neither of you

Okay, so I’ve seen a lot of misunderstanding and received a few asks about that statement Jamilla sent Sana last year. That statement is not antisemitic nor is it… whatever the word is for anti-christians.

The problem that lies in taking one quote and abandoning context is that interpretation becomes so wayward.

The quote is referring to Jews and Christians that were slaughtering Muslims during the time of the Prophet (saw). In modern day context, it is referring to people who actively seek to harm Muslims or oppress them. It essentially means do not be friends or seek an ally with people who seek to harm you or your kind.

As for such [of the unbelievers] who do not fight against you on account of [your] faith, and neither drive you forth from your homelands, God does not forbid you to show them kindness and to behave towards them with full equity: for, verily, God loves those who act equitably.

God only forbids you to turn in friendship towards such who fight against you because of [your] faith, and drive you forth from your homelands, or aid [others] in driving you forth… (Quran 60:8-9)

So, this maybe has made a comeback this season to represent the fact that Sana should not seek an alliance with the likes of someone like Sara or her islamophobic crew, because they wish to harm her (not physically). 

Bucky (29)


Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompts: 29. “Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

Requested by: @girl-next-door-writes @jackstimelady @overlordred

A/N:  All requests and the prompt list can be found by searching #SpringTimeDrabbles

You and your best friend Bucky were sitting beside each other at round reception table.  One of the agents that worked closely with you and the rest of the Avengers was getting married and had invited you.  Neither you nor Bucky were eager to go.  You worked with Simone doing intel directly for the Avengers.  She was Nat’s personal liaison, you were Bucky’s.  It was how you had become best friends.  After all without you, he would have been dead by now.

Bucky looked over at you, his face mirroring your displeased one.  It wasn’t that you were unhappy for the couple.  You just frankly were over weddings.  This was the fifth of the year and it was only May!  Bucky and you had the same routine every wedding, you would keep each other company making jokes, eating and drinking a bit too much, you’d share a dance then both head home early to watch some netflix.

You had just finished your dance with Bucky and plopped back down to finish your cake.   Bucky watched you from the corner of his eye.  You two were slowly becoming the only ones not in relationships or married.  Hell it seemed like everyone but the two of you were paired up in one way or another.

Clearing his throat slightly to gain your attention, he turns to full face you, “Do you want to get married?”

You look at him slightly shocked, you take a moment and gather what you want to say, “I do.  I want the partnership, the friendship.  I want someone to have my back.  I want love, but let’s face it, I am way too busy to meet someone who gets my job.  What about you?”

Bucky had listened to you carefully, processing everything you said as if it was one of your briefings. “I won’t lie doll, I hadn’t really thought about marriage, or hell even dating, in decades.  I just want someone I can spend time with and not want to stab them.  That list is pretty small.”

You laugh and look over to the happy couples on the dance floor all holding each other close and swaying to the soft music playing.

“You ready to get outta here?”  Bucky nods in confirmation, standing he offers you his arm and the two of you make your way to his waiting car.

Bucky is unusually silent as you drive back to your apartment.  Once you unlock the door to your place, Bucky follows you in.  Bucky heads to the guest room where he had a stash of clothes and personal things.  He considered it his room since he was there so often, so he didn’t wait for you to encourage him to make himself at home.

After you had changed into some pjs, and wiped the makeup off of your face, you went to the living room plopping beside the pj clad Bucky.

“What’s with you?”  You couldn’t take the silence it had been 30 minutes since he had last spoke to you and it was driving you crazy.

“Nothing.  I’m just thinking.”

You laugh and elbow him, “Don’t think too hard you might hurt yourself.  Bucky faced you with an indignant look before turning to pounce on you tickling your sides.

Screaming with laughter you try and fail to get him to stop.  Bucky continued his assault for a moment more before finally relenting.  You gasp for breath a slight smile on your face, while looking at the man who was now hovering over you with a bright smile.

Without warning Bucky leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.  Without hesitating you returned the kiss, bringing your hand up to hold his face in your palm.  You hand stayed as he pulled away slightly, his eyes closed.

“Sorry.”  He leaned up and sat at the end of the couch, placing his head in his metal hand.

“Don’t be.”  you get up from off your back and move to sit close to Bucky turning your body sideways on the couch.

“I’ve wanted to try-”

Cutting him off with another soft kiss.  “I’m glad you did.”

“Fuck it - Do you want to get married?”  Bucky’s face showed nothing but seriousness.  You looked at him in shock before giving him a slight smile.

“What about dating?”

“It feels like we have been dating for over a year.  We know too much about each other.  You know my story and what my work life is like.  Y/n you are part of my work life, you know as well as I do the risk.  I wouldn’t have to worry about your safety and you like my friends. I don’t want to stab you and you’re beautiful and that kiss.  That small kiss has made me feel more in the last 5 minutes, than anything has in years.”

“You’re right. I want a ring though.”

“Of course.  Kiss me again?”


Originally posted by themegalosaurus

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean, Bobby, Cas
Word count: 1,259
Warnings: Talk of abortion, angst

The Broken Hunter

Sam walked in, looking like he was about to cry. “You were pregnant?” His voice cracked.

“I was when you went in the pit, and didn’t know and now I am…” You told him, breaking. It had happened when he was soulless, and you didn’t know what that meant for your unborn child.

“Can you excuse us, Dean?” You asked him quietly, looking up at him. “I think I need to do this alone.”

He sighed when he saw the pain and fear in your eyes. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” Getting up, he kissed your forehead. “D-don’t make her feel worse than she does about it.” He said under his breath as he passed Sam.

Neither of you said a word as the door shut behind him. You were staring at the ground, your hands under your thighs as you cried silently. Sam stayed standing, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t know what to think, or what to feel. “Would you have ever told me?” He asked.

You looked up at him, confused. “What?”

“Would you have ever told me about the abortion?” There was little emotion to his voice, as he was trying to wrap his head around it all. “Or would you have just never brought it up?” That time, you heard the hurt, and you knew that it was more because you hadn’t said a word.

“What? Was I supposed to just blurt it out?” You asked. “It was a hard choice to make, Sam, one that I’ll never forget, but it was the best one.” He wasn’t there, how could he judge you for this? “Dean was the only family I had left! Take me out of hunting, and I risked losing him, too. And it was no time, or place, to raise a kid.” Of course you thought about the what-ifs, the way things could have gone differently, but you didn’t regret it.

Sam nodded, swallowing, his eyes watering. “I get that.” Just because he understood, didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. He was trying to save the world, and wound up hurting the woman he loved, and costing them their child. “And…” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Now?”

You got up and moved over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your hands gripped his shirt as you cried. “I’m scared.”

He felt his shirt getting wet as he wrapped his arms around you. His hand went to the back of your head, his other on your back. “I’m here this time.” He assured you. “I’m not going anywhere.” Although you’d barely been in the same room together recently, he wanted to be there for you. “As whatever you want me to be.” Sam’s chest ached at that, but he wasn’t going to force you into anything.

Looking up at him, you gave him a sad smile. “I want you. Us. What we were.” You told him. “Can we even have that now? With you knowing about what I did?” It scared you that he would hate you.

“You did what you had to.” He told you. “It hurts, but I was gone. That was your choice. Not mine, not Dean’s, no one but you had to decide.”

Nodding, you were glad that he wasn’t flying off the rails like you had half expected. “I’m scared the baby won’t have a soul.” You admitted it, for the first time outloud. He furrowed his brows at you, a silent question. “You’ve had your soul back for 6 weeks, I’m 10 weeks pregnant.”

Sam’s confusion turned to understanding. He put his forehead against yours. “Shit.” He breathed.

“Now you know why I’ve been hiding up here.” You told him. “I-I didn’t know how to be like ‘hey, by the way…’ without it sounding like shit.”

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A concept: Symmetra and Sombra meet up for the sole purpose of bragging about their girlfriends to each other.

It started casually, with Sombra bringing up one of Hana’s recent breaking of some world gaming record. Symmetra then proceeded to inform her of Mei’s latest environmental research breakthrough.

But as time went on it just sort of… escalated? To the point where nearly every statement is either extreme hyperbole or just flat-out not true (they both know it and neither cares).

“Did you hear, Mei is getting recognized at [insert large important dinner here]? I do believe she’s up for the top scientific prize that night.”

“Yeah? Well Hana just won three separate tournaments with record-setting scores each time. Pretty sure she’s getting some advertising deals out of it too.”

And so on and so forth. They do not stop, because each aggressively loves their girlfriend and is super proud of everything they do.

Mei and Hana are off to the side watching all of this go down with a shared bowl of popcorn. They’re very tired but it’s also ridiculously endearing.

“…Should we do something about this before it escalates to violence?” Hana asks around a mouthful of popcorn

“Not yet,” Mei says as she takes a sip of iced tea. “I need to hear more about my Nobel Prizes first.”

Just because hes the only one, doesn't mean hes the one for you.

For any highschooler, there’s a lot of pressure to be dating. Even if youre mlm. If youre the one kid who’s out, it can seem impossible to find a boyfriend. Until, one day, someone else comes out. As the two gay guys in the school, it’s gonna seem like you kinda have to date. Newsflash: You don’t.

Just because hes the only other guy who is into guys, doesn’t make him the match for you. If you two have chemistry, that’s great, if you like each other mutually, stay together. However, for a lot of us, it’s really more like you’re forced together. You just are together cause neither of you want to be lonely. This isn’t a recipe for a healthy relationship, if your love isn’t mutual, then you won’t last.

This is easier said than done, but try and just wait till later to find a guy. You’ll be happier that way. Try and be at least friends with the other guy though, that’s the best you could do for both of you.

Two Lines - Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request - “Can you do an imagine where Zach gets the reader pregnant and how they deal with that situation”

A/N: Hi guys! So I didn’t wanna bring too much politics into this but I felt it needed to be there for the characters to have a balanced conversation about this. (Abortion mention)

Just last month had been the day that had ultimately changed your life forever. You and Zach had been fooling around at your house since your parents were out. You hadn’t planned to do anything- but things had escalated and when it came to it neither of you really wanted to go to the store to get condoms, so you thought: fuck it. Fuck that, though. Because of that you’d been put into a very difficult situation. Here you were, looking down at the stick with two lines on it. The two lines which told you soon enough you would have a child inside you.

Your mind was all over the place- how could this be happening? Of course, you knew how, but it seemed too incomprehensible to actually be happening to you. There was also that pesky little problem of Zach, and not knowing how on earth he would react to the news. Your fingers trembled a little as you pressed his contact- a little photo of Zach with a pink plush fish, making an adorable fish face.

“Hey.” Your voice sounded like it was ringing out in a large empty room, echoing around you.

“Hey, what’s up?” Zach sounded happy that you’d called, no idea what would come next.

“Can you come over? We need to talk about something.” You knew those words sounded vague and daunting, but it was all you could think of. Zach’s mood changed.

“Uh… yeah… I’ll be over as soon as I can.” There was a fear in his voice, one that those words often ignited.

“Okay, thank you. I’ll see you soon.”


Zach knocked on your door. The nerves consumed you and you opened the door.

“Hey… you sounded… odd… on the phone…” Zach entered your house apprehensively. He was twiddling his thumbs.

“Hey.” You smiled, trying to disguise your own nerves. “Lets go to my room. You might wanna sit down.”

The boy followed you into your bedroom, he knew it well and had entered it many-a-time, but this time it felt entirely alien to him. He sat on the edge of the bed ready to burst. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Just get it over with. Break up with me. A clean break won’t be easy but it’ll be much easier than-”

“I’m not breaking up with you Zach! Christ. Although i don’t know how you’ll feel about that after the news.” You perched next to him.

“This is so much worse than I expected.” You laughed sardonically.

“Okay you have to tell me because I am freaking the fuck out.” Zach looked very stressed. You sighed.

“Okay. Okay. Urghhh! I’m - I’m - bloody hell i’m bloody pregnant Zach!” You shouted. Zach looked as though he’d been hit in the face with something really hard. Which, metaphorically, he had.

“Say something. Please.” You begged.

“I- I don’t know, this is such a shock. I don’t really know what I’m thinking right now, but I love you and we’ll figure out whatever it is together.” He rambled.

“You’re not leaving me then?” You sighed in relief. Zach chuckled slightly, seeming to come back to his senses, and shook his head.

“God no. We do probably need to discuss what we’re - you know - gonna do with it.” He awkwardly motioned toward your stomach. “And be 100% sure that you actually are pregnant. Like go to the doctor to check.” Zach seemed to be reciting all the facts he’d got off TV since really - he was pretty clueless.

“That’s a good idea, I’m not sure when I can go, I’ll have to google that.” You blushed. “Shit. How am I gonna look after a baby when I have to google how to do most things?”

“Hold on. It is mine right?” Sudden realisation struck him.

“Obviously. I can’t believe you’d even question that!” You were offended.

“I’m sorry, I just had to check.” He was apologetic.

“It’s okay, we’ll know if it’s Asian.” You joked.

“You wanna keep it?” Zach asked.

“I don’t know - I -”

“Obviously it’s entirely your choice. And I’ll support you completely if you decide to have an abortion, but i think I’d like to keep it.” Zach went slightly crimson, clearly uncomfortable about stepping on your toes, but knowing you wanted his opinion.

“You do?” You said, taken aback.

“Yeah… I mean it’s gonna be our kid. I know we’re young, but what if it’s fate, or something?” He was nervy, but sure of himself.

“I think I’d like to give it a bit more time to think over. And you have to help me tell my parents… I’m not too sure what they’ll think of you after knowing we didn’t use protection.” You giggled slightly.

“It’s okay. You’re my number one priority and although I don’t particularly want your parents to hate me, you matter more.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smiled at him and leaned in to peck him on the cheek.

“I can’t believe how cool you’ve been about this.” You grinned.

“I came into this thinking you were dumping me, this is a relief.”

“Yeah well we’ll see about that.”


Upon much debate, you and Zach decided to keep your child. It was a young girl who you’d named Hannah, after your close friend. Currently, you were sat in the hospital bed holding Hannah in your arms with Zach by your side.

“We did it, Zach.”

Request: “Hey! ❤Can I please request a Drabble where the reader and her boyfriend (JHope) go and play a game of laser tag along with other kids. The reader ends up being the captain of one team and JHope is the captain of the other. The game turns really competitive really fast. (You can decide who wins) Fluffy ending please~ Hopefully that made sense! ❤Thank you so much!” -Anon


idk if you would count it as a fluffy ending but its domestic af

Originally posted by syubto

Out of sheer boredom, Hoseok suggested trying out the new laser tag place opening up down the road from your apartment. Neither of you had anything better to do, so of course, you agreed. Only you didn’t know the mess that it would get the two of you in.

You turned up and greeted the man behind the counter with a smile. The man behind the counter was a long friend of both you and Hobi, so he agreed to let you participate in the next match; which happened to be a group of younger children. Agreeing that they were about that of your mental age -put together- you quickly ran to the briefing room hand in hand while Yoongi followed to give the health and safety talk.

“These two will be joining if you don’t mind.” He stated as the three of you entered the room full of children ranging from the ages of 9-14.

They all gave you looks of amusement but backed away from making any comments when your boyfriend started yelling about the gun Yoongi was holding. “Babe! Look at the gun! It has lights! OOH! It glows in the dark! Babe, look, look, look!” He took your upper arm in his hand and started shaking you violently.

“Yes, thanks for that analogy, Hoseok.” Yoongi shook his head, silencing Hoseok but sending the rest of the room into laughter before giving his own talk.

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anonymous asked:

long story but my best friend (pretty much sister) is dating this boy that I really don't like. And I want to be happy for my best friend, but idk how. The thing is, last night she face timed me crying over something he had done. I got mad and went to talk to him about it. We were talking (I was yelling tbh) and he called me things like brat and rude, etc. I told my friend and she said she would "try to bring it up" I just don't understand bc it seems like she's letting a boy get between us.

i would bring it up when neither of you are upset just bring it up before hes mentioned or anything make sure youre both in good moods 

anonymous asked:

Hey, could you please possibly do an imagine where you and Eric (or Dylan I don't mind) are best-friends and you've both never kissed anyone? One afternoon the two of you are hanging out and bring up how neither of you have ever kissed anyone and then you guys suggest you kiss each other to see what it feels like? 💕 love all your stories btw. 👌🏻

I’ll do a little imagine for both boys <3

Eric would be driving you home like he usually does. Going through his backpack to steal a cigarette, like you do everyday, but a paper would catch your eye his ‘Spit vs. Kiss’ paper was barely sticking out. Grabbing it out of curiosity you skimmed over the words “What is this” Eric would look over as his cheeks turned red “Don’t read that” you tossed the paper in his bag “I already did” he just kept his eyes on the road “Reb” “Reb” pulling into your driveway he slammed on the breaks “What!” he refused to look at you “Have you ever actually kissed anyone before” “No” although you already knew the answer it still took you by surprise, you would watch Eric go after girls and never understand why they turned him down. “If it makes you feel any better. I’ve never kissed anyone either.” That got his attention and he looked at you with a scowl “Don’t say shit just to make me feel better” looking away from his intense gaze “I’m not lying. Boys only want to kiss pretty girls.” It was silents but Eric’s gaze had softened as he looked at you “They’re all dicks any guy would be lucky to kiss you”. Your heart skipped a beat “Really” he nodded his head “Even…….you” Eric’s gaze looked from your eyes to your lips “Especially me”. The car was suddenly full of tension and you subconsciously let your tongue poke out and lick across your lips. Eyes transfixed on Eric’s pink lips as they came closer to yours.His lips touched yours and it felt as if your whole body was on fire as he pressed them harder against yours capturing your bottom lip between his own, saliva transferring into your mouth with the taste of cigarettes and you loved it. You hesitated as you let your hand caress the side of his face, the sweetness of his lips making you lightheaded but when he pulled away you realized it was because you forget to breath while wrapped up in his tender touch. His pupils were dilated and cheeks red you wondered if you looked the same. It was quiet as you stared into each other “Thank you” Eric smirked “You’re welcome” you didn’t know what else to say or do “Well I should go now we have that science test tomorrow and I should study” he nodded his head in a haze “Yeah me too, I’ll see you tomorrow” you reluctantly got out of the car and walked up to your door feeling Eric’s stare on you the entire way. He always made sure that you entered your house safely but this time it felt different.

AMF Belleview Lanes. Thats where you and your friends were every Friday night eating junk food from the snack bar and bowling. You, Eric and Dylan were on one team with your friends on the other. Both teams were neck and neck Dylan was the last one to bowl for the win. You watched as he swung the ball back then forward and released it, you watched in anticipation as the ball rolled down the lane right before it could even touch a pin it rolled right into the gutter “Oh no, it’s ok Dyl” you both laughed it off. Eric on the other hand was quite getting red in the face “Oh come on Reb it’s not a big deal” he looked at you then to Dylan “It kind of is I always get put on the same team as this fucking loser, he can’t do anything, no wonder your a fuck up V” your eyes got wide and everyone got quiet as they watched the interaction Dylan just stood quietly till Eric was done then he stomped out of the building. You shook your head at Eric “Reb you’re an asshole” and you went out after Dylan.

You stood and watched him light the cigarette hanging from his mouth “I don’t think your a loser, you’re one of the coolest people I know” Dylan jumped at your voice. He scoffed and shook his head, taking a long drag from his cigarette and sighed out the smoke, his eyes held a far away look as he stared into the dim parking lot. You moved closer to him, your body touching his, “Dyl don’t let it get to you it’s just Reb and you know how he gets, he just said it out of anger, he didn’t mean it” he looked down at you “It’s not just that, I get shit on all the time by everyone and I’m sick of it, no one cares about me” his words made your heart ache, and without thinking you’re stood on your tippy toes letting your hands rest in each of his shoulders and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips letting your eyes close for the short amount of time your lips were connected in a smoke filled kiss and when you pulled away Dylan’s eyes were still closed. You looked down at your shoes and when you glanced back up Dylan’s eyes were fluttering open, It was quiet between you and all you could feel was Dylan’s eyes staring at you and you were starting to regret it “Ya’ know what’s funny” Dylan just stayed silent “That was my first kiss” his eyes went wide “Really” you just shook your head “I know it’s lame that I’ve never kis-”

“It was my first kiss too” he said it so calmly you almost didn’t know what he said and you stopped “Really I would’ve thought you’d kissed a lot of girls” even through the dark you could see Dylan’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red while he shook his head no. “Girls don’t notice me, you know that” you stepped towards him again “No, because I notice you” your courage had vanished so when you went on your tippy toes for the second time you placed a chaste kiss onto his cheek instead of his lips. You both stood smiling at each other, your bodies still barely touch. But another presence made you jump away from each other. “Hey V man I’m not apologizing or any of that shit but I’ll pay for your game tonight” as Eric waited for an answer he looked from you to Dylan “Well damn, you guys finally get together or somethin’” both of your guy’s eyes went wide as Eric laughed walking back inside “Use protection”

rubyroseisms  asked:

*Ruby lays in bed at home crying into her pillow before she sends a text to the twins* Ruby: You girls went too far! I can't forgive you for this :'(

*The Twins reply*

M&M: Oh Ruby, we DID tell you what would happen if neither you nor your sister would cooperate~

Mark After Mark

Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader, Crowley, mentions of Sam

Request: Dean is self harming and the reader finds him. While patching him up she confesses her feelings and holds Dean to comfort him.

Words: 1,136

Warnings: Flangst, self harm, depression, attempted suicide

A/N: Thank you for being patient! I enjoyed writing this request. 

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Request: N/A, because no one would be cruel enough to request this

A/N: I… am so… SORRY.

Dad!Steve x reader

Word count: 1680

Summary: Your little girl is growing up to be a carbon copy of her father, you only wish he was around to see it.

Warnings: sadness, so much sadness, angst, nightmares, anxiety and PTSD, smidge of racism (it’s avenged though because racism is not cool) funerals, death

(GIFs not mine)

Originally posted by thehardestpartus

Originally posted by otabeksaltins

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anonymous asked:

dude he is literally not confirmed. i dont want him back and neither do you so stop acting like he is coming back just to stir up drama. if you know for a fact that he is confirmed then show the receipts

i wouldn’t say he’s confirmed to stir up drama? i wish he wasn’t confirmed, but everyone has said he is and he’s coming back, so, dude, stay the hell away from my blog, i would never use my love for chris for a little drama, i’m not a 16 year old who lives off of tumblr drama

anonymous asked:

How would BTS react to you teaching them how to play pool? I've seen lots of stuff about boys teaching girls, what would happen if the roles were reversed? Thanks so much! Love you! Keep up the amazing work! ❤️❤️

omg okay i like this one!! here is the hyung line, maknae line will either be coming later tonight or tomorrow at the latest! ❤️


  • can you imagine this boy trying to teach you how to play pool
  • he doesn’t strike me as someone who’d be particularly good at it? just because i don’t think he has the patience
  • if there’s a pun or a joke to do with pool, he’ll know it and share it with you. over and over again until you’re both doubled over laughing
  • neither you nor him would mind whether or not you’re particularly good at it - you’re there to have a good time

Originally posted by bwiseoks


  • another with barely any patience
  • tied w jimin for worst pool player in korea lbr
  • he’d do his best to teach you tho, and would show you a bunch of strategies
  • these strategies never work for him though
  • and you’d probably end up kicking his ass at it

Originally posted by leojuseyo


  • surprisingly good?
  • like he has a lot of patience and wouldn’t mind going over the rules over and over 
  • ‘hold it like this, Y/N’, ‘no, like this’
  • it’d be a pretty even match

Originally posted by ksjknj


  • the playful sort of player
  • he’d definitely cheat a little, probably make up some of the rules as he goes 
  • you’d place bets on who wins
  • it’s often him, but only cos he cheats

Originally posted by syubto

  • ADHD hell brain: you want something
  • Me: ok, what?
  • AHDH hell brain: something.
  • Me: ...what something?
  • ADHD hell brain: sound.
  • Me: ok? Music? Netflix? YouTube?
  • ADHD hell brain: want something...