The Suffering Never Ends

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((The ability to appreciate and evaluate human aesthetic is not determined by your sexuality))

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Nature

Arctic ocean

Blizzard in village

Blizzard in pine forest

Blizzard from cave

Blizzard in road

Beach

Cave

Ocean storm

Ocean rocks with rain

River campfire

Forest in the morning

Forest at night

Forest creek

Rainforest creek

Rain on roof window

Rain on tarp tent

Rain on metal roof

Rain on window

Rain on pool

Rain on car at night

Seaside storm

Swamp at night

Sandstorm

Thunderstorm

Underwater

Wasteland

Winter creek

Winter wind

Winter wind in forest

Howling wind

Places

Barn with rain

Coffee shop

Restaurant with costumers

Restaurant with few costumers

Factory

Highway

Garden

Garden with pond and waterfall

Fireplace in log living room

Office 

Call center

Street market

Study room from victorian house with rain

Trailer with rain

Tent with rain

Jacuzzi with rain

Temple

Temple in afternoon

Server room

Fishing dock

Windmill

War

Fictional places

Chloe’s room (Life is Strange)

Blackwell dorm (Life is Strange)

Two Whales Diner (Life is Strange)

Star Wars apartment (Star Wars)

Star Wars penthouse (Star Wars)

Tatooine (Star Wars)

Coruscant with rain (Star Wars)

Yoda’s hut with rain ( Star Wars)

Luke’s home (Star Wars)

Death Star hangar (Star wars)

Blade Runner city (Blade Runner)

Askaban prison (Harry Potter)

Hogwarts library with rain (Harry Potter)

Ravenclaw tower (Harry Potter)

Hufflepuff common room (Harry Potter)

Slytherin common room (Harry Potter)

Gryffindor common room (Harry Potter)

Hagrid’s hut (Harry Potter)

Hobbit-hole house (The Hobbit)

Diamond City (Fallout 4)

Cloud City beach (Bioshock)

Founding Fathers Garden (Bioshock)

Things

Dishwasher

Washing machine

Fireplace

Transportation

Boat engine room

Cruising boat

Train ride

Train ride in the rain

Train station

Plane trip

Private jet cabin

Airplane cabin

Airport lobby

First class jet

Sailboat

Submarine

Historical

Fireplace in medieval tavern

Medieval town

Medieval docks

Medieval city

Pirate ship in tropical port

Ship on rough sea

Ship cabin

Ship sleeping quarter

Titanic first class dining room

Old west saloon

Sci-fi

Spaceship bedroom

Space station

Cyberpunk tearoom

Cyberpunk street with rain

Futuristic server room

Futuristic apartment with typing

Futuristic rooftop garden 

Steampunk balcony rain

Post-apocalyptic

Harbor with rain

City with rain

City ruins turned swamp

Rusty sewers

Train station

Lighthouse

Horror

Haunted mansion

Haunted road to tavern

Halloween

Stormy night

Asylum

Creepy forest

Cornfield

World

New York

Paris

Paris bistro

Tokyo street

Chinese hotel lobby

Asian street at nightfall

Asian night market

Cantonese restaurant

Coffee shop in Japan

Coffee shop in Paris

Coffee shop in Korea

British library

Trips, rides and walkings

Trondheim - Bodø

Amsterdam - Brussels

Glasgow - Edinburgh

Oxford - Marylebone

Seoul - Busan

Gangneung - Yeongju

Hiroshima

Tokyo metro

Osaka - Kyoto

Osaka - Kobe

London

São Paulo

Seoul

Tokyo

Bangkok

Ho Chi Minh (Saigon)

Alps

New York

Hong Kong

Taipei

It’s easier to think of someone as “lazy” than to face the fact that school costs too much, that better jobs are inaccessible, that childcare is unaffordable, that people are forced to work so hard for so little that there’s no way they could have enough energy to attempt schooling or finding better work, and that what we give to people who can’t work is insufficient to the point of being shameful. I could say that calling people lazy is, in itself, lazy, but it’s not just an intellectual shortcut. It’s a defense mechanism.

Some of the best writing advice I ever got was if you’re stuck on a scene or a line, the problem is actually about 10 lines back and that’s saved me from writer’s block so many times.

God Creating The Netherlands

God: “So, yeah. Make a small country and also make it entirely flat. No mountains, only hills. A whole bunch in the south of it by the way.

Angel: “Sure, that doesn’t sound too bad?”

God: “Oh, and make it under the sea level. So they have a to build dikes to make sure the whole country doesn’t get flooded. 

Angel: “What the…”

God: “Dikes everywhere”

God: “And…what rhymes with dikes? Oh yes, bikes! Bikes everywhere!”

Angel: “You mean that they…’’

God: “Have a lot of bikes? Yes! Let them always cycle. Make everyone who isn’t cycling afraid of the cyclists. Especially the tourists.

Angel: “This starts to sound a lot more dangerous”

God: “What else did I have in mind? Oh yeah, make the weather there unpredictable as hell. Only one thing is sure, there will always be lot of rain”

Angel: “I start to feel sorry for those people…How do you want to call it?”

God: “Mmm, The Netherlands. But we call the people Dutch”

Angel: “Why…”

God: “And everyone mixes them up with their neighbourland Germany”

Angel: “Okay..anything else?’’

God: “Weed”

Angel: “That’s it. I quit”

As you opened the door, the sight greeting you was not, as your friend put it, "a teeeny mistake with a summoning spell". In a hasty attempt at a barrier on one side of the room was a couch, your friend staring fearfully at the scene in front if them. Two entities, one whose face was constantly changed from different animals to humans, with a cloak of billowing blue smoke surrounding them, the other a attractive figure that glowed gold and grand, gravity defying jewelry and an extra set of arms the most prominent features. They seemed completely different, the only thing in common the rage on their faces and tendency to hurl insults in odd languages at eachother. God's who had been ejected from there plane lost their powers, and it seemed these ones we're not taking it will. With a swift gesture with your arm, a nearby vase shatters in the middle of the angry gods, all tension in the room halting as three sets of eyes land on your figure. You couldn't tell if they were surprised by you being there or your bored expression. Maybe it was the words that came out your mouth next. "If the both of you would stop throwing a hissy fit, we can actually address the current slightly more civilized than primal apes. "

At the insult, the multi-faced god's, well, multi-facing, became erratic and quicker, speaking in an odd dialect.

"]ou $are ßpeak ïn ßuch æ \ay [o ?e. $o ]ou ñot (now \ho \e ære? "

After deciphering that the first letters consisted of the appropriate human symbols, you had run out of mental energy from the journey here, lack of sleep, and promised vacation bullshit.

"Yeah, a couple of powerless gods who think they can overcompensate for their usefulness with their ego. "

Whilst the first gods face recedes into a display of anger and shock, face shifting, hw other breaks out into high pitched tinkling laughter, teasing the other god with a child's naitivity and mentality.

As you sighed, a dark premonition crept up, assured by the human in the feeble position still behind the couch and reconstructed vase flying at your head.

If humanity truly is in the hands of gods, we're all fucked.

When your friend had called you up to nervously tell you that they’d had a small accident with a spell and needed your help, you had expected something simple and mundane. What you had NOT been expecting, was to walk in and find your best friend very nervously waving at you from besides two deeply pissed off, and completely powerless, gods. 

And to think you had been hoping for a quiet week.

Hey uhhh… even if you don’t live in Ohio can you spread this like wildfire please? You can also can also call John Becker, the sponsor of this bill, at (614) 466-8134. Seriously I can’t take another abortion bill.

Hey, please stay safe