Hijama Cupping Sunnah Days | Dates (Lunar Month) | April (Shawwal) 2024
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”Hijama Sunnah Days – Dates April 2024 – 1445 Shawwal” font_container=”tag:h3|text_align:left” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]April 2024: 17th, 19th and 21st
25th April 2024 – Thursday (After Maghrib Prayer to 10:00 pm Night)
26th April 2024 – Friday (Morning 08:00 am to Maghrib Prayer)
27th April 2024 – Saturday (After Maghrib Prayer to 10:00 pm…
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will definitely went from only hearing metaphors about animals shitting in the woods, to what ever the fuck hannibal was talking about, and given many of will’s responses only answer one part, i’m pretty sure he was also unsure of what the homosexual nonsense hannibal was talking about meant either
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art block and depression beatin my ass right now.
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Rafa and Carlitos are gonna play doubles at the Laver Cup and Rogelio is gonna coach them and be their head cheerleader like the good husband and father he is
In this essay I will-
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Hijama Cupping Sunnah Days | Dates (Lunar Month) | June (Dzul qo'dah) 2022
Hijama Cupping Sunnah Days | Dates (Lunar Month) | June (Dzul qo’dah) 2022
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”Hijama Sunnah Days – Dates June 2022 – 1443 Dzul qo’dah” font_container=”tag:h3|text_align:left” use_theme_fonts=”yes”][vc_column_text]June 2022: 17th, 19th and 21st
16th June 2022 – Thursday (After Maghrib Prayer to 10:00 pm Night)
17th June 2022 – Friday (Morning 08:00 am to Maghrib Prayer)
18th June 2022 – Saturday (After Maghrib Prayer to 10:00 pm…
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darlin being on hour 31 of no sleep and coming home after picking up a shift for milo walking into sams (their) place and when he tries to help by taking their shoes off them getting kicked in the face out of pure instinct. immediately breaking his nose and sending him flat on his ass
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wip wednesday :D
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have a depressing oddly interpreted take on the taint affecting alistair and rowena 😘
The taint came for his hands first.
A side effect of days spent clutching a sword and shield no doubt. His veins went fast, running black and blue overnight. He didn't like looking at them, but Rowena traced them over every night. Hardened bones were next. Protruding metacarpals and thinned knuckles and a noticeable creak in the mornings. Then the pain began. The ache. Days where his joints stiffened to stone, where a grasp clenched too tight refused to come undone, where splaying fingers to their fullest extent proved too much.
Rowena often caught him staring at his hands in the corner of her eye. Busy hands, curious hands, hands made to fidget and gesture and move above all else, now immobile. His worry token went untouched for months, as did many of the things he loved to hold. Flowers in the garden. The mabari's paws. Rowena.
There was a time when Alistair couldn't keep his hands off of her. Affection of the physical kind was a bright and shiny concept and it took time for him to adjust. Rowena could touch him anywhere, after all. It came easy to her, the affection, the initiation. His cheek, his chin, his collarbone--anywhere would do. Eventually, he came to reciprocate. Tentatively at first, as if asking for permission, but confidence came with the security of her affection. Touch became a comfort. A hand around her waist, on her jaw, in her hair. Anywhere would do.
It couldn't have been more different now. He shied away when she reached for his arm to hold, twitched when she kissed his neck in the mornings. Evening baths became sparser until they no longer existed at all, and this Rowena could hardly bear--facing this truth that the old rituals had died, so she clung to the last of them.
No amount of massage relieved the pain, but Rowena would be damned if she didn't try. Nightly, he let her take his hands in her own.
It was a relief each time to see that despite the Taint, Alistair's hands were still his own, broad and square-fingered and devastatingly gentle. Calloused on the underside and scarred by his earliest days with a blade, too young and eager to know any better. And those nights by the firelight, nights where she took his palm in her hands and massaged the ache away, she could see that Alistair's hands were still freckled, just barely. The sun could still shine on him and leave honeyed kisses against his skin and this was one thing the taint could never take. No darkspawn could take the sun.
The night she realized this, she wept silently. She'd stopped him before he could speak, pressed his freckled hand to her cheek before he could pull away, and whispered, "Bathe with me."
Months later, the taint came for her.
For Rowena, it was her vision and it was swift. [reduntant fix this queen lol]
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Went for a lil walk with my drinkie (lavender and camomile tea in my jack skellington cup) in the rain
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