the tremendous


 this is loosely based off of ‘Ever Since New York.’ as I said, LOOSELY. send in requests! I will write anything you send in! hope you enjoy!

You had a bad year. And the year wasn’t even over yet. You were 21, but being a bartender was not the ideal lifestyle that you wanted, but it worked. Your parents definitely didn’t want that lifestyle for you either. You weren’t living at home anymore, and hadn’t for a while, but they were always down your back trying to push you to be something that would cause tremendous success for yourself. Get an occupation where you were a lawyer or doctor. That was something you were absolutely not interested in. It was June, and you were looking for an escape from your tired old town. So why not go to the city that never sleeps?

Living in New York had been your dream since you were little. Watching those TV shows where the girl from a small town went to the big city. Where the girl got a crappy job and lived in a crappy apartment that still somehow still cost you $1,500 a month’s rent. You wanted the struggle, which sounds idiotic but thinks worked. You did go from a small town to a big city. You did get the job, but it was actually a good one for you. You did get the crappy apartment, which you had a love/hate relationship with, but the money from the good job wasn’t always enough which led to the struggle. You didn’t enjoy or hate it, but you were happier here. But you had been here for a month, expecting to be so excited and full of life- unlike your time in your hometown- but you still felt alone.

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Originally posted by itsalwayssunnyinaz

Prompt: “Baby, I’m scared.” – “You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here.”

Requested by: @wrasslin-rollins 

Word Count: 400+

Warnings: Cursing, maybe some angst

“Shit,” you said as you stared blankly at the pregnancy test in your hands. It was positive. You and your fiancé had both decided that you both wanted kids, but that you wanted to wait until your careers settled down, considering that you were both experiencing tremendous success in WWE currently, more so Seth than you since you’d been out with a minor knee injury for a few months.

“Y/N, I’m back!” Seth yelled as he entered the house. You quickly wrapped the test in some toilet paper in threw it into the trashcan before making your way out into the living room to greet him.

“Hey, baby,” you said before you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Are you hungry? We have some leftover pizza in the fridge.”

“Yeah, I could eat,” he says as he makes his way into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?”

“Um, no thanks, I ate earlier,” you responded as you went and sat at the table, beginning to twirl your engagement ring on your finger, something you tend to do when you’re nervous.

“How’s your day been, babe?” he asked and you sighed quietly.

“Uneventful,” you answered shortly causing him to frown.

“Well, alright then,” he said as he grabbed his pizza and sat down across from you. “How’s your knee feeling?”

“Not too bad today. How’s yours?”

“Better than ever,” he says and you nod as he begins to eat. You sit in silence for a few minutes until he can’t take it anymore. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.”

“We’ve been together long enough for me to know when there’s something wrong, alright? Just tell me, you know you can tell me anything.”

“I know but…” you trailed off, looking down at your hands. “Baby, I’m scared.”

“You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here. Now please, Y/N, just tell me what’s going on.”

You sighed, looking up at him. “Fine, hold on a second,” you said, standing up and walking into the bathroom to retrieve your pregnancy test from the trash and quickly rinsing it off before walking back out to your fiancé. “Here,” you said holding out the test in front of him. He took it reluctantly, and then looked up at you with wide eyes.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, I’m pregnant, Seth.”

He jumped out of his seat and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “That’s so great!”

You grinned and hugged him back. “Really, you’re not upset?”

“Upset? Why would I be upset? We’re gonna be parents, Y/N!”

“I’m so glad you’re happy. There’s no way that I could do this without you.”

“Hey, I will always be there for you, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And in that moment, you knew that you guys were gonna be okay.

Unexpected (Ethan x Reader)

Requested : Yes, by the wonderful @kissdolan, thank you so much for requesting this

Summary : Ethan is chasing after a beautiful model until he notices her average, photographer friend. 

Word Count : 2665

Warnings : Fluff, very cute Ethan

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The story of how the Mother of Abu Huraira رضي الله عنه became Muslim

What follows is a tremendous example of striving patiently and persistently for the guidance of others, particularly family members, trusting in Allah, making du'a.

Abu Huraira رضي الله عنه stated: “I used to invite my mother to Islam whilst she was a polytheist. One day I was inviting her (giving her da'wah to accept Islam) and she said something to me (in response) regarding the Messenger صلى الله عليه و سلم that I hated. So I came to the Messenger of Allah  صلى الله عليه و سلم weeping (from sadness) and I said, “O Messenger of Allah! Indeed I used to invite my mother to Islam (regularly) and she would refuse, and I invited her (gave her da'wah) today and she said something regarding you that I hated, so make du'a to Allah that He guides the mother of Abu Huraira”.

So the Messenger of Allah صلى الله عليه و سلم said, “O Allah, guide the mother of Abu Huraira”

So I exited happy due to the du'a of the Prophet of Allah صلى الله عليه و سلم (like the one given a glad-tidings). So when I arrived and approached the door, it was actually locked, and my mother heard my footsteps and said, “Remain in your place O Abu Huraira!”, and I heard the sound of water trickling. She made Ghusl and wore her garment and quickly covered her head then opened the door, then she said, “O Abu Huraira! I bear testification that there is no deity worthy of worship in truth except Allah and I bear witness that Mohammad is his servant and Messenger”.

So I returned to the Messenger of Allah صلى الله عليه و سلم and (this time) I was shedding tears from joy and I said, “O Messenger of Allah, glad tidings to you, Allah has answered your du'a and guided the mother of Abu Huraira!” So he صلى الله عليه و سلم praised Allah, and mentioned goodness..“

[Saheeh Muslim: Chapter - The Virtues of Abu Huraira 2491 | Translated by: Abu Muadh Taqweem]

“I have always had tremendous affection for Fred. In a way you could say I loved him, but in the nicest, warmest friendliest way. I had the deepest respect for him professionally, and I think the years of our dancing and acting partnership were a divine blessing.” – Ginger Rogers

 "Ginger was brilliantly effective. She made everything work for her. Actually she made things very fine for both of us and she deserves most of the credit for our success.“ – Fred Astaire

i’m sure i have to cut my parents off completely….which is going to be difficult. not saying i will miss being abused and manipulated but because i will need to grow up tremendously within the next 3 years. i will need to provide for myself, get a apartment, pay bills, get a JOB, like this is going to be extremely difficult.


Back in January of 2016, I sent some fanmail to some guy in a band. A few months later, he ended up closing that address and I soon lost hope in ever getting my album covers back, aha. 

 But today, I woke up to a very unexpected surprise. The angsty 15 year old in me is currently bursting with pure joy. Holy fuck.


P.S. Look at the date on which he sent the letter. Aw. Thank you tremendously, Krist. You’re a sweet man and the world adores you for everything you continue to do for us. I love you.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry but I don't understand what makes the first picture racist would you mind explaining sorry;

the height difference between pharah and mercy really isnt all that big, but a lot of fan art (like the one in that post) exaggerates her features and bulks her up tremendously to the point where her body type looks more like zarya’s. and in comparison, mercy is ALWAYS left super tiny and Pure™ looking. it’s part fetishization and part ‘i can only ever see black women and other dark skinned woc as Intimidating/Rough/Threatening regardless of how the women in question actually look so i will only ever draw them this way while they tower over their pure little white gfs’ 

If I were to write a very short post that made Ben’s argument as well as I understand it, I’d write it as this:

GiveWell is really credible. Why are they credible? They’re good at charity evaluation. How do we know they’re good at charity evaluation? Well, we’re a bit stuck. They’re transparent about how they make their decisions, but most people who trust them don’t actually wade through the spreadsheets. Data on the actual effects of interventions is noisy or not yet available; we know how much GiveWell thinks it’ll cost to save a life by donating to AMF this year, but we don’t know how many lives have been saved by past donations to AMF. 

So GiveWell, and its experimental sibling OpenPhil earned a tremendous amount of trust over the past five years, but the trust mostly isn’t grounded in the demonstrated successes of things they’ve funded. It’s been long enough we can look at track record to check if they’re doing a good job, but we mostly don’t (or we look at track record of communications, track record of recommendations, anything at all but track record of lives saved per dollar and how close their estimates were to getting that right in advance). 

Now they are using their credibility to do lots of things - run EA Funds, where people can have OpenPhil staff make grants with your money. Buy a board seat on OpenAI’s board. There’s no one we’d rather have doing these things than OpenPhil, because they’re very credible. But the credibility still isn’t grounded in the thing we actually want it to be grounded in - their cost-effective estimates turning out correct if we check after the fact - and so their central role in this kind of work isn’t warranted. 

My assessment of OpenPhil is mostly grounded in reading their work, talking to them, talking to people in the fields they analyze, and I think the degree to which I consider them credible is in line with that. So I still disagree with my version of the critique as an argument why I personally shouldn’t trust OpenPhil, though it’s decent as an argument why some people who trust them because their charity recommendations are accurate should give it more thought.


From Instagram:  teyanajoy Got the tremendous pleasure of interviewing​ @frankieromustdie again today in Pittsburgh. Will be posted shortly.

that painful moment when you have coughing fit and your pulled muscle is tightening every time you cough and you can’t breathe properly due to the sharp pain and you just want to stab your neck because you’re in tremendous pain then your coughing subsided and you’re feeling ok and you think you’ve survived until another coughing fit hits you and it’s sharp pain time all over again.