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Thank You Allah!

Thank you Allah for the mind that produced these words.
Thank you Allah, for private thoughts, shared with only You, unheard.

Thank you Allah for gracing me to see another day.
Thank you Allah for blessing me with the ability to say…
“Thank you Allah.”

Thank you Allah for the air I breathe and food I eat.
Thank you Allah for my pain-stricken, but still usable feet.

Thank you Allah for a place I can call home.
Thank you Allah for never leaving me alone.

Thank you Allah for 20/Something vision that allows me to see.
Thank you Allah for quickening me by your awesome command, “Be!”

Thank you Allah for all the blessings great and small.
Thank you Allah for enriching my life with the ability to still shoot, kick and throw a ball.

Thank you Allah for placing faith, however defective, in my heart.
Thank you Allah for blessing me to know where all blessings start.

Thank you Allah for bringing those who love me into my life.
Thank you Allah for a concerned, loving, believing wife.

Thank you Allah for peace of mind and calm of spirit.
Thank you Allah for sending a Messenger with a call, and for my ability to hear it.

Thank you Allah for elevating me though no virtue I possess.
Thank you Allah for removing from me grief, worry, anxiety and stress.

Thank you Allah for friends who have stayed by my side.
Thank you Allah for the strength to withstand the waves of disbelief, rising in our world like a red tide.

Thank you Allah for the gift of gab which allows me to say,
“Thank you Allah, every second, minute and hour of each passing day.”

Thank you Allah! Thank you Allah! Thank you Allah!

—  Imam Zaid Shakir
❀ studyblr introduction ❀

hello!! i’m tingrui, you can call me gladys. i just joined the studyblr community (and also the studygram community - i’m @/tingstudies over there as well).

i’ve been lurking around tumblr and looking at posts of pretty study spaces and notes, and would love to join the community to motivate myself further. i’m starting to upload my own content as well!

some stuff about me

  • female, 19 going on 20, singapore, isfp, slytherin, libra
  • finished a levels and am now in my 2nd year of college
  • national university of singapore, pharmacy
  • i keep a planner / journal + i am a stationery addict
  • i love reading books
  • kpop: shinee, suju, beast, gfriend, etc
  • anime: snk, knb, free!, etc
  • gaming: nintendo, lol, overwatch, llsif, enstars, etc
  • greatest achievement so far: straight As in a levels
  • currently taking these modules: pharmaceutical statistics, pharmacotherapeutics, formulation and technology, human pathology, pharmacy professional skills development + elective (clean energy)

studyblr inspirations (long list)

@studypunked @elkstudies @noarasseo @studydiaryofamedstudent @sarcasticstudies @studeying @universi-tea @revisicn @logarlthms @studyrose @studyrelief @notefying @sushi-studies @ultstudy @sleepy-study @tbhstudying @studypetals @focusign @dangostudy @sweetnstudy @tazstudies @study-bunni @arystudies @ayetstudies @hermionegoals @studyxnight @studyallure @byulstudies @jhonstudies @studyplants @academiix @katsdesk 

i follow back all studyblrs! thank you for reading this post and i hope you have a nice and productive day c’:

holy-smokes-witha-side-of-coke  asked:

Hey mom (am I allowed to call you that? Like does it have to be earned?) My ex girlfriend is being a meany and dissing my squad so can you maybe write like the misadventures of the Schuyler sisters if that's okay with you? Thank you I love your work

Oh bby, I am so sorry to hear that! :( I hope you’re doing okay! <333 And you can call me mom!! This is the last one of the night bc both of them were so long tonight ahhh! I sure hope you enjoy it, tho. We’re gonna use a lil song to structure this fic, I think you’ll catch along pretty quickly ;)))

1. I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich.

Grade School–– Angelica 10, Eliza 9, Peggy 7

“Margarita Schuyler stop that this instant or so help me God!” Angelica hollered.

Peggy was jumping on her bed, belting out an obnoxious pop tune at the top of her lungs. Eliza was curled up on the windowseat, reading as rain drizzled down the glass panes outside. She smiled, bemused by Peggy’s antics.

“I’m gonna tell Mom!” Angelica said, leaping off of her bed.

“Angie, stop!” Eliza said, putting her book down. She studied her sister for a moment before a smile lit up her face. “I have an idea.”

Eliza got up and skipped across the room to their chest full of dress-up clothes. She sifted through it for a moment before flinging gowns in her sisters’ directions. Angie caught hers, while Peggy’s hit her in the face.

“Hey!” she shouted, flopping onto her bed.

“Let’s play pretend,” Eliza, said, her eyes sparkling.

Both Angelica and Peggy were weak in one similar way–– they were weak for doing whatever made Eliza happy, especially since their weakness for her joy never went to her head. They both obliged her request right away.

Eliza had slipped her own puffy blue gown over her everyday clothes and was setting their porcelain tea set out on the table.

Once the other two girls were dressed, Eliza curtsied to them. “Now ladies, let us all take our seats!”

Peggy and Angie curtsied back, giggling as they sat down. Eliza served them their pretend tea, even asking how much sugar? And any cream? before taking her own seat.

“Now,” Peggy said. “What brings us together on this fine day?” She gestured outside to the downpour, causing her sisters to giggle.

“We’re here because I,” Eliza said, placing a hand on her own chest, “am a matchmaker and I am here to make a match for…” she looked back and forth between her sisters for a moment, pretending to deliberate. “For you!” she pointed to Angie.

Angelica gasped in surprise. “For me?” she exclaimed.

“Yes! For you! Now, you must marry just the right person, someone wealthy, because you’re a girl, so you won’t get an inheritance, only a dowry,” Eliza said very seriously.

“What does all of that mean?” Peggy asked, scratching her head.

Angelica laughed. “It’s nothing, Peggy, just antiquated nonsense that Eliza gets from all those books she reads.” Angelica pointed at the book on the window seat.

“What’s antiquated?” Peggy asked, rocking back and forth in her seat, clearly growing bored already.

“It means old,” Angelica said.

“You’re antiquated!” Peggy said with a giggle.

Angelica pretended to be offended. “Margarita Schuyler, you take that back!”

Peggy kept giggling, and giggling, and her sisters joined in. They didn’t stop laughing until they were breathless.

2. He’s after me ‘cause I’m a Schuyler sister

Angelica 14, Eliza 13, Peggy 11

Angelica threw her phone onto her bed. “Ugh,” she sighed, falling next to her phone.

Eliza looked up from her homework, taking in her sister’s defeated demeanor. It was strange not being at the same school as Angelica. Angelica had started high school, leaving Eliza behind, left to complete one more year of middle school.

“Are you okay?” Eliza asked, setting her pencil down atop her math worksheet.

“No,” Angelica said into her pillow.

Eliza got up and sat on the edge of Angelica’s bed. She gently ran a hand through her sister’s hair, which she’d taken to straightening recently. Eliza felt uneasy about it. Angelica never used to alter her hair. Why now? What was so different about high school?

“Do you wanna talk about it?” There’d never been an issue the sisters hadn’t been able to discuss together. Eliza hoped this wouldn’t be the exception.

“There’s this guy,” Angelica said, turning over so she was staring up at the sheer pink canopy above her bed.

“Oh?” Eliza said, crossing her legs and settling in for the story.

“He’s from the south, and he’s so annoying. His parents sent him to school up here to try to ‘refine’ him or something like that, but all I know for sure is that he comes from serious money.”

Eliza rolled her eyes. “And we don’t?”

“I know, I know,” Angelica huffed. “But he acts like it, too. He’s such a… such a jerk!”

“What’s his name?”

“Thomas Jefferson,” Angelica sighed. A different look entered her eyes, a look of… oh.

“You like him,” Eliza said breathlessly.

“No!” Angelica exclaimed, sitting up. She began to fidget with a strand of her flattened hair. “No, of course not. I wouldn’t like such a jerk.” She averted her eyes, looking at her quilt. “Besides, she whispered. “There’s only one reason boys have ever liked me.”

Eliza furrowed her brow. “Because you’re smart and witty and pretty?” she said.

“Ha, no. Because I’m a Schuyler. They know that a marriage to me means serious wealth.” She flopped back onto her bed. “I just want someone to like me for me, you know?”

Eliza nodded her head yes, but in reality, she didn’t know. She wasn’t sure she’d ever even had a crush. But this was important to Angelica, so, for her sister’s sake, she would do her best to understand.

“Someone will,” Eliza said confidently. “They just have to!”

Angelica groaned. “Yeah, but only if one thing happens,” she said, her tone suddenly dark.

“What’s that?” Eliza wasn’t so sure she wanted to know the answer.

Angelica locked her eyes on her sister’s. “Only if nobody knows my name.”

3. I know my sister like I know my own mind…  

Angelica 17, Eliza 16, Peggy 14

The high school’s gym was gussied up with tacky decorations that, somehow, only made it seem sadder than it normally was.

Peggy had her arms crossed, her yellow dress the only cheery thing about her. Angelica, finally a senior, was there because Eliza had begged her.

“It’ll be the only dance the three of us will be at together,” Eliza said the other day. She grabbed Angelica’s hand. “Please?”

Angelica couldn’t say no to Eliza. She’d never known anyone as trusting or as kind.

Eliza was by far the most excited out of the sisters. She’d chosen her baby blue dress with the puffy skirt weeks in advance, and her makeup, done by Angie, flawless. She’d already danced with one of their friends, John Laurens, but Angelica knew who she really had her eye on.

“Angelica Schuyler?” a voice said from behind her.

And there he was. “Alexander,” she said with a smile. “It’s good to see your face.” She rolled her eyes, trying to act cool, but inside her heart was pounding.

“What’re you doing here and not on the dance floor?” he asked. “Even Peggy is out there.” He nodded toward the girl, who was currently dancing horribly off-beat with Lafayette. Angelica made a mental note to thank Laf later for dragging Peggy out there.

“I’m only here for Eliza.” Angelica shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her punch, praying he didn’t notice the tremor in her hands as she brought the cup to her lips.

“Well I’d be happy to share a dance with you,” Alexander said with a little bow. He held his hand out.

She opened her mouth to reply, but then caught sight of her sister, her back turned to her at the moment, her head dipped back in laughter. Eliza had been talking about Alexander nonstop for the past few months. She looked at Alexander’s outstretched hand.

She took a deep breath. “I’m not much of a dancer, but you know who is?” She grabbed his hand–– she couldn’t help indulging herself just a little–– and tried to ignore the sparks that shot throughout her entire body as she led him over to Eliza.

Eliza’s eyes were brighter than Manhattan at night when she saw who Angie had brought over. Alexander glanced at Angelica, and she swore she glimpsed sadness in his eyes for just one second. But that one second was all she needed.

Her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Then, all too quickly, he was extending his hand to Eliza, and Eliza was taking it. He was leading her to the dance floor, and Angelica was standing off to the side, taking in Eliza’s shy smile as she leaned her head on Alex’s shoulder and they swayed to a slow song.

Angelica sighed. She might never be satisfied, but as long as Eliza was happy, that would be enough.

anonymous asked:

Ok but how did they exchange phone numbers for the first time? Did one of them ask the other? Did scott or allison call one of them on the other's phone? So many possibilities (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*: ・゚✧:

Oooo I love it :)

My personal head canon is that Lydia came to see him at his house when she was looking for explanations, to ask him about supernatural stuff. And he answered her as best he could and then, when she was almost out the door, he says, really tentatively “Um. If you want to ask anything else, you can call me. That’s okay.” And she pauses, then nods and turns around and walks up to him and hands him her phone and wordlessly has him put his number into it.

And tbh he doesn’t expect to ever hear from her again but a few days after Jackson leaves for London, she texts him with a question about something. He responds. And then, after a lengthy pause during which he saves her number, tries not to scream, and tries not to stare at his phone like an idiot, Stiles gets another text that says “Starbucks tomorrow. I have questions.”

(She doesn’t have to ask if he has plans because she knows he’ll cancel them for her, like the lovesick bastard he is.)

questions about what language I think/dream in always mess me up now I’m a wreck

anonymous asked:

So u are the Lauren in MORGIO ,was rooting for u to be camz and since Camila is afraid of balls lately I guess she gonna keep off Lauren on Wednesday ,huh?

i can’t believe you called me a bottom

Alive- Chapter one. Ashton Irwin.

“Boys, this is your photographer, Savannah.”

The girl waves slightly at the four boys.

“You can call me Savi, if you’d like.”

She smiles brightly at them. He doesn’t know what it is, maybe the fact that no one could be that happy, or something else, but he could already feel hatred bubbling up in his chest for Savannah. He didn’t understand how she could be so happy, when he was crumbling… Sure the band had just taken off, but he just didn’t feel happy. He just couldn’t find it in himself to be happy.

“And this is Ashton.” Calum finishes.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m sure it is.” Ashton mumbles.

He watches her smile drop, before it is quickly replaced.

“I uh, yeah.”

She stumbles over her words obviously confused by the hatred shoved her way, but she knew, it wasn’t the first time. She run her fingers through her blonde hair.

“Here I’ll show you your bunk.” Calum says standing up.

He walks out of the back room and to wear the four boys sleep.

“This ones yours, that’s mine, there’s Luke’s, Ash’s, and Mike’s.”

“Thank you Calum.”

“You can call me Cal, i-if you want?”

“Is that what you would like?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, thank you Cal.”

Calum nods and runs his fingers through his hair before yawning.

“I think I’m going to crash, night guys.”

“Night.” The three boys call.

“Savannah, can we see some of your work.”

“I um- I doubt you’d be intrested in it.”

Ashton feels suspicion rise at the speed of her response. She sees this but brushes it off.

“Can you tell us anything about yourself?”

“I live a extremely uninteresting life-”

“I’m sure that’s not the case.”

She shrugs.

“How much do you want to know?”

“Siblings?”

“I have a little sister and brother.”

“Parents?”

“My mum died when I was three.”

She lied through her teeth, her mum left four years after having the twins. Saying something about how she couldn’t stand stand another second of innocent the three year old who would soon become a whore, or something rather.

“My dad is my best friend.”

“My dad left when I was two.” Ashton cuts in.

“I’m so sorry-”

“No you’re not.” He snaps.

But she really was, she understood what it’s like to feel unaccepted, unwanted… Unloved.

He stands up and brushed past her knocking her to the floor. She doesn’t react. It’s not the first time it happened. She stands up and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m sorry, he’s not usually like that.”

“No it’s- okay.” She says.

She felt guilt well up in her stomach at how she had already started lying to these boys.

It’s for the best. She reminded herself. You wouldn’t want them to pity you, and you need this for the bills.

She smiles at them and they return it.

Slowly the night drags on and the snores of the boys can be heard through the the curtains, as she sits in the dim lighting with her sketch book an pencils. She heard footsteps as Ashton tried to snatch her camera, see what she was hiding. He slid open her curtain slowly, jumping when she sees her green eyes staring him down.

“What’re you doing?” She muses, a smile of amusement on her face.

He brushes of her question pointing to the drawing of the girl on the paper.

“What’s that?”

He answers her question with one of his own.

She closes the book at once hiding it under her thigh.

“Nothing that concerns you Ashton.”

His eyes narrow at her.

“What is it?”

“Why do you care?”

She counters with a fake smile plastered on her face. He can see right through it.

“You’re fake.”

Her lips twitch at this remark, and her smirks knowing that he’s getting to her.

“No one can possibly be that happy, I can see right through you Savannah.”

“Are you implying that just because everyone gets sad,” she smiles as she reads him like an open book, “That, even I, a little ray of sun cannot be happy?”

“I believe it is.”

“Well the keep it to yourself.”

“Now why would I do that?”

“You have no proof.” She whispers before closing the curtain.

10

Happy National Dog Day! 

Are you looking for your new best friend? The Shenandoah Valley Animal Services Center is currently way past full and many animals are facing euthanasia. We’ve maintained a very great no-kill record so far this year and have not had too euthanize for space yet. We’d like to keep it that way! 

The adoption fees on all pups at the shelter are waived in hopes that we can save some of these precious babies. All dogs will be altered, vaccinated, dewormed, on flea/tick preventive, and microchipped. 

The SVASC often works with out of state adopters, so if you don’t live in Virginia -where the shelter is located- then that’s no problem at all. 

Brief descriptions of these pups are included in the captions on the photos. If you’d like to know more about these pups, or any included on their website you can contact me through Tumblr, email them or give them a call at (540) 943-5142. 

They are open from 11am-6:30pm Wednesday and 11am-4pm Monday-Saturday and are located at 1001 Mt. Torrey Rd. Lyndhurst, VA. 

Please give these sweet pups the second chance they deserve.

short announcement

since I realized I am not a 100% comfortable with having my real name on here & @hoshehe gave me a wonderful middle name since I have been whining about not having one, I will use that from now on (also everyone that knows my real name, of course you can still call me that, but please try to not say in on my blog! thank you <3)
so from this day on I will be calling myself Lien !

Got7 as the things I heard at our meeting
  • Jaebum:I have a cat. A big one who always sheds fur and may have hated me.
  • Mark:*sits through the whole meeting without talking and just happily munching on cookies* oh we’re done? Okay. Bye!
  • Jackson:You guys can call me anything when I am passing by the hall just not ‘psst’ cause I literally wouldn’t know if its me that you’re calling.
  • Jinyoung:oh dear, its raining so hard. Do you guys have your coats and umbrellas?
  • Youngjae:*in response to Jaebum’s cat* Well I have 4 dogs at home who might as well be my kids and I also call them my little monsters. Hunter and Maddie would love to stay outside cause Thunder and Tanner are giving them a hard time and they kept stealing each others food *continues rattling out about his dogs*
  • Bambam:The guy that I like doesn’t even know I exist!
  • Yugyeom:Are we here to have a meeting or just talk about pets and non-existent lovelives??

anonymous asked:

Hey babe sending you the positive vibes (sorry if calling you babe makes you uncomfortable I'll stop if you tell me it does)

you can call me babe! it’s adorable!! and thank youuuu

New to studyblr community! ^^

Hiii I’ve been lurking around the studyblr community for quite some time now and finally decided on starting this blog. You can call me Annie and I’m from Sweden. I’m 18 and in the last year of High School.

In my free time I enjoy reading, learning new random stuff and listening to music. Bangtan has kept me alive and I love them.

Blogs that motivate me;
@hangulstudies @bangtanstudy @getstudyblr @jhonstudies @studytae @sushi-studies @physicstudy @haleystudies @studeity @studysthetics and a lot more! ❤️

I will be posting my own things in a few days, when my classes has started properly.

My mainblog is @blomstrbarn and I’m following from there! ^^
HELP (AND FRIENDS) NEEDED!

Hello, You can call me Oddi if you want. I’m 14 (turning 15 in october) and am Australian (IF YOU SAY ‘G'DAY MATE’ I WILL SCREAM). Looking for someone 14-16 (boys or girls) to help me with something.

Alright so this is a bit different. I am currently in the middle of writing some free verse poetry (that is quite deep), that I would love to publish on wattpad. i need new people to talk to that can be as deep as me and inspire me. Whenever i feel down i always go straight to wattpad and write some poems, helping me cope another day (gosh that sounded cheesy). I want to be able to write about others and maybe even help each other out. We all have dark days. Some of those dark days, we want to stay in the dark and cope alone, but other days, we want someone to help us see the light. I’m not always this deep though, i could be funny and a complete weirdo at times. let’s be each otheres light.

contact me

wattpad and tumblr (maybe even quotev):@odditix

anonymous asked:

You help people find fics? Can I ask you to help me find one? It's called Golden and it's about Jungkook and the reader in the same class and his blog is about music recommendations and it's really popular but no one knows who he is? And the reader thinks it's Taehyung! Btw I really really love your writing too! That cliffhanger from the preview left me almost dead!

thank you for liking fh! but i haven’t read this, anyone know?