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Word of the Day: Rainbow

Spanish: el arco iris
German: der Regenbogen
Frisian: de reinbôge
Catalan: L'arc de Sant Martí / arc del cel
Afrikaans: de reënboog
Zulu: uthingo lwenkosazana
Belarusian: вясёлка
Corsican: L'arcubalenu
Estonian: vikerkaar
Filipino: bahaghari
Finnish: sateenkaari
French: le arc en ciel
Galician: o arco da vella
Haitian Creole: lakansyèl
Hawaiian: anuenue
Hebrew: קשת בענן
Hindi: इंद्रधनुष
Hungarian: szivárvány
Icelandic: regnbogi
Indonesian: pelangi, bianglala, kuwung
Irish: tuar ceatha
Italian: il arcobaleno
Latvian: varavīksne
Lithuanian: vaivorykštė
Maltese: qawsalla
Maori: āniwaniwa
Norwegian: regnbue
Persian: رنگين كمان
Polish: tęcza
Portugese: o arco-íris
Romanian: curcubeu
Russian: радуга
Samoan: nuanua
Serbian, Bosnian, Croatian, Bulgarian: дуга or duga
Sesotho: mookoli
Macedonian: виножито
Slovenian: mavrica
Somali: qaansoroobaad
Sundanese: katumbiri
Swahili: upinde wa mvua
Swedish: regnbåge
Turkish: gökkuşağı
Ukranian: веселка
Welsh: enfys
Yiddish: רעגנ-בויגן
Amharic: ቀስተ ደመና
Yoruba: oṣumare
Albanian: ylber
Armenian: ծիածան
Georgian: ცისარტყელა
Dutch: regenboog
Kazakh: кемпірқосақ
Nepali: इन्द्रेणी
Korean: 무지개

Originally posted by cobaltglow

True-blue

True-blue /troo-bloo/ - unwaveringly loyal or faithful; staunch; unchangingly true.

Natsu’s mouth was watering before he saw the waitresses walking towards him with their arms full of food. His dragon slayer enhanced nose had led him to the best smelling restaurant in Margaret Town, he was sure of it. If there was anything he could trust 100% it was his nose. The waitresses started to place the food in front of him, each waitress giving him a wary look like they weren’t sure such a boy could put down so much food all by himself.

“It’s just going to be you, right?” One of them asked, looking around the restaurant.

Natsu flashed her a wide grin, “Just me!”

 The waitress shook her head as she walked away from the table. It was a good thing they sat him in the secluded corner of the restaurant because things were about to get messy.

Wasting no time, Natsu dug right into the meal meant for a small army. His nose hadn’t disappointed him this time, the food was delicious. He could feel the shocked stares from the restaurant staff as he finished three plates of food within five minutes. They didn’t dare come by and interrupt him to ask him how it was. They’d have to be blind to not tell he wasn’t enjoying it by the way he ate like it was going to be his last meal.

A familiar voice floated through the restaurant causing Natsu to pause mid-bite.

“Gray? The best ice mage in Fiore? You have got to be kidding me. You’re talking to the best ice mage in all of Earthland right now.”

A scowl formed on Natsu’s face as he tried to remember where he’d heard that voice before. No one talked about Gray like that, especially without Gray to defend himself.

Natsu looked around until he spotted a familiar face sitting at the bar. Lyon Vastia. That second rank ice mage was sitting at the bar talking about one of Fairy Tail’s strongest mages. Natsu put down his soup, forgetting his hunger in an instant. In one swift movement, he got up from the table and strode towards where Lyon was seated.

“That stripper would never be able to defeat me in an ice-off. He wouldn’t even come close! He’d have to use ice shell against me to even think of defeating me,” Lyon laughed to his companion.

The blood coursing through Natsu started to boil. No one but Natsu was allowed to talk about Gray like that and that’s because Natsu wasn’t afraid to say it to his face. That was their friendly competition, not cowardly words said behind his back.

“That stripper wouldn’t even have to use both hands to defeat you and send you running back home to your guild,” Natsu growled, startling the ice make mage.

“Natsu!” Lyon chuckled nervously, “Fancy seeing you in Margaret Town. I was just having some friendly banter about our good friend, Gray.”

Natsu narrowed his eyes, “If I remember correctly, it was our good friend Gray who defeated you the last time you two fought. I’d suggest keeping his name out of your mouth if you know what’s good for you.”

Not letting Lyon respond, Natsu turned around and made his way towards the exit. Lyon’s companion snickered as Lyon stared at the retreating Natsu.

“That is one true-blue friend you’ve got, Gray.”


A/N: what, I actually wrote a word of the day??? feels like it’s been ages! anyways, I hope you enjoy this little fic of Natsu being a good guy :) 

Sandhesaro ਸੰਦੇਸਰੋ

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ਦੇਹੁ ਸੰਦੇਸਰੋ ਕਹੀਅਉ ਪ੍ਰਿਅ ਕਹੀਅਉ
dheh sandhesaro kaheeau pira kaheeau ||
Give me a message from my Beloved - tell me, tell me!

ਬਿਸਮੁ ਭਈ ਮੈ ਬਹੁ ਬਿਧਿ ਸੁਨਤੇ ਕਹਹੁ ਸੁਹਾਗਨਿ ਸਹੀਅਉ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ
bisam bhe'ee mai bahu bidhi sunate kahahu suhaagan saheeau ||1|| rahaau ||
I am wonder-struck, hearing the many reports of Him; tell them to me, O my happy sister soul-brides. ||1||Pause||

at some point you have to sit with yourself and learn who you are. you have to take responsibility for the way you’ve been treating yourself and the way you’ve allowed others to break you down. you have to go back to wherever you abandoned your love for self - thinking that someone’s love for you is more important than your own - and pick you back up! you have to ask yourself, “why do I treat others better than I treat my own self?” then you have to accept yourself.. because at the end of the day, the only person who’s forced to deal with the broken pieces of you, is you. don’t fault yourself for any of the past - just accept who you are today. accept your truths, your hurt, and your heart. and finally, you have to love YOU. love every piece of you - and never ever let anyone come in and damage you again. Heal your heart and Protect yourself better.
—  Reyna Biddy
I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.
—  Psalm 27:13 - 14 NIV

a message from women:
do you know what it’s like to be left alone in love?
do you know what it’s like to feel stuck in love?
do you know what it’s like to be too depressed?
do you know what it’s like to have to beg for
forever from a person who neglects your history?
do you what it’s like to lose everything?
do you know what it’s like to feel abandoned?
do you know what it’s like to wait?
do you know that i will never be too near or too far away?
honestly, i’m still waiting for closure.
i still question what this is— or what this was?
because i can’t help but hope
our feelings were mutual.
do you know how it feels to constantly chase
a feeling you’re addicted to?
do you know i’ve got the jones for you.
and an appetite. and a sweet tooth.
do you know i prayed for you?
from night ’til day.
regardless of my better judgement or dismay
time after time after promises
that never seemed impossible or too good to be TRUE.
do you know what it’s like to try
convincing yourself that— this was the truth.
like i was the woman created for you.
do you know how much i’ve craved you?
i’ve searched for you everywhere
in people, in prayer, in psalm.
in different lovers, in god.
and god— i, wish you really knew.
that i’d love you till death,
or that i’d kill for you.
or that i feel you, like soul deep, like
deeper than anyone ever will.
do you know what it’s like to feel dead inside
and see you so alive, still?

but these days i feel alive.
i’ve been able to realize
you just weren’t meant for me.
these days i don’t cry over
spilled milk.
or lost love
or things i have no control of.
these days i just love myself more.
i just know there’s a happily ever after.
these days i just — don’t see it with you.
nothing personal i think i just fell too quick for your potential.
i just wanted you to be the one.
i just thought we made sense
but now i love myself enough to know better..

—  Reyna Biddy

CALLOW - (kal-oh) - adjective

Definition:

  • immature or inexperienced
  • featherless; unfledged (of a bird)

Related forms:

  • noun - callowness

Example sentence:

  • The callow college freshman could always be identified by their ubiquitous lanyards.

Stovenly thinks:

  • 2018 will probably be some kind of eldritch monster
  • 2017 be like ‘so are you’ 
  • then 2018 grabs him with a tentacle:




  • “ Y̸̢̺͈̳͇̤͇̮̗̦̦̯̯̤̹̦͒͂̆̋ͫ́̽̄̐͒̈̈́̀͊̈́́O̵̸̧̢͉̖͙̘̣̼̳̔̉ͮ̄̂̃͐̎́͑̆̆͋̅̈ͣ̋̃̏́U̗̝͔͓̜͇ͦ̓̄̌̒ͬ̂̍ͣ̽ͧ̀̓ͬ̍̕͟͠ ́̑͐ͣ͗͂ͧͭ̉ͦͣ̉̽͢͏̨̨͍̳̦̟̞͉̰̯̙̞Ķ̴̷̬͔̫̟̮͎̻̘̹̯̥̯̙̥͉̺̌̊̏͛ͮ̿͌̽ͮ̍͌ͩ̒̊̔͗͜ͅŇ̷̢̡̥̜̝̱̝̭̪̮̠̈́̈̽ͧ̌̍̐ͫ̂̑ͥ̑ͅO̢ͭ̌̈̅̅̔̅̉̅͋̀͆̽ͬͯͩ͒̽ͫ͟͏̧͔̠̪̪̤̝̬̤͍͚͕̻W̵̢̡͍̠͓̻͕͉̘̅̆̈̎̾͊̍ͤͥ ̸̴̳͖̺̙͎̼͔͙͖͍͖̩͙̘̙̄̈͋̄͗͌̋̃ͥ̀̐̆ͯͩ̓̃ͅŅ̶̯̱̞̖͕̥̠̼̲͙̤̼̫̂ͦ̐̌͆́̊̀͟͞Ơ̵̶̧̬̟̞̪̯̬̘͙ͤ̎̉ͥͩͦͣ͐͟T̷̡̜͔̟̫͖͖̯͙̝̘͖̮͇͈̪̎͋̈ͣͬ͑H̢̫̟̙͍͈͉̟̬̞̘͖̯͉̲ͫ́̎͂̊̓͐͛͆̾͐͆͡Į̻̭̞͚̓ͣ̏͛͑̆̅ͯͮ̀̀͠ͅͅN̵̍̓̏̒̉̈́̇̆̿ͪ͏͢͏̼͎̮̳̗̳͚ͅG̶̨̛̍ͯͤͭ͞͏͓͓̦̰̲̘͙̩̣ “
Saudade

Noun

[soh-dah-duh

1. (in Portuguese folk culture) a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent:
    the theme of saudade in literature and music.

Origin:
Portuguese saudade ultimately derives from Latin sōlitāt-, the stem of sōlitās “loneliness, solitude.” (Latin -l- between vowels is lost in Portuguese; Latin -t- between vowels becomes -d- in Portuguese and Spanish.) The original Old Portuguese form soidade was altered to saudade under the influence of the verb saudar “to salute, greet” (from Latin salūtāre “to keep safe, pay one’s respects”). Saudade entered English in the 20th century.

“… “The Girl From Ipanema” was a potent distillation of the concept of saudade, a feeling of melancholic nostalgia that characterizes so much Brazilian music. … Longing for the unattainable, and an acute sense of the moment’s slipping away: That’s saudade.”
- Stephen Holden, “Brazilian Yearning and Imminent Loss,” New York Times, March 21, 2014