#please say mashAllah

[agerzionn]

abde in this pic 🫶🏾

#such a handsome man #everybody please say mashAllah!! #ez abde #abde #ezzalzouli #abde ezzalzouli #football

[cinnbar-bun]

Dio w/ an S/O who Celebrates Ramadan

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~750

Notes: Muslim!GN!Reader. So yeah, obvy talking about religious beliefs and practices- if those make you uncomfortable please feel free to skip <3

A gift for my friend @over--heaven enjoy my darling!!!

We all know Dio, our proud and very devoted brother, mashallah. 

Okay, okay, being serious. Dio definitely did read up about different cultures and religions during his time in Cairo. Catching up has never been so informational, and Dio views these reading sessions as a way to formulate a plan. 

Yes he has canonically read the Quran (in the OVA) no I’m not arguing with this leave me alone!!!

Especially since he was in Cairo, he was exposed to Muslim culture not only through his reading, but quite literally outside his doorstep. He didn’t make many appearances outside (duh, vampire) but on the occasions he did, he was taken by the customs and celebrations by some of his neighbors. 

Well, the people here certainly know how to have a nice time compared to England. 

I would say he’s participated in many events or Muslim customs, maybe not out of sheer devotion or anything, but mostly due to entertainment and intrigue. He tends to people watch and view how some of the Muslims pray or how they behave with one another. 

He is aware of what Ramadan is, and since he reads the Quran, I can imagine he’s got a pretty good grasp of Islam as well as the Arabic language in general. 

It is quite ironic that Dio of all people had a partner who was Muslim, but he honestly doesn’t mind. All humans are the same to him, so he doesn’t hold one higher than another.

So, when you begin to prepare for Ramadan, he’s understanding (somewhat, he’s still Dio and he still will be a menace as usual). He’s pretty curious how devoted and disciplined you’ll be. 

Makes an off-hand comment how he’d be willing to participate with you, just to experience it alongside you.

Might even pray beside you if he’s feeling up to it (although he gets tempted to do it more when he sees you doing it). 

His sleep and eating schedule is pretty messed up as a vampire, I assume, so I like to think he’d be doing the opposite and eating breakfast during iftar and dinner during suhoor. It’s a funny thought and whether or not you decide to follow his flipped schedule is up to you. He’s just gonna be Dio throughout. 

He’d occasionally get philosophical with you about your faith and feelings. He likes to hear your interpretations of your faith and compare it to his own/what he’s read. He’s not sure if Islam itself will help him achieve heaven, but the discussions he has with you are rather thoughtful. It’s very rare for him to take what others say to heart, but for some reason, he can’t help but be enthralled by your words (we all know the reason is because he loves you). 

He does like you feeding him dates and fruits when it is time to break your fast. Heck, he might even feed you back if he’s feeling up to it. 

Although that’s kind of what Dio does during the month. He likes to bother you or annoy you for attention, but often will return the favor by making it so you can rest easily and not bother with things like cooking or cleaning. The minions can handle those tasks, but you are needed beside him in the bed for cuddles (I mean, serving him faithfully, my bad). 

Part of his studying of the human condition just leads him to be appreciative of you and your place beside him. Dio tends to make a show of it that you should be grateful he’s spoiling you like this, but truthfully he’s got a soft spot for you that is reserved for only you. No one else gets the level of care Dio gives you. 

He’ll hold off on ‘tempting’ you much during this month. He originally was going to tease you to see if you could be tempted, but after he saw you were steadfast, he softened up and quit trying to mess with you so much. He still will, but prepare for him to be a lot gentler with you. 

Soft kisses on your forehead, him gently rubbing your hands in circles with his fingers, and lots of cuddling. Again, stuff he only does with you. 

All in all, Dio is considerably more giving, quiet, and reflective during the month of Ramadan with you. It’s a new level within your relationship that he wanted to humor you with but ultimately finds rewarding in many ways.

#x reader #reader insert #dio x reader #dio brando x reader #dio #dio brando #dio jjba #jjba x reader #jjba imagines #jojo x reader #jojo

[0alanasworld0]

Hidden connection (Yassine Bounou x reader) *request

Request: "Hey 👋, okay first of all I’ve saw your fics and they are brilliant, so I’ve would like to request you a fic on Yassine Bounou where the reader is the is the daughter of Walid Regragui and they met during the World Cup. Thanks in advance ❤️"

Warnings: none

“Please don’t take unnecessary holidays just for this tournament, habibi” your father says over the phone while looking over the team training. You’re not entirely sure why he’s so nonchalant about the whole ordeal. He’s the coach of your country’s team, the big reason for why so many retired players decided to make a return. A beacon of hope for Moroccan football with a glittering vision for the team that no other coach has had the courage to pursue.

“You can’t be serious, dad. It's your big moment and I’m coming. It's bad enough that you convinced me to miss out on the qualifiers.” you remind him, with a tut. You can miss a few weeks of work for this. Absolutely worth it. you can feel it in your bones that it's gonna go well. He hums with slight disapproval but is relieved internally. Should anything big come from this, he wants you there with him.

Thankfully, your bosses were only a small bump in the road. Being Moroccan themselves meant that a single implication of your father’s name had their ears perking up, when they realised anyway. 

“Hmmm, we can’t just give out holidays Ms. Regragui” he states, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

“I understand that! Trust me, I do! but since my father is helping out, I would really like to be there to support him.” you reply, trying to hint at the reason without fully going down the nepotism route.

“Helping out? Ms. Regragui, that's hardly specif-” his eyes widen in realisation.

“You know what, maybe I'm being too hasty. 3 weeks is good, right?” Bingo.

“Thank you, sir I-”

“Yes yes it's fine! Great even! Just get a shirt signed for me, yeah?” He looks at you expectantly as you nod your head vigorously.

“I really appreciate it, sir!” You say, walking out of his office and sighing a big breath of relief. 

The perks of your father’s status means that you’re in the stadium earlier. You have some time before the match as the team squeezes in a final training session, nervously awaiting their big debut. They're revived with a new sense of hope and excitement that they haven't felt in far too long. The weights of resentment and general discontent are lifted and there's a burning desire to make their big chance count, to make everyone proud.

You’re on the grass just daydreaming with your music, admiring the beautiful day, looking out at the team every once in a while. One of those glances, lands you on someone familiar. Sevilla vs Real Valladolid. March 2021, the 2nd ever goalkeeper in La Liga to score a goal himself. You also know that he has some impressive stats to match that goal. He’s practising some basic footwork with one of the younger players, stopping to give him some advice every once in a while. You zone back in to see him smile at you. You feel butterflies in your tummy already and you haven't even spoken to him. He has a gorgeous smile, in all fairness. The rest of him is gorgeous too so you shouldn't be too shocked at that: he’s got thick, dark hair that swoops over his forehead, dark brown eyes that are slightly obscured by his heavy brow, an adorable mole on his cheek, a small scar on the other and lord help you that dimple on the apple of his cheek- enough. you cut the rambling thoughts off short as you wave back with your brightest smile, hoping that the pause wasn’t as long as you were imagining. You don’t see it but as you’re scrolling through your phone he asks Hakim about you, gaze never leaving.

“Oh that's Walid’s daughter. Mashallah, she’s a sweetheart. So talented too!” he praises, eyes narrowing as he notices Yassine continuing to stare at her. He hums in vague acknowledgement with a smile on his face and soft eyes. Hakim rolls his eyes playfully, leaving Yassine to collect his thoughts.

You made it to your seat in the stadium with little fuss. You’re behind the Moroccan goal post and close enough to the pitch to discern some faces. Admittedly, you’re a little disgruntled that you can only see the keeper’s back but you can’t complain, It's still your father’s world cup debut.

The match has been frustrating, some clear opportunities that were just short of a goal for your home team and some close calls by Croatia to score. Yassine does well to hold them off. He certainly lives up to his legendary La Liga status, that's for sure. 

The game ends after what feels like years, the score remaining at 0-0. It's not ideal but given the competition, you consider it to be quite impressive. Not a moment of celebration necessarily but your father brings you onto the pitch anyway so you catch up with some of the players. You have a good friendship with Achraf in particular.

“You were pretty impressive out there huh?” you smile at him, it's been a while since you both spoke. Both of your schedules are packed as ever. You know that his career has blossomed quite spectacularly over recent years and you couldn't be more proud.

“Could have been better, thank Allah that Yassine was okay for this match!” You both laugh together. His name makes your eyes light up a little bit, what is wrong with you?! You hug again as he leaves to talk to one of the coaches.

You make eye contact with Yassine again but this time, without the bounds of his training, he jogs up to you. Your heart starts beating quickly again as you try to come up with something to say. C'mon be cool be cool be cool be cool-

“You’re really living up to that Zamora trophy, huh?” you joke, wanting to kick yourself for being so forward but thankfully he chuckles.

“I try my best. Not easy when Luka Modric and co. are coming at you with full force.” you hum and giggle a bit in agreement. There were certainly some close calls and having to face such a strong attacking force must have been one of the most nerve-wracking moments of his career.

You both begin walking together as he continues to make you cackle with his corny jokes. You’re stood very close and he goes to nudge your shoulder every once in a while, trying to coax more laughs out of you. He’s absolutely smitten. You're gorgeous with an infectious personality that he feels compelled to be around. And the feelings are mutual. He’s obviously mesmerising but he’s so unbelievably sweet and down-to-earth. You feel all warm and cozy in his presence. Not to mention that you absolutely love the way he towers over you. 

In the midst of enjoying each other’s company, your father, among a couple of other players is keeping a watchful eye on the pair of you. The chemistry is palpable already and Yassine is the picture of a complete sweetheart but your father is naturally a little weary. However, he keeps quiet. Maybe this is a one-off moment that will pass.

It was not a one-off moment and it certainly wasn’t passing. He enters your bedroom to see you knocked out cold at normal hours in the night and hears your hotel room door opening at odd hours in the morning. He thinks he can hear you laugh and mumble quietly about something? Weirdly early for a night owl like you but he doesn’t want to pry. You've always loved exploring so perhaps it was just the excitement of being in Qatar that began waking you up early. It's a good habit to maintain, far more productive and healthy than waking up in the afternoon with no coherence for a good few hours. He's had enough stern talks with you throughout your teen years for that.

He really should have trusted his intuitions from observing the first encounter because the early mornings were in fact the only times you could spend with Yassine before training began. And you had learned to adapt to a normal sleep schedule so you could make it work. It was nothing too wild, just a couple of friends walking through the streets of Qatar… hand in hand… or an arm around your waist. You've shifted your sleep schedule and adjusted your body clock to a healthy one after years of being told off for the opposite. "Friends."

The pair of you had exchanged numbers after the Croatia match and couldn’t stop texting/calling/facetiming each other since. Every free minute he had, he rushed to his phone; eagerly checking his notifications and hoping to see the emoji he picked out for you pop up. His friends have began to notice the wide smiles whenever he checks his messages. Yassine, one of the most focussed and dedicated people they know, is all of a sudden counting down the minutes until he can look at his phone again.

“What has gotten into you, man?” Nayef asks, incredulously. Yassine returning from break about 5 minutes late.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, and I'm the queen of england. C’mon, spill.” Hakim retorts. He has a good idea of what's going on but is eager to be entertained by Yassine’s explanation.

“It’s nothing! Look, I’ll check my phone less often. This game is just a little addicting, that's all.”

“I sure hope that this is more than just a game to you.” Hakim smirks, narrowing his eyes as Yassine widens his.

“Huh? In what world does that make any sens- OH MY ALLAH YASSINE YOU LITTLE SNEAK! HOW COULD I FORGET YOU AND-” Yassine shushes the outburst quickly, panicking as he looks around and hoping that no one, especially Walid, has caught wind of that.

“Can you calm down for a second?! Fine, we’ve been talking a little bit here and there, nothing too serious.” he sighs with exasperation, so much for keeping things quiet.

“Please, you’ve practically been glued to that screen since the Croatia match. And this is you we’re talking about! You might as well start buying flowers already!” The boys cackle as Yassine blushes.

“I mean that's just stupid when she’s got a pollen allergy” He mumbles to himself with a small smile. He recalls one of your early morning walks together, opting to walk through one of the botanical gardens. 

Your pinkie intertwined with his, you were talking about a show that you thought he would like and in the middle of your excited chatter you paused with a gasp. Your hand leaves his to cover your mouth and nose.

“Everything oka-” You sneeze, he doesn’t think anything could compare to how cute it was. You manage to pause for a second, hurriedly grabbing the medication from your purse and taking a couple of pills, you cover your nose with a tissue, sneezing again.  His head is cocked to the side and he’s really trying to hold his smile off.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying my misery(!)” You jokingly cry out as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You sigh as the sneezing fit settles.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Would some flowers make it better?” You smack his arm as you laugh together. When you both calm down, he looks at you with a soft stare and you blush under it. He doesn’t mean to but there’s an intensity to him that has blood rushing to your cheeks whenever you make eye contact.

He dips his head down to press a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose and the blush darkens.

You respond by kissing his chin. He follows by kissing your forehead. You peck his cheek and he finally ends the suspense by kissing your lips. He originally intended for it to be quick but the second he makes contact, he can’t let go. They’re so soft and he’s addicted to the taste of the cherry lip balm you applied within seconds. His arms snake around your waist and your hands play with the hair on the back of his neck as he lifts you up in the air. You squeal in surprise and he smiles into the kiss. You reluctantly part to catch your breath but he holds your forehead to his, barely a second passes before he joins your lips again.

He wishes he could live that moment again and again and again…

“Earth to Yassine? Hellooooooooo? Anyone there?” Achraf calls, snapping his fingers and successfully pulling Yassine out of his flashback.

“You’re whipped already and it's been just over a week, man.” Hakim nudges him playfully as a blush returns to Yassine’s face. He’s not wrong.

You’re now sitting at the edge of your seat, smile widening as the extra time against Portugal comes to a close. 

That morning, you had managed to sneak Yassine into your room. Your dad decided to give the boys some time to themselves, opting to run the final training session before the match a little bit later. He wanted them calm and well-rested before the most difficult competition they’ve had to face so far. Walid did not have this luxury and had to spend his time confirming all the necessary paperwork for the match. That proved advantageous for you as 

You were sat up, with his head resting on your thighs. He relished the softness, loving the feeling of your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp and you felt comforted as the ache was settled by the weight of his head. You stayed quiet, allowing Yassine to vent all of his concerns about the match ahead. Somewhere in between, you lifted his hand up to your lips and kissed the bandages in an attempt to reassure him just a little bit. He pulls away from the warm of your thighs, lifting himself off to be level with you and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. When you part, his eyes don't leave your own. 

“Thank you” he whispers against your lips.

You can see the players pretty well from your seat. The tension was thick in the air as the Portuguese players flowed through the Moroccan defence with more ease than the preceding teams had managed. You see the pass that you’ve been dreading. Felix now has a hold on the ball and is quick to make a shot. You feel the tension leave your body and breathe out a heavy sigh as Yassine comes through with one of his world-class saves. The crowd cheers almost as if Yassine had scored himself. He probably could, knowing him. You can see your father sigh out in relief too, quietly celebrating with the other coaches; there was still a chance. You’d never felt more stress in your life than this. 

Half-time is ticking to a close and you don’t have the best view of the free kick from your seat so you make do with squinting. The corner kick looks to have been miscalculated as Costa moves for it but you tense again, a smile making its way onto your face and eyes widening. There's no way.

He’s a second off the mark and you think you can see En-Neysri jump for the chance. The crowd erupts into cheers and you feel the electricity of the moment move through your body as the ball buries itself in the back of the net. You may not see the celebration from that end but you can see Yassine fall to his knees in relief. You can’t wait to see him when it's over.

There have been a couple more anxiety-inducing moments in the second half with Felix and CR7 himself taking multiple shots. You beam with pride as Yassine saves all of them.

One moment has you particularly stressed, however. A collision very similar to the one in that qualifier match has him tumbling to the ground. Your heart stops as you think about how you’re going to jump the barrier if he’s hurt again. The worries simmer down as Yassine gets up quickly, going to comfort and cradle the head of the man who caused the collision in the first place. You laugh with the crowd at the faux-intimate moment and the game continues.

The minutes are now running thin as the defence holds off the Portuguese attack until you finally hear the beautiful sound. The Moroccan team pours onto the field in exuberant celebration. They’ve just made history, done the impossible, and brought pride to so many people. Morocco are the first African nation to make it to the world cup semi-finals. Holy fuck, they've done it. Holy fuck.

You jump and scream with the crowd as the realisation settles in, they did it. Your father immediately races to you, requesting that the guards let you through the barrier as he wraps you in a tight hug. You’re both crying as your father’s hard work has finally proven to be worth it. All those days where your heart broke at his exhaustion, even apparent from the facetime that he’d been losing sleep over this. Those moments have been vindicated finally. Walid brings you onto the pitch to celebrate with the rest of the team. You go to hug Hakim and then run to Achraf who’s still laying on the ground, stunned by the moment. As you walk back to hug your dad once more, your eyes catch Yassine’s and you smile brightly. All you want to do is hug and kiss him but you know better than to make your blossoming relationship public before it's even begun. You also would prefer for your dad to find out before the public rather than with.

When you’re in the bunker, you manage to catch Yassine alone for a second and run over. There are still people around so you know you need to be careful but you have to talk to him. You tap his shoulder and his face breaks into a joyful smile the second he sees you. 

“You were amazing out there, you know?”

“It feels so much better hearing it from you, sweetness.” You blush as he bends down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. 

He’s then pulled by one of the coaches to the locker room so they can all get the celebration videos they need. The feeling of his lips lingers on yours as he leaves.

The party is buzzing with the excited chatter of players, coaches and family members celebrating the victory. You’re quietly admiring the surroundings and a certain someone brings an immediate grin to your face. He walks up to you and takes your hands in his.

“You look gorgeous, sweets.” a blush appears on your face as you rub little hearts into his palm.

“Could say the same about you” his smile is wide and bright and you wish he could stay this happy forever. You reach to adjust his tie and his hands wrap lightly around your wrists. he looks at you with a sappy, love-drunk haze glossing over his eyes. 

Walid and Hakim are once again observing the moment.

“How could this even happen?” Walid asks, utterly confused by the scene unfolding. He may have had suspicions but this is very different. 

“Your guess is as good as mine, coach” Hakim replies, amused by the events unfolding.

He feels a phone ring in his pocket, realising that he forgot to return it to you after making an emergency call. He sees the phone background and sighs out loudly in frustration. Its annoyingly adorable: Yassine’s head resting on top of yours as you both smile brightly for the camera

“I ought to talk some sense into him.”

“I get it but anyone can see how happy they look. And Yassine is probably the most reliable and harmless person we know. Maybe it’s worth a chance?” He hates to admit it but Hakim is right. His daughter deserved happiness and if that's with someone as lovely as Yassine, who’s he to stop it from happening?

“I can’t believe this is still going,” Walid comments.

Your relationship with Yassine has stood the test of time. you still look at each other in the same way, he still tells awful jokes, you still laugh and everything is just how it should be. Currently all wrapped up in soft boutique decor and the most luxurious dresses that Yassine insisted on you trying for the upcoming wedding. Walid doesn't catch exactly what Yassine has said but you're doubled over in laughter, the dress you're trying on crumpling on the floor as you try to catch your breath. All of the to-be bridesmaids are laughing too.

Walid would never admit but he’d grown very fond of the relationship himself, it brought him great joy knowing that his beloved daughter was so happy in such safe hands.

“C’mon, you have to admit that its kind of sweet.”

“Whatever” he holds back a smile shaking his head softly at the two of you. Completely and utterly content with each other’s presence.

And thats another bounou fluff complete! sorry that its a bit of a long one, i hope u enjoy anyway my lovelies xxx

#yassine bounou #yassine bono #yassine bounou x reader #yassine bounou imagine #footballer fic #footballer imagine

[leefi]

The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere Read-through | Part 1: Chapters 1-14

Part 1: 1-14 | Part 2: 14-22 | Part 3: 22-34 | Part 4: 34-64 | Part 5: 64-80 | Part 6: 81-90 | Part 7: 90-100 | Part 8: 100-127 (caught up here)

Hi!!!! I've been reading through this webnovel after seeing @ot3's pitch for it and started writing down some thoughts on the characters and worldbuilding and imminent murdering. This story is very, very long and I only reacted up to about chapter 33, so most of my thoughts will involve the worldbuilding and less the murder mystery aspect -- so if you're looking for theorizing you won't find much of that here. Since I'll be continuing eventually, I wanted to post what I did make note of to revisit later!

Most of these are not marked by chapter/section because I was lazy and I'm not sure how easy it will be to follow as a result, but everything is chronological.

everyone here is hijabi mashallah

The visual I'm getting of the solar system/local system/dimension they inhabit is kind of a blend of steampunk and fantasy and uhh some secret third thing. With the walls of their "universe" painted in that puella dollhouse witch lair style. Does the sun bounce around like a screensaver. Does it orbit their earth or is it on a fixed axis flung out into “space”? Does “space” even exist anymore? I’m assuming they’re in an enclosed area that they've created. Do they actively use arcane resources to keep objects (ie star and planets) sustaining themselves, or have they made them self sufficient?

everyone is so mean to Ptolema leave her alone what the fuckk let a bimbo live i want to kill you all you’re so annoying. Ptolema I WOULD be your friend and not ask all these weird ass questions. and we would hold hands and skip and giggle

Yes shes an airhead nepo baby but you guys could try doing anything other than snickering and rolling your eyes whenever she says stupid shit. If she starts arguing back about government war crimes during the Revolution or something then you have my blessing to beat her ass!

I HATE kamsurepa i HATE her i HAYE Her and her stupid ass name

Ran and Su have no chemistry its insane that theyre always hanging out every conversation is like uhhh (awkward silence) (rude comment from Ran) *Su voice* wow she gets me so well. every time they talk im like what the fuck just happened.

Su’s internal narration is too self aware for me. it’s like she talks like she knows she’s a character? or something. it's self-deprecating in a very bizarre way

im sorry i don’t know if i can continue with this. i know too many med students irl and these characters are literally pissing me off. compliments to the author for realism you knocked it out of the park

Oh, thank you very much!" Kam said, reverting back to her smiley-diplomatic form for a moment before stepping away from the counter and continuing as she handed us the cards. "...as far as it seems to me, the desire to reproduce is essentially an immature form of pursuing life-extension - this idea that you'll 'live on through your children' that's patently pseudo-mysticism justifying what is ultimately an animal instinct." ⬇️ I’m going to grab her ginger head and swing her around like bowser in mario 64. SHUT UPPPPP SHUT UP please tell me shes the one that dies

You know," I mused idly, my eyes wandering. "I think this is actually the fourth glass ceiling I've seen today." "Mm, it's true that you don't see a lot of women working in Aetheromancy," ⬇️ I know this is a small nitpick but aren’t we really far into the future why do they keep using terms like this 😭 gendered stuff like this still exists billions? trillions? of years into the future?

Why has the disco elysium skill tree randomly started talking to su. Is this her future self nagging her. Is she pulling a han sooyoung. when do we get to the various utsushikome ego deaths

"prosognostic overlap"…do ppl repeat faces? Are most people cloned at this point? What triggered the need for cloning surely medicine is advanced enough that childbirth or test tube babies are feasible? Can bodies be cloned and reinhabited to inhibit aging? Is there some disturbing psychological element to seeing someone with the same face as you? Does it make your brain short circuit? Kam mentioned having children earlier which I assume means people still give birth or have test tube babies, so i don’t know if it’s the result of cloning…but it does sound like a sameface sort of thing. What else would it be if not that though?

Actually, if they’ve figured out teleportation (whatever it was called when they went up the aetherbridge) - let's say they can atomize a body and reforming it elsewhere (though we don't know for sure yet, could also be a fold in spacetime) - transferring consciousness to an empty clone of yourself (and therefore effectively doing away with aging or death wholesale) sounds a lot more efficient and technologically practical than maintaining an organic system that naturally decays. Why keep on finding ways to push the human body past its limits when you could simply transfer a person to a new, identical vessel?

I feel like the key to immortality isn’t maintaining an organic body, which naturally tends towards systems of entropy (being a biological thing, entropy=decay), but rather delineating and separating human consciousness from its host and replicating its original environment perfectly. I’m not talking about making a copy of consciousness, which is just glorified cloning - I’m talking about *transferring* a consciousness.

You could almost call dementia itself the mind's tendency towards its own kind of entropy?

Though if you transfer a consciousness to a younger body, the dementia issue could still potentially remain. Depends on if it the author sees it as a solely physical phenomena (atrophy/buildup of inhibitors of the brain) or there's some metaphysical anomaly about amassing too many memories/"existing" too long in general

The way spellwork is described is really cool and feels super believable. Optimizing multiple concurrent spells into one “function” is intricate and sophisticated, and you have to dedicate a lot of brainpower to doing the math in your head. It’s like they’re coding the real world. I love the way lurina describes this it's awesome.

#tftbn #woof #the flower that bloomed nowhere

[learning-islam-together]

Thinking of the Shaheed of Palestine. MashAllah their Takwa is solid 🕋

“The eyes are shedding tears and the heart is grieved, and we do not say except what pleases our Lord” ~ Muhammad ﷺ

https://hadeethenc.com/en/browse/hadith/5026

#learningislamtogether #muslim #hadith #islam #quran #hijab #muslimah #qur’an #allahisone #mashallah #dawah

[khizuo]

@ my muslim followers: i've read that it isn't inappropriate for non-muslims to say inshallah and mashallah when used respectfully? it's started rubbing off on me these past few weeks and if i start slipping it into tags please don't be surprised 😅

#my text #they're very pretty phrases and i really like their meanings

[tonberry-yoda]

Heyo! Hope you're having a great day! Tysm for opening your match-ups! Anyway here's mine(Romantic please):

I'm a straight woman that uses she/her pronouns, I'd like to be matched up with the MHA fandom! (Excluding all of the villans, Endeavor, All Might and Mineta please!)

I'm a pretty energetic type of person when I have a good night's rest 😅 Especially if I get a good breakfast, I'll be running around a bunch. I consider myself confident and extroverted, mashallah. But on the flip side, staying up at night has a huuuge effect on my personality. I become very tired, grumpy and I start hating people💀💀.

I like to be as straightforward as I can, because what's the point in softening the truth when we could be struck by reality any second? Being truthfull is a very important thing to me, since it is one of the things that helps me pick my close ones!

My favorite past time is video games!! I absolutely love them!!! Especially Genshin Impact, Overwatch, and The Escapists 2.

I love staying up playing, I know I shouldn't buuutt.....Who cares am I right?🤨💀

It's very important that there is balance in any relationships I have, I absolutely hate it when a relationship is one sided. Either we both contribute or we just don't have a relationship. Contributing can be doing things like work to help us, cleaning around the house, making dinner, being nice and respectful to relatives, etc...

I like a guy who is able to match my type of energy, a guy who can stay up and binge watch/play games but at the same time have a stable job. For the guy to be tall or short isn't of any concern, but not shorter than 150 cm...

Some people find this odd, but I don't listen to music. I find it pretty distracting and a temporary solution to boredom. My love language is a mix of Word of Affirmation and Quality Time!

Tysm for reading all of this, and have a great day/night to you and all that read this!❤️‍🔥

omg hi!!!! i am so so so so glad i can do a matchup for you!!! i have the absolute perfect man, so let's get right to it shall we???

the character I chose for you is...

PRESENT MIC!!!

not only because you simp for him but think about it

you want a man to match your energy, well here you go! this man is nothing but energy HOWEVER when he's not working he's usually exhausted, but still able to have that high energy with you

when you're staying up late playing videogames, expect him to be asleep on your lap

stable job you say??? well this man has 3 LMFAOOOO and he still manages to have time to give you all the love you need

you both have a run around morning routine and it's super cute because one of you are bound to forget something, so the other has to run up to them and give it back, placing a little goodbye kiss on the other's nose

he will cuddle you so it's easier for you to fall asleep so you arent grumpy the next day lmao

teach him how to play videogames and then realize it's a bad idea because he gets REALLY GOOD

like one minute your absolutely knocking him out and the next, you lose. that one's on you lmao

he is such a nice and respectful guy, it's adorable

your family loves him

when you have to work late and he finally has a day off expect to come home to a nice clean house and food on the table

he will spoil you with how he treats you: kisses, cuddles, gifts every now and then, a clean house, food, etc.

and when you do the same, he will love you forever

he loves a two sided relationship just as much as you

HE IS SO OFFENDED THAT YOU DONT LISTEN TO MUSIC

like he understands why, but he will get you to try to love it

and because of that, you actually like music a little more (only if he's the one who made it lmaoooo)

he will take you on the most fun dates. like totally random places: bowling, amusement parks, arcades, etc. they're cheesy, but fun

this man will tell you every day how much he loves you

the voice hero is not lacking of those words of affirmation, so expect a lot of it

he is full of unconditional love and that makes you appreciate him so much

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matchup rules --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

#i hope you like it!! #i for one love present mic frfr #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #<3 #matchup #matchups #present mic #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada #hizashi yamada x reader #mha #mha x reader #my hero acadmia #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader

[tabitha2]

Salaam, I am called تابيثا (Sebiya) and I am a simple girl of the Faithful who has been taken in marriage this day Sunday the 7th of Shawwal. I am 26 summers old, and considered beautiful by the elders of my village who know best for me. For though I was born slow and my Arabic is small, my hips are wide and abundant for bearing. And Allah blessed me with a voice that is pleasing to Men that I might attract them to guide me. I am attracted to Men of all colors and sizes, but especially my new older wise husband. I am devout and pray many times a day. My eyes are black as night. My skin is smooth and has been darkened by the Sun. My hair is long and bound in a traditional way. My womb is very achingly fertile, and I crave to be quickened as often as Allah and my Husband wish it. Truly I am as in heat as a farm animal. My figure is ample, and I am becoming my mother. My buttocks and thighs are increasing every day. My heavy breasts already sag, and yearn to leak milk. My thoughts are a blurry wet page. Reading is difficult for me. My wits are dull, and I have not been to too much school. I am forgetful obedient docile accepting as I should be. My body will know the soft lazy glow of growing His children. I do not know any more English. My words are small and light, with poor grammar, but so ladylike, and in a low accent. I sound so simple but I am not that stupid truly. I can’t write the letters, not even my name. I read so slowly, saying it aloud. I need a Man to think for me. I am helplessly devoted to my Husband— inshallah sir I obey You. I hide my body. I still my mind. Let Him fill my heart, bind my devils, wash my sins, every day. i am Yours. i shall do as I’m told, hold my tongue, speak when I am spoken to, follow behind Him, always. I kneel pray worship several times a day giving all praise and thanks and glory to the Most High. For You see me, and i cannot hide from You. This is what I am. All that I am is from You. And the Men You put on this Earth to lead us girls and all the tribes. Yes, oh Lord. My Man is my owner and I am but His simple property now forever. As I have been created in the forge of remaking. Truly it is a blessing as I have been to be reborn in the Name of Allah. He hears my heart. He knows my mind, every hour every day every moon every season every year. It is so good to submit to His Will in all things, always. i do not need to speak. i do not need to struggle. i simply obey & please & serve & love Him. And keep my Master’s property from prying eyes. For i am His forever mashallah ameen.

[cowboyhorsegirl]

me: begs someone to ask me to put batman on the character bingo board also me: immediately forgets i did that for like a month

anywayyyyyy @sounds-of-some-day @tyrannusimons thank you besties for enabling me xoxo <3

Now let’s put that batted man up on the bingo boooooooard😈🤪😈🤪😈🤪😈🤪

The only Batman media I’ve ever consumed before I started reading DC vs. Vampires was The Batman (2022) and while I enjoyed The Batman (2022) very much I also don’t think you really get the full experience of how much of a fucking weirdo batman is until you see him working amongst a bunch of relatively well-adjusted heroes LMFAO

(probably spoilers for DC vs. Vampires coming up)

((also btw in DC vs. Vampires, Batman is basically suspicious that everyone is a vamp and is completely distrustful of the justice league like the entire time so idk if that changes his normal dynamic at all... any Batheads/Batfans/Batmaniacs out there please feel free to shed some light on this!))

But all that said, LOOK!!! Look at this fucking weirdo!!! Look at him in his full fucking body coverage black ass suit in the broad daylight on the beach mashallah brother Wayne wearing abaya and staying modest god i fucking ADORE HIM he sticks out like a sore thumb he's like when a normal group of kids somehow adopts one goth into their crew jfdksljflsdjflsjd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !

Like I’m so obsessed with this wet paper bag of a man!!!! I want to watch him go to the DMV! I'd pay out the nose for a season of Love Island with Bruce "The Batman" Wayne in it!!

Batman is like the single person in a group project who actually knows what's going on and just says "FUCK IT!!!!! I'M SOLVING THIS CASE BY MYSELF the rest of you go play the marimba on all your rock hard abs or whatever it is you do!!!!"

Bat "Team Player I Barely Know Her" Man

He's like a mountain goat, I want to watch him put his head down and run full speed at his fellow Justice League-ians, wanna see him poke someone's eye out with one of his bat ears this is a FULL GROWN MAN IN BAT!!! EARS!!!

HELLO?????

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🅱️onus: 🅱️atman on the 🅱️each

🅱️onus 🅱️onus: snarling spitting furious murderous kitten of a man with his sunshine prep jock alien 🅱️f Su "Perm" An

so yes, in conclusion, those are my totally sane and objective thoughts on Batman.

#signed sealed delivered #evreads #dc #sounds-of-some-day #tyrannusimons #dc vs. vampires #batman #bruce wayne

[grendelsmilf]

would you please rank the wilds kids by wfb energy? 🙏🔵<- their well

of course I will what a great ask!!!!!!!!!!!

leah: HUGE wfb energy. HUGE. everyone’s always like “why tf is she staring into this well all day what’s wrong with her” well it’s because she was born that way ok leave her alone!!!!!! (10/10)

dot: not a wfb categorically per se but has some definite wfb tendencies to be sure. (6/10)

fatin: an empathizer of and friend to wfbs, a great ally to the cause. thank u fatin <3 mashallah <333 (5/10)

martha: definitely at the very least wfb adjacent. a kind gentle girl who loves animals... although technically when they dragged her catatonic ass to a well, it did not immediately fix her, which is an indicator that while wfb-aligned in many regards, she is not a TRUE wfb, unfortunately :( (8/10)

toni: doesn’t really understand wfb culture even a little bit, but tries to for martha’s sake (1/10)

rachel: doesn’t understand wfb culture even a little bit, but still tries to for nora’s sake (1/10)

nora: the ultimate wfb. she’s always just staring into her inscrutable little well, pondering the universe, tracing the ripples with the tips of her fingers, staring into her distorted reflection, wondering which is the true reality... her parents also probably got her the accompanying balcony (for announcements) because they support their wfb daughter, they know that she’s Special (12/10)

shelby: nope!!! (NA/10)

ivan: thinks he is a wfb but in fact is far too loud, self-obsessed, and (don’t let him know I said this) mainstream to ever be a wfb in any true regard. gay poetry does not a wfb make! sorry honey!!!! (4/10)

scotty: probably thinks elon musk made some points. loves bitcoin. etc. (1/10)

kirin: despite being not as much of a jerk as he could’ve been, he is still an enemy of wfbs everywhere. (-10/10)

raf: has so many wfb traits, but alas, not a single creative or compelling thought in his sad little brain, and therefore not a true wfb. (7.5/10)

josh: nah. (2/10)

bo: it’s sort of unclear what his inner life is like, but his unyielding stoicism and gentleness does indicate some wfb traits. at the very least, he is very admirable. (7/10)

henry: wells were literally made for this boy. (♾/10)

seth: wants to be perceived as a wfb so bad. is desperate for every wfb to think he’s as deep and thoughtful and creative as they are, but alas his blog “Spillz” belies his true artistic potential (which is to say, none) and he is not in fact a deep thinker, just a sad little man with mommy issues and the world’s most desperate ego. like kirin, also an oppressor of wfbs, but in a far more sinister and evil way. all I can say is, poor henry. (-10000/10)

#cavehags #o.tv #wfbcu #ask #I could technically order these from most to least or least to most but I don’t wanna #u have the data now organize it urself

[mahoushojoe]

Just left my uni's exam hall trying not to think too hard about the test i probably failed, when a guy walks past me wearing honest to god akatsuki robes. (i live in cairo, it's basically noon and boiling hot)

Anyway, this got me thinking of the hyuuga clan cursed seal cuz part of the test was about cranial nerves and pain. Narutopedia says that it causes immense pain which could eventually kill you. Since the brain has no pain receptors, this caused me to believe that the seal causes the blood vessels in meninges, the membranes surrounding the brain, to dilate which push up against the pain receptors. Prolonged use of the seal then could theoretically cause the blood vessels to expand to the point that they rupture, causing a hematoma. But it could also destroy nerves in the brain, which could lead to loss of sensation and control all around the body, especially near the face. It also matches with the idea that it seal away the byakugan, as the meninges are connected to the ophthalmic nerve, damage of which makes it hard to blink and the tear ducts to work. Of course the byakugan is its own thing, it could totally stop it from functioning. All in all, it is entirely possible for branch members to have strokes/some type of paralysis/chronic migraines/etc

Please keep in mind i am just a baby first year dentistry student, and all this could all be wrong, but this was fun, and i wanted to share it with the first neji fan i could think of

OOOOOH this is so cool!!! im the farthest thing from a med/dental student so I never really knew how this all worked but ooof yeah this could totally be it!! such interesting world building!! you sound very smart mashallah!

as someone with chronic migraines i always sort of thought that the seal would be like, similar to that but just way worse? i remember my brother got complicated sinusitis when he was younger and the resulting migraines were like superrrr painful, i always kind of thought that was how it worked since my brother's migraines were caused by the blockage pressing against his optic nerve. this however is such an interesting take!!!!!

i definitely think its possible that just overusing the byakugan in general causes chronic migraines let alone if the cursed seal is a factor as well.... hyuga migraine representation lol anyway!!! thank you for this ask it really got me thinking!!!

(also yeah ive seen so many people straight up cosplaying naruto in cairo lol)

#sleep-is-my-one-true-love #answered #thank you for this interesting ask!! #also sorry about your test :(((

[interlagosed]

I Hate Monaco so I will only be watching qualies and the race 😤 keep me updated and PLEASE SAY INSHALLAH AND MASHALLAH thx

#also I have 13 hours to finish my write-on packet 💀

[thelovelyqueenp]

Mashallah! The symbolism in this picture is outstanding! There is so much to say. But to keep it short, this Yasna (White rose in Arabic) is considered a flower of Jannah (Paradise or Heaven) and the Bee symbolizes focus, dedication and hard work. I don’t know about you all, but I have NEVER been this dedicated to my faith and spirituality in my entire life! I am so focused on pleasing Allah (God). I am picturing my self as the bee that is working hard to get to heaven. May The Creator accept all of our good deeds and efforts. And when it is time to depart from this dunya (this temporary world), I pray that we will all be granted a place in Jannah al-Firdaus (The highest and most expansive level of Paradise) AMEEN 🤲🏾🕊🐝 #inshallah #alhamdulillah #iman #faith #dedication #deen #dunya #bee #whiteroses #heaven https://www.instagram.com/p/CddPzBzLGtW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#inshallah #alhamdulillah #iman #faith #dedication #deen #dunya #bee #whiteroses #heaven

[littlemelittlemore]

No matter what others do or say to you.

You ARE a treasure to this world.

Mashallah, Ameli.

Please believe this if nothing else.

[bollywood143114]

Rahul Vaidya-Disha Parma to be parents, glimpse of baby seen in sonography, see pics

Disha Parmar and Rahul Vaidya announce pregnancy, Disha Parmar is pregnant: Famous singer Rahul Vaidya and 'Bade Ache Lagate Hai' lead actress Disha Parma are going to be parents soon. Both shared the good news with their fans on social media. As the two shared the joy on social media, their loved ones and fans were flooded with wishes. Please inform that this time Disha shared some pictures. These images are from the sonography report. Along with this, Disha also shared a video of the sonography, in which her baby is clearly visible. Rahul-Disha will become parents this year Rahul Vaidya and Disha Parmar's fans are also very happy with this happiness. That's why after announcing the good news of pregnancy, the two are constantly getting congratulatory messages. Lead actress Disha Parmar who will be seen in 'Bade Ache Lagate Hai' took to Instagram and posted a post. This time she shared a picture of herself with Rahul, in which she is seen holding a slate in her hand. Mummy and Daddy are written on this plate. Disha Parmar's baby bump is also clearly visible in this picture. Sharing the picture, she wrote in the caption – Hello from the future mother, father and baby…! Congratulations At this time, close friends of the two also congratulated in the comment section. Congratulating both of them, Mouni Roy wrote – Abhinandan… So Bigg Boss Rahul Vaidya's close friend Ali Goni said – Mashallah… This time, many people including Varun Sood, Anita Hassanandani, Bharti Singh congratulated both of them. . Please tell that Disha Parmar and Rahul Vaidya got married on 16 July 2021. Nowadays while Disha is seen in the TV serial Bade Ache Lagate Hai, Rahul has earned a good footing in the world of Vaidya music. Say that Rahul Vaidya proposed to Disha Parmar on Bigg Boss on her birthday, then Disha responded to Rahul's proposal by entering the house on Valentine's Day and thus began their love story. DISCLAIMER Thanks For Visit Our Site www.bollywoodofindia.com . We’ve taken all measures to insure that the information handed in this composition and on our social media platform is believable, vindicated and sourced from other Big media Houses. For any feedback or complaint, reach out to us at [email protected] Read the full article

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Women Have Always Demanded Their Place

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