so I just got home from university and I was like “ok let me grab a snack, sit down, watch a couple of videos from the elyxion and then I’m gonna study” BUT THEN I OPENED ALL MY SOCIAL MEDIAS AND I GOT ATTACKED BY A NAKED SEHUN, JUNMYEON TURNING ALL OF THE DADDY SMUTS INTO REALITY, CHANYEOL WITH HIS CUTE TATTOO, BAEKYHUN AND MINSEOK DOING A SOLO PERFORMANCE AND EXO IN GENERAL DEVASTATING ME HOW TF AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP ON LIVING NOW???
With the way things have been going, it seems the whole net neutrality thing will be repealed (which I hope doesn’t happen) and because of that, you might not see me on this blog anymore (we will see if it is repealed or not next month *cross your fingers!!!*). My parents are for the repeal and many others I know (idk why???) and so god knows they will only pay for the basics I won’t get tumblr, or DA or twitter or any other website I can post art on and chat and anything else which is honestly devastating and worries me over and over. So please if you don’t want to see me gone please please call your representatives or text or anything to make your voice heard to make sure this shitty decision does not make it through!
i sent a pestilence a plague into your house into your bed into your streams into your streets into your drink into your bread! upon your cattle, on your sheep upon your oxen, in your field into your dreams into your sleep until you break until you yield! I - sent - the - swarm - I - sent - the - hoard - thu'saieth the looooord
once i called you brother, once i thought the chance to make you laugh, was all i ever wanted (ISENTHEFIREFROMTHESKYISENTTHEFIRERAININGDOWN.) and even now, i wish that god had chose another, serving as your foe on his behalf, is the last thing that i wanteeeeeeeeeed (I SENT A HAIL OF BURNING ICE ON EVERY FIELD ON EVERY TOWN!) THIS was my home, all this pain and devastation, how it tortures me inside, all the innocent who suffer, from your STUBBORNNESS AND PRIIIIIIIIIIDE (I SENT THE LOCUSTS ON THE WIND SUCH AS THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN FROM EVERY LEAF ON EVERY STALK UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT BUT GREEN!)
I - sent - my - scourge - I - sent - my - sword - thu'saieth the looooord you who i call brother, why must you call down another blow, is this what you wanteeeeeeeed
I - sent - my - scourge - I - sent - my - swoooooooord LET MY PEOPLE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (THUS SAITH THE LORD) THUS SAITH THE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD
you who i called brother, how could you have come to hate me so, is this what you wanted
I - sent - the - swarm - I - sent - the - hoard - then let my heart be hardened, and never mind how high the cost may grow, this will still be so. i will never let. yoooour peeeeeeeopleeeeeee go. (THUS SAITH THE LORD) thus saith the looooooooooord i will not let. (let) your- (my people) gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
So this is why reposting art without credit is a shitty thing to do.
This Jonny Gordo fellow posted my Stranger Things fan art to his blog and it was picked up by the Tumblr Radar - last time I checked the post had over 75,000 notes. I’ve reported it, it’ll get removed, that’s cool. But since it’s been up it’s been shared and reposted by several Instagram accounts, a few of which have *millions* of followers. I’m a freelance illustrator, it’s how I make a living, and social media is a big part of how I find clients and work. Having my art pop up in the feeds of 4-5 million people could have been extremely beneficial to my career (some companies and creators I admire follow these accounts), if the artwork was actually credited to me, and not to Jonny Gordo, the reposter.
I’m fortunate enough to be at a place where this isn’t devastating to me, it’s just a bummer (knock on wood). But to a younger and/or struggling artist, this kind of thing has the potential to make or break them. It could be a huge missed opportunity and may result in them not getting the work they need to continue with their career. When I checked out this guy’s tumblr, I saw a bunch of reposted art without credit, so who knows how often this kind of thing is happening.
Reblog, don’t repost. If you do need to repost, make sure you credit the artist, google image search takes two seconds. Don’t take credit for other people’s work.
We’ve talked a lot about the repeated deaths, but that’s not all that can happen in this kind of situation. What kind of injuries do you think the IPRE dealt with until the year was up and they were reset?
Magnus loses an arm. It’s an early cycle and he shouldn’t have had to make that kind of sacrifice, but he did it to help someone else and no one is really surprised. No one knows what to do - should they offer to help him with things? Would that be insulting? When Magnus comes far too close to losing his other arm in the same year, he learns to ask for help when he needs it.
Merle is too close to an explosion and loses his hearing. Lucretia offers him one of her notebooks, and it’s both a wonderful idea and a mistake because he uses it both to communicate and to leave notes all over the ship. They’re very dad-like notes, commanding various crew members to pick up this mess or go do some chore. When they try to argue Merle just shakes his head and motions helplessly at his ears, even though they are writing him a note in return. It’s not long afterwards that they reach a world that has sign language and everyone learns the basics.
Lup has been burned, badly, but it takes a while before she lets anyone help her manage the pain because she doesn’t want to feel better when she can’t do that for Taako because he died in a fucking fire. It’s Barry who finally catches her with her guard down late one night, and he and Merle find a combination of cooling spells and herbs that make the pain (the physical pain) more bearable.
Davenport is blinded, and for a while he won’t accept any help. He’s the captain, he’ll figure it out on his own. He tries to pilot the ship with muscle memory and crashes it somewhere remote, and he just screams in frustration at losing the one thing he’s the best at, even if it’s only for a year. He’s quiet for a while, not interacting and going through the motions as well as he can, until Magnus wanders into the cockpit and asks what the big, red button is for. Davenport explains, more of the crew wander in, and he ends telling all of them about the ins and outs of their vessel. It’s a good day, and after that (both that year and after) he spends less time in the cockpit and more time with his family.
Lucretia can’t walk anymore, not easily and then not at all, so Magnus offers to give her piggyback rides everywhere she wants to go whenever she wants. Lup and Barry make her a chair (permanently levitating so that stairs aren’t an issue), but she finds she likes the company while exploring the new towns. She takes up Magnus’s offer more often than anyone expects her to.
A landslide that takes Lup catches Taako, too; he takes a serious blow to the head. When he wakes up he doesn’t speak, and doesn’t really look at anyone. But he listens to them, he can hear them, and eventually Lucretia picks up some journals and sits with him. At first she reads, but eventually she just shares interesting things that happened that day and gossip; even though his expression doesn’t change she can tell he’s enjoying the conversation from the way his ears flick around with as much movement as always. When the year is done they still gossip, but it’s never one-sided. (Except when it is, years and years later. Taako has a bad day and Lucretia offers to read to him, and he lets her. It’s a little sign that things are… better. Improving.)
One year there are days Barry hurts too much to walk on his own, and Lucretia’s chair makes a second appearance. Lup isn’t there, or Magnus or Merle, so the ship is quiet more often than not… until Taako and Barry go barreling down the hallway together clinging to the chair and targeting Davenport of Lucretia. It shouldn’t be funny but it is - one light and fun moment during a particularly bad cycle.
mentioning george michael means so much. a man who got forced out of the closet by newspaper, lost his boyfriend to aids and his mom to cancer, lost a legal battle with sony and had to buy himself out of his contract. it’s all so fucking pointed and blatant. i’m literally staring at my computer screen speechless. stop
underestimating louis and fucking pay attention, really listen to him. please.
“leave this world… a better place than how you found it.”
and as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, i understood why the suriel had come to help me, again and again. not just for kindness… but because it was a dreamer.
and it was the heart of a dreamer that had ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.