there is a heaven it's keep it a secret


warning:  death, murder, loss mention. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Are you a genius or something? ❜
❛ You look too young to have gotten into medical school. ❜
❛ When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you. ❜
❛ Imagination is more important than knowledge. ❜
❛ Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world. ❜
❛ Your girlfriend thinks you’re going to break up with her.  ❜
❛ I was a little bit of a nerd. Is that so surprising? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s weird that I knew that ballad? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s why I can’t get a date? ❜
❛ We’re looking for a needle in a haystack. ❜
❛ I got a list of things I want to try before it’s too late. ❜
❛ What is food to one, is to others bitter poison. ❜
❛ Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❜
❛ If I told you that, what would I have left for myself? ❜
❛ It is those we live with and love, and should know, who elude us. ❜
❛ What could you possibly learn that you don’t already know? ❜
❛ In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. ❜
❛ I have other options besides shooting a man. ❜
❛ The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children. ❜
❛ Do you ever ask yourself how you make a decision like that? ❜
❛ What’s happened to that boy in the year I stopped looking for him? ❜
❛ I mean, how do you give yourself that kind of permission? ❜
❛ A year ago, I gave up on looking for him – there were so many other kids. ❜
❛ Look, I know this job is important to you, but we’re important, too. ❜
❛ That makes it sound like the bandit’s doing the stripping. ❜
❛ Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it. ❜
❛ You tend to forget, don’t you? ❜
❛ You really are afraid of the dark. ❜
❛ It’s not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it. ❜
❛ It’s not really the kind of thing that happens around here, you know? ❜
❛ Ever talk to someone who wants to continually show you he’s smarter than you?  ❜
❛ If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate. ❜
❛ In order to learn the important lessons in life, one must each day surmount to fear. ❜
❛ What if it’s not? What if next time he kills somebody? ❜
❛ All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That’s in the nature of secrets. ❜
❛ We all have secrets. Would you want us profiling you? ❜
❛ We all have secrets. ❜
❛ You trying to say something to me right now. ❜
❛ Only if you’re hiding something. ❜
❛ Are you saying I had nothing to do with making you who you are? ❜
❛ To get away with murder, you simply don’t tell anyone. ❜
❛ Call me first. I’d love to pick your brains. ❜
❛ My hope is that one day you’ll feel the way I do too. ❜
❛ If I ever find myself feeling the way you do, I’ll kill myself. ❜
❛ Tired of people using religion… to justify the terrible things they do. ❜
❛ Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters. ❜
❛ An earthly kingdom cannot exist without inequality of persons. ❜
❛ It is a wise father who knows his own child. ❜
❛ Within the core of each of us is the child we once were. ❜
❛ If we knew each other’s secrets, what comforts we should find. ❜
❛ There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses. ❜
❛ Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. ❜
❛ I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay. ❜
❛ Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. ❜
❛ Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely. ❜
❛ Delay is the deadliest form of denial. ❜
❛ The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other. ❜
❛ In youth we learn; in age we understand. ❜
❛ Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity. ❜
❛ We all live in a house on fire. No fire department to call, no way out. ❜
❛ Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win. ❜
❛ To lose a child is to lose a piece of yourself. ❜
❛ How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss? ❜
❛ Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what’s happened that day. ❜
❛ There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness. ❜
❛ I’m so sorry for your loss. And if you or your son need anything… ❜
❛ Life is a game; play it. Life is too precious; do not destroy it. ❜
❛ If I am what I have and if I lose what I have, who then am I? ❜
❛ Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive. ❜
❛ We will find you, you sick son of a bitch! ❜
❛ Is that another promise? ❜
❛ Whatever you are, be a good one. ❜
❛ Without heroes, we are all plain people and don’t know how far we can go. ❜
❛ I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. ❜
❛ I can’t talk you out of this. It’s a great life. ❜
❛ There is no such thing as part freedom. ❜
❛ Come near my team and I will end you. ❜
❛ When I let go of what I am I become what I might be. ❜
❛ The grave soul keeps its own secrets and takes its own punishment in silence. ❜
❛ It is not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways. ❜
❛ Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ Bring the past only if you’re going to build from it. ❜
❛ What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do. ❜
❛ Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge. ❜
❛ You may leave school, but it never leaves you. ❜
❛ Everybody wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die. ❜
❛ Three can keep a secret if two are dead. ❜
❛ At the gambling table, there are no fathers or sons. ❜
❛ Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath. ❜
❛ Nothing fixes a thing so intently in the memory as the wish to forget it. ❜
❛ All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. ❜
❛ Death ends a life, not a relationship.  ❜
❛ There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. ❜
❛ The universe doesn’t like secrets; it conspires to reveal the truth to lead you to it. ❜
❛ Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil. ❜
❛ Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. ❜
❛ Forgiveness does not change the past but it does enlarge the future. ❜
❛ A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. ❜
❛ The past is never dead. It’s not even past. ❜
❛ A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. ❜
❛ Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence. ❜


Request: could you do an imagine based on the song friends by ed sheeran? i feel like it could be interesting

Word count: 799

Warnings: Angst?? Definite fluff

I’m sorry its late out, but I have been doing drama performances all week, and school work, whilst coping with serious school drama so you’ll have to forgive me. I should have another request out today! Love y’all, enjoy!

Song: Friends by Ed Sheeran

Originally posted by alienphaan

We’re not, no we’re not friends, nor have we ever been.

We just try to keep those secrets in a lie,

And if they find out, will it all go wrong?

And Heaven knows, no one wants it to.

You sat on your bed and sniff, wiping away tears that have spilled from your eyes. You knew being with Dan would always be difficult due to his fame on the internet, but not that difficult. You had a photo clutched in your hand, memories built around it. You are grinning at the camera, Dan staring at you lovingly, both of you standing next to the Eiffel Tower. You had gone on a trip, Phil coming along to make it seem less suspicious if anyone found out. Your fingers were laced together. Only a few hours after the photo was taken, you shared your first kiss with each other. You wished people could know, that the Phandom knew, but it was too risky.

So I could take the back road

But your eyes will lead me straight back home.

And if you know me like I know you

You should love me, you should know.

You placed down the photo and leaned back, wrapping your arms around yourself like you wished Dan was. You had tried to be ‘just friends’ so many times, even tried not talking to each other at all, but it just didn’t work. You always ended up the same, in his arms, whispering apologies and sweet nothings. God knows, you just had such a deep connection it was impossible not to be together. You knew you probably loved him, truly, and that he probably loved you too.

Friends just sleep in another bed,

And friends don’t treat me like you do.

Well I know that there’s a limit to everything,

But my friends won’t love me like you.

No, my friends won’t love me like you.

You never actually made it official. You were always ‘friends’, but you shared kisses, moments of intimacy, so much love. But obviously, you were only friends, nothing more, nothing less. Anyone else would call you both stupid, it was obvious you couldn’t just stay like this, in a constant circle, that you should just give in and let it happen. You wished you could.

We’re not friends, we could be anything.

If we try to keep those secrets safe.

No one will find out if it all went wrong.

They’ll never know what we’ve been through.

If you tried to be together, it wouldn’t be you or Dan being the problem, it would be in the internet. If anything happened, anything went wrong, anyone found out something, everything would be so much worse than it would be if it was just the two of you. When your love life becomes the worlds too, anything could happen. You must be careful, and you didn’t want to be careful. You wanted to be free with him.

But then again, if we’re not friends,

Someone else might love you too.

And then again, if we’re not friends,

There’d be nothing I could do, and that’s why

You wouldn’t be able to cope with Dan being with someone else, seeing him look at them like he should be looking at you. You didn’t want to let him go, but at the same time you needed to. Either option was terrifying for both of you. You wanted him to carry on loving you, only have eyes for you, but who were you to say otherwise?

Friends should sleep in other beds.

And friends shouldn’t kiss me like you do.

And I know that there’s a limit to everything.

But my friends won’t love me like you.

You jumped as your phone pinged quietly, and you picked it up, spotting the notification: Danisnotonfire tagged you in a photo. You frowned and opened it up, letting out a gasp of shock as you saw the photo. It was another one from Paris – this time you were kissing Dan on the cheek as he smirked at the camera. Another photo was next to it, in a collage style, taken just after the first. This time you were both kissing each other, Dan’s hand brushing your cheek. It was caption with simple but sweet words.

Friends won’t love me like you.

You threw down your phone, running out of your apartment and grabbing a taxi. You sat impatiently in the back, paying and throwing open the door when you arrived. You ran to the door, unlocking it with a spare key you had, slamming it shut and sprinting up the stairs. Dan flew towards you, your lips colliding into a kiss.

No, my friends won’t love me like you do.

Oh, my friends will never love me like you.

Lord of Shadows Review - SPOILERS

Lord of Shadows. FUCK THIS BOOK.

That’s what I said out loud to myself as I finished the final page. What a ride.

What an incredible journey from start to finish. Cassandra Clare is one of those rare creators who just gets better and better with each release. Her writing is top class and it frightens me to think about where she will be in five or six books time.

The basic story of the book is follows. Annabel Blackthorn is bought back to life by Malcolm Fade, who didn’t die in Lady Midnight like we thought, he sacrifices Arthur (RIP) to do this and so he nobly died in place of his family, good for you Arthur.

Annabel has the black book which the Seelie Queen wants for some “unknown” reason, she tasks Julian with getting it for her, and she promises him that she knows a way to break the Parabatai bond so he and Emma can be together. Julian then has to arrange the players into place, have Kieran testify that the Unseelie King is plotting against the Nephilim, and that the Queen has agreed to help them if she gets the book and the Cold Peace is broken. Seems straightforward enough right? Wrong.

Enter my now most hated fictional character of all time, as I like to call her, Zara FUCKING Dearborn, that bitch. She is a racist, big-headed, lying bigot and I can’t wait for her to die.

Zara as well as a group of others make up the Centurions, an elite force of Shadowhunters who study at the academy, they’re supposed to be the best and most skilled for their age, unfortunately, Zara is a big fat liar and makes up all the stories of her heroics, she’s basically a female Gilderoy Lockhart, she gets her Centurion minions to back her up on all her claims. And together with her cronies and her father they make up a group called The Cohort, basically the Nazi’s of the Nephilim world, who want to see a return to Downworlders being treated like crap, and branded with signs, and put on a register, so at this point Zara and her father are like Hitler and Voldemort teaming up together (shivers).

To escape the threat of Malcolm the Blackthorns portal to London (yay), and stay in the institute there, until the very end when they must go to Idris and present Annabel and Kieran to give evidence against Zara and the Unseelie King.

That’s when things turn to shit.

The Cohort arrive and start heckling Annabel, she is given the Mortal Sword so they know she is telling the truth when she reveals Zara is a big phoney. Annabel then goes nuts and kills some people, which I will discuss more later.

Throughout all of this we have Emma and Jules trying to not feel anything for each other, Emma pretends to date Mark so Julian will stop loving her, of course this fails and they end up seeking help from Magnus Bane and the Inquisitor.

We see some older characters appear, Clary confides in Emma that she is having dreams of herself dying, and that she turned down a proposal from Jace because she thinks it will be harder for him if they are married when she dies. Hmm. Her and Jace then go on a secret mission to the Faerie world, we’re not sure what that mission is yet, but I have a pretty good guess.

Now to talk about the individual characters.

Emma, I feel doesn’t get a whole lot of progression in this book, aka she’s still an awesome badass, she manages to kill one of the seven warrior Faeries (I forget what they’re called) which is said to be near impossible, though I feel that has more to do with Cortana than it does Emma, but we will see.

Julian, this guy scares me, he is the perfect liar, I think Kit mentions that Jules would be great as a con-artist, he perfectly slots puzzle pieces into place, he’s a genius, I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him, he’d do anything for his family and for Emma, I will be very interested to see how his arc continues in the next book after what happens at the end of this one.

Mark, sweet, sweet Mark, he pretended to date Emma just so he could curl up on her floor and talk and not feel so alone, someone hug this guy! I feel like him, Kieran and Cristina are headed for a throuple situation, they all seem to gel so well, and I still love how he speaks to people, its hilarious.

Cristina, still a  great character, very caring, and I’d love to see more of her with Jamie and their long friendship with the Fae.

The Twins, Ty is my favorite character in this trilogy HANDS DOWN, he is written SO well, Cassandra has definitely done her research on Autism, I used to know a boy at school who also had it and he acted almost the exact same way, the sensations, the music, its scarily accurate. Livvy, my heart broke, I thought we were headed into a Harry, Ron and Hermione type friendship, sweet, fierce Livvy, rest in peace up in heaven with your parents and uncle.

Dru, this is who I actually thought was going to die, she seemed to be getting neglected right up until she meets Jamie, who is keeping the Seelie Queen’s secret child well….a secret, for reasons unknown, clearly Sebastian is the boy’s father, I won’t go into detail about my big theory surrounding the queen, the boy, Sebastian and Clary’s death as I’ve already made a post about my theories regarding that, but if Cassandra pulls this off, there will be some very upset fans.

I won’t really talk about Tavvy, he doesn’t do much except play with Alec and Magnus’ kids and throw tantrums, he’s seven, I forgive him for that.

Kit goes through so much growth in this book, he is so likeable, he’s our “way in”, the normal one who we can relate to because he grew up in the human world, believing himself to be a mundane. The Herondale is strong in this one, sarcastic, handsome, and grows very close with the twins, he’s going to become Ty’s rock now Livvy is gone, I still can’t work out if they’re going to become lovers (the gay is strong in the Blackthorn family) or just Parabatai.

Diana, “No way” I said out loud when her origin was revealed, she used to be a man, I certainly didn’t see that coming, what a revelation! I really felt for her when she poured her heart out to Gwyn (who is actually a big softie), that’s been her big secret this whole time, I’m sure that bitch Zara will find out and reveal all at some point but Diana is strong, she’ll get through it.

I’d like to point out how seamless it is that the situation Malcolm and Annabel faced with the clave, is almost the same situation as the one Julian and Emma are facing, a forbidden love ruled as wrong by the law. Interesting the parallels we can draw from this. I almost feel like sometimes I’m reading about Incest, because the Parabatai relationship seems to be like siblings, strong, reliable and unconditional, it almost feels wrong reading about it, but its not like Cassandra Clare hasn’t touched on this subject before.

Also, Robert Lightwood was the other big death of the book, Annabel kills him as well as Livvy, she could have just dropped the sword and called it a day, but nope, she has to go bananas, thanks for breaking my heart Annabel, you bitch.


My predictions for the next book. Julian will go batshit crazy on a quest for vengeance, and Emma will be the only one who will help him through that.

Mark, Kieran and Cristina will grow closer and we will learn even more about Cristina’s close ties to the Faerie world.

The Queen will get the book, kill Clary and resurrect Sebastian using her blood. I know his body was burnt but I think there will be a twist, she’ll create a new body or use the child to host his soul.  I detailed this theory more in a previous post, so check out the full details if you’re interested.

I’m pretty sure this ending will lead into a new trilogy, one where we get points of view from all the present characters, the Blackthorns/Carstairs clan as well as the Herondale/Lightwood clan.

Also I think Simon and Isabelle will appear, as they’re really the only two from the original series not to appear in the Dark Artifices yet.

Stunning book, such a shame we have to wait until 2019 to see what happens next!


Eight essential episodes for any early 90s children’s cartoon:

1. The “Say No To Drugs” episode where the censors wouldn’t let us make any reference to what recreational drugs actually are or what they do, so the plot ends up awkwardly skirting around its own ostensible subject matter. Also, the kid peddling the drugs is the only visibly Latino character in the whole show.

2. The “Racism Sucks” episode where the role of black people is played by a vaguely offensive stand-in, like space aliens or sewer mutants or something. The character who ends up being called upon to “break the cycle of hatred” is a member of the oppressed minority, because heaven forfend we imply any sort of personal responsibility on the part of our presumptively white viewers.

3. The “Keeping Secrets Is Bad” episode where the protagonist spends the whole time creeping about like he’s desperately trying to hide a situationally inappropriate erection. The episode tries to frame a moral about the value of honest communication, but completely undermines itself by having the secret turn out to be something really trivial.

4. The “Young Love” episode where we’re not allowed to acknowledge that twelve-year-olds have sex drives, so the male lead’s infatuation plays out as this chaste, courtly thing that our target audience can’t relate to at all. When the object of the protagonist’s affections inevitably proves unreceptive, his decision to respect her refusal is framed as a noble moral sacrifice on his part.

5. The “Stranger Danger” episode that plays out as a bizarre parable about creepy old men lurking in bushes, because acknowledging the fact that virtually all children who are sexually assaulted are victimised by adults they already know and trust didn’t play well with the focus groups. Also, we’re not allowed to even hint at what the creepy old man wants to do, so there’s never any sense that anyone is actually in danger.

6. The “Everybody Get Along” episode where a secondary character attempts to bow out of a group activity that they find difficult or upsetting, and spends the next 22 minutes being relentlessly badgered and humiliated for having the temerity to prioritise their own emotional well-being over the will of the group.

7. The “Disability Is Inspiring” episode where a character who’s in a wheelchair for some unspecified reason teaches the group an important lesson about perseverance in the face of adversity. Though all of the regular cast treat her like an old friend, this is the only episode in which she appears.

8. The “Multiculturalism Yay” episode where the token African-American character saves the day with the Power of Blackness, by which we mean an awkwardly rhymed hip-hop verse written by a middle-aged white guy.

Hey guys I just thought of this really trippy/somewhat angsty AU for Miraculous Ladybug.

Okay what if by some miracle Marinette gives up on Adrien… I know who would?
And takes up on Chat Noir’s offer to date him as Ladybug of course.

So she agrees and it turns out they are match made in heaven.

But they still keep everything secret. They still don’t know their true identities. Even though Chat pushes.

Then when they are Marinette and Adrien. They are content and happy and when some other girl tries to ask Adrien out he says:

“Sorry I have a girlfriend.”

His fan club is instantly crushed and Chole demands to know who she is but Adrien won’t tell. Its his business, no one else’s.

Alya hears this and is worried for Marinette but she states:

“Don’t worry Alya, I’m fine. There is someone in my life.”

Of course Alya is all over this but Marinette won’t talk.

The rumors keep spreading and everyone starts to believe they’re hiding something.

So Adrien and Marinette being somewhat friends. Hey you and I have secret spouses for reasons…. Why not pretend to date each other so everyone would stop pestering us.

This only sends the gossip grapevine into hyperdrive but Adrien and Marinette don’t care as long as they can roam around school without being asked a million questions.

Yet this becomes a strange situation were they are pretend dating and yet actually dating.

Just imagine: telling each other as Marinette and Adrien “ok. Everyone knows we’re going on a date to the movies. Lets split in the theatre and meet up with our real dates.”

Then as Chat and Lady talk about their good friends that are helping cover for each other.

Finally meet back up again as Marinette and Adrien- again not being able to talk about their real bf/gf cause it’s a secret.

Yet their friends would drag them along for group dates and they end up falling for each other.

Yet Marinette would feel guilty towards and Chat and Adrien vice versa.

Oh you just gotta love that love square.

(Above, Unfinished Portrait of Napoleon I by Anne-Louis Girodet)

Despite his own attitude to the substance of the Christian faith, [Napoleon] was in no doubt about its social utility. ‘In religion,’ Napoleon told Roederer, one of the few state councillors allowed into the secret of the negotiations, ‘I do not see the mystery of the Incarnation, but the mystery of the social order. It associates with Heaven an idea of equality that keeps rich men from massacred by the poor…Society is impossible without inequality; inequality intolerable without a code of morality, and a code of morality unacceptable without religion.’ […]This essentially pragmatic view of religion was common among Enlightenment thinkers and writers. Edward Gibbon famous wrote in the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire that ‘The various modes of worship which prevailed in the Roman world were all considered by the people as equally true; by the philosopher as equally false; and by the magistrate as equally useful.’

-Andrew Roberts, Napoleon: A Life

Labors of Love: Cardinal Signs

“If you are a cardinal sign you are destined to earn your bread as a LEADER of thought and action. You will never feel content in a subordinate position carrying out others dreams, unless it’s a stepping stone for your own dreams. Working in an occupation that prevents you from conceiving and exploiting your own ideas could result in physical fatigue, mental tension, and emotional depression, which can eventually lead to chronic illness. All four of the cardinal signs are born to lead or be self-employed.”

Aries:You will be happiest in a position that energizes your enthusiasm in yourself and others. You belong in any endeavor that allows you to attract attention and be recognized, preferably where there’s someone to lovingly protect you form your often misplaced trust, naivete, generosity, and rashness, but not fence you in! You cease to function when you are not totally free and impulsive. Leave the closing of deals and typing up of loose ends to others please dear.

Cancer:You will be happiest in a position that is deep, imaginative, constantly moving, and with an aura of mystery. You need to have some privacy in order to work behind the scenes to accomplish your goals .Your profession must leave lots of room for your vivid imagination to expand and provide plenty of time to travel, with frequent changes of scenery, but you’ll always need a home base. You will be happy when your occupation requires taking customers or clients to breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Working in a field that is associated with food or money is your idea of heaven. You’re also great at mothering or fathering others. Cancer cares and does it the best. You belong in an endeavor where you can keep most of your plans secret until you sense its time to implement them. One that will bring you some public attention.

Libra:You will be happiest in a position that keeps you moving intellectually. You’re an excellent arbitrator and judge of crime/punishment. You need an outlet for all that fairness. You’ll be more fulfilled working in a partnership with someone who is compatible and harmonious. Not another cardinal sign unless you mutually decide at the outset which one of you is to be the leader. If it’s another Libra, the two of you will never decide. You’ll be a blessing in any career that allows you to settle disputes among other, pour oil over troubled waters, and hold discussions/debates, whether you manufacture, sell, or demonstrate cosmetics or shovel manure on a farm.

Capricorn: You will be happiest in a position that is solid, stable, and practical with a firm foundation for growth potential. You’re happier leading behind the scenes in most cases. You were born for an occupation where you can guide and counsel others where you can use your vast storehouse of past experience to enhance your unsuspected perception of the future. Job security is what will always magnetize you toward any occupation. No pie-in-the-sky gambles for you. You’re happy only when you’re involved in a gold-embossed sure thing with the potential of taking you up to the very top of the career mountain, where you’ve been headed since you were 12. There was never any doubt about it.

Excerpt from “Star Signs” by Linda Goodman. Based on Sun signs.

“Lust” by Lady Frieda Harris, commissioned by Aleister Crowley.

Remembering The Red Lady.

Part of the difficulty of talking about details in regards to my first forays into witchcraft is that my records from those times were either badly kept, or completely lost during my first move from my parent’s house into the group home. 

But some things are hard to forget. Witchcraft makes it hard to forget. 

I would like to think that my spiritual initiations into the Craft didn’t start until the summer of 2010 when I performed my first dedication ritual to the compass directions. Make it all nice and neat you know? 

But today I remembered something that occurred before that.

… Or was it the Candlemass after that?

My memories blur around the edges, time is often transient and un-pinnable in the spiritual worlds. 

It started with a Candlemass ritual. 

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25 Days Of Buckymas - #2 - Christmas Party

25 Days of Buckymas - Tony was holding another annual Christmas party, but what you didn’t realise he’d orchestrated the night in hopes that it will end with you and Bucky kissing underneath mistletoe, or leaving early to spend some time together ;)

My Christmas present for argentinemango who is honestly the kindest and loveliest person I’ve ever met

It was Tony’s annual Christmas party again and, as expected, the venue was as extravagant as could be. A giant Christmas tree was placed in the middle of the venue with other gold decorations sprinkled all around the place to make sure that no one forgot that it was Christmas time. All the waiters and waitresses were dressed in a sexier version of the stereotypical Santa Claus outfit. Outfits that you were surprised Pepper had allowed.

Everyone was dressed to the nines, either wearing green, red or something glittery to go along with the sparkly theme that Tony had picked for the decorations. You had gone along with this as well, donning a green evening gown that had glitter thrown around the waist line. It certainly looked like you had dressed to impress, which you had. Specifically for Bucky Barnes who Tony had made sure to tell you would be appearing at the party after learning you had a crush on the super soldier.

When you entered the party your eyes were instantly drawn to Bucky’s seated figure. He was sat in the corner, taking large gulps of the thousand dollar wine. He looked very uncomfortable, especially in the suit Steve had forced him into for the night.

You thought that he looked rather dashing though. He’d obviously shaved but a shadow was already beginning to grow on his jar and he had his long brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. The all black suit he wore fit tightly to his well built figure and just the sight of him had those all too familiar butterflies rushing around madly in your stomach.

“God, will you stop drooling.”

A voice appeared at your side and what they said had you panicking until you realised that it was only Tony. “Sorry,” you quickly muttered, turning away from where Bucky was sat and hoping that the foundation you had on was good enough to hide the blush burning up your face. “This is a great looking party by the way, I love the Christmas tree.”

He looked down at you from above the sunglasses that had slid down to the tip of his nose, and when he crossed his arms across his chest you knew that he was mad at you but for what you couldn’t figure out. A staring match suddenly started, you looking into his eyes and trying to figure out what you’d done, meanwhile he looked down at you and waited for you to realise. Eventually he got tired and made a disgruntled noise, “you’re an hour late.”

“I-I’m sorry?” Even though he’d given you the reason behind his (not uncommon) mood, you still didn’t understand why it was such a inconvenience.

“So you should be,” he replied, suddenly holding out a small gift towards you. “Look okay, everyone here is doing a secret santa and this is a present for you to give to Bucky from you, think you can manage that?” You tried to stutter out your bewildered reply but Tony was quick to interrupt you once more. “Look I don’t have time, you’ve already made me and Pepper late for the party’s schedule. Just go give him the gift when we announce that it’s time.”

Tony dropped the small square box into your hands and left without another word, rushing off before you could ask him any more questions. You stared at the nicely wrapped present which had a red bow on top. Instinct was telling you not to give it to Bucky because knowing Tony it could just be a joke thing and you didn’t want the guy you had a huge crush on hating you because Tony thought he was funny.

It was only a minute after your confusing conversation with Tony when he appeared once again, only this time it was on a stage with Pepper by his side. They did a quick speech where they welcomed everyone for coming to the party, then they talked a little bit about the schedule for the night, and then they got onto the reason behind why Tony had given you a gift for Bucky. It was Pepper who spoke, “as most of you know, we decided that everyone should take part in a  secret santa because we thought it would be a nice ice breaker and get everyone into the Christmas spirit. Now whilst you exchange presents, we will be setting up a surprise so look forward to that.”

You didn’t pay much attention to anything after you heard about the secret santa thing. You realised that this had all been one big set up that you didn’t know if you could trust, and it was only made worse when you noticed Bucky walking and looking directly towards you. When he stopped in front of you, you felt sick begin to climb your throat with anxiety also riding that wave.

“Hi,” you greeted, squeaking out the one syllable word and not daring to say anymore because of the vile in your throat.

“Hey,” he greeted in return, looking nervously from you, to the floor, to the gift in his hand, and then back to you. “I ended up being your secret santa so… here.”

The gift he handed you was badly wrapped so you knew it was genuinely off of him and that alone had you soaring, but the gift inside had you flying all the way up into heaven. It was a scarf. A simple present but it implied that he wanted you to keep warm, meaning that he cared about you. Maybe not in as romantic a way as you cared for him, but in a way that was good enough for you.

“Thank you!” You gushed out, trying on the scarf despite its bright colours not matching the forest green shade of your dress. When you looked back up at him he had a wide smile on his face as he admired how cute you looked with the thick wool wrapped around your neck.

Suddenly you were reminded of the present Tony had given you and a new want to actually give Bucky this mysterious gift grew in you because he’d gotten you something so sweet and you just wanted to give something back. “Here,” you said, nervously handing him the small present and putting a lot of faith in Tony. “I’m your secret santa as well.”

“Thank you,” he says with genuine gratitude laced in his tone and you felt like telling him that he should save giving appreciation for the present until after seeing the gift as it might not end up being that great. The ‘oh my god’ that quietly passed through his lips after seeing whatever was in the box had you visibly wincing.

And just like that, you were a babbling mess. “Look, I know it’s probably a terrible gift, I can take it back if you want and of course I’ll get you something else like maybe a candle or a gun, I don’t know, something you like and is useable-”

“Y/N,” he said your name firmly, silencing you instantly. “Stop panicking. This is… amazing.” He pulled the gift out of the box, revealing an old looking pocket watch and it didn’t take long for you to realise what it actually was.

Not too long ago you’d been conversing with Bucky and Steve about things they missed from the 1940s and this led to a conversation about what Bucky could remember. His memories mostly consisted of moments with Steve, and a pocket watch. It was a pocket watch he’d had from a very young age and one of his most prized possessions, or it had been, before Hydra got to him. You’d asked Tony a couple of days later if he might be able to find it again because you thought that it could be a nice little surprise for Bucky, something he certainly deserved after all the shit he’d gone through.

The prized moment with Bucky was ruined when a sudden bang sounded from somewhere in the venue, frightening you. Though it was more the fact that Bucky had grabbed your arm and pulled you protectively against him that had you yelping, rather than the loud noise. But the next thing you knew, white flakes were beginning to fall from the air above.

It was beautiful. Outdoor snow was beautiful in it’s own right. The outdoors would be covered by the white, looking like an unfinished painting awaiting the painter to return and fill up it’s perfectly white canvas, somehow still managing to look like a masterpiece. But this inside snow had it’s own awe-inspiring beauty. The snowflakes dropped down and landed on your face, softer than the kisses your mother used to plant.

Yet none of that mattered as all you could do was stare up at Bucky’s face, a sight you found to be somehow more appealing than the marvel that was indoor snow. And what had your heart beating a million miles a minute was the fact that he was looking down at you as well.

“Y/N,” he whispered, breathing heavily for some reason. Maybe it was because of the sudden panic caused by the bang that had set off the snow, or maybe it was because of just how close the two of you were.

“Bucky,” you replied, trying to ignore the scent of expensive wine that was being carried with his breath.

He seemed to narrow his eyes slightly as he continued to stare at you for a little while longer, as though he was noticing something he’d never seen before. And he was. He was admiring the shape of your nose, the colour of your eyes, the curve of your lips, and how it all came together to make you a beautiful specimen.

Years after this particular night, you’d regret not having someone take a photo of that moment. Because in that room, with fake snow gracefully dancing it’s way down from the air above, with violinists and harpists playing a jolly tune, Bucky was falling in love with you for the first time.

“Can I take you out to dinner?” His hand which had been holding tightly onto your arm moved down towards your hand, caressing the naked skin on your arm as he moved down, causing goosebumps to appear where he’d touched; and when he enveloped your hand, the sensation had goosebumps appearing over all of your body. “It doesn’t seem right, you getting a lousy scarf when I get this amazing gift. Plus… I’d really like to take you out on a date.”

You knew you had to say yes, but in that perfect moment all you were thinking was ‘thank God for Tony Stark’, words you never thought would be in your mind.

what you need
  • mom: facepalming
  • mom: its just the 7th grade emo phase
  • me: its not a phase... and you'll see it when you believe.
  • me: drops mic backing into darkness dramatically
fic rec friday

Today’s topic: wingfic. I really just l o v e wingfic and I wish there were a million of them. Most wingfic in this fandom seem to be Angelfic so beware of that if it is a problem for you.

Peregrine - M - 6.5k - Aeshna

It was a flattering thought, that he might be the one to have finally called this hawk to his glove, but Erik was ultimately no-one’s to own.

Note: Lovely fic where Erik’s wings are a secondary mutation and are actually connected to his primary mutation. The way Erik’s characterization is shaped by his wings here is really interesting and wonderful.

Ornithologies - M - 63k - tahariels

“How are you?” Charles shifts again, and he must be looking at the wounds because he hisses, sharp and birdlike, and there is a loud flap of feathers in the air that makes Erik want to weep, because Charles is still an angel and Erik is… not.

“Human,” he says, and turns his face away into the rough fabric of the cloak he’s been using as a pillow.

Note: this fic is heartwrenching and amazing and the worldbuilding is phenomenal. I’m a mess whenever I think about it. :D And it has amazing art to go with it.

Wingfic - T - 2k - snapsvisan

Setting: Highway rest stop
Genre: undefined
Trope: Marriage (of arragement, convenience, or necessity)
Prompt: Wings (wingfic)

Note: Short, but packed with feelings and worldbuilding.

Two art-based tumblr fic by theletteraesc below the cut :D

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anonymous asked:

-sings- I'll keep you my dirty little secret~ don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret~ just another regret, hope that you can keep it~ my dirty little secret~ who has to know when we live such fragile lives~ it's the best way we survive~ I go around a time or two~ just to waste my time with you~ tell me all that you throw away~ find out games you don't want to play~ you are the only one that needs to know~ I'll keep you my dirty little secret~

William: I-I must excuse myself. The c-choir organ seems to require some fine polishing at the moment! Oh good heavens..

weather me
  • *rains*
  • me: omgg its raininnnn
  • me: *lowkey cuts holes in umbrella*
  • me: ermagurd so bmthhh yooo
  • me: :-)

anonymous asked:

is it true that Ed Sheeran wrote 'Friends' about harry&louis? cause i remember at one of his shows the crowd was screaming their names before he sang it and he went "it's not what you think. *smiles*...IT COULD BE DEDICATED TO THEM TOO BUT...". Because if it's true...ouch. And also, woaah.

I mean it’s never been confirmed that he wrote it about them but: 

We’re not, no we’re not friends, nor have we ever been.
We just try to keep those secrets in a lie,
And if they find out, will it all go wrong?
And Heaven knows, no one wants it to.

So I could take the back road
But your eyes will lead me straight back home.
And if you know me like I know you
You should love me, you should know.

Friends just sleep in another bed,
And friends don’t treat me like you do.
Well I know that there’s a limit to everything,
But my friends won’t love me like you.
No, my friends won’t love me like you.

We’re not friends, we could be anything.
If we try to keep those secrets safe.
No one will find out if it all went wrong.
They’ll never know what we’ve been through.

So I could take the back road,
But your eyes’ll lead me straight back home.
And if you know me like I know you,
You should love me, you should know.

Friends just sleep in another bed,
And friends don’t treat me like you do.
Well I know that there’s a limit to everything,
But my friends won’t love me like you.
No, my friends won’t love me like you.

But then again, if we’re not friends,
Someone else might love you too.
And then again, if we’re not friends,
There’d be nothing I could do, and that’s why

Friends should sleep in other beds.
And friends shouldn’t kiss me like you do.
And I know that there’s a limit to everything.
But my friends won’t love me like you.
No, my friends won’t love me like you do.
Oh, my friends will never love me like you.

draw what you see

Toby is A theory.

 Bethany is the twin sister of jason,  Mr Hastings and Mrs dilaurentis twins. The little girls hand in the picture is bethany and the story alison told on the first Halloween is true. It’s just that she was playing with bethany (jasons twin not hers, she was jealous of bethany, wanted to be a twin .. and was remembering that moment as if bethany was her twin, it’s 2 pictures of alison around  jason in her bedroom, her wish to be bethanys twin) she goaded bethany to attack her in the kitchen where bethany went nuts and stabbed her … thus getting admitted to Radley.

In Radley, years and lies later, she escapes up on to the roof to meet wilden, Wilden was up there with bethany (having an affair) …he was also the detective in the town and also keeping the secret. Marion is up there admiring the view, thinking clearly how she wanted to live and then sees them. marion cares about bethany and goes in to tell someone but bethany gets upset and struggles with her finally pushing her off, bethany has schizophrenia. That’s why Wilden lies in his report. So that he wasn’t found to be having a relationship with a patient.

Alison crossed toby off her list first if you remember.

Toby got into Radley as E. Lamb .. not to help but to take over the game from mona.

Now she was in Radley, Toby could access her and all the information he needed he must have damming information on the real e.lamb which is why he disappeared. Story yet to be found out. 

When mona leaves Radley she tries to help the liars unaware that Toby is now A … she’s always trying to find out who A is and because she is smart, she figures it out. Toby stole the RV implying that it was A … which it was. Toby took all the information that would lead liars back to him. While he was in monas A team, he was able to gather all the information he needed and to get spencer involved. It wasn’t Radley he had to bring down, it was Mrs dilaurentis and Mr hastings what better way to do it other than their daughter’s for his mother. All the information and all of jenna and toby’s belongs are in their lair.

He’s dating Spencer,  bethany is her half sister. He can find things out about the family after all she’s Mr Hastings daughter too! But he falls in love with spencer. Toby bribes mr hastings by telling him that he knows the secret Radley cover up about his mother and his ‘fragile, crazy daughter. Mr Hastings and mrs dilaurentis orchestrate a settlement from Radley. To hide their secret.

Leaving us thinking that there is nothing more said about Marion. But it’s not the end of that story. It was too neat. Nothing is meat in rosewood.

Mona got too close to the truth and jenna was the one that killed mona.  

Wilden got cece pregnant and wanted to keep that secret. That’s how alison got her kicked out of school. Then cece hated her. Thus working along side Melissa ( also both members of the NAT club)

Mona always thought A was alison because she looks like her. Jenna wanted them to think it was alison. Toby was in London! ? No he wasn’t. He is hiding with jenna.

Jenna knows aria killed shana. Cece and shana are good friends. She’s more than happy to keep tobys secret. She knows bethany was in alisons grave.

Spencer did kill bethany, thinking she was alison. Melissa buried bethany.. believing she was dead to protect spencer. Remember her speech about love? I think she meant it.

Cece saw Melissa burying the still breathing body. Knowing it wasn’t alison, knowing A wanted that privilege. When Jessica said  "never turn your back on a hastings", she didn’t mean spencer she meant Melissa. Melissa is friends with cece .. remember the Cape may trip, Wilden, cece, Melissa and alison, Melissa took the picture. They all wanted to get rid of the alison (the kid who constantly tags along and causes trouble) 

THAT NIGHT Spencer did hit bethany. Melissa buried her alive (technically killing her) cece saw her. Melissa bribed her with what she knew about Wilden. Mrs dilaurentis thought that alison had stayed in.. the phone call was Radley about bethany having escaped. In the window she saw alison, shes smiling at first, relief? She sees Toby hit her with a rock she ran out followed by burying her in shock. Not looking at her face. Toby made her Bury her in her own yard telling her it was her fault he’d killed alison. Making her believe that’s who she was burying. 

He would expose her for his mothers death if she said a word and now because she buried her she would be an accessory to murder. So she keeps quiet, slowly sending her into deep depression. Acting strange. And creepy. 

Mrs dilaurentis and mr hastings’ agreement has nothing to do with A. Its just their secret. 

Mrs dilaurentis found out that alison was actually alive and she didn’t Bury her, thinking she didn’t have to protect Toby anymore, but she knew bethany had escaped that night and was probably there. She didn’t want her getting hurt so she was going to go to the police and tell them. When he stopped her. By burying her. Alive. 

The way her daughter’s were buried.

His mother fell from heaven the devils go to hell.

Toby is now a policeman. Access to files. Alison is back and he can prove she was never kidnapped but he’s not going to make it easy. With mrs dilaurentis dead, we are closer to the truth than ever.

Shana is jenna girlfriend and would do anything for jenna, after she found out what alison and the girls did to jenn, she saw a whole new side of alison and hated her. Her hatred was directed at alison,  in 5.01.

Piage dated shana. Piage left Emily because she couldn’t keep quiet any more and she knew if she opened her mouth or got too close, she too would be killed.

Caleb and Toby have become very close. Caleb is also very 'sketchy boy’ when he returns from ravenswood. A is bribing Caleb with the knife that was found at the scene.

Jason NAT club … (Never liked alison, she was the favourite, he was shunned when she was born, it was always alison and bethany, the perfect girls)

“One of you has been touched by the one alison fears the most” - mrs grunwald  - leading us to believe .. at that time, that it was ezra. Until now … I’ve never suspected Toby. 

A is a teen with a fake ID - That rules out ALL of the adults in rosewood. 

It’s been an interesting write up and I am pretty sure there are a ton of holes in my theory. Please feel free to pick at them and my brain for answers to unmentioned questions. 

Peggy frantically searches the mansion, only to find Angie's room empty. She hears a noise outside. Goes out to find Angie loading various suitcases, bags, and even household appliances into a brand new car.
  • Peggy: Angie, oh thank heavens, there you are. Wait, what are you doing?
  • Angie: Oh hey, sleepyhead. I'm just getting ready for our trip out to the west.
  • Peggy: Oh, Angie, it's not just as simple as a vacation, I might have to actually stay there for a while. My work's going to keep me...
  • Angie: Yeah, yeah, English, your super secret job, I know.
  • Peggy: It's just that, I think it might be safer for you here.
  • Angie: Uh uhh, no deal. I'm going with you. Somebody's got to keep an eye out for you out there.
  • Peggy: It's too dangerous, Angie. Who knows what it will be like when I get there.
  • Angie: Well lucky you'll have me to keep you company then, huh?
  • Peggy: Angie...
  • Angie: ...
  • Angie: I'm. Going. With. You.
  • Peggy: I'm not going to change your mind, am I?
  • Angie: Not a chance, Pegs.
  • Peggy: Very well, when do we leave?
  • Angie: Right now.
  • Peggy: Wait, now?!? Can I least get dressed properly? And my stuff, I need to pack.
  • Angie: Nope. And I already packed everything.
  • Peggy: You were never going to stay, were you?
  • Angie: *smiles* Where you go, I go.
  • *Angie pushes Peggy into the front seat, and starts the engine.*
Secret Saturdays Sentence Meme Episodes 7-12
  • “You know that's not really how sonar works.”
  • “I don't ask questions from the guy with the money.”
  • “Don't! Scratch! The finish!”
  • “I've set traps less obvious than that.”
  • “When I have ever done anything rash or irresponsible?”
  • “I keep a list. It's alphabetized.”
  • “You can tattle or you can come along.”
  • “Betrayal! Chicanery! Heavens, the drama!”
  • “I don't know if I should be impressed or disgusted.”
  • “What kind of evil mastermind do you think I am?”
  • “Can you maybe trust for me, like, five minutes?”
  • “Even your threats have bad science!”
  • “Your mom has bad science.”
  • “You gonna beat up a kid?”
  • “I just can't resist the entertainment value.”
  • “So we're holding a stethoscope up to a volcano to see if it has indigestion.”
  • “Whoa. So it's exploding this time.”
  • “I... don't think that's a man.”
  • “Yeah, see, I would've guessed that when it came out of a volcano.”
  • “Your fancy technology is a hose?”
  • “See, not all science has to be boring.”
  • “It's like swimming through a giant milkshake.”
  • “Every spider I know shoots webs out of it's butt.”
  • “If it helps, I think you won the pointless macho contest.”
  • “It's called improvising.”
  • “Oh, I'm gonna get my money's worth.”
  • “I don't think that's a guy in a rubber suit!”
  • “No one likes a dirty sacrifice.”
  • “Don't freak out, but I think they want the big bird to eat you.”
  • “Just, y'know, shining the head.”
  • “What? You think I make everything up as I go along?”
  • “Actually, I already have a plan. If anyone's interested in that sort of thing.”
  • “So hard to find good childcare these days.”
  • “No unauthorized access. Please stay back, sir.”
  • “You have to admire their determination.”
  • “How are they even that smart?”
  • “So... we're gonna scare the things that have us outnumbered a hundred to one?”
  • “This is my fight too.”
  • “Alright, but so help me, if you shock me again...”
  • “I want my apology back! I'm taking it back!”
  • “Everything is so dramatic with you.”
  • “I really do dislike you.”
  • “Good guys. Bad guys. You always know their next move. Victory goes to the grey men in the middle, because you never know how we'll surprise you.”
  • “I guarantee I can find us some fun in five seconds or less.”
  • “Why would you steal something if you don't know what it is?”
  • “I see it. I like it. I take it. Why is this complicated for you?”
  • “The dragon is still very hungry.”
  • “I should have stolen one of these years ago.”
  • “I can get the notes, but I ain't singing.”
  • “So I know stalactites grow down and stalagmites grow up, but what are they called when they grow sideways?”
  • “Okay, you park WAY worse than you drive.”
  • “Nobody lives forever.”
  • “So tell me again how I'm the reckless one.”
  • “We're debating and discussing.”
  • “It's snowing in my bedroom. How is that my fault?”
  • “Have you ever really tasted hot chocolate? I mean, like, REALLY tasted it?”
  • “We have mini marshmallows?”
  • “It's all simple particle physics.”
  • “I just wanted to hit them in the face.”
  • “Are you disturbed yet?”
  • “Blah blah blah blah. Smart talk science. Pbbbgth.”
  • “Um... right back at 'cha?”
  • “Mm... shiny.”
  • “I don't think you wanna get in the middle of family time.”
The 40 stations on the path of irfan (mysticism)

The 40 stations on the path of irfan (mysticism) according to the 10th century Persian mystic of Nishapur, Khorasan, Sheikh Abū-Sa'īd Abil Khayr:


In the Name of Allah Most Merciful and Compassionate And in him is our refuge.

The Shaikh, the traveler upon the spiritual path, the devotee of God, the king of the saints among those who have inquired into the Truth, Abu Said ibn Abil-Khayr, may Allah illuminate his spirit, has said that the arif must possess forty stations (muqamat) if his march upon the path of Irfan is to be acceptable:

The first station is intention (niyah). The traveler on the path must possess such an intention that if he were to be given this world and its blessings and the other world and its paradise or its calamity and affliction, he would give away this world and its blessings to the infidels, the other world and its paradise to the believers and keep the calamity and affliction for himself.

The second station is conversion (inabat). If he is in spiritual solitude he sees God. Changes in the world do not alter his inner secret and calamities sent by Heaven do not cause the bird of his love to fly away.

The third station is repentance (tawbat). All men repent from what is forbidden and do not eat of the forbidden lest they suffer punishment. They (the urafa) repent from what is lawful and eat what is lawful lest they become afflicted by what is forbidden and doubtful.

The fourth station is discipleship (iradat). All men seek comfort and with it wealth and worldly blessings. They seek affliction and with it dominion and sanctity.

The fifth station is spiritual struggle (mujahabat). People seek to multiply ten to twenty. They try to turn twenty into nothing.

The sixth station is constant attention (muraqabat). Constant attention is to guard one’s soul in spiritual retreat until of necessity the Lord of the Universe preserves one from committing sin.

The seventh station is patience (sabr). If the disaster of the two worlds befalls them they will not so much sigh. And if the love of the people of the worlds descends upon them they will not cease to march on the path of patience.

The eighth station is invocation (dhikr). In their heart they know Him and with their tongue they invoke Him. Whenever they are in an impasse they know no road save which leads to His Presence.

The ninth station is contentment (rida). If they are kept without clothing [by God] they are happy and if they are kept hungry they are happy. Never do they reside in the house of self-will.

The tenth station is opposition to the carnal soul (mukhalafat-i nafs). For seventy years their carnal soul cries in agony with the desire of receiving a single favor and does not receive anything but pain and hardship.

The eleventh station is agreement (muwafaqat). Disaster and well-being, favor and privation are the same for them.

The twelfth station is surrender (taslim). If the arrow of fate faces them from the hiding place of calamity they place themselves in the catapult of surrender and open themselves before the arrow of fate, making their soul and heart a shield before it. In front of the arrow of fate they stand still.

The thirteenth station is confidence (tawakkul). They do not demand anything of creatures nor of God. They worship Him only for Himself. There are no questions or answers exchanged. Consequently the Lord of the Universe enables them to attain the object of their desire when they are in need, and there is no reckoning involved.

The fourteenth station is asceticism (zuhd). From all the wealth of this world they have only a patched cloak of a hundred pieces made of muslin, a mat and a piece of felt. That cloak is a thousand times dearer to them than fine scarlet cloth and sumptuous dress.

The fifteenth station is worship (ibadat). Throughout the day they are occupied with the reading of the Qur'an and the invocation of the Name of God and throughout the night they remain standing on their feet. Their bodies are seeking to be of service, their hearts are exuberant with love of the One, their heads are roaring in quest of the contemplation of the King.

The sixteenth station is abstention (wara). They do not eat of just any food, nor do they wear just any kind of clothing. They do not sit in the company of just any kind of people and they do not choose the companionship of anyone save God, exalted be He.

The seventeenth station is sincerity (ikhlas). Throughout the night they pray and throughout the day they fast. If their carnal soul does not obey and then they observe obedience, they will sell fifty years of obedience for drinking of a sip of water and give those fifty years to a dog or to whomever it might be. Then they will say, “O soul! Dost thou now understand that what thou didst is not becoming of God?”

The eighteenth station is truthfulness (sidq). They do not take a single step without truthfulness and do not breathe a single breath save in truth. Their tongues speak of their hearts and their hearts of their inner secrets and their inner secrets of God.

The nineteenth station is fear (khawf). When they look at His justice they melt in fear, and they have no hope in being obedient [towards God’s commands].

The twentieth station is hope (raja). When they regard His grace they boast in joy, and they have no fear or terror.

The twenty-first station is annihilation (fana). They melt their carnal souls in the crucible of annihilation and become annihilated from all that is below Him. Their tongues do not speak of things of this world. There is nothing upon their tongues save His Name. Their bodies do not move save to obey Him and their minds do not spring into action save for Him.

The twenty-second station is subsistence (baqa). If they look to the right they see God and they look to the left they see God. They see Him in whatever condition they are. They subsist through His subsistence. They are satisfied with what He has ordained for them. They are joyous because of His grace and bounty.

The twenty-third station is the science of certainty (ilim al-yaqin). When they look through the eye of the science of certainty they see from the highest heavens to the lowest level of the earth without any veil.

The twenty-fourth station is the truth of certainty (haqq al-yaqin). When they see through the eye of the truth of certainty they pass beyond all artifacts and creatures and see God without any hows and whys and without any veil.

The twenty-fifth station is gnosis (marifaaht). Through all the creatures of the two worlds and through all people they perceive God, and there is no accusation to be made of their perception.

The twenty-sixth station is effort (jahd). They worship Him in their hearts and in their souls, and there is no doubt in their obedience.

The twenty-seventh station is sanctity (wilayat). This world and the next are not fit to be embraced by their spiritual will, and all of paradise and its bounties are not worth an atom in their eyes.

The twenty-eight station is love (muhabbat). Throughout the whole world they have only one Friend. Their love is one, for both outwardly and inwardly they are with the One. Their bodies melt in joy and their hearts are always happy in the Sacred Presence. They have no thought of children or wife, of the world or of wealth.

The twenty-ninth station is ecstasy (wajd). They are not to be found in the world, nor in the graveyard nor at the Resurrection nor on the straight path (sirat) [bridging over hell and leading to Heaven]. They are in the Most Sublime Presence. Where they reside is only God and them.

The thirtieth station is proximity (qurb). If they say, “0 God! Make all the people of infidelity and rebellion and all the people of polytheism and revolt be forgiven because of us,” the Lord of the Universe will not reject their demand.

The thirty-first station is meditation (tafakkur). Their intimate friend is His Name. Their peace resides in His message.

The thirty-second station is union (wisal). Although their person is in this world, their heart is with the Lord.

The thirty-third station is unveiling (kashf). There is no veil between God and their hearts. If they look below they see as far as the Gaw-mahi [the creature supporting the earth]. And if they look above they will see the Throne and the Pedestal, the Pen and the Guarded Tablet as far as the Sacred Precinct. Nothing is hidden from them.

The thirty-fourth station is service (khidmat). They do not cease to render service for the blinking of an eye. Nor are they for a single moment absent from the presence of the Friend.

The thirty-fifth station is catharsis (tajrid). If they be taken to hell, they say “Greetings!”, and if they be taken to paradise, they say “Greetings!” Neither does paradise cause them joy nor hell fear. They never turn away from His friendship and they possess nothing of all that is in this world.

Thirty-sixth station is aloneness (tafrid). In this world they are strangers among creatures. If they be beaten they will not leave the Path and if they be caressed they will not be fooled.

The thirty-seventh station is expansion (inbisat). They are audacious before God. If the Lord of the Universe sends an angel of death to them at the time of death, they will not obey. Until they hear from the Friend of the world they will not allow their souls to depart. They do not fear Nakir and Munkar and they do not give a thought to the Resurrection. They neither set foot in the Supreme Heaven nor look upon the face of the houris and the heavenly mansions until they have had a vision of the forgiving King.

The thirty-eighth station is the ascertaining of the Truth (tahqiq). They are all in a state of wonder with cries and lamentation. They flee from creatures and hang by the chain of His gate.

The thirty-ninth station is the supreme goal (nihayat). They have reached the inn by the roadside and have cut through the deserts of calamity. With the eye of the heart they have seen God.

The fortieth station is Irfan (mysticism). The arif is he who has become purified of all desire. His inner being is purified from wretchedness. His words are free from inadvertancy, thoughtlessness and calumny. His mind is radiant and his eyes are turned away from the world. He has become instructed with the Truth.

Of these stations, each belongs to a prophet among the prophets - may peace be upon them - the first Adam and the last Muhammad - upon them and upon other prophets and messengers and the angels of proximity be peace. And may God, the Exalted, be satisfied with all the companions of His Prophet. Amen.

[Reference: M. Damadi, Maqaqamat-I abbain-I Abu Said, Maarif-I Islami (Islamic Culture vol.XII, April 1971,pp. 58-62.]