctant to take part in wars, as there is far more life ahead of them. Artists and writers would have more time to create closer to their true potential. There'd be less reason to have a midlife crisis and the mad drive to accumulate enough savings for retirement would not be as pressing.
The memory of historical failures would stay around for far longer. Those who lived through the horrors of industrialisation, slavery and totalitarian movements would not let the young make the same mistakes. People would be harder to fool. Imagine if a politician tried to slag off unions in front of voters who were child labourers in 1900. Politicians will take long-term threats more seriously, because there's a good chance they'll be seeing the consequences.
At the same time, accidental death would be more frightening. We'd probably be a more cautious species - the effects of this would flow into many areas. Technological progress would slow from a furious boil to a reasonable simmer as society would have more time to think about the New Things critically and test them with greater rigour. Think of how many lives have been lost over the decades because we were blazé about Asbestos.
At the same time, there might be greater hierachy related to age. The young might have less of a say in society, as they are encouraged to gain more knowledge and experience first. Those who are close to the end of their lifespan might be treated worse, because this is a more distant prospect to most people. Though it might not necessarily turn out that way; since people live longer they are more likely to become disabled by accidents, so society puts more resources toward ensuring the disabled and eldrely can live full lives.
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