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Her Instinct - Chapter 13

Chapter 13 - A Broken Frame

*mature gifs ahead*

This chapter was inspired by the song Guys My Age by Hey Violet. Feel free to listen as you read, it’s a great song and really fitting to the character ;-)

Morning came even quicker than last time. I feel the warmth of his body against my back. It was so comforting, his lean arm draped over my body, connecting us.

I studied his forearm. His skin looked and felt so smooth, not oily or dry, but just healthy and clear. I outlined his arm, taking in the shape with my hands.

Remembering it.

Memorizing it.

I glided my fingers down to his hand, tracing his palm. His hands weren’t as soft and smooth as his harm. Callouses outlined his palms, either from working out or all that housework he must do. The memory of his cart full of household cleaning items came across my mind. Funny thing, Mr. Leto never talks about a gardening. It must be for the houses he sells.

My mind wandered back to his warm body pressed against my back. I lapsed back into the memories from last night of us wrapped in each other’s arms, inseparable.

I felt myself melt into his arms. A soft kiss on my neck broke my train of thought.

“Someone’s awake,” he said groggily. The huskiness in his voice sent chills down my spine and was literally, the sexiest thing to wake up too.

“Someone’s still sleepy, ” I retorted playfully as I turned to face him .

“For you, I’d be awake in a heart beat.” He said suggestively.

His voice paled in comparison with his looks. Yep, he was just as flawless as he was before. My eyes outlined his perfectly handsome features. I started with is eyes, then his cheek bones, his jaw , down to his neck and stopped at his clavicle. I decided to give my eyes a break and grazed my fingers against his shoulders and chest.

He stared back at me calmly as I touched him. I felt peaceful in the oddest way.

“I don’t want to leave. I could stay in bed with you all day.” I said out loud to myself.

“Don’t say that Kerri, or I’ll just might have to make that happen.” He tapped my nose with finger with his finger.

I laughed as I inched closer to him. He leaned in, kissing me tenderly. He proceeded to kiss down across my jaw tracing down to my shoulders.

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“The Blacksmith’s Shop”

The calm water of the Jones Falls Locks reflects a sky full of cloud trails coloured by the setting sun. The small stone building is the old blacksmith’s shop which sits next to one of the locks. (just out of frame to the right)
I made this time stack by combining 162 photos into one image.

بسم الله 

Good things do happen!

I am not sure where to start or how to explain the above photograph so that the reality of it can be conveyed. When trials and tribulations come forth they seem to do so all at once. When everything starts to go wrong there is nothing to hit the breaks. As Muslims we are cultivated and nurtured to believe that the more difficult ones hardship is, the stronger one grows in faith, after every hardship there is ease and that nothing befalls you except that it was written to come your way. Well, something of this nature happened. I was having one of those intense, busy and hard days where everything seem to go wrong, but then something took place that restored belief in humanity again.  The incident gave hope that in this increasingly cold, harsh and abrasive world there remains goodness and sincerity where trust and honour is still upheld. 

As I walked back to the car with my spouse all tired and exhausted, I sat and sighed deeply hoping some good would come from the appointment we attended. My husband (now at the front seat) turned around and said “have you seen this, someone left it on the (driver side) seat.” It was a note reading “We found your phone on top of your car we thought someone would take it so we put it in the car.” We were both left stunned for a few seconds, shocked in horror and amazement, thanking God that we were saved from an expensive loss. The lessons we learnt were the following;

  1. Firstly - Allaah is truly the One who can remove difficulties and allow ease. There are still good decent people out there who do right by others. In Islam there is Prophetic tradition and principle we try our best to apply, wish or want for your brother/sister what you wish or want for yourself’… Whoever found my phone could have easily taken it and sold it on earning several hundred pounds. However they chose to leave it in the car returning back to its rightful owner. 
  2. Secondly - When its not your time it won’t happen. I had accidentally placed my mobile phone on the roof of my car whilst trying to strap my unsettled child to the carseat, then driven from one place to another. How did the mobile-phone remain on top of the car without falling off? Anyone who has been to my city will know it is known for its steep roads both up and down. Whilst in the car I realised my mobile was not in my bag so I called my phone from my husband’s phone and we heard it ringing but I couldn’t locate where the sound was coming from we therefore assumed it will be somewhere in the car. However, this meant that the mobile was viberating on top of the car whilst the car was in motion and it didn’t fall. Allaah only has to give His order and not a leaf moves without His permission.  “Say: ‘Nothing shall ever happen to us except what Allah has ordained for us. He is our Maula (Lord, Helper and Protector). And in Allah let the believers put their trust.” (Surah At-Tauba: ayah 51)
  3. Thirdly - How did the individuals get into the car? Our car has automatic locking system. If it is not locked manually within a certain time frame (usually couple of minutes) it will lock automatically. We therefore can only assume that the car for whatever reason didn’t lock and the individuals placed the phone and the note inside the car and on the drivers seat.
  4. Lastly, Sometimes Allaah allows minor incidents to take place to snap you back into reality and give you a wake up call. I saw this as a warning (minor punishment) and a blessing. Why a warning and punishment you may ask? In addition to this incident we received a fine for parking in the wrong area, even though the parking bay had a pay and display machine the sign we missed, read that parking in this particular area was suspended for a certain period. Not only did I leave an expensive item on top of the car for anyone to take and if not that, it could have easily fallen off and broken into pieces, I also missed another key sign. I knew its time for me to wake up, pick myself up and brush myself off and snap out of this procrastination mode I have been in due to the trials I am currently facing. Things can be or could be far worse. It taught to me think more positively of others regardless of their background or creed. I believe in a Ever Merciful Creator who didn’t just create Muslims but everyone walking along side us and whether they choose to believe in Him or Not when our lives comes to an end, our return is to Allaah. So have good thoughts about the Creator and His creation. Truly after hardship there is ease. 
Yoongi Scenario: Wild Rose.

Request: Hi I’d like to request a fluffy scenario with yoongi in the 19th century where he’s a noble and he threw a party but got bored quickly so he went outside to the garden and he sees y/n and they start talking

Genre: Fluff / 19th Century AU.


Yoongi knew what he had to do when he wanted to slip out of anything. In today’s case he was doing everything humanly possible to run away from the more than boring conversations that surrounded him. Sometimes parties although denominated as such weren’t what they seemed, for the nobility a party could be a long list of things, but more often than not it was only an occasion to flaunt wealth and successful trades or setting marriage arrangements.
Yoongi’s head threatened him with ache at the thought of the latter, he had managed to slip out of those too, but he wouldn’t taunt his luck too much.

Soon he was slipping out of the party, no longer noticed by the group of men speaking about politics, he let his glass of champagne at a random table, one of the dozens that were disposed at the perimeter of the great hall. His father sure had a taste for opulence, the hall could host hundreds of guests at its full capacity and the paints on the walls, the intricate works of porcelain, the hangings, the ornate lamps and the most flamboyant floral and food arrangements didn’t have anything to envy those of the royal family. 

Although Yoongi’s taste not being as outrageous he couldn’t deny the beauty that held such parties; they were like spells that held everyone together for one night and after they ended they had the power of change lives. Yoongi had seen it, good men stripped from their lands for a conversation gone bad, unexpected marriages for the sake of two households, men rising in glory because they knew exactly what to say.
He amused himself with it more often than not, but tonight he didn’t want to hear the word parliament one more time.

If his father had a taste for luxurious interiors, his mother had it for luscious outdoors. Their castle was well known for its outstanding gardens, as his mother liked to collect the most beautiful flowers that there were, even bringing some from across the world. Yoongi fancied the comfort of his chambers more than anything but he liked the peace nature brought, so he understood his mother and her love for it.

The hall had three ways to the exterior, one that went directly to the front of the castle although it wasn’t its main entrance, but it assured the guests a more complacent path to their carriages when the party ended. The second consisted in a balcony that had a gracious view on the extent of the lands and not far away lake, and the third lead directly to a font that lead to the gardens.
Yoongi decided for the third, knowing that no one would be outside at this point of the party. Only that he was mistaken.

By the font he saw a girl who was fairly entertained by the water plants on it. Yoongi thought about going back, since encountering with someone else would go against his purposes, but this girl seemed familiar to Yoongi but right at the moment he couldn’t remember her name and that did strange things to his curiosity.

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A history of CG actually knowing how to be interesting during promo time

A fundamental mastery of the Locked Off Comedy Frame

A Second Wasn’t Long Enough

Prompt: @powerfulpomegranate  So we all know Church has the world’s most extreme martyr complex, so how does he react when someone else takes the fall to save him?

Christ you guys play fucking hardball. Not gonna lie this one hurt even worse than the first one. 

Triggers: GORE, language, serious emotional trauma

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Church screamed. “D, options, now!”

“Sniper shot. System 99-Series 5 AM Rifle, famous for breaking through high energy shielding and armor alike. At current velocity and trajectory the shot will puncture Agent Carolina’s spinal cord.”

“How did we miss it?!”

“The shot originated from a secluded spot in the cliff face 5.6 miles to the east. While their camo would have failed at close range at such distance scans passed over them entirely.”

“Would shields stop the bullet?”

“Sorry,” Theta said, “That might slow it down some but I… I don’t think it would stop it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“

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Hey, You

Summary: Your S/O breaks up with you and you retreat to Yoongi’s home. (Based off of “Hey, Brittany” by Forever the Sickest Kids)
Type: Angst/Sad
Length: 1249 Words
Members: Suga x Reader

I’ve noticed that angst brings out all of the metaphors and thoughts I bottle up in my mind

- Admin Au(drey)

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

He cannot remember when your bright smiles shifted into tears on your cheeks that you desperately try to hide but fail to brush away quick enough, when your absences that he, with a broken heart, became accustomed to, turned into your presence lurking about in the shadows of his home, when every time you spoke was about your significant other but now there is only silence. When did it all happen? Was it when he turned away from you at the sight of you falling for someone other than him? Was it when he retreated too far into his world of fleeting butterfly wings and the endings of lyrics? He cannot place his finger on the exact date, the exact time, because he doesn’t have a sense for such things - only feel.

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From EW’s series on brilliant movies that have been inexplicably ignored by the Oscars. Locke triumphs in the category of Films That Will Live On, and that’s ultimately the only thing that matters. 

Nominated for Nothing: Locke
Why history will remember it better than the Academy did: 

From its very premise—to film what is essentially a one-man show in real time—to its last frame, Locke sets itself apart. To create what feels like a realistic account of one man’s drive, Knight shot the film as if it were a play: the cast and crew ran through the film in its entirety with each and every take. The end result? A riveting story of one man’s life, and how everything about it can change over the course of an hour and a half. […]

Knight’s approach, when combined with his script and editing that places viewers directly in the car with Hardy, creates an emotionally spellbinding 85 minutes. 

The icing on the cake arrives in the form of Hardy’s subtle powerhouse performance. The camera never leaves his face as Hardy delicately balances his character’s visible emotions with what he reveals during those phone conversations. Hardy is tasked with playing a man who’s trying to be the best version of himself, all while having to hurt people he loves. It’s a performance of balance and finesse, and one worthy of Oscar recognition.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, my question is why would a developer lock a game at 30fps? I read that the new batman game was locked at 30fps for computers.

I’ve received a number of questions about frame rates and locking lately, so I thought I would try to answer it. At the core, it’s a technical problem about how much time you can set aside to do your calculations, and it isn’t very easily solved. This is likely going to be fairly lengthy and possibly technical. You have been warned.

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anonymous asked:

hiiii babe, if you haven't already, could you write a luke blurb based on the song english love affair? thank youuuuu

Rain drenched the two dark figures on the street corner. Lights had long gone out except for the flickering bulbs of the light censored street poles. The only sign still illuminated was that of the small bar tucked in the corner of London’s busy streets. The very bar that the two giggling and groaning figures had stumbled out the doors of but yet hadn’t quite made it to another form of shelter.

Luke’s piercing was about the only cool thing against your skin seeing as the rain only coated the film of sweat covering your now sticky features. The pounding precipitation didn’t seem to phase Luke as his kisses became more feverish. His grip was harsh on yours under his leather jacket he’d draped across your shoulders. Chapped lips slid across yours, the small black indention in his lips catching on the corner of your mouth each time he sighed against your mouth.

“How far is your place? Our hotel is ages away,” His voice stayed neutral despite the harsh mark his teeth were leaving against the chilled underside of your neck.

You gasped at his affection, nearly stumbling as you braced your arms against his chest for balance, “About a block away.”

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