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This is a verse that should terrify all wrongdoers.

This is a verse that should give relief to the oppressed.

This is a reminder that Allah (swt) will never forget all the good you do even when nobody else notices. He will never forget the bad things done to you. He is All Knowing, All Seeing, All Hearing. 

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The Genius of “Alayne II”

Introduction

Exposition is a finely balanced art in storytelling, one which has to be treated with an overabundance of care. Of course, the audience for a story is not going to enter that world already knowing every crumb of expositional material. Not only would such a story be terribly boring, but it would also be devoid of any surprise or depth to characters’ motivations or views.

That said, exposition is so difficult for storytellers precisely because the audience knows it can be painfully unrealistic. No one in real life turns to his or her neighbor and presents an immediately apparent fact, or a fact the intended recipient would be expected to know (need I remind anyone of “I am Obara Sand, daughter of Oberyn Martell” - said to a man who has every reason to know who she is). Done incorrectly, then, exposition breaks the barrier between story and audience; we, the readers or watchers, get the sense that what is told on screen, on stage, or on the page is done only for our benefit. We’re reminded that we’re reading or watching a story, that none of this is really happening. So, if the audience cannot believe that a character in-universe would not know what is being told to him or her, or would not ask about the subject matter at hand, the exposition does not work.

All of the above is preface to discussion of one of my very favorite examples of exposition in ASOIAF: the end of “Alayne II”, A Feast for Crows. The author had a difficult task in front of him: explaining in greater detail Harry the Heir’s connection to House Arryn and his very high place in the succession to rulership of the Vale. Genealogical tables, while (obviously) fascinating to me, hardly make gripping story points, after all, and even the most talented writer would be hard-pressed to turn tracing lordly descent from a great-grandfather to the heir apparent an exciting experience. How boring it might have been to have Harry’s Arryn lineage revealed in some young Princess Victoria-esque way - a ponderous review of a written chart and subsequent declaration that Harry is “closer to the (weirwood) throne than I thought”.

So how did the author solve the problem? By constructing the narrative of Sansa’s Vale arc so that Littlefinger’s exposition at its end not only fulfills  the promise of Harry Hardyng’s importance, but crowns Sansa’s developing political education as well. The manner in which Littlefinger explains who Harry the Heir is fits perfectly with his own character and develops the dynamic of political calculation established in “Alayne I”. In ensuring that the exposition which ends “Alayne II” springs naturally from the personality and development of these two characters, the author dispels the danger which writing exposition poses.

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The Dark Side of the Moon Door

When we last left Alayne Stone in the Vale, we left her on … an almost surprising and positive note. It’s Day 0 of the Tourney she’s put together for the Lord of the Vale; noting that Sweetrobin takes solace in stories of the Winged Knight, Artys Arryn, Sansa concocts her very first “scheme” as a ‘player’ (a term I use loosely); surround the Lord of the Eyrie with his own bodyguard of “Winged Knights” to give him a sense of security. And what better a way to choose these Winged Knights than to make it a spectacle- invite every young, single knight in the Vale to compete for the positions.

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ਪੂਤਾ ਮਾਤਾ ਕੀ ਆਸੀਸ ॥
O son, this is your mother’s hope and prayer

ਨਿਮਖ ਨ ਬਿਸਰਉ ਤੁਮ੍ਹ੍ਹ ਕਉ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਸਦਾ ਭਜਹੁ ਜਗਦੀਸ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥ 


That you may never forget the Lord, Har, Har, even for an instant. May you ever vibrate upon the Lord of the Universe. ||1||Pause||

ਸਤਿਗੁਰੁ ਤੁਮ੍ਹ੍ਹ ਕਉ ਹੋਇ ਦਇਆਲਾ ਸੰਤਸੰਗਿ ਤੇਰੀ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਿ ॥

May the True Guru be kind to you, and may you love the Society of the Saints.
 

ਕਾਪੜੁ ਪਤਿ ਪਰਮੇਸਰੁ ਰਾਖੀ ਭੋਜਨੁ ਕੀਰਤਨੁ ਨੀਤਿ ॥੨॥

May the preservation of your honor by the Transcendent Lord be your clothes, and may the singing of His Praises be your food. ||2||

ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਪੀਵਹੁ ਸਦਾ ਚਿਰੁ ਜੀਵਹੁ ਹਰਿ ਸਿਮਰਤ ਅਨਦ ਅਨੰਤਾ ॥


So drink in forever the Ambrosial Nectar; may you live long, and may the meditative remembrance of the Lord give you infinite delight.

ਰੰਗ ਤਮਾਸਾ ਪੂਰਨ ਆਸਾ ਕਬਹਿ ਨ ਬਿਆਪੈ ਚਿੰਤਾ ॥੩॥


May joy and pleasure be yours; may your hopes be fulfilled, and may you never be troubled by worries. ||3||

tbh out of all four Beatles’ solo careers, George Harrison’s has touched my heart in a sweet way and never failed to lighten up my day when I feel bad. He just had a lot of genuine love to give, and it shone through his music, and his love for it as well as others.

“Holy shit it’s the reader’s birthday!” headcanons

((Cheesy title, I know, don’t judge me. It’s just that it’s my birthday today and I got a little overwhelmed but I hope you enjoy?
WARNING: THIS IS GONNA BE HUGE.))

Bastion
> Definitely one of the first (if not THE first) to remember about your birthday, you’d most probably find him at your door singing “happy birthday to you” in his little beeps and boops and my god isn’t that the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.
> He’d give you lots of cute lil’ flowers as a gift and he’d even let you pet his little bird friend, who’s very much likely gonna spend the entire day on your shoulder chirping cutely. > All his birthday wishes for you are a sequence of cute adorable beeping sounds, of course you don’t understand completely what he wants to say but it’s still the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

D.Va
> I don’t think you understand, she’s been waiting all year for your birthday and now she’s more excited than ever!
> She’ll eagerly take you around or she’ll play videogames with you all day, depending on what you like the most. She wants this to be the most awesome day you’ve ever had!
> You bet your ass she got you your favorite videogame as a gift.

Genji
> Calm on the outside, FREAKING IMPATIENT ON THE INSIDE. And he will be like that until he finds you and gets his chance to wish you a happy birthday.
> He knows and you also know that Zenyatta would definitely scold him for hiding his true emotion and not being at peace, but he just can’t help it. Ninja cyborg low key loves birthdays. And he’s acting adorably flustered, too.
> His gift? Probably a beautiful katana. He’d be more than happy to teach you how to fight with it and the two of you would practice together before any mission.

Hanzo
> Much like his brother he’d seem calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside he’s a MESS. Problem is that some of his eagerness shows, unlike what happens for Genji.
> However he is still very solemn and manages to wish you a happy birthday and give you his gift without getting as overexcited as Junkrat. But maybe blushes a little.
> He gave you a pretty and well decorated bowl full of water with a beautiful koi fish inside. No he totally didn’t decorate the bowl himself what are you talking about

Junkrat
> did someone say birthday??? Oh, it’s YOUR birthday??? THIS CALLS FOR A FIREWORK SHOW!!
> Whatcha mean no fireworks inside the house?
> Okay we’ll just wait for tonight! (He’ll spend the rest of your day eagerly hanging out with you, talking non stop about how tonight he’ll make sure to give you the best fireworks you’ve ever seen. He’s an overexcited lil’ psycho, but that’s why we love him.)

L
úcio
> It’s your birthday?? Oh shit whaddup, what are we waiting for??
> Will throw the best party you’ve ever been in, playing his latest songs exclusively for the occasion, and giving you your favorite band’s best album as a gift.

McCree
> “Howdy birthday girl/boy.”
> Bet ya thought he’d give you a rest from his flirt attempts at least for your birthday. Boy, were you wrong. McCree just has to be a huge tease every single day of the year, your b-day is no exception.
> But he’s actually a pleasing company though, showering you in funny puns and sarcasm and he even got you something!
> …a bottle of bourbon?
> “Ah sorry darl’, my mistake, that’s the gift I got for myself.”
> The actual gift is a little banjo, how cute of him. Get him drunk enough tonight and he’ll definitely can-can for you. But Jesse please put your pants back on your boxers are ridiculous and nobody asked for you to show them off.

Mei
> This smol cutie would be the most excited out of them all, showing herself just as midnight strikes to hug you gently wishing you a good luck.
> Her gift for you is a handmade scarf with your favorite color palette and an embroidered chinese good luck quote on it and she’s just so sweet and shy while handing it to you.
> She made you and ice cream cake shaped like an igloo and my God is it delicious.

Mercy
> Mercy would be the best and sweetest one so far, giving you lots of cuddles and affection and so many cute gifts.
> She even baked you a cake! And she wrote “Alles Gute zum Geburtstag” with icing, she’s just too precious.
> 100% Mom Friend material all day long.

Reaper
> Oh, is it your birthday? Didn’t notice, it’s just a day like the others for the Edge Lord.
> But between me and you, he lied. He would never forget about your birthday and deep inside he gets low key impatient for this day to come.
> When no one’s around would 100% sneak a lil wrapped gift in your hands, not saying anything beside a muttered “happy birthday”.
> Here you go, he bought you an actual Death Note. (I swear to god I have one of those, it’s actually a pretty cool journal the Death Note’s design it’s really cool)

Roadhog
> Would probably stare at you for a long time, not saying a word, and just when you’re feeling the most uncomfortable he’d pull you in for a bear hug.
> Then he’d hand you a cute lil fluffy plushie with a just as cute “happy b-day” card with it.
> He’d also help Junkrat with tonight’s firework because A) the lil psycho is insisting too much it’s getting annoying and he’s giving me a headache, and B) it’s a pretty rad idea it’s been too long since the last fireworks we’ve made.

Tracer
> I dare you to tell me she wouldn’t be the very damn first to know when your birthday is and to wish you a very goddamn happy one.
> At first she’d try to pull a prank on you, teasing you about “forgetting”, but come on Lena seriously?
> “Don’t look at me like that luv, I was just messing with you!”
> She’d be hyped for the rest of the day, hanging out with you all of the time and giving you a nice lil watch as a gift. What a dork.

Zarya
> Bet you didn’t know but MAMA SIBERIAN BEAR REMEMBERS ALL THE MOST IMPORTANT DATES WHICH MEANS YOUR BIRTHDAY HAS TO BE ONE OF THOSE.
> She’ll give you all of the hugs but Zarya please don’t hug so tightly I’m gonna break in half–
> Will make you forgive her with a big polar bear plush (which you’ll put next to the one Roadhog gave you) and traditional russian sweets and eventually vodka.

((I know there are still a few that miss, I promise I’ll add them later. Hope you liked it this far tho!))



anonymous asked:

So I know you've kind of done a bit of it already but in the obi wan and jango fett au can you write anakins reaction to them being together? Pretty please?

The brat has been glaring at him since the moment he arrived on Kamino. And has latched onto Kenobi like a leech, hardly giving the man a moment of peace and alone time since.

The copper haired man doesn’t even seem to have noticed it, busy watching the tubes of his clones in fascinated awe.

At least Skywalker doesn’t mind Boba or the younger clones when they come and catch Obi-Wan’s attention, some of them pulling him away by his hand with obvious awe in their eyes for the older Jedi.

It seems to relax him though he’s wary around the older clones.

But its only Jango he glares at with obvious dislike.

A week of glaring and the blond acting like a possessive dog over a bone was getting to him, especially since he hadn’t had any time alone with Obi-Wan, bar a few seconds where he had managed to pull the other into a hug only to be interrupted by a repentant looking Fives when he noticed they were hugging.

He needed to talk to Obi-Wan about his padawan’s behavior, it was getting on his last kriffing nerve. After asking Plo about where Obi-Wan he headed for the sparring rooms and were about to enter when he heard Skywalker.

“And you were the one who told me not to get attached. Its so obvious that you and that bounty hunter are fuc-”

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan said sternly and Jango stopped, hand resting on the door as he listened. “I told you not to get attached yes, I never told you not to love. There is a difference between loving someone and attached, at least for Jedi’s. And this is very unseemly of you, don’t think I haven’t noticed your behavior young man.”

There was a sulky silence. “…What’s the difference? I don’t see a difference.”

Obi-Wan sighed, a deep, drawn from the stomach sigh. “The difference is that you are allowed to love padawan mine, but you have to remember that the order comes first. Because we are more then just one person, we are a sanctioned order of peacekeepers, oath bound to protect the galaxy.” There was the shift of cloth and Jango could imagine the redhead resting his hands on his taller padawan’s shoulders.  “And sometimes that sucks kriffing bantha balls Anakin.”

There was a choked laugh. “Master.”

“Its the truth. We give up many things as Jedi’s. But we are allowed to love. We love our lineages, our masters, our padawans and our companions. And sometimes we can love someone a bit…differently.”

“You mean like Jango.” Skywalker offered bitterly.

“Do you blame me for finding a bit of happiness Anakin?”

“I-no-no! that’s not…I…”

“Oh Anakin, just because I find someone to care for doesn’t mean I care for you any less. You will always be my first padawan. My first student and dear friend. Never forget that, I will lord it over you that I taught you how to use the Force when you have your own padawans.”

“…He really makes you happy?”

“Happier then I have in a long time. Jango has no responsibilities that would hold him back except for Boba and I welcome Boba into my life too. Perhaps one day I will have to choose between him and the Order but…until that day…I’m content to have him in my life.”

“…I guess I can accept him around…if he makes you happy.”

Jango backed away slowly, staring at the door before smiling a bit.

“Kriffing soft Jedi…” He chuckled quietly to himself, the smile lingering softly on his own lips.

kingburu  asked:

nipollo

“It’s…a…giraffe?”

“It’s a cow.”

“Oh.”

“One of my sacred red cows. So you’d never forget about me." 

Nico glanced from the vaguely shaped thing of fleece and messy stitches in his Lord’s hands to the shining, glowing face of the god holding it. 

"My lord…I could never forget you." 

"Oh, Nico-” Apollo’s voice trilled, eyes filling with (incredibly over dramatic) tears, “That’s so-”

“You’re the god of the sun, so it’s not like I can ignore that. Besides, you never leave me alone.”

“Oh.”

Apollo’s face fell and the silence stretched between them. 

“It’s nice, my lord. Thank you.” The last words were smothered as Apollo embraced him tightly.

“Nico nico~”

Pillowtalk

Request;  imagine in which y.n has a friends with benefits with juice(he is secretly in love with u) one you hear him telling chibs how he feels. but you dont really want to be with him.you have an intensive fight, telling you that he loves you and you telling him that you are confused. you start avoiding him till one night when he comes to your house and making love.you realize you love him*smut, fluffy* 

Warning’ Poorly written smut. 

I have absolutely no clue how to write smut without it being super awkward and super chopped up.So the smut is going to be at a minimum. Enjoy and let me apologize in advance for the horrible writing. 

Originally posted by sandm1827

Laying back on the rather squeaky bed in Juice’s dorm room, you panted softly, a soft giggle leaving your lips as you watched Juice struggle to pull his pants on as he listened to his brothers, well more specifically Tig, imitate your moans on the other side of the door his shit eating laugh breaking in the middle of his teasing. Looking at you with an apologetic look, Juice shook his head. “I’m sorry darling, I’ll be back later.” He said, leaning over the bed, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss before opening the door and running after Tig. 

The two of you had been Friends With Benefits for as long as you could remember. At first the idea felt foreign to you, the idea of fucking your best friend, it felt dirty. Best friends weren’t suppose to feel this way toward each other were they? Then Juice took you on a ride you wold never forget. Lord knows your aching legs would never forget. 

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Getting dressed, you took a deep breath as you walked out of the room and into the ever busy club house, the teasing going on between the brothers causing you to giggle. This was the only place you know of that could have this type of atmosphere, one of loud laughter and happiness, then do a complete 180 turn and be full of anger and pissed off semi-drunk men. “Ok, is there anything in this place that doesn’t have alcohol in it?” You questioned, frowning as you looked through seemingly endless row of bottles, each and everyone of them having something inside that would knock you on your ass for days. “I think they’re should be milk in the kitchen.. Gemma keeps it there so when the grandkiddys come by they’ll have something to drink other than water.” Opie said, chuckling as he watched you leap toward the kitchen. Your happy giggles causing his grin to grow. 

“I don’t know how to tell her Chibby.. I never can find the right moment.”Juice spoke softly as he looked to the older man for help. He had been trying to tell you how much his feelings had changed toward you the last few weeks, but he couldn’t ever do it. Chibs shook his head and took a deep breath. “Are you sure you want to tell her Juicey boy? It may change everything.” He warned, looking at the much younger boy before his eyes looked away from the boy and toward you, your face full of confusion. “You what?” You asked, watching as Juice tuned around, his mouth trying to form the right words. “Your feelings toward me weren’t suppose o change Juice! We’re suppose to fuck then go on with our lives, no strings attached!” You snapped, finding yourself growing angry with the boy.

Staring at you with a wide mouth, Juice shook his head. “Jesus y/n! Why the hell are you snapping at me for! I figured you would want something different seeing how you want me to fuck you in different ways each time we go at it!” He snapped back, the fire igniting in his eyes. He had expected you to act differently than normal, but this, this is not what he was expecting. “You know what y/n, I’m not going to stand here and deal with this shit.” He snapped once more before storming out, leaving you stand there with a bewildered look on your face. 

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It had been a week since you and Juice’s “fight” that held left everyone confused. Including yourself. Had you not been enough just as friends? Had you pushed him the wrong way and made him think you were honestly in love with him? Because your feelings for him had stayed the exact same, you were strictly friends. You had no clue what had changed, but until you knew you stayed as far away as Juice and the club as possible. 

Pulling in front of your home in the garage tow truck, Juice stared at the front door, his mind going crazy with himself as got out and walked toward the front door, his mind trying to tell him to stop. Opening the front door he quickly walked back toward your bedroom, your moans making him smirk. “Missed me did you?” He asked as he opened the door to find you spread across the bed, your hand in an area only he should be pleasuring. Not bothering to sit up, you continued to rub yourself, a soft sweet moan leaving your lips as you watch Juice began to undress himself, his rather large length hardening at the sight you had created. “What do you want Juice.. Can’t you tell I’m busy.” You asked, yourself growing excited as you watched him remove your hand and replace it with with length, a loud moan leaving your lips as he rocked his hips forward. 

“I want you to say it y/n.. Admit it, You fucking love me.” Juice hissed, his hips continually rocking against your own as he looked down at you, the faces you were making causing his smirk to grow. “I’m the only one that can make you feel this good y/n, so why push me away?” He hissed, his hands moving to grip at your hips as his thrusts began to get deeper, along with your moans. 

Chewing on you lip harshly, you shook your head. Who was he to think that after a week you were just going to take him back like that? Letting out a moan, you arched your back slightly, your hands roaming his chest as he spoke his words sending fire through your body. “Fine! I fucking love you Juan Otriz!” You moaned, your world soon spinning as Juice continued to rock your world