not that it's a hardship

shrek the third actually parallels star wars where, in the absence of power, a blond kid who happens to be an up and coming leader meets a green creature who teaches them about the world and hardships to come. the government is overthrown and its up to the blond kid to bring back balance and set things right

my internal conflict:  B.A.P b.a.p BAP Bap or bap


161204 // yixing comforting a boy at his fansign, who was crying over seeing his idol for the first time (*´∀`*)

i guess the thing that draws me to persona so much is how the themes of the games are very much tailored to humanity’s shared issues

persona 3 is a game about death, about hardship, and how you crawl out of it with bleeding hands and exhausted bones, but you still do it. its about finding the strength to continue to live even after severe hardship, and overcoming the desire to simply give up. every social link surrounds a character going through a hard time, the most extreme probably being akinari coming to terms with his own inevitable death. each character feels hopeless and wants nothing more than to give up and cease trying, but all overcome it with help from the protagonist. the end of the game sees you fight nyx, the effective personification of this desire of humanity to succumb to hardship and simply end it and die, and you overcome it with the equal of humanities desire to overcome and survive. 

persona 4, comparatively, is a game about acceptance, about recognizing your own flaws and accepting that they are as much a part of you as your skills, and coming to peace with that, and learning to not worry about what others WANT you to be, and simply be happy with who you ARE, showed best by kanjis complex about his reputation as a thug, and his actual interests being traditionally female, which he learns to just accept and embrace as himself regardless of what others think. you fight izanami, a goddess trying to enact what she believes humanity wants, influencing them to be something theyre not, when the protagonist allows humanity to choose their own fate by fighting her off. 

persona 5, however, is a game about rebellion and denial. its about seeing the hand youre dealt, and deciding, fuck this, flipping the table in the dealers face and telling him to fuck off. every character is in a situation they resent, but accept, as they feel they have no other choice. the game follows them learning that they DONT have to simply accept it, and to find the strength and drive to reject how things are, and change their own situation. in the end you literally shoot god in the face with satan, the ultimate rebel, cause god wants to kill humanity and fuck that noise son. 

idk where i was going with this but i just…. love the themes of the persona games.

isn’t it fucked up how harry and louis are vocal about how their relationship has its hardships in their songs but their love for each other trumps all of them and harry has even gone so far as to say he’d give everything up if louis just asked him to i think that’s fucked up

Lgbtq+ people getting outed and kicked out is such an important, real-world issue. And yet they (SG) doesn’t properly explore it? What the actual fuck.  

Establish A Secretive Relationship With Allāh

“Every single day you say seventeen times:

إِيََّّكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيََّّكَ نَسْتَعِيُ

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)


Pairing: BTS Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1138

A/N this one is sorta different to other ones I’ve written, idk where the collage idea came from but yeah… also would anyone like it if I made a masterlist?

and jungkook looks so good here oml


You sat alone on the couch in front of the television, scrolling without purpose through social media feeds. Jungkook should be home soon, you thought to yourself, glancing at the time. The exciting stage in yours and Jungkook’s relationship had never seemed to die down, a gentle buzz of butterflies fluttering at the pit of your stomach when you thought of seeing him soon. Just being in his company, hearing him, touching him, breathing him.

After you’d whirled up a daydream in your head of welcoming home Jungkook in a variety of different ways, you hardly noticed him emerging from the front door. His body seemed to slump over uninvitingly, the hood of his jacket masking a shadow across his eyes, darkening them further. You swallowed slightly; you’d encountered sulky-Jungkook many times.  

Concerned, you pulled yourself up from the comforting grip of the couch and made your way over to Jungkook. Ignoring you, he brushed past you and threw himself into the singular chair adjacent to the sofa and buried his head in his hands, groaning slightly. You followed him and leant against the back of the chair, gently kneading your hands into his shoulders.

“You okay?” you murmured. He sighed heavily in reply. You began to massage his shoulders before leaning close to his ear and inquiring, “want to talk about it?”

“I just can’t,” he stated. You furrowed your brows together and returned to the sofa so your knees were brushing against his when you sat down.

“Can’t what?” You weren’t expecting the endless list Jungkook was about to announce.

“I can’t be in this group. They’re all so much better than me – I’m just the mindless teenager of the group. They’re mature, clever and talented. I don’t like being the one everyone has to look down on. I can’t even legally drink for God’s sake. I try so, so hard to keep up, and I put so much effort into practising, recording, performing and I still always seem to be miles behind.” His eyes hadn’t met yours once, and you couldn’t help but study the dark circles hanging like necklaces under them. They acted as a warning, driving your gaze away.

“Jungkook…” You began softly. Jungkook tore his harsh glare from the cracked floorboards and looked straight into your wide eyes.

“I can’t even maintain a stable relationship with one person, let alone hold a band of seven together!” he cried out in anger, pushing himself off the chair and taking refuge to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

His words stung, icy tears forming in your eyes. Blinking them away, you reassured yourself he hadn’t meant it. Jungkook had had his moments like this before, with barely breathing a single word he had exploded and lashed out.

You knew better than to go after Jungkook. Overtime in your relationship the two of you had both learned how to react towards each other in different situations, and giving Jungkook his space was better than instantly retorting his way.  

Staying in the open plan living room, you recalled how he’d looked when he’d come home. His hair was messy, his eyes tired, his coat even seemed to look heavy on him, rendering him breathless. He’d probably overworked himself dancing again.  

Like the devil on your shoulder, part of you wanted to saunter into the bedroom and demand he explain himself by saying he couldn’t maintain a stable relationship. As far as you knew, your relationship with Jungkook was completely normal, like any other couple. You had arguments, but who didn’t? You had known from the beginning that falling in love with a star would come with its hardship: late nights; months apart from each other and copious amounts of stress.

You shook away the temptation which would only lead into more drama. Taking to your phone again, an idea crossed your mind.

Being in touch with many social medias, you scrolled and searched for posts about Jungkook. His fans truly adored the group, and you thought Jungkook ought to know quite how much. Feeling particularly creative and productive, you decided to create a collage. You printed out many comments and posts of fans genuinely appreciating Jungkook’s hard work and talent, instead of just his looks. They all appreciated what he did, and it was all just a mirror of your own feelings towards him.

It had taken you over an hour to finish up the collage and Jungkook finally made an appearance out of the bedroom. Maybe he’d wondered why you hadn’t approached him yourself yet. You were sitting at the kitchen table. You looked up to see him sheepishly ruffling his hair, head tipped down to look at the floor. He had changed out of his clothes and was now wearing an oversized grey t-shirt and black jeans. He looked up at you and smiled slightly.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered, fingers now playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “I went mental and you hadn’t even done anything – or said anything.” You smiled back softly. He made his way forward, dragging the other chair at the table out and sitting opposite you. He leaned his chin on his hands, his elbows on the table top.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. You’re allowed your evenings to release stress,” you said, still fiddling with the collage you’d made.

“Yes, but not at you. I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean any of what I said. Well, the stuff about our relationship.”

“But you did about feeling worthless in BTS?” you asked, meeting his eyes. Jungkook made a noise of agreement and shrugged slightly, letting his eyes wander around the room.

“What’s that?” He glanced at the collage in front of you, attempting to change the subject. You picked it up and held it so he could see.

“I made it for you,” you stated, proud. He gently reached for it and began reading the words glittered over the board. His lips parted slightly in shock. This time it was him who didn’t utter a word. “Jungkook, you’re worth so much more than you think. You’re an amazing singer, dancer, boyfriend… And look, the rest of the whole world seems to think so too.” You pointed at the page.

“People really think of me like this…?” he breathed.

“Well, they don’t love BTS for no reason, do they?”

“Y/N, I love you,” Jungkook sighed, gently placing the collage down on the table and reaching over to pull you towards him. Over the table, the two of you shared a kiss. One hand rested on your neck below your ear while the other softly held your chin in place.

“I love you too. And don’t forget that millions of others do also.”

The thing is, Robert and Aaron were never a fairytale romance. They weren’t at the start, or at the middle, and god knows they won’t be a fairytale when they reach their inevitable end.

It’s not always an easy thing to accept, that a couple you love, that has been made amazing and incredible and, well, fairytale-esque is something that is spoiled, or that can be spoiled.

Neither Robert nor Aaron are heroes in their fairytales. They’ve both messed up in some way at some time or another, and they will again. They will hurt each other and themselves and their families. They are not heroes of a fairytale.

But that doesn’t mean they can’t still be heroes. For me, heroes aren’t people who do no wrong, but people who overcome obstacles. Not all of you will agree with me, and that’s fine. I don’t expect you to. My own personal viewpoint is that Aaron and Robert’s relationship is real. They haven’t been living in a bubble this whole time, blind to the world and all of its hardships. They’ve suffered along the way, they’ve hurt each other along the way. And yet they still manage to come through. They still manage to overcome the obstacles, even though they’re sometimes up against unbelievable odds.

If you don’t have darkness, you can’t see the light. That is a cliche and one that doesn’t always ring true. But I hope in this case, for Robert and Aaron, it does. They were never a fairytale. They never purported to be. What they are, are two men trying to fumble and trip their way through the darkness, and help each other out of the other side, into the light.

A huge part of capitalism is that you literally have to participate, if you want to eat you have to work for a boss, if you want to be part of mainstream culture that always involves monetary exchange. Wishing that things were different isn’t invalid because you participate. Abstaining from these things isn’t noble its hardship and isolation. If everyone who believes in change isolates themselves nothing will ever be any different.


Adam Driver as Kylo Ren in Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015)

And again PS crapped out and froze on me mid set, so it seems there’s another half assed attempt of making some quality. Honestly I’m at the end of my tether, I’m thinking of reverting back to good ol’ CS4 at this point. Sorry. Thank the Force he’s pretty.

What Goes on in the Kitchen

requests: Can you do a newt smut where it’s really kinky and you two end up “doing it” on the kitchen table?… I am so SRRY for this ahah 😳😂

KINKY SMUT !?!??!??? PLEASE unless you feel uncomfortable writing it xxx

warnings: smut

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Kol Mikaelson: Are you offering?

Words count: 1166

Warning: Kissing, blood-sharing, mention of sex?

Summery: You are kidnapped, Kol comes to the rescue and then some interesting things happen. (NOT MY BEST DESCRIPTION)

Dating an original comes with its burdens and hardships. You knew that. Dating Kol Mikaelson comes with even more danger, Kol is compulsive and piss a lot of people off. Being one (if not only) of his weaknesses, made you an instant target, but as time went on you always knew that Kol will come for you no matter how long it took him he always comes for you. If he was ever daggered someone from his family got you.

So when you were kidnapped you were pissed, scared but you knew that you’ll be free soon enough. Especially that the stupid vampire took you while you were on your way to see Kol for a date night. You’re sure that when you didn’t show up Kol knew something must have happened, and with your phone ringing in the corner it was only a matter of hours maybe even minutes until Kol comes.

“You know it’s a big mistake, right?” You asked the blonde vampire in front of you.

“How is that puppet?” You cringed at the name he gave you.

“A lot have tried to lure Kol out and do just as you have done, and all have failed.” You informed him, even though you know he knew that already. “What makes you think you’re different?”

“I have a few witches on my side.” He smirked and walked closer to where you were tied to a chair, the robes holding you were laced with Vervain making your skin burn and sizzle.

“As if that’s gonna help.” You smirk just to piss him off, you wanted to get under his skin and make his last hours like hell.

“Well it’s going to and, when he comes my witches will kill him.” The stupidest vampire alive said.

“God! You really are dumb, you need to get your brain checked. In all my year as a vampire I have never met a more retarded vampire than you are.” You told him, you can tell he was getting angrier as you talked. “I thought us vampires got smarter as the years went by, but I guess not all of us do.”

“Well you shut up!” He shouted at me and glared. I only smirked and he moved in even closer to me, suddenly his face cleared and he was the one smirking. “You are such a beautiful thing, I know why Kol keeps you close, but I think it’s unfair that he doesn’t share, so what do you say? Are you up to some fun?”

You jerked away from him as his hand got closed to your face by the second. “GET. AWAY. FROM. ME.” You seethed out each word, you were furious.

“Now why would I do such thing?” Just as he said that the door was slammed open and Kol stood in the door way with blood on his hands, mouth, everywhere really.

“Because she said so.” Kol said and vamp speeded to the stunt vampire and in one move his heart was on the floor, and his body joined soon after. “Now darling.” Kol turned to you and smiled. “Why do you always get yourself in such difficult situations?”

“Well you are the reason I am in danger, in the first place.” You told him as he ripped the robs off, his hands burning for a second, you sighed in relief the pain was getting on your nerve.

“I guess I have to keep you in my sight 24/7 then.” Kol smirked at you while you rubbed your sore hands.

“I guess you have, but first I need blood to hear.” You told Kol, as you took longer than usual to heal. “So are you offering?” Blood-sharing is such intimate thing, but and Kol have done it before.

“You know I always am, but let’s go to our place first.” Kol said smiling down at you, since he was taller. “Here I’ll carry you.”

“I can walk just fine.” You told him but wrapped your hand around his neck none the less, you can never say no to being close to him.

“I know, but I love holding you.” You nuzzled his neck and sighed, feeling safe in his arms. It took you Kol a few minutes to get to your rented flat in Italy, where you two were spending a holiday away from his family, it was supposed to be drama free but there’s no thing as drama free time when you’re a Mikaelson or living with one. Kol sat you down on the bed gently, and vamp speeded to the bathroom to wipe all the blood off. You took off your leather jacket and throw it on the floor and leaned on the headboard. Waiting for Kol to return and he soon did.

“Now well you feed me.” You asked your handsome boyfriend.

“Now I will do more than that.” Kol said and sat next to your legs, but still very close to your face, his legs were on the floor. Kol slowly rolling up his sleeves. He raised his wrist to your mouth and your eyes turned red with vines around them and fangs came out, you bite into his wrist and moaned as the irony substance hit your tongue. You held his write with both your hand and bite harder, Kol groaned in pleasure.

“That’s darling.” He whispered his voice raspy. Kol’s hands wrapped in your hair and pulled you away from his wrist only to crash his lips to yours into a hungry kiss. You moaned and titled your head to the side to deepen the kiss, your hands ran up and down his chest slowly feeling his muscles under his shirt. Kol had one hand in your hair while the other was on your thigh.

Kol nipped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly, only for his tongue to pass your lips and massage your own. You pulled away to take a deep breath but Kol didn’t stop his mouth moved to your neck, he sucked and kissed and bite at your neck then moved to your sweet spot, and sank his fangs there only for you to throw your head back and for you to let out a loud moan. Kol sucked your blood, the feeling of the blood leaving your body gave you a pleasurable tingle all over your body, it was one of the best feelings you have ever felt.

“Kol.” You moaned his name and you hand move to his shirt, and you ripped his shirt open, literally. Kol pulled back and you moved his face back to yours just for your lips to meet again. “I” kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. You felt him smile against your lips.

“I love you too darling, but now is time for you to lose everything you’re wearing.” With that you spent the rest of the night and part of the next morning, making love and showing each other just how much you loved each other.

No matter how hard you’ve got it, no matter how many times you’ve slipped, always keep your faith in Allah. Have hope in His mercy. Remember Allah is with the patient!

Holy Qur'an, al-Baqarah 286: Allah does not charge a soul except [with that within] its capacity.

Holy Qur'an, ash-Sharh 5-6: For indeed, with hardship [will be] ease. Indeed, with hardship [will be] ease.

Holy Qur'an, al-Baqarah 153: O you who have believed, seek help through patience and prayer. Indeed, Allah is with the patient.

Holy Qur'an, at-Talaaq Talaq 2-3: Whoever keeps from disobedience to Allah in reverence for Him and piety, He enables a way out for him (of every difficulty), And provides for him from where he does not reckon. Whoever puts his trust in Allah, He is sufficient for him (for all his needs). Allah surely executes what He decrees; assuredly Allah has appointed a measure for everything.