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30 Days of Good Deeds for Ramadan
  1. Bake and give food to a neighbour
  2. Donate money to a charity of your choice
  3. Help your parents with some extra house work or chores
  4. Teach something beneficial to a younger sibling or younger family friend
  5. Recite, or listen to, an extra page of Quran today
  6. Donate to a food bank
  7. Choose some of your old toys or clothes that are in good condition, and bring them to a charity shop
  8. Make sure to smile at everyone today! (Smiling is sadaqa)
  9. Make a card or note to tell someone you love and appreciate them
  10. Pick up rubbish from the street and put it into the bin
  11. Look out for someone lonely at school, and make time to talk and play with them
  12. Make dua specially for someone
  13. Go a day without complaining
  14. Let someone go ahead of you in a line
  15. Reuse paper when you’re drawing, make an effort not to waste water when washing, and be sure to recycle any packaging instead of throwing in the bin
  16. Read to a younger sibling or friend
  17. Extra tasbeeh: Say alhamdulillah 100 times, and reflect on blessings in your life that make you say “alhamdulillah”
  18. Visit somebody in hospital
  19. Find opportunities to give genuine compliments throughout the day, and make someone smile
  20. Give salam to as many people as you can today!
  21. Extra tasbeeh: Say subhanallah 100 times, and reflect on the wonderful things in the world that make you say “subhanallah”
  22. Sponsor an orphan
  23. Help parents with laundry
  24. Call grandparents for a chat
  25. Lend books to a friend
  26. Pray in the mosque today
  27. Buy a gift and give it to a loved one
  28. Explain to a non Muslim friend about why we fast during Ramadan
  29. Treat an animal with extra kindness
  30. Make an effort to learn something new today

O Allah, accept from us our good deeds… Ameen

“Did You Just Stab Me?”

Pairing: Bucky X Mutant!Reader

Words: 1685

Warnings: Sort of angsty. I don’t know what to file this under. I guess some humor?

Summary: “Did you just stab me?”

A/N: This is for @bladebarnes 4K celebration Writing Challenge. CONGRATS DARLING :) :) :) Permanent tag list is closed. Sorry! Bucky tag list is nearly closed. Others are still open so let me know if you want to be tagged and what you want to be tagged in HERE (in anything but the permanent tag list).

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No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.
—  ERIN BOW
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Fitzroy  Navy Rhum brand, ‘From Waste to Wasted,’

Washed-up Coca-Cola labels Used for Sustainable Rum Labels !

During January of 2017 the Dutch beaches of the North Sea Islands were being polluted with red Coca-Cola wrappers.

Fitzroy decided to recycle and reuse them to create their own special blend. By melting and pressing waste from the North Sea, they produced bottle caps.

Together with the new flasks which are made of recycled glass from the same watery expanse, Fitzroy created world’s first sustainable liquor packaging.

With the first sustainable rum label, Fitzroy wants to inspire others to think of new options to reuse waste, so we can all contribute in our own way to restoring our environment.

No writing is wasted.
—  Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheesemakers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better. ― Erin Bow
No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.
—  Erin Bow

New text message update!

Noora: How’s it going Vilde

Vilde: Don’t know, I feel empty and Magnus is not answering me

Vilde: i don’t know what i’ll do if he breaks up with me

Eva: You’re not breaking up

Chris: Everything that was posted is fake bs

Eva: What was up with the vomiting video

Vilde: I don’t know don’t remember when it’s from

Chris: it’s from two weeks ago. Don’t you remember? When you were so shitfaced and we tried to make you throw up

Chris: Hahahaha it’s Julian’s toothbrush

Vilde: ha

Chris: You remember it Vilde

Vilde: who was filming chris??

Chris: Don’t remember anyone filming

Noora: but who was in the bathroom

Vilde: Could it have been Lea

Vilde: Think I remember her being in the bathroom

Chris: Ingrid was in the bathroom!

Chris: Or was it olivia

Eva: Shitty girls

Noora: Vilde you are remembering to eat potatoes right?

Chris: Potatoes?

Vilde: yes Noora ❤️

Chris: I’ll take: fries from McDonald’s the day after getting wasted to wash away the guilt ❤️*

Noora: 👍🏼

Eva: Me and Chris are hitting the club now!!! With my OWN ID


* This rhymes in Norwegian, so it sounds a bit better in the original language

anonymous asked:

So I was wondering if you could write a Saeyoung X MC fic about her moving in with him and them experiencing all these first, like going to bed together, eating dinner, waking up in the same bed etc etc. all the fluff and cute stuffs, maybe a little ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) sexy time as well.

This isn’t as fluffly as you probably wanted, but I hope you enjoy this! I love doing insecure Saeyoung, idk why.


Five Years

Your eyes were closed, you didn’t really need to open them since you couldn’t see him with his face buried between your legs under the covers, plus, you could see the entire galaxy with just the sensations he’s been causing you with his skilful tongue, you just needed to focus on the waves of pleasure flooding your whole body. You grabbed the sheets and bit your lip, muffling a moan, and then, finally, you opened your eyes. Only to find a pair of golden satisfied eyes staring at your blushed face.

“You can scream if you want, you know?” Saeyoung said, crawling over you. “I would enjoy a lot…” he kissed you deeply. “Oh, by the way, good morning, roomie!”

“Good morning, roomie.” You giggled, noticing his actual good morning greeting to you didn’t involve words… he just made his way to between your legs and did his magic. “Should I say ‘thank you, roomie’ for this… welcoming greet?”

“You can thank me later.” You knew what this implied, you could see all over his grin, but he was right, this had to wait. It was going to be a busy day for both of you, there was still a lot to unpack.

You don’t really remember when you two decide it was time to move in together. You just caught yourself stuffing one of his cars with a bunch of boxes and next thing you know, here were you. You slept over a few times, you made him breakfast before, and it wasn’t that different now, was that bad? I mean, was it bad how natural everything felt? How it felt like this  was just one of many first nights you’ve been there?

“I’m still working on my device to hack into you, so until then, you have to tell me what you’re thinking…” he said, noticing you were spacing out.

“Is it okay… not to be nervous right now? I mean, are you nervous about… this?”

“Come on, MC, it’s me! I’m always nervous! I almost panicked last night thinking I forgot the box with your stuffed animals… WHICH I didn’t, so don’t need to look at me like that!” yeah, you almost panicked right there too.”But… I’m glad one of us is mature enough to be totally chill about this, maybe I’ll relax soon seeing you relaxed?”

“I hope so.” You smiled, he smiled back, and your eyes were locked. “Saeyoung, turn off the tap, you’re wasting water!” he started washing the dishes again.

And then it began the round 2 of unpacking. Saeyoung was shocked at how many glasses you had, why did you need it so many? He only had a plastic cup for over 3 years! He was also fascinated at the fact you brought almost a library with you! So… many… books! Looks like “The Expert Playboy” would have to get out to make some space for your much more interesting collection.

“Oh hohoho, MC! Look what I found!” he was fidgeting a bunch of photos on his hand and looking at you with a teasing tone. Oh no… “You were on a band?” OH NO!

There were boxes and bubble wrapper everywhere, but neither of you cared about the mess, you were too busy looking at your photos. “So… I gotta ask, which era represents more your career? The… cheerleader phase or… the grunge phase?”

“Bite me!”

“If you insist…” and he actually went to bite your shoulder, you defended yourself shoving the pictures on his face. “Wait, hold on! Who’s that?”

“Who? Oh, this one? He was my boyfriend…” Saeyoung fixed his glasses to look at it better.

“Hmmm… guess you always had a thing for guys with glasses, huh?” you laughed and he smiled softly, but then he got serious of a sudden. “What was him like?”

“He was… really sweet. A little pretentious, but… yeah, he was cool.”

“Why did you break-up?”

“Hum… it was… it didn’t really happen for a reason. We were almost finishing high school, and… I guess we both noticed there wasn’t much of a future for us…” you didn’t like the course of this conversation…

“Future? I’m very nervous about the future, MC…” he was looking down “You,me, Saeran, the RFA… it’s just… What if one day you wake up and realize there’s no much of a future for us?” oh no…

“Saeyoung this is… this is completely different! This was just a high school fling, you are… you are… my soulmate, I loved you from the moment you appeared on my life and I’m even living with you now! I want a future with you so much!”

“You do…? Oh, MC… this is…it’s just everything is terrifying, you know?”

“Of course I do! But you have to be positive about it… think… think about your life, let’s say, 5 years ago, would you ever think that you would be here? With Saeran beside you? And… someone like me to love you the way I do?”

“No…?”

“See? You can’t… predict how is it gonna be, you just have to wait for good things to happen, because they do happen, Saeyoung! I know they do happen for good people! And don’t waste your time trying to convince me you’re not a good person, I know you are!”

He smiled, you could see his eyes were glossy due to some tears fighting to roll down.”I will be happy, right? I will be happy with you and my brother and RFA, and we’re gonna be this big loving twisted family forever, right?”

“Only if you want to…” you hugged him, he cupped your face and planted a passionate kiss on your lips. It wasn’t romantic or lustful, it was just… someone desperate to feel all your love, and did you want to give him.

“So… what did you expect your life to be five years ago?”

“Hmmm… I wanted to be a big hit with my amazing synth album! And… I just wanted to be happy, maybe sharing my life with someone I love and trust, and it would be a bonus if he had red hair and cute glasses. Can you imagine?”

“Oh my! Who could tell you were a psychic? Or… half psychic since the synth album was a flop… wait! So there was a synth phase too? Show me the photos!”

“NEVER!”

“I’ll find them, MC, mark my words!” and he attacked you, tickling your sides “Tell me and I’ll show you mercy, MC!”

You were under him, squirming and tearing between your laughs. You would much rather let him torture you like this than keep seeing him so insecure and afraid. You both had still a long way to go when it comes to his problems, but for now… it was good to laugh and focus on the present.

“What did I tell you? I knew these two were incapable of unpacking everything without getting distracted!”

“Hmph.” You knew those voices.

“Vanderwood! Saeran! Nice to see you, guys!” you greeted them, trying not to show your embarrassment for being caught like that…

“Good to see you again, MC.  I must say I’m disappointed, I had no hopes for him, but you… I thought you were better than… this.” Vanderwood said on a very judgemental way.

“Why would you even think that? Haven’t you know me?” you asked, your answer made even Saeran chuckle a little.

“Alright, you two, quit shitting around! I don’t know if you forget, but this place is mine too, so let’s organize it before the day is over, okay?” both you and Saeyoung squealed a little, Saeran was so cute scolding you. “Stop looking at me like that, you… freak duo!” oh my! Listen to him trying not to cuss you out completely… so adorable!

Vanderwood’s diligence and Saeran’s  complaints made you two finally get back to work, but you kept slacking off as Saeyoung kept hugging you and trying to bite you. So Vanderwood assigned tasks for you two in different areas to keep you two separated.

When the day, and the work, were over, you begged Vanderwood to join you and the twins for some dinner and maybe a movie. Now all four of you were on the couch, Saeyoung was trying to cuddle you, but you were embarrassed doing in front of Saeran and a guest.

“Hey… thanks for what you said early… I’m… I’m not that scared anymore.” Saeyoung whispered.

“You aren’t?”

“No, I mean… I’m just…super excited for all things to come, is it okay to feel like this? Like, I’m so… eager to imagine how my life’s gonna be in 5 years, knowing that… you’ll be here with me” he held your hand. You were so happy you wanted to cry and kiss all over his face.

“Well… I know it’s gonna be amazing, for sure! But for now… I’m just thinking what’s about to happen in 5 minutes…”

“What?”

“Well, I didn’t forget your… warm welcome this morning, so… I’ve been thinking how to repay, because you know… we should share our fairs equally at this house from now on…”

“I couldn’t agree with you more! I really value harmony between parts! Especially my parts…”

“Oh God, that was awful, Saeyoung!” you laughed.

“Yeah, and try to talk lower you two, we’re listening to everything!” Saeran said.

“Sorry, gentlemen. I just remembered we… have to vacuum my bedroom. You know.MC? Because there will be a lot of sucking and blowing?” you didn’t even have time to blush or say anything about his bad puns, he just carried you away, a thud could be heard. 

“Oh no, MC! It looks like you banged your head. Mc, how’s your head?” 

“Well, I’ve never had any complaints!” 

“Hell yeah!”

Vanderwood and Saeran looked at each other.

“Gross” they said at the same time.

Maine eats the veggies Wash doesn’t like off his plate and Wash does the same thing to Maine and it isn’t uncommon for them to just straight up pick food out of each other’s trays without asking and you can’t take that image away from me.

Where’s my drunk York fic where he gets fucking wasted with North and Wash, and then barges in on a meeting The Director is having with important UNSC members and proudly announces and gloats to everyone he’s nailing the Director’s daughter

Ignored - Sam X Reader Request

Request: This is the third one so, sorry. Okay one where the reader and sam are dating, ad some random girl in a bar or something, and the reader gets jealous and sam get all awkward but then he thinks is cute and fluff all u want 💋💕😙😂👌🖖👐

A/N: Thanks for all the requests! Hope you like them :) TW: Swearing.


You swirled your drink around in the bottom of the glass slowly, staring down at the amber liquid, trying to silently communicate that you weren’t up for conversation. It was working so far, and you sat alone on the stool, waiting for Sam and Dean to meet you back at the bar. They had gone to drop all their weapons home after the hunt and left you to save them a table, yet unfortunately, all the booths had been taken by wasted college students or washed up old men. They’d have to settle for the bar instead. The music was blaring a little too loud for your liking, and behind you a mass sweaty of bodies aggressively ‘danced’ to the electro rhythm. You rolled your eyes, and took a sip from your drink. They’d better hurry up.

20 minutes later, you sat at the bar with Sam, Dean already abandoned you to chat up a girl across the room. You sat close to Sam, turning your back to the crowd, and attempted to engage in conversation. After 5 minutes, you established that you could barely hear each other, so you instead took to holding hands under the table and basking in his company. As soon as Dean left with the woman, you could as well. Personally, you longed to be at home, cuddled up with Sam watching Netflix. This wasn’t exactly your scene.

The music was still blasting, and every now and then a stumbling, giggly, young woman would totter up to the bar. Then, another problem arose. An obviously tipsy blonde girl wobbled over, just a little too close to you and Sam. He hadn’t noticed of course, and was taking a sip of his drink. She somehow completely disregarded you, and lent forwards, closer to Sam. He pulled backwards quickly, almost loosing grip on his glass. You turned your head to hide your laugh at his awkward cough.

“Hey handsome, wanna come dance?” She giggled, giving into her stereotype and twirling a strand of her hair. Sam frowned at her, and confidently responded.

“Er, no thanks, the dance floor’s not really my scene. Plus, I’m here with my girlfriend.” He gestured to you with a smile and turned away from the woman, expecting her to give up and walk away. She however, did not give up. Once again ignoring the second part of his sentence, she perched on the stool next to him.

“That’s okay, we can stay here.” You raised your eyebrows, waiting on Sam to tell her to get lost. He stayed silent for a moment, and rage bubbled up inside you. Sam let go of your hand and turned around to face her. “Look, I’m seriously not interested. I’m sure you’re a wonderful person, but you should go find somebody else to flirt with.” Sam replied, growing irritated. She smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder, but made no move to leave your company. You clenched your fist under the table, and spun your stool around. You stepped down onto the marble floor and walked over to the woman on Sam’s other side. She drew her eyes away from Sam momentarily, and scowled at you. That was the last straw. “Excuse me.” You waved your hands in front of her face. “I exist. This is my boyfriend you’re flirting with here, and I’d really appreciate it if you shut your fucking mouth and left him alone.” You snapped. The woman scoffed and stood up abruptly, almost tripping over as she tried to retreat. You laughed as she walked away, bearing resemblance to a flamingo in her stilettos. You turned your attention back to Sam, not bothering to sit down. Sam chuckled and looked up at you incredulously. “What?” You smirked, reaching out a hand. He took it and stood up, intertwining his hand with your own once more. “I’ve never seen that side of you before.” Sam stated, smiling down at you as you led him over to the exit. “If we come here again, you’ll be seeing it a lot more.” You mused. “You haven’t got anything to worry about you know. I love you.” Sam reassured you, reaching out to hold the door open for you. You stepped outside into the considerably cooler night air, and took in the calm silence.

“If you hadn’t been dating me, would you have talked to her?” You asked curiously, looking back at Sam as he shut the heavy door behind him.

“I don’t want to think about a world where I’m not with you.” He frowned lightly.

“Good answer nerd. Love you too.”


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Warm Love

So here’s my first batch of prescribed fluff for all you mellow Omelia lovers out there. Thank’s for the prompt @wonderfully-optimistic, I hope this hits the spot.

Enjoy xxxx

“I did eat some food” Amelia defended herself as they entered through their front door, Owen strolled behind her. They dropped their things by the door, and leant on one another as they kicked their shoes off.

“Was it substantial though?” Owen said, nudging hers and his shoes into a line against the wall. Amelia hummed, sideways glancing at him as she pulled off her jacket.

“Okay, okay…I lied!… I lied” Amelia squealed her last words as Owen slung an arm around her and pulled her down to the couch with him.

“I was just so busy today, My patient was taking her time waking up and I don’t trust the new F1’s enough yet to leave them.” She dropped her head to his shoulder, looking up at him. He sighed and pulled her closer to him.

“You should have paged me, I would have brought you lunch” she hummed and wrapped a leg over his and soothing her hands across the expanse of his chest. “I really just forgot… how long till the food gets here?” she asked, pressing firm, warm kisses to his neck, before letting her eyes slip closed. “Should be here any minute” he sighed, wrapping his arms tighter around her, closing his eyes.

“How is your patient from yesterday? The teenage boy?” she asked, drawing lazy circles over his shoulder. He cleared his throat softly, “He’s good, he stayed overnight and headed home this afternoon”

“He seemed sweet” She tipped her face to meet his eyes. Owen smiled, “He looked a little like Derek did at that age” she continued, he smirked.

“Really?”

“Yeah… I mean, not completely… just… his demeanor I guess”

“Derek was shy? I find that hard to believe” Owen chuckled, running his hand along her thigh. Amelia laughed too, “He was never with me, but I do remember a time where he was shy with new people, a little awkward too” she smiled, eyes alight.

“Were you?” he asked.

“Nah… I wasn’t called hurricane Amelia for nothing…” she mellowed, “I was a mess” she said, disappearing into her head for a moment before smirking. She looked into Owen’s eyes, “I love you” she said. He pursed his lips, perceiving the  mental journey she’d just been on.

“And I love you” he said, pulling her over to straddle him, and then pulling her tight against his chest. She hummed contentedly, tucking her face into the crook of his neck and soaking up his smell.

“I could just sleep now” Amelia spoke languidly. Owen soothingly glided his hands across her back, feeling her limbs slacken around him.

“Need to eat first” he mumbled. She was so warm that he too found himself letting the days exhaustion drive him into a slumber.

In moments their breathing became drawn out and deep, together, embracing in sleep. They shuddered awake when the doorbell rang, momentarily holding each other tighter before Amelia lethargically rolled off of him.

“I’ll get the cutlery” Amelia said, yawning, as she stood.

“Okay” Owen said, heading for the door, “get some plates too”

“Nah, waste of washing up” she droned, disappearing into the kitchen. Owen grinned, he’d known that would be her answer. He shook his head, chortling, “Damn I love her” he muttered, before greeting the delivery man at the door.

Fracture

I tried my hand at fanfic today. I saw this post and couldn’t help myself? @katartstrophe ‘s art was just so phenomenal, and the prompt behind it shook me, how could I not try my hand? also shoutout to @lotus063 for the amazing au wow I hope you don’t mind me writing about it

The prompt is “AU where South gets Epsilon instead” 

which is a sensational au prompt

word count: 1008

I might post more if this gets some positive (or constructive) responses. 
This is my first ever time to post fanfic so please be honest! 

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I can often get emotional as my menstrual cycle comes around, but this one is ridiculous.


I cried reading out the lyrics to a Cold Chisel song which, if you’re not Australian, should never happen unless it’s 3am and you’ve been drinking all day.


I just cried because I felt MILDLY rejected by something that was mostly in MY head and now I’m crying because I wasn’t able to finish my dinner and I waste so much food.


Oh, I forgot that my hair is wet and I thought I was going to be awake and sitting up long enough for it to dry, but then I got tired (from crying) and laid down and I cried because I wasted time washing my hair because if I lay down when it’s wet and it dries against a pillow it always dries early.


It’s salt city right now.