meridamccool  asked:

The characters you draw and the colors you use are honestly so beautiful. I was wondering if you work as an artist full time? As in, are there places where we can see your work, such as a comic book? Also, do you have any characters with hijabs or headscarves? Anyway, keep up the great work!

Hi, thanks so much! Yes, I art full time! Well, half the day is correspondance, and the other half is art, but it’s my day job. c:

Sorry to say I don’t have any personal art of girls wearing hijabs, but have helped illustrate a character wearing one for a doll line called Woke Girls :D

I do have two girls with generic head scarves, though :

anonymous asked:

I miss harry's looooooong hair. 😢

i’ve sat on replying to this until i could form a coherent thought about his hair, and as much as I agree with you, because we get looks like this

and look at those curls

my god his hair is beautiful

and his long hair with a beanie killed me

the beauty of his hair




A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.

Oh and it’s smutty…

“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”

“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.

You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.

He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.

You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.

“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”

It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.

“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”

“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.

You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.

Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.

He pressed the button again.



Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.

Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.

“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.

“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”


“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.

“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”

“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”

Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.


He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”

“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”

You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.

He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.

You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.

“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Afraid not.”

“What about Derek? Could he come out?”

As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”

“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”

“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”

Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.

“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”

He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.

“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”

He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.

“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”

“Well at least we won’t starve.”

Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.

You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.

You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.

“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.

“My hands… ”

“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.

“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.

“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”

“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”

He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”

“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”

“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.

Body heat.

But it worked better when it was skin on skin.

Fuck it.

Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.

“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.

He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.

“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”

He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.

Okay. Whatever.

You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.

As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.

“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.

“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”

“I know. But….just don’t.”

“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.

“It’s.. not that.”

“Then what?”

He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”




“You think I’m attractive?”

“I’m not blind, Y/N.”


You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.

“Stop it.” He hissed at you.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”

“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”

You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.


“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”

When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.

“You think…. Me? Really?”

“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.

Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”

He nodded.

“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”

He gulped before licking his lips.

“I’m game.” He whispered.


Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.

Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.

“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.

He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.

Oh god..

Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.

You just never thought you’d act on it.

You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.

You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.

Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.

It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.

Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.

Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.

“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.

“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.

“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.

“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.

“Spence… Fuck.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.

You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.

“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.

“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.

“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.

Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.

“Do we….. ?” He asked.

“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.

“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.

“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.

Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.

Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”

He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.

“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”

“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”

Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.

“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.

It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.

You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.


“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”

You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.

“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”

“Okay, good.”

“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”

“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”

You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.

“I know Spencer… I know. ”

Out of Respect (Lin/Reader)

Prompt: Again, not requested, just inspired by what’s going on in the world today.

Author’s Note: The reader is obviously female and Muslim in this case. I’m all for more diversity in the x reader world.

I want to give a shoutout to @anonnymousefangirl for helping me out to make sure that everything was accurate!

I did a lot of research on this to make absolutely sure that A) everything is accurate and B) I didn’t accidentally offend someone. There are a lot of things some of you might not understand or be familiar with. That’s a-okay. If there’s anything you’re totally lost on, you can send me an ask and I’ll try to explain or you can google it for yourself. The information is out there!

It should be noted that removing the hijab off of a woman who chooses to wear it for religious purposes is kind of the equivalent of pulling a shirt off of someone. It’s inappropriate, especially in public, and the person will want to cover up.

You’d think this kind of thing wouldn’t happen in New York, but I’ve heard stories similar to this from children at a school I used to work at. Even this city isn’t free of prejudice.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader

Summary: You are a hijabi (a woman who wears a hijab) headed to work one morning on the subway. A white man comes on, screaming and cursing about your religion before tearing your hijab off. Thankfully, one of the other passengers offers help—at least as much as he can.

Rating: T for racist or otherwise triggering words and phrases like “muslim terrorist”. 9/11 is also referenced.

Warnings: Some nazi references and the above.

Words: 1300

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Okay but just imagine:

James with his quidditch jersey and dark-rimmed glasses and messy, spiked up hair that you just want to run your fingers through and a beanie and a baggy sweatshirt that he lets you borrow

Sirius with his old leather jacket that smells like him and band tees that you steal and wear and tight, black pants and black boots and immaculate hair that looks effortless that you sometimes braid flowers into

Remus with his fuzzy, too-big sweaters that you take and wear because it reminds you of him and blue jeans and scruffy hair in a constant state of bed-head and thick scarves that he wraps around you when you’re out in the cold

Just imagine them honestly they’re all so perfect

Small things I do to worship the Theoi

So I don’t always have super high energy levels.  Between school, work, depression, and other stuff, I’m not always at my best to worship the theoi, but I do try to do something small every day.

Small things I do to keep the theoi in my life:

  • I libate a portion of the first thing I drink to Hestia, Zeus, Hera, and Kore (and any other theoi on relevant days based on the lunar calendar and Hesiod’s Works and Days).  It’s usually water, since I’m trying to drink more water and there’s science to show that drinking water in the morning after you wake up is good for you.  I know water isn’t the most traditional beverage, but since I don’t drink wine (watered down or no) for breakfast, water gets the job done. 
  • I blow kisses to Selene whenever I see Her in the sky.  It may seem irreverent but I get a real sense of peace (and pure joy) when I do.
  • I take a moment to greet Helios when I see the sun (not often, these days, because it’s cloudy all the time, but… when I can).
  • I offer the first slice of a loaf of bread to Hestia and Demeter
  • I buy flowers on a bi-weekly basis for Hestia. Nothing super fancy, since I’m a broke student, but my grocery store usually sells beautiful $5 bouquets of flowers
  • I wear headbands or head scarves to minimize miasma while I’m at home, since I live in a community where wearing headscarves in the way I’d like to would get me more than a few suspicious looks.
  • I regularly clean my house and devote the activity to Hestia.
  • I dedicate nights out with friends to Dionysos.
  • I star-gaze as a devotional activity to Nyx and Asteria.
  • I pursue my career as a devotional activity to Zeus, Demeter, Athena, and Dike.

These are just small things that I do.  What sort of small activities do you like to do to worship the Theoi?

Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 7)

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Part 6

**Word Count 2,129

Harry was now back in the UK and was headed to see you. He couldn’t believe how much he missed you the past week while he was in LA. You two went over a year without seeing one another, but this last week was miserable for him. It didn’t help that he was worried sick about you and the baby and the fact that you and his mom were still on the outs. 

To keep his mind off of being away from you, Harry had picked up some new parenting books and read them before bed and on the plane. Reading all the books sort of put his mind at ease at the whole parenting thing, but it also made it more nervous because there was a lot

When he pulled into the driveway of his mom’s house, he parked his car and got out. After getting his bags from the back, he walked inside. His Mom and Robin were nowhere to be found, so he headed up to his old room and opened the door. 

Right as he opened the door, he caught sight of you on the floor doing some sort of yoga pose. He smirked a bit as he watched you before making it known that he was there. 

“Hey, baby,” he smiled. 

“Jesus!” You gasped holding your chest. “Way to fucking sneak up on someone.” 

“Sorry,” he laughed dropping his bags on the floor and walking over to you. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be back for a few hours,” you said. “I would have looked better than this.” 

“I caught an earlier flight and you look fine,” he smiled wrapping his arms around you. “God, I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” you smiled leaning up to kiss him. 

He smiled into the kiss and pulled you even closer towards him. He laughed and picked you up, spinning you around causing you giggle. 

“So, how are feeling?” He asked. 

“I’m doing well. That tea really helped with nausea,” you smiled. 

“I’m glad,” he smiled bringing you over to the bed. He put his hand on your belly and kissed your head. “Are you hungry? I could see what Mum has in the kitchen and cook us up some dinner.” 

“No, you’ve been traveling all day, I can do it,” you said. 

“No, I don’t mind, really,” he smiled. 

You sighed. “Okay, okay.” 

He smiled. “I’m just going to get changed and then I’ll start,” he said. 

You nodded and sat back on the bed. Harry grabbed his suitcase and grabbed some clothes before changing. You tried not to make it obvious that you were staring, so you started scrolling on your phone. 

“Has anything gotten better with my Mum?” He asked. 

“Yes, and no,” you mumbled. 

He looked at you with a care to elaborate look and you sighed. “We’ve been cordial since that one conversation, but we’re not exactly talking about anything.” 

He sighed climbing up on the bed next to you. “I’m sorry,” he sighed. 

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered. 

He sighed wrapping his arms around you. “I know you don’t want me to talk to her, but I’m going to, okay? I don’t want this to continue between the two of you anymore. You both are special to me and whether she likes it or not, you’re going to be in my life for the rest of my life and not just because we’re having a little one together, but because I want you there,” he whispered. 

“She’s just worried that I’m going to ruin your life,” you sighed. “And I can’t blame her, to be honest. This is possible the worst year to be having a baby…” 

“Don’t say that,” he shook his head. “Will it be hard for us to figure things out especially since I’ll be on tour, yes, but it doesn’t mean that it won’t be worth it. And I really need you to stop worrying about what my Mum thinks. I can see that what she’s saying is getting to you.” 

“Because I’m afraid that she’s going to be right,” you sniffled. “I just don’t want you to ever look back and wish you never made that call a few months ago.” 

Harry turned to face you and took your head in his hands to make you look at him. “I love you, Y/N. God, I’m fucking in love with you and I have been for years. When are you going to realize that you are the only person I want in my life? The only thing that I regret about making that call to you, was that I didn’t do it sooner than a few months ago. I’m never going to look back and wish that night never happened. I’m happy with you and fucking estatic that we’re having a baby. I don’t want anything that my Mum is saying to make you question my feelings for you or why I’m with you.” 

You sighed. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

Harry wiped away your tears with his thumb and kissed you. “It’s okay, I know that you’re going through a lot and I’m sorry I wasn’t here this last week for you, but I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.” 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

“And I love you,” he smiled. 


The next morning Harry woke up before you. He slipped out of bed and walked quietly downstairs. He knew his Mum’s routine, she would be the first one up in the house and have a cup of tea in the morning before making breakfast. When he went into the kitchen, he saw her sitting outside in the backyard. 

He made himself some tea before heading outside to join her. 

“Morning,” he said softly sitting in the chair across from her. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” she smiled. “Did you sleep well?” 

“I did,” he smiled. “It’s good to be home.” 

“I’m glad you’re home,” she smiled taking a sip of her tea. 

“Can we talk?” Harry sighed. 

“Of course,” she said. “You know we can talk about anything.” 

“First I want to thank you for being there for Y/N this week,” he said. 

“You’re welcome,” she said. 

“I really hoped that her being here would have given you two the opportunity to start repairing your relationship, but I know that it’s only made it worse. She told me what you said and I know how you feel about her and our situation, but Mum… I can’t have you and my girlfriend disliking each other,” he sighed. 

“I’m not sure exactly what she told you I said to her, but I will say what I told her was how I truly felt,” she said. 

“And you’re entitled to your opinion, but that doesn’t make it true,” he said. “Y/N and our baby aren’t going to ruin my life or my career. I know that Y/N and I have a past of ups and downs and breakups and makeups, but this time we’re in this for the long haul. And it’s not just because we’re having a baby together. it’s because we love each other,” he said. “She’s the one for me Mum and I’m just asking you to please just set your feelings aside and actually see how we feel about one another.”

She sighed. “I’ve heard this all before Harry. Do you know how many times you’ve said in the past that you two are going to work things out? And then you two broke up and you were broken. If that happened now, I know that you would be beyond devasted and there’s a kid to think about.” 

Harry shook his head. “Yes, there’s a kid to think about, Y/N’s already pregnant, so there’s no going back from that because we’ve decided to keep. Now, yes there is a chance given our history that this time it might not work out, but that is our decision. It’s our relationship and our life and you just need to accept that. Y/N’s pregnant and she already has to worry about what the entire fucking world thinks about her, so she shouldn’t have to worry about what my Mum thinks about her,” he sighed. 

“I’m only like this because I love you, sweetheart and I want what’s best for you,” she sighed. 

“I know you do, Mum, but right now what’s best for me is that you give Y/N and I a chance and move on from our past and what you think might happen between us,” he sighed. 

“You’re right,” she sighed. “I’ll do everything I can to make things right.” 

“Thank you,” he smiled hugging her tightly. 

“I can’t believe my baby is gonna have a baby,” she laughed wiping her eyes. 

“I know, but I couldn’t be happier about it,” he smiled. “When I was in LA, I bought all these parenting and baby books,” he laughed. 

“Oh my god,” she laughed shaking her head. “This is really happening isn’t it?” 

“Yeah, it is,” he smiled. 


That afternoon Harry packed up a nice picnic lunch and grabbed a nice blanket to set up in a special part of the backyard. Once everything was packed up he went out back and set everything up, before going back into the house and getting you. 

“Wait!” he said wrapping one of his old head scarves around your head to cover your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” You laughed. 

“It’s a surprise,” he said taking your hand. “I’ll lead you, so don’t worry.” 

“I’m pretty sure that’s what the killer says to their victim,” you joked. 

He laughed.” You’ve been binge watching Criminal Minds again haven’t you?” 

“Maybe…” you said innocently. 

He shook his head as he helped you outside and over to the blanket and basket of food. 

“Okay, now open,” he said taking the scarf off. 

You saw a huge blanket, flowers, and food all scattered out. You smiled widely before looking over at Harry. 

“You did this?” You asked. 

“Don’t sound so shocked,” he joked. 

“No, I just when did you do this?” You asked. 

“Oh, I just threw this together,” he smirked. 

You laughed sitting down and he joined you before getting the food out and you both started eating. 

“This is nice,” you smiled leaning up against him after you finished eating. “Thank you for this.” 

“Anything for you,” he said kissing your head. 

You smiled looking up at him. “So, I think there are some things we should probably talk about,” you said. 

He nodded and looked down at you. 

“Well, we should probably figure out where we’re going to live, so that I can get find a doctor and get started to seeing them on a regular basis,” you said. “I mean, I assume that we’d live together right?” 

“I don’t want to be away from you if I don’t have to,” he said. “So, yeah, I want to live with you,” he smiled. 

“But where is the question? I mean I have my house in LA, but I know you’ve been staying in the UK for a while,” you said. 

“Where do you feel more comfortable?” He asked. 

“I’m fine with either one,” you said. “The only thing is my family. We’d have to make sure they’re able to fly out when we need them if we’re here, but it would be the same with your family if we were in LA.” 

“True,” he nodded. 

“Where would you prefer?” You asked. 

“Um, honestly, I’d prefer London,” he said. 

You smiled,”Then London it is.” 

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Yeah, it might be nice to get out of LA and we definitely wouldn’t have to worry about paps as much being in London compared to LA,” you said. “And we don’t need another incident like the other night.” 

“If that ever happened again…” he said annoyed. 

“Hey,” you said. “Don’t get worked over it.” 

“It’s hard not too,” he sighed. 

“I know, but it’s over with,” you whispered. 

He nodded and put his hand on your belly. “How do you feel about your talk with my Mum?” He asked. 

“Better. I mean it’s not going to change overnight, but I feel better after our last talk than the ones before,” you admitted. 

“I’m glad,” he smiled. 

“Thank you for talking to her,” you whispered. 

“You’re welcome,” he said. “I just want you two to get along and for you not worry about her.” 

You smiled and laid down on the ground pulling Harry down with you. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I love you,” you whispered poking his nose. 

He laughed. “I love you too,” he smiled. 

You scooted closer to him and the two of you fell asleep right there in the middle of the garden. 

**This was sort of a filler update, I’ll be fast-forwarding a bit in next week’s update! :) 

Minneapolis Gothic
  • No one knows exactly how many lakes there really are. The number seems to change frequently.
  • There’s a giant spoon in the middle of a field. We don’t know what it’s for. Children play on it.
  • Extensive bike paths are woven throughout the city. They make for a quick escape.
  • Another city lies just beyond the river. We’re conjoined communities, but they have authority over us. We don’t like to speak of them.
  • Minneapolis was once celebrated for its many thriving mills. One of them exploded, and we decided to keep it that way.
  • They invent new kinds of apples here. The names are getting increasingly strange. They’ll run out of words eventually.

And then, sometimes, it gets cold.

  • You see vague, unidentifiable objects frozen in the ice. You’re not sure you actually want to know.
  • The winter air sucks the life from you. Your hands are never warm. You can feel the bones in yours legs grind together as you flee for shelter.
  • Take a walk downtown, but don’t let the weather touch you. The Skyways thrum with our footfalls, our breathing.
  • A clear blue sky is cause for dread.
  • You visit the Mall of America for a little holiday shopping. The air here is heated with human bodies.
  • Gargantuan icicles jut precariously over the sidewalk. Everyone keeps their eyes down, on the watch for black ice. It’s just a matter of time before the inevitable.
  • You glimpse a figure in the distance, wrapped head-to-toe in scarves and shawls. A gust of wind, and they’re gone. You make your way, carefully, to where they stood, but you find no footprints.
  • Noise and light and garish sweaters. Vitamins and special lamps. We use these things to keep the void at bay. The sun will rise again. The ice will thaw.
  • Your skin is dry, cracked and bleeding. You’ve run out of lotion, but more snow is coming in. Do you have time to make it to the store and back? You stare out the window as you consider, rubbing the raw skin of your fingers.
  • But the summers are worth it.

hey guys, this is my first bnha/erasermic fic and im super excited to put this out there/continue making content for this fandom! <3 please feel free to reblog and leave feedback, and as always i appreciate the support!

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The school bell rings but he’s already out of his desk, back pressed loose like a cat against the wall, a slouch he’s been working on perfecting ever since he got the results back from his final exam. He’s a pro now, after all. A paid keeper of the peace. The next two years will be all about training his body, honing his skills. Showing the agencies that he is the best of the best.

He tries not to seem too cocky, but it’s hard when the sun is shining down hard on his face, licking behind his ears and neck, crawling down his shirt. Nemuri had scolded him about the uniform–the white tee-shirt and simple black jeans. Red trainers, leather belt. She’d said he didn’t look like a hero at all, more like the frontman of a boyband cruising.

He feels like a hero, with his headphones jammed in his ears, with the modified choker around his neck. It’s an amp in actuality, the kind that channels his soundwaves into a blast so powerful that it can strip the paint from the walls. Any villain would be sorry to be on the receiving end of his melodies. Woe be the fool who came at him when he was hyped on his killer track.

The song is playing through the buds of his earphones now, the guitar solo shredding as Sekijiro regals their circle with the details of his final verbal test in French language class. Ryo is listening intently, a smile plastered on his long face as Nemuri rocks on the balls of her feet.

Hizashi’s eyes are wandering, searching the room for a frazzled head of hair, a pair of yellow goggles–

Shouta is sitting closer than he expected, perched like a crow on the edge of his desk. There’s a book open in his lap. A manual for advanced French. He’s got his hair tucked back behind his ears, which Hizashi can’t help but notice are sweetly small and sort of sunburned at the tops. He’s shrouded in clothes, too many for the time of year. Two sweaters at least, and a long wool scarf. The fabric hangs off his compact body, drowning him in black folds and white ribbons.

From faraway, he seems younger than the other boys. Shy. A shrinking violet.

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anonymous asked:

What's the term for those head scarves old ladies wear? We tend to call them 'babushka' in America *embarrassed face*

No worries, all those highly specific words are always the hardest part of a vocabulary! 

The term for a head scarf is 

платОк [platOk]

Sometimes you may find a word for shawl
Шаль [shal’]

“Every afternoon little and big girls, uniformed in skinny black trousers, knee-length coats and white head scarves pour out of school, joyfully filling the city’s streets. These adorable Afghan girls crowd around street vendors and into shops for after-school treats.” (x)

The top five groups when discussing Muslims and Islam - Where do you sit?

Muslim Conservatives 

Muslim Conservatives believe that Islam is perfect and that the Hadith and the Quran as a whole contain no errors. They view liberalism as a Western invention incompatible with their interpretation of the faith. They believe there is a cosmic war going on between the Muslim world and the West. They won’t blow you up any time soon but whether they be Salafist or Wahhabi, they often tend to support violent jihad against the West, including violence against civilians. Few in this group engage with Western media; they are far more active in Arab and Urdu media such as Aqra Channel, Al Jazeera Arabic and the like.

Muslim Moderates

Muslim Moderates also consider Islam to be perfect and the Quran and the Hadith to be inerrant. They like Conservative Muslims still believe punishment is necessary for anyone who questions Muhammad or the Quran, Canada’s a perfect example of moderate Muslims still being advocates for blasphemy law and Sharia law. However, they don’t as often follow the Quran that advocate violent jihad and they try to deny that any link exists between jihad and Islam. They are frequently seen in Western media, especially television, stating that Islam is a religion of peace, that terrorism has nothing to do with Islam, and that terrorist groups are un-Islamic. Their views on human rights cover a broad spectrum, from advocating public killing of gays to welcoming gays as equal citizens and from defending women’s right to wear head scarves to requiring them by law. Many have been educated enough to understand the West is not their enemy, but some justify jihad as a way of addressing grievances against Western imperialism and the West’s support for Israel. In the main, Muslim Moderates argue that terrorist groups such as ISIS, al-Qaeda, and Boko Haram have nothing to do with Islam and that those who speak out against it are motivated by racism, hatred of minorities or bigotry. Some Muslim Moderate organizations have high profiles in Western media, often acting as public-relations firms and lobby groups for Muslim communities. Examples include the Council on American–Islamic Relations (CAIR), the Islamic Society of North America (ISNA), and CAGE in the United Kingdom. Prominent Muslim Moderates often seen on television include Linda Sarsour, Dean Obeidallah, Murtaza Hussain and Mahdi Hassan.

Muslim Reformers

Muslim Reformers either don’t consider the Quran to be perfect and the literal word of Allah or concede that some of its commandments are not applicable in the twenty-first century. They try to rally against extremist interpretations and to create new ones more in keeping with modern liberal values. They accept that there is a link between radical interpretations of Islam and terrorism. Many of them advocate for liberal government and separation of religion and state. Prominent individual Muslim Reformers include Maajid Nawaz, Asra Nomani, and Irshad Manji.

Pseudo-Liberal Apologists 

Pseudo-Liberal Apologists are mainly non-Muslim white liberals, they suck up and agree with Moderate Muslims argument that terrorist groups such as ISIS, al-Qaeda and Boko Haram have nothing to do with Islam and are either a result or a creation of Western imperialism. Pseudo-Liberal Apologists tend to agree that Islam is a peaceful religion and that those who speak out against it are motivated by racism, hatred of minorities or bigotry, or hold a neoconservative imperialist agenda and desire to kill all Muslims and steal resources from Muslim-majority countries… They tend to think that the greatest enemy of world peace is Western capitalism, a view they share with many Moderate and Conservative Muslims. Pseudo-Liberal Apologists tend to receive a lot of media attention; in U.S media, members of this group receive the most attention of any of the six groups. Examples include Glenn Greenwald, Reza Aslan and Chris Stedman. 

Genuine Critics of Islam 

Genuine Critics of Islam are mainly progressives, some of them atheists, who think that there is a connection between some interpretations of the religion and bad or violent behavior. They share many agreements with Muslim Reformers. Some tend to think that Islam in the twenty-first century represents a special case, and some do not. They are acutely aware of extremist groups in the Muslim world and around the globe and see a clear link between violence and some interpretations of the fundamentals of Islam. They view Islam itself as a major reason human rights are poorly upheld in most majority-Muslim countries. Most are also very critical of Christianity but are likely to argue that the Enlightenment has had a “buffering” effect on Christianity that Islam has yet to undergo, leaving Islam in need of enlightenment or reformation. They tend to differentiate between Islam as a set of ideas and interpretations and Muslims as people. Often, they mostly rely on statistics to resist making generalizations about Muslims as a whole. Prominent examples include Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, Bill Maher, Salman Rushdie, Ali A. Rizvi, Aki Muthali, Sarah Haider and many others. 

Awabi uchidash (embossed in shape of seashell) kawari (eccentrically shaped) kabuto, 18th century, made from a single sheet of iron.

Kabuto (兜, 冑) is a type of helmet first used by ancient Japanese warriors, and in later periods, they became an important part of the traditional Japanese armour worn by the samurai class and their retainers in feudal Japan.

Note that in Japanese language the word kabuto is an appellative, not a type description, and can refer to any combat helmet.

During the Momoyama period of intense civil warfare, kabuto were made to a simpler design of three or four plates, lacking many of the ornamental features of earlier helmets. To offset the plain, utilitarian form of the new helmet, and to provide visibility and presence on the battlefield, armorers began to build fantastic shapes on top of the simple helmets in harikake (papier-mâché mixed with lacquer over a wooden armature), though some were constructed entirely of iron. These shapes mimicked forms from Japanese culture and mythology, including fish, cow horns, the head of the god of longevity, bolts of silk, head scarves, Ichi-no-Tani canyon, and axe heads, among many others. Some forms were realistically rendered, while others took on a very futuristic, modernist feel.

anonymous asked:

this might be a stupid question but is hijab style veiling limited to Muslims?

wait i have a better worded question, is there any head coverings specific to Hellenistic worshiping? Like is there anything that wouldn’t scream culture appropriation?

I’m actually gonna answer both of these, because they’re both good–and entirely different–questions. They’re gonna go under a read more though because of length and room-gobbling images.

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Women And Girls…..

I was lucky to be able to freely photograph here–it was the nature of this particular street. Families, people out and engaged with each other, and for the most part accepting of me. There were a few women that, because of our striking differences in background, were not able to understand why I would be there with a camera. Women that spend their lives without the benefit of education or opportunities of any kind that are commonplace in other parts of the world. I was unable to photograph them….I think if I had more time in Istanbul and was determined to make my way into this neighborhood it would have been possible to gain trust, enabling me create an essay on the lives here that would offer more insight. I say possible, but I don’t know if I can use the word probable. Women are viewed very differently in other cultures, by men and unfortunately by the women themselves. To see me, behaving entirely independently and without the constraints of dress and social customs may well have been too great a rift. I’m not sure that I could’ve created a comfort zone….it’s possible that resentment would have been too powerful to overcome. The men in the neighborhood, who enjoy much greater social freedom, were able to interact with me, and offered me tea, a chair to sit in outside, and made great efforts to translate our mix of languages (Arabic, English, Kurdish, Turkish). But the women….are left out of these social gatherings on corners and outside businesses. They are caring for children, cooking, and talking amongst themselves. As I walked past small clusters of them, heads covered with colorful scarves tied behind the head and under the hair, and wearing long, flowered skirts, it was clear that I was in a much different place in the world. I felt oddly privileged, in this place….and I felt almost ashamed. In a place like Paris, in areas like the Place Vendôme, I feel very much the pauper. But here, my status as a western female with an entirely different outlook on life, with an opposite set of expectations about my prospects and potential, and the body language that my mindset projects, I am a completely unknown entity. Although I was desperate to make an attempt to approach, there was no gap in the curtains that separated us, and no ray of light for me to use as a guide.