the quality of this was so bad to begin with

Unpopular Opinion?

I think Finn was actually an extremely well-written character (especially in light of Kim saying Finn was, to a certain extent, intentionally meant to be received by us in the way he was). Totally despicable and self-centred and obsessive and ultimately not cut out for the world he was thrown into, but well-written.


Because he’s real. 

People just like Finn actually exist. They pretend they’re a Good Guy and a lot of the time, we believe them, but that’s just not the case and eventually all their bad qualities start to come out and reveal themselves and at the end of it all we’re left shaking our heads wondering - just like Clarke - how we could be so short-sighted not to have noticed it right from the beginning.

I think that’s part of the reason why so many of us hate him so much. He’s not a typical villain. He’s not even an anti-hero. He’s that guy you know. The one you thought might actually be different. He’s that guy you thought you liked … the one who turned out to be everything he told you he was not. He’s the guy that broke your heart, and the entire time tried to pretend he didn’t by covering up the wound with a flimsy little bandaid that falls off with each movement. 

And then does it again, all the while sporting the complete and utter lack of self-awareness required to wonder why your cut is still bleeding. 

Finn’s so real, so realistic, so plausible, that it’s honestly unsettling. He’s the kind of character that makes you wonder how many Finn’s are wandering around in your life right now that have yet to reveal themselves. 

Nah I just got a weird headcanon where mads and Laurens meet up and just talk about random shit and their boyfriends. (It’s like a fucking fanfiction, not just a headcanon but oh well. Read at your own risk..) They can Only do it every Thursday (taking turns to buy each other coffee) because Jef and Ham are always arguing, and James and John are always apologising to each other like “Im sorry Alex punched Thomas in the nose yesterday…” But both are convinced that deep down they really don’t hate each other (and of course they don’t). Whenever James is going out, he’s like “okay Thomas, I’ll be back in a bit,” and Thomas is really clingy but decides he can’t really stop him and keep him. When John is going out on the other hand he doesn’t really bother to tell Alex because he’s always busy, instead leaving a note on the counter saying ‘back soon, -jack’ doubts Alex even reads the notes (but he does). So basically John and James just talk by their usual window seat, and James sometimes complains that Thomas is being really clingy or whatever, but he feels like he doesn’t want it any other way. And then John kinda sighs and briefly mentions how he wished he could spend more time with Alex, but insists it’s fine and shit. James sometimes teases John, like “what’s it like dating a toddler,” hinting the 'tantrums’ Alex pulls after loosing an argument with Thomas, and John’s like “sometimes I just wish he’d act his age,” and James agrees but feels bad for agreeing so goes on to say “yeah but I love my puppy… (god that sounds like I’m talking about a pet)!” (Also that there is a lady who was once sitting behind them who caught snippets of their conversation about the toddler and puppy thing, and basically thinks that John’s a pedophile and James is a furry. Over the weeks, John and Alex’s relationship grows more distant, and James begins to feel like he’s being smothered, and they end up not talking about the good qualities in their boyfriends anymore, but the bad, if they even talk about them at all. So the last time they meet up, they are barely talking to each other, just drinking their coffees, perking up every little while to say something, but conversations never hold. Since they are in their window seat as usual, Thomas and Alex are walking by (bickering) and are like “wait is that James/john?” And they both get the weird assumption that they are being cheated on by their enemy’s boyfriend. So they both go in to confront them. (Alex thinks John is cheating because he’s always working and ignoring him. Thomas thinks James is cheating because he’s too clingy or whatever.) So they go in, and make a whole scene in the small coffee shop (everyone is now watching). Alex is like “ShiT JAcK I’m SO SORRY,” and Thomas is just like “James….?” (Alex is the reason all eyes are on them.) the person who works there knows that john and James come here every week and that they usually spend hours on end just talking. Even the worker assumed they were going out, and is completely shocked to see their actual boyfriends burst in like this. James is immediately like “oh god, no Tommy. This isn’t what it looks like!” John is kind of just shocked and speechless as Alex runs over to him and hugs him, apologising repeatedly for everything he can think of. James is still trying to convince Thomas that him and John are only friends, but Thomas isn’t having it. (+he is unaware of his clinginess towards James.) he’s all like “I’ve really tried to be the best I could for you! And you’re still not happy?!” And James is like “listen to me! There’s nothing going on between me and John!” John is still unable to find words which kind of angers Alex, who ends up joining in on questioning James. Alex is all like “what proof do you have that there’s nothing between you?!” To which Jemmy replies “what proof do /you/ have that there /is/ something going on?!” And Thomas is nearly crying (betrayed x100). “Well, first of all you meet up in secret- never telling me where you’re going or who you’re meeting and hakbwkxjwnsbwk!!!!” (He’s just really flustered.) “Alex, (he also greets Thomas, but nervously and quietly) the only reason we didn’t tell you guys was because we know ye don’t get along, so we wouldn’t want to waste your time just because we were hanging out…” and James sighs, S O FUCKING RELIEVED. “And everyone needs that friend that they can just talk to..” So they spend hours trying to sort it all out. Alex promised to spend more time with John, and Thomas came to terms with James that they both needed a little time to themselves every now and then. John and James kept hanging out. They stopped going to the coffee shop the worker though it would be best if their boyfriends and them stayed away from it for a while. (Basically got banned.) John introduced James to his other friends (Laf and Herc, and Burr was already close-ish with both parties) and Thomas and Alex decided they could put their differences aside at least twice a week (finding they also had a lot in common). So basically the ending is shit. But oh well. The headcanon where John and James went out to get coffee every Thursday and just talk, sometimes about recent event, mostly about their boyfriends, turned into this fucking shit. Should I be proud? No.

Originally posted by ramosanthonys

Parchment // Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader

he-men-ah asked:
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡

I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!

Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile​ because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU
Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader
Length: 8.1k

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.

You smoothed down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too right and explained too much.

Being Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you? You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all things magical.

Despite all of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns. You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.

The doors to your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was. There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.

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A/N: Hello, my lovely wonderfuls! Here is my first (of many) polyhamilsquad story! I just realized I never put what character I’m writing about in the title (whoops). I apologize, I know I appreciate that when other (more talented) writers do that, so I’ll try keep that up. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this and I really hope you all enjoy it! As always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! And I hope you all have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are! Oh! And the song used in this fic is Back At One By Brian McKnight :)


You loved Sunday mornings. They were your favorite day of the week. Mostly because it was all your boys day off and you all got to sleep late. You loved waking up wrapped up with all your boys. It never failed to make you smile and fill you with joy.

This particular Sunday morning you were woken up by Johns soft lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smile with your eyes still closed and run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you a smile gracing his sweet freckled face.

“Good morning lover girl, you’re looking beautiful as always,” he says nuzzling your neck and giving you more kisses.

You giggle and shake your head.

“I don’t think I look beautiful at all, but thank you,” you pull his face to yours and place a soft kiss of your own on his lips.

Lafayette starts stir beside you, “I want morning kisses too, ma petit colombe.”
You smile and turn to him.

“Well, Johnny here decided to steal his morning kisses from me.”

John nods pecking your cheek as you smile. Laf looks serious in thought, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“I guess, I’ll have to steal mine too,” he says placing kisses all over your face.

“Gil,” you giggle.

He smiles down at you, and places a long, toe curling kiss on your lips. He pulls away when John clears his throat. Laf looks at John.

“You want on too, ma douce?”

John nods and Laf gives him kiss just like yours. They pull apart and you can see the love in their eyes and it makes your heart swell.

“Don’t mind me boys, I’m just going to move out of the way,” you say jokingly, trying to scoot out from between them. Before you can really get anywhere, Lafs hands are on your hips again, holding you still.

“Non, mon ange, we’re not done with you yet.”

You look from him to John and see their matching smirks and purse your lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wake up the other boys?” you ask, thinking the suggestion might distract them.

“We will, in just a few minutes,” Laf says as he starts kissing your neck and John kisses that ticklish spot on your ribs.

You start to squirm, trying to move. When you hear Alex begin to stir.

“Alex, honey, good morning. Look, boys Alex is awake,” you say and they both cease for a moment and chuckle.

“Are you bothering our dear (Y/N) already?”

“Non, mon amour, we’re stealing morning kisses,” Laf says while wiggling his eyebrows at Alex.

“Well, in that case,” and without warning Alex jumps over John and is on top of you within seconds.

“Alex,” you say in a warning tone.

“Yes, my love?” he asks a smirk at his lips as he leans over you.

“Don’t you think I should go make breakfast?”

“Of course, right after I steal my morning kisses,” and with that his lips are on yours.

He places a passionate kiss on your lips and then a gentle kiss, before moving down to your collar bone. Meanwhile, John and Laf had taken to kissing your hands and wrists. Leaving you no way of escape.

“Boys I think you’ve stolen more than enough,” you say breathlessly.

“Are you sure, mon ange?”

“I disagree baby girl.”

“Nope, not nearly enough, my love.”

You sigh, your only hope was Hercules. You start trying to tap him with your foot. You do so a few times and he starts to stir.

“Herc, my darling, would you mind helping me?”

He lifts his head to see your predicament and chuckles before sitting up.

“Alright, my loves, leave the cupcake alone.”

They all give a slight pout, as Herc helps you out of their hold, holding you to his chest. You smile up at him.

“Now, what’s going on?”

“We were stealing morning kisses,” John says wrapping his arms around Alex, while he reaches for Laf.

Herc laughs, “stealing morning kisses huh?”

He looks at you and you nod seriously. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask a lady for a kiss? Watch and learn.”

Herc turns his attention back to you and clears his throat.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” You giggle before responding.

“Of course my darling,” you giggle, placing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, silently thanking him for his rescue.

You both pull apart smiling, and look at the rest of your boys when you hear a throat clear. You see all three of them on one knee on the bed, with their right hands over their hearts and their left out towards you.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” they all recite in together. You laugh and look at Herc, signaling him to let you down.

“Since you all asked so nicely,” you approach each of them giving them quick kisses on the lips barely slipping out of Alexander’s grasp.

They all give you pout, while you stand behind Herc.

“Darling, will you keep them distracted while I go make breakfast?

“Anything for you cupcake,” you kiss Hercs cheek and make your way to the kitchen. You hear a few sad groans before a burst of laughter from the bedroom.

You smile as you begin breakfast, this was really your favorite day. You loved spending time with your boys, and this was actually somewhat rare.

Your boys worked so hard, it was difficult to have this type of quality time all together. But, you usually had at least one of them around, so it didn’t bother you too much. You always reveled in these days though, these perfect blissful days.

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Soon your favorite days were gone. At first it wasn’t that bad, but within a month it was like they all got twice as busy as before. Even your Sundays were no longer waking up late and spending the day together.

Now there was always one of them gone and you hated it, but you rationalized with yourself. It was their work, it was just because they had to work that was all.

Their usual attentiveness had dwindled. In the morning you woke up with your boys and made them breakfast, and lunches (they had a tendency to forget to eat). Instead of sweet, sometimes lingering kisses, you got a quick peck on the cheek or forehead as they made their way out the door.

Again, you told yourself that they were just consumed with work. They weren’t purposely putting you on the back burner. You reassured yourself daily, you knew they loved you. They had told you and shown you countless times. They loved you, they did.

Two months went by and it was still much of the same. You would tell yourself everyday, it’s just because of work. They had time consuming jobs.

Lafayette was a heart surgeon, Alex and John were lawyers, and Herc was a clothing designer. Laf was called into work at random times, of course you could understand how tired he was. Alex and John were both top lawyers at their firm, of course they want to stay there, you could understand their stress.

Herc was one of the best designers in New York, not to mention the country, and he had to travel to make sure things were done properly. Of course you understood, he made beautiful clothing, they were his own masterpieces, he wanted them done right.

All of this you understood and took into consideration. Everytime you got a peck instead of a kiss, a wave instead of an embrace, a quick ‘sure’ instead of an ‘of course, my love’. Everytime you got a brush off quickly because they had more important things to do.

You reminded yourself that they had hard jobs and that they worked hard. You didn’t need to take anything personally. But, it was getting harder and harder to do. You were a nurse at a pediatricians office and maybe your work wasn’t as hard as theirs, but you still made time for them.

You always made sure they ate during the day, sometimes forgetting to eat yourself. You always tried to make sure they got enough sleep, especially Alexander. You made sure they knew how much you loved them. Was it so bad to want that in return?

Your patience and understanding was starting to wear thin. You had had a really shitty day. The office had been busier than normal and full of sick children. Several of which had puked and or peed on you. There was constant screaming, and even some unfortunate hair pulling.

You had a pulsing headache, your feet were killing you, and you smelt unpleasant. All you wanted was a long shower, food, and sleep.

When you arrived home, you could see all of your boys were home. On your way into your home, you could hear Alex yelling at someone over the phone. John seemed to be looking over some files and Laf and Herc seemed to be talking in the kitchen.

You stood their for a few minutes waiting for a ‘welcome home’ or some type of acknowledgement. Much to your dismay there came none. You made your way to the bedroom, but before you were all the way there, Laf finally noticed you were home.

“There she is! We’ve been waiting for you,” he says smiling. “We’re going out in celebration of our Hercules being home. Go get ready so we can go.”

The thought of going out right now made you want cringe. You were so tired, physically and emotionally. You felt almost empty with all you’ve given these past months.

“I’m sorry boys, I just don’t feel up to it, but you guys go and have fun.”

They all look disappointed, including Alex, who had finally gotten off the phone.

“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun. Just get ready real quick,” Alex says looking at you like you were being slightly ridiculous.

“Please, we haven’t spent quality time together in a while, go get ready and we’ll wait,” John says in a sweet tone that makes you want to cry and yell at the same time. Where have you been??

“No, boys really I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day and just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“How about you shower and then we can go, I know you’ve had a long day, but don’t you want to spend time with us,” Alex tells you somewhat accusingly. The other boys looking at you for an answer.

And it’s the final straw, you had been patient, and sweet and understanding for two months. And now they were turning this on you? As if you’re the one neglecting them, as if you hadn’t waited up for them and then woken up with them to make sure they got to work and home okay. As if you hadn’t been taking the bare minimum of affection from them for two months!

“You know what, I know we haven’t spent time together. You want to know how I know? For the past two months, I’ve made sure all of you were okay, and eating, and cared about, whether you were here or at work or traveling.” You look at all them pointedly, trying to keep your tears at bay.

“I have waited up and gotten up for all of you everyday, made sure you had everything you needed,” you close your eyes and take a breath. “You know what I’ve gotten these past two months?” you look at each of them, they all look somewhat shocked at your outburst. “I’ve gotten quick pecks and half assed acknowledgments.”

“I know you all work hard and you’re all amazing at what you do. Usually you do make time for me and I appreciate the time I do get, but these past two months,” you take a breath as the tears starts to spill over your cheeks. “It’s just, it would be nice not to feel so empty once in awhile. I love you all so much but lately I feel like I’m just giving, and giving, and giving, and I’m left with nothing! I’ve tried to be understanding and patient, but I can’t do it anymore. And you know what I shouldn’t have to!”

They all stare at you guilt and sorrow on their faces, they look so distraught. And you feel instantly guilty.

“Baby girl…”

“My love…”

“Mon ange..”


They have tears brimming in their eyes and you hate that you caused it. No matter how upset you were with them, you didn’t want them to hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. I know it’s not, you’re all so good at what you do and I know you love your work. I’m just tired, that’s all.” They start to approach you, but you step back. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just gonna go for a drive for a bit. You guys go out and have a nice dinner, okay?” You turn and walk out the door without waiting for a reply.

The boys try to stop you, but by the time they get to the door, you’re already gone. They go back inside and decide to wait for your return.

After two hours had passed they grew worried.

“She’ll come back, right?” John asks his other lovers.

“Of course she will, she loves us remember,” Herc tells him hugging him to his chest. Although the same fear was growing in the pit of his stomach

Alex looks less sure as he paces, hoping that you’re not crying on the road and his heart aching to be near you.

Lafayette is sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing, thinking of all the places you might go. And it hits him, the Schuylers! They were your best friends.

“I’m going to call Angelica and see if she’s heard from her,” the other boys nod their heads frantically.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you….”

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You drove around for thirty minutes before stopping at the Schuylers. You hated coming over unannounced, but you weren’t ready to go home and you were so tired.

You knocked on the door and tried to make yourself look presentable.

Peggy opened the door, took one look at you, pulled you in and called her sisters.
Eliza and Angelica came into the living room and immediately embraced you.

“(Y/N), what happened?” Angelica asks, brushing hair out of your face.

You try to hold back your tears, but they break free and fall down your cheeks. Eliza hugs you close and lets you cry on her shoulder until you’ve calmed.

After a few minutes, Peggy hands you some tissues and you thank her. You take a few deep breaths and tell them all what happened. How the past two months that the boys were so busy and you felt so lonely, how you tried to power through it, and how when you finally had all of them together you had an outburst that just ended up making everyone feel bad, including yourself.

“Okay, while we can all understand that they have time consuming jobs, that doesn’t mean they stop making time for you.”

“But Angie”-

“No, she’s right (Y/N). You shouldn’t feel any remorse about the way you feel in your heart. That’s not something you can control,” Eliza tells you holding your gaze.

Peggy nods in agreement before adding on.

“And you shouldn’t keep all of your emotions bottled up, if they’re doing something that hurts your feelings or makes you angry you need to say so.”

You nod knowing all of them are right, but the guilt still doesn’t dissipate.

“I need to get back home and talk to them,” you say getting up, but Angelica pulls you back down.

“You definitely need to talk to them, but it can wait until tomorrow.”

When you try protest both Eliza and Peggy shake their heads at you.

“You’re tired and emotionally drained, you need some time to refresh yourself.”

“And it’s okay to let them sweat a little bit, you do a lot for them,” Peggy says giving you a wink.

You laugh and shake your head.

“I need to tell them where I am, I don’t want them to freak out.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Angie says taking your phone from you. You knew better than to argue with her.

“Please be nice, I know I was upset, but I didn’t speak up either and they never meant to hurt me,” you look at her with pleading eyes, while she sighs and rolls her eyes at you.

“I guess, Eliza can call them then.”

The four of break out in laughter, once you all settle they send you to shower and told you to get some sleep.

Just as you leave, Angelica’s phone starts ringing and she sees it’s Lafayette. Right on time, she thinks.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you..”

“Yes, she’s here and she’s spending the night, so don’t expect her home.”

She can hear the rest of the boys in the background, with relieved murmurs. She puts the phone on speaker, so her sisters can hear.

“Non, we can come get her.”

“You will do no such thing Laf. She needs some space, she is completely physically and emotionally drained.”

The boys pause at Eliza’s stern tone, but start up again.

“We need to talk to her, and comfort her, so she knows we love her,” John says his voice pleading.

“You can tell her all that tomorrow,” Peggy says.

The boys know that they won’t get past the Schuylers so they concede.

“Can you at least tell her that we love her and we’re sorry,” Alexander asks, sounding a little exasperated.

“We’ll relay the ‘we love you’, but you can all apologize yourselves tomorrow,” Angelica states.

“Try and get some sleep boys,” Eliza says in a more sympathetic tone this time.

Before they hang up, they hear a scoff and then, ‘yeah, like that’s gonna happen.’ They giggle and make their way to bed themselves.

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The next day, the boys are knocking at the Schuylers door, bright and early. More accurately, Alex is knocking incessantly while the others are asking him to pause for a second.

Minutes later, the door swings open to reveal a very irritated Angelica.

“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday,” she nearly growls while glaring at them.

“I brought some croissants, for you all, mon ami,” Laf offers with a pleading smile.

She just raises an eyebrow, before opening the door wider and standing aside so they could enter.

“I’ll wake the angel, you wait here,” she says walking away.

They all wait in the living room, Alexander is cracking his knuckles, Johns leg is bouncing, Lafayette has his hands resting on his thighs and tapping his fingers on them, and Herc has his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him sitting completely still.

As soon as you entered the room they all stood and resisted the urge to run to you. John just couldn’t help himself.

Before you can say a word he rushes to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry please don’t be upset anymore, we love you. Please don’t leave us.”

As the initial shock wears off you realize what John just said and look at the boys wide eyed. They all look away, and your heart aches.

You embrace John and step back a bit so you can look him in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving you guys, I love you,” your eyes meet each of the boys. “I may have been upset, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to quit on our relationship, you’re all my everything.”

The rest of the boys, rush to you and John. You’re completely surrounded by them, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally felt at peace, the boys were your home.

“We’re so sorry, cupcake.”

“Oui, we don’t deserve you mon ange.”

“You’re our everything, love, we all need you more than you realize. You could probably do without us, but we cannot do without you.”

You look at each of them, tears springing to your eyes and your heart swelling. John turns you to face him and brushes a tear from your cheek.

“It’s true baby girl, and we came up with a little something to prove it.”

You look at him confused.

“A little something?”

You look to the other boys, and they all just smile at you. Herc takes your hand and leads you to the couch.

“We’re going to need you to sit here, cupcake,” he winks at you.

Your confusion only grows as they all line up in front of you.

“You got the disc, babe,” Herc says to John, who happily nods and places a cd in the stereo.

We’re they going to perform for you? And they all got into the same pose. They all stand their hands clasped together in front of them and their heads down.

It’s undeniable that we should be together, it’s unbelievable that used to say that I’d fall never…

Herc was the first to step forward lip-syncing the song and then followed John, Laf, and Alex.

The basis is need to know, if you don’t know just how I feel

Then let me show you now that I’m for real

If all things in time, time will reveal

As one said a line the others danced behind him. Until they got to the chorus, which they all did together, acting out nearly every word.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
Yeah (yeah)

You couldn’t help but smile at your boys, they were so ridiculously sweet, it made your heart soar.

It’s so incredible the way things work themselves out

And all emotional, once you know what it’s all about babe

And undesirable for us to be apart
Never would of made it very far

Cause you know that you’ve got the keys to my heart

Peggy, Angie, and Eliza had come to the living room because they heard music and held back their giggles at the boys sweet gesture.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

As you watched them, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have your own personal boy band. You loved them all so much.

Say farewell to the dark of night I see the coming of the sun

I feel like a little child
Whose life has just begun

You came and breathed new life
Into this lonely heart of mine

You threw out the life line just in the Nick of Time

As the song continued, the more dramatic they got and you couldn’t contain your giggles. And seeing your face lit up with joy made the boys hearts race.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

When they finished the last line, you jumped up and clapped, while the girls followed suit. They bowed and you went to them, giving each of them a kiss.

“So, you liked it?” Alex asked nervously.

“Are you kidding, I loved it! If I hadn’t already forgiven all of you, that would have convinced me,” you said smiling big at them.

“Can we go home now, cupcake?” Herc asks his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.

“Of course,” you say smiling and kiss nose.

“Bien, because we didn’t get a lot of sleep, and we missed you last night,” Laf says nuzzling your neck behind you, making you giggle.

“I call sitting with (Y/N) in the back,” Alex says while pulling you into his arms, and resting his head on yours, as you rest yours on his chest.

“Oh! Me too!” John exclaims wrapping his arms around you and Alex from behind you.

“I guess that means we get to cuddle with our darling girl when we get home then,” Herc says to Laf.

Both Alex and John gasp, and you giggle.

“Okay, boys you can take turns, let’s go home.” You gather your things and say goodbye and Thank you to the sisters, before heading out with your boys.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When you all arrived home and made your way to the bedroom, Lafayette stopped you.

“What is it Gil?”

“Mon ange, before we take our nap, I just want you to know that if you ever feel that way again, you can tell us.”

“Yeah, baby girl, we hated seeing you so upset.”

“Darling, we love you and you come before our work, always.”

“Love, if we ever fail to give you what you need, please, let us know.”

You look at each of them and nod.

“I promise, I will from now on. I’m sorry for not saying anything.”

Alex shakes his head at you.

“You don’t need to apologize my love.”
They all ask for a ‘good nap kiss’ and you giggle and give them each a sweet kiss, before you all settle into bed. You’re cuddled between Herc and Laf, as your eyes drift closed.

And an hour later the boys switch, Alex claiming he sleeps better next to you, while Laf and Herc roll their eyes, but comply to his request.

And this time as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your heart, finally feeling complete.

The next week’s that passed by were filled with long lingering kisses, nearly constant cuddles, and ‘I love you’s. Your boys making sure that you felt completely loved and taken care of. And although this all made you feel immense joy, your favorite part was that you got your blissful Sundays back.

❝ I also like your lips... and not only that ❞

Plot: You’re a member of a SM’s group and your group covers “Forever” by Exo and you rap Chanyeol’s part, so he went to talk to you because he thinks you’re really good but then something happens.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Words count: 4,1k+

Genre: Angst/fluff in the end 

Warning: Triggering contents 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

That day you didn’t want to talk to anyone. Yet you were forced to sit in the rehearsal room and collaborate with others to decide which cover to bring on stage. Your manager had given you a list of what the management had decided to offer you and it had been just that to destroy your mood that morning.  

They promised you the freedom to choose what you liked and instead it had been just an excuse, as always.  

Idol life gave a lot of it, but it took off as well. As for example the freedom to decide for anything.  

Sujin’s and Marie voices kept resonating in the room, annoying you slightly even though you were aware that that situation wasn’t even their fault. Indeed, you were grateful that they were trying to satisfy the tastes of all six, even though it was difficult indeed impossible.  

“Unnie, what do you think?”  

The delicate voice of the Maknae, the sweet and innocent Hyojin, came to your right and you turned the face slightly to look at her. She managed to snatch you a little smile, with her delicate face, her big and loveable and full of expectations eyes and the smile perfectly outlined on those heart-shaped lips.  

“That’s all right.”  

“You don’t look happy, Unnie. Something wrong? ” The concern in her voice made you smile, it was the youngest but she was always the one that cared most of all; obviously after your leader. “You look tired..”  

“I’m, I slept badly tonight..”  

“Have you been practicing late? UNNIE!!!! ”  

Hyojin’s shouting captured the attention of the other four, who in one movement turned towards you and looked exactly at you. You were embarrassed, you hated being nagged because you were always the clumsy one and causing trouble on trouble; so you would lower your head and bite your lower lip with strength, waiting for someone to tell something to you.  

“Y/N, have you slept badly..?” Seoyoung, as well as the charismatic and perfect leader, asked you and approaching and stroking your shoulder while a sense of relief pervaded you. It was clear that you wouldn’t be scolded that time.  

“Yes.. It’s just a period, that’s all Unnie.. ” You whispered, keeping your gaze down; “Even my studies doesn’t help..”  

“We decide the song, you go and throw yourself on the mat and rest a little. Okay? ”  

“Unnie, me too, (too)!” Hyojin began to ask hopping on the spot and you noticed your leader raise her eyes to heaven but eventually agree, so both of you walked away from the small group and you lay on the mat. Immediately Hyojin clung to your arm, like a little koala, and you let her do it because she could instill a sense of calm that you desperately needed.  


“Mh, Hyojin?”  

“I love you, thank you for being my Unnie.” She murmured and you didn’t know what to say, caught by surprise by that sudden confession. You weren’t the best to express your feelings openly, your fame was to be the cold princess of the group, so you simply kissed her forehead with sweetness. All knew that for you the little gestures were more important than words and therefore they understood thanks to them that the affection that you felt for them was intense and above all sincere.  

~ ~

“We did it!!!!!”  

A grunt after that yell remembered that you were still in the rehearsal room and the Maknae next to you had started hiding her face against your arm, obviously vexed for that unexpected awakening.  

You smiled with more lightness, feeling even better after that little nap, rubbing your eyes and then laying your gaze towards the other four that had begun to scream and jump in circles. That was one of the reasons why they put you in the group because you were always soothing their behaviors when they were too excited.  

The umpteenth grunt took you to giggle, freeing your arm from Maknae’s firm grip and getting from the mat you had to regain the balance because a violent dizzy spell had almost thrown you back on the soft fabric.  

It lasted a handful of seconds and after a deep breath, you returned to normal, ignoring that little event and walking towards your friends.  

“Y/N, we have chosen the song!!!!!”  

“That is?”  

“I’ll make you listen to, we know you’ll love it,” JooMi yelled, approaching you and starting to search the song on her phone.  

The wait was almost unnerving for you as you still had the warmth of the nap and Hyojin on your skin, but when the first notes of the song resonated near your ear you totally froze, keeping your gaze fixed on a point of the wall.  

That song was your worst nightmare in those days, but you didn’t mention it to your companions because they’d tease you. The problem was you knew which part you were going to cover and this brought you back to your main problem.  

The reason you hated that song, the reason you hated the whole album it was about.  

The problem was that the voice of Park Chanyeol provoked in you the most disparate sensations and you didn’t know how to confront them. You didn’t even understand how it was possible for a simple voice to lull you until you fell asleep, but could get you angry after two seconds.  

Their voices were in perfect balance with each other, like every single time, and you would notice how Sehun had improved over time, how Minseok’s and Junmyeon vocals were well delineated in the background, every single thing you could hear, you heard it.  

First of all his voice.  


“For me it’s okay, just let’s do this special stage.” You muttered, your mood darkened in the lap of three minutes and fifty seconds, while around you the total chaos burst again. Only the leader’s gaze remained on you for more time, but you pretended a smile and returned to your place; On the mat, making a sleepy Hyojin sleeping again in a few minutes.  

That had practically become your own hell and you had no way out.  

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i am so disgusted by betsy devos’ confirmation. she does not understand the socioeconomic and cultural factors that impact public school districts and their students—this is evidenced by the fact that she thinks implementing more charter schools will improve the already-existing school system. improving school and student performance involves more than just building new schools, and i don’t think devos understands the root of poor student performance.

basically, poor schools are trapped in a cycle of poverty while schools in more affluent neighborhoods gain more funding. public schools are funded three ways: state education funds, property taxes, and standardized test scores.

it is well established that schools with less funding do worse than schools with more funding. the more money and resources a school has, the better students perform in school and on state tests. for poor schools, this is where the cycle begins: the school doesn’t have enough money, so students are not getting the same quality education as their wealthier counterparts; because they are not getting a quality education, they perform badly on standardized tests; because they perform badly on standardized tests, the school doesn’t get much funding; repeat cycle. add low property taxes to this equation and you get what is known as a “bad school.”

it is no coincidence that “bad schools” are located in low-income primarily black neighborhoods, and “good schools” are located in upper class primarily white neighborhoods. this casual segregation is not only a result of low funding, it’s a result of racism. many public schools did not fully integrate until the 1980s; while segregation was illegal by this point, many people of color (especially black people) were confined to their neighborhood schools. additionally, the racist housing market disallowed black people from moving into certain neighborhoods (where mostly white people lived), meaning many could not move into a better area.

as a result, poor black schools stayed poor and black, and wealthy white schools stayed wealthy and white.

there is a history to our public school system. it is a history of anti-blackness, racism, classism, and disenfranchisement. we can do better, but defunding public schools is not the answer. further disenfranchising poor people, black people, and people of color will only serve to further advance upper class (white) students while everyone else falls behind. sending these low income students to a charter school will not magically improve their performance. if we want to improve student performance, we must first work on improving our public schools and creating an education system that benefits every student.

(I had to put this (image ^ ) because otherwise tumblr did not let me post…)

Ok guys are you ready for my drug?! 

❤️ The “my incomplete digital levihan’s drawings” list:  ❤️

Chapter 63 like (well what I want to be like):

“My love for you is infinite”

The next is an emoji’s drawing requested on instagram ( 😎 )

The boss are back:

My favorite trio:

Some doodles:


Chapter 90 like:

I know this will happen one day, I KNOW:

and when it will happen, these would be the faces I will do:

Armin like: ”what I told you?”

Armin knows everything. Armin is a clairvoyant. No ok, it’s only because he is the narrator.. so he knew everything from the beginning❤️

However, what drawing do you want me to end first?

(Sorry for bad quality)

i dont really see ‘unlucky’ or ‘unfavourable’ placements that spell out instant and non negotiable bad fate. like there are people worried that uranus in the 7th house means ‘being single forever’, but its more about the dynamics and the way it expresses in that domain.

ok so a person with a 7th house planet to begin with is already going to be more focused on the idea of relating and connecting with people than others. 
uranus is individual. in the 7th it wants uranus type people around to showcase resting qualities inside the person, qualities that they need to integrate. and the energy of uranus - fun, stimulating, exciting, rebellious. so relationships can be all those things, full of spur of the moment fun and interesting conversation. 
as for ‘remaining single forever’ its more possible that you could consciously direct that sort of end point through your individual preferences. if you are the sort of person that expresses the qualities of uranus in the 7th that don’t respond to relationships well because you are independent and self ruling and too sass for all of that, it’s going to be a conscious decision to remain single or have very uncommitted relationships, and these people wouldnt be concerned about that idea of elderly solitary to begin with. and those with uranus in the 7th that enjoy relationships and learn and love in them (remember uranus is also a sign of groups, friends, unity, its togetherness) while expressing uranus 7th qualities like needing alone time and liberty. there’s nothing in the placement’s condition that suggests spending the rest of life in unsatisfying relationships. relationships just have the preference of uranus. 

and ts every placement. nothing has been decided for you, you decided on a path but not the many ways you could take it. you will be there for the whole thing. the planets are not going to move without you or do anything without you actually there. the thing i have learned about astrology is it is a story about people and people are not easy to define and catagorise and bundle together they each have a different temperament that reacts with the chart differently. that’s why its hard to make big sweeping comments like ‘uranus in the 7th house does not marry’. people dont operate so easily. that’s their beauty

and if
unfortunate events happen and these relate to your astrology, like you have saturn in the 6th house and your fear is unemployment and becoming disposable and due to this projection and worry and anxiety that losing the job brings onto the person they are so scared at work they are not focused and they eventually get the result they feared and get fired. the boss does not want an anxious worker anymore. and if you reflect on these circumstances along the way you will find all the things you did to arrive at this event. there were actions that you inadvertently expressed that over time resulted in this. so when you get your next job you know the mistakes you made and you try not to repeat them. and you will if its important to you. we came to earth to make mistakes. not even virgo is allowed to be actually perfect. planets and signs give us the possibilities and the potential, but they have no power activating our will and so

they are nothing to be feared or fated, they are all spiritual journeys in human life 

anonymous asked:

Any thoughts on the current YouTube talks about "Can you be a goth if you don't like goth music?" The answers seem to be a mix of yes and no.

I haven’t seen any videos like that, but in general my opinion is also a bit of a mix of yes and no, with it leaning towards “yes”.

As a subculture goth has been around for about 40 years, and it has evolved so much since the beginning. We have new styles in both fashion and music, and I feel like if everyone *has to* still like the same things goths did back in the early 80s the subculture will become stagnant. It’s normal that cultures and subcultures branch out and change, it’s not a bad thing.

While music is the base for the subculture it has evolved into having so many other uniting qualities as well that it gets a bit tricky trying to find where the line of “goth” is drawn, and I think that’s up to personal interpretation in the end. “Goth music” is such a broad term nowadays and so much alternative, “darker” music is influenced by everything gothic that it is also much harder to say what really is goth music and what isn’t. I do think it’s good to know the original bands and be somewhat familiar with the early icons and the music style, but you can’t force yourself to like something you don’t like. If the music is not for you then it’s not for you.

Personally, if you don’t like any goth music (old or new, pure or influenced) I would slightly wonder why you want to be a part of a subculture that is so closely connected with the music (especially since there are other subcultures that are pretty much the same as goth with the exception of the prevalent music tastes), but I don’t see it as an obstacle. In the end it’s not up to me to decide how other people define themselves, and music is just one of the things that connect goths nowadays anyway.

My Favorite GTOP Moments in 2015


The year kicked off with the final concerts of BB ‘X’ JDT and this was one of my favorite moments from the January 17th concert in Osaka


I think this is my favorite moment in 2015? Just the way Seunghyun caught Jiyong’s eyes and his bright smile afterwards *clutches heart*


Not a lot happened in March except the release of BIGBANG’s Welcoming Collection and well….


The most memorable thing that happened in April was Seunghyun making an IG account. And because of that we got this on April 20th

“Ah obha, it fits so well with the rain that’s falling now.”

Obha……Okay Jiyong ;)


Oh god where to begin?! A lot of things happened in May 2015 but there 2 memorable moments for me:

1. The way Jiyong looked at Seunghyun during this Inkigayo performace. I don’t think I’ll forget this anytime soon.



There are also 2 moments in June that are unforgettable (at least to me)

1. Of course the cuddling on stage in WL2P stage on June 14th HK concert

2. The phone call during the Naver Starcast for ‘D’ album. Jiyong was so eager to call Seunghyun the entire time (even though he said he talked to him before the broadcast started) and when they finally called Seunghyun, he hogged the phone and barely let anyone else talk….

(sorry about the bad quality)


1. Dinner in Singapore~

2. Photoshoot for GQ August issue

3. Seunghyun being excited about Zutter on IG

(captioned “SOON 0805″)

(captioned “쩔어”)

(thanks for reminding me of these Madi <3)



1. Let’s start at the beginning: The V live broadcast


3. GTOP were seen in a club together!!!!

4. On Jiyong’s birthday, Seunghyun posted this

(captioned “Happy birthday GD.”)

5. GTOP lunch date after this AMAZING Zutter stage (which also happened to be Chinese Valentines Day. Coincidence? I think not XD)


(originally captioned “hahaha #Lastnight!”)


Not a lot happened in the beginning of the month since they were taking a much needed break at the time and also busy doing individual V app…things. BUT still things happened

1. Jiyong posted videos of Seunghyun on IG on September 10th and 11th

A video posted by G-DRAGON (@xxxibgdrgn) on Sep 10, 2015 at 6:02am PDT

(captioned “Playing with grandpa TOP”)

A video posted by G-DRAGON (@xxxibgdrgn) on Sep 11, 2015 at 4:43am PDT

(captioned “Playing with grandpa TOP again feat. Maknae line”)

2. September 27th afterparty in Taiwan


1. October kicked off with GTOP when Jiyong posted this video

A video posted by G-DRAGON (@xxxibgdrgn) on Oct 1, 2015 at 7:29pm PDT

(captioned “Came back to the hotel and our oldest hyung is doing this”)

2. Seunghyun went out with Jiyong and the gang (I think this was in NYC)

3. They were seen in a club in Sydney


1. On Seunghyun’s bitrthday Jiyong posted this

(captioned “Happy TOP’s Day *heart and cake emojis*)

2. The Melon Music Awards


December was pretty much eventless with the exception of MAMA

These are only a few of the moments… was turning into a very long post so I stopped myself.

(all pics credits to the owners - all gifs are mine)

So that episode of the The Orville came so out of left field, I’m not sure I can even process it.

Like. Wow.

Okay. Things I really liked:

  • The all-male species concept was explained much better: both genders exist, but females are incredibly rare and expected to have an operation at birth to “conform” (which…wow).
  • Moclans are a mostly male species. Therefore, couples are two men, together, romantically, sexually. There wasn’t a single joke about it. It wasn’t even a thing. (PS Bortus and Klyden are adorable.)
  • The thing that changed Bortus’s mind was fucking Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. It worked well, fit the show’s tone, and made for some HILARIOUS lines.
  • Bortus’s argument wasn’t “our child should be female because she was born that way”, his argument was “our child should be allowed to chose for themselves one day”. A subtle difference, but an important one.
  • There was actually a second, smaller moral quandary that I liked hearing Ed and Kelley discussing, and that is if humans have the right to force their view on other cultures. If some things are universally morally wrong, or if culture differences come into play a lot more. That’s an issue at the core of many Star Trek episodes, and one that will never be answered, so it’s a lot of fun to explore.
  • The entire trial scene. Very reminiscent of TNG. I loved it.
  • Alara. Just… Alara. I adore her.
  • There were honest to God plot twists? That I didn’t expect? Klyden’s reveal, finding an adult female Moclan to testify, the final ruling… all a surprise.

Things I didn’t like as much:

  • Yaphit hitting on the doctor at the beginning, just for a really bad dick joke. Utterly unnecessary. Though that was the only truly horrible joke in this episode (at least that I noticed), so… progress, I suppose.
  • …honestly I can’t think of anything else?

Basically, this was the strongest of the three episodes. By A LOT. It finally had the tone the show was going for and for the most part meshed the humor in with the plot much better than previously. And I am genuinely, genuinely impressed. I hope the show continues with this quality.

Along for the Ride – Prompto x Fem!Reader // Chapter 1: Photoshoot


Word Count: 3666 
Adult Themed but SFW (Later chapters will be entirely NSFW. We’re building to it. I’m a sucker for sexual tension, ok?)
Reader specifics: She has some sort of fashion color in her hair. It can be any color(s), in any amount, but it’s there. 2. She has a small tattoo on her right bicep. That is all. :D

Author’s Note: This little chapter was what started my journey into Prompto hell. It has since taken over my entire damn life and it’s all thanks to someone else’s photoshoot one shot. It was fine, but it left me un satisfied. I’ve tried my hand at modeling before, so the flow just felt inorganic. I also just couldn’t wrap my head around (the canon version of) Prompto just banging a chick he just met during a photoshoot. So I was like…I’m an ok writer…I could write it…then I needed it…and before I knew it, I was neck deep into 9 chapters and I now have an overarching plan to fix the end of the damn game. (Facepalm) I’ve been consumed.

I ALMOST didn’t post this. I’ve been reeling, trying to make it perfect. Then my dumb ass muse was like, “PREQUEL!” 

Then it was like, “ONE SHOTS!” and I started like 4 that are currently incomplete because I keep going back to this damn chapter and fixing it. If I don’t just post this, I’m going to find a reason not to. 

So here you go my lovely Prompto fans. I hope you enjoy it.


(If I tagged you, it’s because I’m pretty sure you appreciate Prompto. I hope that’s ok!!  ⁽˚̌ʷ˚̌ʺ⁾)

@xnoctits, @ridingchocobros, @louisvuittontrashbags, @dirtyffxvconfession, @chocofeathers

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Carrot dont … .

* abandons homework to make a bigass saiyuki post*


For someone who isn’t into Saiyuki, tell me more about this context why it’s bad/questioning… unless this is just irony. I can’t really tell.

oh boi oh boi,how to make this short?

lets make a chronological order, so you will see how its anime quality has changed during years.

This is manga quality of Saiyuki manga based of first books:

like okay Minekura had just started the series, its always wacky in the beginning, but it became better honestly.

(this is from one of the last books from same saiyuki books series as above)

This anime quality based on the first books:

(pls, gojyos hair is suppose to be blood red, not pink, they even say so in both manga AND anime)

This is manga quality of saiyuki reload:

This is anime quality of saiyuki reload(+gunlock, they had another anime named that based on reload manga)

… . what.

This is manga quality of an arc called burial

This is anime quality of the arc Burial

not bad, not bad~

This is manga quality of saiyuki gaiden(origin series)

This is anime quality of saiyuki gaiden

now we are gettin at something, those animeworker are doing their job right, more fair to the beauty of the manga

Here comes now manga quality of Saiyuki Reload blast

Here comes anime quality of Reload blast

Holy moly we are finally gettin for real serious here!!, its hella improving art.

oh I see they have made some more promotion art(saw it from @seiten-taisei​ s post, lets have a quick look at it :

seems kinda nice ^


(Sanzo( the blond dude), thats not your agressive face, …like if its something, its alright to come talk to me, dont suffer alone)

But yea as a short answer i was mostly ironic, cause I felt sorry for Sanzo ooc face.

Heres proof its actually going to be real good shiet:

- Carrot out

anonymous asked:

Supercorp prompts: Kara and her love for food!

Though Lillian had never been exactly loving growing up, Lena had been remarkably close to her adoptive grandparents, spending much of her time off from school in their manor, spending holidays that Lex was away with the very people Lillian both spoke so fondly of and mostly ignored, often finding herself feeling lighter afterwards—feeling better.

(She sometimes wondered what had made Lillian so different, why her grandparents were so kind and tolerant and Lillian was so…Lillian.

She wondered, but she never went further than that, deciding she didn’t very much want to know if the variable that caused such a difference in parental style was Lena herself.)

When she was fifteen, she had spent nearly an entire summer with her grandparents, helping out her grandmother with odds and ends as her grandfather had fallen rather ill. She still could remember the afternoons she spent laughing as she and her grandmother attempted to make cookies though neither of them had experience with baking. It had always ended in chaos, the man who worked in the kitchens looking on at the flour caked hair and aprons riddled with raw eggs with poorly concealed amusement.

It was during one of those afternoons—attempting to make her grandfather’s favorite cookies—that her grandmother offhandedly joked that the way to anyone’s heart was through their stomach.

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Pt. 4 How To Achieve Tranquility Of The Heart?

Thinking well of Allāh (ﷻ):

It was narrated from Abū Hurayrah – Allāh be pleased with him – that the Messenger of Allāh (ﷺ) said, Allāh (ﷻ) said:

“I am as My servant’s opinion of Me.”

— Ṣaḥīḥ al-Bukhārī (7505)

“Allāh (ﷻ) probably hates me. I am so bad; I always mess up. I don’t deserve any good from Allāh (ﷻ), and as punishment, I probably will not be given success in my other endeavors.”

How many people have felt this way at some point? Sometimes, our sins weigh heavily on us. We recognize our mistakes but instead of turning back to Allāh (ﷻ), we turn away. We feel that we must be so bad that even the All-Merciful will reject us. Other times, we do not see the fruits of our perseverance and believe that we will not be given what we have worked so hard for. Perhaps we do not even begin an endeavor, thinking there is no use.

Unfortunately, when we do this, we attribute human qualities to Allāh (ﷻ). We act as if Allāh (ﷻ) has some grudge against us that will heal as soon as He punishes us or rejects one of our requests. We act as though Allāh (ﷻ) is just waiting for us to slip up and say “Ha! Caught you!” We assume that we have to “deserve” the mercy of Allāh (ﷻ) by being almost perfect. This sounds absurd when articulated, but our actions unfortunately indicate that we believe otherwise.

What does this thought process actually tell us about ourselves? It tells us that we did not really have hope in Him (ﷻ) to begin with. Rather, our hope was in what we believed to be our own good deeds or abilities. Once we slip up or feel that we do not have the strength to continue, we do not think well enough of Allāh (ﷻ) to believe that He will guide us through. We must understand that when we think well of Allāh (ﷻ), that is what we will find.

Think well of Allāh (ﷻ) when embarking on something difficult, even if you fail

When the most beloved person to Allāh (ﷻ), the Prophet (ﷺ), was thinking of migrating to Madīnah, he started talking to all of the different tribes that came for Hajj in the hopes that one of them would accept Islām or at least offer the believers protection. He spoke to different tribes and was rejected by all of them. Some of the tribes even cursed and mocked him. Can you imagine the feeling of being rejected by five? What would happen after ten rejected you? How low would your morale be? When would you have given up?

Finally, he (ﷺ) met a few youth from Madīnah who believed in his message. He did not despair because he had a good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ), which motivated him; he knew Allāh (ﷻ) would not leave him.

Many people give up in the face of something seemingly impossible. Sometimes, we give up on an individual level: getting married, getting that job we want; sometimes it is on a global level, such as injustice in the Muslim world. The point of the struggle is to realize who is in charge. It is Allāh (ﷻ). Allāh (ﷻ) has told us that He is as His servant’s think of Him. If we think well, then that is what we will find. If we do not, then that is what we will find. Your opinion should be that Allāh (ﷻ) is so Merciful that He will come to your aid.

What happens when we are faced with failure? When one does not get something, even if their intention was for the sake of Allāh (ﷻ), they should not feel disheartened. You have a good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ); “failure” is just a minor setback. You need to be tested to strengthen your resolve. If you do not get that amazing job you want, know that Allāh (ﷻ) has saved something better for you. Only He knows what is best for you.

Think well of Allāh (ﷻ) when you sin

What about when we constantly slip-up and cannot leave a certain sin? For some of us, this makes us give up on ourselves; we believe we don’t deserve any good from Allāh (ﷻ). We have to remember that Allāh (ﷻ) is al-Wadūd (the Most Loving). It is not about deserving. If you thank Allāh (ﷻ), He gives you more. It is not because we deserve more, it is because Allāh (ﷻ) is that Great. He is that Generous. Shayṭtān (the devil) makes us focus on how bad we are in order that we despair of Allāh’s mercy, when the Prophet (ﷺ) taught us:

“All the children of ʾĀdam‎ constantly err, but the best of those who constantly err are those who constantly repent.”

— Sunan Ibn Mājah (4251)

The Prophet (ﷺ) said:

“One of the signs of excellence of one’s worship is thinking well of Allāh (ﷻ).”

— Aḥmad

This does not mean that we should not reflect on our state.

Al-Ḥasan al-Baṣrī – Allāh have mercy upon him – said:

“A true believer is one who thinks well of Allāh (ﷻ) and therefore does good, whereas the disobedient one thinks bad of Allāh (ﷻ) and therefore does bad.”

If we think well of Allāh (ﷻ), no matter how bad we are, we also have hope that we can be better and thus we strive to do good deeds. If we think badly of Allāh (ﷻ), we assume that He will never forgive us nor can He make us better; so we continue to sin. However, we should not make a mockery of this concept and deliberately sin, thinking Allāh (ﷻ) will forgive us anyway. One of the key principles of repentance is regret. If we do not truly regret the sin, and simply ask for forgiveness to have that sin erased, we are paying lip service.

When we do wrong, let us feel guilty, but let us also flee to Allāh (ﷻ). Have a good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ). If you are sincere, He will forgive you. He is that forgiving. He is that Great. He is that Magnanimous. Even when we commit the same sin again and again and again, our good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ) should let us know that as long as we constantly strive against our nafs (lower self) and against that part of us that wants to indulge in that sin, we have already been forgiven. At the end of the day, it is Shayṭtān who wants us to go to hell, not Allāh (ﷻ). Allāh (ﷻ) tells us in the Qurʾān:

وَاللَّهُ يُرِيدُ أَن يَتُوبَ عَلَيْكُمْ وَيُرِيدُ الَّذِينَ يَتَّبِعُونَ الشَّهَوَاتِ أَن تَمِيلُوا مَيْلًا عَظِيمًا

Translation: “Allāh wants to accept your repentance, but those who follow [their] passions want you to digress [into] a great deviation.” — Sūrat an-Nisāʼ (4:27)

Shayṭtān does not just want you to go to hell, but also wants to ensure you live in hell in this world. Just like he despaired, he wants you to despair. Our good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ) should never allow us to do that. Allāh (ﷻ) wants to accept your repentance, because your repenting is recognition of His Name al-Ghaffar (the One who constantly forgives).

Just as the Prophet (ﷺ) told us that Allāh (ﷻ) is too gracious to turn away the hand that asks Him, He is also too Merciful to disappoint you and your good opinion of Him.

Think well of Allāh (ﷻ)  when you are tested

Tests come to us in a myriad of ways. We have already discussed why tests happen in a previous post (x), so I will not discuss it too much here. We should just know that thinking well of Allāh (ﷻ) should make us look beyond the test. This test is something from Allāh (ﷻ), and He wants to teach us, to purify us from sin, to strengthen us, and to bring us closer to Him. We do not have a cruel God; our God is the Most Merciful of those who show Mercy. When we approach our tests with that frame of mind, we cannot but gain from our experience, ʾin shāʾallāh.

So what does it mean to think well of Allāh (ﷻ)?

It means to take that step. When we mess up, even if we messed up in a major way, we return to Him. We return to Him recognizing that what we did was truly horrible, but we ask for His forgiveness because we know He is that forgiving, and that His Mercy encompasses everything. When we mess up again and again, and feel sick of ourselves, we return to Him with a sincere duʿāʾ (supplication) to help us stop, knowing that He will respond. It means having grand hopes and aspirations, and working towards them knowing that Allāh (ﷻ) said:

إِنَّا لَا نُضِيعُ أَجْرَ مَنْ أَحْسَنَ عَمَلًا

Translation: “We will not allow to be lost the reward of any who did well in deeds.” — Sūrat al-Kahf (18:30) 

dystopiansushi  asked:


Commotion in the kitchen during the dark hours of the morning had become more or less of a normal occurrence at the UA dorms– a malfunctioning quirk, the microwave catching on fire, dishes crashing to the floor, small explosions. The usual disturbances.

Even so, it was a relief when nobody had come downstairs to investigate the minor sonic boom that occurred at 3:42 am that Tuesday.

In battle, Bakugo’s reaction time was a force to be reckoned with. This fact, Eijirou discovered, also held true when someone spooks him in the kitchen at 4 in the morning.

Chunks of charred fruit slide down the walls as a series of angry half-whispers fill the otherwise silent room.

It was debatable if all of the insults hurled at him were worthwhile, since Eijirou was still recovering from the shock of what had just happened, while simultaneously trying to remember where he was and how he got there.

Middle of the night, hungry. Kitchen. 



Now there are mango chunks on the wall and I’m sitting on the floor.

…Bakugo likes mangoes?

Bakugo is screaming at me, which is nothing new.

His hair is matted. He must sleep on his right side.

“Oi, sharkface, quit grinning at me like an idiot!”

And I’m grinning at him like an idiot.

The room is silent for a moment until Bakugo heaves a sigh and extends an arm towards the victim of his outburst, offering to help him up.

“Help me clean this up before somebody comes down here and finds us, hair-for-brains.”

Eijirou smiles again. The sleepiness is beginning to seep back into his body, clouding his brain, but he remembers the last thing the thought clearly.

How manly. 

Hey, here’s a fun story from my days as a teenage babby pagan.

The first ancient story that really got under my skin and got me going was actually the Tain, believe it or not.  I feel the strongest connection to Germanic stuff, but Celtic stories have got this glammouring quality, this sense of depth and otherness that really resonates with me.  

One of the characters I latched onto in a big, bad way was the Morrigan; she was something of a minor obsession for a while.  So when I first started looking into other religious paths to take, that was where I headed.

Like most of us I’d grown up Christian, but I discovered polytheism by way of occultism on account of I’d been into a lot of Gnostic asceticism; so when I decided to begin a new spiritual journey I started off with some good ol’ fashioned sleeping on the floor and fasting.  Let me tell you, when you’ve gone seven days consuming nothing but water, a handful of blackberries, and an acorn pie, it produces some remarkably vivid dreams.

On the last night, I had one of those dreams.  I saw myself standing on a wide green field, all shrouded in mist.  Through the mist, I could see that I was surrounded by corpses in varying states of decomposition, all holding long swords and wearing golden crowns.  I couldn’t see very far in any direction, but the air was filled with the sounds of crows.

A human figure started to approach out of the mist, and when it drew near enough I saw that it was a  ♫ ♫ giant woman  ♫ ♫ about three times my height with wild black hair and blood flowing out of her mouth.  She looked down at me, cocked her head to one side, put her hands on her hips, and in the most unnerving and blood-curdling voice I’ve ever heard she said:

“Your interest is very much appreciated, but I’m afraid we’re not taking applications at this time.”

And then I woke up.