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What would your interpretation of voldemort be if you ever drew him snake like ?
aaa i love snake vee sm but i'm never super happy with how he looks in my art style so I haven't posted anything haha. but while looking through my files i did find this old unfinished art that i kinda like, so here ya go!
we really fucking popped off with words for being up to no good. scam. fraud. swindle. nefarious. dastardly. ne'er-do-well. diabolical. scheme. rogue. knave. there are real classics.
i have a rlly hard time going up against enemies and areas with status effects (death blight, scarlet rot, and poison clouds are the bane of my existence) and I just wanna know if this is a greatsword user thing or just a me thing but the elden ring subreddit scares me 😭
"I'm not racist/sexist/transphobic/etc, I hate everyone equally" is almost always bullshit. Even if somebody doesn't explicitly hate these specific people, they're still using the language of people who do hate, because they are simply too lazy to unlearn it. It's a lazy excuse of intellectually lazy people, wrapped in a fake layer of a pretense of being edgy. Nobody is actually like that.
Except Diogenes. That mf really did hate everyone equally.
"I'm not racist/sexist/transphobic/etc, I hate everyone equally" is almost always bullshit. Even if somebody doesn't explicitly hate these specific people, they're still using the language of people who do hate, because they are simply too lazy to unlearn it. It's a lazy excuse of intellectually lazy people, wrapped in a fake layer of a pretense of being edgy. Nobody is actually like that.
Except Diogenes. That mf really did hate everyone equally.
Imagine having an alien encounter, but the first person who makes contact has no idea what the fuck these creatures are or why they're in her backyard, and when they try to approach her she just gives the first one a brisk open palm slap across what she figures must be this creature's face. And the alien just goes "oh woah that's sharp. I like it." And they start looking for more people who do that.
Gradually they start mapping out which humans are most likely to just flat-out slap them, and figuring out how much of it is nature vs. nurture, start introducing the hardest slappers to each other, with a surprisingly good success rates as the kind of people who would be down to slap an alien life form are also the kind of people who are down shag somebody who would also do shit like that. While some people insist that these "breeding programs" are dehumanising and an insult to human dignity, the people who would slap an alien without hesitation are treating it like a free matchmaking service, that works better for them than Tinder anyway.
Eventually the descendants of the most powerful slappers have developed into a distinct new type of human, who have honed their slapping skills and capabilities to perfection, and any alien who isn't experienced with getting slapped by humans could no longer handle it, and one brisk smack would just make their head explode.
I don't know if you're ever done being struck by random Adult Hindsight on things about your parents, but pouring my tea this morning it suddenly just struck me just how weird boomers are about things like keeping up appearances and being presentable. I mean don't get me wrong, there definitely are times and places where you need to dress and act appropriately for the occasion, but being appropriate shouldn't take priority over the occasion itself.
My grandfather died in the heart of a remarkably cold winter, in peace with himself and after a long life and a brief illness. It sounds like a bizarre cliché to say, but it was agreed that very few get to pass as well as he did. His funeral was held on the coldest damn day of that winter. I needed to buy new clothes for it, a white scarf and a more simple, understated cap, since my mother thought that my usual winter hat - a big, black, fuzzy ushanka - was too frivolous for the occasion.
The cap didn't cover my ears and didn't offer much protection, but it was better than not having it on. The funeral was held on a freezing cold sunny day that my grandfather would probably have liked very much, but being outdoors at all - not to mention standing in the cold, with no hat on - gave me a headache within minutes, and I would rather have kept my hat on for as much of the ceremony as possible, while my mother kept hissingly whispering me to take it off, not put it back on yet, and when I was allowed to wear it again. My ears were freezing and my head was aching and I was just as annoyed by this tug-of-war as she clearly was.
If you asked her, I'm sure she would say something about how it's unfortunate that I didn't know how to behave appropriately at a funeral - worded in some way of how it's Surely Not My Fault that I wouldn't know any better, but with a strong undercurrent of making it clear that her children not knowing proper manners is not her fault, either. But ma'am what the fuck?
Your father has died and you spent the whole time fussing about my fucking hat??
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