Assortment Of I Spy Backgrounds Photographed By: Walter Wick

nobody warns you this but addiction happens without you noticing and one of the first things that it attacks is your ability to care. if you find yourself using recreational drugs every day, stop and take one day a week sober. if you struggle with this or if you don't see the point of the exercise, you are likely already addicted and you need help.

Without a doubt, the most spectacular aurora of the year in the Canadian Rockies of 2019 happened early on the 5th of August. Because we are nearing the minimum of the current solar cycle, it’s been a very quiet year for northern lights at the mid-latitudes. That long, colourful, powerful display made up for an otherwise lacklustre aurora year.

Shot this bright moment at Cascade Meadows, Banff National Park. I opted to phone home at that point and wake up my wife, who in turn woke up our daughters and guests. Everyone gathered on the back porch to take in the show!

#Top19of2019

As per tradition, in late December I like to take some time to reflect on my most special moments in photography from this past year. The posts are in no particular order, nor do they necessarily consist of images that resonated with the public. They are all photographs that got me engaged creatively and that depict special moments in the wilderness. I hope you enjoy the images. Thanks to all of you who have supported me all year long. Your presence here is much appreciated and so is every comment. Feel free to share the images. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2RYhDCQ

a haunted house is the memory of your ex-friend’s home that you know like the back of your hand but will never step foot inside again

why do I have to do it?

growing up, I was the responsible one, the reliable one, the one no one had to worry about too much. Mom was busy with work and my little brother and my dad was traveling for work (and cheating while doing so). I helped protect my family, saved my dog, babysat when needed, and comforted my mom when everything finally fell apart. My brother has always been headstrong and tends to lack any kind of initiative or foresight, so oftentimes I found myself picking up the slack-- I did his chores (or redid them, as they were often done poorly), I made him breakfast, etc. But I never complained, as it would only add to my mom's overflowing plate.

I couldn't complain about anything. It would only add stress to the family and my mom was already stretched thin, I couldn't make her feel bad. Trying to get my brother to help was a neverending battle that often ended with him not doing anything anyway.

Time goes on, new relationships, new living situations. I thought maybe something would change. My mom's new boyfriend, while miles and miles better than my father, still doesn't offer too much help. Yes, he helps, but there's no initiative and it's almost like... He doesn't exactly know how to be an adult yet. Who does? But please try.

I visit home. I'm tired. Why do I have to remind the bf and my brother to do things like empty the dishwasher? Why do I have to remind people to get Xmas presents for my mom? Why do I have to monitor my brother and his friend bc of my brother's unwise decisions? Why do I have to sneak my dogs around because the bf's mom, who lives with us, can't be bothered to help her own dogs? Why do I have to make sure Oreo is taken care of, yet my brother swears he loves her and that she is his dog? Why can't I vent about this new house not having space for me without my mom getting upset? I'm not upset with my mom, I just need to air out my frustrations. I'm always there for my mom of course. I'm always there to support her. But why do I have to hear it all and then be unable to do the same without guilt?

I find myself complaining to my friends sometimes. I hate that because I feel that all I do is complain to them, and who wants to be friends with someone who does that? Plus, like I said, I don't hate my mom. She's fucking amazing and was just dealt an unfair hand. But I don't like being the caretaker. Leave me alone.

I hate having to help with bills when I can barely afford my own. My physical and mental health is declining. I find myself hating my brother. I can't talk to anyone about this.

I want to sleep.

It's been 10 years since Merlin ended... and that finale still makes me cry everytime.

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk

Sorry if it's a morbid question but I'm at that age when death is coming closer each day, and I'm wondering what to do with my fics on AO3 and tumblr should I die one day. Of course I can put them in a will or get someone's help. But me writing fanfics is like a secret identity that none of my family or friends know. They're not into it and I don't think they'll value them either. They'll probably trash them but I'll love for anyone to adopt them if they like to. So any ideas or suggestions?

Not morbid at all! Planning for the future isn’t depressing, it’s planning. Taking care of something that’s on your mind will only make you feel better about things, anyway :)

As for the answer to your question, AO3 has exactly what you’re looking for: Fannish Next of Kin. This is the person that you decide you want to have take care of your works after you die. They’re a fandom friend you trust, but you don’t have to know them in person. You don’t even need to know their real name. You just have to trust that they’ll follow your wishes after you’re gone.  

In the event of your death, the Archive will transfer your account into that person’s control and they can manage it on your behalf. 

For more information, read that link above. Just one more way that AO3 looks out for the “Our Own” part of the Archive :D.