the future begins here

The Croods Theory

The 2013 Dreamworks animated film titled “The Croods” recently became available on Netflix. With no financial risk involved, I thought I’d give it a try.

This film confused me greatly. Every scene seemed to create more questions, none of which were given a clear resolution in the end:

  • Where did all these bizarre hybrid organisms come from?
  • Why were the Croods themselves so improbably unintelligent?

Several weeks after seeing the film, it clicked. It suddenly all make sense:

The Croods takes place in the distant future, long after the genetic apocalypse.

Let me explain. In today’s world, the ability to alter genomes is becoming more and more accessible and affordable. Individuals, hobbyists, even children, have access to technologies that were unthinkable just a decade earlier. The movement has become common enough that that it even has a name: biohacking. This is where the story of the Croods begins. Here and now.

Imagine a future where genetic biohacking is ubiquitous. The human race has been splicing genomes for centuries. It started as a means to provide food and fight disease for an ever growing population, but eventually evolved into something else.

Soon tinkerers began creating custom house pets. It started out with seemingly harmless things, like rabbit-sized rodent/elephant hybrids, and tree like terrestrial corals for garden landscaping:

Eventually, this grassroots movement became commercialized. More and more elaborate hybrids were created by genetic artisans, who in turn sold their genetic patents to massive corporations looking to take advantage of the latest trends in custom pets and zoological theme parks:

This ultimately culminated in the creation of avian/mammalian carnivore megafauna as status symbols for the extremely wealthy:

As trends in hybrid species shifted, their caretakers lost interest in the older breeds. Many of these animals were released into the wild, resulting in ever expanding feral populations. With no natural predators, these populations displaced most of the native species, and eventually became naturalized.

Meanwhile, the genetic revolution had also resulted in darker industries. Looking for cheap labor, natural resource harvesting corporations began exporting their operations to countries with lax genetic regulation. Here, away from the prying eyes of world governments, they were able to develop a new strain of human:

Their large and muscular bodies were well suited to hauling heavy industrial equipment. Their dimwitted nature meant they were easily contained, and their instinctual fear of anything new prevented any deviation from the oppressive status quo set forth by the corporation.

The genetic revolution wasn’t without it’s detractors however. Religious fringe groups had long viewed genetic tampering as an affront to god. In their eyes, tampering with genetic code was tampering with the divine plan of god himself.

Eventually, terrorist groups formed. These extremist sects began targeting government facilities dealing with genetic research. Rather hypocritically, they attacked such facilities with the very weaponized viruses they stole in their raids, apparently attempting to prove a point about the dangers of genetic modification.

Unfortunately, these viruses were not contained to the sites of terrorist attacks. The infection spread globally, killing over 14 billion people worldwide.

However, the commercially-developed labor caste possessed an immunity to the virus. Within a short time, they became the dominant human species on the planet.

Eventually only one surviving specimen of Homo sapiens sapiens remained:

Long after the last signs of civilization had crumbled to ruins, long after the genetic upheaval settled back into ecological equilibrium…

This is when the film takes place.

“The future –” he said, looking down at his open hands, “– begins here.” 
(Iron Man #325)

”…And Tony Stark was a hero long before he was Iron Man.“ 
(Avengers Assemble 2x07)

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden Shin Tsukinami (Vampire end) ~Translation/traducción~

this translation was made by @vampiretsuki~

*Vibora Castle*

Carla: …Come here.
Shin: Eh…..
Vibora Man A: O-Oi! Do you even know what is done in this place!?
Vibora Man B: Something like neglecting our “agreement” is….!
Zweig: …..But, wait. The First blood king must have a plan, right.
Vibora Man A: But….!
Zwein: I wouldn’t mind finishing the agreement later. Just remain silent.
Vibora Man B: …. I understand.
Carla: Shin …. hurry up.
Shin: ……?

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puppy parenting | tyler bate

Originally posted by deandeeds

It was entirely my fault that I’d gotten much too used to a laughter-filled apartment, one fit for nights spent watching movies and ramblings about all the nothings of the world. Although Tyler didn’t live here, it was like he practically did; whenever he had free time, he was there and we were together. Since his presence was always an absentminded expectancy, the unsettling emptiness and silence of each room never felt right. I knew very well that his schedule was hectic and that relying on having him around was a terrible habit, however it’d become second-nature. Even when I tried to not let on how much I missed him, he’d mention how he wished he didn’t have to leave so often and that he was sorry. The truth of the matter was that he had no reason to be sorry, no reason at all; he was young and he was living his dream and I couldn’t have been more proud to be by his side throughout it all. I was the sorry one for making him have worries when his bright future should have been the only thing on his mind. 

Though I’d refuted his claims countless times, he just couldn’t seem to accept me being alone in the apartment we so regularly shared. Eventually, he decided I needed something to erase the loneliness. His resolution?

“Let’s get a puppy,” he announced suddenly one day during a brief intermission of our horror movie marathon.

For just a split second I’d thought I’d heard him wrong considering how out of place it seemed at the time. He was traveling all over the world doing big things with the UK championship slung over his shoulder, meanwhile I was getting caught up in my own career. Simply put, we were both extremely busy and it seemed there was hardly enough time for each other, let alone to take care of a puppy. 

“A puppy?" 

"A puppy,” he confirmed, all smiles and no reasoning. It must’ve slipped his mind how crazy our lives currently were.

I caught myself thinking about how adorable the sight of Tyler and the tiny pup would be before logic set in. “Tyler, sweetie,” I began, a comforting hand placed on top of his, “I hate to be the mean girlfriend, but we really don’t have the time.”

“You’re at this apartment alone so often, wouldn’t you love the company? And when I’m home, I’ll be right there with you taking care of it.”

The idea did seem rather enticing. It would surely make the apartment livelier and the time pass much faster. And, not that I would admit it, but that image of the two of them curled up on the couch together was too cute to pass up.

“I mean…” I trailed off, attempting to keep up the disagreement for even just a minute longer. Tyler didn’t need to know I’d given in that easily.

He grinned, tugging on my arm gently as he realized his plan would work, after all. “C'monnnn,” he exaggerated.

“Alright, alright, fine. We’ll get a puppy." 

Tyler insisted we get the dog the next day, more than likely because he was afraid I would change my mind. That’s exactly how we ended up in this situation, him driving us back to the place that would be complete with the arrival of our cocker spaniel and me smiling down at the tiny thing, fast asleep in my lap. 

Reaching across the console, Tyler held a hand out to pet our yet-to-be-named puppy before earning a sound of disapproval from me.

"Both hands on the wheel, Bate,” I chuckled, watching as he stuck his tongue out at me in annoyance. “You’re not mature enough to be a parent,” I sighed. 

“Try me.”

Now we had a bigger task ahead of us- agreeing upon a name. We’d gone back and forth as if we were naming an actual child, and to us, we were. After a discussion that lasted much longer than it should have, I opted for searching up dog names on Google and hoping we’d come across one that we could agree on. 

“Ace is cute,” I pointed out, scrolling down the page slowly, “Please tell me you like Ace.”

He was silent for a moment and I was worried we’d have to sit through yet another ten minutes of never-ending disagreement. “I like Ace. Ace it is,” he beamed, said puppy already sleeping the day away on his lap.

“My two boys,” I smiled, resting my head against Tyler’s shoulder and thinking about just how perfect the whole thing seemed. A proper beginning to our entwined future, all right here in this moment with Ace between us.

Just hours later, I learned I was both wrong and right about some things. Tyler was mature enough for this task, heading out to buy all of the things we’d need to be proper dog owners. And when I found him sprawled out on the couch with Ace sleeping so peacefully upon his chest, I discovered I was right in my thinking. It truly was an adorable sight to see the two together.

Even as a kid, Mike Wheeler never saw himself or his future in Hawkins. Not that he thought about it particularly often, of course, but in those elementary school class projects with crudely drawn stick figures and crayon scribbles about “When I Grow Up,” little Mike always pictured himself somewhere else. He loved the close proximity of his best friends’ houses and the freedom to explore the mysterious woods behind his home and the unmistakable familiarity of all his neighbors, but there was some grand allure in the bustling cities on television and the soaring skyscrapers in movies and the enchanting colorful images in his big sister’s magazines. There was a world beyond his self-contained little town, and Mike Wheeler was going to find it. As he grew up, the bleakness of Hawkins began creeping into his vision once more. He was becoming exhausted with the entire town watching his every move and the way bullies’ teasing names for him spread throughout the school like wildfire. Nancy always talked about her intricate plans to go off to college in a big city and forge a path for herself, and Mike ate this up. He wouldn’t leave his friends behind, though—all three of them would make a name for themselves, get out and into the world. Beyond the dreary, sleepy town of Hawkins (where the most excitement they’d had in years was tied between the Henderson’s Super Bowl party where one of the neighbors had a bit too much to drink and the time an owl got himself caught in a poor woman’s tangled hair.) There wasn’t a future for them here. They insisted that their lives would begin outside of there. 

And yet, several years, five graduation caps, innumerable road trips, two wedding rings, and enough-Eggo-waffles-to-feed-a small-country down the road, Mike Wheeler would look back at that small, dreary town of Hawkins, Indiana and remark on how much his life changed there. For the better. More excitement and strangeness than he would ever experience in even the grandest of cities. He wouldn’t have it any other way 

Not So Human After all

Something was wrong. 

She had gone to ‘sleep’ for the night at the Hotel Rexford, an act that simply allowed her body to run diagnostics for a few hours, something she understood very little of, other than knowing she often recovered quickly from drug use, drinking, and minor injuries - faster than a human would, anyway. This wasn’t what was out of place, she understood even her synthetic body needed rest.  

She had woken up on the floor. 

This wasn’t where she had laid down previously, she knew that much. When she sought to move herself, to stand up, and return to the bed, thinking she must have just tossed enough until she fell on the ground, she found herself incapable of moving. That’s not normal. This sent a rapid twinge of panic through her. Why couldn’t she get up? 

No answers came, of course. Instead, another oddity occurred in the form of pain. A serge of what felt like hot electricity pulsated through her body, rattling up her bones and through her skull, causing her vision to blot out suddenly. It felt her insides were on fire, and she was screaming now. Loud, blood-curdling, hysterical.  

She could move again, though everything became involuntary as her spine curved inwards with a snapping motion, arms whipping away and hitting against the ground, once, twice– No matter how much she tried to ignore the heat burning inside her, shocking her, twisting her body against the hard floorboards, she couldn’t. Nor could she regain control of her body. 

Fuck, she was having a seizure. 

Her mind was in a panic, incapable of doing anything else, racing in and through feelings of desperation, fear, and defeat. Honestly, it felt like she was going to fucking die. No, no, not here. Not like this. Not yet. 

Once the thrashing stopped, for what felt like an eternity within the span of a few minutes, did relief sink into her, almost as comforting as a Med-X needle itself. Gasping for air now, her inhuman body’s way of trying to draw in air to cool her insides, did she lay completely still on the ground. 

This wasn’t good, she told herself, feeling tears traveling down across her face, spilling towards her neck and ears, terror still thrumming through every inch of skin. This wasn’t fucking good at all. She didn’t have someone she could see about this– She didn’t have anyone save one person who even knew about what she was. There was no getting help, not unless she wanted to risk the Institute coming for her.

But if she was sick, breaking, whatever the hell happened to synths…

She was screwed, wasn’t she?


The notion that the truth will be gained, that happiness will be achieved, that the Overself will be realized at the end of a long attempt must be seen as an illusory one. Truth, happiness, and the Overself must be seen in the Present, not the future, at the very beginning of his quest, not the end, here and now. It is not a matter of time. This is because time is a trick the mind plays on itself; because the past, the present, and the future are all rolled into one eternal NOW; because what is to happen has already happened.

– Paul Brunton Notebooks Category 23: Advanced Contemplation > Chapter 5: Balancing the Paths > # 216

Double Trouble

Here’s another post TVD finale drabble, hope you like it!

Two years later - Mystic Falls

Klaus drove past the familiar sign, although he wasn’t sure if he was going to be very welcome in town after her threatening letter demanding his presence to discuss Hope. She’d been studying at Caroline’s magic school in Mystic Falls for about six months now, after all Klaus couldn’t think of anyone better to teach his daughter. She’d certainly taught him a lot over the years and given his age that was saying a lot.

Klaus smiled thinking back to the day he received her correspondence in New Orleans. Kol had bounded excitedly into their kitchen throwing the letter in his direction, although not before gleefully teasing him about being in trouble with the school principal. He’d muttered something about minding his business and taken it into the courtyard far from his brother’s prying eyes.

Klaus lifted the envelope flap in anticipation. He couldn’t believe how nervous and excited he was at the same time as he perused her neat cursive.

Stop dodging my calls and sending your relatives to deal with your daughter. Get your hybrid butt to Mystic Falls now. I’ll be here waiting and none of that however long it takes either, Mikaelson.

Ms Caroline Forbes - Principal.

He had to chuckle that such an informal parent/teacher letter was signed so formally at the bottom. Only Caroline Forbes. He couldn’t believe she’d use his own words against him either, she was obviously pretty desperate to get him there. Maybe he’d dodged a few calls and sent Rebekah in his place last month but he knew exactly why she wanted to see him. It wasn’t just his daughter that was in trouble and he knew it.

“Took your sweet time,” Caroline said by way of a greeting as he pulled up outside the former Salvatore Boarding House. She was dressed casually in jeans and a cornflower sweater that only brought out those blue eyes he remembered so well. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her brow was furrowed. She made the perfect principal with that unamused expression, he was probably more scared of her than her students right now.

“Do you greet all the parents this way, or am I just lucky, love?”

“Not sure I’d call you lucky, Mikaelson,” she growled. “Come right this way.”

“Where are we going?” He asked noticing they were walking away from the house and towards an older looking building nearby.

“To my private office, wouldn’t want to scare all the children now would we?” Klaus was tempted to tell her just how hot this angry principal act was making him as she strode ahead her hips wiggling tantalisingly, but he thought better of it.

“Is that where you keep your whips for punishment?” She stopped walking momentarily and turned to face him, her eyebrows raised curiously.

“I don’t whip the students but I might make an exception for you,” she shot back, before continuing onwards. Did that mean she had whips? Klaus was suddenly desperate to know but again thought better of it given her current temperament.

Her office was surprisingly modern and spacious with a large desk and a couch seated by an antique fireplace. Before he could get too comfortable she gestured towards the chair at the desk. “Sit.”

“I think you’ve got me mixed up with a dog, love. Us wolves don’t generally sit on command,” he joked. Her stony expression remained unchanged even though Klaus thought it was pretty funny. “Sorry Ms Forbes.”

“I don’t need to tell you why you’re here given the fact you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied.

“Not only can’t you compel me but you are the worst liar,” she drawled. “At least try hiding those dimples when you do it. I should know given your daughter does exactly the same thing. Look, Hope is a wonderful child, talented too but I don’t need to tell you that either.”

“Well she does have those impeccable, Mikaelson genes.” Klaus couldn’t miss her exaggerated eye roll, it was definitely a look he’d missed all this time.

“You know the first day I taught Hope I thought it was sweet, albeit a little old fashioned, when she gave me an apple. But then came the beignets, the chocolate truffles and the many bunches of flowers.”

“She’s also inherited my fine taste,” he boasted. Klaus noticed she hadn’t mentioned his latest gift though and he wondered why.

“Oh p-uh-lease,” she groaned. “You need to stop with all the gifts and the gestures and even more so stop making your daughter do your dirty work, Klaus.”

“Well, I’d hardly call it dirty work,” he scoffed.

“Not only is it unprofessional for me to accept such lavish gifts from a student, it makes the other children feel insecure because they can’t compete, Klaus,” she explained, obviously trying to reason with him. “The last thing Hope needs is for the other kids to resent her.”

“She can most probably annihilate them all so making friends isn’t all that important,” he insisted.

“Says the friendless, Original Hybrid who daggered his own siblings and kept them in coffins for years,” she responded.

“And here I thought that we were friends now, love.”

“Not if you keep giving me gifts via your daughter. Please, Klaus?” Then came the adorable puppy dog eyes and Klaus knew that he had no choice but to relent. Klaus had come to think of his little gifts as a way to keep their connection alive. He’d missed her terribly and although he meant it when he said however long it takes, it didn’t make it any easier having to wait for the love of his life.

“Fine but I wouldn’t put it past my daughter to improvise, she can be extremely creative and I know just how much she adores you already, love.” The smile that crossed her face was exactly what he’d been craving since arriving at the school.

“I’ll be ready for it.”

“So, it’s probably best you return that particular gift to me then. I wouldn’t want it to be inappropriate or anything.” Caroline regarded him curiously across the desk, her hands clasped together as she did.

“Oh of course,” she said finally, busying herself with her desk drawer. “Thank you. This thing feels as if its been burning a hole in my pocket.” What she slapped on the table wasn’t what he was expecting. The cheque he’d written two years ago in all its glory. Klaus knew it hadn’t been cashed but he figured she was waiting for the right way to spend it. She was a perfectionist after all.

“This is for the school Caroline. I admire what you’re doing here and believe me this place is a worthy recipient of these funds.”

“I can’t accept it, much like all these other gifts.”

“Well, consider it extra tuition fees for putting up with Hope,” he pleaded. “She can be a handful when she wants.”

“Only when her father interferes.”

“I’m curious, why is it so hard to accept anything from me, love?” She paused, her eyes cast downwards and firmly trained on the cheque between them. Klaus moved forward impatiently in his chair desperate to hear her explanation.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the gestures, Klaus. I do,” she paused again momentarily. “But to be honest I want something more. Something deeper, more profound and special from you Klaus. I think I always have.” His throat was dry and Klaus was unable to answer if he tried given the desperation and hope pulsing through his body. “I want you.”

“You do?” He blurted out, gone was his composed front after hearing the words he’d wanted to hear for so long.

“However long it takes,” she murmured, placing her hands over his comfortingly.

“The letter,” he murmured, still trying to come to terms with her frank and unexpected confession.

“I thought it was fitting to put it in my letter,” she grinned. “But I’m curious, if you weren’t expecting the cheque what did you want instead?”

“My sketch,” he said. “Hope gave you that a few weeks ago as far as I understand.” It was something that had come to Klaus in the middle of the night and he’d stayed up for hours perfecting her expressive eyes and those free flowing, golden waves. It had been inspired by their moment after graduation when he’d promised to be her last love. Looks like that started today.

“You’re going to have to fight me for that, Mikaelson.”

“Looking forward to that, love. We do have forever after all,” he smiled, standing and making his way around the desk desperate to hold more than just her hands. He pulled her flush against him, leaning down to brush those pink lips he’d dreamt of since the woods that fateful day.

“I thought I was supposed to be punishing you right now,” she whispered when he was only inches from her waiting mouth.

“Should we bring out the whips then?” Before she could reply his mouth was on hers and all of a sudden the world didn’t exist because they were too caught up in each other and their long future together.

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picturesinhismind  asked:

I know you don't like being the 'ask me about religion' person all the time - but I was reading about the relatio post disceptationem on ncronline, and was wondering if you had any thoughts you felt like sharing? Thanks!

Oh man, I have a hundred different thoughts about it, from the content to the context to what I think they’re trying to accomplish. But I can honestly say I never expected to read the phrase “socio-economic factors” in a Church document? So that is…that is something.

Uh, for those you who aren’t up to date with breaking Vatican news, an extraordinary synod—a special council of bishops—has been called to discuss the family. Last week, the “report after the discussion” (Relatio post disceptationem) was published.

It is not a binding document in any way, or even reflective of the opinion of the bishops—they’re only halfway through the synod, and since publication lots of bishops have come out of the woodwork to say I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS!!! (“Lots” meaning “It’s mostly Cardinal Burke”) (Cardinal Burke is a hella conservative canon lawyer.) (We do not like Cardinal Burke.)

But anyway, the Relatio is supposed to be a summary of what the bishops and cardinals discussed, to lead them into their smaller group meetings over the next week.

And boy howdy is it interesting.

[DISCLAIMER: When I say interesting, I mean “to me.” To most of the non-Catholic world, this is a nonexistent blip on the radar of progress. A lifelong marriage between chaste, Catholic men and women is still best in the eyes of the Church. You’re still supposed to remain open to life while sexing up your hetero catholic hubby. If the Catholic Church reversed those decisions, I might drop dead of shock before I got the chance to blog about it.

But there is some shifting going on at the pastoral level, and that’s what I’ll be discussing.]

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Anastasia (1997) Lyric Meme
  • "Since the revolution, our lives have been so gray."
  • "Thank goodness for the rumors that get us through the day."
  • "Have you heard what they're saying on the street?"
  • "It's a rumor, a legend, a mystery!"
  • "It's a rumor that's part of our history."
  • "It could be worth a fortune if it belonged to her."
  • "You and I, friend, will go down in history."
  • "Who else could pull it off but you and me?"
  • ""I opened my eyes and the nightmare was me."
  • "When the royals betrayed me they made a mistake."
  • "In the dark of the night, evil will find her."
  • "Revenge will be sweet when the curse is complete."
  • "I can feel that my powers are slowly returning."
  • "In the dark of the night, terror comes true."
  • "Figures dancing gracefully across my memory."
  • "Things my heart use to know, things it yearns to remember."
  • "Heart, don't fail me now. Courage, don't desert me."
  • "People always say life is full of choices, no one ever mentions fear."
  • "Somewhere down this road, I know someone's waiting."
  • "Years of dreams just can't be wrong."
  • "Home, love, family. There was once a tine I must've had them too."
  • "I will never be complete until I find you."
  • "Let this road be mine, let it lead me to my past."
  • "You were born in a palace by the sea."
  • "Was I wild?"
  • "Imagine how it was, your long forgotten past."
  • "We've lots and lots to teach you and the time is going fast."
  • "Do not walk but try to float."
  • "If I can learn to do it, you can learn to do it."
  • "Paris holds the key to your heart."
  • "Paris holds the key to l'amour."
  • "No more pretend, you'll be gone that's the end."
  • "She's radiant and confident and born to take the chance."
  • "I taught her all. I planned it well. I just forgot romance."
  • "We were strangers starting out on a journey, never dreaming what we'd have to go through."
  • "I'm suddenly starting at the beginning with you."
  • "When I lost hope you were there to remind me."
  • "Life is a road and I want to keep going."
  • "I'll be there when the world stops turning."
  • "In the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you."
  • "Here we stand, unafraid of the future."

‘Call of Duty: Modern Warfare’ Series – sentence starters

  • “Just another day at the office.”
  • “I was starting to think that you were gonna leave me behind.”
  • “Nice! Your fruit killing skills are remarkable.”
  • “I like to keep this for close encounters.”
  • “Crap, I can’t move! Sorry, mate. You’re gonna have to carry me.”
  • “Sheeit, kid’s got some issues.”
  • “The word ‘stealth’ doesn’t mean anything to you, does it?”
  • “Man, you look like a clown in that outfit.”
  • “It’s now or never, take the shot!”
  • “Pooch doesn’t look too friendly.”
  • “You ever hear the old saying, “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”?”
  • “To know you’re close to the end is a kind of freedom.”
  • “His truth will be the truth. But only if he lives, and we die.”
  • “Dogs. I *hate* dogs.”
  • “This was a one-way flight, mate.”
  • “Have to trust someone to be betrayed. I never did.”
  • “Did [name] just tell us to go “F” ourselves?”
  • “You know what they say about revenge, you’d better be ready to dig two graves.”
  • “I guess I have to do everything myself?”
  • “Our weapons still work, which means we can still kick some ass!”
  • “Yeah, I’m cuttin’ through history class now!”
  • “I see you do *not* have situation under control!”
  • “There’s a simplicity to war. Attacking is the only secret.”
  • “Haven’t you heard, [name]? They say the war is over.”
  • “My war ends with you.”
  • “All it takes is the will, of a single man.”
  • “The road to the future begins here, my friend.”
  • “Your world as you knew it is gone. How far would you go to bring it back?”
  • “This is what your greed has brought you.”
  • “You will find the will of a single man can be broken.”
Reimei no Lyra ~ Okabe Rintaro
Rintaro Okabe (CV: Mamoru Miyano)

How much time have I lived through? How many worlds have I traveled through? More skies and stars have passed by than I can count. But, in the midst of that, you were always there. Your smile was there. “I’m okay.” The words you said that day, with a gentle smile. Even now, when a terribly long, long span of time has passed, those words have never disappeared. I knew it was a compassionate lie. A far too compassionate lie, so that I could move forward. But even so, at that time, I clung to that lie of yours. I relied on your compassion.

There were nights when I was overwhelmed with sorrow. There were winters when I suffered badly.  No matter how many seasons passed, no matter how much kindness I received, I had feelings of regret I couldn’t get rid of. Of course, I knew that you would never blame me. Even so, within the repeating time, my guilt never went away. But after journeying through a multitude of worlds, I’ve finally realized.

The ones who were always by my side on my journey through the darkness, where I didn’t know where I was or where I was going, were my dear friends, and you. My undying love for you. Because my friends were there for me, because she gave me a push, and because you were always within me, I’m now able to start moving again. Your living presence in me gives me courage. “What on earth are you doing?” That’s probably what you would say. I don’t blame you. I think the same thing. But my love for you was the only thing that never disappeared. All the tears, and even all the blood I’ve shed were never enough to wash away my feelings for you. That’s why I’m now able to aim for that door once again.

That door where past and future, miracles and fate intersect. In order to reach it, I might need to live through another mind-boggling span of time. I might have to travel through a great number of worlds. Even so, I won’t lose my way again. As I am now, no matter how long it takes, and no matter how many worlds I cross, I should be able to reach it. I should be able to start again. Because that’s the path I— we—chose. So I no longer need any compassionate lies. Wait for me, until that day when we meet again. Until that day when a new past and a new future will begin.

(Kurisu’s track here)

He woke up and automatically reached for her, but only found empty space. Yawning, he got out of bed and padded into the kitchen in her bunny slippers (he knew he shouldn’t have let her pack his bedroom stuff).
   It was their first Sunday morning in their new apartment. Sunlight streamed in through the polished windows, and she was sitting on one of the unpacked boxes, already sipping her coffee and flipping through one of her poetry books. His favorite mug was sitting on another box across from her, fresh coffee billowing steam, beckoning him.
 He smiled and took his silently indicated seat and brought the mug up to his lips and took a moment to inhale the aroma.
“Weirdo” she muttered without looking up, but he could see her small smile behind her book.
He laughed and leaned back on the box. It was one of his- he could tell because of the clear packaging tape neatly sealing the plain brown cardboard clearly labelled “Kitchen”.
Her boxes were from appliances, shoes, gifts, and various projects she had gotten herself into- boxes she had accumulated over the years and had never thrown out or recycled and were haphazardly taped with the ridiculous craft duck-tape she loved to collect- duck-tape of all the colors of the rainbow, colorful designs, smiley faces, flowers. He recalled fondly how, when they first loading boxes, he had looked at hers and held his head in his hands…“Um, Love, you- you didn’t label them?” Her eyes lit up as she proceeded to show him that the boxes with the yellow smiley face tape were “kitchen stuff”, the ones with the plain blue tape were “boring books”, the ones with the flamingos were “good books”, and the ones with the daisies…
Here her face scrunched up with concentration as she pointed to them “er…those are…um, miscellaneous?”
And he wanted to be annoyed, he wanted to give her the lecture on the importance and benefits of organization he had gave to nearly everyone he knew (the one she often exaggeratedly mimed from behind his back whenever he started) but all he could do was burst out in laughter as he saw her mildly horrified expression, and kissed her on the forehead.
She was a mess, but he was in love, and as he sipped his coffee that she had so lovingly set out for him, he looked at her, sporadically flipping through the book, closing it and opening it to a random poem, dog-earing the ones she liked. She was the antithesis to his previously rigid, neat, organized life and instead of messing him up, the sight of her made him feel ready to take on the world everyday, and as he watched her proceed to write in the margins of a page, it struck him how strange, how random, how hilarious and absolutely beautiful love was.
—  Duck-tape, an excerpt from a book I’ll (probably) never write #4


This is my favourite books out of those I read in 2014. I have organised them with my reviews which will explain why I like them so much and a quote which I feel sums up the book. 

10. Cinder (Review Here)     (Goodread’s Page) 

“Even in the Future the Story Begins with Once Upon a Time.”

9. Rise and Ruin (Review Here)    (Goodread’s Page) 

“I will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but mine.” 

8. Pawn (Review Here)       (Goodread’s Page) 

“Have you ever played chess, Kitty?”
I eyed her. What did a board game have to do with this? “Not really.”

7. Shattered                                               (Goodread’s Page) 

“You, my dear, are getting curiouser and curiouser. Like Alice down the rabbit hole, nothing is as it appears.”

6. Dreams of Gods and Monsters     (Review Here)      (Goodread’s Page) 

“Once upon a time,an angel and a devil pressed their hands to their hearts and started the apocalypse.” 

5. Isla and the Happily Ever After                  (Goodread’s Page) 

“I am hard on myself. But isn’t it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn’t it better to break it yourself?”

4. The Secret Diary of Lizzie Bennet (Review Here) (Goodread’s Page) 

“I’ll give him this: at least with Darcy you know for certain whether he likes you. Or in my case,  whether he does not”

3. The Amber Spyglass  (Review Here)        (Goodread’s Page) 

“I don’t want a memory, just a memory…"  

2. I am Malala  (Review Here)         (Goodread’s Page) 

“We realize the importance of our voices only when we are silenced” 

1. We Were Liars (Review Here)      (Goodread’s Page) 

“The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.”


Top voted by you guys 

I asked you guys to tell me you favourite books of the past year and the most commonly mentioned was..

City of Heavenly Fire!