day of month: 27

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I'm leaving for the Peace Corps in 2 days to go to Senegal for 27 months. Just wanted to say I'll miss your blog and I wish you the best.

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Adrinette Month Day 27: The Wedding

In which Nino confesses he can’t tie a tie (Adrien took care of it at his own wedding), and Alya loses her hearing.

Adrinette month was February, but I do what I want if no one else is paying me, darnit! So long as I complete the prompts, that’s all that matters!!

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Sheith Month Day 27: Knowledge

Watercolor on Cold Press Paper

Keith and Shiro are doing some deep diving to uncover the truth behind Voltron and the Lions, but they have to dig through some ancient parts of alien and human libraries. It brings back memories of Keith studying for exams and Shiro beside him, studying his training logs for his flight to Kerberos. 

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for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

Ramadan celebrations around the world

The holy month of Ramadan started on Saturday, May 27, as Muslims all over the world are began their monthlong daytime religious fast.

Ramadan is the ninth month of the 12-month Islamic calendar. It is celebrated by observing a fast every day that begins after a predawn meal, suhur, and is broken with iftar, a meal at sunset.

Here’s a look at vibrant pictures of Ramadan being celebrated around the world. (Yahoo India)

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Queens, New York

A Shiite Muslim man enters the Hussainiya prayer room during the month of Ramadan at the Al-Khoei Foundation in Jamaica, Queens, New York, May 29, 2017. (Amr Alfiky/Reuters)

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Ghouta, Syria

A man reads the Koran during Ramadan in the rebel-held eastern Damascus suburb of Ghouta, Syria, May 27, 2017. (Bassam Khabieh/Reuters)

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Tehran, Iran

A Shiite Muslim girl arrives at Imamzadeh Saleh mosque in Tajrish Square in northern Tehran on May 30, 2017, during the holy fasting month of Ramadan. (Atta Kenare/AFP/Getty Images)

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Hyderabad, India

An Indian Muslim offers prayers before breaking his fast on the first day of the holy fasting month of Ramadan at Mecca Masjid in Hyderabad, India, May 28, 2017. (AP Photo/Mahesh Kumar A.)

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Dubai, United Arab Emirates

Muslims break their fast with iftar during the holy month of Ramadan on May 29, 2017, in Dubai, United Arab Emirates. (Francois Nel/Getty Images)

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Peshawar, Pakistan

A Muslim man prays as he prepares to break the fast on the first day of the holy month of Ramadan in Peshawar, Pakistan, May 27, 2017. (Fayaz Aziz/Reuters)

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Singapore

Muslims perform tarawih prayers to mark the start of Ramadan at a mosque in Singapore, May 26, 2017. (Edgar Su/Reuters)

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Gaza City, Gaza

A Palestinian man reads verses of the Quran, Islam’s holy book, during the month of Ramadan at al-Omari mosque in Gaza City, Monday, May 29, 2017. (AP Photo/Hatem Moussa)

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Jerusalem

A Palestinian man reads the Quran in al-Aqsa Mosque, on the compound known to Muslims as al-Haram al-Sharif and to Jews as Temple Mount, in Jerusalem’s Old City during the holy month of Ramadan, May 28, 2017. (Ammar Awad/Reurters)

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Delhi, India

A Muslim man distributes free iftar (breaking of fast) meals as charity on the first day of Ramadan at the Jama Masjid (Grand Mosque) in the old quarters of Delhi, India, May 28, 2017. (Adnan Abidi/Reuters)

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Istanbul, Turkey

A Turkish army artillery unit marks the end of fasting in the historic Sultanahmet district of Istanbul, Turkey, May 27, 2017. (AP Photo/Lefteris Pitarakis)

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A Muslim woman prays after having her iftar (breaking fast) meal on the first day of Ramadan at the Jama Masjid (Grand Mosque) in the old quarters of Delhi, India, May 28, 2017. (Adnan Abidi/Reuters)

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A man in Ottoman attire poses for pictures as people break their fast in the historic Sultanahmet district of Istanbul, Turkey, May 27, 2017. (AP Photo/Lefteris Pitarakis)

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Manhattan, New York

Egyptian-American Muslim family membres pray the Maghrib prayer on the first day of Ramadan in Manhattan, May 27, 2017. (Gabriela Bhaskar/Reuters)

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Washington Square Arch is seen on the left as Muslim women praying Tarawih prayers are reflected in the window of the Islamic Center at New York University ahead of Ramadan in Manhattan, New York, May 26, 2017. (Gabriela Bhaskar/Reuters)

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A Palestinian man reads verses of the Quran, Islam’s holy book, during the month of Ramadan at al-Omari mosque in Gaza City, May 29, 2017. (AP Photo/Hatem Moussa)

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Jakarta, Indonesia

A whirling dervish performs as Muslim men wait to break their fast at Istiqlal Mosque during the second day of Ramadan in Jakarta, Indonesia, Sunday, May 28, 2017. (AP Photo/Dita Alangkara)

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Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

A man rests as he reads the Quran in a mosque during Ramadan in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, May 29, 2017. (Faisal Al Nasser/Reuters)

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Kashmir, India

Kashmiri Muslims read verses from the Quran, Islam’s holy book, inside the shrine of Shah-e-Hamdan during the holy month of Ramadan in Srinagar, Kashmir, May 29, 2017. (AP Photo/Mukhtar Khan)

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Brooklyn, New York

Muslims shop for decorations ahead of the first day of Ramadan in Brooklyn, New York, May 26, 2017.
(Amr Alfiky/Reuters)

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Islamabad, Pakistan

A boy learns to read the Quran at a mosque during the holy month of Ramadan, in Islamabad, Pakistan, May 29, 2017. (Faisal Mahmood/Reuters)

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Indonesian Muslims pray on the first day of Ramadan at Istiqlal Mosque in Jakarta, Indonesia, May 26, 2017. (Beawiharta/Reuters)

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An elderly man checks a traditional Ramadan lantern before buying it to mark the holy month of Ramadan at the main market in Gaza City, May 25, 2017. (AP Photo/Adel Hana)

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Muslims are silhouetted as they scan the horizon for a crescent moon that will determine the beginning of the holy fasting month of Ramadan at a mosque in Jakarta, Indonesia, May 26, 2017. (AP Photo/Achmad Ibrahim)

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A worker decorates the yard of a coffee shop on the main beach road one day ahead of the holy month of Ramadan, in Gaza City, May 26, 2017. (AP Photo/Adel Hana)

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Lahore, Pakistan

Workers wash the courtyard of a mosque in preparation for Ramadan in Lahore, Pakistan, May 27, 2017. (AP Photo/K.M. Chaudary)

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North Sumatra, Indonesia

Students perform a prayer on the first day of the holy fasting month of Ramadan at Ar-Raudlatul Hasanah Islamic boarding school in Medan, North Sumatra, Indonesia, May 27, 2017. (AP Photo/Binsar Bakkara)

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Muslim men pray in a mosque on the third day of Ramadan in Jakarta, Indonesia, May 29, 2017. (AP Photo/Tatan Syuflana)

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A Muslim woman reads the Quran in a mosque on the third day of Ramadan in Jakarta, Indonesia, May 29, 2017. (AP Photo/Tatan Syuflana)

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Kashmiri Muslims read verses from the Quran, Islam’s holy book, inside the shrine of Shah-e-Hamdan during Ramadan in Srinagar, Kashmir, May 29, 2017. (AP Photo/Mukhtar Khan)

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Men reads verses of the Quran, Islam’s holy book, during Laylat al-Qadr prayers during Ramadan at al-)mari mosque in Gaza City, May 29, 2017. (AP Photo/Hatem Moussa)

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Muslims gather at the Badshahi Mosque for the iftar meal during Ramadan in Lahore, Pakistan, May 29, 2017. (AP Photo/K.M. Chaudary)

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Karachi, Pakistan

Commuters travel past plates of food placed for passersby to break their fast during Ramadan in Karachi, Pakistan, May 29, 2017. (Akhtar Soomro/Reuters)

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Ajmer, India

A boy cleans the religious pictures for sale at a shop during Ramadan outside the shrine of Sufi saint Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti in Ajmer, India, May 29, 2017. (Himanshu Sharma/Reuters)

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Karbala, Iraq

Men read the Quran at the Imam Hussein shrine during the Muslim holy month of Ramadan in the city of Karbala, Iraq, May 29, 2017. (Stringer/Reuters)

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ML Fluff Month Day 27 || Profound Confession

Marinette admits some things while Chat is sleeping. Then Chat admits some things because he wasn’t sleeping and heard everything Marinette said.

Rated G || 540 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Sharing Secrets

It was a typical night for Marinette. She was seated at her desk, working on her designs while she listened to Chat Noir’s deep breathing from where he’d fallen asleep on her chaise. She felt a small smile grow on her face as he began to purr.

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Black history month day 27: Catholic saint Josephine Bakhita.

Josephine Margaret Bakhita was born around the year 1869 in the western Sudanese region of Darfur. She belonged to the prestigious Daju people and lived a prosperous and comfortable life until sometime between the age of seven and nine when she was kidnapped by Arab slave traders.

Josephine was forced to walk barefoot about 600 miles to El Obeid and was already sold and bought twice before she arrived there. Over the course of twelve years she was resold again three more times and then given away. During this time she was forcibly converted to Islam. Due to the trauma of her childhood she forgot her given name and took another one, bakhita, Arabic for lucky.

Josephine spent much of her time under cruel masters who beat and abused her. Eventually she was taken by new masters to Italy where she became the nanny of their children and was treated well. While on a trip, her masters left her in the care of the Canossian Sisters of Venice. But when they returned to get Josephine, she firmly refused to leave. When her masters tried to force the issue, the superior of the Catechumenate that she attended complained to the Italian authorities. On 29 November 1889 an Italian court ruled that because the British had induced Sudan to outlaw slavery before Josephine’s birth and because Italian law did not recognize slavery, she had never legally been a slave.

Finally Josephine was free and was baptized into the Catholic Church, receiving communion from the future Pope Pius X. Josephine lived out her days as a dedicated Sister in Italy. When asked what she would do if she were to ever meet her captors again, she replied: “If I were to meet those who kidnapped me, and even those who tortured me, I would kneel and kiss their hands. For, if these things had not happened, I would not have been a Christian and a religious today”

anonymous asked:

My favourite AU hasn't been written yet. Severus decides to transfer to Ilvermony after SWM where people realise he's a genius and get him the help he needs. People notice how the new kid is jumpy and has his wand out as if he expects an attack. They break the oath he's under and are horrified to learn the whole story. He does really well in potions and spell creation. His ability with Occlumency gets notice and Queenie comes by, they talk excitedly and try to teach other their respective gifts.

Last Chapter Update

Whoo. My week has been packed and I am very tired and ouchy. I also just spent the last hour and a half doing some major Home organizing and crunched  some numbers according to my plot outline:

There are 57 drawings remaining; 27 of those are absolutely essential and must be included in the last chapter. I just counted my drawings and I have 30 (almost 31!) finished.

Which brings us back to my original claim back in August that the last chapter would have 60 drawings (31+27 = close enough). The drawings that aren’t essential would be adorable and funny, but I think I will have to omit them since… Since I don’t want to post the last chapter in 2021.

Soooooo according to my calculations, since it takes me about 4 days (14-24 solid hours) to complete one drawing, it will take me 108 days to finish the last essential 27…. AKA, 3.5 months. Factoring in family dinners and other distractions, I’ll round up to four months. So…

New estimate: Chapter 18 will be posted in late June.

A few have already started proclaiming their disapproval/lost interest due to the time I’ve spent already. I really want you, my beautiful and kind readers, to know that it pains me dearly to delay the last chapter as long as I am, but I’m adamant about ending Home right. These drawings are very warm, colorful and detailed, and it will wrap up everything in the best, fuzziest, happiest way.

Thank you for your endless patience ♥