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shadesslut · 6 months

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simple things

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, slight exhibitionism)

Summary: Mike has had enough of her teasing, finally taking it into his own hands

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You see, Mike enjoyed the simple things in life. He enjoyed the feeling of wearing warm laundry on a cold morning. He enjoyed the sounds of Aby’s scribbles coming from her room. He loved his simple life, even if sometimes he complained. People knew him as a man that didn’t need much; just his family and home is what he needed. And he loved it, he loved his simple things, in his simple life. He also loved the simple, dirty, touches Y/N gave him when they were in public.

They were at the mall, eating lunch on one of Mike’s off days, and she kept grazing her foot up Mike’s thigh from across the table. He was leaned back in the metal chair, manspreading his legs. He sipped on his soda, giving her a pointed look at the now fifth time she touched him. She ignored it, giggling as she continued to rant about her weekend, as if she had no clue what she was doing. Little brat.

He felt his pants strain, and he grunted as he shifted his black sweats. “Something wrong?” She asked in a sweet voice. He shook his head before sticking his tongue into the side of his cheek. Another touch, and Mike felt himself grow harder. His eyes darted down to her exposed cleavage, swallowing harshly as she moved.

“I’ll be right back,” she said abruptly, standing up from her seat. She leaned forward, placing her weight into the table before kissing Mike on his cheek. He softly hummed and leaned into the kiss.

She swayed her hips as she walked, and Mike thought it was impossible to get turned on from the way someone walked to the restroom, but here he was. He watched her as she went into the single stall bathroom, bouncing his knee up and down anxiously.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself. He jerked his body up, the sounds of the scraping metal of his chair moving causing heads to turn to him. He didn’t care though.

He knocked on the door, hearing a muffled, “One second!” come from the other side. He heard water drip from the sink, and a few seconds after the door opened. She had an amused expression painted on her face, but before she could ask him what he was doing, he immediately pressed his body against hers, attacking her mouth with a rough kiss.

She moaned against him, and he instantly shut and locked the door behind him as he stepped in.

“Think you can fuckin’ tease me like that and not get away with it?” He asked between kisses, his breath hot on her skin. She softly whined at his touches.

He groaned and picked her up, holding her by her thighs, and instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“You’re such a fucking slut.” He gritted out.

He rushedly reached down to the waistband of his sweats before awkwardly shrugging them down along with his boxers, not caring if they fell to the dirty floor. His lips moved deliciously against hers, sucking and licking every inch of her.

“Mike,” she whimpered. “I need you.”

His eyebrows raised, as if he was challenged. Reaching under her skirt, he tugged at the crotch of her panties, pulling them to the side. “Oh yeah?” He asked, his voice hoarse and deep.

She nodded.

“Then fucking take me.”

He didn’t wait for her to adjust to him. He rammed into her, not caring if he was gentle. She let out a gasp as she scratched at his back. Mike smirked into her neck at the feeling of her wrapping around him. He used the wall to his advantage, flushing her against it as he thrusted deeply into her.

He ah’ed and oh’ed as he thrusted, not giving a damn to who could hear him. The noises their bodies made against each other sounded so wrong, but it only made Mike’s cock harder.

He glanced down between them, staring at the belly bulge that was poking through her skirt. He smiled, knowing he was successfully tearing her apart.

“Fuck yeah, baby, ah- you like that?” He moaned. The stubble on his chin scratched her neck, and all she could do in response was whimper a quiet “yes”.

He felt his movements stutter and his weight pushing more against her body. He could tell she was getting close too. That face she made before coming, the way she scrunched her nose and closed her eyes. He wanted to do her all over again.

He bounced her on his cock faster. Feeling his cock twitch inside of her, he quickened his movements and jerked his hips one more time before finishing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck sweetheart I’m coming,” He whimpered into her ear. She felt her belly twist, and soon enough she came with him. She moaned his name, panting heavily as she clenched around him.

Their sighs filled the air of the bathroom, and Mike let out a soft giggle.

“W-What?” She panted, smiling.

He smiled, before tilting his head at her. “Fuckin’ love you baby.”

#mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt fnaf #josh hutcherson x reader

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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霊圧 + 淫慾. // spiritual pressure + lust. [twoop x sy]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. by sashi-ya 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ

tw: NSFW. rough sex. fingering. squirting.Kenchan fucks you covered in the blood of his enemies against the wall of some place // wc:718 // masterlist // tag list: @tealcat001 @dumbbitch223 @bookandyarndragon @ilibili // colab with @the-witch-of-one-piece

A beast, a demon. Zaraki Kenpachi and his calloused hands on each side of your face. Your back against a crumbling wall of who knows where. He has trapped you, and his huge frame won’t allow you to scape.

“You’ve been teasing me for the longest time, now tell me… why?!” he says, with his hair down after an intense fight with some kind of enemy he clearly defeated. His face is dripping blood, his shihakusho teared, no patch on his eye, his haori completely lost.

You bite your lower lip; the ferrous smell of his enemy’s blood still lingers in the air. He urges you to give him an answer, he might be a brute but he is not an idiot, he knows you can’t stop looking at him with a rather lewd sight.

“So?” he asks.

“I- Ken-chan, you are too- intimidating” you barely mumble, no amount of confidence can save you when is Kenpachi who is topping you.

“What do you want from me? Huh?” he grunts, coming closer to your face. So close he gets, his nose presses against your cheek and his lips are about to clash with yours. You sigh, the pressure in your chest -and in between your legs- becomes unbearable.

His spiritual pressure is crushing you, but you don’t fall and instead a little smirk gets drawn on the commissure of your lips.

“Oh fuck, I will enjoy this” he exclaims, looking more like a demon than a Shinigami. His lips join yours, and violently begin to kiss you perfectly and deadly. You can feel the blood smirred in your face, and none of you care. If there is something you enjoy about him is his wild side.

You grunt as his strong arms rip your shihakusho to rags, your moans muffled by his intense lips and violating tongue, your muscles becoming weaker as his reiatsu raises.

“Let me see what you’ve been flashing to me. Do you think I haven’t noticed?” he scolds you, stopping the kisses to enjoy the view of your body like an animal ready to devour a pray. Kenpachi licks his lips before attacking your nipples with his sharp teeth.

He sucks, he pulls and bites. You throw your head back with your mouth wide open, moaning his name on and on and on. “Fuck, damn it” you whine, as his hand now has landed on your core and his fingers begin to explore your insides.

“What is it? Huh? You are always so strong and now you can barely stand” he laughs, fingering you with violent beckoning motions. It’s almost impossible to avoid the whimpers, the squirms and the drops of honeys bathing his forearm. “HAH! COME ON, COME COME” he screams, as his hand movements shake your whole body, pushing you into an abys of pleasure.

You are left trembling, but, do you seriously think that would be enough fun for him? Of course not.

“I- I need some- rest” you mumble, in vain. Your face is now pressed against the wall your legs being spread by his knee. It doesn’t take much time for the eleventh squad captain to untie his pants and freed his dick, as he has you ready to be impaled, hard and mercilessly.

“You will have plenty of rest when I’m finished with you” he whispers in your ear, with his raspy voice and his length reaching your entrance. Soon, he slides inside you, making your eyes go white and your walls to ache. Zaraki is big, wide, and long. And you feel like breaking in half, but nothing ever felt so right, so fitting.

The small of your back hurts, the skin of your ass get’s hot and swollen from the hard rams he gives you, endless stabbing hip motions that soon takes you the edge of glory. And, a few thrusts from that beast are enough to coat his dick with your orgasm, and a few more to make your sex full of his warm seed. He comes biting your shoulder, grunting, and sweating against your back.

“God… you are so tight… did you like it?” he asks, while his whole weight rests over you. “I did, Ken-chan” you purr, almost out of breath -and consciousness- “Come here, let’s go back. Let me carry you”

#kenpachi #zaraki kenpachi #kenpachi x reader #zaraki kenpachi x reader #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach anime #bleach imagines #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanfic #bleach fanart #spiritual pressure x lust

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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The Thief of your Heart - Chapter Five.

Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who is so invested in this story! I’m so thrilled you’re all enjoying it :D really, it’s blown me away, the little following it has. I’m looking forward to your thoughts on this as ever!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four

Tag list - In the comments, please reply below to be added/removed

Words - 3,971

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Waking up late in the morning following her drinks with McGee, so late it was virtually the afternoon, Abi’s heart somersaulted when it hit her; he’d be on Irish soil by now. He was back. Her heart continued to pound as she contemplated that fact, her thoughts all willing her to rush out of bed and go to him, but the heaviness she felt across her body paralysed her to the mattress beneath. He was returned, at last, and she couldn’t go to him.

Nerves held her fast, and she had no clue why. This was Filip, her Filip, her BDT, her love, her everything. Time might have changed a lot, but it had never negated that for her. Thinking on it more, though, as she inevitably would, lighting her first cigarette of the day as she sat up, moving to sit on the windowsill, it hit her. What if he didn’t still love her as much as she did him? What if he did have someone else? No matter what he pledged, she had to be realistic; he might just remember her fondly from their time together. She might simply be a distant memory to him, a thought that made her heart feel icy.

“Why would it even matter, though? For god's sake, Abi. It isn’t like he’s here for you, it’s club business. What, you think he’s gonna turn up here and you two will ride off into the sunset? Give me a break.” she chastised herself with, shaking her head. What did she expect, for seeing him again? They couldn’t be together; he lived in California, and her life was between Ireland and Africa for the most part.

Her softer side then began to whisper in reasoning. ‘But you wouldn’t know any of that, unless you stop hiding and just go and see him. Just go, you silly bitch. What’s the worst that could happen? Hearing he’s moved on. And if he’s available, you might just get to enjoy the best sex of your life a few more times for however long he’s here.’

The best sex of her life was exactly what he was, Abi sitting there, watching rain patter onto the street below as she smoked, remembering that side with him well. She often wished he’d been her first, but then remembered he was for at least one thing...

Belfast, 1994.

“Hmm, look who’s drunk,” Chibs teased, Abi sat on his lap in the clubhouse, his girl snorting.

“I fuckin’ am not!”

“Then why do you keep on grinning at me like that?”

She finished her drink, placing the glass back down on the table, moving to whisper in his ear as he stroked her thigh. “Because I’m really, really horny, and I’m thinking of all the things I want you to do to me when we get back to mine. So, drink up, and then come and tell me.” She slid off his lap with a wink, kissing McGee atop his head on her way past, sauntering out to wait for him.

“Looks like you’re on a promise, lad,” he nodded, Chibs grinning, draining his beer as he stood.

“With that lass, I’m never anything but. See ya tomorrow.” Walking out, he found her leaning against his Harley, smoking a cigarette, looking impossibly sexy. She was doing her usual thing of wearing a slightly oversized t shirt as a dress, one that only just about covered her bum. He approved.

“So, gonna come tell me, then?”

Yes, she would be the death of him.

“What do you want to hear, princess? The way I’m gonna take you home and tear up that pretty little pussy, fuckin’ ruin you with my mouth, then turn you over and ram my cock straight up your arse? Is that what you want, huh?”

Abi felt like she’d just sat on an electric fence, the force of the jolt that ran through her. “Then why are we still here, and not at my flat, with you taking my anal cherry?”

He chuckled deeply, kissing the side of her neck, pulling her t shirt up and slapping her bum hard. “Get your sexy little arse on my fucking bike, now.” She complied at speed, climbing on behind him. An hour later, and after being literally eaten alive, she was lying on her bed, resting her weight onto her forearms while being piledriven from behind, Chibs working two very oiled up fingers in and out of her arsehole while he buried himself in her cunt again and again. “You ready?”

She cringed a little, a tad trepidatious over receiving something so big anally. “I am, but I’m nervous, so.”

He learned forward, kissing between her shoulders. “You’re in control, I don’t want to hurt you, so just say if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Alright.” she nodded, his fingers sliding from within her narrow passage, pushing his cock there, the tight muscle opening around him as he slid in, a couple of inches to start with, stopping when she made a noise of discomfort.

“You okay, love?”

“Just pause a minute, let me get used to it?”

“Sure, no bother. All in your own time.”

“It’s like sitting on a fucking fence post.” Her words had him in stitches, chuckling hard as he stroked her back. “Okay, you can move again now.”

Instead of going in any deeper, he gently moved back, an inch sliding in and out, thumb moving beneath her to begin stroking her clit at the same time. Pretty soon, she began to purr contentedly, relaxing, his cock slowly sliding in a few inches more. The sound she made when he was almost all the way inside her, he very nearly came on the spot. “I think she might like that.”

“Oh my god, I really do!” he remained slow in motion, mainly for the fact that he knew he was only ever going to be about ten seconds from blowing his load, one hand spanking her bum, the other still preoccupied with drawing tight circles around her clit with his thumb. Adding a little speed, he watched her as she began quiver, her moans turning to wails, her hands reaching to grip the white iron of her bedframe.

It was sharp, biting pleasure, her nerve endings sizzling as ebullience skittered through her, veins sizzling, her body consumed by waves of warmth washing through her, the brand-new sensations incredible to her. There he was, her big, bad outlaw, and god, he was being so gentle with her. She’d tried anal before, but what her ex had done solely with his fingers had put her off, Abi telling him in no uncertain terms that if he went about that like he was drilling for diamonds, then there was no way she was letting his cock in there.

The deeper her moans grew, the less gentle he was, though, but he gauged it well, knowing when she needed greater friction, her demands for speed granted as he chased her into her release, the tightness around him dragging his own undoing from him wildly as he came with a groan, so hard, in fact, his vision swam, Abi trembling beneath him as she collapsed flat, him on top of her still.

“Fil, I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry,” he laughed, moving to flop down beside her. “So, good then?”

“Aye, but I feel all stretched out in my bum hole now,” she complained, watching him raise an eyebrow.

“Well, you just did have something quite big up there, hen.”

“I feel like there’s a draft.” He couldn’t help it, snorting with laughter before the hysterics followed, something that gave her the greatest delight. He was known for being fairly grumpy when he set his mind to it, and Abi knew, few people had the knack to make Filip Telford fall apart like she did. She remembered it as she sat there, watching people on the street below her modest abode, the local bus rattling along, a guy on the bike with a dog running by his side, everyone carrying on as normal, while she was sat there, stuck in the past, unable to go and seek out a very large part of that right there in the here and now.

He was in Ireland.

At last.

It was all she’d wanted for fifteen years.

“Oh, for the love of the baby Jesus’s mittens! You negotiate with the fiercest men on earth for a living, girl! Grow some fuckin’ balls!” Stubbing her cigarette out angrily, she flung herself from the wide windowsill, exiting her bedroom and heading for a shower.

Abigail Louisa-Marie Maguire had returned.

After showering, she dried her hair, losing her temper at tangling her brush in it, realising she was still panicking, taking a few breaths and continuing with her task. Unlike her teenage self, she didn’t really wear much makeup day to day any longer, just foundation to even out the scars the life she lived had left her with, mascara, bronzer and lip balm (no longer the banana variety, for obvious, ill-fated reasons) which she applied steadily, wanting to look nice.

Lotion, deodorant and perfume followed, Abi dressing in a simple dark green, long-sleeved top, her black skinny jeans and her favourite soft leather boots, picking up her bag and keys, departing her house with another deep breath. Blowing her cheeks out, she looked at her car and decided she’d walk instead, needing the time to calm down again. Besides, the clubhouse was only fifteen minutes away on foot.

With each step, she found herself replaying moments with him on the very street she walked, remembering when she’d climbed the telegraph pole on the right by where the new houses now stood (before, closed down shops) because he’d bet that she couldn’t, the low wall outside someone’s house where he’d sat her, sucking a lovebite onto her neck while his hand had been working magic between her legs, unable to wait until he’d gotten her home to the old warehouse, a further ten minutes on from her current home.

It wasn’t even there any longer, the building sold and levelled to make room for more affordable housing, something she’d found quite upsetting when she’d discovered a good few years ago while home from Africa. The place held so many memories for her, of Monica, of her and her love, of a time before everything went to shit. Rounding the corner, Abi looked up to St Augustine’s church, thinking of Monica and pausing.

“Four pounds, love.” The kindly lady selling flowers outside the gate spoke after Abi had chosen a mixed bunch in pink, her sister’s favourite colour. She handed over the money, heading through the gate and following the path all the way down between the older graves, some dating as far back at the eighteen hundreds, their once pristine veneer weathered by time and erosion, the epitaphs only just about legible. Coming through to the rear, she nodded and smiled at a few locals who recognised her, taking the path left over to where the newer graves were located, heading to the angel monument. Her mother and father had wished for something grand for their eldest.

“Hey shit face,” she chirped, crouching down. Shit face and twat head. How the girls teased one another, but with nothing but love. Abi could still barely believe it when she read the carved marble; Monica Kerry Maguire, beloved daughter of Michael and Bridie, devoted sister of Abigail, born February 22nd, 1973, passed 9th July, 1993. Eternally loved, forever missed. Until we meet again in god’s kingdom.

She always had to smirk at that, since she very much doubted it was where any of them were heading. Monica had been responsible for the deaths of at least twelve people by the time she’d hit twenty, after all. “Here, brought you some pretty flowers, so I have. Not so useless after all, am I?” She snorted softly with laughter, taking the vase from the bottom of the headstone over to the nearby tap and filling it, remembering her sister’s many and varied accusations of her uselessness.

‘How could you fuck up boiling an egg, Abi? Useless!’

‘You’ve dyed it all pastel blue because you put your jeans in there to wash as well. Whites and colours go separately. Useless!’

‘For heaven’s sakes, you’re not supposed to paint the skin, too! Give me that, Christ. Just go pay the lady who does nails at the hairdressers to paint your toenails, save making yourself look like you’ve got toe rot. Useless!’

Abi only ever wore one colour of nail polish, black or nothing at all, hence the toe rot comment as she’d haphazardly given herself a pedicure, her sister moving in with a handful of acetone-soaked cotton wool and hauling her feet into her lap to make a much tidier job of it.

“I’ve got better at the laundry and the nail painting, but I’m still useless in the kitchen,” she confessed, arranging the flowers and sliding the vase back into its slot. “I’d kill for a plate of your lasagne. I can’t do it. The pasta remains raw and the cheese burns. I’m such a shit show!” she laughed softly, kissing her thumb and pressing it against the white marble. “Bloody miss you so much, Mon.”

Closing her eyes, she saw it, the British soldiers taking aim as a balaclava donned Monica swung her own rifle round and fired, too late, a shot blowing her straight in the chest. She heard her own scream of her sister’s name, lying flat upon the roof as she’d felt horror flood her, a tingling, prickling cold wave, Monica lying lifeless in the street as she’d taken aim, firing a round straight into the neck of the man who’d shot her dead. He'd gasped and gurgled, dropping to his knees, Abi witnessing him die with triumph in her broken heart before running from the scene, jumping from rooftop to rooftop to avoid arrest, hiding out up in the fields for an hour, screaming in grief.

She thumbed at the corner of her eyes, shaking her head. “I know, I know. I've had long enough to deal with you being gone. You’d only kick me up the arse and tell me to pull myself together, if you were here now. I’ll come see you again, before I go. Love you.” She rubbed the marble affectionately, standing to leave, the sunshine peeking out from behind the clouds as she exited the church gates once more, lighting herself a cigarette, the clubhouse within her view.

Nearing the building, she felt her heart thundering, pausing on the corner by Ashby’s to finish before walking around. No bikes. Hmm. Turning back, she knew Mo would likely be able to tell her where the lads were, entering the shop, the little bell above the door signalling her presence, a dark-haired woman at the counter turning around. Now there was a face she hadn’t seen for years.

“Abi?”

She nodded. “Aye. Hi, Gemma. I didn’t expect to see you here, too.”

Crossing the floor, she opened her arms, giving her a hug. “Well, I didn’t expect to be either, sweetheart. Couldn’t very well let them come all this way without me, though.”

Abi smiled knowingly. “You still rule the roost, then? No surprise there.”

“You’d better believe it.” Resting her hand on her shoulder, she shook her head a little. “God, you look just like Bridie. How is she?” Gemma had adored her mother when they’d met on their last trip, just as she had her daughter.

“She’s well, aye.”

“And you?”

Abi half shrugged. “Not bad, yeah.” She dropped her head when Gemma saw right through it, laughing a little.

“The fact your hands are all shaky is contradictory to that statement. I know why, too. He isn’t here right now, off with the others on club business, they’ll be back later this afternoon. Fancy a drink?”

Abi nodded. “That’d be grand.”

“Abi, here. On the house,” Maureen spoke, lifting a bottle of Jameson from the shelf, Abi walking over and leaning across the counter to hug her, kissing her cheek. “Good to see you, darlin’.”

“Yeah, you too, Mo. Can you do me twenty Benson too, please? I’m paying for those, though.” She pointed at the cigarettes with a smile, Maureen taking the packet out and Abi passing her a ten pound note. “Keep the change. How’s Trinity?”

“Aye love, she’s well. Off doing the deliveries with Cherry. I’ll see you later on, no doubt. Oh, hold on.” She vanished into the back of the shop, returning after a few moments with two tumblers, handing them over, she and Gemma leaving to go and sit at one of the outdoor tables by the clubhouse. They sat down, Abi pouring out the measures, taking a cigarette Gemma offered to her with thanks, the women who didn’t know each other well but had a genuine fondness for what they did know catching up on everything they’d gone through since their last meet sixteen years before.

“You took out seven of them, on your own?” Gemma gaped, sipping her drink.

“Aye. Well, me and an M16 did. I wasn’t having a lick of that nonsense, I fired on them before my guys were even stepped foot out of the car. I warned them if they crossed me, that’s what they’d receive. I don’t enjoy repeating myself,” she revealed, after speaking of when a handover deal had almost gone very, very wrong eight years ago.

“He’d be proud of you, you know.”

“My da?”

“Well, yes,” Gemma began, flicking her cigarette ash into the small, round receptacle between them, smiling knowingly. “But in this case, I was referring to Chibs.”

Abi was confused for a second, until the slang dawned on her. “Oh, that’s what they call Filip now, because of the...” she trailed off, pointing at her cheeks, Gemma nodding. “Aye, I’d like to think so.” At just the mention of him, Gemma noticed her hands beginning to quiver all over again. While she had the measure of Chibs’ feelings for Abi, she could only guess that the blonde, Irish beauty before her had matching stirrings over him. But still, she asked.

“He seems to have quite the effect on you, even after all this time,” she began, reaching to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Just how in love with him were you, darlin’?” Gemma asked, Abi sipping her drink, sighing as their eyes met across the table.

“Stupidly, crazily, insanely in love with him. And I still am. That man, he was the sun in my day, and the moon and stars in my night. He’ll never not be, either.”

Gemma smiled, cocking her head. “He spoke similarly of you, you know. On the plane over, when it was just me and him awake, the others all sleeping.”

Curiosity piqued her immediately. “What did he say?”

She smiled as she remembered their discussion. “He said, and I quote, if his love for you was a fire, all the water in the world wouldn’t be capable of putting it out.” Something shunted her straight in the heart, hearing those words. He wasn’t particularly profound in that way, all except in his parting words to her, so it took her aback, to hear what he’d told Gemma relayed to her by the lady herself. It made warmth tingle through her, to hear he still felt the same. “You look surprised.”

“I am,” she confessed. “He doesn’t express himself so deeply. It was always gestures with Filip. I mean, he told me he loved me all the time, of course he did, but that? That’s next level for him.”

Gemma drew on her cigarette, exhaling the smoke down her nose. “You’re right, he isn’t. His actions have always spoken louder than his words.”

How right she was. “Anyway, this has wondered into overly sentimental territory,” Abi spoke, Gemma quick to rectify.

“Yes. So, big cock?”

She snorted laughing, topping up their glasses. “Aye. And he knows exactly how to use it.”

Gemma nodded, clinking glasses with her. “I thought as much. He fills out those jeans pretty well. And god bless a man with a weapon he damned sure knows how to wield. Nothing worse than a guy with nice, big dick who does nothing but punch your cervix harder than Sugar Ray Leonard.”

Her words had Abi in soft fits, stubbing out her cigarette, remembering. The only time Chibs ever left her sex pain was from the amount of times he’d fuck her in one night, and not because of how he gave her his cock. “I’ll drink to that, Gemma. Cheers.”

They tapped glasses, sinking the rest of their whiskey, Gemma quick to refill. In the distance, her ears picked up on the roar of motorcycles, Abi suddenly feeling tingly all over, sharing a look with Gemma and sinking her drink. “Oh, Jesus.”

“Time to see your man, baby.”

He wasn’t, though. Not anymore. Abi felt her nerves colliding within her like an out of control F1 car, turning to watch the bikes come roaring past, picking him out, her heart turning over like a puppy bounding much too quickly down a steep hill. Oh, god. There he was. She was frozen to the seat beneath her, time seeming to slow down as he dismounted the bike, pulling his helmet, gloves and sunglasses off, staring straight at her.

He could barely believe it, that he was looking at her again after so long, his brain almost calling trickery on his eyes. She’d changed so much, but god, how beautiful she still was, and that smile... he felt his heart tingle pleasantly at the way she smiled. His insides swirled like a tempest, thoughts tumbling through his head, but nothing sticking. He was too overcome at seeing her again to even form cohesive thought.

The swarm of butterflies that flew through her belly almost knocked her sideways. Especially when he smiled back, beginning to walk to her. Abi wasn’t even aware of the forces that acted upon her rising from her seat and putting one foot in front of the other, her entire time with him flashing before her eyes. God, he was still so handsome. Time had been kind to him, in fact, the nearer they drew, the more she saw he was even better looking than she remembered.

Her head was blank, devoid of anything, knowing a few of his crew were paused, watching them near one another, her heart beating so fast, she almost felt faint. Or was that just him, the man who she had no idea what to say to. She wanted to tell him everything, but could formulate nothing.

And then there he was, right in front of her.

His hands reached down, cupping her face. “Hello.” He sounded bewildered, like he couldn’t really believe that she was right there in front of him.

She bit her lip, her smile spreading wide. At last, at last, at last. “Hi.” Reciprocating the gesture, she stroked his cheeks, her thumbs traveling the lines that had been bloodied and fresh, the last time he’d been before her, now faded indents, of a time so long ago. He leaned to her, resting his forehead to hers, no further words needed as they fell into a kiss.

That was the moment, after fifteen long, lonely years without one another, their hearts bloomed from black and grey, back to full colour once more.

After all the agony they had suffered in being parted from each other, no two people were more deserving of such an effortless reunion. Then again, true love did always have a way of bringing two people who were meant to be back to one another.

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archronova · 1 year

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Kemaren normal loo.. dinyalain beberapa hari, eh giliran abis di install GNS3 + aktifin VT Technology nya malah muncul stop code yang klo dibaca sekilas karena memory.

Lalu penasaran.. ku lihat lah memorynya.

Merk Sama, Size Memory juga, Type apa lagi... Ooo ada yg beda antara 2400T ama 2666V. ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

Lalu, copot salah satu.. Dan nyatanya nyegerin.

Yang perlu dicari penyebabnya adalah :

Kok bisa kemaren kemaren normal ini jadi ngga.. Apa tak system restore aja ya?

Mari kita coba.

. . .

Ternyata ngga aada backup nya, walhasil Memory dialokasikan ke komputer lain yang lebih membutuhkan. Komputer ini nanti di planning buat upgrade 1 slot RAM memory 8GB dah

#Troubleshooting #Error Memory

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deanna-nanindra · 1 year

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Di Sela Skripsian

Nulis bab 1 aja butuh sebulan lebih dikit. Harusnya si gak rumit, cuma karna gue takut salah struktur + dospemnya agak lola + separo bulan puasa gue gak tidur sama sekali, jadi ya gitu :')

Bulan April full buat bab 1 dan gue udah berenti (mungkin sementara) nulis artikel di kantor semenjak niat dedikasi tahun ini buat lulus dari BSI. Astaga. Tapi lumayan si pengalaman 5 bulan jadi SEO Content Writer.

A knee way... gue pikir skirpsi bakal gampang: ambil referensi dari internet, ngikut teori orang, analisis-analisis, kelar. But no... hari ni gue dah duduk depan laptop, mungkin dari abis jam 12 siang, sampe jam set 12 malem, dan cuma dapet 3 baris definisi linguistik buat bab theoretical framework. Like... :')

Gak heran si minus sama silinder mata gue jadi lebih cepet parah.

Dulu mungkin 2 tahun masih bisa gue toleransi. Sekarang liat orang jarak 3 meter aja udah burem gak tau itu siapa awkwk.

Lebaran kemaren harusnya udah bisa ganti lensa. Tapi lensa kan mahal y bang y. Plus gak ada tunjangan apa-apa gue. Dapet notif cuma ucapan maaf lahir batin doang dari segelintir orang yang masih tau gue hidup. Dah.

Cape si hampir tiap waking hour selalu depan hp sama laptop. Tapi kalo gk kayak gitu gk kelar kerjaan. Istirahat sebenatr paling keluar pas malem, jalan ke warung sambil nengoking bintang yang sebenernya juga gk bisa gue liat. Burem soalnye 😌

Dari bulan Maret kemaren gue udah mau nulis ini sebenrnya; tiap gue keluar bulan pas banget lagi terang. Beberapa malem sempet nembus jendela gue yang ditutupin plastik buat nahan air ujan.

Dari yang bener-bener bulet, separo, sampe sabit tipis. Momennya pasti pas banget lagi terang + gk ketutupan awan.

Abis itu gue selalu kepikiran: andai aja gue punya mata normal, gue bakal bisa nimatin itu pemandangan. 'Cuz it really does frustrate me tiap liat ke atas dan yg gue liat cuma bintik-bintik burem dan buletan terang yang gk jelas.

Kalo gue bisa nikmatin langit malem yang gak ketutup awan, mungkin stress gue gara-gara skripsi bakal berkurang dikit.

And to solve that problem, gue mencoba untuk meredakan stres gue dengan bikin spotify playlist yang isinya bikin tinitus gue makin parah, kayak:

Lumayanlah tiap skripsian mesti jejeritan biar gak ada beban ketinggalan. Karna ini draft kudu kelar pertengahan Juni yang mana itu bulan depan. Gusti! Dan gue masih stuck di bab 2 + bab 1 gue masih di dospe, belom di revisi. Lord, give me strength.

BTW, pake Bing termyata lebih gak lemot ketimbang Chrome yang astaghfirullah RAM gue berasa tinggal 200 MB doang, sialan.

#curhat #skripsi #Spotify

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🍃🕊🍃 Imam Hasan (as), a brief look into his Life

🍃 (This is) an account of the Imam after the Commander of the faithful, peace be on him, the date of his birth, the evidence for his Imamates the period of his succession, the time of his death, and the place of his grave. (It also provides) a brief outline of the reports about him.

The Imam after the Commander of the faithful, peace be on him, was his son al-Hasan, the son of the mistress of the women of the worlds, Fatima, daughter of Muhammad, the Lord of messengers, may God bless him and his pure family. (Al-Hasan's) kunya was Abu Muhammad. He was born in Medina, on the night of the middle day of the month of Ramadan, three years after the hijra (624).

His mother, Fatima, peace be on her, brought him to the Prophet, may God bless him and his family, on the seventh day in a silken shawl from Heaven, which Gabriel had brought down to the Prophet, may God bless him and his family. He named him Hasan and sacrificed a ram for him (in the ceremony of aqiqa).

[It is reported by a group (of authorities), including Ahmad b. Salih. al-Tamimi on the authority of Abd Allah b. Isa, on the authority of Jafar al-Sadiq b. Muhammad, peace be on him;]

Al-Hasan, peace be on him, was the most similar person to the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family, in form, manner and nobility.

[It is reported by a group (of authorities), including Ma'mar, on the authority of al-Zuhri, on the authority of Anas b. Malik, who said:]

No one was more like the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family, than al-Hasan b. Ali, peace be on them.

[Ibrahim b. Ali al-Rafi'i reported on the authority of his father, on the authority of his grandmother Zaynab, daughter of Abu Rafi' - and Shabib b. Abi Rafi' al-Rafi'i on the authority of those who told him - she said:]

Fatima, peace be on her, brought her two sons, al-Hasan and al- Husayn, peace be on them, to the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family, at the time when he was suffering from the sickness from which he died.

“Apostle of God,” she said, “these are your two (grand) sons. Give them something as an inheritance.”

“As for al-Hasan,” he replied, “he has my form and my nobility. As for al-Husayn, he has my generosity and my bravery.”

Al-Hasan b. Ali, peace be on him, was the testamentary trustee (wasi) of the Commander of the faithful, peace be on him, over his family, his children and his followers. He bequeathed him to look after his position and (the position of) his taxes (sadaqat) and he wrote him a covenant (of succession) which is well-known. His testamentary trusteeship is obvious in terms of the outlines of religion, the essential characteristic of wisdom and good-breeding. A great number of scholars have reported this trusteeship and many of the men of understanding have realised the truth of this through his (attitude to) the world.

🍃 Al-Hasan's Succession to the Caliphate and his Abdication 🍃

When the Commander of the faithful, peace be on him, died, al- Hasan addressed the people. He reminded them of his right (to authority). The followers of his father pledged allegiance to him in terms of fighting those he fought and making peace with those with whom he made peace.

[Abu Mikhnaf Lut b. Yahya al-Azdi reported: Ashath b. Suwar told me on the authority of Abu Ishaq al-Sabi'i and others, who said;]

Al-Hasan b. Ali, peace be on them, addressed the people towards dawn on the night in which the Commander of the faithful, peace be on him, died. He praised and glorified God and blessed the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family. Then he said:

There has died tonight a man who was the first among the early (Muslims) in (good) actions. Nor did any later (Muslims) attain his level in (good) actions. He used to fight alongside the Apostle of God, may Allah bless him and his family, and protect him with his own life. The Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family, used to send him forward with his standard while Gabriel supported him on his right and Michael supported him on his left. He would not return until God brought victory through his hands.

He, peace be on him, has died on this the night on which Jesus, son of Mary, was taken up (to Heaven), on which Joshua, son of Nuh, the testamentary trustee (wasi) of Moses, peace be on him, died. He has left behind him no gold and silver except seven hundred dirhams of his stipend (ata'), with which he was intending to buy a servant for his family.

Then tears overcame him and he wept and the people wept with him.

Then he continued:

I am the (grand) son of the one who brought the good news. I am the (grand) son of the warner. I am the (grand) son of the man who, with God's permission, summoned (the people) to God. I am the (grand) son of the light which shone out (to the world) . I am of the House, from whom God has sent away abomination and whom God has purified thoroughly. I am of the House for whom God has required love in his Book, when God, the Most High, said: Say: I do not ask you for any reward except love for (my) kin. Whoever earns good, will increase good for himself [ XXXIII 33 ]. The good is love for us, the House.

Then he sat down.

Abd Allah b. al-Abbas, may God have mercy on him, arose in front of him and said:

People, this is the son of your Prophet, the testamentary trustee (wasi) of your Imam. So pledge allegiance to him.

The people answered him saying:

No one is more loved by us nor has anyone more right to succession (khilafa).

They rushed forward to pledge allegiance to him as successor. That was on Friday on the eleventh of the month of Ramadan in the year 40 A.H. (660). Then he assigned (the posts of) the tax collectors and he gave instructions to the governors (of the provinces). He sent Abd Allah b. al-Abbas to Basra. He took charge of all the matters.

When Mu'awiya b. Abi Sufyan learnt of the death of the Commander of the faithful, peace be on him, and the people's pledge of allegiance to his son, al-Hasan, peace be on him, he sent a man of secretly to Kufa and a man from Banu al-Qayn to Basra. They were to write reports to him to undermine affairs for al-Hasan, peace be on him. Al-Hasan, peace be on him, learned of that. He ordered the Himyari to be brought out from among (the tribe) of Lakhm in Kufa. He had him brought out and executed. (Al-Hasan) wrote to al-Basra, ordering the Qayni to be brought out from among the Banu Sulaym. He was brought out and executed.

Then al-Hasan, peace be on him, wrote to Muawiya:

You sent men to use deception and to carry out assassinations and you sent out spies as if you want to meet (in battle). That is something which will soon happen so wait for it, if God wills. I have learnt that you have become haughty in a way that no wise man would become haughty. In that you are just as al-Awwal described:

Say to him who desires the contrary of the one who has died: Prepare for another like him, as if (from the same) root.

I and the one among us who has died are like the one who goes in the evening so that (the other) may come in the morning.

Muawiya replied to him with his letter, which there is no need to mention. There followed between him and al-Hasan, peace be on him, correspondences messages and disputes regarding the right of al- Hasan, peace be on him, to authority and the unlawful seizure of power of those who came before his father, peace be on him, and of Mu'awiya's attempt to strip the nephew of the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family, from his authority and of their (the House's) right to it apart from them. (All these) matters would take too long to describe.

Muawiya set off towards Iraq. When he reached the bridge of Manbij, al-Hasan, peace be on him, reacted. He sent Hujr b. Adi to order the leaders of Amman to set out and to call the people together for war.

They were slow to (answer) him and then they came forward. (Al- Hasan) had a mixed band of men: some of them belonged to his Sh'ia and to his father's: some of them were members of the Muhakimma (i.e. Kharijites) who were influenced by (the desire of) fighting Muawiya with every means (possible); some of them were men who loved discords and were anxious for booty; some of them were doubters; others were tribal supporters who followed the leaders of their tribes without reference to religion.

He set off until he came to Hammam Umar, then he went on to Dayr Kab. He stopped at Sabat, just before the bridge and spent the night there. In the morning, he, peace be on him, wanted to test his followers and make their situation clear with regard to obedience to him, so that in that way he might be able to distinguish his friends from his enemies and be in a clear mind (about his position) to meet Mu'awiya and the Syrians. He ordered the call to be made:

The prayer is a general one (which all should attend) (al-salat jamia).

They gathered and he went up on the pulpit and addressed them. He said:

Praise belongs to God whenever a man praises Him. I testify that there is no god but God whenever a man testifies to Him. I testify that Muhammad is His servant and His apostle whom He sent with the truth and whom He entrusted with revelation, may God bless him and his family. By God, I hope that I shall always be with God's praise and kindness. I am the sincerest of God's creatures in giving advice to them.

I have not become one who bears malice to any Muslims nor one who wishes evil or misfortune tor him. Indeed what you dislike about unity (jama'a) is better for you than what you like about division. I see what is better for you better than you see for yourselves. Therefore do not oppose my commands and do not reject my judgement. May God forgive both me and you and may He guide me and you to that in which there is love and satisfaction.

[He reported:]

The people began to look at one another and asked each other, “What do you think he intends by what he has just said?

“We think that he intends to make peace with Muawiya and hand over the authority to him” they answered.

“By Gods the man has become an unbelievers they declared and they rushed towards his tent. They plundered him to the extent that they even took his prayer mat from under him. Then Abd al- Rahman b. Abd Allah b. Ja'al al-Azdi set on him and stripped his silk cloak from his shoulder. He remained sitting, still girt with his sword but without his cloak. He called for his horse and mounted it. Groups of his close associates and his Shia surrounded him and kept those who wanted (to attack) him away from him. He said:

Summon (the tribes of) Rabia and Hamdan to me.

They were summoned to him and they surrounded him and defended him, peace be on him, from the people. A mixed group of others went with him (as well). When he was passing through the narrow pass of Sabat, a man of Banu Asad called al-Jarrah b. Sinan caught hold of the reins of his mule. He had an axe in his hand. He cried:

God is greater (Allaku akbar)! You have become a polytheist, Hasan, just like your father became a polytheist before.

Then he stabbed him in the thigh. It penetrated right through to the bone. He seized (al-Hasan) by the neck and they both fell to the ground. A man from al-Hasan's Shi'a called Abd Allah b. Khatal al- Tai; pulled the axe away from his hand and struck him with it in the stomach. Another man called Zubyan b. Umara attacked him, struck him upon the nose and killed him. Another man who had been with (al-Jarrah) was caught and killed.

Al-Hasan, peace be on him, was carried on a stretcher to al- Mada'in where he was lodged with Sa'd b. Masud al-Thaqafi. The latter was the governor of (Ali), the commander of the faithful, peace be on him, there and al-Hasan had confirmed him in that position.

Al-Hasan, peace be on him, was distracted by his own (discomfort) and with treating his wound. (In the meantime) a group of the tribal leaders wrote secretly to Mu'awiya offering to accept his authority (lit. to listen and obey). They urged him to come to them and they guaranteed to hand over al-Hasan, peace be on him, when they got to his camp, or to kill him treacherously.

Al-Hasan, peace be on him, learnt of that when a letter came to him from Qays b. Sa'd, may God be pleased with him. He had sent Qays with Ubayd Allah b. Abbas (to go on ahead) when he had set out from Kufa to meet Muawiya and to drive him out of Iraq, and make himself a commander of a unified people (jama'a). He had said to Ubayd Allah:

If you are struck down, then the commander will be Qays b. Sad.

Qays b. Sad's letter arrived informing him that they had stopped Muawiya at a village called al-Habubiyya opposite Maskan. Then Muawiya had sent to Ubayd Allah b. Abbas, urging him to come to him and offering him a million dirhams, half of which he would give him immediately, and the other half on his entry into Kufa. Ubayd Allah had slipped away in the night with his close associates to (join) Muawiya's camp. In the morning the people found their leader missing. Qays b. Sa'd, may God be pleased with him, said the prayer with them and took charge of their affairs.

Al-Hasan's awareness of the people's desertion of him increased, (as did his awareness) of the corrupt intention of the Muhakkima (the Kharijites) against him, which they made obvious by cursing him, accusing him of disbelief, and declaring that it was lawful to shed his blood and plunder his property. There remained no one to protect him from his unfortunate predicament except the close associates from his father's Shia and his own Shia, and they were a group which could not resist the Syrian soldiers.

Muawiya wrote to him about a truce and peace treaty. He also sent him the letters of his followers in which they had guaranteed to kill him treacherously or to hand him over. He offered him as many conditions as he wanted, to answer his (call) for peace and he gave his (sworn) covenant by whose fulfilment everybody's interests would be served. Al-Hasan, peace be on him, did not trust him. He was aware of his deception and his attempts at assassination.

However he could find no escape from assenting to his demands to abandon the war and bring about a truce because of the weakness of his followers' understanding of his right, their corrupt attitude towards him and their opposition to him. (In addition, he was aware) of the view of many of them in declaring it lawful to shed his blood and to hand him over to his rival. (He also knew) of his cousin's desertion (of him) and his joining his enemy, as well as the inclination of the people towards the immediate present and their reluctance (to show concern) for the future.

Therefore he, peace be on him, bound himself (in a treaty) with Muawiya as a result of the confirmation of the proof (of his situation) and with the excuses before God, the Most High, and all the Muslims, of what had taken place among them. He stipulated:

That the cursing of the Commander of the faithful, peace be on him, should be abandoned and the practice of using the personal prayer (qunut) in the formal prayer (salat) (as prayer) against him should be set aside;

That his Shia, may God be pleased with them, should be given security and that none of them should be exposed to any evil; That each of them who had certain rights should attain those rights.

Muawiya accepted all that and made a treaty with him to observe that. He swore to him that he would fulfil it. When the truce had been concluded, Muawiya went on until he reached al-Nukhayla. That was on a Friday; he prayed the mid-morning prayer (duha al nahar) with the people, and he addressed them. In his address, he Said

By God, I have not fought against you to make you pray, nor to fast, nor to make the pilgrimage, nor to pay zakat. Indeed you do that (already). I fought so that I might have power over you and God has given that to me when you were reluctant to (obey) Him. Indeed I have been requested by al-Hasan, peace be on him, (to give him) things and I have given things to him. All of them are now under my foot. And from now on I will not fulfil anything.

Then he went on until he entered Kufa. He resided there for several days. When the pledge of allegiance by its inhabitants had to be carried out, he went up on the pulpit and addressed the people. He mentioned the commander of the faithful, peace be on him, and that he had taken from him and from al-Hasan, peace be on him, what he had taken.

Al-Hasan and al-Husayn, peace be on them, were present. Al- Husayn, peace be on him, rose to reply but al-Hasan, peace be on him, took him by the hand and made him sit down. Then he, himself, (al-Hasan) arose and spoke:

O you who mention Ali, I am al-Hasan and Ali was my father. You are Muawiya and your father was Sakhr (Abu Sufyan). My mother was Fatima and your mother was Hind. My grand father was the Apostle of God and your grandfather was Harb. My grandmother was Khadija and your grandmother was Futayla. May God curse him who tries to reduce our reputation and to diminish our nobility, who does evil against our antiquity and yet who has been ahead of us in unbelief and hypocrisy.

Groups of the people in the mosque shouted out: “Amen, Amen”

When the peace between al-Hasan, peace be on him, and Muawiya was concluded in the way we have mentioned, al-Hasan, peace be on him, left for Medina. He resided there, restraining his anger, staying close to his house, and awaiting the command of his Lord, the Mighty and High, until Muawiya had completed ten years of his administration. (Then) the latter decided to have the pledge of allegiance given to his son, Yazid, (as his successor).

He communicated secretly with Ju'da, daughter of al-Ash'ath b. Qays- she was the wife of al-Hasan, peace be on him - to urge her to poison him. He gave an undertaking to her that he would marry her to his son, Yazid, and he sent her a hundred thousand dirhams. Juda gave him the poison to drink but he lingered on sick for forty days. He passed along his (final) road in the month of Safar in the year 50 A. H. (670).

At that time, he was forty-eight years of age. His succession (to the Imamate) had been for ten years. His brother and testamentary trustee (wasp), al-Husayn, peace be on him, undertook the washing and shrouding of his body, and buried him with his grand mother, Fatima, daughter of Asad b. Hashim b. Abd Manaf, may God be pleased with her, in (the cemetery) of al Baqi.

Reports of the Cause of the Death of al-Hasan, Peace be on him, and of Mu'awiya Poisoning him, the Story of his Burial and the Actions and Statements Concerning that.

[Isa b. Mihran reported: Ubayd Allah b. al-Sabb'ah told us: Jarir told us on the authority of Mughira, who said:]

Muawiya sent to Juda daughter of al-Ashath b. Qays:

I will arrange for you to marry my son, Yazid, on condition that you poison al-Hasan.

He also, sent her a hundred thousand dirhams.

She did that: she poisoned al-Hasan, peace be on him. (Mu'awiya) gave her the money but did not marry her to Yazid. Instead he gave her a man from the family of Talha as a substitute. The latter gave her children. Whenever any argument occurred between them and the clans of Quraysh, they would revile them saying:

Sons of a woman who poisons her husbands.

[Isa b. Mihran reported: 'Uthman b. Umar told me Ibn Awn told us on the authority ot 'Umar b. lshaq, who said.]

I was with al-Hasan and al-Husayn, peace be on them, in the house. Al-Hasan, peace be on him, came in from outside and then went out again. He said:

I have been given poison to drink several times but I have never been given poison like this. A bit of my liver has come out of my mouth and I began to turn it over with a stick I had.

Who gave you the poison to drink, al-Husayn, peace be on him, asked him, and what do you want for him? Do you want him killed? If he may remain as he is, then God will be more terrible in His vengeance than you. It he may not remain as he is, then I should like to be free of any blame.

[ Abd Allah b. Ibrahim reported on the authority of Ziyad al- Makhariqi, who said:]

When death was close to al-Hasan, peace he on him, he summoned al-Husayn, peace be on him, and said.

My brother, I am leaving you and joining my Lord. I have been given poison to drink and have spewed my liver into a basin. I am aware of the person who poisoned me and from where I have been made a subject to this deceitful action. I will oppose him before God, the Mighty and High. Therefore by the right I have with regard to you, say nothing about that and wait for what God, the Mighty and High, will decide concerning me.

When I have died, shut my eyes, wash me and shroud me. Then carry me on my bier to the grave of my grandfather, the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family, so that I may renew my covenant with him. After that take me to the grave of my grandmother, Fatima daughter of Asad, may God be pleased with her, and bury me there.

My brother, the people will think that you intend to bury me with the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family. For that reason, they will gather to prevent you from doing it. I swear by God that you should not shed even your blood into the cupping-glass in (carrying out) my command.

Then he made his testamentary bequests to his family and his children. (He gave him) his heirlooms and the things which the Commander of the faithful, peace be on him, had bequeathed to him when he had made him his successor, had declared him worthy to occupy his position, and had indicated to his Shia that he was his successor, and set him up as their sign-post after himself.

When he passed on his (final) journey, al-Husayn, peace be on him, washed and shrouded his (body). Then he carried him on his bier. Marwan and those of the Banu Umayya who were with him had no doubt that they would try to bury him beside the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family. They gathered together and armed themselves. When al-Husayn, peace be on him, approached the tomb of the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family, with (the body of al-Hasan) so that he might renew his covenant with him, they came towards them with their group. 'A'isha had joined them on a mule and she was saying:

What is there between you and me that you should allow someone I don't want to, to enter my house?

Marwan began to recite:

O Lord, battle is better than ease.

(Then he went on:)

Should Uthman be buried in the outskirts of Medina and al-Hasan be buried alongside the Prophet, may God bless him and his family? That will never be while I carry a sword.

Discord was about to occur between the Banu Umayya and the Banu Hashim. Ibn 'Abbas hurried to Marwan and said to him;

Go back to where you came from, Marwan. Indeed we do not intend to bury our companion with the Apostle of God, may God bless him and his family. But we want him to be able to renew his covenant with him by visiting him. Then we will take him back to his grandmother, Fatima, and bury him alongside her according to his last instructions concerning that. If he had enjoined that he should be buried alongside the Prophet, may God bless him and his family, you know that you would be the least able to deter us from that. However, he, peace be on him, was much too aware of God and His Apostle and the sacredness of his tomb to bring bloodshed to it as others have done (who) have entered it without his permission.

Then he went to A'isha and said to her:

What mischief you bring about, one day on a mule and one day on a camel! Do you want to extinguish the light of God and fight the friends (awliya') of God? Go Back ! You have been given assurance against what you fear and have learned what you wanted (to know). By God, victory will come to this House, even if it is after some time.

Al-Husayn, peace be on him, said:

By God, if there had been no injunction to me from al-Hasan, peace be on him, to prevent bloodshed and that I should not even pour blood into a cupping-glass in (carrying out) his command, you would have known how the swords of God would have taken their toll from you, you have broken the agreement which was made between you and us, you have ignored the conditions which we made with him for ourselves.

Then they went on with (the body of) al-Hasan, peace be on him, and they buried him in (the cemetery of) al-Baqi' beside his grandmother, Fatima daughter of Asad b. Hashim b. 'Abd Manaf, may God be pleased with her.

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Kitab al Irshad (The Book of Guidance)

Pages 279 - 289

By Sheikh al Mufid

Translated by I.K.A Howard

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Paper back, I.S.B.N 0-940368-11-0

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Ram: I'm a princess *rolling round* 😺

Abi: I'm not surprised...but I found it really cute *baby girl*

Ram: felling shy and crying at the same time

Abi: 😏

@bromance-minus-the-b @boochhaan @fangirlshrewt97 @doodlesofthelastpage @jrntrtitties @rambheemlove @rambheemisgoated @rambheem-is-real @ramcharanobsessed @ramcharanloverforever-blog @fadedscarlets @stanleykubricks @stuckyandlarrystuff @ssabriel @jeonmahi1864 @celebrrration @hufhkbgg @burningsheepcrown

#jr ntr #ram charan #charak #rambheem #Nannaku Prematho #Abiram #Ram #Ram is Abi's baby girl #and also his 'Princess'

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i get self conscious about talking too much about sims but then i think on how some people make careers on youtube based on just the sims soooooooo. apparently in the sims 4 theres a spell that lets you duplicate yourself and i was like "haha thats funny ill duplicate ram" and i did and promptly forgot about ram 2 until abi met her while on a date (that was going really poorly due to the fact that another one of her girlfriends found her while she was dating) and i got really excited and tried to make ram 2 abis girlfriend eventually i got ram 2 (or remmy) to move onto the lot and decided that she was rams evil clone. the most notable thing shes done so far is drown a dude in a pool, take pictures of his lifeless body and sell them on etsy for like probably 2 bucks considering how ass she is at photography.

#also i hate to admit this but my first thought was whether or not ram and remmy could woohoo #turns out they cant because theyre marked as sisters #sims 4 finally answers the question of whether or not its ethical to fuck your clone #also the cloning is great because the clone keeps all the stats of the original #so you could have a brand new sim with the same high skills as your old one

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rambrandt-the-painter · 1 year

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Yeah they're gay. Keep scrolling

#for real tho i really like the idea of abi and ram getting close romantically

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PROPHET MUHAMMAD (PBUH)’s BIOGRAPHY : The Battle of Uhud.Part7

The Prophet Kills Ubayy b. Khalaf

It was before the Battle of Badr.

While the Messenger of God was walking around the battlefield, he said, “This is where Abu Jahl is going to be killed; this is where Utba and this is where Umayya, this is where such and such person is going to be killed. I am going to kill Ubayy b. Khalaf with my own hands.”

The cave on Uhud in which the Prophet took shelter

As the Prophet informed people in Badr, Abu Jahl, Utba and Umayya b. Khalaf were killed by mujahids in the places that had been shown by the Prophet. Only Ubayy b. Khalaf remained. He was one of the notables of the Quraysh. Whenever he met the Prophet, he said, “O Muhammad! I have a horse. I feed him with sixteen kilos of corn every day. One day I will kill you riding it.”

The Prophet answered this unruly and stupid man as follows:

“I will kill you inshaGod.”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 89. ]

Ubayy b. Khalaf went to Uhud in order to take the revenge of Umayya, his brother, who had been killed by the mujahids in Badr, and in order to kill the Prophet, by swearing that he would do it.

It was when the Messenger of God was walking up to Shi’b.

Ubayy was seen going toward Shi’b. He was on the horse that he fed sixteen kilos of corn every day. He was approaching the Prophet with looks of revenge in his eyes. When the Companions noticed him, they wanted to confront and kill him. However, the Messenger of God said, “Let him come.” While approaching the prophet, this unruly polytheist said, “O Muhammad! If you survive, I will not survive!”

When the Messenger of God heard what he said, he got very furious. He walked against his opponent with his spear, and with solemn and terrifying steps. Ubayy was astonished. He started to run away when he saw the terrifying walking of the Prophet. The prophet followed him and shouted, “Where are you going? You liar!”

Ubayy could not save himself by running away. The Prophet threw his spear at him. It hit the part of his body between his helmet and armor. Ubay fell off his horse mooing like a cow.

The polytheists took him away; he was wounded. No blood was coming out of his wound. He could not bear the pain. From time to time, he said to his friends, “By God! Muhammad killed me!”

His friends did not take what he said seriously; they tried to console him by saying his wound was not very important. However, Ubayy realized that he was not going to survive. He said to his friends, “In Makkah, he said to me, ‘I will kill you.’ I swear by God he will kill me only by spitting on my face.”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 89. ]

Ubayy b. Khalaf died by saying, “I am thirsty; I am thirsty!” Thus, another miracle of the Prophet about the future came true by the permission of God.

Those who had Vowed to Kill the Prophet were all Killed

It was when the Muslims started to disperse.

Four unduly polytheists, Abdullah b. Shihab az-Zuhri, Utba b. Abi Waqqas, Abdullah Ibn Kamia and Ubayy b. Khalaf, came together and vowed to kill the Prophet.[ Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 4, p. 125. ]

The Messenger of God prayed God against those polytheists: “O God! Do not let any of them live more than a year.”

Sa’d b. Abi Waqqas said:

“I swear by God none of those who wounded the Prophet lived more than a year.”

Ibn Shihab, one of those four people, was bitten by a white spotted female snake and died.

The Prophet himself killed Ubayy b. Khalaf with his own hands.

Hatib b. Abi Baitah killed Utba b. Abi Waqqas.

Ibn Kamia, who had wounded the Prophet’s face, went to see his sheep to Makkah after Uhud. He found his sheep on the highest hill of the mountain. When he wanted to stop his sheep, a ram attacked him and tore him into pieces by tossing him with its horns repeatedly. [ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 89; Balazuri, Ansab, Vol. 1, p. 324; Ibn Sayyid, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 13. ]

Abu Sufyan Calls out

The army of the polytheists was withdrawing slowly. Abu Sufyan, the commander, walked around the battlefield and approached the mujahids on the rocks. He called out, “Is Muhammad among the Muslims?” He repeated his question three times but the Prophet said to the mujahids, “Do not answer.” Then, Abu Sufyan asked, “Is Abu Bakr among you?” the Messenger of God did not allow them to answer. This time, the leader of the Qurayshis said, “Is Umar not among you?” the Prophet did not want them to answer this question, either. Thereupon, Abu Sufyan turned to his men and said, “All of them were probably killed. If they had been alive, they would have answered me.”

After his last sentence, Hazrat Umar could not put up with it anymore; he stood up and called out, “You are lying, O enemy of God! All of them are alive and here.”

Then, the following conversation took place between Abu Sufyan and Umar:

Abu Sufyan: “May the fame of Hubal be high!”

With the order of the Prophet, Hazrat Umar said, “God is the greatest and highest.”

“We have Uzza but you don’t!”

“Our Master is God. You have no master.”

“We defeated one day and we were defeated one day.”

“We got sorry one day and we laughed one day. We killed Hanzala for Hanzala and such and such a person for such and such a person.”

“We are not the same as you. Those of us who were killed are in Paradise now. Those of you who were killed are in Hell.”

This time, Abu Sufyan got to the point and said to Umar, “O Umar! Tell me for God’s sake! Did we kill Muhammad?”

Hazrat Umar:

“No. By God, you did not kill him. Now he is listening to what you are saying now.

Abu Sufyan, who relied on Hazrat Umar, believed that the Prophet was alive. While he was about to leave, he shouted:

“We promise to confront you and fight you in Badr next year.”

Hazrat Umar looked at the Messenger of God. He waited for the Prophet to express his view. When the Prophet said, “It is all right. InshaGod that place will me our meeting place”, Hazrat Umar answered,

“It is all right!”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 99-100; Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 48; Tabari, Tarikh, Vol. 3, p. 24. ]

The Prophet Walks among the Martyrs

When the enemy left the battlefield and set off to Makkah, the Prophet walked down the rocks with the mujahids.

He walked among the martyrs whose bodies were on the ground but whose spirits traveled in the high realms.

His heart was full of grief. If he had not had the comfort provided by belief in qadar, the scene could not have been observed. He had lost his most distinguished Companions. The Qurayshi polytheists had treated the martyrs wildly. They had torn most of them into pieces; some of them could not be recognized.

He stood among them.

He watched the deplorable scene with grief for a while and said, “I will witness on the Day of Judgment that those martyrs sacrificed their lives in the way of God.”

Then, he turned to his Companions and said,

“Wrap and bury them with their blood! Those who fight in the way of God and get wounded, will come to the Gathering Place with their wounds bleeding. The color of their blood will be blood color but the scent of their blood will be the scent of musk.”[Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 103-104; Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 13-14.]

The Prophet next to the Body of Hazrat Hamza

Hazrat Hamza, the prophet’s uncle, the heroic Companion, was among the martyrs.

His stomach had been cut open, and his liver had been removed; his nose and ears had been cut off; his dead body was in pieces. It was difficult to recognize him.

When the Messenger of God saw his blessed body, he became so sad and felt so much pain that he started to cry.

He had never been seen so sad. He stood by the body of “Sayyid ash-Shuhada [Master of the Martyrs]” who was a monument of courage.

He addressed Hamza in tears:

“O Hamza! Nobody has ever suffered and will suffer such a misfortune! There cannot be a bigger misfortune than this one for me!

“Oh Hamza! The uncle of the Messenger of God! O Hamza who did good deeds! O Hamza who protected the Messenger of God! May God show mercy on you! If it had been necessary to mourn after you, I would have given up being happy and have mourned for you!”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 101-102; Ibn- Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 13-14; Halabi, Insanu’l-Uyun, Vol. 2, p. 360. ]

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