peace all around

an anon requested rize and kaneki getting along in an au and i am weak (so weak) for florist/tattoo artist au’s

“Whatever is prayed for at the time of breaking the fast is granted and never refused.” Her father reminds them as they all raise their hands together and make silent supplication.

Sana prays for peace. For people all around the world, who are afflicted with different kinds of pain.

For the needy who aren’t as fortunate as her and are breaking their fast with only a date.

For the families who have lost loved ones, right before this joyous occasion.

For anyone who’s suffering and needs relief.

For her friends, muslim and non muslim.

For her parents.

She prays for them all.

And finally she prays for herself.

She prays that her fast is accepted, that she gets As in all her classes and is able to fulfill her dream of becoming a surgeon in the future, that people accept her for who she is.

She prays for inner peace.

The Adhaan starts playing on someone’s phone.

She takes the first bite of the date and sweetness fills her mouth. And she recites the dua she learned as a child.

“The thirst has gone and the veins are quenched, and reward is confirmed, if Allah wills.”

anonymous asked:

Hi this is European holiday anon! Don't mind me I'm a little nervous to come of anon bc this blog has nothing to do with yoi whatsoever but if you need me to I will. If this is about a kic chapter 3 not being out before tomorrow, that's okay; just let me know the date it'll be out and I'll be able to pay for wifi for a little bit of time at the resort I'll be staying at :) I'm really excited to read it! Love you Justine!

first off i love you and i’m sorry! ❤️  this has been a hellish week and i’m submitting my last final today ahhh. but anyway omg i dont want you paying wifi to read it dfjdkd what. ok. let’s do this ok euro hols my lov: give me 1 more week

thanks so much for being patient and here’s a preview!! 

“I have a surprise for you,” Victor says, eyes twinkling. He’s wearing that ghost-smile again, the one where the corners of his mouth are upturned and only the faintest glimpse of teeth peek out from behind pink lips. Yuuri wonders again if the man ever completely smiles, is tempted to make a note for himself to conduct some deep research behind this phenomenon – but then Victor’s tugging his arm and shooting him another glance. It’s bright, too bright for nine in the morning, and it’s not that it burns but it’s warm

Yuuri feels like he’s been struck with something all of a sudden. Some truth that he’s only beginning to grasp and his fingers itch for his pen so he can mind-map it out, deconstruct every look that Victor’s given him since that moment at Saint Laurent –

Victor stops them right outside a discreet door next to the HMC closet. Yuuri had never even noticed it before; it’s white, blends into the wall around it. “Close your eyes, please.” 


Pearl Jam - Throw Your Arms Around Me (Eddie Vedder solo)

Father and Son

@kaelinaloveslomaris gave me a prompt of Vader and Luke surviving RotJ, Vader carrying Luke, and Luke holding Vader’s hand.  (I may have been grumbling about Dreamwalker again.)  So have a ficlet!  It immediately follows a slightly different fight on the second Death Star.

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How, somehow, you are
my heart and when
things fall apart (or not,
too soon to tell) there is
a reckoning of sorts. What is
over and where is not. We
will go on for tomorrow or for when
we are apart and this
is circular. I need you
to understand: I need you
here. When you are not
present I find myself
confused and longing.

This is what love is when
love is not. What you have
may be a place or moment in time
where you felt peace
when all around you blistered
into ash. You become
what you feel at the time;
blossom or wilt.

You have little choice; spark
brightness fades just the same
as dying, I suppose. You breathe
life into brittle movements bereft of tongue
to muscle spirit forward. Fit to live
you die a second time. Silent, alone,
still beating.

Where go the unfinished poems
abandoned by the poet.

© 2017 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller

”It’s okay little Firefly”

Well…since @meldy-arts posted the picture I figured I should post the fanfic I wrote for it…

But really though, this sparked me writing like three angst things last night, one I posted already and the other I may post later as well? And it all started when I showed Mel “Runnin’ Home to You” and it’s a happy song right?!? But now….now it’s an angst song for me….why *flops*

Okay enough talking, now for the fic, which is really feelsy…just and fyi xD

Fic below the cut because of INTENSE FEELS:

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In a remote area filled with lush green grass and foliage layed a snoozing young pirate under a tree. Even though the day seemed peaceful all around him, he was not at ease. He was in a cold swear fingers twitching as the poor skeleton struggled to get sleep. Unfortunately, his fever did not appear to help him as well, the curse spreading throughout his body. At the same point in time a black cloaked figure was sneaking through the trees, a dagger in there hand. There mission was to a certain pirate, and from so locals near by they heard them say he was usually out here. They kept walking forward, looking around and trying to stay as quiet as possible.
The pirates eyes shot open upon hearing a faint rustle in the distance. his eyes went from red to a demented purple as a creepy smile grew on his face. He pretended to be asleep, waiting for his persuer to get closer.
The figure soon spotted him and slinked closer tightening the grip on there dagger. As they did so the pirate nasty grin widens, his cursed arms slowly shifting into jagged claws. The person looked around making sure no locals were present, when they looked back at the pirate they noticed his arms shifting. They backed up a bit mumbling something before slinking up. They stayed alert for anything possible.
Suddenly the pirate turns and slashes his claws, the person dodged before lunging at them. The pirate smirked and dashed around them, once the figure hit the ground they were pinned to the ground. “Well well… If it isn’t my first meal of the day~♥” he hissed, licking his sharp teeth.
The person stared at them, “you can try.. but I’m not that much of an easy catch~” the person said sounding female. She put her foot up to his chest and kicked him off getting up quickly. “Oof!” The pirate stumbled back but managed to get back on his feet as he slid back. “Is that so~” he chuckled, “well then… I guess it doesn’t hurt to EARN your meal…” He dashed forward quick as an shadow.
The person hopped over him then turned slashing at him with the dagger, he barely dogged only to get slashed by shirt. “TSK!” He shifted his claws into a sword and clashes with the dagger only for the person to jump back a good distance. She shoved some hair back into her hood, “comon pirate boy..” he dashed forward moving like a shadow. “Typical Huntsgirl~” he then jumps at her slashing at her shoulder, she ducked out of the way the sword only snagging her cloak, she wiped around and threw the dagger at him.
He looked shocked as the dagger lodged into his chest, he stumbled across the dirt hissing. He tried to remove the dagger as the person walked up pulling out another dagger from her boot. “Well well..~ let me help you there..” she stabbed the other dagger into his chest. “Hack!” He felt a pain surge through him as another dagger was stabbed into his chest. His eyes went from purple to blue, “I…” He slowly looks down and stared daggers then to the hunter. “Well…. Well played..” he said still trying to remove the dagger.
She patted his shoulder as the other hand reached down and pulled out one of the daggers. “Aw hun..~ I’m sure everything will be fine~” she stabbed it into his shoulder before walking off, hoping he’ll bleed to death.
He started coughing up blood. the stabs were in too deep and his ribs. He gave up pulling the daggers after using up what’s left of his energy. He didn’t have much energy left from being sick and very tired. He stared up at the sky and forced up one last smile “………Papyrus….” His smile melted into a frown as tears begin to well up in his eye sockets. “Im sorry……” He started to cry his heart out as he slowly turn to nothing but black dust. All that remained of him was his clothes, bandana and a picture of him. papyrus and Gaster, smiling at the camera with the words scribbled on it ‘Don’t forget…’

CTK: @perfectshadow06

Special thank to~
Perf for rping the idea out and @nighthowl3 for being a beta reader, and then both for sanity x’D

Have a great day!




Shanti or Inner Peace arises when we learn the art of letting go. Our minds have habit of holding onto things, to thoughts, to materialistic things, to people we love, and to the people and things we hate. Use these simple and powerful mantras, understand them and chant them. Make this a habit and its guaranteed to change your life forever. Cultivating Peace within is one of the most daunting and more rewarding task we would ever do in our lives. If you can not chant, just play these mantras in the background as you do your daily chores.


Om Shanti Om is an ancient Vedic Mantra. Om is the sound of universe, the primordial sound. Shanti means peace in Sanskrit.
As we meditate on this Mantra, we are wishing and spreading peace for all human kinds, all the living and non living beings, and spreading peace in entire universe.


Anṯarjāmī purakẖ biḏẖāṯe sarḏẖā man kī pūre.
Nānak ḏās ihai sukẖ māgai mo ka▫o kar sanṯan kī ḏẖūre.
O Inner-knower, Searcher of Hearts, O Primal Being, Architect of Destiny: please fulfill this yearning of my mind.
Nanak, Your slave, begs for this happiness: let me be the dust of the feet of the Saints.


Om Sarveshaam Svastir-Bhavatu |
Sarveshaam Shaantir-Bhavatu |
Sarveshaam Purnam-Bhavatu |
Sarveshaam Mangalam-Bhavatu |
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti ||
May there be Well-Being in All,
May there be Peace in All,
May there be Fulfilment in All,
May there be Auspiciousness in All,
Om Peace, Peace, Peace.


Ŧan man shāʼnṯ hoi aḏẖikāī rog kātai sūkẖ savījai.
My mind and body are calm and tranquil; the disease has been cured, and now I sleep in peace.


lokah: location, realm, all universes existing now
samastah: all beings sharing that same location
sukhino: centered in happiness and joy, free from suffering
bhav: the divine mood or state of unified existence
antu: may it be so, it must be so (antu used as an ending here transforms this mantra into a powerful pledge)


Aum Bhur Bhuvah Swah, Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi, Dhiyo Yo Nah Prachodayat
We meditate on the glory of the Creator;
Who has created the Universe;
Who is worthy of Worship;
Who is the embodiment of Knowledge and Light;
Who is the remover of Sin and Ignorance;
May He open our hearts and enlighten our Intellect.


Om Asato Ma Sad Gamaya
Tamasoma Jyotir Gamaya
Mrityor Ma Amritam Gamaya
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti
Lead me from the unreal to the real
Lead from the darkness to the light (
Lead me from fear of death to immortality of soul (gained by the Knowledge of the Immortal Self beyond Death )
Let there be peace peace and peacefulness all around us.


Aum dyauḥ śāntirantarikṣaṁ śāntiḥ
pṛthivī śāntirāpaḥ śāntiroṣadhayaḥ śāntiḥ
vanaspatayaḥ śāntirviśvedevāḥ śāntirbrahma śāntiḥ
sarvaṁ śāntiḥ śāntireva śāntiḥ
sā mā śāntiredhi
Aum śāntiḥ, śāntiḥ, śāntiḥ


May peace radiate there in the whole sky as well as in the vast ethereal space everywhere.

May peace reign all over this earth, in water and in all herbs, trees and creepers.
May peace flow over the whole universe.
May peace be in the Supreme Being Brahman.
And may there always exist in all peace and peace alone.
Aum peace, peace and peace to us and all beings!

via Meditative Mind

I really just want to focus on going to school, doing good, getting another job, reading more often, drinking tea like I used to and finding very small things to be happy over. I really just want to feel peacefulness all around me. Nothing to stress over and nothing to worry me.


Unfucktheworld by Angel Olsen, from Burn Your Fire For No Witness (2014)

They have an interesting connection. A lot of people say, ‘Oh, it’s a romantic connection.’ But I think right now, it’s a connection where he feels a certain amount of peace with her. He sees that she understands him a little bit and that she is willing to look at him with compassion and maybe hope for the best in him. And I’m certain that there is more than that and there is an attraction between them, but this is a long story and we’re not quite there yet in terms of romance.
—  Michael Narducci on whether Klaus and Cami will ever admit their feelings for each other (x)

Chibs bringing his girl to a Samcro party for @may85 ! Hope you like it!


This definitely wouldn’t be your first date with Filip, but the butterflies in your belly make it feel like it is as you look yourself in the mirror. It’s not as fancy as the other dates he’s taken you on, settling for simple jeans that hug your thighs and bottom in just the right ways along with a a black top that dips down far enough you’re showing a little cleavage and the rest of it flows with the curves of your body.

The two of you are just going to a Samcro party together, you’d already met every one of the guys and felt at peace around them all. You especially got along with Happy, the two of you sitting and talking about various things you have in common. Many of the croweaters believe that you’re simply using Chibs because he’s the V.P. and that your true love is Happy.

The relationship you and Happy have is simply friends, if anything, he looks at you as a sister and you look to him as a brother. In your mind, you could never have actual feelings for Happy, though he’s a handsome man, you’ve only got eyes for Filip himself. And croweaters don’t seem to believe that.

When you hear the rumble of Chibs’ bike outside of your home, you grab your phone and wallet before heading outside, greeting him with a kiss. “You’re lookin’ too good for a good ole SAMCRO party, lass.” Chibs teases and you roll your eyes with a grin and a hint of a blush on your cheeks, patting his chest.

“Have to look good and never less.” You joke with a laugh, pulling Chibs down for a deep kiss, your hands cupping at his cheeks. His hands rest on your hips and he hums against your mouth, moving to deepen it further, though you pull back. “Not disappointing Gemma and showing up late. Plus, Chucky’s cooking and you know how much I love his cooking.” You state.

Chibs huffs softly, moving a hand to pat at your bottom. “I’m gettin’ you to myself later then, love.” He growls and you try ignoring the shiver sent down your spine along with the heat growing between your thighs. “You’ll have me all night, Filip.” You breathe.

Leaving it at that before he gets too caught up in the moment, Chibs steps back onto his bike, getting you settled behind him with his helmet on your head before driving off for the clubhouse.


The moment you two step into the clubhouse, all eyes are on you, the guys smirking. “And the lovely couple makes it on time!” Tig yells, one of the prospects groaning and handing over a hundred dollar bill to Tig. “Taking advantage of the new meat I see, Trager.” You laugh, Tig shrugging with a grin as he leans down to kiss your cheek.

“Just doing business, doll.” Tig laughs and you nod, saying hello to the boys that aren’t preoccupied with a girl on their lap, that including Happy. You and Chibs both know you don’t need each other right there at parties, and Chibs knows that nothing is going on between you and Happy.

So if you slip off after kissing his cheek in the middle of the party to go sit with Happy and talk a little, getting down some beers together, it’s perfectly fine.

What isn’t perfectly fine is that a croweater who’s been eyeing Happy all night gets upset when she sees you with him, the two of you sharing laughs and smiles. The girl grabs a full beer bottle, storming her way towards you and dumping it over your hair and drenching your shirt as well, making you gasp and jump off the barstool you’re sitting on.

Happy immediately stands as well, making sure you’re okay before glaring at the girl as she slams the bottle onto the counter. “You’re a lying, cheating bitch!” She yells and you laugh at her words, wiping beer from your eyes, effectively smearing the makeup you’d worked so hard on that evening.

Chibs hears the commotion, looking up and once his eyes land on you, he immediately stands, making his way over. The girl lunges herself for you but before she can lay a finger on you, Chibs is pulling her back firmly, pointing to the doorway.

“Out! Now!” He barks, the girl looking to Chibs with wide eyes, his voice making her shake slightly. Happy grabs a towel to wipe the beer dripping down your face, Chibs looking to you and sighing. “C'mon, love.” He murmurs, guiding you back to his apartment in the clubhouse.

You follow, the stickiness of the beer making you cringe, Chibs shutting the door behind you. He rummages through clothes as you head into the bathroom, starting the shower, and stripping down.

Once you’re clean and don’t smell completely of beer, you step out and dry yourself off, finding the clothes Chibs has laid on the sink counter. It’s one of his shirts with a pair of baggy boxers that’ll probably be shorts on you.

Stepping into your underwear, you pull the clothes on, sighing at the comfy, clean clothes and heading back into the bedroom, seeing Chibs sat on the bed. He looks up and smiles at the sight of you, motioning you over.

“Feel better?” He murmurs as he settle for straddling his lap, nodding and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Mhm. Don’t reek of beer anymore.” You laugh, kissing Chibs gently and sighing.

“What was all that ‘bout anyways?” He hums, nuzzling your noses together, you sighing. “Everyone thinks I’m using you but fucking Hap on the side.” You explain softly, Chibs pulling back as he rolls his eyes.

“All that matters is I know you’re not fucking Happy on the side.” Chibs sighs, flipping the two of you over and making you laugh as he nuzzles into your neck, his goatee tickling your neck.

This is about the soft awakenings,
the brave realisations, the happening miracles.
This is about loss,
and what you find after.
This is about how the sun loved the moon so much
she’d let her shine even in the day.
This is no longer listening to the room of echoes,
of finally letting go,
of getting to know lightness.
This is the swallows singing the sky home.
This is about the way you look at me
when you’re drunk. Like
I’m a miracle. Like
maybe this is all enough for us.
And this is laughter claiming home
in our mouths.
This is about the words you say
when you think I’m not listening.
And these are the battles that have left us defeated,
the wars we’ve won, and
the bloodshed that keeps on coming.
This is slipping through forever
and catching the moments as we fall.
This is what happens after.
The healing.
The days of barely making it.
This is setting yourself on fire
to burn through the darkness,
to get to the other side.
This is searching for something, anything.
This is walking through your ghosts and
finding pieces of yourself everywhere.
This is building yourself a home and having
every wall leaning a little bit to the left
because your hands couldn’t stop shaking.
This is standing at the edge
of some unknown
with a gentle tremble in your chest.
This is it.
This is it.
This is it.
—  A.Y. // this is it