the day of the last judgment

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Journal Series feat. my ootd. Last night was a lot of music, feelings, and rambling, as per usual. Being a teenager is a special time because you’re just figuring out who you are, who you want to be… and journaling is that opportunity you get to be absolutely honest with yourself with no judgment. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m saying. I just listen to some music and the words flow right out of me. Moments like this are ones that I’m thankful for. I hope that Adult Me will look back on all of these pages one day and laugh because, I guess it wasn’t as bad as I thought after all.

more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life.
[text] I should have never let you back into my life.
[text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that.
[text] Please don’t walk away.
[text] Please don’t do this.
[text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you?
[text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it.
[text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again.
[text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong.
[text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.
[text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did
[text] The truth is I’m not over you.
[text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you.
[text] I’m seeing someone else.
[text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker?
[text] You’re so selfish.
[text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them].
[text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah.
[text] Be careful.
[text] I’m only saying it because I love you.
[text] I’m only saying it because I care about you.
[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.
[text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week?
[text] Let me take you out, please?
[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.
[text] I want you to be happy.
[text] You’re always safe with me.
[text] I can’t stop thinking about you.
[text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.
[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.
[text] It was so good seeing you.
[text] You don’t need this shit.
[text] I’ll be there in five minutes.
[text] Let me help, please?
[text] You’re important to me.
[text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that.
[text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day.
[text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love.
[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now.
[text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut.
[text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?
[text] Lose my number, asshole.
[text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so.
[text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf.
[text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend.
[text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is.
[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?
[text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole.
[text] Go fuck yourself.
[text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you?
[text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first.
[text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now
[text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
[text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair.
[text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor.
[text] Come over. With condoms.
[text] You should come over, clothing optional.
[text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life
[text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?
[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together
[text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology.
[text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH.
[text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.
[text] I am available for nakedness
[text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w
[drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH
[drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever
[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like
[drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss
[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon
[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight
[drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS
[drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no
[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin
[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

“Seventeen Days” (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

notes: there is mentioning of potential suicide. i promise nothing jarring and explicit.

A/N: as of now, this is looking like a fantasy-comedy with a few serious moments in between. i’m nervous about this one, but i might as well have fun with it! -j. x

next: Part 2 
“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

It’s a startling feeling to be pulled out of heaven without warning.

You had been relaxing with a drink, basking in the pure musical renditions of an angel who had been a harpist on Earth, when you felt yourself being sucked away in a swift and weightless manner. Within a quick second, your drink is gone, and you find yourself sitting on a comfortable mahogany chair, face-to-face with the guardian of the gates.

“Oh my goodness, girl! It’s been forever since I’ve last seen you!” you squeal, excitedly clapping your hands together.

The guardian of the gates smirks and folds her hands together. “I know. Last time I saw you, you were hyperventilating about the possibility of going to hell,” she points out with a knowing look. “You were by far one of the most amusing freakouts I’ve witnessed in a long time.”

Memories of your judgment day flood into your brain, causing you to grimace. “Ooh, not my proudest moment. Let’s never bring it up again. Okay?”

“That I can’t guarantee,” the guardian muses. “Now, do you have an idea why you’re back here at the gates?”

Throwing your arms into a shrug, you dramatically recount, “Not too sure. I was enjoying the most delectable lemonade when I was suddenly pulled to here without any warning.”

“Shame about the lemonade.” The guardian snaps her fingers, and a fresh glass of lemonade materializes out of nowhere. She watches you with a fixed expression as you sip the tangy and sweet drink with gusto. “Now, may I begin?”

“Please do,” you nod, shooting her a grateful look.

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Dr. Willie Parker Wants to Take Back the Moral High Ground on Abortion
Deep South abortion provider discusses why he "decided to exercise Christian compassion not by proxy, but with my own capable hands."

Those who believe in widespread access to abortion and contraception have for far too long ceded the moral high ground to anti-choicers, argues Deep South abortion provider Dr. Willie Parker in his new memoir, Life’s Work: A Moral Argument for Choice. Women, families and the country have suffered as a result, he says.

A trained obstetrician, Parker refused for years to perform abortions, instead referring his patients to other physicians when the need arose. But after working at an outpatient clinic for indigent people in Hawaii in the early 2000s, and seeing what happened when that clinic stopped provided abortions, Parker was forced to reckon with his indifference. Inspired by a group of young residents who courageously took matters into their own hands, as well as Martin Luther King’s final sermon, “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop,” Parker decided his life course had to change. Within two years, he had left his idyllic Hawaiian life to train full-time in abortion care and commit to Dr. King’s version of justice. “On that day, I decided to exercise Christian compassion not by proxy, but with my own capable hands,” Parker writes.

In his book, Parker – who now is board chair for the group Physicians for Reproductive Health and provides abortions at the last remaining clinic in Mississippi – delves into his religious upbringing in Alabama as well as the love of science and medicine that took him to Kentucky, Iowa, Michigan and Washington, D.C.. Parker makes a humanistic case for easy access to abortion, and says the Christian thing to do is help women in need, without judgment.

Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC) Part 2

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

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When Jughead saw her walking through the door at Pop’s the next day he was torn between two opposite feelings: utter annoyance at being once again disturbed in his writing, and eagerness to share another conversation with this girl whose ability to use sarcasm as a means of communication matched his. It was a surprise to have her walked straight to his booth and sit down like they were old friends and not merely acquaintances who met the day before.

The truth was, he kind of hoped this would happen – it was a lonely life that of writer and High School outcast. Jughead wasn’t going to deny himself a little company a few hours a day if he could, especially since his best friend bailed on him the day they planned their road trip and hasn’t really spoken to him much since then. Can you feel the bitterness?

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Dylan Klebold Birthday Profile: Part 1

Originally posted by kleboldqueen

A numerology, astrology and tarot profile of Dylan Bennet Klebold. Profile for a September 11 birthday taken from The Secret Language of Birthdays, by Gary Goldschneider and Joost Elffers. (Gif credit to @kleboldqueen)

THE DAY OF DRAMATIC CHOICE

The lives of September 11 people usually pivot around certain vital and dramatic decisions which they are forced to make. These decisions may be thrust on them when they are still quite young, perhaps before their sixteenth year. Later, when their career or private life seems to be doing smoothly, when they are well established on their path, they will be met with repeated, often unexpected, crossroads. Within a society’s limits on freedom, the power to effect choice may be an individual’s greatest right. This fact is not at all lost on September 11 people who know how to wield great power through the choices they make.

There is no denying that people born on this day enjoy shocking others. They pride themselves on daring to risk and also enjoy recounting their exploits later. Everything that is boring, middle-class and mundane is rejected by them in thought and deed. Yet at the same time they have a tremendous need for the kind of stability that can only be found in a warm, loving family situation. Consequently, there is conflict between what they like to think they are (highly unconventional) and what they all too often may be (highly conventional).

“He’d make jokes about things that a lot of people don’t make jokes about – like death, and about really dark things.” – Devon Adams

I see how different i am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet i’m on such a greater scale of difference (as far as I kno, or guess) I see jocks having fun, friends, woman, LIVEZ… or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe)” – Dylan Klebold

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This is my artistic contribution to the sad week that is SourceFeds last week. The SorcererFed campaigns have a special place in my heart and I’m actually getting really sad because it is just now hitting me that this means I won’t ever get to be super judgmental of one of Sam’s decisions, or be super excited that Jeremy somehow ends up being a dwarf again. I honestly didn’t realize how upset I was until I started typing this…

BUT being sad aside, Joel and Jeremy are some of my favorite humans and my day is always made better when I got to see them in videos. And I couldn’t resist taking both of them laying like this in the montage of table climbing and combining them, and I put SourceDad as a place holder to make me laugh… but I ended up thinking I should just leave it as is.

Out of the Darkness

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: depression (reader), angst, fluff.

A/N: This is very slightly based on the song “Lullaby” by Nickelback. I’ve been feeling especially down lately, hence the somewhat rare angsty (ish) story from me. This really helped me release some negativity. Hurray for productivity! Anyways, here you go.

The sound of wings filled the bunker library. Dean shot up out of his seat, relieved that he had finally patched through to Cas. He had been trying to reach you for almost two days with no luck, which was very out of character for you. You were usually right in the middle of whatever case they were working on, cracking jokes and livening up the room. But, lately, you barely left your bedroom, locking the brothers out and making absolutely no noise.

“Dude, she won’t pick up her phone. I’ve called her so much, I filled up her voicemail. She won’t open the door when either of us knock. I dunno, Cas. Something’s up.” Dean’s voice was wrought with concern. You were the little sister he never had and he would do anything to make sure you were okay. “I even tried breaking down the door, but it’s reinforced. She just won’t answer.”

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I did a twitter poll earlier asking which Basic Chickens ABO people would be more interested in reading and of the three I’m writing the mpreg got the most votes so here’s an unbeta’d preview of the yet untitled fic.


Being a pregnant unmated male omega in your eighth month and taking the subway was never a good idea.

Adam smelled the alpha at his left, his slurred words of “whore, you fucking bitch whore” making him tense and turn up the music even louder. He hoped the kid liked classic rock cuz fuck if he’d let it listen to more of this bullshit.

He hated taking the subway at all now, the sneering looks and judgmental whispers from across the car making his teeth rattle.

But he wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t talk back, because the last time that happened he almost lost the kid and fuck if he’d do that again.

There were worse days than most that he considered what it would be like if he kept the kid after this was over, attempted to raise it and the idea was just as laughable as him getting knocked up.

He smelled a second alpha suddenly, eyes closed tightly as he turned the music up but was surprised to feel a comforting grip on his shoulder instead.

When he opened his eyes and saw the dark glare there staring across the chairs at the second alpha Adam pulled out his headphones.

“It’s dangerous to be unmated and pregnant,” the man said, “Did your alpha not want you?”

The question was so innocently asked but still jarring. “Fuck you.”

The first alpha laughed, “Oh I’m sure someone wanted him, Friend. They just didn’t wanna keep him and raise the whore’s whelp.”

The second alpha’s grip moved from his shoulder to around his neck, pulling Adam in close. The scent of him was overwhelming, comforting, and still downright menacing as he leaned over to snarl. “You’re very rude. Please leave.”

The first alpha tensed, Adam could feel it through his clothes, and Adam was surprised when he stood. “Enjoy the whore. There ain’t many omega whores, use this one while you can!”

The second alpha pulled him close and mumbled, “You really shouldn’t be in public while you’re still pregnant . Most alphas aren’t as nice as I am.”

Adam wanted to push him off but the scent was so nice, protective and commanding all at once without menace.

“Fuck you,” he sighed, calming for what felt like the first time in months.

The alpha answered, “It’s very rude also to impregnate an omega and not mate them. I’m sorry.”

Adam whispered in his ear, “I don’t want a mate almost as much as I don’t want this kid.”

The alpha was quiet after that, still holding onto him protectively till Adam drifted off to sleep scenting the alpha’s neck.

He woke to someone shaking him, blinking open his eyes and seeing the alpha close up for the first time.

The cleft lip hadn’t been noticeable earlier, hidden expertly under a decades old mustache that Adam immediately wanted to shave off upon sight.

“Where is your stop?”

Adam sat up and looked out, relief overtaking him as he saw he hadn’t missed it.

“This one.”

The train slowed and he raised the backpack on his shoulder higher, standing.

“I….”

The alpha stood as well, grabbing his hand as the other riders started to file out of the car.

“What’re you doing?”

“Walking you home,” the alpha said, pulling on him just a bit harder than gentle.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Adam snapped, trying to pull back only to have his hand held tighter.

“No, but you smelled distressed and a good alpha helps distressed omegas. I am a very good alpha.”

Adam wanted to growl back, ‘But you’re not my alpha,’ but noticed several other people watching them and smelled lots of other alphas around them.

Adam felt safe with this pushy alpha, as annoying as that was, and sticking to the ruse of feigned courting made more sense than walking home alone.

The alpha let Adam lead, their joined hands tightening when any unmated alphas were near. Adam waited until they were out of the subway tunnel to announce, “I live on Lexington. You can just leave here and…”

They stopped abruptly, the alpha’s annoyed, “Nonsense. I am going to walk you home.”

Adam sighed, “Really it’s fine. I…”

The alpha let go of Adam’s hand, turning him so they faced each other.

“Do you think I’m not a good alpha? I am a VERY good alpha!”

“Look it’s not you, Alpha. It’s…”

He watched the alpha’s body language change, shoulders up and his smile made Adam realize his mistake.

Omega only called alphas, 'Alpha,’ if they were mates or courting. You didn’t call that to a stranger. He doubted this alpha had ever been called that by an omega before now.

“My name is Elias,” his smile was so warm Adam decided not to take it back.

“Adam,” he said, “and I’m very cold.”

Elias’s reaction made Adam smile, taking off his jacket to give Adam and ignoring his protests.

The next two blocks of walking all he heard was Elias’s teeth chattering, though he never asked for his jacket back not even when it started to snow.

Elias also never let go of his hand.

Not once.

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Cardcaptor Yuuri

Victuuri Week Day 5 - Crossovers

I need a break from making graphics days in a row, and day 5 is a good time for me to talk about my headcanons for a CCS AU. Actually there are two CCS AUs that are conceivable with YoI main characters

A) Yuuri is the chosen cardcaptor

  • this all became a beautiful revelation to me because of… Phichit! He loves taking selfies/pictures and documenting things on SNS. He is a great friend of Yuuri, but he also has a mischievous side, and fully supports Yuuri getting together with Viktor. Phichit reminded me of Tomoyo, which means!
  • Yuuri takes Sakura’s role. And it’s brilliant! Because he’s not a blood descendant of the legendary sorcerer Viktor Nikiforov who created the Viktor Cards, so it’s shocking he was chosen by the book’s guaridan to be the new master of them.
  • Like Sakura, Yuuri shines best from love and support, and his love in return inspires important people he comes across
  • Tiny Makka is the guardian of the Viktor Cards, but because he no longer has access to Sun Magic, he is stuck in his  toy poodle form. When Yuuri possesses The Firey and The Earthy, Makka can transform into his full form, Makkachin
  • Phichit catches on fast and always tag along Yuuri’s cardcaptoring crusades. Alas, he doesn’t sew amazing costumes for Yuuri, BUT a mysterious benefactor mails their whole wardrobe of fascinating skating costumes to the Katsuki household, so Phichit demands Yuuri uses them
  • Yuuri and Phichit are the same age in this AU, and they are not 10 years old. I think for now, they can be first years in high school.
  • One day, middle school student Yuri Plisetsky moves to Hasetsu and bumps into Yuuri when he’s chasing The Snow. Yuri is able to tame it, and thus claims the card. He aggressively says that he is the blood descendant of Viktor Nikiforov, and as the prodigy of the family’s magic, he ought to be the Master of the Cards
  • So for a few instances, it’s a race between the two Yu(u)ri’s to find the cards. Over time, Yuri tones down and becomes Yuuri’s good ally
  • I don’t know who’s the Moon Guardian. Originally I was gonna have them be sleeping in Viktor, who is Mari’s friend, but he has a different, better role.
  • Judgment Day or not, after Yuuri is the full Master of the Viktor Cards, third year transfer student Vitya Feltsman joins Yuuri and Phichit’s high school. Since he arrived, strange and nefarious magic overtakes Hasetsu. Yuuri can’t use the cards, so he has to use a new staff to transform them into Yuuri Cards.
  • Shut up, I know Vitya is a diminutive of Viktor, but for AU sake, that’s his full first name.
  • Oddly enough, Vitya is usually last seen at the spot prior to chaos. Phichit wonders if it’s coincidence; Makka and Yuri thinks it’s not, and Yuuri wants to have trust in Vitya.
  • Yuri cannot stand Vitya Something is so off with him!
  • Please imagine Georgi and Mila as Vitya’s guardians. The shenanigans they get into!
  • Surprise! Vitya is not shady on purpose! He is the reincarnation of Viktor Nikiforov. He has full memories of his past life, and is tired of being the most powerful sorcerer. This is exactly the same lament Nikiforov experienced until his last breath. Once Yuuri successfully convert ALL cards into Yuuri Cards, he is powerful enough to split Vitya’s magic and send half to the other person who houses Nikiforov’s soul. (His mother??)
  • BUT XIA, WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN VIKTOR NIKIFOROV AND VITYA FELTSMAN? Well Nikiforov refers to the isolated legendary skater persona, the one that is killed off by the end of the cour. Vitya is the down-to-earth Viktor that Yuuri wanted to him to be. Except, in CCS AU, Vitya is still stuck with too many magic powers.
  • (also like to thank @potclean for the idea that Viktor, aka Vitya should be Eriol. She pointed out Viktor is perfect as Eriol; because seriously, they’re both tired of being the best, and seem untrustworthy)
  • Heartwarming moment, Makkachin reunites with the person who shares the same soul as his beloved creator!!
  • He is also the one that mailed all those skating costumes to the Katsuki households
  • I mean, Vitya is chronologically old as he looks - absolutely 16 years old. But if he has all the memories  of his former life, it makes him and Yuuri romantically together…weird. Which led me to 2nd CCS AU

B) Yuuri houses the sleeping Moon Guardian Eros

  • Yurio is therefore the cardcaptor. Otabek is his friend and assists him.
  • Viktor and Yurio are brothers. Viktor teases Yurio a lot, so the youngest has major gripes and vows to be as tall as a lamppost one day to crush his big bother!
  • But Yuuri, Viktor’s best friend! He’s nicer to Yurio so he prefers Yuuri over Viktor.
  • Both brothers have a crush on Yuuri. Hell, others at the high school ave crushes on Yuuri (some for Viktor too). Yuuri is oblivious.
  • Yuuri eats a lot because Eros needs magic to exist.
  • When Eros is awakened, eir personality is the same as when YoI canon Yuuri is cold-hearted and intimidating.
  • Obviously this scenario makes more sense for Viktor and Yuuri to become romantically involved.
  • I’m trying not to think too hard that Viktor gives up magic power to save Yuuri when Eros is so low on magic to survive…don’t….
Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 17

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

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Mara punched him right in the face. William, who was taller than her, didn’t suffer too much from this blow, but he still stumbled back from the surprise. She hadn’t hit as hard as she would have but he still held his bleeding nose. Nothing was broken though.

“How dare you come here?!” She screamed at him, after making sure the door was closed behind her.

“I needed to talk to you!” He explained, leaning his head back and pinching his nose.

Mara wanted to tell him that it would only make the blood flow more intense but she bit her tongue. He could damn well bleed out of the porch.

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Maybe some of you remember that I made a collection of pdf’s on the Sahih al Bukhari. It would not be fair to not do the same for the Sahih Muslim, so now that i have some time I did it. Note it is without the introduction that is found in the actual collection, just all of the books 1-56. You can download them individually or as whole. In sha Allah it will be of benefit to someone. 
As with the Sahih al Bukhari, if you find something that is off tell me and I will fix it, data source of the hadiths is the same as on sunnah.com

Sahih Muslim (complete - 3020 pages - 9.5mb)

You can also download each book individually or those you are currently interested in.

Book 1. - The Book of Faith

Book 2. - The Book of Purification

Book 3. - The Book of Menstruation

Book 4. - The Book of Prayers

Book 5. - The Book of Mosques and Places of Prayer

Book 6. - The Book of Prayer - Travellers

Book 7. - The Book of Prayer - Friday

Book 8. - The Book of Prayer - Two Eids

Book 9. - The Book of Prayer - Rain

Book 10. - The Book of Prayer - Eclipses

Book 11. - The Book of Prayer - Funerals

Book 12. - The Book of Zakat

Book 13. - The Book of Fasting

Book 14. - The Book of I'tikaf

Book 15. - The Book of Pilgrimage

Book 16. - The Book of Marriage

Book 17. - The Book of Suckling

Book 18. - The Book of Divorce

Book 19. - The Book of Invoking Curses

Book 20. - The Book of Emancipating Slaves

Book 21. - The Book of Transactions

Book 22. - The Book of Musaqah

Book 23. - The Book of the Rules of Inheritance

Book 24. - The Book of Gifts

Book 25. - The Book of Wills

Book 26. - The Book of Vows

Book 27. - The Book of Oaths

Book 28. - The Book of Oaths, Muharibin, Qasas (Retaliation), and Diyat (Blood Money)

Book 29. - The Book of Legal Punishments

Book 30. - The Book of Judicial Decisions

Book 31. - The Book of Lost Property

Book 32. - The Book of Jihad and Expeditions

Book 33. - The Book on Government

Book 34. - The Book of Hunting, Slaughter, and what may be Eaten

Book 35. - The Book of Sacrifices

Book 36. - The Book of Drinks

Book 37. - The Book of Clothes and Adornment

Book 38. - The Book of Manners and Etiquette

Book 39. - The Book of Greetings

Book 40. - The Book Concerning the Use of Correct Words

Book 41. - The Book of Poetry

Book 42. - The Book of Dreams

Book 43. - The Book of Virtues

Book 44. - The Book of the Merits of the Companions

Book 45. - The Book of Virtue, Enjoining Good Manners, and Joining of the Ties of Kinship

Book 46. - The Book of Destiny

Book 47. - The Book of Knowledge

Book 48. - The Book Pertaining to the Remembrance of Allah, Supplication, Repentance and Seeking Forgiveness

Book 49. - The Book of Heart-Melting Traditions

Book 50. - The Book of Repentance

Book 51. - Characteristics of The Hypocrites And Rulings Concerning Them

Book 52. - Characteristics of the Day of Judgment, Paradise, and Hell

Book 53. - The Book of Paradise, its Description, its Bounties and its Inhabitants

Book 54. - The Book of Tribulations and Portents of the Last Hour

Book 55. - The Book of Zuhd and Softening of Hearts

Book 56. - The Book of Commentary on the Qur'an

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count how many of these franchise movies you’ve seen and reblog with the number you’ve seen in the tags! there’s a total of 112 movies listed

Marvel Cinematic Universe

  • Iron Man (2008)
  • The Incredible Hulk (2008)
  • Iron Man 2 (2010)
  • Thor (2011)
  • Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)
  • The Avengers (2012)
  • Iron Man 3 (2013)
  • Thor: The Dark World (2013)
  • Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)
  • Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
  • Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)
  • Ant-Man (2015)

Harry Potter

  • Philosopher’s Stone (2001)
  • Chamber of Secrets (2002)
  • Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)
  • Goblet of Fire (2005)
  • Order of the Phoenix (2007)
  • Half-Blood Prince (2009)
  • Deathly Hallows – Part 1 (2010)
  • Deathly Hallows – Part 2 (2011)

James Bond

  • Casino Royale (2006)
  • Quantum of Solace (2008)
  • Skyfall (2012)
  • Spectre (2015)

The Lord of the Rings

  • The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
  • The Two Towers (2002)
  • The Return of the King (2003)

The Hobbit

  • An Unexpected Journey (2012)
  • The Desolation of Smaug (2013)
  • The Battle of the Five Armies (2014)

Star Wars

  • The Phantom Menace (1999)
  • Attack of the Clones (2002)
  • Revenge of the Sith (2005)
  • A New Hope (1977)
  • The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
  • Return of the Jedi (1983)
  • The Force Awakens (2015)

Spider-Man

  • Spider-Man (2002)
  • Spider-Man 2 (2004)
  • Spider-Man 3 (2007)
  • The Amazing Spider-Man (2012)
  • The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

The Fast and the Furious

  • The Fast and the Furious (2001)
  • 2 Fast 2 Furious (2003)
  • The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (2006)
  • Fast & Furious (2009)
  • Fast Five (2011)
  • Fast & Furious 6 (2013)
  • Furious 7 (2015)

DC

  • Batman Begins (2005)
  • The Dark Knight (2008)
  • The Dark Knight Rises (2012)
  • Man of Steel (2013)

Transformers

  • Transformers (2007)
  • Revenge of the Fallen (2009)
  • Dark of the Moon (2011)
  • Age of Extinction (2014)

Pirates of the Caribbean

  • The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)
  • Dead Man’s Chest (2006)
  • At World’s End (2007)
  • On Stranger Tides (2011)

Jurassic Park

  • Jurassic Park (1993)
  • The Lost World (1997)
  • Jurassic Part III (2001)
  • Jurassic World (2015)

The Twilight Saga

  • Twilight (2008)
  • New Moon (2009)
  • Eclipse (2010)
  • Breaking Dawn – Part 1 (2011)
  • Breaking Dawn – Part 2 (2012)

X-Men

  • X-Men (2002)
  • X2 (2003)
  • The Last Stand (2006)
  • Origins: Wolverine (2009)
  • First Class (2011)
  • The Wolverine (2013)
  • Days of Future Past (2014)

Mission: Impossible

  • Mission: Impossible (1996)
  • Mission: Impossible II (2000)
  • Mission: Impossible III (2006)
  • Ghost Protocol (2011)
  • Rogue Nation (2015)

The Hunger Games

  • The Hunger Games (2012)
  • Catching Fire (2013)
  • Mockingjay Part 1 (2014)
  • Mockingjay Part 2 (2015)

Indiana Jones

  • Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
  • Temple of Doom (1984)
  • Last Crusade (1989)
  • Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008)

Star Trek

  • Star Trek (2009)
  • Into Darkness (2013)

Terminator

  • The Terminator (1984)
  • Judgment Day (1991)
  • Rise of the Machines (2003)
  • Judgement Day (2009)
  • Genisys (2015)

The Divergent Series

  • Divergent (2013)
  • Insurgent (2014)

The Maze Runner

  • The Maze Runner (2014)
  • The Scorch Trials (2015)

Mad Max

  • Mad Max (1979)
  • Mad Max 2 (1981)
  • Beyond Thunderdome (1985)
  • Fury Road (2015)

Planet of the Apes

  • Rise of the Planet of the Apes (2012)
  • Dawn of the Planet of the Apes (2014)

Alien

  • Alien (1979)
  • Aliens (1986)
  • Alien 3 (1992)
  • Resurrection (1997)
  • Prometheus (2012)

anonymous asked:

can you please do a really fluffy supercat thingy where mon-el fucks off and Cat just like lives with kara and is really happy because that fuck boy went back to where he belongsssssss (which is hell)

Hi anon, this was such an amazing prompt I got carried away. It’s not exactly “very fluffy” but I hope it’s satisfying enough. I totally enjoyed writing it so let me know if it suits you ♥


CatCo plaza looks oddly unfamiliar ever since Cat left.

It’s like coming into work in a new place, one where she doesn’t exactly belong anymore. Snapper doesn’t like her and she doesn’t like him and even though they apparently respect each other enough, it’s not a work environment she likes.

She drags her feet across the lobby, all the while remembering a time when she was happy to come here. It seems like a lifetime ago and she thinks that maybe it is. The elevator brings her to a floor she knows like the back of her hand and she sighs, clutching to the pumpkin latte she’s bought at Noonan’s before coming here. It’s warm enough for her to drink it but she finds she doesn’t enjoy the taste as much as she used too. It saddens her, really.

Finally, she steps out of the elevator and starts walking across the bullpen. People stop her to say hi and she smiles at each and every single one of those people she used to work with. They’re happy to see her and even more when she remembers their names and has a nice comment for kids or wives or companions, sometimes even pets. She feels conflicted and anxious, torn apart the warm feeling of being truly appreciated and the sad one of not having any place to this micro-universe anymore. She feels like a familiar stranger and she hates it.

Her old desk is still at the same place and it’s empty for now. She notices the new desk computer, the sophisticated phone and the brand new tablet set, ready to be used for work and only waiting for Eve to arrive. She likes Eve Tessmacher, she’s nice and competent enough and she sees a great deal of herself in the young and lovely blond assistant.
At first, they sometimes shared an anecdote of when they used to work for Cat Grant but Kara has put an end to that when she realized it was hurting her. Thinking of Cat always pains her.

She’s about to make her way towards James’s office when she hears an unsettling and familiar noise.

It’s the characteristic deep and low purr of an elevator and the reason she knows the sound is because it’s the private lift Cat used every single day to come into work. The noise becomes louder and louder and the elevator approaches the current floor and she doesn’t even think of using her powers to either look or hear inside. It’s so strange and wrong so she just stands here with her latte getting colder and colder with each passing seconds.

Finally, the lift reaches the floor and the doors open to reveal the one and only Cat Grant, dressed to kill in a black pencil skirt, a white fitting blouse and a designer black and asymmetrical jacket. She’s wearing her Louboutin and a pair of sunglasses that hides almost all of her upper face but the smirk on her lips is smug and proud.

She steps out of the elevator with a sway in her hips that makes Kara’s mouth go dry as she just stares, completely dumbfounded and utterly confused.

“Oh, Kiera. Fancy to see you here, I thought you were a reporter now.” 

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Don’t Go || Newt

TRIGGER WARNING.

REQUEST:  y/n attempting suicide in the glade and newt gets a attack (?) y/n didn’t knew that newt had tried to kill himself

A/N: Changed the ages up a bit.

IMPORTANT: In my last imagine, I was NOT fishing for compliments, I was simply asking you to tell me what you like and don’t like when I write things. :)

Not that anyone assumed or told me I was fishing, it’s just my own judgment, huehue.

Here’s day 4/12. :)

Two months into your official relationship, things got busy.

With Thomas’ arrival, you almost never had a minute with Newt alone. By the time you woke up, he’d be gone. When you went back to sleep, he’d be talking to Alby, Minho, or Thomas.

He always just smiled at you when events brought you in the same room. Dark circles under his eyes grew every day. He was always cranky and irritated but tried to control himself when you were around.

It was too much for a nineteen-year-old boy to handle.

You took it well. One night, Newt came in the room while you were still awake for the first time after a month.

“Hey,” his mood seemed to have lightened at the mere sight of you. “you’re still awake.”

“Well, you’re early.” you smiled, but it disappeared immediately. His did, too. “I miss you, Newt. You never show up anymore.”

“I’m sorry, love.” he frowned. “You sleepy?”

“Yeah,” you sat on the bed. “I’m really tired… I just want out sometimes.”

“You’re one to talk,” he glared at you, surprising you both.

“I know you’re tired, too, but-”

Newt laughed ironically, making you stop talking. “I’m beyond tired, Y/N. I have Alby making me do anything he doesn’t want to do - I definitely don’t need someone whining about my absence while I work.”

This was definitely the first time he raised his voice at you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I can’t pretend to be sane for any longer!” his voice gradually got higher. “I love you - God, I do - but I don’t know if I can be who you want me to be right now!”

“Just be Newt,” you whispered, slightly terrified, “that’s who I want you to be.”

“I’m not Newt,” he muttered, turning away from you. “I don’t know who the bloody hell I am.” his voice cracked as he slammed the door behind him, leaving the room.

Waiting for Newt to get to wherever he wants to go before leaving the room yourself, you sobbed silently.

Then, you headed for the Med-Jack Hut, turning to the medicine cupboard.

Painkillers.

Well, you weren’t really sure if Newt’s absence - both physically and emotionally - could be cured by anything but him.

You took a handful, and after a deep breath, swallowed them all in one go.

Already feeling the side effects, you let your hands roam around Clint’s desk for a sheet paper and a pen.

With dizzy scrawls, you wrote - I’m sorry, Newt

That being done, you lied on the nearest bed and closed your eyes.

Not long after, a long series of shouts had you feeling nauseated. You rolled over to your side - lacking the energy to sit up - in case you were going to throw up.

“She’s awake,” the voice sounded like Alby’s. “Minho, call Newt.”

Newt…

Yeah, Y/N. Minho went to get him,” Alby said, making you realize you said his name out loud. “Newt, he… he walked out after arguing with us,”

“Is he okay?” you asked, forcing yourself to sit up, but Clint gently pushed you back down.

“Let your energy come back to you first,” he whispered. You nodded.

“He’s… broken. You know how long you’ve been gone?”

You shook your head.

“Almost two weeks,” he said seriously. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Painkillers,” you murmured, but both Alby and Clint heard.

“Bloody hell, Y/N…” Your favorite head of tousled blonde hair rushed in the room. He took his time to look at you. You probably looked horrible, because then his voice cracked as he muttered an “oh, my God” and raised his hand to his mouth.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight becau-” Clint began.

“I know the effects,” you interrupted. “I am a Med-Jack.”

Weight loss, dark circles under the eyes, pale lips…

Newt then held Minho’s shoulder for support, his hand going to his chest as he began breathing rapidly. “I can’t breathe…” he mouthed breathlessly.

“Panic attack,” Clint muttered, placing his hands on either side of Newt’s shoulders. “follow my breathing, Newt. Focus on me.”

As Clint began demonstrating slow and steady breaths, Minho strode to you, massaging your arm soothingly as tears filled your eyes.

“Is he okay?” you whispered brokenly.

“He’s gonna be,” Minho responded, covering your eyes with his hand. “Don’t look.”

After a few torturing moments, Minho withdrew his hand. Newt was now seated in the corner, looking at the floor.

“Newt,” you whispered.

The others took it as a cue to leave.

‘I did this to you.” he said moments after the Hut has been emptied, except for you two.

“Please don’t say that,” you felt yourself starting to sob, but you swallowed them.

“Then what should I say, Y/N? Huh? You want me to act like I’m not responsible for this bloody mess?”

You waited for Newt to calm down before responding. “I want you to hold me.”

Newt stared at you incredulously. “You’re unbelievable.” he laughed bitterly.

“You still love me, don’t you?”

“More than anything in the world,” he answered immediately, bitter smile fading.

“Then hold me.” you began to sob silently. “Please.”

“I’m not good for you, Y/N,” he shook his head. “I’m unstable. I can’t protect you from anything but myself. No - not even that.”

When he stood close enough for you to reach, you weakly pulled his hand towards you, making him fall painfully to a kneel before your bed.

“Sorry,” you muttered, staring at his emotionally hurt face. You reached for his locks and began to kiss his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Shhh.” you sighed, kissing a trail on his face to his lips. “People break… it’s okay. I’m sorry too.”

“Don’t do this to me again,” he muttered to your neck.

anonymous asked:

Having a pitbull for a pet, they're incredibly protective of yours & Bucky's newborn. One day on a play date in the park, a judgmental passerby snidely asks you "idk how you can let a known killer near your baby like that." You don't care if they're referring to the dog or Bucky but you don't care. You go into savage mode and say "idk how a lady who spent the last half hour staring at her phone while her kid ate sand would come over to completely strangers and give them parenting advice!"

I imagine Bucky spitting his coffee out in a laugh

try maximizing your potential

I am a female millennial studying political science at a seemingly very liberal institution. The ideals of feminism are so carelessly debated through the workings of my own life that my perception of what it means to truly be a feminist has become skewed and distorted. I struggle with the definition of feminism and what it looks like in practice.

The Women’s March on Washington, and the similar marches around the world, that occurred last Friday left me in complete perplexity. I am still perplexed. I can’t seem to deduce from their protests what they are truly fighting for. I was even more dumbfounded when I discovered a woman’s group in Washington advocating for their pro-life position was removed from a list of the March’s supporters. Apparently, you are only free to voice your opinion if it is the right opinion. Here again we see the hypocrisy of the left. The left praises diversity in race, gender, sexuality, but denounces diversity of opinion.    

There are those who love to tell me that as a Conservative I cannot also identify as a feminist. After what played out last Friday, I’m not sure I’m too upset by this statement.

I do not like the modern day form of feminism. I do not like this general perception of victimhood based on gender. I do not like the excuses, the complaints, the invalidated judgments. If you’re a modern day feminist apparently you have to be pro-choice.  Apparently clothes are optional, and “free the nipple” is a statement of feminine empowerment. Men are seemingly the enemy, and to protest this would make you the likes of a traitor, maybe even a misogynist. Those who choose motherhood over a career are suddenly labeled regressive. Those who choose careless sexual exploration and then documentation are exalted.

This should not be feminism. These women should not be labeled true feminists.

You know who is a real feminist? My father. My father the conservative, my father the realist, my father the traditionalist, he is a feminist.

My father, the man who pushed me to be better than my male counterparts, and who truly believed I could be better than my male counterparts, he is a feminist. My father, the man who expected me to excel in academics and accepted nothing less, now he is a feminist. My father, the man who supported my wild professional ambitions, he is a feminist. My father, the man who refused to allow me to be defined by my gender and by societal stereotypes, he is a feminist. My father, the man who worked his entire life alongside my mother to provide greater opportunities for his two daughters, he is a feminist.

When did feminism become about wildly exposing one’s body, instead of maximizing one’s potential through education, athletics, or the arts? When did feminism become an attack on society, instead of a practice of nourishment and growth for young women? When did women stop believing they were enough, and instead begin pointing the finger of blame at those who they presume to be the chosen successful ones?

Feminism must be better than this is if it is to survive. Women must be better than this if they wish to be successful. To the women who spent their Friday out protesting, I ask of you this. Go to work, go to school, better yourself through the acquirement of knowledge. Make yourself an asset in the workplace. Work to become the best version of you. This is how we as a gender progress. This is how humanity progresses. This is how we as a gender make strides in the size of our income. This is how we as a gender earn respect. Standing in the road on a Friday with a vulgar sign, that displays vulgar language, accomplishes none of this, and it might even in fact, regress your beloved feminist effort.