more than ten times

not to be extra or anything but I actually do love smut. not just writing smut with someone you’re comfortable with, but like…….the nsfw part of a ship. talking about their sex lives, their individual experience & relation to sex, how compatible they are, what their first time together was like, what their 501st time together was like, dirty smutty headcanons that are ten times more relaxed than any smut thread will ever be just like…I love the nsfw part of a ship. I love it so much. I wanna talk about it forever

How to spend money

Okay listen up, this is probably super boring to a lot of you, especially those of you who still live at home, but remember this anyway because it will save your ass countless times and still leave room for fun in your life.

Never utter the words “I just got my paycheck so let’s go out” Never. It’s the worst fucking thing you can do to yourself.

Instead, save your money at the start of the month like you would at the end. Only pay your bills, maybe put some in your savings if you can, and only get what you need. Nothing extra.

If an accident happens, oh shit, you got some extra cash to help you with that.

But if nothing happens, you have extra cash at the start of the next month!

I call them “fun money” because I use them for fun stuff like going out with my friends, but they are also good for new shoes when your old ones die.

I learned this the hard way when I only had 100$ every month (and remember, things are ten times more expensive in Denmark than most other places) and this system was so effective I still use it to a lesser extent.

Please listen to this 32 years old lady. I promise you, you won’t regret it. It will save you so much stress.

Just some fic recs...

I’ve read a lot of really good fic this year and I just thought the best of the best deserved some recognition.  I tried to weed out the super popular fics, but some still show up because I love them that much.  Also, the ships are numerous and varied.

Running on Air–eleventy7; Drarry
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.
*I would murder people to protect this fic.  It’s beautifully written, well-plotted, original, and it reuses certain sentences, making them more poignant the later in the story they’re used.  Like, fuck me up*

the ghost of you–kissmesexybatman; Klance
When Keith goes missing without a trace, all his family and friends are able to do is move on with their lives. When he shows back up after a year, they have to convince him they still want him back.
*I may be slightly biased because the coolest person in the world wrote this, but let me tell you, it’s emotionally heartwrenching, wonderfully written, and gives you a happy ending without sacrificing the needs of the characters*

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.–dawnstruck; Otayuri
Yuri grows up and grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.
*I’m demi and this fic described exactly what that experience has been like for me, as it features a demi!Yuri.  Beyond that, it was sweet and genuine and I adored it*

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ot4 things
  • group chat has to remind mari to eat/sleep/stretch if she’s been designing for too long
    • alya: hi mari this is your hourly reminder to fucking get up and stretch oh my god you’re probably crouched over that chair like a shut in go for a walk gdi
    • adrien: ok so…..i texted you four hours later…..like you told me…..i hope you’re eating. lunch is important.
    • nino: get some h2o up in that bitch or i swear to god dude
  • alya has to call a fucking intervention every time she loses more than ten ladyblog followers overnight
    • one day, just to fuck with her, the three of them all unfollow her the same day and she bursts into class screaming 
    • “we’re not mutuals anymore ????? who the fuck why the fuck ???”
  • when someone’s sick or having a bad day, adrien stops by their house and drops off little care packages bc he’s literally perfect
    • photocopied notes from class, homework, water bottles, snacks, medicine, candy, a get well card, you name it
    • alya takes pictures of all of them and keeps an album
    • mari keeps the cards in a scrapbook for her shitty days
    • nino cries almost every time he gets one
    • the three of them pitch in to do one for adrien when he’s sick but he somehow manages to outdo all three of them consistently
  • nino starts an instagram account that’s literally just videos of mari and chloe fighting. alya and adrien both help moderate it
    • mari has no idea it exists so like sometimes the three of them will be cackling over nino’s phone and try to cover up what they were doing when she walks by
    • she thinks she missed out on a meme or something
    • everyone in school follows it
  • they rabbit a new anime every week bc adrien just keeps finding new ones and he always says “no trust me they’re so good” and they can’t say no to that face, he’s so excited, literally how adrien
    • kid has a good taste in anime, so six hour binges on saturday night are at least entertaining 
    • yuri on ice left mari and nino crying and adrien recorded it for posterity
  • adrien and mari make gym days a thing on sundays bc for some reason they’re fitness freaks and when did that happen they’re also so ripped like how ? ?
    • mari and adrien go through the whole shebang: cardio weights, machines, stretching, you have it
    • alya just stays on the elliptical the whole time watching reality tv on the televisions above her
    • nino stays on his phone the whole time walking on the treadmill instead of actually running
    • adrien: they’re working up to it. 
    • mari: we’re going for a run next week. no technology allowed. 

As grim and gloomy as “a world without Light” is, it’s funny picturing this army of conditionally immortal soldiers, who have all died at least a couple of times before, suddenly having to scratch casually taking a bullet off the list of viable tactics.

At least one person goes to jump down from some fatal height and remembers nearly too late; ends up aborting their heroic charge into a graceless flail of limbs as they reel back and tumble ass over teakettle from the edge.

Someone goes, “Shit, I think I broke my wrist, let me just-” and is immediately greeted with “NOOOO” and their fireteam wrestling the gun out of their hand.

Nobody here’s used decent triage in seventy years and their attempts are questionable at best. Also it turns out pain is a lot more inconvenient when you have to experience it for more than ten minutes at a time? What the hell. They’re learning all kind of respect for the civilians, but also what the hell.

anonymous asked:

How often do you see Molly and the rest of the Weasley clan?

Harry: I see Ron and Hermione on and off during the week, but the whole family gets together at the Burrow-

Harry: I look forward to the weekends, when I can make it. The kids all get along great, and Ginny claims the family quidditch games are about ten times more brutal than anything she deals with professionally. *grins* 

… It’s nice having- … being with family. 

anonymous asked:

Hi I love your writing and had this thought for a top ten. I have no idea if you are still taking top ten requests but I thought I'd give it a try anyway. So we all know what an amazing friend Phichit is but what I'd like to know is when Yuuri been amazing for Phichit. So top ten Yuuri is a great friend to Phichit moments. I know you have a crazy schedule so I would more than understand if requests are over!

Top Ten Times Yuuri Was a Great Friend to Phichit:

10) Every time Yuuri turned up to one of Phichit’s skating events, which was whenever he possible could, and cheered him on like the world’s proudest parent from the sidelines

9) When the person Phichit was dating (who was a foreign exchange student) moved back home Phichit got really down for a while and Yuuri bundled him up in a blanket, stocked up on ice cream and had a movie marathon to take his mind off it

8) Yuuri constantly indulged Phichit’s social media love by playing along with all his games and challenges. Especially the one that Phichit set up for the Yuuri fans following him called ‘Find Katsuki’ where he would post lots of normal looking pictures but with Yuuri hiding somewhere obscure in the background that you could only see if you looked hard. Like peeking out of the crack in the wardrobe door or sitting at the top of a tree hidden in the branches. It was a game Phichit’s fans loved to play because Yuuri was pretty inactive on social media so spotting Yuuri in photos was already a game at official events and the like and Phichit’s Instagram game made it extra entertaining. it also got Phichit a lot of extra followers. 

7) During exams Phichit was usually pretty ok but sometimes he would get really stressed studying and Yuuri would provide him with a constant stream of coffee and food to keep him going

6) Yuuri held a special hamster funeral for Phichit’s hamsters when they died because he was too upset to do it himself

5) Once Phichit ended up getting yelled at by Celestino for something and Yuuri immediately did something even worse to get Celestino to yell at him instead and get Phichit off the hook

4) Yuuri learned every single skate routine in the King and the Skater so that he could skate them with Phichit

3) Once Phichit was having a really bad day and Yuuri flew straight back from the competition he was at to spend time with him and cheer him up even though he was still supposed to be in the country for a few more days because Phichit was more important

2) Yuuri learned Thai for Phichit so that he could comfort Phichit when he had nightmares and Thai was the best way to calm him down when he was still half asleep and scared

1) Yuuri absolutely destroyed anyone who was rude to Phichit. Once at a competition one of the older, more experienced skaters was being really nasty to Phichit and calling him and nobody who would go no-where and Yuuri ‘I’ve got more gold medals than all of you’ Katsuki overheard and walked up to Phichit like ‘you were fantastic, you totally deserved that medal’ before casually looking over at the other skater with a smile ‘oh hi…I’m sorry, who are you again?’

Amis and co. as things customers at my (fast food) job have done

Bahorel: tipped me 10$ on a 9$ meal because I made “the best fucking fries in history”

Joly: ordered our largest size (which is enough food for two-three people) with extra gravy but then added peas on top because “I’m trying to eat healthy”

Feuilly: ordered, paid, and then just. Fell asleep. Right there at the till.

Enjolras: got legitimately angry when our card machine didn’t have a tip option and got even angrier when I said I was working through New Year’s eve until 5 am. Offered to call head office and complain about it.

Cosette: also on New Year’s eve, gave all of the staff chocolate bars and thanked us for working so hard and so late

Montparnasse: came in to the shop twice a week in the summer while we had a limited time meal called the Mac Daddy and only ever ordered that. Never came in again after we got rid of it.

Combeferre: lives in the flat above the shop, comes in every week with a ceramic bowl and asks me to make his meal in it (instead of our paper boxes) to reduce waste

Jehan: reads, considers, and takes a picture of every single quote I write on the blackboard. Always asks for extra pickles.

Gavroche: had an actual laughing fit when I squeezed the cheese sauce bottle and it made farting noises 

Courfeyrac: came in around 3 am on the weekend before Halloween dressed as David Bowie. Picked up a feather boa a customer had left behind, put it on and kept it

Éponine: started yelling at some idiot who was catcalling another customer. It got so heated they had to take it outside 

Musichetta: nice regular who just comes in to write Instagram handles on the board, chats with us for a few minutes and leaves

Marius: apologized like five times even though I was the one who messed up the order. Tried to pay with Euros (in Canada)??

Bossuet: came in slightly drunk at 2 am on a snowy day so the shop floor was wet, fell down literally more than ten times even after I mopped

Grantaire: stared at the menu of poutines for 10 minutes, gave up and asked me “which one’s the most dank”

{PART 15} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook decides to unleash the truth that he has kept locked inside his Pandora’s box. But you open up to him first; revealing something far worse than anything Jungkook could have ever imagined.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} //{Part 14} {Part 15} {Part 16}

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My biggest fantasy is gaining weight without even trying and being unable to stop, either because of a feeder or because of my own gluttony and lack of self control.

I want to force myself (or be forced by someone else) to overeat, stuff and gorge myself on far more food than I need, until eventually my body becomes so used to massive portions of fattening foods that I’m unable to stop eating, that a whole tub of ice cream becomes a small and unsatisfying snack that only serves to increase my appetite. I want food to become such an important and vital part of my life that I can’t go for more than an hour without binging and stuffing my face, even if I try. I want to go through the amount of food that would currently last me a whole month, daily

I want to look at myself in the mirror every day and see that I’ve visibly put on weight, and know that there is nothing I can possibly do to lose it or even to maintain it, and that I will only get fatter and fatter for the rest of my life until I reach the point of immobility, and that I’m helpless to stop it. Helplessly stuff myself with more and more food every day, speeding the process up and causing myself to need more and more food to feel full. I want to try to diet and be forced to confront the fact that dieting only makes me fatter because I lack the willpower to go for more than a couple days without eating everything in the house in one massive binge.

I’m not particularly athletic now, but I want to feel myself lose what little muscle mass and stamina I have, powerless to stop it from happening. I want to get so winded walking from my couch to the kitchen to get a snack that I have to just sit in the kitchen floor to stuff myself, too tired and weak to stand back up and walk my food to the couch. I want to binge uncontrollably and then pass out surrounded by wrappers and crumbs, without even being able to muster up the energy to drag myself to the bed. I want to get so fat and lazy and out of shape that I can’t walk up the stairs at all, my body would just be too heavy and flabby to lift my weight up them. I want to be so weak that lifting the television remote is a struggle.

I want to get so fat I can’t see my own feet, or even my thighs past my massive hanging belly. Too fat to masturbate, too fat to walk more than ten feet at a time, so fat that my arm flab prevents me from putting my hands together because i just cant reach all the way around my huge gut. So fat that I have to have clothes tailor made for me, because no company makes clothes THAT large. So fat that I have to eat twenty course meals in one sitting to even feel not hungry, and that I have to eat even more in order to feel full. 

I want to be imprisoned by my own gluttony and obesity, unable to do anything about it. 

Krasivaya-Chapter 2

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

You wait patiently at your favorite cafe for Bucky to show. It had become a tradition that every Sunday you and Bucky would meet for brunch and catch up on each others lives. Life could get hectic as an Avenger, often seeing you parted for weeks on end, so the ritual had been born out of necessity before becoming a simple pleasure. It was a bright spot in your week, a reason to get dolled up, and garnered you Bucky’s undivided attention for more than ten minutes at a time. Maybe it was kind of desperate, maybe it hurt as much as you loved it, but you wouldn’t trade that quiet time with Bucky for anything in the world. Especially now.

Bucky and Melissa had been growing ever closer over the last week. Bucky had been paying less attention to the other people in his life, and, after a stern talking to by Steve, you were roped into broaching the subject with the metal armed soldier. Steve figured coming from you, it would carry more weight, and wouldn’t end up with Bucky growing defensive, or giving you the gears about being jealous that he had a girl when Steve didn’t. You wanted to kill Cap for making you do this, but… his distance was beginning to hurt team dynamics, so you’d reluctantly agreed.

The only problem was he was late.

You had been sitting in the cafe for a good forty five minutes, and were starting to get sympathetic looks from the other patrons. Taking out your phone, you send a text to Bucky, inquiring about his whereabouts. Another ten minutes went by and still no answer was forthcoming. Fidgeting with the edge of your coffee cup, you debate whether or not to give this up as a bad idea and go home. Bucky obviously had better things to do.

You should have known, or at least asked him if you were still on for the date. Biting back the tears forming in your eyes, you flag down the waitress and ask for the bill. The pity written on her face has you feeling even worse. Throwing down some money, you hastily exit the cafe.

Ducking into an alley, you sink down onto the garbage strewn ground, finally letting the traitorous tears fall.

He’d stood you up. The realization is devastating, drawing up all the old hurts and fears you’ve struggled with since meeting one James Buchanan Barnes.

Anger replaces heartbreak. Tears dry up. The sharp sting of rejection fresh in your psyche. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken. It wasn’t his fault you were this… this lump of uselessness.

He was too good for you. Too pure. Too handsome. He belonged with someone like Melissa. It was time you accepted it.

Picking yourself off the floor, you reach inside your handbag, pull out a compact and try desperately to fix your face. You square your shoulders, and set out to make the long trek home, resolved to keep your distance from Sergeant Barnes.

The walk does you a little good, helping you put things in perspective. It clears the stuffiness of tears from your head at least. The bustle of the city moving around you, carrying on as if your world hadn’t just crashed to ashes at your feet, helps soothe some of your anxious soul. Life moved on, and so would you. Or, so you tried to convince yourself, but the lies you tell yourself are always the hardest to believe.

Exiting the elevator, you stride into the common room only to hear the giggling of Melissa and Bucky from the couch. He’s crouched above her, tickling her while she squeals in delight.

It makes you feel physically sick to watch them together. Lips curling in disgust, you stealthily try and make a hasty exit, but super soldier hearing foils your plan.

“Krasivaya? Where have you been?” Bucky pipes up from the couch, a wide smile plastered on his face as Melissa breathes heavily underneath him.

You stare at him for a full ten seconds before you realize he truly didn’t remember he was supposed to meet you. “I was at the Cafe,” you reply, voice as neutral as you can make it.

The smile slips off his face as realization dawns on him. He scrambles upright, leaping over the back of the couch, ignoring the indignant squeak coming from Melissa. “Shit, (Y/N)! I completely spaced!” Regret is written clearly on his face.

You shrug him off. “It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

He scoffs, “Of course it is! I bailed on ya!”

He reaches to grab your hand, a gesture done so often in the past it’s become second nature. You flinch away from him, taking a step back, you can’t handle having him touch you. The surprise in his face quickly morphs into one of hurt.

“Krasivaya..” he pleads.

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, willing the action to keep you together long enough to make a hasty exit to find Steve or Nat or maybe just fucking run as far away as you can from this shit storm.

Bucky takes a deep breath, putting that charming lopsided grin on his face. The one that he knows will get you to do anything. Two weeks ago it would have worked. “Why don’ we hang out a lil’ later? Mel has to go home soon anyway, so I’ll be all yours.”

Anger makes an unwelcome appearance again. Now that his precious Mel was leaving he wanted to spend time with you? Fuck no! Squaring your shoulders, you raise yourself to your full height, which wasn’t all that impressive if you were being honest.

You look him straight in the eye. “No thank you, Sergeant Barnes. I have a date with a super soldier that actually wants to spend time with me.”

He looks stunned for a minute before he replies with a, “Sergeant?” confusion etched in his face. “(Y/N), I don’t understand why you’re acting this way.”

A small, despairing laugh spills from your lips. “I’m not acting any way. I’ve just come to some hard realizations is all. Some painful truths.” Turning to go, you pause, hand resting on the doorframe. “You did stand me up, though. Left me for forty-five minutes to become that girl that everyone whispers and stares at, pitying because she was too stupid to realize the man she was waiting on wasn’t coming.”

The pain and self-loathing you’re fighting manifests in a wave of power that causes the lights to flicker. It sends Melissa scrambling into the corner of the couch, her fear evident. Pleasure in the reaction streaks through you followed swiftly by guilt.

Exhaling slowly, you crack a false smile. “But don’t worry about it, sarge. It’s forgiven. You and Mel have a nice evening.” With a nod, you stride down the hall, ignoring Bucky when he calls your name.

Stupid, stupid delusional girl. What did you think was going to happen? That he would just miraculously fall for you? You were kidding yourself. Willing yourself to believe that you were worthy of a man like James Barnes. It just made you hate yourself more.

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So Lu and I went to watch Rogue One again today, and sitting in the row in front of us was this lesbian couple and their two sons. The younger son, who looked about 6 or 7 (although obviously it was pretty dark so I couldn’t be sure), talked throughout the entire film, and usually this would be annoying, right? Not this little guy. He was such a huge Star Wars nerd. He kept explaining things to his mum so that she’d understand what was going on, and it was so sweet?? 

(By the by, RO spoilers ahead)

He’d be like “That’s the Death Star. That’s important, remember that.” Or “That’s Tarkin!!! He’s a baddy.” But he also had the greatest reactions to things, like when the rebels all agreed to fly to Scarif he shouted “THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER” and he actually fist pumped the air when C-3PO and R2 had their cameo. Like all kids, though, there were a few things that went over his head and he would loudly ask if one of his mothers would explain what was going on. My favourite of these moments was when he asked if Baze was sad about Chirrut’s death because Chirrut was his boyfriend.

But I think my overall favourite point was when Krennic flew into Mustafar, and upon seeing the familiar streams of lava this boy leaned over and said to his mum: “This is where Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi had a fight because Anakin had gone to the dark side, and Obi-wan Kenobi said he loved Anakin but Anakin didn’t say it back so he chopped all his legs off.”

Like, you’re not wrong, kid.

On the way out of the cinema I could still hear him babbling excitedly about Princess Leia and how cool he thought she was, and how he wanted to watch A New Hope when they got home, and how much he’d loved the film. It was so sweet. I enjoyed the film ten times more than I would have done if that boy hadn’t been there, I’m sure. Honestly, god bless that gay Star Wars family.

Happy birthday @purgatory-jar!!! I started this before you told me you weren’t going to Florence, so… oops! Hope the day was great :)

“He’s so…” Castiel’s gaze slides over the sculpture as he sighs, blue eyes drinking in every curve of marble with flushed cheeks. To his left, Dean raises an amused brow, nudging his boyfriend playfully. 

“Should I be jealous?”

Despite the fact that Cas snorts, it takes just a hair too long for his gaze to be torn away. Dean whistles lowly in response. “Oh man, Cas, you got it bad.”

“He’s beautiful!” Castiel shoots back, wrapping his left arm around Dean’s right. “Look at him, you can’t tell me he’s not gorgeous.”

Dean hums, critically looking the sculpture over. “…His dick’s a little small.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

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I Need You Close (Cassian Andor x Reader)

Originally posted by forcewakens

He needed someone to love, and so did you. 

SPOILER FREE FIC (feat. brief angst but mostly fluffy fluff.)


“Well? Can you reprogram them?”

Cassian stood beside you, staring at a pile of Imperial droids. There were probably only three or four, but the way their gangly limbs tangled limply together made it seem like much more, and it was overwhelming. Cautiously, you approached them, and gave one a light tap with your foot for no reason at all.

“Possibly one. Maybe two. Not all of them. It’s going to take some trial and error to figure out how they tick.”

“Do you know how long it’ll take? This is a time sensitive matter.”

You turned to him and smiled. “It’s always a time sensitive matter, Captain. Give me a few hours to tinker around, and I’ll have a more definite answer by the end of the day.”

It was clear that your response wasn’t what he was looking for, but there was nothing that could be done to change it, and so, he gave you small nod. “I’ll come check up on you later.”

“Alright…and Captain,” you called out as he began to walk away. He stopped in his tracks and peered at you from over his shoulder. “Go to the medic and get that cut taken care of.”

Cassian furrowed his brow in confusion until you lightly tapped your temple. He brought his fingers up to the area on his own head and gingerly touched the wound, wincing slightly upon contact. It wasn’t anything too serious, but it was enough to require some sort of medical attention.

“Getting those droids wasn’t easy,” he replied hesitantly. It was the same tone of voice he used whenever someone was lost during a mission.

“Your efforts won’t go to waste.”

He looked as if he was going to reply, but strode out of the room, instead, leaving you alone with the droids and the guilt of not being upset over whoever it was that died, but rather, glad that it wasn’t him.

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Establish A Secretive Relationship With Allāh

“Every single day you say seventeen times:

إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ

Translation: ‘You (Alone) we worship, and you (Alone) we ask for help (for each and everything).’ Sūrat al-Fātiḥah (1:5)

By Fardh you say it seventeen times. Every day you say seventeen times, You alone we worship and You alone we ask for Your help, and tens of more times other than that in Sunnah you say them. Every time you say it, remember to renew your vow that you are only doing this for the sake of Allāh and make it as secretive as possible. For this Ramaḍān, plan and make your deeds secret and establish a secretive relationship with Allāh. Worship no one knows but you and Allāh, sincerely for the sake of Allāh. Keep it hidden, Salah, prayer, Zakah, reciting of the Qurʾān, Tarāwīḥ, charity, knowledge or Da’wah. You yourself try to forget it, wAllāhī you are going to be reminded of it on the Judgment Day, Wallāhil-‘Adhīm you are going to see its affect in this life. If you are inflicted with a hardship years and years later, raise your hands to Allāh and say Yā Allāh I got up every single night of Ramaḍān, no one knew that but me and You. If I did that sincerely for Your sake and Your sake alone, then grant me riddance of this trouble and trial that I am facing.”

Shaykh Aḥmad Mūsā Jibrīl, Gems of Ramaḍān (Secrets With Allāh)