story of eden

Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil are two specific trees in the story of the Garden of Eden. 
Tree of Life served to maintain Adam’s biological processes for an extended earthly animal life. It did not provide immortality as such, for the tree, being finite, could not grant infinite life. Hence after a period of time, the man and woman would need to eat again from the tree or else be “transported to the spiritual life.” The common fruit trees of the garden were given to offset the effects of “loss of moisture”, while the Tree of Life was intended to offset the inefficiencies of the body.
Consuming the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil was the original sin committed by Adam and Eve that subsequently became known as the Fall of man in Genesis 2-3. In Catholicism, the tree should be understood both symbolically and as a real tree - similarly to Jerusalem being both a real city and a figure of Heavenly Jerusalem. The fruits of that tree were not evil by themselves, because everything that God created was good. It was disobedience of Adam and Eve, who had been told by God not to eat of the tree, that was obnoxious and caused disorder in the Creation, thus humanity inherited sin and guilt from Adam and Eve’s sin.

(PREVIEW) The Gaming Club: Part Two set in the Older Chat AU, “When Duty and Desire Meet” 

Story by @midnightstarlightwrites / Art by Eden Daphne 

Adrien was… sweet. Truth be told, he was completely different to how she’d imagined the son of her idol to be. Aside from his exceedingly good looks, you wouldn’t have been able to tell he was a former teen heartthrob. He was too humble even, dare she think it, shy. He seemed not to get out much, which made sense given his post-grad status.

Despite that, Marinette was determined for him to have a good time. After all, she’d been a member of the Gaming Club since her first year and was incredibly proud of the club it’d become in the years since. It had taken a lot of hard work on her part, along with her friends’ efforts. They’d worked as a team and the benefits had sewn themselves into a club where every type of gamer was welcome and celebrated. It was why one week they could have a DDR competition and the next week a classic board games night.

“Earth to Mari?”

Marinette blinked, dazed, snapping out of her musings when Nino waved a hand in front of her face.

Part 2 is nearing completion!!!  I’m so stoked about this collab!!! 

Read more about the Older Chat AU here!


“Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen…”

This art comes thanks to my awesome roommate Sarah (anacrinecomplex) who SPECIFICALLY requested storyboards!! Here they are! Want so see more Wicked art?  ANY donation to the Doommates Patreon or Paypal ( will unlock it! THANK YOU SARAH!!!

ALSO once this month’s Patreon money rolls through we will have hit $200! That means I’ll be posting a GIF!!!!!


“She doesn’t have to be all gussied up,” he raved about her. “She’s wonderful just as she is.”

But Pier’s strict Italian mother didn’t approve of her daughter dating a non-Catholic, and James said, “I wouldn’t marry her unless I could take care of her properly. And I don’t think I’m emotionally stable enough to do so right now.”

She soon wed singer Vic Damone, and a heartbroken James was seen outside the church on his motorcycle on their wedding day. “He couldn’t believe it was going to happen,” Lew Bracker, James Dean’s close friend says. “He needed to see it with his own eyes.”

On September 10, 1971, at age 39, Pier Angeli died in her home of a barbiturate overdose. In a letter to a friend just before her death, Pier said “…My love died at the wheel of a Porsche. It’s now been 17 years that I’ve been lonely, desperately lonely. I want to find peace and be free and finally be with my father and Jimmy again.”

I believe that James Dean truly loved Pier Angeli, and she in return. Their affair was short, but incredibly emotional and involved. She had issues of her own, as did he, but he clearly felt she understood and loved him unconditionally. I think their love was slightly toxic, but there is no doubt that it was strong and very real! ~~jimmylives

Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden - Sakamaki Laito - Heaven No. 02

So, since it’s Laito’s birthday, I prepared one more present~ ;D

I won’t be translating Laito’s Lost Eden story part for now, but I want to translate  some scenes I liked. Here is the first one. His heaven scenario no. 02 ;D It’s quite cute and in his style. I’m also going to translate the other two heaven scenarios soon.

If you spot any mistakes, please let me know, so I can correct them. Thanks! ;D And please don’t repost!

Enjoy! ^^

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a heart full of love [x]
a fanmix dedicated to lover and idealist, marius pontmercy of les miserables (requested by lucasbieneke)

she loves me (she loves me) “i love it knowing that she loves me” // old friends (merrily we roll along) “here’s to us! who’s like us? damn few.” // a world without you (children of eden) “you know that half my heart is yours” // i’ve never been in love before (guys & dolls) “now all at once it’s you” // proud of your boy (aladdin) “someone’s gonna make good cross his stupid heart” // corner of the sky (pippin) “every man has his daydreams” // maria (west side story) “the most beautiful sound i ever heard” // sixteen going on seventeen (sound of music) “i know that i’m naive” // giants in the sky (into the woods) “and you know things now that you never knew before, not til the sky” // come back (dogfight) “repeat, replay, each death, each day”


Red face, puffy eyes, her ears hear the sound of candles cracking, birds flapping, and her son napping on her small shoulder. The voice from her past echoes and echoes in the depth of her mind until they turn into shouts from the front. You can still hear her flats walking out of her heartbroken abode. The polish from the outside have covered the fissure of her inner season, until she used the ‘rip out’ option of her hands to break through the shoal. If only she could have warned the younger age of this agony from her live-in lover. If only.


Today on March 12th 2015, Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth for the Vita and PlayStation TV went on shelves in Japan, marking the end of a handheld hiatus the franchise has maintained since June 2013. This is the first Digimon game released on the Vita, and the first time the Story series has been put on a Sony system; preceding game Digimon Story: Super Xros Wars Red & Blue came out on the Nintendo DS in March 2011.

Cyber Sleuth has not forgotten its roots though, as the game features 12 DLC missions involving the return of Sayo, the female protagonist of Digimon Story Moonlight (localized overseas as Digimon World Dusk.) The DLC missions involve helping Sayo battle the Seven Great Demon Lords, who served as postgame superbosses in the original Digimon Story.

Cyber Sleuth’s main plot involves the protagonist (Aiba Takumi if male, Aiba Ami if female) having their body stolen while inside the cyberspace EDEN, becoming a half-data entity capable of jumping between the real and cyber worlds at will. Alongside “ordinary” detective Kuremi Kyouko, they investigate the rise of the digital amoeba Eater, trying to recover their lost body while solving a slew of other cases brought to the Kuremi Detective Agency. The Eater is a rapidly reproducing digital entity that feeds off of humans and Digimon alike, while evolving into new shapes like its Eater Adam and Eater Eve forms  But while this investigation is going on, a faction of the Royal Knights organization led by their legendary strategist Duftmon breaks into the real world, launching a first-strike as part of a war of annihilation against all mankind to protect the Digimon. Duftmon’s “Paradise Lost” project is opposed by fellow Royal Knight member Omegamon, and his tamer Nokia. And at a critical moment in this seemingly straightforward conflict, the Royal Knights’ ace-in-the-hole Examon suddenly runs wild…

In addition to its main game, Cyber Sleuth features a competitive online play mode in which all tamer’ Digimon are set to level 50 and the types of Digimon they can use are restricted by memory limits placed on their teams. Players can do either local or ranking battles, fighting out a 3-on-3 match where turn manipulation, party recovery and strategic use of passive skills are all necessary to win out.


Eden sat down, getting herself ready for what might happen. “Why aren’t you down there with your son? Can’t you just stop working for one day to spend time with your family?" 

Hiro jerked back. "Eden.. where is this coming from?" 

"My brain, Hiro. You need to learn to be a better father. You can’t come home to watch your son while your wife is gone, and not even spend any time with him! Are you kidding me right now?" 

"I have a lot of work to do, Eden. Taking a day off work is basically killing me right now. I have all these emails to write and phone calls to make. I wish I could spend time with him, but I can’t, sweetheart.”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me. Make someone else send the emails and make the phone calls.”


Şöyle şuraya 3 film bırakıyorum.

1-The Boy in the Striped Pajamas (2008)

Film babası alman komutanı olan 8 yaşındaki erkek çocuğu Bruno’nun 2. dünya savaşı'nda çalışma kampındaki Shmuel adlı akranıyla gizlice arkadaş olması ve yaşadıklarıdır.Şimdi o tellerin bir tarafında yahudi çocuk var diğerinde ise filistinli, yıllar sonra rollerin başka ırklarla değişmeyeceğini ise kimse garanti edemez.

sınırlar diyorum,
sınırlar bu çocuklara göre değil.

2-Büyük Adam Küçük Aşk (2001)

Yaşlı, cumhuriyetçi bir emekli hakim ile tek kelime Türkçe bilmeyen minik Kürt kızı arasında, önce mesafeli başlayan, sonrasında sıcak bir sevgi ilişkisine evrilen, gerilimli, naif ve net mesajlara sahip bir film.Sevginin bakış hali.

‘’Acımasızca geçip giden zamandan geriye kalan sadece yalnızlıklarımızdır.’’

3-Wristcutters: A Love Story (2006)

Film,sadece intihar eden insanların gittikleri bir dünyada geçiyor. Yaşamlarından bir şekilde vazgeçmiş insanların olduğu bir dünya. Çiçeklerin, yıldızların olmadığı ve kimsenin gülmediği bir ‘araf’ta toplanıyor tüm intihar edenler. Neredeyse her şeyin olduğu araf’ta bir tek bunlar eksik. Çünkü, çiçekler, yıldızlar ve gülüşler, umuda dair şeylerdir ve kendini öldüren insanların olduğu bir dünyada umuda yer yok.

Edgar Keret’in öyküsünden uyarlanarak sinemaya aktarılan Wristcutters filmi bana kendini çok sevdirdi.’Tanrı olmak isteyen otobüs şöförü’nü okumayı unutmayın !

#34 The Portrayal (Harry Styles)

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I have a story in my head. It’s about him and I. I hear my voice repeat every line again and again like a clock with its needles going around the same numbers over and over again, like my story with him. I see us start a little trippy, we stumble along the way, tightening our hold on each other we grow into each other. But, it’s still a story.

- The Planning -

“Stories don’t come true, Eden!” Harry repeated for the fifth time, this evening. “I feel like I am going in circles with you.” I nodded, not wanting to annoy my head any longer and stepped down from the stage. “We are looking for something realistic. Something which can actually happen! This dream of yours sounds impossible. People don’t just accept each other for who they are! Especially you main lead, she has to change if we can make it sound a little believable.

“But, I don’t want to give her a makeover. Why should she? Why can’t I-, I mean, she be happy with herself?” I asked.

“Because the guy won’t give two looks in her direction! It’s reality Eden, it’s what happens, and you have to accept it. I am not making a fairytale. We want hardcore reality!” The word reality was giving me a headache. It was ‘unrealistic’ for a girl to find a guy if she was herself. She had to change, be more acceptable. Acceptable in her appearance, in her personality, I needed a coffee.

“One Iced latte, please, medium,” I  gave my order and took a seat, my head going between my palms.

“I have no idea why you are still pursuing this story,” Harry took a seat in front of me, his hand coming through his black hair. He had a little stubble on so, he was either trying to portray he didn’t care or was just lazy. My coffee arrived, and I took a sip of it.

“I believe in it,” I told him plainly. “I believe someone will like as I am without asking me to change. I want my character to portray that,” I told him and he just laughed.

“Like you as you? No one gets that, Eden. Even, I don’t!” He laughed.

“Like you’re some god, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes.

“Compared to you? Yeah. At least I carry myself well,” He smirked.

“What are you trying to say? Haven’t you insulted me enough?” I got up, and he pulled my hand, making me sit down again.

“Eden, it is one thing to believe in yourself, and it is another thing just to be delusional. You are delusional. You believe someone will like you for you and that’s just fine but, I doubt you like yourself. You’re just lazy,” I got up from my seat and just spilt my coffee on him.

“You have no right to say all that to me,” I told him. But, he just took a napkin and wiped his face.

“Look at what you did, I can’t help it if you don’t like the truth! Even your main character, that guy doesn’t exist! You can’t quote fictional characters, ‘look at Bridget Jones’ to validate your story! I know what guys like and want and right now, it’s not you!” He followed me as I walked out of the shop.

“How dare you, Styles! You have no right to comment on my life while yours is in the same state!” I shouted. “Didn’t your girlfriend for a week come and break up with you in front of the entire team!”

“Three weeks!” He said, “Okay, I know, I am obnoxious at times but, you have to agree that our bodies are like our advertisements. You won’t come and even see the product if it’s not attractive. And, there are rules to the attraction which your laziness lets you think is not important but, it is!”

“Why are you following me? I don’t have another story. I really want to go ahead with this, this time!” I told him as we stood in the middle of the road. Even in his coffee covered self, he looked handsome.

“Okay, let’s make a deal,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Let’s give it three, wait, four months, that’s enough time for even you to make a guy with the credentials like your story fall in love with you. You are clearly that character, changing her name to Emily doesn’t change that fact. Divide it into two months each. You try your way and then, I make you try my way. And, if you succeed, you win, and we do that story. But, if we don’t, you write a new story like the amazing writer I know you are on how I tell you to make it, deal?”

“What?” I frowned.

“ARE YOU GUYS CRAZY! GET OFF THE FUCKING ROAD!” A car and stopped right before us and, Harry pulled me to the sidewalk.

“C’mon! I know you aren’t that slow! Pick a guy! C’mon” He said, trying to urge me.

“Where will I find a guy from?” I asked him.

“What about Niall? The guy in my finance class, you like him?” He looked into my eyes.


“I know you do! You were ogling over him the other day and my darling, he didn’t even notice you. You get two months to make him fall for you. Like yourself, no changing your lazy ass who doesn’t even comb her hair in the morning, to make him fall in love and then  if you don’t win, I get two months, and he will fall, I guarantee,” He raised his eyebrows. “Shake on it, c’mon!” He said.

“Fine!” I took his hand. “I will prove you wrong! And, by the way, I don’t comb my hair because they are curly and will get extremely frizzy if I do!”  I shouted.

“Yeah, yeah! What’s the reason of your ketchup-stained T-shirt? Adds to the masterpiece that smiley is?” He said looking at my smiley faced t-shirt which did have a stain on it. “At least, separate your laziness and your I love myself attitude, I will see you on the battlefield. It starts tomorrow, by the way!” He said, walking off and I wanted to throttle him.

- The Initiation -

I woke up next morning with a text from Harry.

Wake up your lazyass self. The challenge starts today!

I hate him. I have no idea how people liked him, but everyone did. He was nothing, but mean to me all the time and people went gaga over his kindness and niceness. Girls went crazy just to talk to him and, almost everyone I knew had a crush on him. He was horrible, though I think I was the only one who saw through him.

I took a bath and got ready to go to college. Niall was in my Media and  Law class and, I should at least start talking to him to come close to winning this challenge. Niall was, he was amazing actually. A singer, an amazing guitarist and extremely lively in the circle. Everyone like him loved him, and he was always extremely sweet and single at the moment, so good for me.

I walked into class and, took a seat beside him for the first time.

“Hey,” He smiled, and I nodded. He went on to chat on his phone and, I thought of a topic to talk to him about, but nothing hit my head.

“Hey mate!” I closed my eyes, cursing as Harry walked in.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Niall asked, giving him a hug.

“Was free, thought I’d attend this class. Hello, Eden!” He smiled, but I could see Satan behind it.

I smiled back and took out my books.

He won’t get impressed with a loser hiding in her books.

He texted, and I sent back one with a curse word.

I thought this was about doing it my way.

He smiled at me cheekily and showed his hands in surrender.

It had been a month since then, and I had made zero progress. I felt Harry’s smirk increased day by day and, I couldn’t do anything to change it.

“Hello Eden,” He caught me running this morning.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“So rude! No wonder you are nowhere near wooing Niall,” He laughed.

“What’s your point?” I asked, increasing my speed and he easily caught up. Good at everything this fucker.

“One month left. Why don’t you give up? I can start mine and at least get you somewhere. Walking him to his next class won’t get you a date!”

I stopped in my tracks, “You-”

“Harry!” A girl screamed and ran up to us. She leapt into his arms and kissed his neck and cringed. “I didn’t know you ran every morning!” I looked at her, running in her sports bra and an almost underwear shorts while I was in an oversized T-shirt and leggings. I shook my head and started running again. My clothes shouldn’t define me. I wouldn’t give up on this.

It was fifteen days later when I gave up. I was going to ask Niall to the bar for a concert, but he cut me before that, “Eden, I just wanted to make things clear…”

“What?” I smiled.

“I mean, don’t get offended, but I hope you aren’t looking for a relationship with me?” He said, awkwardly.


“I mean, I don’t see you that way or would rather. We are just really different and these walks to the class or coffee shops, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression,” He said, and then, checked out a girl walking across us.

“You are not…” I said, giving up. What was the point now?  I controlled my tears and, “ I didn’t even know, I was giving you this…I should go,” I said walking off. He called me once, but I didn’t look back, running to the studio.

I slammed my script on the table where Harry was soothing a girl and looking at her hands, “he can’t read your palm, he is lying!” I told her. She made a face and hit him on his arms and walked away.

“That was my evening date! Eden!” Harry shouted.

“You win! I’ll write your script!” I told him and involuntarily felt my tears flow down my cheeks.

“Hey…hey, what happened?” Harry’s voice softened, and he almost whispered cupping my cheeks.

I shook my head in his palms, and he wiped a tear, “Nothing, you win, I’ll write the story the way you want it to be.”

“Don’t cry, Eden. Tell me what happened,” he said, wiping another tear.

“He said, that he and I can’t happen. That he didn’t want to give me the wrong impression and then, checked out the girl walking by,” I hiccupped. “So, you win. I get it. No one can like me for me. Just send me the idea, and I’ll write it.” I pulled away.

“Hey, hey…I didn’t mean that no one can like you for you. Of course, they can, you’re absolutely amazing,” He said, pulling my arm and making me stand in front of him. “I just meant, that the outer you needs maintenance. That you don’t love yourself because you aren’t taking care of yourself. Your personality has nothing to do with it and that, jackass is blind.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I cried.

“I promise, he’ll be on his knees begging you for a walk to the class which he just declined. Will you let me show you? How amazing you can be? How amazing your personality can be showcased with how you portray yourself? It’s just about the portrayal.” He asked, meeting my eyes. “C’mon, I still have my two months,” He smirked, and I nodded.





basementeden  asked:

“ Y-you wanted to read me a story, Eden“ Isaac asked, a smile slowly appearing. It’s been a while since someone had read Isaac a story, && he’d usually read them himself; however, those stories all had to do with religion, && if Isaac was sick of hearing anything, it was about religion.