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No Regrets (Part 7)

So I’ve been away for a few days, spending some time with my family. Didn’t manage to update this earlier but here it is now! Hope you like it!


Need to catch up? Here’s No Regrets Masterlist


Word count: 2.8k


Warnings: Swearing. Some angst. SASSY TONY.


A/N: Ooh, the tension, guys! Also, this gif is so perfect for this part!

Originally posted by starkexpo


You needed coffee today. Normally you’re pretty cheery when you arrive at work but this morning you were snappy and your colleagues noticed. The girls have asked you to nip around the corner to the café and grab you all some liquid caffeine. You were more than happy to do it – anything to get out of the office today! You were getting tired of all the drama. In a way you knew that this will pass in time, you’d just have to stick through it. But logic was not the dominant force today. Today angst and bitterness were having a day out in the life of Y/N…

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The Surprise

Note: Tommy gives you, his fiancé, an early wedding surprise.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy

“Where the bloody hell are you taking us, Tommy?” You muttered as you crossed your arms.

“It’s a surprise, Y/N– and I won’t tell you that again,” he added for good measure.

“Is this a kidnapping? Have you kidnapped me Tom?”

He chuckled at that, keeping his eyes focused on the road, “I don’t think it counts as kidnapping if you’ve come willingly, love.”

“Well I didn’t know you were going to blindfold me, did I?” You huffed, adjusting the cloth covering your eyes slightly to make it more comfortable.

“It’s alright, we’re nearly there.”

“Nearly where?”

Tommy shook his head in amusement, “Remind me never to surprise you when we’re married, Y/N.”

“I like surprises,” you countered, “I just don’t like the… you know, the not knowing part.”

“Well,” Tommy started as you felt the road shift to gravel, “It’s a good thing we’re here then.”

The car came to a stop and you immediately took your blindfold off, relieved it was no longer impairing your vision.

Tommy noticed and frowned, “Y/N, you were supposed to wait–”

“Oh. My. God,” your eyes widened at the stately home before you. You quickly furrowed your eyebrows, “Have you brought me on some sort of burglary mission, Thomas Shelby?”

There was something endearing about when you called Tommy by his full name, so he smiled slightly, shaking his head, “It’s not a burglary if you own the place.”

You shifted back in your seat, completely lost for words. Was he serious? “I–I… Why… I mean, don’t you– what?”

“Thought you’d say that,” Tommy said before getting out of the car. You watched as he trailed over to your door, where you sat still half in shock.

When Tommy opened your door, you climbed out quickly and held on to your fiancé.

“Tommy… what do you mean… y-you own the place?”

He studied your face carefully before swiftly slinging his arm through yours, “Well I don’t own it–”

“Then what are we doing here?” You knew Tommy wouldn’t have just bought a home so far from Small Heath.

“If you’d’ve let me finish,” Tommy said pointedly, but you could tell he wasn’t angry, “I was going to say, it’s not my house, it’s yours.”

“What.” It didn’t even sound like a question.

“This home, it’s been bought by a Mrs. Y/N Shelby– well, Y/N L/N for now.”

Normally, you would’ve commented on how you loved the sound of your married name, but you were slightly preoccupied, “You bought me… a palace?”

Tommy smiled at your choice of words, “Consider it an early wedding present.”

“But all I gave you was a new cap!” That seemed to be first thought that sprang to mind.

“You’ve given me so much more than that, sweetheart,” he said, stroking your cheek as he looked at you affectionately.

“Yes but a house Tommy? An actual house? It’s massive,” you gasped, “Oh, this must’ve cost you a fortune.”

“I could’ve bought you a hundred of these houses, Y/N… but I’m not planning on getting locked up before our wedding day,” he remarked casually.

“Still, Tommy. This… this is too kind,” you sighed happily, “I- I don’t even know how to thank you!” You reached up to press your lips to his.

When he pulled away Tommy was grinning “No need to thank me, love. You’ve not even seen the inside of it yet,” he reminded you as he reached for a key in his trouser pocket.

“Oh, this is beautiful,” you said as soon as you entered. It truly was exquisite.

“I’ve already had some of your things moved over… portraits and the like,” he said, gesturing to the walls.

“Are you really planning on leaving Small Heath after the wedding?” You called out to him, already wandering off in awe.

“‘Course I am. It’s no place for a husband to bring his wife home to, Y/N, nor could I stand to raise a family there– our family.”

Tommy found you in one of the home’s many living rooms, admiring the grand piano. He snaked his arms around your waist from behind you and rested his head on your shoulder.

Our family?” You hummed, “Now that’s a thought I could get used to.”

You stayed like that for a moment longer before Tommy quickly pecked your cheek, “Come, you haven’t seen the best room yet.”

As if your mouth couldn’t get any lower to the floor, your jaw dropped again as you stepped inside the room Tommy had led you to.

Books adorned every inch of the walls, there was even a ladder to access the ones that were too high for you reach– that’s how many there were. In the middle of the room was a large reading chair and matching ottoman, the centre of the leather was embroidered with your initials, well, you’re soon-to-be initials anyway.

“Y/N Shelby…,” Tommy said as he saw you looking towards it, “What do you think?”

“It’s– gorgeous… I’ve always wanted my own library,” you almost laughed at how amazed you sounded.

“I know you have,” He smiled, “Had this made especially,” he said as he pointed to the shelves.

“I can’t believe you did this all for me,“ your eyes were beginning to well up at the thought of Tommy spending so much time to have this room made for you.

He stepped towards you, quickly wiping away a tear that had fallen down your cheek, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Oh Tommy,” you sniffled at his words, “But all this? The library, this home? It’s too much to give to me!”

“Nonsense,” Tommy consoled you, gently placing his hands on your cheeks, “It brings me great comfort knowing it’s in your name. I wouldn’t want you to have to rely on a soul if anything were to happen to me.”

“Oh now, don’t say things like that, Thomas. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Hmm, believe me, love, I’m planning on spoiling you for a very long time,” he said softly before pressing his lips to yours.

Maybe some of you remember that I made a collection of pdf’s on the Sahih al Bukhari. It would not be fair to not do the same for the Sahih Muslim, so now that i have some time I did it. Note it is without the introduction that is found in the actual collection, just all of the books 1-56. You can download them individually or as whole. In sha Allah it will be of benefit to someone. 
As with the Sahih al Bukhari, if you find something that is off tell me and I will fix it, data source of the hadiths is the same as on sunnah.com

Sahih Muslim (complete - 3020 pages - 9.5mb)

You can also download each book individually or those you are currently interested in.

Book 1. - The Book of Faith

Book 2. - The Book of Purification

Book 3. - The Book of Menstruation

Book 4. - The Book of Prayers

Book 5. - The Book of Mosques and Places of Prayer

Book 6. - The Book of Prayer - Travellers

Book 7. - The Book of Prayer - Friday

Book 8. - The Book of Prayer - Two Eids

Book 9. - The Book of Prayer - Rain

Book 10. - The Book of Prayer - Eclipses

Book 11. - The Book of Prayer - Funerals

Book 12. - The Book of Zakat

Book 13. - The Book of Fasting

Book 14. - The Book of I'tikaf

Book 15. - The Book of Pilgrimage

Book 16. - The Book of Marriage

Book 17. - The Book of Suckling

Book 18. - The Book of Divorce

Book 19. - The Book of Invoking Curses

Book 20. - The Book of Emancipating Slaves

Book 21. - The Book of Transactions

Book 22. - The Book of Musaqah

Book 23. - The Book of the Rules of Inheritance

Book 24. - The Book of Gifts

Book 25. - The Book of Wills

Book 26. - The Book of Vows

Book 27. - The Book of Oaths

Book 28. - The Book of Oaths, Muharibin, Qasas (Retaliation), and Diyat (Blood Money)

Book 29. - The Book of Legal Punishments

Book 30. - The Book of Judicial Decisions

Book 31. - The Book of Lost Property

Book 32. - The Book of Jihad and Expeditions

Book 33. - The Book on Government

Book 34. - The Book of Hunting, Slaughter, and what may be Eaten

Book 35. - The Book of Sacrifices

Book 36. - The Book of Drinks

Book 37. - The Book of Clothes and Adornment

Book 38. - The Book of Manners and Etiquette

Book 39. - The Book of Greetings

Book 40. - The Book Concerning the Use of Correct Words

Book 41. - The Book of Poetry

Book 42. - The Book of Dreams

Book 43. - The Book of Virtues

Book 44. - The Book of the Merits of the Companions

Book 45. - The Book of Virtue, Enjoining Good Manners, and Joining of the Ties of Kinship

Book 46. - The Book of Destiny

Book 47. - The Book of Knowledge

Book 48. - The Book Pertaining to the Remembrance of Allah, Supplication, Repentance and Seeking Forgiveness

Book 49. - The Book of Heart-Melting Traditions

Book 50. - The Book of Repentance

Book 51. - Characteristics of The Hypocrites And Rulings Concerning Them

Book 52. - Characteristics of the Day of Judgment, Paradise, and Hell

Book 53. - The Book of Paradise, its Description, its Bounties and its Inhabitants

Book 54. - The Book of Tribulations and Portents of the Last Hour

Book 55. - The Book of Zuhd and Softening of Hearts

Book 56. - The Book of Commentary on the Qur'an

Little Malec imagine?

So imagine Magnus tells Alec about what happened with Dot, with her trying to kiss him and Alec said he was alright with it even though he felt a little jealous or whatever.

Soooooo….


They were all in Magnus’ loft coursing through numerous ancient books looking for a specific spell they needed to summon a greater demon. Books covered the floor, the tables and piles of old scrolls literred the chairs.

‘‘Maybe you lost it?’‘ Suggested Simon as he slammed an old book with gold adorned patters, tossing it to the side.

‘‘I did not loose it, it’s somewhere.’‘ Magnus twirled around the room, eyes flowing through the mountains of books.

‘‘Well maybe you let someone borrow it? Another warlock?’‘ Clary prompted, Magnus froze on the spot as realization flashed behind his eyes.

‘‘Oh.’‘ He mumbled. Alec sighed in exasperation as he ditched the scrolls on the nearby table.

‘’Oh? Oh? We’ve spent three hours sifting through these old papers looking for the damn spell when it’s not even here!’‘ Complained Jace, Alec threw him an irritated look.

‘‘Okay, enough. Who did you give it to Magnus?’‘ Isabelle asked, gracefully unfolding herself off the couch. 

‘‘Dot.’‘ Magnus stated reluctantly, pretending not to notice the slight grimace in Alec’s features. Magnus told him about the whole Dot situation, assured him that they were just friends and the past is the past and Alec assured him that he was fine with it and had comeplete trust in Magnus. That didn’t mean that Alec trusted Dorothea.

‘‘Well call her then.’‘ Jace replaced Izzy in her seat, glaring at the book crowded room.

Magnus pulled out his phone and dialed Dot’s number, quickly telling her what he needed and ending the call. Seconds later a portal materialized and Dot stepped through.

‘‘Magnus hey.’‘ She smiled sweetly at him, glancing at the other shadowhunters with apprehension. Magnus smiled refusing to acknowledge Alec’s sulk expression or the way he inched closer to Magnus.

‘‘Did you bring it?’‘ Magnus asked.

‘‘Yes, sorry it took so long, I totally forgot about it.’‘ Dot laughed, but it was short-lived as she made eye contact with the tall shdowhunter looming behind Magnus. Magnus looked between Dot and his boyfriend, he rolled his eyes and accepted the book from Dot thanking her kindly.

‘‘If there’s anything else I could help with, I’d be happy to?’‘ Dot offered.

‘‘Thank you but we can hadle it ourselves.’‘ Alec cut in placing his hand on Magnus’ waist. The group of shadowhunters behind them exchanged confused looks with one other as the event unfolded. Magnus rolled his eyes and turned to Dot smiling.

‘‘Thank you Dot, really, but there is no reason for you to get involved with shadowhunter business.’‘ Magnus added in, communicating a silent apology for Alec’s behaviour.

‘‘Well let me know if you change your mind.’‘ She suggested awkwardly.

‘‘We will.’‘ Alec responded curtly and Magnus resisted the urge to elbow him.

‘‘Bye then.’‘ Dot waved goodbye to Clary and Simon before quickly dispersing through a portal.

‘‘Biscuit, mind drawing me up this pentagram?’‘ Magnus turned to Clary showing her the page illustrating the pentagram he needed to perform the spell.

‘‘C’mon we’ll help you.’‘ Isabelle ushered them out of the room, pushing Jace foward as the blond one protested.

Magnus turned to Alec raising his eyebrows in question. Alec looked around innocently, crossing his arms.

‘‘So whtat was that all about?’‘ Magnus inquired surpressing a smile. Alec shrugged in response.

‘‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’‘ He stated simply, bussying himself by picking up a random book and flipping through the pages. Magnus laughed soflty as he closed his hands on the book Alec was holding, placing it down.

‘‘Alexander.’‘ Magnus sighed smiling, running his hands through Alec’s chest as the younger shadowhunter tried to resist looking down at Magnus. He gave up once Magnus’ hands laced behind his neck, pulling them closer together.

‘‘Fine, I-I just… well you know you told me what happened and I trust you but- well you know.’‘ Alec stuttered as a light tint of red coloured his cheekbones.

‘‘Know what?’‘ Magnus urged.

‘‘You know, I-I just, c’mon Magnus.’‘ Alec let out a frustated sigh, closing his eyes with a frown. Magnus couldn’t keep it in anymore, he started laughing placing his forhead on Alec’s shoulder as he shook with uncontrolled laughter.

‘‘Oh Alexander, I told you before, nothing happened between Dot and I, and nothing ever will.’‘ Magnus smiled up at his boyfriend with adoration.

‘‘I know that Magnus, I do, I was just…’‘Alec struggled with his words, feeling guilty for acting like an ass.

‘‘Jealous?’‘ Magnus offered and Alec looked away.

‘‘I’m sorry.’‘ Alec mumbled not looking at Magnus.

‘‘Alexander, it’s perfectly fine to feel jealous, I understand.’‘ Alec smiled greatfully at his boyfriend. Magnus laughed at his adorable boyfriend and thanked the angles for allowing this beautiful man to enter his life.

‘‘Besides, it’s kinda hot.’‘ Magnus added in kissing Alec on the nose and quickly slipping away to find Clary in he other room.

‘‘Magnus.’‘ Groaned Alec, no doubt his face drenched with hot red, as he followed his boyfriend.

Magnus span around as his boyfriend’s hands sneaked around his waist. Alec leaned his head down, capturing Magnus’ lips with his own. Magnus released a gasp of surprise before slowly sinking into the kiss releasing a plesant hum, he could feel Alec smile in victory as the shadowhunter’s hands tightened around Magnus’ waist pulling him in closer, in return Magnus’ own hands trailed their way enveloping Alec’s face with one hand and the other one stroking the back of his neck, pulling his hair gently as they continued making out, completely oblivious to the surroundings, all spells forgotten, no friends and ex’s, just Alec and Magnus, relishing each other in their tight embrace.

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So these two pictures gave me an idea. I started thinking these two versions of RandL could be the same one, just years apart. And so I came up with a whole story for these two. 

I could probably turn this into a multichapter on AO3, but I’ve got too much going on and I still wanted to share it :)

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Malfunction

Request: For Crowley X Reader weekend: could you write something where Crowley likes to fluster the reader and make them blush and then one day the reader just can’t take it anymore and kisses him before turning into a human tomato and Crowley just smirks like the handsome bastard he is? (And if you could have the reader be gender neutral? If not, that’s totally fine!) (And thank you for doing this. I’m definitely going to be on a Crowley binge for a while to try and forget that finale)

Pairing: Crowley x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, flirting

Word Count: 572

Originally posted by carryon--my--wayward--butt

“Can you hand me that lore book?” You asked Crowley, eyes focusing on your laptop as you researched for a case. Sam and Dean were in town checking out another death, leaving you alone with Crowley to figure out what this thing was. You and Crowley worked really well together; even the Winchesters had accepted that. You enjoyed being around him, but most of your time spent with him consisted of you blushing and smiling like an idiot. It wasn’t your fault! It was his and his constant teasing and flirting.

“You look tense, love,” Crowley commented as he came up beside you, placing the book on the table in front of you. His hands then moved to your shoulders, adopting a firm grip. “Need a massage?” He purred near your ear.

“W-Wait, what?” You stuttered out of surprise, even though you should have expected such flirty behavior from him. Neither of you had made the move; you were too shy and he was having too much fun making you flustered. You heard him laugh, his hands drifting from your shoulders as he moved to sit across the table from you.

“I enjoy this. I much prefer working with you rather than the pair of walking flannel,” Crowley told you, leaning forward on his forearms as he watched you flip through the lore book, the usual blush adorning your face.

You laughed a little, a smile pulling at your lips. “Oh, really? Why?” You questioned, eyes skimming down the page.

“Well, you’re intelligent, strong inside and out, definitely easy on the eyes as well,” Crowley reeled off casually, knowing the words would strike you.

“I-uh … well … thanks,” you stumbled over your response, not even knowing how to respond. His attention had a habit of making you malfunction. You spotted a helpful bit of information in one of the paragraphs, prompting you to point to the line. “Hey, look, this sounds like how the victim was killed,” you told him, scooting the book a few inches toward him.

Crowley leaned forward across the table, examining the line and instantly smiling. “Look at you, love, cracking the case,” he praised, shooting you a wink as he reached forward to give your hand a squeeze.

His touch, combined with his words, pushed you over the edge, your patience, your hesitance to express your feelings, snapping. Without a thought, you leaned forward across the table, grasping the back of his neck and capturing his lips in an abrupt kiss. You stayed still for a few moments, reveling in how soft his lips were, how his scruff grated lightly against your skin. Then you realized what you just did. You just kissed Crowley. Putting your head in a campfire would still be cooler than how hot your face was at the moment. You pulled away from him, blushing like mad as you sank back into your seat.

Being Crowley, he merely smirked at you, looking pleased at what just happened. Instead of torturing you further, he sat back in his chair and made a call. “Moose, Y/N figured out what the creature is. We’re on our way,” he spoke into the phone before hanging up and shooting a smile your way. “Come on, Detective,” he joked, standing and extending a hand out to you.

With a matching smile, lively coloring adorning your cheeks, you stood and took his hand, letting him snap you away.

I added a new item to my shop, The “Jane Austen Literature Charm Bracelet”.

“Pride and Prejudice”, “Sense and Sensibility”, and “Emma” book charms adorn the bracelet alongside faux pearls and beads. The charm bracelet is also adjustable in length!

Available at Black Flower Store on etsy.com.

Jupiter in the fourth house -  Childcare College

Jupiter in the fourth house people are exposed to education and learning from a young age. The childhood home may be adorned with books and filled with discussion about the larger meanings of life. The inner world tends to be rich and dripping with infinite wonder. Copious time may be spent alone contemplating the universe with the laws and symbols governing the masterpiece. Jupiter is the planet of travel, and the fourth house symbolizes safety and home. Maybe the individual goes on tremendous voyages internally. His inner world is a map he detours through his heritage and depths of consciousness to conquer. The fourth house works on very unconscious levels, rooting from the bloodline of his ancestors, so its like his birth had been planned for his family centuries ago.

The fourth house is the home, and everything is expanded with Jupiter. Maybe he prefers to have a big house and the happiest moments are those spent with family. The parents may have encouraged individuality and taking delight in life. They may live to make him happy. It is also possible that certain religious ideologies were forced upon him or he was given too much freedom. The individual has a glowing spirit and a genuine nature, and there is a strong attachment with family. There also tends to be an acute intuition and vivid, prophetic dream state. Finding a sense of belonging is important, and there is a richness found in everyday life that is desirable. There is a great need for solitude and privacy, and one or both of the parents likely imparts profound wisdom. His home is like a sacred temple, and this is where he feels most content and at one with the universe. He may spend a lot of time in prayer. Children’s stories and make believe can remain lifelong fascinations. Walt Disney has Jupiter in the fourth house conjunct Saturn and Mars.

The individual with Jupiter in the fourth house can have a rosy coloured retention of memories. He may decorate his home in antiques from other cultures or spiritual items. Everything that dwells on the inside is extravagant and expansive. Dane Rudyher says that the “root of life” of the personality is strong and radiant. The individual may enjoy throwing parties from home and relish in the noise of children and happy family. Financial and emotional support tends to be provided by the parents and extended family late into life and unconditionally. Jupiter is the sense of jubilation and celebration. In the fourth house, it could mean that the individual brings a great sense of joy and pleasure into his home. He could be the golden child who emanates a gentle wisdom from a young age. The Jupiter quest here is through the branches of the family tree, where he finds a home in the memories of those who stood before him.

-Cherry

[art: joe webb]

anonymous asked:

fanfiction about annabeth's school friends seeing percy for the first time? ;)

“And as I’m sure it’s clear to see,” Paul announced grandly to Annabeth, as if she were an auditorium of students, and not the only other person in the office with him.  “Goode High School is good.”

“Ooh,” Annabeth grimaced.  “That, uh.  Wow. Okay.”

She steeled herself, reviewing the wrinkled schedule in her hands for the eighth time.  Another new school?  Not really a big deal, considering what she’d been through last summer.  Still, this whole switch to an ‘ordinary’ life had been unnerving, though very worthwhile.  At least she had Percy with her.  Well, during lunch probably. They weren’t exactly on the same course levels.

Five AP’s?” Paul asked again, leading her out of the office.  “I guess I’m not surprised.”

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Unspoken Words

She’s a mystery to me. A magnificent, intelligent and beautiful mystery. The way she walks is so graceful and elegant, her imagination carving her pathway, the only way she can get through. I don’t know these things for certain, she’s never told me but I just know. I’ve never even heard her voice but then again, no one has. 

Y/n doesn’t speak, the need for her words to be spoken out loud non-existent. She can speak but chooses not to. People say she’s crazy, deranged and ungrateful, the way she has the ability to speak syllables and clusters of letters but chooses not to when others don’t have a choice.

People ask me, “What do you think, Harry?” and my answer is always the same; “I think she’s beautiful.”

No matter how perfect she seems to me, I know that there is something hidden behind her unspoken words. I don’t know why but it is my biggest goal in life to figure out what secrets she holds, what makes her smile, showing the dimples I know she has and what makes sweet tears slip from the corners of her eyes.

Maybe she just needs someone to hold her. To comfort her. To reassure her. To encourage her. To believe in her. To love her.

I can be that person, but the question is…

Would she let me?

It’s about time I acted. Do what my heart’s been telling me to do for so long. I fear if I ignore it any longer I’ll lose everything, every chance I have at making my admiration and infatuation with her known.

I raise my hand to knock on her door, it emitting a hollow noise as I look up at the quaint house that was situated on the outskirts of town, its close proximity to the woods sending a shiver down my spine.

“Hi.” I look down to see Y/n’s mum standing in the doorway to their home.

“Hello, erm, I’m Harry, I was just wondering if perhaps Y/n was home?” I question and her eyes widen, a stunned look crosses her face before flashing away in an instant.

“Ah, she is but she’s probably off in the woods somewhere.” 

“May I go look for her?” I ask politely. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t trying to make a good impression. Y/n’s mother points me in the direction she saw her last and I thank her before wandering into the solemn looking place. 

A sweet humming fills my ears and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, the softness of it, how it brings a definition through sound to the word gentle.

It doesn’t take me long to find Y/n, her back rested against a tree as melodic sounds slip past her parted lips, the many whispers never forming into words. I feel bad to disturb her but if I leave it any longer I’m afraid I’ll go insane.

“Y/n?” I mumble, trying to soften my words in an act to hopefully not scare her, it didn’t work. She jumped and turned to look at me quickly, a gasp the noise that can be heard around us as the world seems to fall silent.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I apologise,”mind if I sit?” Her head shakes ‘no’ and I take a seat beside her, listening as she breathes in deeply, her body tensing beside mine. I notice a journal set in her small hands as she lays it in her lap.

“Do you write?” I question, looking up to meet her glittering eyes that I have imagined myself getting completely and utterly lost in for hours on end. She nods lightly and I gesture my hand towards the leather book thats cover adorns a cross that’s etched into the corner.

“May I?”

She hands me the book with ease and I can tell by the look on her face that she was not expecting herself to do that, but she doesn’t make any move to retrieve it so I assume that she does not regret her subconsciously made decision.

I flick through the pages that are filled to the brim with words and stop when I come across sheets with smaller messages on them and begin to read.

“Do you even know me? Do I even know me?”

“My mind’s my only friend but it’s also a bully. A killer.”

“I never thought I’d find you. Maybe I should think more.”

“Did you come up with these?” She nods.

“Who’s this one about?” I ask, pointing to the last one I read before realising I had asked her a question I knew she could not answer.

“I’m sor-”

“You.”

Her voice is better than I could have ever imagined it. Like an angel’s voice as cliché as that sounds, but it’s true. She is an angel. My angel. 

“What?”

“You, Harry. It’s about you.”

She writes about me? Do I occupy her mind like she does mine? Does she feel the same way I do?

“Why?” She doesn’t respond, the familiar silence encasing us again as she shrugs her shoulders before looking away, trying to cover the pink that has tinted her cheeks.

Before I know what I’m doing my hands are finding their way to her chin, lifting her head to look at me before I lean down to place a soft kiss to her lips, holding my mouth in its place on hers for while, not moving, just feeling, not wanting to frighten her or push her into anything. She doesn’t move away, just flutters her eyes shut and lets an almost muted hum slip past her lips that I almost don’t catch, the sound getting somewhat lost in the cool breeze. I pull away smiling in satisfaction as she too smiles although it’s only a shy one.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” I let the question slip past my lips without a second thought, although having no regrets of what I just asked of her.

She hesitates, taken aback by my request but nods once again, this one holding a lot more meaning than the last and I cannot even begin to explain the happiness that rushes through me as I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her tightly to me, placing a small kiss to her cheek.

“Thank you.”  I whisper and press more kisses to every inch of her face, her lips releasing a giggle at the action and my heart skips a beat at the bell like ring of her laugh.

We stay like that for hours, me whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she listens intently, not saying a word as she fiddles with my fingers, tracing over them with her small ones.

“You can tell me anything and I’ll listen, Babygirl. I’ll always be here.” 

“Mine.” She whispers as her hand moves to rest softly over my heart, the pace of it speeding up under her touch as I move my hand to where her own heart beats in her chest.

“Mine.” 


This is just a short sort of imagine that I thought I’d write seeing as I’m still a bit stuck on Never Judge A Book By Its Cover. Don’t worry I’m not giving up! 

Anyway, I hope you liked this!

for spaghettiluek and seriousluke ‘s prince!5sos blurb night

Prince Luke Hemmings was the epitome of proper etiquette. Crisp white suits always adorned his broad stature, decorated in various metals from his short enlistment in the royal guard and military. His hair was styled perfectly, the blonde towering for inches on top of his head until the drooping dead ends were eventually trimmed by his careful hand.  He spoke with an eloquent, polite manner, his voice curling easily around the pronounced syllables spoken by his thick accent. Blue eyes sparkled brilliantly, effectively making every female in the kingdom swoon with the simplest flash of his crinkly eyed smile. 

He’d never quite gotten around to taking a girlfriend that he’d eventually marry. Arranged marriages had been abolished generations before, however it was still tradition to court and marry the proper lady the first time around. The public viewed this as his way of waiting out for the perfect princess. The sweet Luke the kingdom had come to know and love had all the morale and values that they’d want to marry their daughters off to. 

And in a way, they were right. Luke was stalling for the correct opportunity to publicly announce that he was drowning in love for the poster child of a princess. 

It’s just that the public nor his family knew that this model citizen was one of the maids of the castle that he’d been sneaking into his room after work shifts were over for more that a year.

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Upcycled Lamps & Lighting Ideas

Birdcage Floor Lamp: A thrift-store birdcage is paired with an old chandelier to create a unique floor lamp. Design by Joanne Palmisano

Mason Jars: Aqua and green jars are fitted with funnel tops and Edison bulbs then hung in a cluster to make a vintage-style kitchen light. Design by Brian Patrick Flynn

Wine Jug: A big bottle of vino was emptied then turned into a table lamp. The unique macramé shade adds the perfect touch of fun chic.

Library Lamp: A stack of books is sandwiched together, wired, then topped off with a wire egg basket.

Dress Form: This lamp can wear a gown for formal occasions or put on a casual frock for everyday use. Design by Joanne Palmisano

Wood Baskets Pendants: Wooden bushel baskets are repurposed as kitchen lighting. The conduits were covered in rope to give the fixtures a coastal look and to provide a nice contrast with the wallpaper-covered ceiling. Design by Brian Patrick Flynn

Globe Light: The world is dissected at the equator then the Southern Hemisphere is turned upside down to create a semicircular lampshade.

Wash Tubs: A pair of inexpensive galvanized buckets have been converted into charming patio lighting. Design by Brian Patrick Flynn

Old Pulley: A salvage-yard bracket and pulley are joined with an Edison bulb to make a rustic wall sconce. Design by Joanne Palmisano

Big Whisk: Industrial-sized bakery whisks are whipped into a stylish pair of pendants.

Tugboat Toy: A toddler’s toy is transformed into an adorable table lamp. Design by Joanne Palmisano

Lego Lamp: Have a table lamp you’re sick and tired of? Cover it with these classic building blocks.

Tall Tins: Vintage-style snack tins are stacked together to make this clever floor lamp. Design by Joanne Palmisano

Cupola Cap: The peak of a barn cupola was flipped upside down to make a rustic light fixture in a wine-friendly rec room.

Mementos: Save wine bottles from special occasions and use them to make a personalized chandelier. Before you begin the project, mark the label on each bottle with the date and event. This way you can look up at your new light fixture and reminisce about the time each bottle was enjoyed.

Architectural Salvage: Old columns are easy to find at most any salvage yard, and it is just as easy to drill a hole toward the bottom of the column and wire it to make a floor lamp with tons of character. Design by Joanne Palmisano

Bugle Lamp: A piece of a band’s brass section was repurposed into a quirky lamp.

Book Light: The pages of a book that are adorned with an elaborate typeface and detailed artwork were used to create a tiered light fixture. The book pages were fastened to the old chandelier frame using simple binder clips.

A Tisket, A Tasket: A bunch of thrift-store baskets are roped together to make a coastal-style light fixture. Only the large basket holds the bulb; the rest are just accents. Design by Joanne Palmisano

Twiggy: An old thrift-store light fixture is given a budget makeover. Tree branches and the fixture are spray-painted white then wrapped around the base of the fixture. Design by Joanne Palmisano

Narrated ‘Abu Huraira:
The Prophet ( ﷺ ) said, “Allah has cursed the lady who artificially lengthens (her or someone else’s) hair and the one who gets her hair lengthened and the one who tattoos (herself or someone else) and the one who gets herself tattooed”|
Sahih al-Bukhari, Dress
Book 77, Hadith 148
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Narrated Asma (رضي الله عنها), daughter of Abu Bakr (رضي الله عنه), reported that a woman came to Allah’s Apostle ( ﷺ ) and said:
“I have a daughter who has been newly wedded. She had an attack of smallpox and thus her hair had fallen; should I add false hair to her head?” Thereupon Allah’s Messenger ( ﷺ ) said: “Allah has cursed the woman who adds some false hair and the woman who asks for it.” |
Sahih Muslim, The Book of Clothes and Adornment
Book 38, Hadith 5687
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It was narrated from Asma (رضي الله عنها) that:
A woman came to the Messenger of Allah ( ﷺ ) and said: “O Messenger of Allah ( ﷺ ) a daughter of mine is going to get married. She got sick and her hair fell out. Is there any sin on me if I give her hair extensions?” He said: “Allah has cursed the woman who affixes hair extensions and the one who has that done.” (Sahih)|
Sunan an-Nasa’i, The Book of Adornment
Book 48, Hadith 211 
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Narrated ‘Ibn ‘Abbas:
The woman who supplies fake hair and the one who asks for it, the woman who pulls out hair for other people and the woman who depilates herself, the woman who tattoos and the one who has it done when there is no disease to justify it have been cursed.
Abu Dawud said: Wasilah means the woman who adds false hair to the hair of women. Mustawsilah means the one who asks for adding the hair to her hair. Namisah means a woman who plucks hair from the brow until she makes it thin; Mutanammisah means the woman who depilates herself ; Washimah is a woman who tattoos in the face with antimony or ink ; Mustawshimah is a woman with whom it is done.|
Sunan Abu Dawood, Combing the Hair (Kitab Al-Tarajjul)
Book 35, Hadith 12
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Narrated ‘Ibn ‘Umar that:
The Prophet ( ﷺ ) said: “Allah’s curse is upon the woman who lengthens hair and the women who seeks to have her hair lengthened, and the woman who tattoos and the woman who seeks to have her herself tattooed.”|
Jami’ at-Tirmidhi, Chapters on Manners
Book 43, Hadith 3011
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It was narrated from Ibn ‘Umar that:
The Prophet ( ﷺ ) cursed the woman who does hair extensions and the one who has that done, and the woman who does tattoos and the one who has that done. (Sahih)|
Sunan Ibn Majah, The Chapters on Marriage
Book 9, Hadith 2064

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DAY 2549

Sopaan, New Delhi               Apr  7, 2015              Tue  10:45 pm 



Rochelle, we are so grieved at the news of the passing of your dear Father .. all our prayers and condolences with you and the family ,.. be brave and strong .. we are with you ..  





I rest and sleep in the room that my father slept in here in Sopaan .. I travel through his library and his work desk where he sat for hours and years writing contemplating, thinking and putting all that he worked on into words .. his room remains and is kept the way he left it .. I rummage through some of the books , the hundreds that adorn the shelves, and then pick up his ‘rachnavali’ his autobiography, a volume of it and run through the pages , and realise in enraged fury that I have not spent anytime with him at all .. with his words with his philosophy of life and beyond, with his literature and his writing .. every word every sentence a mammoth learning .. some of it I put out early in the morning on FB and Twitter … some I shall keep to myself … its a sort of selfishness .. sharing with all what belongs to me and my blood .. but share I must .. his genius must be made vocal and available to all .. I am tempted to give up all that I involve myself in, my work my responsibilities and my insecurities, to just exist in the realm of Father’s words and works …


There is rehearsal for the event tomorrow at the Rashtrapati Bhavan, the Presidents House, the ex residence of the Viceroy of Great Britain when India was ruled by the British, the largest private residence in the world, I believe .. its an architectural marvel … and the investiture ceremony shall take place in the historic Ashoka Hall, the hall that resounds with history .. the place where Lord Mountbatten, the last Viceroy handed over the Independent charge to India, the place where the Republic of India was inaugurated and the first Indian President, Dr Rajendra Prasad was appointed …


I have been in this hall on many occasions. The two early Padma Awards for my Father and my Padma Shri were conducted here .. as also my Padma Bhushan.. then we had moved inside to the Grand Hall with its incredible ornate ceiling work, for the other Padma Awards for Jaya and Aishwarya .. this year it is back to the Ashoka Hall ..

So many memories are attached to this residence .. difficult to describe them now, without breaking some personal protocol .. so another day maybe, when it is felt by me to state those moments .. then …



What I have discovered , and to my great relief and joy is that in the pages that I have been through of my Father’s works, there are vast pages devoted to why and where and how each one of his works were written and devised .. the meanings behind the thoughts that kept pouring out ..

Thus is a blessing .. for now I hope to be able to educate myself and in turn others that could be interested in his writings … I am so happy with this .. so happy ..



As I close for the day, it is so heartening to have the family coming together for tomorrow’s investiture .. Abhishek who is shooting in Dubai, shall come in early morning tomorrow … Aishwarya and Aaradhya have just landed from Mumbai .. Navya and Agastya have come home from London school, for their Easter break and all shall be present to witness this moment  … and of course NIkhil and Shweta and Jaya .. all shall be with me in that historic hall for the morrow ..

I shall depart .. and be a part of tomorrow with you ..


My love …


Amitabh Bachchan

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The Nuremberg Chronicle (1493) is renowned for its fantastic woodcut illustrations. 

A total of 1,809 illustrations adorn the book, but only 645 woodblocks were cut.  Most of the illustrations are re-used throughout the book - some as many as 11 times!

Above are six instances of the same illustration, as seen in the copy owned by the MSU Libraries.  The same image is used to depict the cities of Damascus, Mantua, Perusia, Verona, Serraria, and Sena. 

Apparently, the accuracy of the illustration wasn’t very important!