suddenly sunday

Six Sentence Sunday- 10/8/17

“I had to,” Sherlock murmuered to himself while climbing the few steps to her flat.

“There were really no options,” he added, running fingers through his hair as he stopped at Molly’s door, drawing a deep and almost painful breath before raising a freshly injured fist to knock.

“I said it because I had to,” he practiced softly, feeling adequately prepared as he heard her soft but deliberate little steps approach…but then she opened the door.

A bolt of lightning struck his soul by way of her achingly warm and vulnerable brown eyes connecting with his, shaking him to the core and making him forget everything that he thought he knew and replacing it with one unexpected thing which bubbled up in his chest and rolled out onto his tongue.

The truth.

“I meant it.”


It’s two o'clock on the edge of the morning,
she’s running magical circles around my head…

that ‘70s show + sing street

henlo i am crY ign



Yesterday was the perfect example of a bad day for me. It was one of those days where nothing just seems to work, you forget everything, you lose stuff, everything goes out of hand, and just as you thought the day couldn’t possibly get worse, something else comes up. Let’s not go into details, suffice it to say the day was just horrendous.

I did, however try my best to stay positive. Told my friend Jaido who was with me that day everything that happened since morning. After hearing me rant about my miserable Sunday, she suddenly lit up- which definitely was a strange reflex. Uhm, hello, why are you happy over my suffering? Her answer was life-changing. She answered, “because your suffering means better things are coming!!!”

That positivity was so admirable MashaAllah. Her words instantly made me feel better. It was somewhat magical because I could have sworn I felt like trash two seconds before. The amount of faith she has for God is so profound. Another lesson I learnt that day was, sometimes we focus too much on the problem, we become somewhat blind towards the blessings existing concurrently. Allah says in the Quran, with hardship comes ease. WITH and not AFTER. SubhanAllah, Jaido was definitely a blessing. She was simply heaven-sent. I’m so fortunate to have such optimistic friends who knows just the right things to say when I’m at my lowest.

When He removes something in your possession it is only in order to empty your hands for an even greater gift. - Ibn Qayyim

So if you’re having one of those days, remember, BETTER THINGS ARE COMING!

*cues “Jason Mraz - Life is Wonderful” in the background*

Love, light and laughter,
Aisyah Shakirah

(Shots taken that very day at Masjid Wilayah by @atiq259 on instagram)

bad habits (for a heartbreaker) (m) pt.1

Words: 18,139.
Genre: Smut, fluff + tattoo (kinda) soulmate au + messy love triangle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader. 
Summary: “The world suddenly feels as if it’s closing in on you, crashing and burning and dragging you along with it, because you can’t be in love and yet you obviously are - and the mere thought is absolutely, undeniably frightening.”
A/N: Inspired by this and this submission and the songs bad habits by the kooks and how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds.

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Picnic ♡ Grayson

Summary: Vacation is almost over which is the reason you are stressing out, starting a new school and all of that. Grayson decides to surprise you by taking you on a nice picnic. 

Word count: 2.020

A/N: This is just a fluffy imagine for those who start school (or have already started) and need a reminder that they will do great! I believe in you :) Do your best and study hard, because hard work always pays off! Xx


The early morning sunlight was the reason you had woken up so early today. You opened your eyes and closed them immediately when you glimpsed at your phone and saw how late it was; 8.30. Too early to wake up at a Sunday morning in your opinion.

After turning around to get comfortable til the point you were wrapped between the sheets, you realized that you weren’t able to fall back to sleep again. But why would you? It was the very last day of your vacation and no way you were going to waste that.

Although it was Sunday and that was mostly one of the days you loved the most, today was the very opposite. The whole week you had been hoping that these last few days of your holiday would slow down a bit, so you could enjoy your last spare time with your boyfriend.

But the thing is; the slower you want things to go, the faster they will eventually. And just as any other day they fly by and then suddenly it is Sunday again. On Monday you were going to start your very first day at college. Yippie.

You were more nervous than excited. A new school, new people, a new city… Everything was going to change. And you were the type of person who liked to stay by the old and familiar things.

You turned around and catch sight of your favourite person laying next to you; Grayson Dolan. He was laying on his chest, head on the corner of his pillow. He looked so dreamy and pretty that your heart melted. He wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of boxers, and as usual you were the one who had stolen the sheets throughout the night. Not on purpose, of course.

You held your hand out and let your fingers trace his back, which was warm from the sunlight. You chuckled softly when you noticed the red scratches from last night on his normally oh so smooth skin.

After a while Grayson woke up and blinked his eyes a few times, before he glanced up to meet yours with a small smile. ‘Wake up, sleepy head,’ you whispered and leaned in to kiss him  on his cheek. 'Hey baby,’ he grunted, his voice a little raspy from the sleep.

He cleared his throat and turned around, so he got to lay on his back. He looked very sleepy with his hair sticked to his forehead, something he always had when he just woke up. You scoot closer and press a light kiss onto his chest.

'Any plans for today?’ he asked, grabbing your hand after you pulled back. You shook your head. 'What do you think of just staying in bed today? Eating pancakes and watching some Netflix?’ you asked. Grayson played absently with your fingers, the look on his face questionable.

'Hm… Not that that doesn’t sound appealing, but what do you think of going on a hike today?’ He gazed at you, and you had to keep your face straight to hide the surprising feeling you felt. 'A hike?’ you asked. You were a bit stunned that he rejected your offer, since that was something you guys did a lot on weekends.  

And if you were completely honest, hiking was the last thing you wanted to do today, especially today. All you needed was to take things easy for as long as possible. As soon as school would start again you were going to be walking a lot.

But it was Grayson’s last day to spend time with you as well, so you just decided to go with it. At the end of the day everything you did with Grayson was fun. 'Yes, sure. Sounds good,’ you said.

❊ ❊ ❊ ❊

'I. Can’t. Breathe,’ you said, gasping for air after every word you spoke. Grayson, who stood a few meters before you, suddenly held his step and turned around to watch you. 'We’re almost there baby, just hold on a little longer.’

If it wasn’t for the weather today, the hike with Grayson had been more than awesome. You had seen many animals and Grayson had chosen a beautful hiking trail. But it was so bloody hot and there wasn’t any wind to make it at least a little bearable.

You were glad you put on some sunscreen and deodorant, but you were sure you were still burned and sweating like a pig. 'Grayson,’ you begged and closed one eye to look up to him.

For a reason you didn’t know he had no trouble with the heat at all and he still looked like a Greek god. He took a few big steps and within two seconds he stood beside you.

'We’re almost there, I promise. Do you want me to carry you?’ Grayson asked sweetly. 'No no, I’m fine. But what do you mean, 'we’re almost there’? Where are we going?’ Grayson grinned and took your hand. 'You’ll see. Now come on.’

Grayson hadn’t lied. It didn’t take longer than five minutes before you finally reached what he called your destination. When you were at the top of the hill after an hour long walk, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You had never been in a place like this before.

'Grayson… It’s so beautiful here.’ You looked around you, taking it all in. You had reached the top of the hill now and there was an outstretched meadow in front of you, covered in sunshine and daisies. Grayson sighed. 'I know right? Ethan and I came here a lot when we were little. Now I come here rarely. It’s a place to just think and clear your mind.’

'I bet…’  you said. 'Wait… what is over there?’ You pointed your finger in the direction where a big tree was standing. You didn’t know what, but there were things spread around the tree. 'That was the surprise,’ Grayson smiled and looked at you. 'A surprise? For me?’ You asked, not convinced.

❊ ❊ ❊ ❊

'Oh my God. This is so sweet, Gray.’ You sat down and Grayson followed. 'It’s nothing,’ he said modest, but his cheeks turned red at your compliment. He reached for the picnic basket and started to get out all the things he prepared and bought for the picnic.

Crispy croissants, watermelon, grapes, a pack of oreos, a bottle of water and a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice. All of your favourite foods. Something you adored about Gray was that he always remembered the littlest of details, such as your favourite fruit, your favourite cookies and your favourite drinks.

Of course, that wasn’t the most important thing for a good relationship, but it was just so nice of him to do this. He also knew you loved picnicking, but it wasn’t something you did regularly because of your busy schedules.

You watched Grayson with a big smile as he grabbed two cups and poured in something to drink for the two of you, his face in a small frown as he tried to not spill on the red and white blanket you were sitting on.

'Cheers,’ you toasted before you took a sip. 'Cheers,’ Grayson smiled, winking at you. It was almost terrifying how big his hands looked compared to the cup and compared to yours.

After you had eaten a croissant and a big piece of the watermelon, you sat back and leaned on your elbows, letting the sun warm your face that was sheening through the leaves. Luckily you had coolen down a bit from the long hike. It was much more enjoyable in the shadow than walking out in the sun.

You catch Grayson looking at you and you give him a sweet smile. It had been quiet for a while now, listening to the birds and buzzing bees around you. Something you noticed was that there wasn’t any sign or sound of a car, a plane or anything that you always heard if you were in the city.

It felt like you were far away from the modern world and no one would ever know. A fresh breeze blowed the hair out of your face and you inhaled deeply. You closed your eyes, simply enjoying the calm feeling you had. You didn’t mind Grayson and you were quiet; it was actually quite nice. It gave you some time to organize your thoughts.

An angelic voice made your eyes flutter open. 'I wish we could do this more often, you know that?’ Grayson said. You nodded and sighed. 'Me too. I still can’t believe you did this, Grayson,’ you told him. 'You make me sound so unromantic, Y/N. I love doing  things to make you happy!’ Grayson said, eating the last piece of his croissant.

'No! I-’ you objected, but Grayson laid his hand on yours, calming you down. 'I was just kidding, baby. I thought I’d do something that would clear your mind before you started at your new school. You have been acting so anxious these last few days and I was worried. I figured maybe this would help.’

You brought his hand up to your lips, pressing a chaste kiss on the back of his hand. He bit his lip. 'It did. Thank you,’ you said gratefully. 'So, when did you set all of this up?’ you wondered. 'This morning,’ he answered proudly. 'Ethan and I went to the store and bought the food. We went to this hill and set everything up, then I went back to the apartment and I pretended to be asleep. I was just five minutes back before you woke up.’

He grinned after he said that last sentence, realizing his plan almost had failed. You narrow your eyes. 'So Ethan is in the complot as well?’ 'Uhuh,’ Grayson nodded. 'That’s very sweet of him. But why? Couldn’t you take all of this stuff up here on your own?’ Grayson acted like he was offended and was about to answer, but you quickly added; 'I guess those arms don’t prove much, do they?’ Grayson laughed his heartwarming laugh. 'Shut up, Y/N.’

'Make me,’ you said softly, watching him with a serious face. Grayson looked like he was atonished by the change of the situation, but he recovered quickly. He raised his eyebrows and a cheeky smile played around his lips. You giggled, knowing exactly to what this would lead.

'C'mere,’ was the only thing he said. You scooted closer, still giggling. He leaned in and you thought he was going to kiss you, so you closed your eyes and waited until his smooth lips would touch yours. Suddenly you felt two hands grabbing your waist and pinning you down.

Suddenly, without a warning, he started tickling you everywhere. You squeeled and laughed, your hands trying to push him away. 'So you think I’m not strong, huh? I guess you should take that back, baby girl.’ You almost weren’t able to speak, still laughing and trying to escape.

'N-Never!’ you giggled. When you were gasping for air and you almost couldn’t breathe, Grayson decided it was enough and he helped you sit up straight, still chuckling in amusement. 'You call that a punishment?’ you challenged him. You were not finished with the fun yet.

Grayson smiled broadly. 'You are unbelievable, Y/N. You want me to really punish you?’ 'Depends on what kind of punishment…’ you whispered and leaned in, kissing him on his soft lips. 'Hmm… No, no,’ Grayson hummed against your lips when you tried to pull back.

He closed his hands around your cheeks to stop you from leaning back. You giggled against his mouth, brushing your nose against his. He smelled sweet and tasted like watermelon.

He parted your lips and let his tongue find it’s way between your lips, wanting to taste all of you. A long minute passed and slowly he pulled back, stroking his thumb against your cheek.

'I love you, Y/N. You are going to do amazing in college. I have so much faith in you.’ Your heart fluttered at his kind words. Grayson never failed to make you feel better. 'Thank you, Gray. I love you too.’

“We had such a little boy school-like camp for me, Mikkel [Boe Følsgaard] and Cyron [Melville] if suddenly on Sunday we could not get home to Denmark. And I bought a football and found some places where we could play. And we could be fired of course, right? It was reasonably much stress for produsers - that we were runing around with the ball. So we had to lie constantly about it and smuggle it out in a way or another - it would not be good if any of us got an injury. And we tried also to control ourselves, but it was a bit difficult because we have some really childish lads inside, all three of us.”

- Mads Mikkelsen about filming in ‘A Royal Affair’

Can I Purr-ease Have Your Number?

Genre: Fluff as well. I’m made of fluff.

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader; Nora, Kunta, and Odd (Jaebum’s cats), Kim Yugyeom, and Bambam.

Warning/s: None. 

Summary: When Jaebum began looking for his missing cat, he didn’t expect to find something more. 

A/N: I rarely get requests, so I tried my best in this one! I hope you like this! I’m sorry if it’s not as long as you hoped. :(

Originally posted by jaebumiie

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It’s Printshop Sunday!!!!

And suddenly Gay Sam is popping out of closets all over the internet. WTF?

Maybe it’s just that it is the third Sunday of the month and that’s the day that Sam is gay? I thought it was always the third Friday, but whatever, it’s hard to keep up with your blogs over there since so many of you have me blocked lol!

Or maybe it’s the Printshop that has prompted all this “gayness”? Too much Sam and Cait needs a firm reminder of why Sam and Cait “cannot possibly be together”? “Gay Sam” was probably not the first choice, you were probably counting on a certain young actress to help you out with the “Sam can’t possibly be with Cait” thing, but instead of the big Birthday in Scotland surprise you were expecting from her all you got was a crappy fashion show of Scottish clothes. In Oregon. Ouch! And not very helpful in counteracting all that Sam and Cait goodness.

So Gay Sam it is then! That’s the new order of the day! OK, got it! Better a Gay Sam than a Sam with Cait! Anyone, or Anything, else but NOT Cait. ABC! ABC!

Folks, this Printshop must be one HOT episode!

Halloween in Chicago

We all woke up Saturday morning (we stayed at Meaghan and Henry’s place) with little idea of how our day would play out.  It was the Saturday before Halloween, and we had loose plans to go to the Northwestern vs. Michigan game, and perhaps head to a Halloween party somewhere in the city (although none of us had costumes).  

Little did we know that as fate would have it, we would be lead to six perfectly XL kids size hot dog costumes, and thus close the day clocking in one of my all-time favourite Halloweens.  

The day was a chilly one, so we bundled up and ventured out for food.  Over brunch we debated the day’s agenda.  I think we all wanted to go to the Northwestern vs. Michigan game, but it was COLD, and none of us were eager to freeze our buns off. Thankfully the cold lead us to strolling into a Target and taking a gander at the adult-size costume area, which had little-to-nothing left, but the kid’s Halloween area… well they had six glowing-calling-our-names hot-dog costumes. Fate, I tell ya, fate! 

Here’s the first (of many) Chicago-style hot-dog costume photos which followed on this day: 

As we left Target, Meaghan mentioned there was a hot-dog diner(!) on our route home…. how perfect!!   I had tears in my eyes from laughing so much.  It was the perfect background to a a group shot. 

(I love how we all stll have our tags on….! So eager to wear them already. ) The employees to the hot-dog diner took our photo, and I secretly hope we end up on their wall! 

Next we headed to a liquor store to get some booze for the evening. 

Look, folks! Hot-dogs, they’re just like us: 

And then headed back to the couch to watch the game, because by this time our new fancy hot-dog outfits overshadowed going to the Northwestern game (okay, okay, I should note that I promptly napped when we got home, but the others watched it). 

The rest of the evening was spent drinking wine, lounging around, ordering in chicken wings, and playing dictionary. Meghan and Henry had a chalkboard wall, which we put to good use. Like, I mean, GOOD USE.  We played for hours and hours and hours, and as I type this I wish I was playing now. 

Here’s my all-time favourite drawing…. can you guess the word? I still laugh when I see it. (I’ll put the word at the bottom to not give it away). 

After a quick hot-dog field-trip to the roof, we decided to venture out to a bar. 

If you ever want to get all the attention, I strongly suggest a group hot-dog costume! People loved it, and so many folks asked us for our photo. Which we obviously obliged. 

Here’s the six of us at the bar:

Now, here’s the SEVEN of us.  The guy at the end of the table went HOME to CHANGE INTO HIS OWN hot-dog outfit.  It was hilarious, and I still can’t believe he did that. 

Here I am, just casually drinking my beer, no bid deal. 

After many beers, more pictionary, and a nose dive into bed, suddenly it was Sunday, and time to leave Chicago.  I love when cities cross over from tourist cities, into friend cities (NYC and Boston are like this for me too).  When I go there just to be with friends and enjoy their company, and not do all the things. 

A wonderful trip, and another Halloween for the books! 



- It’s sunday. Suddenly, a loud scream can be heard from like twelve different houses. Cars honk their clacsons madly. Five ambulances pass. Right, soccer.

- It’s summer. The temperature nears the one of the surface of the sun. You think that puddle used to be a person.

- English class. Nobody knows how to pronounce a word. Somebody utters “shish”. Everybody starts laughing.

- Your grandparents probably lived under a dictatorship. That’s always weird to remember.

- There are more tourists around than Italians. You’re one of the few natives left, also probably the only one on the bus. You haven’t heard a word in Italian in days.

- Your friend from Siena is freaking out. His contrade’s enemy won. You’re scared for your life.

- You have to read Primo Levi for school. Again. It’s the nineth time they give you one of his books to read in three years.

- There is no left anymore. Nor right. You’re coming of age and there is no one you would vote not even after bribery.

- Everybody hates Italy. Everybody is also unbearably smug because they’re Italian.

- You grew up with Asterix. He’s supposed to be a Gaul. You never, ever sided with the Romans, but always felt sorry for them.

- You’re watching Gomorra. It’s in neapolitan. It’s a good thing it’s subbed.

- You’re drinking Tassoni. You feel like a living stereotype, but it’s just too good.

- There is Don Camillo or Montalbano in TV. You have to watch it.

- What does the fox say is plagiarism. It also gives you childhood flashbacks.