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I just wrapped up another delightful Twitch stream with some of you fine human beings- the result is that Ballaw De Quincewold- Head Hare of the Rambling Rosehip Players from Martin the Warrior is here to put on a show those rotten corsairs won’t forget in a hurry!

I love Redwall and specifically Martin so much- it’s been a blast bringing some of my favorite childhood characters to life. They’ve been living in my head for decades ^_^ 
I’m really excited about how this came out- hope you enjoy it, and come tune in to future streams over at:


Gifts of the Heart

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 960

A/N: Drabble for my SPN Advent Challenge December 23 Prompt Date - Christmas Eve. Castiel and the reader end Christmas Eve with the promise of a fluffy Christmas morning. I’m calling this a sequel to Home is Where the Hearth Is (if you’re wondering where the bunker got a fireplace), but also stands alone.

Castiel watches you from the couch, his affectionate blue gaze glinting in the firelight, candle flames, and colorful glowing string lights warmly illuminating the room as his eyes follow your frantic fidgeting movements. He’s not sitting there being unhelpful while you play Santa and finish piling presents under the gaily lit Christmas tree and stuff the boys’ stockings with treats. No, you both finished these tasks hours ago, but you’re so overexcited about the holiday, about spending it together with everyone cozy and safe in the bunker, that you can’t calm your nerves and enjoy yourself.

You’ve relocated Santa’s plate of cookies and glass of milk six or seven times, sneaking a bite of the mini sugary frosted cakes with each trip round the room to quiet your rumbling tummy and fuel your flurry. You’ve questioned whether it smells enough like Christmas in the place – the fragrances of cool pine, wood smoke, sweet sugarplum, spicy cinnamon and nutmeg thoroughly permeating every molecule of oxygen in the bunker. You’ve stacked and re-stacked the brightly wrapped gifts. You’ve paused to stoke the fire, adding new logs and painstakingly positioning them for the homeliest burn.

The angel sees you take aim at the tree and he marvels at your unyielding Christmas spirit. You appear exhausted, limbs swinging heavily, muscles sore, and yet you persist. Your chest rises and falls in a deep audible sigh and you make a beeline for the needled green boughs, intent on adjusting a crooked ornament you’ve noticed.

Cas leans forward as you pass in front of him, reaching out to gently but firmly snag your wrist.

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#CelebrateMercy -— Rabiʾ al awwal 1438: Never seen anyone comparable to him (ﷺ)

ʾIbrāhīm‎ ibn Muḥammad, who is from the grandchildren of ʿAlī b. Abī Ṭālib reported that when ʿAlī used to describe the Prophet (ﷺ), he would say, “The Messenger of Allāh was neither very tall nor very short, but of a medium stature amongst the people. His hair was neither very curly nor completely straight; rather it was in between these two description.”

He (ﷺ) did not have a fleshy body or a fully round face, his face was slightly round (ﷺ). His skin was colour white with some redness. He had extremely black eyes with long eyelashes (ﷺ). He has large joints and broad shoulders (ﷺ). There was no hair more than normal on his body and he has a thin line of hair running from the chest to his navel (ﷺ). He had think hands and feet (ﷺ). When he walked, he lifted his legs with vigour and his steps were firm and strong as if he was descending down a slope (ﷺ). When he wished to look behind, he would turn his whole body, and not just the face (ﷺ). The Seal of Prophethood was situated between his shoulders (ﷺ). He was the seal of Prophets, and he has the most generous of hearts and the most truthful tongue (ﷺ). He was the most kind-hearted and tolerant person ever (ﷺ). He was the best to spend time with due to his awe-inspiring character and kind treatment; anyone who came across him unexpectedly would become awestruck; and whoever came in close contact with him would love him (ﷺ).

One who describes him can only state, “I have never seen anyone comparable to him (ﷺ).”

Shaykh Ḥamza Yūsuf, “One of things about the ʿulamāʾ they say maḥabba (love) for most human beings arises out of three things. The first is the physical love. You see something beautiful and your heart inclines towards it. So He put the love of beauty in the hearts of human beings. If you see something beautiful, you incline towards it. Your eye delights in it, if you see a human being that is beautiful, you can fall in love, it can happen just from sight. The ʿulamāʾ have maintained the physical description of the Prophet (ﷺ) because that is a level of maḥabba – to actually hear how beautiful he was (ﷺ). He was the most beautiful human being. He was more beautiful than Yūsuf.  One of the gifts of this ummah is that we have an exact description of the Prophet (ﷺ), it is as if you are looking at him (ﷺ). There was a desire to keep the description of the Prophet (ﷺ) so people could have a physical attraction to him as well as the first stage of love.”

Beautiful, Subḥān’Allāh!

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look i know i should improve the amount of effort i put into my celebration banners, but i’ve been using this trashy text format since 1k and now i’m emotionally attached, so i apologise. thanks as always to @anxiouspineapples for letting me use her amazing art for these, i am forever thankful that meg decided to draw annabeth in a banana costume (x).

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Love seeing your blog on my dash XD Your art style is seriously cute






anonymous asked:

i want you to know that you are a human delight and that i totally understand college being difficult but i hope you had a lot of good experiences and made good friends. i genuinely hope you find someone who loves you, you grow into an even better version of yourself, and others accept you for who you are. i hope you have a wonderful break. të dua

The workload was hard but I’m learning so many new skills! I made it through first semester which is the hardest so things are only going to go smoother going forward! I also made so many nice friends at college which is great and its also great coming back home to friends that are so loving! College isn’t my problem I’ve just always been struggling with my body/face image since 9th grade. I always compare myself to guys I see get the most attention but fuck thatttt its so corny and whack. I’m not saying I won’t continue working out or get cosmetic surgery in the future but my physical shell rn is totally fine and itll get where I want it to be in the future. Most importantly I’m healthy I love myself my SOUL because I’m made up of sooooo much love that so many people have given me entire life. 

Watch The Flames Climb Higher

A/N: Okay. So when I originally started writing this, it was October and I was sitting at John Wayne airport in Orange County waiting for a flight, hoping I’d be able to finish it in time for @msgenevieve447’s birthday. Clearly, that didn’t go as planned, but Happy SUPER BELATED Birthday anyway, Jen! You are a delightful human being and a gift to this fandom, and I’m thankful everyday for your friendship, wisdom, sass, and beautiful words :) 

P.S. Hey, remember when I “slyly” asked you how you felt about the sex pollen trope? Har-har! ;)) 

P.P.S. Thank you to all the gals that had their eyes on this and held my hand through the process. You know who you are and you’re all appreciated immensely :D

Without further ado, some porn with a side of canon divergence from the beanstalk adventure in Season 2! Apologies if the cut doesn’t work! Xx

Words: 10,655 | Rating: FP for ‘feels’ and ‘porn’ | ao3: [x]

If this is to end in fire, then we shall burn together

Mulan had warned her, told her right before she’d climbed the beanstalk to be careful with the pouch. She never said what exactly was in it, just that it was filled with a magical powder they would have to get the giant to inhale in order to incapacitate him and buy her and Hook enough time to steal the compass. She made some mention of the effects it would have on non-giants if breathed in, though, telling Emma it would have very different consequences for them; and maybe if Emma hadn’t been so distracted by the mission at hand, by the prospect of finding a way to get herself and Mary Margaret back to Storybrooke, she would have been more diligent about heeding the cautionary statement.

‘Different,’ in Emma’s opinion, was a bit of an understatement, however. Because what Mulan really should have said was that it would make her horny as fuck.

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Anon requested:  “ Can You make imagine where reader is youngest Mikaelson and make friends with Katherina (when she was human and Klaus wanted to sacrifice her) so she gives her some blood and helps her runaway, but Klaus finds out and daggers her?”

Part II is here

“Hello, little one.” you say when you first meet her. Elijah was right, she really is Tatia’s doppleganger. The resemblance makes you feel scared.

“Milady,” she bows down and you help her get up. “My name is Katerina Petrova.”

“Yes, Nik told me about you.” you smile. “How old are you, Katerina?”

“Eighteen.” she answers.

“How beautiful you are.” you comment and she tries to hide her smile. “Don’t hide that sunshine, Katerina, me and my brothers need such a glamour in our lives.”

You ask her about her life in Bulgaria and she tells everything she wants to tell. After some time you two spend together, you actually like her.

“I’m so glad to see you two getting along, sister.” Niklaus says. “She won’t be afraid of us anymore, that’s good, I think.”

“Nik, do you have to?” you ask poorly. “I mean – you are already powerful enough, do you really think we need to sacrifice her?”

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I just want to say I hope you have a wonderful day today, your blog is amazing and I've seen your selfies and you're beautiful. I hope you find 20$ on the ground too

OKAY now that the trash has been taken out (seriously folks, I can throw your posts out all day long so it’s your time to waste) here’s a lovely and thoughtful and kind message from a delightful human being.

Thank you so much rainbowroller, this made me actually smile and was a great antidote to all that other stuff. Keep being lovely, you are appreciated <3 <3 <3

Title: Kiss and Make Up
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 1,225
Characters: George Weasley x Reader, Fred Weasley
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Arguing + a few swear words
Notes: Requested by anon on my old blog.

Originally posted by usagimalin

       You couldn’t even remember what started it. But for the past two weeks, you and George had practically been at each other’s throats. The two of you barely spoke to one another, and when you did, it was nothing but false politeness. You didn’t want to think about how badly your heart hurt, seeing the man who held your heart so angry with you.

       You were a Gryffindor like the twins, and you three did everything together. Being that you were a year younger than them, you didn’t have any classes together, but your time outside of class was always spent with them. Until two weeks ago.

       No matter how hard you tried to remember, you couldn’t recall what had started the bickering. George had done something petty that had pissed you off, and he refused to apologize for it, which only made you more angry. It only escalated from there.

       A few days ago, after a solid week of bickering and making snide remarks toward one another, you both snapped.

       “Why are you acting like such a bitch, Y/N?” George inquired, his voice filled with annoyance. You were sitting in the common room, helping Fred with his homework, acting perfectly normal toward him, but George kept trying to get under your skin. He was sitting across from you and Fred, and he would not stop tapping his pencil, knowing it annoyed you. He also kept hexing your quill so that it wouldn’t write what you wanted it to; instead, it would write something such as “George Weasley is gorgeous,” or “George Weasley is a positively delightful human being.”

       “Me? You think I’m being a bitch? You’re the arsehole who won’t leave me alone,” you said, crossing your arms and glaring at him. You heard Fred give a faint sigh next to you.

       “Yes, you are being a bitch. You have been for the past week. Actually, I think you may have been for your entire life and I just never noticed until recently,” George said, smirking slightly at his revelation, clearly thinking himself to be hilarious.

       “Go to hell, George Weasley. You’re not funny, and you never have been,” you snarled, gathering your books and standing. George stood too, clearly furious at your insult.

       “You’re an absolute bitch, and you always have been. I’m shocked that I was ever friends with you. I’m shocked that you have any friends, actually,” said George, his voice rising with anger.

       “Just go straight to hell, George. Maybe then you’ll leave me alone.”

       “Is that what you want? You want me to leave you alone?” George yelled.

       “It’s what I’ve always wanted; you’re so bloody annoying. You’ve just always been too full of yourself to notice.”

       “Well consider your wish granted, Y/N. I’ll never so much as acknowledge your presence ever again,” George said bitterly, storming off in the direction of the boys’ dormitories.

       “Then I shall consider myself the luckiest person in the world!” you yelled at him, stomping your way up the stairs towards the girls’ dormitories.

       Five days had passed. You and George never even looked at each other- well, not while the other was looking. You would sneak glances at George while he was occupied with something, the pain in your heart growing stronger with each passing day. You felt bad for the things you had said to him, but your guilt lessened when you remembered the things he said to you.

       Little did you know, when you were busy with something, George would gaze over at you, his heart growing heavy when he thought about the things he had said to you. He regretted every word of it, yet at the same time, he was far too stubborn to apologize.

       On the sixth day, Fred had had enough.

       You entered the common room and made your way over to Fred, planning on sitting with him, but you stopped when you saw George next to him. The two of you glared at one another, then you turned and walked off towards your dormitory. Before you reached the steps, you heard Fred snap.


       When you turned, eyes wide, you saw that George was staring up at his brother with the same expression- along with everyone else in the room. Fred had stood, and his hands were in fists at his sides. He yanked his brother up into a standing position and shoved him towards the couch in front of them, and motioned for you to come over, looking infuriated.

       “Sit,” he said sharply, pointing at the couch. You and George shot disgusted looks at one another before sitting on opposite ends of the couch. The two of you crossed your legs and arms, then looked at Fred.

       “This fighting is bullshit, and it’s going to stop right now,” Fred said sternly, sitting down on the couch in front of you and George. “Y/N, you’re my best friend, and George, you’re my brother. You two used to be best friends. Hell, you two used to be practically in love, although neither of you would admit it. So for the love of Merlin, just kiss and make up already!”

       “She started it,” George said at the exact same time you said “He started it.”

       “I don’t give a damn who started it. Just end it,” Fred said earnestly. He then eyed the two of you for a few moments, before standing and walking off towards his dormitory.

       You and George sat in silence for a few minutes, both of you far too prideful to apologize first. You glanced in his direction, and saw that he was already looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Each of you gave a defeated sigh and turned towards each other. You raised one hand and silently counted to three, then you both spoke at the same time.

       “I’m sorry I acted like such a bitch, but you had no right to be so rude to me in the first place,” you said, as George said “I’m sorry I acted like such a prick and I had no right to call you a bitch.”

       Not having expected him to admit that he was wrong, you silently stared at George. He looked away from you and continued.

       “I started acting like an arse because I got angry that you were spending so much time with that brunette boy in your year. You started acting rude back, and eventually I forgot why I had been upset in the first place, but my anger was still there. It just sorta escalated from there,” George confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

       You gawked at him, thinking that what he had just said was perhaps some sort of twisted joke. When you saw how nervous he looked, you realized that he was completely serious. A soft smile found its way to your lips.

       “You idiot,” you said softly. George kept his head down, fully expecting you to unleash a rant upon him. When you scooted closer to him, placed your hand underneath his chin, and gently tilted his head up, he looked at you with wide eyes. “You lovable, gorgeous, incredible idiot.”

       “So you think I’m gorgeous, eh?” George said, wiggling his eyebrows.

       “Don’t ruin it. Just shut up and kiss me.”


I don’t believe in karma anymore. Why? Because bad things happen to good people. Good things happen to good people. Bad things happen to bad people. Good things happen to bad people. Not even bad or good, just maybe people who don’t deserve it. My point is… Things just happen. And they don’t happen to you based on what you’ve done in the past necessarily. And I hate the idea that people are beating themselves up and think they’re an awful person because they get diagnosed with cancer, or get their wallet stolen, or lose a family member, or lose their job, or their house gets robbed or their car window smashed in. You know? You can be such a delightful human being and still have shit stuff happen to you. And you can also be a total asshole and be very lucky. And that’s why I don’t believe in karma. Shit just happens.
—  My 5am thoughts

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Thank you so much to all of my followers! You are a joy to have, and I appreciate every single one of you. To those who’ve stuck with my mess of a blog from the beginning, and to those who recently signed on, this is a wholehearted thank you. Now here is my loveletter to the blogs that make my dash a wonderful place to be. 

My friends: 

These beautiful people have made my tumblr experience a joyous and hilarious one, I couldn’t ask for better people to share it with.

arrows-and-fairytales:  You are such a kind, and giving person. Your writing is flawless, your metas thought provoking, and your messages heart warming.

mangez–moi: I’m so glad I met you, Rita. I absolutely love talking to you, hearing about your day and telling you about mine. Here’s to many more late night (or early Aussie morning) conversations.

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skcolicity: I can’t even begin to describe the divine sanctuary of wonderness that is your blog, so I won’t try. As well as running a brilliant page, you’re also a delightful, supportive, amazing human being. Thank you. 

thatmasquedgirl: Thank you for supporting me through my writing troubles, and writing brilliant material of your own, that always makes me grin with each update. You are truly talented. 

salsalamander: Though we don’t talk much, I love seeing you on my dash, and the conversations we do have are great. Keep doing what you’re doing, because it’s awesome.

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These are the blogs I stalk for hours, fangirl over, and wish I was cool enough to talk to. Thank you for supplying me with an endless stream of Olicity gifs, metas, fics, art, conversations, and general amazingness. 

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