i love it when does it come back

this is so fucking random but when are all of you going to stop sleeping on ryeowook ????? lmao ?????? he’s in the army now but when he comes back yall better be @ his feet because I’m tired of none of you realizing that he time after time saves super junior’s lame comebacks like he does it singlehandedly…mamacita ??? his live ??? his impeccable live that was louder than the background music easily made the song 100x better than it was n his solo album ??? stellar, but did yall listen ??? no you didn’t because you don’t love him n u never found him beautiful like I always did. I’m sorry that he has a humor that not everyone gets n to be real SUPER JUNIOR KRY is legendary n the fact that everyone only ever supports kyuhyun is a shame because BOTH yesung n ryeowook’s solo albums were iconic, every song a banger but did yall listen ?????? NO !!!!!!

Hard Eyes: Part 3

Originally posted by harleenfrancesqvinzel

Prompt: Batmom that was former suicide squad? 

Words: 938

Part 1 , Part 2 


    “I’m sorry, but this is just crazy.”

    You grin at your second oldest son, “And why is me going for a spa weekend crazy?”

    Jason scowls, “Not that! You leaving Penelope with Dick! She likes me more.”

    From down the hall you hear Dick yell back, “She does not!”

    You do your best to hide your chuckle but you don’t quite succeed. Straightening you sling your duffle bag over your shoulder and say, “Dick is in charge because I can trust him to keep the fighting to a minimum. When I come back from this weekend I would like all of my children to be alive and intact without any internal bleeding. And Jason, as much as I love you sweetheart, you like to stir the pot.”

    Jason crosses his arms against his chest and asks, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    You grin. “That I know it was you who broke Tim’s computer and not Damian. And that you tricked Tim into thinking it was Damian so that a fistfight would break out in the middle of the New Year’s Gala, so that you could sneak off without anyone noticing. I’m here to tell you that I did notice.”

    Jason just shrugs, “Alright so I don’t like Tim and the demon spawn all the time, but I love my sister, and if Dick has her he’s going to invite Barbara over and they’re going to place make believe house, and I’ll die from fluff overload.”

You kiss your son’s cheek, “Then I suggest not stirring the pot next time.”  

Without another word you leave the room, a pouting Jason on your heels. You make your way downstairs and let out a sharp whistle. The boys come into the foyer a minute later.

Setting your bag on the floor you lay out the rules. “All right I will be gone a week. This spa I’m going to doesn’t allow electronics, so it is next to impossible to reach me. I’ve left a number to be used in emergencies only. As in the world is ending, not someone stole your poptart.  Your dad and Alfred are also out of range. They’re with the League, trying some new physical therapy they’re hoping will help.

“I’ve left Dr. Lee’s number on the fridge, along with Commissioner Gordon’s, who has agreed to make surprise visits to make sure you’re all doing what needs to be done. AND NOT STIRRING THE POT.”  Your eyes flicker to Damian and Jason for a minute before you continue, “Also Dick, sweetheart, as much as I love you you’re not in charge.”

You watch your oldest son’s eyes go wide as you reach over and take Penelope from him, as Jason let’s out a sharp laugh. “What, why?”

You smile, “Hun, the minute Barbara comes in you go all love struck, and if you’re focusing on her and Penelope and in Jason’s words ‘Play house’ I fear that the manor would burn down and I do not want to explain that to Alfred.” You ignore Jason’s “Hah!” and keep going, “So I called in the big guns.”

You watch the girl slip out of the shadows without a word. You watch as Damian begins to scowl, not because he’s unhappy but because he hadn’t sensed her. Smiling at your oldest daughter, you give Cass a quick hug before handing Penelope over. The girl takes the infant with a smile. You can’t help but grin at the sight of your two girls.

Picking up your bag you simply say, “Cass has permission to use force if needed. I highly suggest following the rules. Bye kids.” And with a wave you leave.

You slink into the car, and begin your drive. Instead of driving towards a spa you make your way into the city. You head through it straight into the slums. You pull the car up to a less than stellar bar. You park it, grab your bag, and then lock it.

The beep draws more than a little attention. It’s a nice car, a payday kind of car, and had you been anyone else, it probably would have been gone even quicker than Jason could get the tires off the Batmobile.  

But you are you, and that’s why when a rather large goon steps in your path, you don’t even hesitate to drop him to the ground. Ruthlessness is prized here. Coldness treasured. Slipping inside the bar you let your new life fade away and slip into your past. It’s comfortable, if not a bit dusty, and as you drop your bag on the ground and it lands with a thud eyes turn towards you, and you meet all of them head on.

Floyd is sitting in the corner of the bar, guns on the table, a smirk on his face. It takes less than a minute for him to stand up and make his way over to you. His arm wraps around your shoulder and says, “Our Baby Girl is back.”

You smile as a cheer goes through the bar, and for the first time in forever your eyes land on your best friends. Harley and Ivy are there, smiling, and slightly behind them, sticking out like a sore thumb is your brother Captain Rick Flagg.

He’s dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, and looking more uncomfortable than a cat in a dog fight. Your eyes meet his, and he tips his head just a smidge, he’s here for you. They’re all here for you. They might be a bunch of villains but they stick by there own, and make no mistake you are one of them. 

Does “Love” and “Forgiveness” Apply to Abuse and Trauma?

@sakuramautoki asked:

When we Christians use words like “forgiveness” and phrases like “True love keeps no record of wrongs,” I find myself wondering how that would apply to certain contexts, namely with victims of abuse (sexual, physical, emotional/mental)? I wonder if we should even be using these words when speaking with victims/survivors of abuse and how it might come off as to them?

For example, when we say to forgive an abuser, what does that look like? Does that mean we forget the harm they did and pretend like everything is okay? Do we welcome them back with open arms? The same questions also apply to phrases such as “love keeps no record of wrongs”. I ask because as Christians it would be good to be mindful how these words and phrases can sound like and that we tend to throw these terms around much without thinking. What is your take on this?


Hey dear friend, I truly appreciate your heart and care in this question. I am with you absolutely 100% here. The Christian culture so easily falls into a martyr syndrome that unnecessarily risks our safety, and it so often assumes that “church people” have no pre-existing baggage that makes “love and forgiveness” an extremely painful endeavor.

The thing is, love must absolutely include truth, wisdom, boundaries, and grace for yourself. Love is not enabling, pampering, coddling, or letting someone off the hook—or it wouldn’t really be love at all. 

For those who have been abused or traumatized: Forgiveness doesn’t mean friendship. No one should ever be rushed into forgiveness for the sake of “getting right with God.” We need healthy boundaries. We need to recognize patterns of unrepentant abuse and gaslighting and manipulative language that will only guilt-trip you back into a vicious cycle. We can never mindlessly open the door again on an abusive relationship.

Many well-intentioned Christians try to act the part of a psychologist or social worker or therapist and have absolutely no idea about the real dangers of abuse, codependency, and compassion fatigue.

The other thing is that “Christian love” is overly romanticized, where if we just love enough, then we get the Hollywood montage of reconciliation and hugs and high-fives. But having been at the deathbed of many, many patients in the hospital, I hardly ever see it work out that way. Abusers will use up good will and spit it right out. Survivors of abuse have tried again and again to reconcile, only to find out that opening the door to their heart is no better than unlocking the cage of a pack of wolves.

It’s absolutely atrocious that preachers harp on forgiveness without listening to the stories of their churches. And still, Christians are slammed with the Bible to “forgive” because “it’s the Christian thing to do,” without any nuance for individual situations and without, you know, reading the rest of the Bible that says a lot of other stuff about abuse and trauma. God is for the victims, for the abused, for the survivors. God is for the exile, the foreigner, the despised, the despondent who crossed the Red Sea. Jesus told us to be as pure as doves and as wise as snakes. Pure, but wise. Wise, but pure.

There’s a destructive idea in Christian subculture that breeds a martyr-hero syndrome, at the expense of yourself, and eventually everyone else. I spent too many years consumed by the “sacrificial radical love” model of Christianity, which required that I pour out more than I had—but it only scooped out my guts and left me bitter and resentful and exhausted. I had to remember that only one person really did love all the way to death so that we wouldn’t have to.

My friend once asked me, “Are you trying to be like Jesus, or are you trying to be Jesus? Because you can’t be crucified for all these people. He already did that.” I had to re-work my idea of love and forgiveness to include self-care and proper distance.


When Jesus was dying on the cross and said, “Father, forgive them,” let’s notice that Jesus did not say, “Father, help me forgive them.” It was very specific wording. In other words, Jesus was concerned that his murderers would find forgiveness from God, but not necessarily that Jesus would “feel forgiveness” towards them. Jesus was deliberately not condoning the murderers’ behavior, but also concerned for the destiny of their souls.

This is a perfectly balanced love that cooperates with truth. Of course, Jesus did offer forgiveness to them, and to everyone else who was ever born, and we’re called to work towards such divinity. But no, we’re under no such illusion that we must befriend those who have hurt us or hurt the ones we love. Jesus may pour out unlimited grace from a cross, but each of us are finite beings, with limited resources, who must go to Jesus who says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

Since I’ve started working alongside social workers and psychologists, I was at first surprised how blunt and to-the-point they were. But they’ve seen hundreds, maybe thousands of abusers and victims, and they’ve heard all the excuses and rationalizations. They know that victims feel obligated to stick up for their abusers and that abusers will hijack language around forgiveness to be taken back. The medical staff’s sole goal here is to advocate for the victim. That requires tough talk, no bull-crap, no beating around the bush, but actual love that’s as sharp as surgery, for both sides. The victim needs to know it’s okay to call the police and get a restraining order and defend themselves. The abuser needs to know they’re actually an abuser and that “forgiveness” is not some cheap ace-card that glosses over all they did.

In that kind of love, people are held accountable and responsible, because that sort of love is for the very best of each person, not to trap them or trick them, but to help them heal. So for the abused, it will mean empowering them with boundaries and the ability to say “no.” It will mean re-framing their religious obligations to “forgive.” It includes safety and boundaries and self-care. And perhaps one day, it includes the hopeful possibility of reconciliation, whether on this side of life or the other.

J.S.

I have never seen a youngster who eats more than he does. He is literally shoveling food inside him. Somebody asks “how’s it going, Jesse?” and he just lifts his head from over the plate, replies “fine” and continues shoveling.“ "And that was just the breakfast. After a while when you come back and he is having a snack. He can’t read the menu yet, so he just points "two of those” and “one of those”. And when he leaves he takes a pile of lunch boxes with him. He is like a little boy.
—  Todd McLellan on Jesse Puljujärvi

Translated by Adamant

Q: I didn’t watch the final episode, so this might be a dumb question, but what happened to Serena’s love, did she and Satoshi become a couple in the end?

A: They didn’t become a couple in the episode itself, but the way I ended it is meant to make you understand that they’re probably going to become one later. Serena tells Satoshi that she’s going to improve herself and then come back to him. And then she does something absolutely incredible when she leaves (laughs). She’s meant to be kissing him in that scene, but since I couldn’t just have them kissing on screen, I had Serena’s feet “float” upwards instead.

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Yooooooo! Words straight from the (XY) director Tetsuo Yajima himself!

LGBTQ+ Movies of 2016: Part 1

First Girl I Loved

Seventeen-year-old Anne just fell in love with Sasha, the most popular girl at her LA public high school. But when Anne tells her best friend Clifton - who has always harbored a secret crush - he does his best to get in the way.

Heartstone (Hjartasteinn)

A remote fishing village in Iceland. Teenage boys Thor and Christian experience a turbulent summer as one tries to win the heart of a girl while the other discovers new feelings toward his best friend. When summer ends and the harsh nature of Iceland takes back its rights, it’s time to leave the playground and face adulthood.

Teenage Kicks

Seventeen year old Miklós Varga’s plans to escape his migrant family and run away with his best friend Dan are crushed by the accidental death of his older brother Tomi. Only Mik knows the events that led to this tragedy, and he is suddenly forced to navigate his guilt and explosive sexuality to find the man he can become.

The Handmaiden (Ah-ga-ssi)

1930s Korea, in the period of Japanese occupation, a new girl (Sookee) is hired as a handmaiden to a Japanese heiress (Hideko) who lives a secluded life on a large countryside estate with her domineering Uncle (Kouzuki). But the maid has a secret. She is a pickpocket recruited by a swindler posing as a Japanese Count to help him seduce the Lady to elope with him, rob her of her fortune, and lock her up in a madhouse. The plan seems to proceed according to plan until Sookee and Hideko discover some unexpected emotions.

Being 17 (Quand on a 17 ans)

Damien lives with his mother Marianne, a doctor, while his father is on a tour of duty abroad. He is bullied by Thomas, whose mother is ill. The boys find themselves living together when Marianne invites Thomas to come and stay with them.

Don’t Call Me Son (Mãe Só Há Uma)

After discovering the truth about being stolen by the woman he thought was his mother as a child, Pierre (AKA Felipe) must deal with the consequences of his mother’s actions and must try to cope with his biological family.

I Love Her

A young street musician girl must conquer her own fears and ghosts from the past, including the social influences of Ukraine, where she has grown up, in order to admit her feelings for a beautiful deaf-mute girl.

Moonlight

A timeless story of human connection and self-discovery, Moonlight chronicles the life of a young black man from childhood to adulthood as he struggles to find his place in the world while growing up in a rough neighborhood of Miami.

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50% off does not mean you can stash merchandise.

This thread reminded me how much I loved sale days when I worked at a thrift store. Twice a year we sold everything 50% off. Customers would come in before closing the night before and hide items so they could buy them half off the next day.

Staff would go through the store the night before and in the morning before opening. We’d find people’s stashes of merchandise sometimes piles of items would be found. The floor manager would take all these items in the back and put them in the sorting pile to be re-shelved the next day after the sale.

Just seeing those people go to their hiding spot to find it empty. Ha! The look on their faces. Priceless. Even better if they saw their pile on the sorting table, not to be put back until the next day. They never could say they stashed stuff they would just act like they really wanted those pants over there. When the floor manager told them we couldn’t sell stuff from the back you could tell they wanted to say something but couldn’t.

I loved seeing douchey customers throw fits that their secret pile was discovered and put in the back. It was a great thing to see because 50% off days were Hell.

Hey fun Klance thing I am 100% sure that like half the big events in their relationship happened when Lance had been planning and building up to the perfect moment for ages and then Keith just does the thing on a whim.

Finally confessing how they feel? It looks like they might not come back from their mission alive and Lance thinks it’s his last chance to say something, he was almost done psyching himself up when Keith kissed him.

Lance agonizes for ages over whether or not it’s too soon to say I love you when Keith blurts it out at breakfast or something completely lame like that.

Lance accidentally yells “What?! No!!” when Keith proposes to him bc he spent months planning the perfect proposal when fucking Keith just says “Hey you wanna get married or somthin” in like a dingy space pub somewhere come on Keith what the fuck.

They always do Lance’s big romantic thing later and Keith cherishes those moments a lot but as much fuss as he puts up Lance really genuinely loves the stupidly out of the blue things that Keith does. They probably have two weddings because the first time they just eloped on a whim but the gotta have a proper wedding with their families and everything when they’re back on earth and they’ve basically just resigned themselves to doing everything twice because Keith just jumps into things head first, but really they wouldn’t want it any other way.

 Tracer 

  • She would be heartbroken, she always wears her heart on her sleeve so to not see her S/O there hurts. 
  • She’s fully convinced that her S/O has just abandoned her, and she starts to assume the worst. 
  • That S/O was using her, they abandoned her, they don’t want to be with her anymore, or worst of all that they hate her. 
  • She would start to go into panic mode so she wouldn’t hear S/O coming back out of the bathroom. Or them approaching her 
  • It’s only when she feels a hand on her shoulder that she snaps out of it. The confused look on her S/O’s face is enough to tell her that she was overreaticng. But she can’t hide the relief that floods her face as she crushes her S/O in a hug.
  • “I thought you left me love” “I would never do that”

Mercy 

  • Mercy always does her best to think logically. So when she wakes up the next morning and doesn’t see her S/O beside her anymore she stops for a moment but she doesn’t panic. 
  • She starts to think about what could have possibly made her S/O leave her side. They are both part of Overwatch, so the chance that they were summoned for a mission or debriefing is there. 
  • However that seems unlikely as she would have probably known about it and it’s far to early in the morning. It’s only when she goes through a bunch of different scenerios that she feels maybe her S/O has left her. 
  • Until she hears the bathroom door opening behind her and see’s her S/O come out. 
  • Of course in her haste to think of where her S/O could be she forgot the most obvious answer. 

Widowmaker 

  • She would act like it doesn’t matter. Waking up and not finding her S/O beside her. After all she doesn’t feel so why would she be sad. But of course those are just pretty words. 
  • She would be sad, not to the point of tears, but more of a stinging disappointment. After all she finally put her trust in someone and they repaid her by leaving 
  • She would start to think extremely bitter thoughts, about her S/O, about herself, about their relationship, about everything and anything. 
  • She just doesn’t want to admit to herself that she’s hurt. 
  • So when they just casually appear o their side of the bed she’s ready to curse them for thinking they can just do as they please.
  • Until they apologize for going to bathroom so early and waking her up. She stops dead and takes a moment to process what they just said. 
  • Before saying it doesn’t matter and acting like she’s going back to sleep. In reality she just doesn’t want her S/O to see her shame blush. 
//Cause baby you look happier, you do//

Jughead x Reader

Jug loved you, he realised. But how could you love him back?

I wanted a songfic based on Happier by Ed Sheeran. This is like the first time I’ve listened to it (I know, shocker) and I fell in love so.

I don’t like this. I might come back and edit it tomorrow, when I’m of sound mind. Not feeling so great right now. There will be a part 2, let me know if you want it

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dont fucking remove my captions.
frank’s kinks/sex would include:

-lib biting
-b l i n d f o l d i n g 
-blood kink (i mean…how the fuck does he not have one)
- throaty growls when you tease him
-whimpering when he came
-”fucking…come here.”
-bruises shaped like fingerprints on your hips
-back scratching
-gasping when you pulled his hair
-seeing how many times he can make you cum in one night
-loves giving oral
-uses one of his ties to tie you to the bedpost
-breath play

I believe two souls will always be fated to drift back together because of the stardust within their bones.
It’s the compass of their souls.
It tells the journey between finding each other, dancing as stars, all before being separated when crashing from the sky, as shooting stars.
All to come back together again, because of an inexplicable gravitational pull.
So, sure the universe does fight for two souls to be together.
—  S.S

…. John should have known better than to let Sherlock get the tree …

(A quick, silly doodle because I firmly believe that John is the reason Sherlock now loves Christmas and all the decorating and wrapping that comes with it! (Even if he does come back to find that Sherlock has gone and bought the tallest tree in the lot and they have to get creative when it comes to hanging the baubles))

We’ll Be Fine Pt.3

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

A/N: This is the last part of the request. I’m sorry for taking so long and I’m sorry that the part is so short! Thanks everyone who loved and followed the fic, and thanks to the anon who requested it!

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I do! I feel like JuminZen gentle sex needs some sort of situation for it to happen. Sex between them is usually carnal, rough, experimental sometimes playful but not usually gentle. There needs to be some sort of cause, and it would only be after they officially confess their feelings for each other. When Zen is gentle to Jumin: Jumin has bad days. He’s a serious, calm and collected guy but he is still human. I feel like occasionally he’d come home and just break. Malfunction. And he could react in two ways with Zen: rough angry sex (which is the default) or tender “please coddle me I’m upset” sex. When it’s the latter, Jumin nuzzles against Zen, leaves trails of kisses all over his body, calls him pet names (baby is his favorite), sweet little things. It always throws Zen off at first but he knows Jumin is being a needy baby and needs love and attention. So Zen takes control, lets Jumin sit back and does all the work. He rides him teasingly slow, lets Jumin kiss him as much as he wants, spoils him silly. Zen is still a tsundere throughout but a lot less and it’s not because he loves him, he just wanted him to feel better, baka! When Jumin is gentle to Zen: Sometimes Zen gets drunk, it’s usually because he’s frustrated with his boyfriend, maybe they got into a fight or something. Zen already drinks a lot of beer regularly and when Jumin pisses him off he drinks a shit ton. He stumbles home and picks a fight with Jumin again. Then he wants to fuck. Jumin has grown accustomed to this, it won’t be the first time his boyfriend wants drunk angry makeup/fight sex. But Zen is also drunk and the last thing Jumin wants to do is hurt him again after they’ve fought. So he is delicate and careful and Zen is all “FIGHT ME!” but is later reduced to a whimpering mess because Jumin is so soft and slow and it’s torturously good. Eventually whoever is in the wrong ends up apologizing midway through sex and after, everything is easily forgotten. Okay I obviously thought too much about this BYE.

No one likes to fall. And few people would ever choose to drown. But in struggling through the ocean of this life, sometimes it’s so hard not to let the world in. Sometimes the ocean does enter us. The dunya does seep into our hearts.

And like the water that breaks the boat, when dunya enters, it shatters our heart. It shatters the boat. Recently, I was reminded of what a broken boat looks like, of what happens when you let everything in. I was reminded because I saw someone, just like me, fall in love too much with this life and seek to be filled by the creation. So the ocean of dunya shattered her boat, as it had shattered mine, and she fell out into the water. But she stayed down too long, and didn’t know how to come back up or what to hold on to.

So she drowned.

If you allow dunya to own your heart, like the ocean that owns the boat, it will take over. You will sink down to the depths of the sea. You will touch the ocean floor. And you will feel as though you were at your lowest point. Entrapped by your sins and the love of this life, you will feel broken. Surrounded by darkness. That’s the amazing thing about the floor of the ocean. No light reaches it.

But, this dark place is not the end. Remember that the darkness of night precedes the dawn. And as long as your heart still beats, this is not the death of it. You don’t have to die here. Sometimes, the ocean floor is only a stop on the journey. And it is when you are at this lowest point, that you are faced with a choice. You can stay there at the bottom, until you drown. Or you can gather pearls and rise back up—stronger from the swim, and richer from the jewels.

If you seek Him, God can raise you up, and replace the darkness of the ocean, with the light of His sun. He can transform what was once your greatest weakness into your greatest strength, and a means of growth, purification and redemption. Know that transformation sometimes begins with a fall. So never curse the fall. The ground is where humility lives. Take it. Learn it. Breathe it in. And then come back stronger, humbler and more aware of your need for Him. Come back having seen your own nothingness and His greatness. Know that if you have seen that Reality, you have seen much. For the one who is truly deceived is the one who sees his own self—but not Him. Deprived is the one who has never witnessed his own desperate need for God. Reliant on his own means, he forgets that the means, his own soul, and everything else in existence are His creation.

Seek God to bring you back up, for when He does, He will rebuild your ship. The heart that you thought was forever damaged will be mended. What was shattered will be whole again. Know that only He can do this. Seek Him.
And when He saves you, beg forgiveness for the fall, feel remorse over it—but not despair. As Ibn ul Qayyim (ra) has said: “Satan rejoiced when Adam (peace be upon him) came out of Paradise, but he did not know that when a diver sinks into the sea, he collects pearls and then rises again.”

There is a powerful and amazing thing about tawbah (repentance) and turning back to Allah (swt). We are told that it is a polish for the heart. What’s amazing about a polish is that it doesn’t just clean. It makes the object that is polished even shinier than it was before it got dirty. If you come back to God, seek His forgiveness, and refocus your life and heart on Him, you have the potential to be even richer than if you’d never fallen at all. Sometimes falling and coming back up gives you wisdom and humility that you may never otherwise have had. Ibn ul Qayyim (ra) writes:

“One of the Salaf (Pious Predecessors) said: “Indeed a servant commits a sin by which he enters Paradise; and another does a good deed by which he enters the Fire.” It was asked: How is that? So he replied: “The one who committed the sin, constantly thinks about it; which causes him to fear it, regret it, weep over it and feel ashamed in front of his Lord—the Most High—due to it. He stands before Allah, broken-hearted and with his head lowered in humility. So this sin is more beneficial to him than doing many acts of obedience, since it caused him to have humility and humbleness—which leads to the servant’s happiness and success—to the extent that this sin becomes the cause for him entering Paradise. As for the doer of good, then he does not consider this good a favor from his Lord upon him. Rather, he becomes arrogant and amazed with himself, saying: I have achieved such and such, and such and such. So this further increases him in self-adulation, pride and arrogance—such that this becomes the cause for his destruction.”

Allah (swt) reminds us in the Qur’an to never lose hope. He says: “Say, ‘O My servants who have transgressed against their souls [by sinning], despair not of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful,’” (39:53).

And so, this is a call to all those who have become enslaved by the tyranny of the self, imprisoned in the dungeon of the nafs (self) and desires. It is a call to all those who have entered the ocean of dunya, who have sunk into its depths, and become trapped by its crushing waves. Rise up. Rise up to the air, to the Real world above the prison of the ocean. Rise up to your freedom. Rise up and come back to life. Leave the death of your soul behind you. Your heart can still live and be stronger and purer than it ever was. Does not the polish of tawbah remake the heart even more beautiful than it was? Remove the veil you have sewn with your sins. Remove the veil between you and Life, between you and Freedom, between you and Light—between you and God. Remove the veil and rise up. Come back to yourself. Come back to where you began. Come back Home. Know that when all the other doors have shut in your face, there is One that is always open. Always. Seek it. Seek Him and He will guide you through the waves of the cruel ocean, into the mercy of the sun.

This world cannot break you—unless you give it permission. And it cannot own you unless you hand it the keys – unless you give it your heart. And so, if you have handed those keys to dunya for a while—take them back. This isn’t the End. You don’t have to die here. Reclaim your heart and place it with its rightful owner:
God.

—  Yasmin Mogahed, excerpt from “Reclaim Your Heart”

Hello everyone. 

Eleven days into the new year and I haven’t posted anything in about half a year. It’s probably not necessary for me to explain my absence but I’d like to because I’ve put so much love into the drawings I posted that it doesn’t seem fair that I just stopped posting out of the blue with no warning. I made this blog out of pure love for Steven Universe. I also thought back then that I wanted to be an illustrator. I don’t think I had much passion for that field, just that everyone else was doing it and it seemed like the best option for me at the time. I’ve always loved to draw and I do my best to tell people to draw for the fun of it. I still believe it and I still have fun with my art. There does however come a point when you have to stop and really consider what you want to do as an artist. Do you really have passion for what you do? Do you have a strong passion for the career of your choice? Does it make you happy? Are you okay knowing that getting to where you want to be won’t be easy? And the big question: what is your goal as an artist?
These are questions to encourage you, not to give yourself doubt. It’s hard answering and coming to terms with these thoughts, but if you’re really determined, you can make it. This is what I’ve spent most of these past few months thinking about. I sincerely have a huge passion for art. I feel
it for art history and contemporary art, especially installation art- oh my god -especially installation. 

For as long as I can remember I’ve loved drawing. I used to draw on everything I could get my hands on. At four years old I scribbled Dragon Ball characters all over my parent’s bible. At that age there’s no restrictions, you just do and you go and you create. It’s so carefree and amazing. As you get older that carefreeness can go away and you’re stuck questioning yourself and the world around you.

In the fall I finally transferred to a new school in a new city. I finally did it. I went to community college for four years and finally transferred. A lot of personal ordeals at home also prompted me to want to move away as soon as I could, and as long as four years sound, I was actually able to do it. 

I love my new school and the city. My life has changed very significantly but coming home for the holidays and being back where I wanted to leave in the first place, I realize I still have a long way to go before I can truly be where I want to be. So what’s the point- my point is: That you can do it. I know, everyone says it, “if I can do it, you can do it.” But when you actually do it you understand everyone else’s intentions. It’s a pretty great feeling, and I’ll be so happy for each and everyone of you when you manage to take the next step. 

Where am I going after this, I’m not entirely sure. As for this blog I’m not going to delete it and I’m not sure if I want to continue using it but I’ll be sure to update on here if anything comes up and I do read all the messages and asks I get and I want to say thanks for enjoying my art! (who knows, on the rare occasion I still might post SU art- it’s still a great show!)

I do know that I want to create art. I don’t want to be an illustrator, instead I’m aiming to be a contemporary artist. Sounds very broad but even then I’m still very excited for the journey. My overall goal is to be happy. What I want to finish saying to all of you is to dream big. Never be disappointed if you don’t reach your goal. You should only be disappointed if you never did anything to even begin your journey to making your dream a reality. It’s the adventure and the unknowing that’s the fun part. Enjoy every second. Live like a child, carefree and rid yourself of the restrictions you’ve created for yourself. You’ll never have any regrets!

Pizza party.

“Justin stopppp.” He was speeding down the road as you held onto your pizza and drink, the drink almost spilled once as the pizza as flying across your plate. He stops quickly and looks over at you and smiles, he comes closer and looks at you with his honeydew eyes. “I love you.” He states as You smiles and look back at him “I love-” You stop when he takes a huge bite of your pizza and mumbles “yes I love you so much pizza.” You gasp and laugh hard just as he does.

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yes so. hi.

i fucking love this scene. 

intensely. lol. 

not only how Daryl immediately recognizes when Carol is anxious and won’t leave until he’s made eye contact with her and spoken to her (and stared at her lips)

but also how Carol anticipated that he would stop or come to her (see see you see how she rolls her head to the side knowing/expecting him to turn back because yes he would and does! and she wants him to!)

like it’s a sort of inherent natural instinct and need for both of them to seek each other out about anything that happens or doesn’t happen 

always

they gravitate to each otherrrrrrrr

cof they’re fucking married and they haven’t even kissed yet