thank you al for correcting me!

anonymous asked:

omg can you please write a sequel/ part 2 to that supercorp fic you just posted where Lena finds out Kara is supergirl?!? It was so great but now I'm stressing that Lena doesn't react well. Only if you've got time of course :) also I love how you write supercorp in general, it's amazing and feels so on point

i have a fever & im hacking up a lung: this is, in my humble opinion, the time when my writing ability rly soars. rly comes into its strengths. rly just,,, fucjin rocks. enjoy, ur welcome :))
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kara has been waiting, and hoping - and stress eating her way through the kids menu - and more hoping, beyond the normal bounds of hope, that lena will turn up for the dinner date they’d set up before… before all that “i’m an alien blah blah specifically supergirl blah blah blah” stuff.

kara shoves her hand into her bowl of fries, pats around to find one as she checks the long row of windows and the two doors for any sign of lena. her face falls when all she encounters is the cool ceramic feeling of betrayal. and no lena.

she flags down a waiter.

“can i get another of the fries, please?”

he looks at her like he knows she’s already eaten her way through six of them. or maybe like he knows she’s been stood up. it makes her feel worse - slump back in her chair and try to keep from feeling like her heart is being crushed kind of worse - and he nods hurriedly and scurries away into the kitchen.

she pulls out her phone, taps on the second contact, aaalex.

>if after three hours someone hasn’t shown up to a dinner….

>u got stood up
>or they’re dead

kara rolls her eyes. then has a minor panic because, well, lena is kind of a magnet for attempted murder. she strains her ears to listen for lena but it’s futile this close to the ground, this close to so many people.

>kara
>lenas fine
>dont break the restaurant or ur phone

kara blinks down at her phone.

>have you been playing with the telepath drugs

>no lol i learned my lesson. i just figured she’s the only one u have been going on dates with so…

kara glares down at her phone, taps the CALL button with furious precision.

“we aren’t dating, alex. they’re friend dates. dates between friends.”

“mhm.”

“and also i have been on plenty of dates lately!”

“sure,” alex allows, but kara suspects she’s only half listening.

“they’re not dates,” she mutters. “but she did stand me up.”

“yeah i know. you put your “date between friends” in my calendar so i was kind of surprised when she marched herself into my office tonight. she signed everything.“ alex waits for a moment. kara says nothing, just stubbornly munches through the fries the waiter puts in front of her. she’s relieved to hear lena is actually okay, and that she signed, but it’s all overshadowed by the fact that lena isn’t here, with her, eating something kara can’t pronounce and gushing about the science she’s been working on and the way she smiles when kara orders seconds and tries to pay and alex is talking again. "not sure what kind of damage control thats worth, if any. i mean, she’s a luthor. but i told j'onn not to even think about wiping her. or, i thought it really loudly.”

kara sighs.

“as is my right as a big sister, i get to tell you you’re an idiot,” alex says, far more mildly than kara expected. or deserved, really. “so what the hell happened? i thought we’d at least talk about it before you told her.”

“it wasn’t something i could deny. maybe i could’ve,” kara mutters, “if it weren’t for my too expressive face.”

“the too expressive face,” alex agrees unhappily. “you got us in a lot of trouble with that.”

kara rolls her eyes. “sorry twelve years late?” she offers and alex hums her thanks. “plus m'gann said hi. like she knew me, you know? she didn’t know someone was with me, it’s not her fault, but yeah. lena knew. i could see it. and then we were at her place and i realised she just knew i was an al- a foreigner,” she corrects, looking around the mostly empty restaurant, “and not supergirl,”

“hold up. she let you into her place knowing you’re an alien?”

“yeah.”

“huh, okay.”

“what?”

“no, nothing. let me guess, you told her.”

“dramatic reveal and all.”

“and this was…”

“last night.” kara checks her watch, lifts her hand to get the bill. she grimaces when she sees how expensive it is to eat her way through her feelings. but hey, if she’s going all out, what’s a little more? “can i get two of your pizzas takeaway and also four brownies? please.”

the waiter looks ill at the request but kara is too upset to care that she’s eaten way too much tonight. by human standards. she could still eat.

“alex, you still there?”

“yup.”

“are you free tonight?”

“nope.” she pops the ‘p’ with some relish. “day off tomorrow, maggie and i are taking our bikes down the coast, remember?”

“right, right.” kara hands over her card to the waiter, signs the bill he brings over. “what do i do?”

“about lena?”

“no, about the state of affairs in, ugh i can’t be bothered,” she mutters. “yes, about lena.”

“um. well, she hasn’t tried to kill you yet so…talk to her?” kara hears her step out into an echoing room - the parking lot, she guesses, and alex’s car beeps. “hold on, i’ll switch you to my hands free,”

“no, no, it’s okay. drive safe and have fun tomorrow.”

“we will. and i love you.”

“love you too.”

//

“hi, jess.”

“kara!” jess smiles over at her. “late night for everyone, hmm?”

“yeah, what are you doing here? it’s midnight, you should be home.”

“i’m just finishing up some work, i have the week off from tomorrow,” she explains. “do you want to see miss luthor?”

her phone buzzes on the side and jess glances up at kara after reading the message.

“let me guess, she’s not in.” jess gives her an awkward smile and kara closes her eyes, nods. “of course,” she says quietly. “okay, well,” she swallows around the thick feeling of tears and sets the brownies on the counter. “um. these are for her. or you. have a good night bye have a fun week,” she says very quickly and almost runs back to the elevator.

it dings open in seconds and kara rushes in, leans back against the wall of it. she holds herself together as much as she can, can’t really help sniffling but she can excuse that on a cold. she stares over at the shut box doors of the elevator and knows the second she gets home she’s going flying.

//

she wonders if she still has her aunts suit. she doesn’t feel like reds and blues tonight, wants to fly without the expectation that comes with her suit.

//

the suit, alex tells her, was quarantined.

kara shoves herself into some old jeans and a deep blue sweater and jumps into the sky. when she’s higher than the tallest building, she rolls onto her back and floats, staring up at the sky.

winn is still in the DEO headquarters. she doesn’t fly down, but she hears him typing away and watching some show on his second monitor. he’s been working late a lot lately. she doesn’t know if something is wrong or if it’s more guardian business but she misses him. she’d text him an invite, or ask him about a game night, only she left her phone at home.

james is on the phone to lucy when she flies overhead and they’re over but he still sounds adoring when he speaks to her, and happy.

alex is - doing things no sister needs to hear.

“kara.”

lena’s voice is small and kara jerks, almost rolls into the path of a bat, before she detects the slight slight whine of a voicemail.

“i know it’s late, you’re probably asleep, i just wanted to talk and,”

kara lands with a slight thump on lena’s office balcony and lena turns. the slight stutter of her heart comes not when she sees kara’s face, but her body. or, clothes.

“kara.”

she ends her voicemail, steps over to unlock the door.

“hi. i wasn’t - i was flying, i heard you.”

“oh.” lena’s fingers twitch. she folds her arms. “i signed everything.”

“yeah. alex told me.”

“i apologise for missing dinner.”

kara takes a step back, shakes her head. lena looks nervous the moment she frowns and it rips at kara. she takes another step back.

“you didn’t miss it. you stood me up.” lena doesn’t say anything. “why - what does it change?” she asks. “how am i different?” she tries to keep the frustration from her voice but whatever, she’s upset that her best friend is all wonky over this, fight her about it.

“you’re supergirl.”

“yeah.”

“i’m,”

“if you say a luthor i’m going to scream,” kara tells her, and lena’s teeth click closed around that exact phrase. “i’ve been telling you for months that i don’t care about that.”

“that’s from before i knew,”

“but i knew!” kara cries. “i knew, and i meant it, and i still mean it, and i just want,” she stutters to a stop, lifts a hand to her eyes. she’s not wearing her glasses so she just covers them with a hand and slowly drags it away when she’s contained again. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i didn’t want things to change. i didn’t,” the reason, or a reason, occurs to her and she sags a little. it’s selfish but lena deserves to know. “i didn’t want you to leave me,” she tells her, in a small voice.

lena has been very quiet and still as kara spoke and now she nods. “i am sorry about tonight. sometimes, i do things like that. when someone’s upset me.” she rolls her eyes delicately. “i’ve been told it’s a defence. throw someone off balance so i feel we’re on equal terms again.” her eyes are dark, cool. “i didn’t know. that you were an alien. i keep thinking and thinking, and i keep picking out all these instances and i just,” she shakes her head. “i can’t believe i didn’t know. i don’t like that i didn’t know.”

“i’m sorry.”

lena nods. “i can’t promise everything will be as it was before.”

kara nods as well. things - this, them - have changed and nothing goes back to how it was before a shift like that. as much as something might look the same, it never is.

“but i can tell you that in a month, there is a restaurant opening. i have four tickets, i would like for you to take one.” kara blinks at her. lena doesn’t smile but she does soften, a little. “i can’t tell how this is going to go, which is freaking me out a little and in a week i’m sure i’m gong to do something drastic,” she says with an edge of warning.

“i’ll be ready,” kara promises.

“good. all i can really say is that i will still want you to be around in a months time.” kara feels herself light up at the words. they’re not ‘i’m not leaving you’ or 'i’m not sending you away’ but they’re pretty damn close. “and i don’t know how i feel about this, i don’t know when I’ll figure it out, but i already miss my friend kara.” kara nods her agreement. she can feel a lena sized hole opening up inside her the longer lena speaks, making herself clear that there is going to be a distance, a time for them to figure this out. she’s sure it’ll be a good thing; she’s equally sure it’ll hurt like hell.

“tomorrow is too soon to hang out, right?” kara checks. “it’s just, alex is away and winn is busy and,” she holds up her hands, shakes her head. “no, nevermind, too soon.”

it grows a little awkward - lena thanks her for the brownies, declines when kara offers to fly her home.

but the next morning, kara opens her front door to lena’s driver, a box of cookies and a small pot of yellow flowers and a note with just a short message.

'our lives are filled with tomorrow’s. this one isn’t ours, but perhaps the next one will be. enjoy your day x’

kara tucks it between the photo frame on her bedside table and the lamp and brings the flower pot with her to the couch. she sets up her next season and pulls the pot into her lap, wraps an arm around it. she pats the pot fondly, sends a photo of herself with it to lena, and settles in.

anonymous asked:

Selam Aleykum! I wanted to know if there is a prayer for taking someone out of you heart that should not have such a big place in there and fill it instead with love for allah? Thank you

Wa Alaykum as-Salaam,

Here are some duas that might help you get close to Allah insha'Allah

Yaa hayyu yaa qayoomu, birahmatika astagheeth. Aslih liy sha-aniy kulluhu wa laa takilniy ilaa nafsiy tarfata aynin.’

(On You Who is Everliving and Sustains and Protects everything, I seek assistance through the means of your mercy, correct for me all my affairs and do not entrust me
to my Nafs (myself) for the moment of a blink of an eye.’)

(Mustadrak al-Haakim vol.1 pg.545; Shu'ubul Iemaan of Imaam Bayhaqi Hadith No.:760,


Ya muqallib al-qulub, thabbit qalbi ‘ala dinik

(O mover (or flip-flopper) of hearts, make my heart firm upon your religion)

- Ya muqallib al-qulub, thabbit qalbi ‘ala’l-haqq

(O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon the truth)

- Ya muqallib al-qulub, thabbit qalbi ‘ala ta’atik

(O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience)

- Ya muqallib al-qulub wa ‘l-ahwalhawwil halina ila ahsan ‘l-hal

(O you, transformer of hearts and spiritual states make our states the loveliest of states)

- Allahumma, ya muqallib al-qulub wa’l-absar, thabbit qalbi ‘ala dinik

(O Allah, O controller of the hearts and eyes, let my heart hold fast onto your religion)

And Allah knows best

Always use por after gracias. 

Por is used for reasons, when you want to say thank you, it’s mostly because of something.

After por we usually use the infinitive. 

[ (Muchas) gracias + por + noun ]
[ (Muchas) gracias + por + verb inf. ]

  • Muchas gracias por todo. - Thank you so much for everything.
  • Gracias por tu ayuda. - Thank you for your help.
  • Gracias por venir a mi fiesta de cumpleaños. - Thank you for coming to my birthday party.
  • Gracias por cuidar a mi hijo. - Thank you for taking care of my son.
  • Gracias por corregir mis frases. - Thank you for correcting my phrases.
  • Muchas gracias por entenderme. - Thank you so much for understanding me. 
  • Gracias por alimentar a mi perro mientras no estaba. - Thank you for feeding my dog while I wasn’t (home).
  • Gracias por escucharme. - Thank you for listening to me.
  • Muchas gracias por estar siempre conmigo. - Thank you so much for being always with me.
  • Gracias por apoyarme cuando más lo necesito. - Thank you for supporting me when I need it the most.
  • Gracias por traerme al aeropuerto. - Thank you for bringing me to the airport.
  • Muchas gracias por su tiempo. - Thank you so much for your time.
  • Gracias por guardar mis secretos. - Thank you for keeping my secrets.
  • Gracias por el desayuno/el almuerzo/ la comida/ la cena. - Than you for the breakfast/ lunch/ meal/ dinner. 
  • Gracias por venir. - Thank you for coming.

We can also use haber + verb participle, when talking about the past.

  • Gracias por haber venido. - Thank you for coming. 
    This is the same as “Gracias por venir”, but with “haber venido” it has more emphasis on the past. 
  • Gracias por todo lo que has hecho por mí. - Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.
  • Gracias por haberme escuchado. - Thank you for listening to me.

And, I don’t want to confuse you, but we can also use the past (pretérito). 

  • Gracias por los juguetes que le compraste a Diana. - Thank you for the toys that you bought for Diana.

In this case we’re using the past because the subject are the toys, the main topic are the toys.
We can also write this sentences as:

  • Gracias por comprarle juguetes a Diana.
  • Gracias por haberle comprado juguetes a Diana. 

In this case the main topic is the action, to buy.

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If you have any questions feel free to ask! (:

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry for misunderstanding you btw. I do admit I thought you just didn't want to criticize what the azoffs had done because I know you do like them (they've done good things.) I just I've seen you go after Sony, modest, rusty and I expected some criticism during parts of Harry's promo and I didn't know if it was the azoff part that kept you from commenting. I realize now there was more to it, so I do apologize. Thank you for explaining!

Hey! No problem. You were nice in your ask and it just gave me an opportunity to clarify without having to answer the less charming asks saying the same thing :)

I’m giving them time to dig themselves out of this hole more than anything else. I go after Syco and Modest and Simon Jones because they’ve had MORE than enough time to show who they really are and to correct mistakes after the fact. They have not. They’ve only shown themselves to get worse as time goes on.

We have evidence that Jeff and Irving, et al, are very competent and are not complete assholes to their clients, so I’m just giving them some room to show me that is true in connection with Harry.

Also, and I’ll say this again, where Harry is concerned, I’m not going to lay all the blame at the feet of his team. This is HIS team. He chose them, he’s in charge. This isn’t Modest where he wasn’t given a choice and couldn’t leave.

So to my mind, whatever is going on has Harry’s seal of approval. There may be moves that someone makes that weren’t run by him, but just like we said with RBB and SBB, people that work FOR you don’t just do shit without your ultimate approval. Mistakes that are made can be corrected. Not everyone makes the right choice every time, but now they have the opportunity to course correct. We’ll see if they do.

monstermonstre  asked:

did you make a post about how sana was wrong in her "sister species" explanation? that would be interesting

Hello!! Sorry for the delayed response–haven’t had a whole lot of time to Tumble the last couple of days. Anyway, I haven’t made a post about the sister species thing because of that, and also I’m fairly sure some other folks mentioned it and I didn’t want to harsh their vibe, but I’ll use this ask to address it a little, instead!

So yeah, basically what Sana said–that sister species are two species that look very similar but can be very different, genetically–is actually not the case, at least as I understand it. I was always taught that sister species were two species that descended from a common ancestor–indicating that, yes, they are in fact very similar, genetically. In fact, a species’ “sister” is the one it’s most closely related to, so….really not sure what Sana was talking about, there.

Honestly, my feeling is that this error probably isn’t a plot point. I guess Isak could approach her later and say “dude you’re wrong”–which he probably would because he’s a lovable little shit–but I think it’s more likely that Julie chose it as a metaphor (I know you and others have been doing some great meta about what the ‘sister species’ thing could mean in terms of the plot and characters!). Not to mention that the word “sister” is a very powerful one in this situation, with a lot of emotional connotations. 

Maybe Sana’s mistake does mean something! But this isn’t the first time SKAM has gotten something wrong (ahem, looking at you, Evak…Al Gore was not a dropout who is best known for being wealthy). The part of me that was a biology major in college was definitely a little frustrated by Sana’s mistake, especially because I do think we’re supposed to think she’s correct, but ultimately, it’s not a big deal. :)

Thanks for your message! Hope this was at all useful. :) 

Everyday Celebrations

There is no point to this beyond me laughing at myself for being two weeks late on a birthday fic.


“James, are you sure you want to do this now? We could just wait until…” A muffled thump drowned out the rest of Harry’s whispered sentence, and Ginny cursed the fact that she did not have any spare Extendable Ears on hand so she could listen more clearly through the closed door.

“No, NOW!” came the unmistakable sound of her older son, who was obviously unhappy the fact that Harry was trying to delay whatever he had in mind. Ginny pressed her ear closer to the door in order to hear what they were saying.

“But Mummy is tired,” Harry reasoned, and Ginny could picture the silly smile on his face, the same one he always wore when discussing anything that pertained to their third child. “She needed to go to bed early because the baby was kicking. It wouldn’t be nice to wake her now.”

So it had to do with her, Ginny thought, still unsure what they were planning behind the closed door. The sound of a tiny giggle let her know that Al was there as well, which made the fight two against one, in favor of the kids. Al would always side with James.

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Hispanic/Latinx Hockey Players

ACTIVE NHL/NHL ORGANIZATION:
Scott Gomez- Mexican Colombian American
Al Montoya- Cuban American
Matt Nieto- Mexican American
Alec Martinez- Spanish American
Raffi Torres- Mexican Peruvian Canadian
Raphael Diaz- Spanish Swiss
Vince Hinostroza- Ecuadorian American
Anthony Duclair- Haitian Canadian
John Tavares- Portuguese Canadian

RETIRED NHL:
Bill Guerin- Nicaraguan American
Mike Greenlay- Brazilian Canadian
Rick Chartraw- Venezuelan American
Don Spring- Venezuelan Canadian
Willi Plett- Paraguayan Canadian
Robyn Regehr- Brazilian Canadian
Claude Vilgrain- Haitian

NON-NHL/PROSPECTS:
Auston Matthews- Mexican American


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Judal’s typical day

While Aladdin and his friends are training in Sindria, Judal…

Sleep

He gets up, and eats the breakfast scraps, in a bad mood.

He neglects the war councils, then goes hang around in the imperial courtyard of Kou.

Because it’s not fun, he wanders in the sky, outside the country. He’s searching for interesting guys.

He wants to go to Sindria to laugh at Sinbad and Hakuryuu, but the “old men” of Al-Thamen call him back.

He eats alone and obediently.

It’s the time of the audience with the emperor. He slips out because it’s boring, then he checks the conflict zone (?).

Secretly, he practices his finishing move/signature move. He plays to destroy the ruins of Kou.

Dinner. He finds eating alone boring, so he goes and throws his food at Kouen, but Kouen perfectly catches it. (thank you for correcting me purin-no-inbou !)

He sleeps quickly because he’s tired.

Sleep.