this is why you read the terms and conditions

Just threw this together in recent events.

I appreciate that some people wish to express their love for other’s art by sharing it, just don’t go about it the wrong way.

Reblog, don’t repost.

Artists have the right to the work they create and where it is shown. If you respect their efforts then you’d share it properly.

Giving credit is lovely and all but it doesn’t justify the repost, unless the artist explicitly gives you permission.

If your desire to put their art in your own account is greater than the artist’s wishes…c’mon, let’s be honest: You don’t actually care that much. Especially if you need to emphasize your account is famous, which just indicates that your collection is more important than the art you supposedly respect and adore.

Don’t get me wrong, losing your account isn’t nice, but if you’re posting large amounts of artist’s content without their permission, then it’s carelessness on your part. The pain you feel for losing your account is the same pain an artist feels when they see their art taken.

Might be a good idea to read up on Instagram’s Terms & Conditions too, it isn’t pretty that’s for sure. They are entitled to do whatever they wish with your account, and if you’re receiving multiple copyright take-downs from different artists, that’s why Instagram see it fit to ban you. So be careful.

Thanks for reading chaps.

Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett has always been a favorite of mine. I read it for the first time in 2008, and for the second in 2013 when I was preparing to give it out for World Book Night. 

Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett are two of the best fantasy writers of our time, and this novel is written by both of them, together, swapping notes. Here’s a basic outline of the plot: the end of the world. Here’s a bigger outline: Aziraphale and Crowley, angel and demon, aren’t as excited about the appearance of the Antichrist as their superiors are. They’ve gotten rather used to the human world. The Antichrist also appears to be a quite normal, though quite imaginative, boy, and under his direction, the world begins to end—Atlantis rises and aliens circle to spread their message of harmony. And through it all, Anathema Device is following along with the story thanks to the prophecies of her ancestor, Agnes Nutter, the only prophet who got everything right—which is precisely why her books never sold very well.

The book is funny, twisting, and magical. There are one or two jokes that always put me off, but they are a total of four lines in a book of many. Here are some of my favorite lines from this read:

“Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn’t see why anyone else should.”

“A screaming, glowing ribbon of pain and dark light*
*Not actually an oxymoron. It’s the color past ultra-violet. The technical term for it is infra-black. It can be seen quite easily under experimental conditions. To perform the experiment simply select a healthy brick wall with a good runup, and, lowering your head, charge.
The color that flashes in bursts behind your eyes, behind the pain, just before you die, is infra-black.”

“This is how Newton Pulsifer looked as a man: if he went into a phone booth and changed, he might manage to come out looking like Clark Kent.”

“Jaime had never realized that trees made a sound when they grew, and no one else had realized it either, because the sound is made over hundreds of years in waves twenty-four hours from peak to peak.
Speed it up, and the sound a tree makes is

“Crowley said nothing. Plan A had worked. Plan B had failed. Everything depended on Plan C, and there was one drawback to this: he had only ever planned as far as B.”

“Watch out for that pedestrian!“
"It’s on the street, it knows the risks it’s taking!”

My favorite moments include the alien scene—I was laughing the whole time—the descriptions of the constant clandestine secret agents meeting up in St. James’ Park to feed the ducks, the idea that humans do a better job than demons because we have more imagination, and the poking fun at the histories and literature of witch hunting, which I understood better this time around after having taken a class on exactly that (I also understood more biblical references after my three further years of religious studies). Gaiman blends overtones of Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine into a riot of a recreation story that jumps from hilarity to hilarity, all while highlighting, first and foremost, the imagination of a young boy with his friends and the friendship (fans—including me—argue romance) between a demon and an (asexual) angel who have been by each other’s side on the human world since the beginning. 

anonymous asked:

How can I copyright my art if I haven't made it yet? I suppose I'm asking how can I copyright each individual piece? I'd also like to know how I can copyright my comic, even though I haven't drawn or written it yet. I just have basic ideas for it and some character designs. I want to post all my art on tumblr and other sites but I'm afraid of my designs and stories getting stolen. That's why I'm asking if you know how I could copyright my stuff first.

So, I myself was not 100% sure of the process, but I found a pretty good site that gives some pretty sound advice.

But hey, I understand you came here, and just getting linked to another site isn’t what people always want, so I’ll sum it up a bit and then some:

1. Start by reading the Terms & Conditions on every digital site you post on. You don’t have to read ALL of it, but just the parts concerning what rights and level of copyright protection you do have.

2. This is the site for the Copyright Office in the U.S., and from here you will start your journey. Once there (if you wanna browse, or if you wanna be lazy), go to the Registration Page to figure out the specifications of your copyright and pay the fee. (Yes, we have to pay for copyrights, a real bummer.) Also, use the eCO tutorial, do it. It’ll help you and save you time in the long run, especially if you’ll be doing this more than once. ((WikiHow is pretty intircate in this step and the next.))

3. Wait, because these guys gotta check out your paperwork before sending you an official certificate of registration (which counts as documented evidence and proof of your copyright) and also add you to the list of copyright owners in a public registrar.

4. Put everything, somewhere, digitally. I’m not saying post everything, but have a file of your works, and then a back-up file of that, and then if you wanna go the extra leg, a back-up of the back-up. Or, as some call it, create a digital library.

5. Have you created a watermark? If not, make one. Watermarked pieces are a lot less likely to be stolen.

6. The site I linked you to will recommend converting things to flash, if you can do this, GO FOR IT, the more hassle someone has to go through to get your art will deter them more and more.

7. POST LOW RESOLUTION FILES, don’t post the best quality you got because with it, it makes the other look more legit (and with that, reverse image search your art on Google to make sure it’s not being posted else where).

There’s a lot of other stuff you can do to help yourselves out with not only art theft, but the copyright process in general. Be prepared to talk on the phone and to pay the fee as well. I haven’t done this, but if anyone else has, don’t fee afraid to comment on this post and I’ll reblog with the added on information.

anonymous asked:

ew you're a vegan. all of you are hateful and think you guys are so damn good. you're so stupid for thinking eating meat is bad. meat is the best. you guys push your opinions on people and try to make us feel bad. unfollowed.


The hostility between vegans and non-vegans has always been rather puzzling to me. I’ve been a vegan for a good number of years now, and all I’ve really seen in regards to ‘hate’ would be some non-vegans saying that vegans are cruel to them, judge them, or ridicule them.

While I’m positive there have been vegans who are cruel and judgemental, I think it is incredibly unfair to make all vegans the enemy because of those select few.

As a society, aren’t we pushing the idea that radical extremists only make up for a very small, very incorrect percentage of a whole group?

Any vegans you may come in contact with who push their beliefs down your throat should be treated in the same way you would treat a radical feminist.

I do not categorize all meat-eaters as reluctant, and often cold and close-minded, even though I have met many who fit that description.

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anonymous asked:

Hello ❤️ have you read any new Marcel fic recently that you would rec? I've just found out that I passed my exams with top grades and I'm in the mood to treat myself😌

Well first of all, congratulations, anon!!! good for you! :))

And second of all, sorry. I wish I had read some new Marcel fics lately, but I have not. 

I don’t think there’s really been that much Marcel published as of late, so I am going to take this opportunity to selfishly promote my own short lil marcel fic:

It’s A Rare Condition by gloria_andrews - 6.8k 

and of course, Lexy’s Marcel masterpiece, even though you’ve hopefully already read it:

But Why Wonder, Why Wonder? by 100percentsassy - 30k

otherwise, in terms of general larry fic here is some stuff that I enjoyed recently:

Christmas Without You by Objectlesson - 5.6k

It’s Christmas Eve and Harry misses Louis so badly he might be going little crazy.

okay seriously, i cannot get ENOUGH of everything objectlesson writes.  The strength of feeling almost always makes me literally gasp at least once per fic.  I just subscribed, because I should have done that like forever ago, and I saw they wrote another fic recently called Saved Tonight (30k) that I haven’t read yet, but i’m preemptively reccing, anyway.  

Yet In Thy Dark Street Shineth by juliusschimdt - 58k

Louis’ life has become the very thing he’s always dreaded: routine. His job is steady, his bills are paid, his friends are preoccupied, his siblings are mostly old enough not to need him, and his mom keeps pestering him about attending church. Apparently, the new minister pulls rainbows and unicorns out of his robes.

Advent arrives three months into Harry’s first call as associate pastor at St. Andrews. Life is… not perfect. He’s still figuring out how do his job and the holidays bring a whole bundle of extra stress. On top of which, he has no friends or family nearby with whom he can decompress. Louis Tomlinson shows up to worship in the nick of time.

This was written as an advent fic and it just made my whole December so nice.  Harry and Louis are so lovely in it and it’s genuinely funny, too.  Read it!! you won’t regret it!! (PS @juliusschmidt has been posting little fics in the Last Best Option Universe lately and they are great and also make my heart ache!)

Black With Autumn Rain by whimsicule - 93k

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”

Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”

Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”

“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

What a great fic!!!! like seriously.  just reading the title takes me to a certain place in my mind! the descriptions are so good and the feelings are really intense and i don’t know what more you could ask for!! 

Chestnuts Roasting… And All That by Elsi_bee - 47K  

Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along.

This one is locked on ao3, so you do need a profile to read it, but it’s sooooo good!! i loved it!! Perfect, holiday fake boyfriends AU.  I’ve already reread the angst/resolution part like 3x.  :)))

Okay, that’s it for now!! 

Rental Boyfriend

Summary: Stiles is an awkward virgin who’s never even been on a first date, so he ends up hiring a rental boyfriend to help him get some experience. (On AO3)

Notes: Based on this awesome post by @thealphaownsme.

(@derek-and-little-red and @endgame-sterek, I think you were also interested in this?)

“Scott, buddy, I’m having a personal crisis here,” Stiles says irritably.

“It’s summer, there’s no class,” Scott says distractedly, pawing through a box of video games. “What could you possibly be having a crisis about?”

“Well, I’m nineteen, soon to be starting my sophomore year of college, and I’m still a virgin,” Stiles says anxiously. “I’ve never even been in a real relationship. I thought college was supposed to be the time to experiment and have casual sex. I should have banged half the state of California by now!”

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anonymous asked:

i'm an exhausted larry. i should probably not take this step towards what will inevitably be my doom. but do you believe that zayn and liam are currently in a relationship (or have ever been) and if so, would you please direct me towards some trustworthy sources?

Ohmygiddygod’s trousers, R.I.P. ::clutches you to my bosom:: Today is Ziam Day in this trash heap, so I shall cradle you gently and lead you boobs first to your inevitable ruination, so we can be ruined together!

 I do, in fact, believe Zayn and Liam are currently in a relationship and have been since 2012. 

There’s a fuckton of evidence and proof about Ziam ( to the point where I want to eat my own head trying to think of where to begin), BUT i will do this as a public service and try my very best (this is long af, I am suh sorry).  I invite you to be your own Hoevestigator and take to the Google & Tumblrwebs, but I’ll try to lay down some key facts fer you.

Since today is Ziam Day in this landfill, the first place I would recommend you start is to watch ILikeYourSkirtMary’s The Story of Ziam videos. Someone give ILikeYourSkirtMary a Pulitzer for investigative journalism, because they are the most comprehensive in terms of timeline, proof, and analysis:

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6C I Part 6D

Putting the rest of this under the cut, because we have tattoos, accessories, and other assorted emotional kicks in the boob to go over.

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LJS for Ceci (June ‘16) - Part 4

Translation note: I <3 this interview, I <3 Ceci. This part is the best, surprising names appearing everywhere.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

* * * * *

Ceci: Do you still have a dream to own a cafe like before? What kind of cafe would you own?

JS: A cafe with no customers. A cafe with only me as a customer. A cafe with no customers, where I can chat with my friends like now.

Ceci: That reminds me of ‘My Lips Are Like Warm Coffee’. (T/N: Eddy Kim’s song, recently remade into a duet with Lee Sungkyung)

JS: I drink at least three cups of coffee a day.

Ceci: You used to be unable to drink alcohol, right? But you had the experience of drinking a lot at once.

JS: There was a time when I thought I became more accustomed to drinking but it turns out that alcohol is just not for me. I only drink some champagne when I am with people I’m close with.

Ceci: Like Lee Sungkyung who suddenly visited today, you seem to be closer with female friends, like Hyoyeon and Kang Sora.

JS: Conversations with female friends seem to be deeper and more realistic. Like if you asked a guy ‘how was that movie’, he would reply, ‘it was fun’ or ‘it was cool’ and that’s the end of that. But a woman would start talking about ‘why that scene was acted that way?’ or ‘I particularly like that line’ so the conversation can continue.

Ceci: How did you become friends with Lee Sungkyung?

JS: From model era, we’ve been friends for around 10 years now. We weren’t close back then because Sungkyung is a good girl who goes home once the sun sets. I remember thinking that she was a person with a beautiful soul. When she started working as an actor, we became closer.

Ceci: There are a lot of dramas airing in the latter part of the year. Would like to make a declaration of ambition?

JS: It’s great that there’s going to be more good dramas to watch. Actually, before I decided on a project, (Kim) Woobin had asked me to do a cameo for his drama. I was going to do it but then had to tell him, “I’m sorry but our dramas are going against each other”. Casting is really one of the main points to attract people to watch the first episode, so as a drama fanatic, the combo of ‘Kim Woobin and Suzy’ is a must-watch. I always watch the dramas acted by actors our age, since I want to catch all those scenes that are especially pretty because we are at this age.

Ceci: It would be lovely if ‘Lee Jongsuk and Kim Woobin’ can become another ‘Jung Woosung and Lee Jungjae’ and continue for a long time.

JS: Woobin is the only same-age friend who has come with me from the model era so we became close, then we acted in ‘School 2013′ together. Among male actors, he’s the only one I keep in contact with. When returning to Korea, we announce our arrival to each other first. Whenever there’s news, we contact each other first. I think that this can be called good fortune.

Ceci: You also said that you like Lee Minho-sunbae just now, right?

JS: I didn’t used to have contact with Lee Minho-sunbae but when I was frustrated about choosing a new agency, he gave me a call. He also went through the same process so he understands that feeling of being emotionally exhausted no matter how you choose. He said, “If you need any advice, we can meet up.” I am really appreciative and thankful for his sincerity.

Ceci: You decided yesterday that you would sign with YG Entertainment. May I ask why?

JS: I had no idea how so many people got my private phone number, but many of them called and gave me various advice. When I returned to Korea, I was thinking about a place which could afford me a stable environment to focus on reading scripts. 

At that time, CEO Yang Hyun Suk gave me a call and directly asked, “What can I help you with?” So I said, “Allow me to only focus on acting.” Although a lot of people offered various terms and conditions, he was the only one to ask what he could do for me.

Ceci: When deciding your agency, was your role model Kang Dongwon a deciding factor?

JS: The fact that sunbae had chosen this company also gave me a sense of security, I guess. I always read the interviews of Cha Seungwon-sunbaenim and Kang Dongwon-sunbaenim. For me, the words of these people who had walked this path before me serves as good guides for my life.

Ceci: Do you read your own interviews?

JS: I read every single one. I may have low self-esteem but I also have a lot of love for myself. (laughs)

Ceci: One last message for the fans?

JS: I think this is first time I’ve made everyone wait this long. Since you’ve waited so long, I’ll try my best to make it worthwhile with quality acting. (ending the interview in a Macho Guy way)

some behaviours you might want to have in mind when writing pre-serum steve rogers

clearly sonickitty started something as this happened just now. oops. this is why i should not be encouraged when it comes to disability meta. 

listening to this song whilst reading this is optional but highly recommended

based on: my own experiences with a chronic illness/long term health condition that isn’t directly one of steve’s (i have cfs/me) but has similar symptoms to some of his 

for reference, steve’s conditions as they appear in tfa: 

i’m going to focus on the easy fatiguability as this is the one i have the most personal experience with. 

if steve rogers has easy fatiguability, that’s going to affect his mobility. if he gets tired easily, he’s going to know every single shortcut. he’s going to know the shortest route to everywhere so he doesn’t tire himself out too much. he’s not even going to necessarily register he does this. and he will take the shortcuts, even if they’re through dodgy areas, because he doesn’t have any other option. 

he is going to avoid taking stairs if he can. he’ll probably sit on the stairwell in between flights of stairs to catch his breath again, but only if he’s on his own. similarly, he’s going to struggle with standing for long periods of time. bread lines are going to be even less fun then they already would be. depending on how you think the bathroom facilities wherever he’s staying are will affect his behaviours - he’ll probably wash, shave, etc sitting down. same with cooking. 

if all of these are accepted in your fanon, you should probably consider the fact that your pre-serum steve rogers would benefit from walking with a cane, at least some of the time, at least when it gets really bad. he already has a bad back from the scoliosis (which i don’t have so can’t elaborate too much on) and the fatigue will cause his shoulders to lock up too - you hold yourself differently when you’re tired and that translates to stiffness and soreness in the long-term. however, it’s unlikely he can afford a cane. it’s unlikely as well he would use the cane. he’d probably be too proud. instead, it’s likely he’ll compensate by leaning against walls when he can and shifting his weight from one foot to the other a lot. he will have muscle and joint pain, and this will be aggravated by carrying heavy things or even just grocery bags. 

that’s also probably why he isn’t a great dancer. he’ll find it too tiring. it will aggravate any back or joint pain his conditions cause him. also, people with fatigue problems suffer from dizziness and poor co-ordination - his clumsiness will be things like misjudging distance. not in his art, but in his day-to-day interactions with people and objects and the world around him. he’ll walk into doorframes a lot. knock things over when he’s reaching for them. drop things. add another human in close physical proximity? that could go horribly wrong, unless he’s slow-dancing, and even then due to nervousness. steve is a fainting risk day-to-day. large and noisy crowds will tire him out and probably make him ill for a few days after. there is a payback factor with fatigue disorders: you pay for everything you do later, health-wise. 

fatigue disorders often have cognitive effects. if you continue on this thread, he’ll forget names (even people he’s known all his life e.g. bucky), words (even basic ones) and where he put things (even if it was only a second ago) with almost-constant regularity. this will make him an unreliable factory worker because he would literally forget how to operate the machines occasionally due to  the fatigue - this is called brain fog and can descend with no warning and in the absence of triggers, although triggers can exacerbate it. 

finally, someone (i can’t remember who) commented on how, in the pre-serum scenes, steve has a quality of stillness around him. i argue that this will be caused by his health conditions; people with fatigue disorders or pain as a symptom of their health conditions often develop this stillness as a way not to aggravate their bodies and prevent further pain or exhaustion. 

and this won’t be just occasionally. it will fluctuate hour to hour and day to day, but this will all be a constant. 

just some things i think it’s worth considering. 

Love isn’t like what they say it is in books. It’s not a fiery, destructive thing. Quite the opposite, actually.

Love shouldn’t be so dangerous, so harmful. It should be soft as a bird’s down, gentle as a mother’s touch, and loyal as a dog. You can’t pick and choose the most explosive, poetic parts of love because that isn’t what it is.

There’s no check-all-that-apply-boxes. No skipping through the terms and conditions. You’re either all for one or all alone.

And that, my dear, is why it is called fiction.

—  don’t believe everything you read//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #36
under pressure precious things can break [reupload]

[reuploaded because i deleted my account on accident :/]

on Ao3

7. fake dating au

“Date me.”

Percy looked up from where he was doodling on her floor in surprise, his favorite pen hanging out of his mouth and a hand tangled in his hair. “Wha?”

“I said,” Annabeth said sharply, “date me.”

He slowly pulled the pen from his mouth. “Why?”

She huffed and crossed her arms. “Because I need a boyfriend.”

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It’s Not So Easy, Loving Me

Dean and Cas have a long history, and that can make it hard between them. But that could all change in the space of one night, or one conversation, or one simple confession.

(read it here on AO3)

It gets complicated sometimes.

Cas has known Dean through the thicks, and the thins, and the barely-there, living-on-a-prayer moments of desperation. And it gets complicated, sometimes. Who hurt who? What hurt more? How could he, why didn’t he, what if, what if, what if?

When Cas speaks with Dean, these days, he holds a thousand broken strands of unfinished conversations wrapped around his clenched fists, his straining arms, his lined and aching torso. He can’t forget them. It is not in his nature to forget such things as these.

He wishes it were. He thinks about how much easier it would all be if he could simply snip through all their threads, release himself and Dean, let them both move as freely around each other as they used to, before they got all tangled in each other’s mayhem.

Dean knows about the threads. He knows exactly where to tug to make Cas’ limbs jerk, to pull him forwards, to break his fingers, to tear him in half.

But not tonight.

Tonight is different. Tonight they are watching television and Dean’s got his legs curled up, arm around the back of the sofa as though trying to hug it closer. Every now and then, when he finds something funny, Dean looks at Cas with a laugh, to make sure he gets it. It’s natural, unforced, not premeditated. Time pours them from moment to moment softly, cupping them, keeping them from falling back into the past. Shielding their eyes from the future.

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Black Sun

Don’t ask me to elaborate on
       Bultmann‘s demythologization
of the New Testament into its
       ontological message, ‘kerygma‘,
and how it was influenced by
       Heidegger‘s ‘Being and Time‘

I’m tired from being this timely
       being, tired from always reciting
this: ‘We shall not be comforted,
       and therefore we must not weep’

which I thought to be an inexact
       quote from Arendt’s ‘Vita Activa’,
I read it in an airport years ago,
       but now I have profound doubts,
I even reread the book, and hm.
       The quote is missing altogether

missing like my senses when I
       tell you that I came here without
intention, neither good nor bad,
       and how I want to go now. Just

leave without ever knowing why
       my immense desire to touch you
remains an unexcavated catacomb,
       one second before imploding. Just

leave without understanding how
       Frankl, upon his return from hell,
was able at all to use the term
       meaning, when expounding his
thoughts on what Arendt would
       call ’the human condition’. I mean

just do it. Unbutton my jeans and
       make me crescend into layer upon
lusty layer of imaginary lavender
       leaves descending; like in a cut-out
scene from ‘The Big Lebowski’;
       descending all the way through
this past century of evil and well-
       functioning nonsense: Swallowed

at last by the deep and ruthless
       throat of history, the exact same
way as your bottomless mouth
       devours my blood-filled and solid
inanity. Behold. Behold these
       seeds of accidental life, bleeding

dripping indifferently onto the
       frozen soil, giving birth to ghosts
and golems. Unholy. Unholy like
       the rest of the things that I crave

but don’t crave to love. Don’t ask
       me to elaborate on how I interpret
your body as the ‘Black Sun‘ of
       melancholy; disclosed by Kristeva,
worshipped in darkness by me.

Memories 4/6

Summary: The heavy price of Lyrium finally caught up with Cullen as his life since Kirkwall has been reduced to a haze. Unable to remember his wife or child, he finds himself dumbstruck in the presence of the beautiful Elysse Trevelyan. Struggling to come to terms with her husband’s condition, will Elysse make their relationship work as it is, or will she sever ties with the Commander for good?

AO3 Link | Read from the start

Elysse gripped Cullen’s shoulders, her eyes widening as she studied the confusion in his face. “What?

“Why do I know you?” he asked again. His hand traced down her spine. “You have a scar right here,” he murmured, fingers slipping under her shirt to the roughened skin nearly three inches in length. “How do I know that?”

Elysse shivered at the light scratch of his calloused fingers. She wanted to feel his hands on her again, to be touched and caressed and claimed by him. But her legs begged her to run, to escape the tangle of emotions building in her chest, to curl up and weep until she was numb. “I…”

His hands continued to travel along her back, making her shiver in a way she hadn’t expected. It had been months since he’d held her this way, months since he’d remembered himself long enough to want her again. She hadn’t realized how much she needed his touch until this moment.

“I can’t—” Her words faltered as her stared at her, his gold eyes reflecting the dying light of the candle. The physicians had warned her against telling him the truth. Too much of a shock, they said. But if he was already remembering… 

“You know me because you love me.” Her words wavered and her heart clenched when his expression grew distant.

Love you?”

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diabetes isn’t a contract you sign after reading and agreeing to its terms and don’t get to say “oh I could never do that” and then get out of it…you don’t know beforehand that it’s going to be just as hard as it is…but you do things you couldn’t ever imagine having to do just bc it keeps you alive…why would anyone choose this????????stop making it sound like it was optional for us cos it wasn’t and it isn’t something to brush off so easily

anonymous asked:

Do you know when lexa got her back tattoo. If she got it before the ark landed, then doesn't that mean she's working with alie?

My theory, IN THIS TAG, is that it is a prophecy has been foretold about ALIE’s agenda. This has been tattooed on Lexa’s back for many many years. It was probably tattooed on her ever since she became Commander. It is Lexa’s duty as a Commander to prevent this prophecy from coming to light. However, there is a ‘vagueness’ to the prophecy. It might say that the Skaikru will either be the catalyst to kill ALIE or the people that bring upon her reign. This could be the ‘agenda’ and ‘goal’ that Lexa and Titus were talking about. It is Lexa’s duty to decide whether they are ‘good’ or ‘bad’. So, after they kill her peacemaking army she might have decided that this was a sign they are ‘evil’, and decided to end them. 

But then there is Clarke. “She’s special” there’s something about Clarke that might be the thing to help Lexa destroy ALIE. “You’re special, Heda” – Clarke is special like Lexa who is a Commander that is the safeguard against ALIE (but she isn’t a nightblood). Clarke comes to Lexa with an offer for peace and Lexa takes this as maybe another sign. “We are so close to our goal.” …. “Indra, our people act as if war is easier than peace. If that’s so, should we not try and achieve the more difficult goal?” So, she decides to spare the Arkers and see if they might still end up being the people to help destroy ALIE. ALSOOOOOOO!!! can i just point out Pike’s line: “Every action I’ve taken since and every action I will take will be to achieve one sacred goal. The creation of a self-sustaining, prosperous, and safe Arkadia.Then we cut to Lexa’s sentry finding the ALIE chip:

I believe that sacred symbol is not really sacred to the grounders (meaning that they don’t worship ALIE), but is made to be so that people will bring thing related to ALIE to Polis. This moment of Pike saying ‘sacred goal’ is foreshadowing ALIE’s goal and her ‘promise’ to help with this goal to create a “self-sustaining, prosperous, and safe Arkadia”. In addition, the word ‘Arcadia’ also means ‘utopia’…ALIE is promising the Arkers a Utopia by entering the City of Light. But, this is A LIE. It isn’t a utopia…but a prison….people aren’t reading the ‘Terms and Conditions’ (title of episode 8) that go along with taking the chip. They are blindly hitting the ‘I accept’ button when they take the chip. In episode 7, I think we will find out ALIE’s real agenda through flashbacks. 

Getting back to the tattoo, I think that it is illustrating on her back about how ALIE is waiting for the Skaikru to comedown to complete her agenda. If you read my first ever ALIE theory I dive into why the Arkers are her ‘chosen people’, and how they have been on this ‘Ark’ while the earth was flooded my radiation. ALIE was the ‘god’ that flooded the earth to get rid of the evils of humanity. Also, just a quick reminder that the Arkers have also been genetically modified, so that might play a role in her agenda as well. 

Do Not Read

warning: this one fucks with your mind

Before we begin I just want you to know that I am sorry.

I know that is a very strange way to start of a story, but I feel that it is important that I get that out of the way. I am a good man you see. Well, I was a good man.

Without boasting but putting aside any false modesty I was probably an above average man in life. I was a good husband. I never cheated on my wife and always made sure she felt loved. I was good father too. I loved my kids, even when they were being teenagers and causing all of the dramas that only parents can understand. I was an all round good guy. I went to church occasionally, regularly gave money to charity and spent every second Christmas volunteering at the shelter handing out meals to those less lucky than myself.

And for what? One second I am crossing the road thinking about how I need to remember to pay the gas bill by next Wednesday, then screeching tires and an empty nothingness.

I have no idea how long the nothing was, it may have been seconds or years. That doesn’t matter anymore anyway and I would give the world to return to nothing.

When I awoke I felt feelings that I never knew could exist. White hot pain, like my flesh being torn from my bones, healed and then peeled off again. A pain so intense that at first it blinded me and all I could see were twisted shapes moving in the darkness. But I could smell. The smell was so thick I could taste it with on tongue. Burning hair, rotten fish and fresh blood.

When I could finally open I eyes I saw things that no word in any earthly language can describe. Things that made me wish to pierce by eyes so that they would not have to be seen again. Indeed, I would have torn my eyes from their sockets with my own hands if my arms were not bound by chains so heavy I could not lift them from my sides.

I was in hell. And it was much, much worse than the advertising. I was a good man.

So how did I end up here?

Because the game is rigged.

The devil is a smart beast you see. He has always been looking for ways to ensure his harvest is always plentiful. Sure he manages to get plenty of fresh meat for him and his minions without even trying, as sin and evil has long been the easier path for humanity. The righteous and good though, they have an extra flavour to them that is ever so much more appealing. It has been described to me by a demon as tasting like the sweetest fruit imaginable but so much juicier.

Getting a righteous man to hell is not as easy as it sounds, as God basically has dibs on them. The only way to really get them down here is to have them agree to come. Why would anyone agree to go to hell? You ask. A number of reasons, the most common of which is the redemption of another. If a man knows his wife is condemned, he may choose to sacrifice himself in her place.

Fame is another primary motivator. Everyone has heard of Mr Robert Johnson and the pact he made at the crossroads. I have spoken to Robert and I can assure you the trick the Devil pulled by delivering most of his fame after his demise has not been suffered in good humor.

The thing is though, there are two universal conditions with these deals. The first is the one that makes a lot of people, especially those hungry for fame jump when the opportunity is presented. Your damnation lasts only 1000 years, after which you are released and judged appropriately. For some a lifetime of fame is worth 1000 years of suffering (though I wager, if they could have a look at the sights and sounds here they would twice thing about it).

What many fail to see though is that their fame more often than not causes them to act in ways that will likely ensure their eternal damnation once judgement is complete. The irony in this is something demons find especially amusing.

The second condition is there must be an agreement or contact, sealed by a specific act. An example would be the pouring of ones blood on the ground, or plucking ones hair and setting it on fire, the reading of a cursed tome or ticking a box on a form.

No, I am not famous. I doubt even my neighbors would know that I existed except for the time I accidentally backed over their child’s bike that was left in my driveway. And no I am not here to save a loved one from eternal damnation. I am here for another 999.5 years through what is really no fault of my own. Soon, you will be too.

While people seeking redemption and fame have been a steady source of meat for Satan for a long time, the Prince of Darkness is always after more. For centuries he has tried various tricks and scams to get more people to his accommodations, with varying degrees of success, but he has hit the absolute jackpot in the last quarter century.

When was the last time you logged onto a social networking website, installed a new piece of software or even just read your email? I am guessing it was fairly recently. And do you know the one thing that all these modern conveniences have in common?

Terms and Conditions.

Every year you tick the box dozens, if not hundreds of times agreeing to the terms and conditions, but how many of them have you read? If you were like me, probably none.

I do not know which one it was that got me, but that is how I ended up here as a demons pin cushion/sex slave. I ticked a box agreeing to 1000 years of damnation without even knowing I was doing it. And as is the case in most legal systems, ignorance is not a defense.

And that that brings me back to why I am so very sorry.

On the off chance you were one of the lucky ones who had so far escaped the curse of the Terms and Conditions that is no longer true.

I only hope you can forgive me, and understand I was compelled to write these words in return for leniency in my sentence. For every one of you who has read this I am getting a 50 year reduction.

I am truly sorry.