I think I just had an out-of-body experience.

are we just gonna ignore that there are 8 seasons of minecraft high school

Riverdale

Please pray for us here in Greece.

Three different places near Athens were destroyed by massive forest fires.

• 180+ people are severely injured and burnt.

• 50 people and counting were found dead on the streets, in their cars or houses, including families that were found hugging each other.

• 100+ are missing.

This is a national tragedy. So many were lost because of ARROGANT PEOPLE.

Spreading awareness. There’s no need for such things to happen, so many lives were destroyed for no reason.

ATTENTION ANYONE WHO GOT CAUGHT IN THE FIRES OUTSIDE ATHENS (GREECE): CALL 2296081841 FOR HELP

they can help with food, water and a place to sleep tonight

tumblr mirrors on ‘photosugar’

So idk if others have noticed this before - but it’s the first time I’m seeing this, hence the post.

There’s a website, https://www.photosugar.com, which apparently mirrors all pictures, gifsets etc. people post on their tumblrs (and also other social media sites like twitter and instagram, if I understand it correctly). An eample for a tumblr user, with my name: https://www.photosugar.com/tu/lordhellebore

Now it won‘t turn up anything but a 404 error in my case, because I sent an e-mail to the contact address, which is darius@photosugar.com with the title “My content on your website”:

I got a reply consisting of the single word “removed” after just one day, and as you can see, it worked perfectly fine with the informal mail I sent. So if you want them to stop mirroring your tumblr, it seems all you really need to to is this.  

I can’t test the site for all of my mutuals, but I’m tagging a few whom I found on there by random trial & error, and I suggest you look yourself up if you see this post and dislike tumblr mirrors (even if this one is only for pictures, not text).

@janiedean, @ladytp, @vaysh11, @lunavagantt, @einemelodieimwind, @robb-greyjoy, @youbuggingme, @ysilme, @rex-luscus, @bai-xue, @viendiletto, @electricalice, @contessa-de-leusse, @memetic-mutism, @bluecichlid, @mrs-storm-andrews, @ladymothwing, @prismatic-bell, @kittykatknits, @tinkili

….basically, whomever I’m trying at random, it seems that you’re on there.

 Please reblog so others can know and ask for removal if they want to.

So I looked into this, and sure enough.  Every graphic I’ve posted or reblogged on Tumblr (on both my blogs) is mirrored on Photosugar.  It seems gross and disingenuous to mirror without consent, not to mention problematic from a copyright perspective.

Hey all - while your writing may not show up on photosugar, any pictures or graphics you post or reblog, will.  And they will show up without the textual context that accompanies them on Tumblr.  In case that matters to you.

UPDATE - You can now have your content removed by going to: https://www.photosugar.com/remove

So no need to e-mail anyone.

I just had my blogs removed from this site. It’s incredibly sketchy that someone is doing such a thing without consent, so I highly encourage you to take a second to remove your blogs.

Y’all may want to check this out. I went there and searched up my tumblr url, and there were tons of my pic posts and reblogs on there, I would suggest checking it and removing yourself from their website! I was able to just by putting my username in the empty box when you got to the remove link

@k-9coyote @pikadoesart @sampika @fluffymakesart @disfiguredaliens @jtowndraws @seviyummy @one-ace-man  @maxrepelsketchbook @customerservicewolf @realisticpokemon @narwhalsarefalling @googly-pkm @fantastic-pokemon-art @we-serve-spirits @kaleidraws @space-tanuki @strawberrypanda1 @xzocka @galacticsparrow @zimbeciles @krossan @promsien @danfentonart @sarahseeandersen @sheerdisneymagic @dannydiddilydoo @kikaiz @beccadrawsstuff @belzebubsofficial @gammija @phantomtype @halfusek 

yours are on this site

Alone {Spencer Reid x Reader}

Plot: “I was alone with you.”

Yo im sorry for this crappy angst I wrote in literally an hour.

—

Wine slipped past your lips as you took another drink, craving the soothing it would bring your nerves.

“I’ll be home in an hour,” he said at six. It was ten now, and no word from the genius you called your boyfriend. It used to worry you. You used to cry and cry, anxiously awaiting the turn of the doorknob.

You used to run to him, practically jumping on him as he walked through the threshold. His lips used to calm you into submission; you were his outlet.

But that was months ago. Now, you left a plate of food on the table with a note as you went to bed. You hugged yourself, still unused to sleeping alone without his strong arms.

Alcohol comforted you as you gave up waiting, gave up hoping. You didn’t hurt anymore. You were numb to his frequent absence, and perhaps he was numb too.

You raised your glass to your lips again, taking another swig. The doorknob turned, and the wood began to creak open. You didn’t so much as flinch. Your eyes remained glued to the black TV screen, ignoring the thud of his bag hitting the floor.

“You’re late,” you said simply. The words were bitter and filled with reprimand, but your tone was dry and unbothered.

“Y/N, I’m so so sorry,” he said sadly, coming to sit beside you on the couch. “I didn’t know there was so much paperwork. And JJ needed my help with hers as well.” You stayed unmoving, even as his hand was sliding up your arm.

It was all routine, nothing new, nothing impressive. Shit, the beginning of your relationship had been in the stars. He had won you over, and you loved his dedication.

You loved everything about him. His job was his life, and you understood that. But maybe you thought you would become more important than the BAU, that he could start a new life with you.

You regretted getting your hopes up that he would devote himself to you entirely. He was practically cheating on you with his job. It was hard being with someone but still feeling alone.

You sighed and shook your head, standing to put your now empty glass in the sink. You didn’t remember finishing it..

Spencer came to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection. Your stomach felt heavy, if anything. Nothing fluttered, no sparks flew; his touch was another part of the “perfect couple” regime.

Your hands shook as you cleaned the glass and set it on the drying rack. His lips hovered next to your ear, whispering apologies and the same promises he always made when he messed up.

They laid there, in your heart of hearts, unfulfilled. They were empty.

You stepped away and stood a few feet away from his tense body. There was a wall between you, and you felt a sledgehammer materialize in your grasp. Your eyes connected with his puppy dog ones, glazed with knowing.

“I think it’s over,” you said. Your voice was hushed, but not fragile. The threads of your statement couldn’t be cut. Spencer’s face fell, but your shoulders remained straight. Maybe you were the problem.

“What?” he stammered. “I think we should break up,” you reiterated. “Y/N, baby,” he pleaded. “I love you, please don’t go.”

“You might love me, but you love your job more,” you said. “I refuse to compete with a position, Spencer.”

“I can do better.”

You shook your head. “No, you can’t. I won’t make you choose between me and your job. Your job is your life, and I won’t even suggest you leave it.”

“I love you,” he repeated as tears began to form in his eyes.

“And I love you, too. But this isn’t going to work. We know it,” you said with a sigh. Spencer sighed and his shoulders slumped, defeat washing over his features.

He cursed under his breath as you stared on. You had grown accustomed to your own sadness, and just couldn’t make yourself cry with him.

“Y/N, I’ll be so alone without you.”

The wall began to crumble and the dust flew into your eyes.

“And I was alone with you. I can’t do it anymore. Just,” you sighed. “Tomorrow, I’ll leave. I’ve arranged to stay at a friend’s house until I find my own place.”

He nodded, unable to talk through his sobs. Your resolve nearly faltered as you ghosted past his body, lingering at the edge of the hall leading to the bedroom.

“Do you want to sleep in the same bed tonight?” you asked softly. He turned to face you, nodding. “Wait up for me?” he asked, wiping his bloodshot eyes. “Of course,” you said, changing into your favorite nightgown.

Half an hour later, Spencer followed suit, bare chested and clad in gingham pajama pants. He crawled into bed beside you, and strangely, it felt peaceful.

The tension was gone, peace had been made. In the darkness of the bedroom, you let him inside your body one last time.

Your numbness shed away in waves. You angrily bit and scratched at each other, discarding almost every blanket. He left marks that you knew would linger for days, trying to remember a time when you were all his.

The anger gradually shifted to sadness. You began to cry into the crook of his neck as he hovered over you, thrusting his hips to the beat of your hearts.

He gripped the fitted sheet as tears of his own fell on your red skin. You held on to him, feeling him in a way that felt more intimate than the sex. You felt his heart, you saw it on his sleeve.

But, the feeling of euphoria came over you as you reached your high, his arriving soon after on your torso. You lay in his sweaty embrace for a few minutes before letting out a laugh.

He looked down to you, confused. “It’s just, that was amazing,” you said. “And, in a dark way, it’s kind of funny it’s our last time.”

A chuckle flew past his lips. “I guess you’re right.” You began swapping familiar tales, reaching for the good times.

Spencer fell asleep hours later, a smile on his lips. You watched him for a few moments before falling into a dream of your own, preparing to pack the suitcases on your side of the closet.

The next day, your friend’s truck parked outside, loaded with all but one bag, which you clutched as you stared at Spencer.

“I guess this is it,” you said breathlessly. “Yeah,” he responded. You pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “Goodbye, Spencer.”

“Y/n,” he said, causing you to turn and look at him as your hand rested on the doorknob. “Do you think in another universe we had a chance?”

You stayed silent for a while before smiling a bittersweet smile. “Yes, I think so.”

“That’s good enough for me,” he said, turning his back towards you. “Me too,” you said before leaving, closing the door for the last time. ‘Me too’.

When you realize DanAndPhilGames could be shut down because of the upcoming European copyright laws

Oh shit

I feel like no one realises how bad this actually is. To make it clear for y'all if this law passes, it’s going to be 1000x worse than net neutrality. This is a literal internet censorship.

Want to post a cute fanart? BLOCKED. A fanfic? BLOCKED. Do you have a friend in europe and want to send them a meme? BLOCKED. Youtube let’s plays? BLOCKED Dan’s meme videos? BLOCKED.

Nearly not enough people are talking about this so please, even if you’re not european, help us and take part. We did the same when net neutrality was trying to ruin all of our lives. I’ll put some useful links below.

PETITION:

- !anyone can sign!

CALL/E-MAIL YOUR LOCAL MPs

x <- fixed link for call/email your local mps

- !you can only do this if you live in europe/uk!

MORE INFO

EVEN MORE INFO

Take part, lads🌸✨

Right so to add to this. My friend has already been affected by this shit today . Her gmail profile pic which was eevee (pokemon) has been removed apparently due to eu copyright laws. It was a fucking profile pic. @eu fuck u

also Philip DeFranco made a p good video about this topic. I’ll link it which according to the new laws will also be illegal.

video

🇺🇸 Another addition for y'all americans: Just so you know there’s quite a big chance a certain cheeto could get inspired by the shit eu is going to pass rn and then we’re all screwed.

🇬🇧 UK lads: UK is going to be affected by this until the day they officially leave the EU and that is in 2021. Contact your local MPs link is above.

🇪🇺 europeans: Are basically all going to be fucked if we don’t do something! Contact your local MPs link is above.

🌏Rest of the world is hopefully sane but still…. please try to help even if this isn’t going to affect you directly.

Any help is appreciated but please try to spread the message as well as signing the petition. Thank u all

ANYBODY CAN SIGN THE PETITION!

Cupcakes (Owen Grady x reader)

Plot: a vvv self conscious reader begins to starve herself, but Owen is quick to stop it before it goes too far. A lot of fluff tbh- but please don’t read if you feel you may be triggered by the subject matter!!

“Want a cupcake, Y/N?” one of your fellow raptor observers asked.

You pushed a lock of hair behind your ear before shrugging. “Is it someone’s birthday?” you asked curiously. “Nope, Grady just brought them in.”

You smiled warmly as you thought about your boyfriend and his big heart. Of course he would do something like this for his crew, that was just Owen.

The man held out the chocolate frosted yellow cupcake out for you to take. “Sure, why not?” you said before accepting the confection. Your friend chuckled and walked away as you took a bite of the baked good.

“Is that good?” one of the new interns asked you as he walked over, reaching into the container.

“Very,” you responded to the boy you had never seen before. “I mean you don’t need it though,” he said.

“What?” you asked, your now empty mouth falling slightly agape in shock. “Yeah, it’s just that you certainly don’t need any more cupcakes. Maybe a nice salad?”

You clenched your jaw to keep all of your emotions at bay. You refused to let this boorish newbie treat you like this. “Sir, that is incredibly rude and I will report you to your superior-”

“Okay, okay. Chill, fatso,” he laughed before heading in the opposite direction.

You looked down to the sugary object in your hand and cringed. Maybe he was right… You shook your head, deciding to ignore the incompetent words. However, you did toss the rest of the cupcake in the bin as you walked by.

As you arrived that night in the on-site trailer you were occupying, you went straight to the bathroom. You stripped down to step into a warm shower, but paused as you walked in front of the full-length mirror on your door.

You stared at your reflection with disdain, running your hands across your stomach and hips. Maybe the boy had been right. You could spare a few pounds, and that cupcake was chock full of empty calories.

You thought back to the pot of water on the stove waiting to boiled, and decided maybe tonight you were too tired to eat. Yeah, a shower and then bed (plus a small ab workout, but nothing longer than a couple of hours).

Despite the rumbling in your stomach, you still slept contentedly, eager to show that intern who he was talking to.

The next few 3 days went as normal. No one made any comment about your weight, negative or positive. You hadn’t eaten anything but an apple a day at work, just to keep Owen satisfied.

You had fallen into a routine of scrutinizing yourself frequently. You began to find your body repulsive, in a way. During work hours, you pushed it out of your mind and focused on the raptors and Owen. You drank plenty of water, and ate enough so that you didn’t feel weak, just enough so the water weight began to shed away.

But you were so hungry. It actually hurt how much you craved food in your stomach, and Owen’s constant dinner invites were getting hard to reject.

“Hey, Y/N,” the man chirped as he strolled up to wear you stood. “Hi, handsome,” you said before wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down to peck your lips softly before pulling back with his goofy smile you loved so much.

“Can you do dinner tonight?” he asked before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. You frowned before shaking your head. “I feel just terrible, but I don’t think I can.”

He sighed before nodding. “It feels like-” Claire ran up to you. “Guys, we need you to come on a sweep,” she unintentionally interrupted. Owen looked to you before nodding and clasping your hand in his.

The two of you rushed to a Jeep, seeing 3 of the 4 available seats filled. “Uh-” you started before Owen interrupted. “She can sit on my lap.”

Your face flushed and you immediately shook your head. “Owen, really, I’ll find another ride or-” “Come on, baby, it’s ok,” he laughed before clambering in. He patted his thighs, signaling you to climb in. Not wanting to slow down the mission, you followed suit, letting your body hover just barely above Owen’s lap.

The ride began, starting the long journey to the other side of the island. The others in the car began to doze off or put in earphones, uncaring of their surroundings. You focused on keeping your weight to yourself, feeling your legs burn as you held yourself off of your boyfriend.

A few minutes into the trek, Owen piped up in a whisper. “Y/N, relax.” You just forced a laugh, but Owen could tell the difference. “Y/N, please. Let me hold you,” he continued, wrapping his arms slowly around your waist.

He felt you hold your breath and in turn let out a sigh. He pulled you down, causing you to gasp in surprise. “What’s going on, sweetness?”

As his hands rested on your stomach calmly, not twitching with disgust, you felt yourself release a breath, and with it, what you had been feeling the last few days.

“It’s just, an intern called me fat, and I started thinking about it… I’m disgusting, Owen. I want to be the best I can be, for you especially, and I’m not doing that,” your voice began to break as tears gathered in your waterline.

Owen pressed a soft finger to your quivering lip with a drawn out, “hey.” You forced your eyes to meet his before swiveling your body to the side and getting comfortable. You allowed him to guide your head to the crook of his neck, where short scruff rubbed against your soft skin.

He brushed one hand through your hair with one hand and down your back with the other, feeling your gentle breath against his collar. “You are beautiful, no matter what. You are absolutely stunning, an angel if there ever was one. You are perfect, and I will love you no matter what happens, never mind what you look like.”

Tears began to slip down your face, and Owen began to rock you softly. “Pizza at my place tonight?” he asked hopefully.

You sat up and wiped your reddened eyes before letting out a giggle. “I’d like that very much.” He reached a hand up to wipe a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. “And next time you feel this way, come to me. Please, because I love you too much to see you hurting.”

You nodded before pressing your face back to his neck. “I love you, too,” you whispered before letting sleep overtake you, ready to finally satiate your recent hunger. Who knew a simple ride could heal so much?

me if reid isn’t clean shaved by season 14:

I don’t want to disappear without a forewarning.

As of July 4th 2018, the Internet as we know it might be dead for good. 

The European Parliament is passing a new Copyright Directive.  Article 13 #CensorshipMachine will impose widespread censorship of all the content we share online. Art, fanfiction, parodies, remixes, mashups, memes, etc.. Anything that you do not hold the rights over will be taken down. 

Article 13 would force all online platforms to police and prevent the uploading of copyrighted content, or make people seek the correct licenses to post that content. Internet platforms hosting large amounts of user-uploaded content must monitor user behaviour and filter their contributions to identify and prevent copyright infringement. 

Such filters will be mandatory for platforms including YouTube, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit and Instagram, but also much smaller websites. 

every single criminal minds episode

prentiss: oh boy can’t wait to go gambling this weekend

reid: i personally will be eating an encyclopedia 

hotch: sorry guys, we have a case

prentiss: uch

jj: seven women were found dismembered 

Garcia: d1sm3mbEreddd????

hotch: wheels up in twenty

*at local police precinct*

officer: thanks for coming to help out

Morgan: no problem

prentiss: the bodies have stab marks–

all: SEXUAL SADIST

hotch: we’re ready to deliver the profile

jj: white male

reid: late twenties to early thirties

Morgan: he’ll likely insert himself into the investigation

hotch: he’s trying to regain control over his life

*in serial killer’s lair*

serial killer: I love you

woman: we just met

serial killer: STAB STAB STAB

*back with BAU team. Morgan is on the phone with Garcia*

Morgan: give me what you got, baby girl

Garcia: you’re looking for Evil McEvilface, his father tried to kill him seven times, his mother ran away with the manny, and he lives at 6969 sad street

Morgan: you’re a miracle worker

Garcia: why don’t you come over and see what kind of miracles I can work

Morgan: *smiles and hangs up*

*back at serial killer lair*

serial killer: *about to kill woman*

all the BAU agents: FBI, PUT YOUR HANDS UP

serial killer: *puts knife to the woman’s neck*

prentiss: what happened to you as a child wasn’t fair, but you can’t hurt other ppl

serial killer: *starts crying, drops knife*

voiceover: *obscure quote*

*back on plane*

reid: did you know that there are seven leopards in existence. you have blinked twenty-two times since we boarded this plane. I am smart

all: *laughing* Reid