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behoright · 1 year

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smitten l f. andersen

shorty, would you join me for one night?

summary: freddie wakes up next to a lovely stranger, and he really can't remember how you got there.

wordcount: 3.2k

song: pretty kitten - dua saleh

warnings: 18+ - minors dni! smut and sexual situations. tw: unprotected sex (oops), bruises and hickeys, mention of partying, alcohol and hangovers.

a/n: barely proofread. wrote it today - ig I was in a freddie mood. to anon who asked about him - hope you like this!

︎ ︎ ︎⠀¡ 🎀 ׄ 𓄼⠀⠀.⠀⠀︎ ︎ ︎⠀¡ 🎀 ׄ 𓄼⠀⠀.⠀⠀

“Oh, my fucking head.”

Freddie’s eyes blinked open early, thanks to the lovely tension that wrapped his head tightly. It was so painful that he felt like even blinking made his temples spasm in pain.

It took him a second for Freddie to place himself in space and time. The last thing he remembered was winning the game, the Canes’ first stadium series game, and going out with the team. They all went to a bar together, or, was it a club?

That’s when things started to become blurry for him. Considering Jarvy forced everyone to start drinking in the locker room, he wasn’t surprised.

Freddie wasn’t a huge party guy, but he had fun when it was called for.

Not usually like this, though, he thought.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten blackout drunk.

The pounding in his head and slight recoiling in his stomach quickly reminded him why. He laid in bed, his eyes still adjusting to his room, waiting for any flashbacks of the night before.

Nothing.

Thankfully, he recognized his room, a tiny bead of sunshine seeping through the crack in his curtains. He must have been really wasted considering that, from what he could see, he left the bathroom light on and his clothes were all over the floor.

Even if he wanted to, Freddie felt like he couldn’t move. He wanted to grab a pillow and bury his head in it until he fell asleep.

That is until he went to reach over for one next to him and ended up grabbing…you.

Freddie’s heart jumped as soon as he recognized a head of hair on the pillow next to him, his hand retrieving dramatically.

This, he really had no recollection of.

He attempted to puzzle everything together.

At closer inspection, the clothes on the ground were not only his. Your purse and heels thrown half haphazardly on the chaise that sat in the corner of his room.

“Oh, fuck.” he chuckled. He hadn’t had a night like this in a while. In longer than he liked to admit.

He watched you, mesmerized, as you turned onto your back and slowly opened your eyes.

“Uh, hi. Good morning.”

“Hello.” you said, quietly, looking up at him.

Your sweet voice prompted something in the player’s head, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on. Suddenly, he had just a taste of memory from last night. Maybe… talking to you somewhere?

He sighed, coming to terms with the harsh truth. He might never remember what happened.

“I, uh. I’m sorry.” he said, rubbing his face in his hands. “I, I don’t remember a single thing from last night.”

“Yeah, we were pretty drunk.” you uttered.

“Do you remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” you chuckled, watching his face light up slightly. “I remember enough.”

“Did we, um?” he asked, gesturing at the room.

You could only nod, sitting up and covering your bare chest with his sheets.

“Okay, that explains the, um, you know, the clothes and all.” he said, eyeing your body move under the blankets.

Freddie quickly opened his nightstand drawer just to find, to his horror, his stash of condoms untouched.

Shit.

Well, it was too late now to do anything about it, he thought, looking back at you.

Who was this? Who was this beautiful woman, and how did she end up in his bed?

“I hope I didn’t, um, do you anything, that you didn’t…”

You turned towards him more, finding that worried gaze, shaking your head before he even finished.

“Oh, thank god.” he sighed. “I-, I was afraid that, you know…”

“No, no. I definitely came here of my own volition.” you said, putting your hand on his arm as reassurance. “The parts I remember were, uh. They were fun.”

“Oh, okay, good.”. Freddie looked down, blush spread all over his face.

From what he could piece together, despite the growing hammering in his head, was that you were both almost equally as drunk.

The rest was still unclear.

But you didn’t seem repulsed, or disgusted, or afraid of him, and that was a good sign in Freddie’s books. Because after all, even if he couldn’t remember it, that meant he had managed to get you naked, and it had felt good enough to disregard any use of protection.

Drunk Freddie had great taste but poor choices, he thought to himself, before letting out a big, belly laugh.

“This is so fucked.” he exclaimed.

“I know! I never, really, do this, so. I understand.” you sighed, laughing along with him.

“Oh, fuck it.” he said, extending an arm to you. “C’mere.”

He wrapped his forearm around your shoulders, letting your head fall with a sigh on his bare chest. He obviously knew you were naked, but it didn’t hit him until he felt your soft skin come in contact with his under the sheets. A tiny spark went off in his head, the memory of the feeling of your body slowly coming back to his senses.

“I can see why I came home with you.” he said.

“Yeah?” you asked, looking up at him. “I’m not a regret? You’re not kicking me out?”

“No, no. Stay.” he said. “But only because I don’t remember anything. I need someone to help me put together what the fuck actually happened.”

“Oh, I see! So I’m only allowed to stay here for memory purposes only.” you chuckled.

“Absolutely.” he said. He thought you couldn’t tell, but it was quite obvious Freddie’s eyes had locked on your lips as you two kept the banter going.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t think I remember much more than you. I don’t believe I’m going to be too useful in that department.”

“Perhaps I should kick you out, then. What am I going to do with you?”

“Right, right. Nothing. Maybe I should go.”

Freddie didn’t even let you finish the sentence before his grip tightened against your body, bringing your face closer to his.

“You’re too warm right now. If I let you leave, I’ll get cold and stuff, so. I do need you to stay here. Cuddling purposes only.” he said, winking at you.

“I think I can be a good cuddler.” you said, placing your cheek on his shoulder.

“So far, so good.” he uttered, his gaze never leaving your face. “But maybe you could get a little bit closer.”

Your scooched closer, hooking your leg around his hip, bodies flushed and touching. As soon as your thigh met his hips, however, it was impossible not to feel his morning wood.

“You’re hard.” you said, boldly, looking back up at him.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” he stammered. “Sometimes, you know, that’s awake earlier than I am. I’m really sorry.”.

Freddie went to adjust your leg, attempting to move it away, before you stopped him.

“No more cuddles?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” he said.

“I don’t mind. It’s okay with me.”

“It, it might get worse with your leg, you know, moving on top of it like that.”

“My leg is on it, isn’t it?” you said, slowly applying a tiny amount of pressure. “Is it bothering you? I can move.”

“No, no, no, that’s okay.” he spewed out, perhaps a bit too hurriedly. “It feels kinda good, actually.”

“Oh, it does?” you asked, moving your leg up his length now, with more pressure now.

“Hey!” he laughed, throwing his head back. “Come on, now. Yeah, yeah, that feels good.”

“I mean I’m just getting comfortable!” you chuckled. “I want to make sure I give the best cuddles, since this is why I’m here.”

He kept laughing, his chest moving as he threw his head back into the pillows, before finding your sparkling eyes looking up at him again.

“Oh, you’re doing great. Yeah, those are…” Freddie’s voice lowered as he brought his face close to yours, the tip of your nose touching his. “...they’re great cuddles.” He whispered against your mouth before pressing his lips into yours.

Feeling your tongue run down his bottom lip, Freddie parted his lips, letting you in his mouth and letting more memories play front center in his mind.

He could immediately remember first tasting you, the taste of you and the drinks mixed on his tongue as the cool winter breeze hit his face.

You moved closer to him, your leg clenching on his hard cock, bringing him back to the present.

Freddie pressed his hand against your cheek as he brought you somehow even closer as your kiss grew wetter and more heated.

There was no fighting for dominance, your tongues lapping at each other, interlocking and twisting while your lips rubbed harshly the more turned on you both began to get. You were moving so smoothly, stroking his member steadily with your soft thigh, making Freddie ant more and more. It took one moan out of him for you to straddle him, his lips never leaving yours.

“You’re wet.” he said, his eyebrows shooting up as soon as your pussy sat flush on his dick.

“Yeah, I mean, sometimes that’s awake befo-”

“Shut up!” he exclaimed, jokingly pushing at your arm.

Now that you were on top of him, Freddie could see the evidence from the night before, along with how beautiful your body was.

Marks covering your velvet skin, from your neck all the way down to your lower belly.

He ran his calloused fingers down your abdomen, staring agape at the dark bruises that adorned your skin.

“It was all you.” you said so quietly, it was almost a whisper.

“I-, I don’t usually do this.” he said, keeping his eyes on the clusters of marks as you rolled your hips hard onto him.

“Well, it felt really good.” you moaned, your head lolling back as you began to rub your wet cunt up and down Freddie’s cock.

He let out a quiet moan, his fingertips grazing upwards until they found your now exposed neck. He traced the burgundy lovebites gently as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Keep rolling your hips like that, fuck.” he moaned. “Like that, baby, yeah.”

As you picked up the pace, your juices wetting his pulsating cock, you looked back down at him. Freddie’s freckles on his chest were highlighted by the redness that now covered him, his breathing picking up exponentially faster.

The mix of his cum from the night before mixed with your arousal made both of your sexes slick and slippery with desire, allowing your clit to glide smoothly on his member. You would both moan louder whenever your swollen nub would reach Freddie’s head, the palpitations of your lust sending shockwaves all throughout your bodies.

And Freddie thought this was so fucking hot.

“Oh, fuck me.” he said, letting his fingers through his hair. “You’re making me throb like crazy.”

He could feel your thighs clenching from the desire, almost beginning to tremble, as you started to lose yourself on top of him. Your warm fingers were now placed firmly on his lower abdomen, right where Freddie was starting to feel the pleasure build up briskly. He loved that you weren't necessarily riding his faster, but instead letting your weight go more and more on top of him, letting that delicious pressure heighten the feeling.

Freddie could feel your entrance slide on him, and it was starting to become unbearable. He sat up, wrapping your arms around your low back, finding your hazy eyes as you didn’t quit your movements.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Freddie whispered into your lips. “You’re driving me crazy. baby.”

You almost fell onto him, your glistening and plump lips bouncing against his over and over in a series of aggressive and sensual kisses. If there was a lack of dominance before, it had now turned into a messy and sloppy fight of a makeout session, constantly interrupted by little hasty pecks. The thought of letting you completely overtake his mouth made Freddie’s cock twitch against your swollen cunt.

“I can’t take this anymore, baby.” he said, his biceps easily picking you up and throwing you, face down on his mattress.

He swore he heard a little giggle as you hit the sheets, your ass slily sitting up and back for him. The quick movements made Freddie’s headache worsen, the room moving slightly; he didn’t know if it was his hangover or how turned on you had him, but he frankly only cared about one thing.

“You’ve had your fun for now, you minx.” he said, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance.

Freddie’s fingers grabbed your ass harshly as he bottomed out inside of you, his bottom lip tucked tightly beneath his teeth. His body covered in goosebumps rapidly as he felt his pubic hair touch your ass.

As he started thrusting he suddenly remembered filling you up in the same way the previous night. He remembered your hair tightly in his grip as he buckled his hips into yours over and over again, the sweetness of your moans sounding just how they did right now.

He began moving, slowly, in and out, letting his precum coat every inch of your walls.

“Oh, yes, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.” he groaned.

Freddie was a big man overall, towering way higher than you, and that translated to all of his body. You could feel the places inside you that had been touched by his cock the night before, traces of his touch marking you still. No matter how wet and ready you were for him, it was still a compact fit, his cock tightly snug inside you.

A big part of Freddie’s weight was resting on your ass and lower back, his strong forearms tensed as he pushed you down into the mattress and fucked himself deep into you.

It wasn’t enough.

He wanted to be closer to you, deeper.

And the more he pushed in, the louder it ripped moans out of you.

He could be really rough, as you vaguely remembered, but it was clear that Freddie had a shy, more reserved side, even as he started to pick up the pace. He only let go of his unyielding grip on you to gently reach over and turn your head to the side so your cheek was pressed against the mattress.

“No muffled sounds, baby.” he groaned, positioning himself back onto you. “I want to hear you.”

Just like that, he started hitting you harder, his swollen and leaking head tapping at your cervix by now.

“Oh, oh my god.” you moaned. The angle and pressure of his hands pushing your stomach down were creating a turmoil of pleasure in your hips. He was strong, but it was hard to keep from squirming back into him.

Seeing you struggle to keep your movements down caused Freddie’s cock to grow harder within you, almost jolting against that spot that made you quiver in pleasure every time.

He couldn’t believe this was unfolding right below his eyes. The mixture of pleasure, pain growing deeper in his head and straight frustration made his skin flush somehow deeper. The fact that he could only remember small moments from the night before was making him cramp with discouragement. He woke up next to a drop dead gorgeous girl, who was somehow already naked, funny, and sweet, and he couldn’t remember how he got her there.

Something about it made him thrust more aggressively.

It was hard and hot, and he didn’t feel good, he felt dehydrated and overheated, but at the same time, he was totally overwhelmed by your aura and your body, desire tingling within him.

“Oh, god.” he moaned. “I don’t even know your fucking name, and I-”

“Keep going, baby. Please fill me deeper. I want more.” you moaned, his hips rhythmically slapping against your ass.

It felt so dirty and primal to him, the fact that he could see and feel the spots he had been around the night before, even if he didn’t remember it. You were so close that his thighs were rubbing against yours, fully, both of your skins reddening at the stimulation.

Freddie was conflicted between focusing on it all or choosing to fixate on his balls slapping against your wet clit, your thighs quivering against his, your moans or your walls clenching tightly against his cock. The back and forth between it all and the memories of last night playing over again in the back of his head made his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head, legs twitching so hard that he brought his chest to your back, moving his grip to your hips. Your sweat mixed together whenever you both heaved, now moving in unison as your bodies were fully in contact again.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to fill you up.” he moaned. “Oh, oh, this is, this not-”

There was a part of him that remained responsible; a part that knew that this was a very bad idea. But the pleasure had taken over, derailing whatever common sense he had left. He let his head fall in the crook of your neck, moving his face fully into your hair. The writhing of your body beneath him felt like ecstasy, the soft skin of your ass rubbing against his pubic bone. Every time he trusted deeper inside you, his chest would slide all the way up your back. He had you completely engulfed in his frame, his arms locking you tightly flush against his body.

“Oh, baby.” he moaned, right before a series of curses tumbled from his mouth as he felt your pussy flutter around him, slowly beginning to crumble in his arms.

Your orgasm hit so deep, his cock pounding into you, that you failed to control or hold back any moans, all of it pouring out of you at once. Feeling you tremble so hard in his arms, Freddie wasn’t far behind.

He buried his face all the way in your hair, letting your smell overcome him as he shot thick ropes of cum inside you, his big thighs tensing against you. He couldn’t help but squeeze you tighter and tighter, craving to feel your quivering body against his as you kept coming around his twitching member.

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both stayed immobile, his body growing heavy around yours.

“Oh, my god.” you whispered.

Freddie couldn’t help but chuckle, his arms eventually releasing you as he sat up, letting his cock grow soft inside your warm, cum filled pussy.

“You’re so beautiful, by the way.” he said, running his fingers through your hair to find your flushed face looking for him already. “Oh, my god, indeed.”

Your laughs turned into simultaneous whimpers he pulled his cock out of you before coming to sit next to you.

Freddie’s eyes traveled down your body as he trailed his fingers up and down your back, right until you had enough energy to sit up and find him with a kiss.

“Fuck.” he said, eyes staring deeply into yours. “This is going to be embarrassing but…. what’s your name?”

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bailey41 · 6 months

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Wolfwren Week 2023: Day 5 Band/Musician AU

I was thinking about the cover for Dua's new single, "Houdini," but that tongue thing was gonna be hard! In its place are parts Beck Hyperspace, and one Steely Dan album, cuz the title was irresistible. Colored and marbled 180gm LPs and EPs only, pls.

So Sabine got into a little substance abuse in high school, and musicianship and voice lessons helped with her recovery. Shin, the love of Sabine's life (obv), tinkered with guitars, her dad's Roland, and marinated in a vat of co-dependency until one of them had to leave for college.

They both grew up, glowed up and signed a 2-album deal with Universal after Shin graduated. They now live happily in Provincetown when they aren't on tour, and have a saluki, a husky and a tabby named Murley. Shin is still obsessed with DJ Spooky and developed an Hermès habit when the royalties kicked in. (She is the very proud owner of two Kellys, a Birkin in ostrich, and a vintage, oversized canvas one she got in Antwerp for 650 EUR after a gig. That's the story she gave Sabine anyway—and the price goes down with every telling.)

The also share a shrink, a Dr Huyang, who was born in British Hong Kong. He drives out from Boston once a month.

Photographer: Sylve Colless for the NLB image.

#wolfwren #wolfwrenweek #wolfwrenweek2023 #sabine wren #shin hati #wolfwren au

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hit-song-showdown · 10 months

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Year-End Poll #72: 2021

[Image description: a collage of photos of the 10 musicians and musical groups featured in this poll. In order from left to right, top to bottom: Dua Lipa, The Weeknd and Ariana Grande, The Weeknd, 24kGoldn, Olivia Rodrigo, Doja Cat and SZA, Silk Sonic, Olivia Rodrigo, Lil Nas X, Justin Bieber and Daniel Caesar and Giveon. End description]

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In 2021, the charts started to open up again after the lockdowns, but we're mostly seeing how this is affecting newer up-and-coming artists. Olivia Rodrigo's Driver's License was notable for shattering streaming records upon its release, making Rodrigo the first female artist since Carrie Underwood to have a single debut at number one. With her debut album, Sour, the trend of music of the 2020's playing homage to previous decades will continue. Good 4 U is obviously inspired by the pop punk of the early 2000's. The Weeknd's Save Your Tears continues the synthwave influence of his fourth album, After Hours. Levitating, like most of Future Nostalgia, is nu-disco. And Silk Sonic, a musical project conceptualized by Bruno Mars and Anderson .Paak with assistance from funk legend, Bootsy Collins, obviously takes influence from the funk and Philadelphia soul sound of the 70's. I like how the final decade in this series feels like a look back at the previous years we've covered. It's like everything is coming full circle.

But the 2020's isn't just made up of homages to the years prior. As far as trends to look towards, obviously TikTok is going to have a major say in what reaches the charts (I believe almost all of the songs listed trended at some point). Could be a chicken and egg thing, since obviously songs that are already popular are going to be more widely used on the app. But as we'll come to see, TikTok will also help to bring songs to the forefront that otherwise wouldn't have charted. Lyrically, the music of the 2020's pop scene also seems more introspective than the start of the previous decade. This works well with the lean towards the "bedroom pop" sound, but even the uptempo dance songs bring up queerness, depression, therapists, and anxiety. Whether these songs handle these topics well is another debate I don't feel like having, but it speaks to a shift in both awareness as well as self-image.

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pro-royalty · 3 months

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Dua Lipa x Training Season (Single Cover)

#dua lipa #training season #cover #beauty #tyrone lebon #photography #lisa eldridge #makeup #peter lux #hair #pro-royalty

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weirdfanaus · 2 years

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Little Black Dress

Summary: during the YSL beauty event, a handsome stranger catches your eye.

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7w92dT0GKS36eXKkBVcQZp?si=52badc9d6034405c

Words: 2.8k

Pairing: Hyunjin x female!reader

Rating: Mature, contains smut

Warnings: mentions of alcohol.

masterlist | ao3

a/n: this is literally me trying to calm my thoughts about Hyunjin and Felix going to the YSL beauty event, the way they acted through their whole stay in Paris and also once again writing a story set in Paris, because this is not the first time...

also please excuse any possible mistakes, english is not my first language :)

also special thanks to Luca, for helping with my writing playlist, this fic wouldn’t be here without you

You looked at the women before you and how they clinked their glasses together and mumbled in French about the men around them.

You were so bored at this table, even though you had the translator by your side who kept you company.

You had been a fashion influencer since the pandemic hit with the help of Instagram and Tik Tok. You were so grateful for all the experiences you were able to get through your platform and with the help of your supporters, but now you were just bored and it wasn’t even nine.

Even after being on the cover of various magazines and modelling for famous companies that you had only dreamed of possibly being able to buy any of their products, you could not comprehend how you made it into YSL’s beauty event in Paris for the launch of Dua Lipa’s Libre perfume.

You wore such expensive clothes that you couldn’t identify your usual self. You felt so expensive. The jewellery, the makeup, the little black dress, they all helped you feel like that. It was a moment that you only used to dream about.

Your hair was bound at the back of your neck with a black bow, and your dress was almost see-through, a soft flowy fabric that reached your mid-thigh. The sleeveless dress, only held on your shoulders by thin straps, didn’t help your chills due to the open windows. The weather was not the best in the city of love. And the river right under the balcony was not helping either, so you sat right by the door and tried to focus on the good part of all of this. The experience

Your thighs and high boots were the ones that helped in any way.

You played with your rings, hoping to calm your anxiety. It was still early and there were still a lot of people due to come, from artists to designers from all around the world.

Even with a still-growing fanbase of 10 million followers on Tik Tok, you feel small among such great people.

Your glass of champagne was almost empty and looking at it made you even more anxious about the whole thing. You looked at it for a long time and then rose from your place to start to walk around the place.

Looking at everyone who was either smoking or taking pictures on the balcony, you thought you would do the same, but you felt tired. You took your pictures when you arrived; they just needed some editing and would be ready to be up online tomorrow, but some videos were soon to be filmed for your Tik Tok. Regardless, everything else was solved, and all you had to do was enjoy your time, sip some champagne, and find some interesting people to talk to.

"Single and ready to mingle," you murmured to yourself as you approached a young man carrying a tray of champagne glasses. You thanked him with the only phrase you knew in French, nodded and started walking around the place, trying to not look lost.

With a glass in your hand, you just decided you should just stand somewhere you weren't in anyone’s path and took out your phone and started to record around the place, right when two men walked in with another one at their heels.

They looked flawless, right out of a magazine. They acted calm. Nothing could disturb them, not even the photographers that started to call them in certain places to get a good picture of them.

You didn’t know any of them, but you were captured by their natural beauty. They seemed out of a fairytale. Both of them were dressed fully in black, as most of the people present there were. One of them wore a black shirt with a low cleavage and silver buttons that climbed down his torso and met at his waist with a black belt and pants. His shoes helped him gain some height but didn’t make him look bad.

The other one... he was the one that took your breath away when you looked into his eyes, just for a moment. You felt it down in your bones that he would be the talk of the night. He had a strand of hair that hung right over his eyebrow, while the rest of his hair was pulled back by gel.

It felt like his clothes were just there. While usually with designer clothes, they wore you, you didn’t wear them. He was dressed so simply, but he still stole the breath of everyone who even dared to look his way.

The man paired a black suit jacket with a simple shirt and suit pants, all of the same colour. The boots he wore were maybe as tall as his friend's, and they helped him gain everyone’s attention. A great number of accessories adorned his body, be it piercings in his ears, the small necklace around his neck or the YSL brooch on his chest pocket.

In every picture he did, he wore a smirk on his face that could make your feet turn into jelly. He smiled at you, somehow feeling that you were watching him carefully. That happened while he moved his eyes off of you, but not only after giving your whole body a head-to-toe scan. He stared for more than a second at your neck, an act that made you reach for the necklace there and hold it, somehow wanting to cover your exposed skin from his sight.

You held your phone close to your chest when someone came to you to ask you something in English, and that took you out of your dreamy moment with the handsome stranger.

The night was still young and everyone was drunk.

Your possible fifth glass of champagne was on the table. You had given up on it long ago and were waiting for the dessert to come so you could leave because your head started to throb and your feet hurt.

The flight you took to get here had a four-hour delay, and the beauty sleep you could’ve taken in your hotel room’s bed, you took in a make-up artist’s chair. Everything hurt, and the jet lag started to get to you.

The dance floor was in full swing though; you would’ve joined if everything didn’t hurt and you were more drunk. But a headache plus a sleepless night plus jelly legs didn’t equal something good, so you were satisfied with watching from the sidelines.

You took enough pictures to even start a scrapbook about this experience or even spam your feed for weeks to come, but you couldn’t do that. Your fans would get bored easily. But the pictures were good, the videos were incredible, and you would soon have to once again either buy more cloud storage or delete old stuff, maybe cooking videos off Tik Tok.

You were starting to get hot. As the sky darkened and the party unravelled, the liquor was poured and the temperature inside the penthouse skyrocketed. You went from being extremely cold to being incredibly hot.

So, in hope of taking a breath of fresh air, you went on the balcony, hugged your arms in hope to protect yourself from the chill Parisian air and admired the city in all its splendour. At night.

"Are you okay with taking a picture?" Someone put a hand on the small of your back while saying that in small, broken English. You turned to them, confused, and came face-to-face with the same man you had been thinking about the whole night.

"I’m Hyunjin." He gave you his hand as a way to introduce himself and slightly bowed, showing respect through his culture.

"Y/N L/N."

He now stood before you just the same as before, maybe a hair in a different position, but everything was the same. He was perfection; you couldn’t understand how he could manage that.

You looked at his eyes, dark brown, and realised you couldn’t identify the pupil from the iris.

Possibly your long silence made him confused about your attitude and whether or not you understood what he said. So you regained yourself and managed to smile and give him a small "Yeah, yeah, of course."

The other boy introduced himself as Felix in the same manner and offered to take your picture.

The hand he put on the small of your back made you focus on trying to stay calm, and the only way was to focus on the red phone in his hands and focus on the apple logo on it.

You tried to smile as much as you could, and before you could register what was happening, the man behind the camera asked you: "Would you like me to take a picture with your phone too?"

You looked at him long and hard and shortly realized that the moment you should have had your phone on you, you didn’t.

"I didn’t bring my phone with me. Can you airdrop it to me if there isn’t any problem?"

"Yes, yes, sure." He moved to start typing on his phone. You stopped him by saying.

"Aren't we taking pictures too?" You asked his friend, who shook his head in reply, smiling and spoke to his friend in another language, possibly asking him to take the picture.

Right before his hand was placed on your waist he introduced himself as Felix.

You were even more sensible now. You had him before you. You could look at him with no problem, and admire him with no one asking what you were doing. The time spent by his friend’s side was short; it felt like seconds. He was either incredibly good at taking pictures or you were too lost in your head.

He nodded and gave you the phone to look at the images while he started talking to his friend in their, possibly, native language.

You should’ve learnt more languages when you had the time. Maybe one would’ve helped you identify what they were talking about. Scrolling through the dozens of pictures on the phone, you realised that, fortunately, your reverie state couldn’t be identified in the picture.

"Like any of them?" he whispered right into your ear, and you felt every hair on your body rise. You raised your eyes from the phone screen, and right in front of them were his lips, chapped but still soft looking, the bottom lip bigger than the top one. While trying not to seem creepy by looking at them, you moved to his eyes, dark pools that called you in, to lose yourself.

You tried to compose yourself by putting some space. Luckily, his friend left while you were looking through the photos. You didn’t need to make a scene here. There were cameras everywhere and even if you didn’t know him, someone else might have and it could have caused a scandal. You coughed shortly and handed him his phone.

"If you can wait right here, I will be right back shortly," you said, trying to get to your table as fast as you could, but without seeming like you were excited about going back to the stranger. Not a stranger anymore. Hyunjin. A name that seemed as special as him. You hoped you could understand the meaning behind it someday. But at that moment, you had to get some pictures of him and enjoy his alluring presence more.

When you made it back to the balcony, he was looking at the shining river with his arms on the balustrade and his legs crossed. When he heard your heels, he turned and gave you a smile that you could bet was something he didn’t share with everyone else.

You typed on the screen, and when you finished setting your phone for the airdrop, he silently asked for it by extending his hand. You placed it in his palm and watched him type a number in it, clearly doing something else.

"You can call. I have a special plan with my provider because of all the recent traveling," you mentioned while he took the other phone out and pressed the green button, and only seconds after you watched your number appear on his phone.

"You could've asked for my number, you know?" You joked and he shook his head, somehow embarrassed.

He said, "Not good with talk, sorry," he said, and thought for a while before he started to talk again.

"Want to walk... me and you?"

"You want us to go for a walk? Around the city?" You tried to help him arrange his thoughts into sentences

He nodded in reply, telling you that was exactly what he wanted to ask and silently waited for your approval for such an activity.

"Okay, let me just take my things and we can go."

The door loudly closed behind you, but you didn’t care at all because you had a man that smelled expensive in your arms. Your nostrils loved his smell. You adored everything about him.

After walking for an hour down the Seine, you bought ice cream from a corner shop that was open 24/7. The cashier cursed both of you for the noise you made while deciding who was going to pay for your products. And you laughed some more and stopped in the proximity of your hotel, which turned out to be his too. But the remaining ice cream in your hands made you choose to walk some more. At some point, drops of cream were coming down your chin, and he moved to wipe it, a movement that led to him touching your lips and smearing some of your lipstick.

The streets were then not as loud as they were during the day, but you stood on the sidewalk and not even a car honk could break you out of your trance.

You weren’t shocked when your lips met his. You had a feeling that everything that had happened that night would lead here. To him in your room. His mouth on yours. His taste is on your tongue and his perfume is in your nostrils.

The material of his jacket was soft to the touch, but you easily got rid of it, and it fell on the carpeted floor silently, while your tongues danced like they had known each other their whole life.

Your dress was long gone when your back met the chilly bed sheets. While your body was covered only by high-waisted pants and black stockings, he was almost in a full outfit.

His lips were exploring your skin and playing with your nipples, and yours were letting deep breaths and moans leave them. His hands were all over you, on your bottoms, legs, and calves. You felt like he was everywhere.

His skin was fair; no tattoos or hair covered it. He felt like a sculpture. He looked like he belonged in a museum, not on stage, not on the streets of any city, not even Paris.

When his mouth met your core, you thought you were in heaven. Even his tongue moved with the precision of a dancer, of a painter. His hands continued to cover every inch of your skin, now fully exposed to the air. You didn’t care what else was happening outside that room. You didn’t care about the possibility of someone seeing you spread out on a bed and enjoying your life to the fullest. The lights from outside didn’t blind you when you opened your eyes.

And when his lips met yours and his hips met yours, you felt like flying. He was fully in your bloodstream. You could swear right there right then that you were his and nobody could take you.

Coming off a high was not the end; it didn’t feel in any way like the end; it felt like a promise for more. A promise to come back to this place, fall again, and live. Because you felt alive. You felt out of this world. Your heart was beating too fast while his lips lazily moved over your skin, somehow painting it in his own paint.

Sleep caught you in its grasp slowly after that. His voice lulled you to sleep while he tried to pronounce your name the right way or learn how English words are really said. You couldn’t fully remember the last thing you heard.

But you were sure that the next morning, the bed was empty, your skin was filled with goosebumps, and your phone was filled with pictures of him all around Paris.

And you realized that that night was the best of your life.

Just because of a little black dress, as he told you before he kissed you the first time.

"You know what was the first thing that caught my attention about you?" he asked, milimetres away from your face.

"What?"

"Your little black dress."

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themuslimahblog · 3 months

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I’ll do it when …

I’ll wear my hijab when I am older . I’ll wear that abaya when I am married . I’ll start salah when I stop this sin.Oh tahajjud and fasting voluntarily is for elderly people.

Oh Dearest ,

Allah doesn’t want you to be perfect He wants you to try and keep on trying.

So don’t be shy. Don’t get swayed by shaitan’s whisper. Don’t think what others will think or say about you or how they’ll treat you . Just take the first step. Imagine how pleased Allah will be with your tiny step.Even if it’s shaking and imperfect .

Make dua and start learning about why does Allah wants you to cover and how it’s done the right way while still doing it. Learn why does Allah wants you to pray while praying ever single day . Include one voluntary fast once a month or twice a month . Start getting up at night while rest of the wolf is sleeping and grab your golden ticket to talk to Allah while you’re still young . While you’re still alive . While you can !

#islam #islamicquotes #allah #sisters in Islam #allahﷻ #islamicreminder #islampost

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uma1ra · 10 months

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A list of Duas

"Ya Rahman, Ya Raheem, Ya Rabb al Alameen, I call upon You and I ask You by every Name that You have named Yourself with, revealed in Your Book, taught any one of Your creation or kept unto Yourself in the knowledge of the unseen that is with You,

Allahumma salli wa sallim 'alaa nabiyyinaa Muhammad.

Ya Rabb, make me sincere in this dua.

Please grant me a death with the shahadah on my tongue. Grant me Husn al Dhan billah (good expectations from Allah)- make my end better than what has come before it.

Expand my grave for me and illuminate it with light.

Preserve my record in Illiyeen.

Lighten for me the questioning of the grave.

Grant me death in a state of Ibadah, that is most pleasing to You and resurrect me in the same state.

Keep me free from fear, anxiety and terror from the day of judgement.

Grant my book in my right hand.

Make me among those who show their books to others with happiness.

Make me successful in the Meezan.

Help me cross the Siraat like lightening.

Ya Rabb, grant me barakah of time, health, rizq and productivity

Ya Rabb, grant me opportunities to always facilitate Your Good Work and earn Your Pleasure.

Ya Allah, please do not give away my good deeds to others.

Ya Allah, Protect me, my family and friends from Nazr (evil eye), hasad (jealousy) and sihr (black magic)

Reunite me with my family in Jannah- let me lead our generations to the most beautiful gardens of Al Firdous.

Do not expose my faults in front of others on the day of judgement.

Ya Afu, Forgive the sins that I don't remember and the sins that I didn't even consider as sins.

Grant me a heart filled with tranquility and peace.

Cleanse my heart from malice, jealousy, hatred, self-admiration, show off, envy, arrogance and pride.

Grant me the ability to forgive others.

Grant me soft speech, protect my tongue from lying, backbiting and hurting others.

Grant me beautiful patience.

Grant me with the correct Aqeedah, excellent memory and understanding of the deen with daleel.

Bless my parents, forgive them, Grant them good health and make me a sadaqa jaariyah for them.

Bless my siblings in their marriages. Bind us together with love. Do not let shayaateen break our bond.

Grant all the single Muslims the coolness of their eyes- and partners who will elevate them in both the dunya and the aakhirah.

Grant us righteous children and make them a sadaqa jariyah for us Oh Allah help me leave behind a legacy with humility, allow me to leave this dunya with the best legacies for our offsprings and for others.

Help me understand, write, speak and teach Arabic.

Help me maintain good ties with my relatives.

Help me see my faults and cover it from others.

Allow me to speak with wisdom just like the Prophet peace be upon him.

Bestow me with wealth to spend in your way.

Do not let others humiliate/oppress/mock/take advantage of me.

Help me be courageous, confident and a positive person who makes the correct decisions at the right time.

Grant me modesty in clothing and speech in front of non Mahrams.

Forgive the Muslim ummah -the living and the dead. Bless the Muslims with goodness and grant victory to the oppressed.

Fill our hearts with Emaan.

Oh Allah, accept my deeds.

Ya Allah, O my Allah, Ya Rahman, Ya Raheem, Ya Kareem, Ya Sattar, Ya Gaffar, Ya Qaadir, Ya Sami, Ya Aleem, Al Mujeeb, Ya Allah I turn to you in repentance, in submission. I beg you please fulfill my duas.

Ya Allah Forgive my sins, a complete forgiveness that leaves no trace.

Ya Allah Forgive my transgressions of Your Commands. Ya Allah Grant me victory over my shortcomings

Reform and upgrade me Ya Allah in the best way possible, in the way you know that is best for me.

Ya Allah Accept my duaas, ibaadah & deeds.

Ya Allah Guide me towards performing good accepted deeds for Your Sake only.

Ya Allah Help me to attain khushu', ikhlaas and ihsaan in my ibaadah.

Ya Allah Help me get closer to you as my end draws near.

Ya Allah Make me love You, Your Prophet (pbuh), Your Deen, Your book the Quran, the way it deserves to be loved.

Ya Allah Increase my eeman, tawakkul, yaqeen in You.

Ya Allah Increase me in Taqwa,

Make me of your grateful slaves and amongst the patient ones.

Ya Allah Give me the strength to be steadfast throughout the trials I encounter now and in the future.

Ya Allah Grant me a soft heart & make me content with Your Laws.

Ya Allah Make the Quran be my companion in both worlds.

Ya Allah Guide me to the siraat mustaqeem until my last breath, never be deviated in shirk, kufr or bid'ah.

Ya Allah make clear to me what is the haqq and what isn't, keep me firm upon your Deen.

Ya Allah Make me among the muhsineen, muttaqeen the mukhliseen, the sabiqoon fil, ilm.

Ya Allah Increase me in beneficial knowledge.

I ask of you what Muhammad peace be upon asked you of and I seek refuge in you from what the Prophet Muhammad peace be upon sought refuge from.

Ya Allah Protect me from sicknesses of the heart (envy, arrogance, proudness, show off)

Ya Allah Bless me with happiness in this dunya & akhirah, protect me from sadness, depression and anxiety.

Ya Allah Favour me with the ability to do tazkiyah of my soul throughout my life journey.

Ya Allah Remove the love of this world in its degrees & forms from my heart.

Ya Allah Invite me to Your House to worship You.

Ya Allah Grant me a good end, make me continuously love to meet You.

Ya Allah Make my grave & barzakh a peaceful, cool abode.

Ya Allah Grant me the Shade of your Arsh on Yawmul Qiyaamah.

Ya Allah Give me my record of deeds in my right hand and make my mizaan (scale) heavy with the good deeds.

Ya Allah Grant me the favour to drink from the Hawd Al Kawthar by our beloved Prophet's (pbuh) hand.

Ya Allah Ease my crossing of the Siraat & Qantarah (bridges before Paradise).

Ya Allah Favour me the ultimate bliss of seeing You in Hereafter.

Ya Allah Shield, increase & protect the love/mercy/barakah between me & my spouse for as long as we live.

Ya Allah Improve our behaviour with each other.

Ya Allah Reward my spouse Your best reward for her/his striving for my family.

Ya Allah Make the Quran & Your Commands be our judge in all matters.

Ya Allah Strengthen our practice of the deen together.

Ya Allah Make us join together in bliss in Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah, assist us with physical & emotional strength to be good parents and an excellent example to our children.

Ya Allah Save our children from the impact of our mistakes in their lives.

Ya Allah Bless us with righteous children.

Ya Allah Make our children the coolness of our eyes and make them sawaab-e-jaariya for me & my spouse.

Ya Allah Make them of those who establish Salah and prostrate only to you.

Ya Allah make them Hufaadh, who act upon what they have memorised, and teach it to others. Ya Allah Make our children workers for Your Deen, da'ees, imaams, scholars and shaheeds.

Ya Allah Protect my family from evil, calamities, enviers & the shayaateen from man & jinn.

Ya Allah Protect our children from harm, sicknesses, disbelief, haraam and destruction.

Ya Allah, Protect our youth from the evils and vice in society today. Grant them the ability to recognise Haqq from baatil

Ya Allah Grant our children success in Deen, duniya & Aakhirah & grant us a lineage of righteous offspring until Yawm al Qiyaamah.

Ya Allah Unite our entire lineage in Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah Make them become the reason for our place in Jannah & shield against the Hellfire.

Ya Allah save me & my entire family from the Hell Fire & make us enter Jannah al Firdaus Aa'laa without being accounted.

Ya Allah, you are Al Gaffaar. Forgive my parents.

Ya Allah Reward them in the greatest measures in this dunya & akhirah.

Ya Allah Elevate their ranks and grant them Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah Make me coolness of their eyes in their old age.

Ya Allah Grant my siblings success in this dunya & akhirah.

Ya Allah Elevate the ranks of my parents, spouse's parents, my sisters & brothers, my elders & entire Ummah.

Ya Allah Protect them from illnesses, deceases and difficulties of old age.

Ya Allah Forgive the sins of those who have passed away in my family & the Ummah - young & old.

Ya Allah Grant them a peaceful time in the barzakh till they meet You.

Ya Allah Save us from trials of Dajjal, Yujuj & Majuj & the last Day.

Ya Allah Grant my family & friends who are waiting for the gift of "children" the coolness of their eyes and future leaders of humanity in the Ummah

Ya Allah Unite the hearts of my worldly companions who work for You & strengthen our brotherhood.

Ya Allah Unite the hearts of those undergoing family/marital difficulties.

Ya Allah Grant your perfect cure to those who are sick.

Ya Allah Protect my brothers & sisters across the warzones & from the persecution, rape, slaughter, humiliation.

Ya Allah Relieve their sufferings & elevate their ranks.

Ya Allah Bring the downfall of those (modern day pharaohs) oppressors and relieve those who are deprived, burdened, oppressed, in debt.

Ya Allah forgive me for anything I forgot to mention and give me more than what I intended in the dunya and in the aakhira.

Ya Allah bless the person who forwarded this beautiful dua and make this a source of sadaqa jaariah for them Aameen.

Allahumma salli wa sallim 'alaa nabiyyinaa Muhammad.

Ya Allah, answer our Duaas You are the All Hearing, All Knowing!

Aameen Ya Rabb.

Subhana rabbika rabbil 'izzati amma yasifun wa salamun alal mursalin wal hamdulillahi Rabbil alamin."

#islam #quran #islamic #muslim #islamicquotes #pakistan #islamic group #muslim community #muslim countries #istanbul #dua

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samiiyx · 1 year

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Ya Rahman, Ya Raheem,,Ya Rabb al Alameen. Ya Rabb keep the people who have shared this dua with me in all my dua’s

Grant me death with the shahadah on my tongue.

Expand my grave for me and illuminate it with light

Preserve my record in Illiyeen

Lighten for me the questioning of the grave

Grant me death in a state of Ibadah, resurrect me in the same state

Keep me free from fear, anxiety and terror of the Day of Judgement

Grant my book in my right hand

Make me among those who show their books to others with happiness

Make me successful in the Meezan

Help me cross the Siraat like lightening

Ya Allah, pls do not give away my good deeds to others

Reunite me with my family in Jannah

Do not expose my faults in front of others on the Day of Judgement

Ya Afu, Forgive my sins that I remember, the sins that I don't remember and the sins that I didn't even consider as sins

Grant me a Qalb e Saleem (Sound Heart)

Cleanse my heart from malice, jealousy, hatred, self-admiration, show off, envy

Grant me the ability to forgive others

Grant me soft speech, protect my tongue from lying, backbiting, hurting others

Grant me beautiful patience

Grant me correct Aqeedah, excellent memory and understanding of the deen

Bless my parents, forgive them, Grant them good health and make me a sadaqa jariyah for them

Bless my siblings in their marriages. Bind us together with love. Do not let shaytan break our bond.

Grant all the single Muslims the coolness of their eyes.

Grant us righteous children and make them a sadaqa jariyah for us

Help me understand, write and speak Arabic

Help me maintain good ties with my relatives

Help me see my faults and cover it from others

Bestow me with wealth to spend in your way

Do not let others humiliate/oppress/mock/take advantage of me

Help me be courageous and take correct decisions

Grant me modesty in clothing and speech in front of non Mahrams

Oh Allah help me leave behind a legacy with humility

Forgive the Muslim ummah -the living and the dead. Bless the Muslims. Grant victory to the oppressed. Fill their hearts with Eman.

Oh Allah, accept my deeds

Ya Allah, O my Allah, Ya Rehman, Ya Rahim, Ya kareem, Ya Sattar, Ya Gaffar, Ya Kadir, Ya Sami, Ya Aleem, Ya Zuljalaali Wal ikraam be rehmatika astagis.

Ya Allah I turn to you in repentance, in submission. I beg you please fulfill my duas.

Ya allah Forgive my sins, a complete forgiveness that leaves no trace.

Ya allah Forgive my transgressions of Your Commands & the violations of the rights of people.

Ya allah Grant me victory over my shortcomings

Reform and upgrade me Ya Allah.

Ya Allah Accept my duaas, ibaadah & deeds.

Ya Allah Guide me towards performing good accepted deeds for Your Sake only.

Ya Allah Help me to attain khushu' & ikhlaas in my ibaadah.

Ya Allah Help me get closer to you as my end draws near.

Ya Allah Make me love You, Your Prophet (pbuh), Your Deen, Your Quran the way it deserves to be loved.

Ya allah Increase my eeman, tawakkul, yaqeen in You.

Ya Allah Increase me in Taqwa,

Make me of your grateful slaves.

Ya Allah Give me the strength to be steadfast throughout the trials I encounter.

Ya Allah Grant me a soft heart & content with Your Laws.

Ya Allah Make the Quran be my companion in both worlds.

Ya Allah Guide me to the siraat mustaqeem until my last breath, never be deviated in shirk, kufr or bid'ah.

Ya Allah Make me among the muhsineen, muttaqeen the mukhliseen, the sabiqoon fil ilm.

Ya Allah Increase me in beneficial knowledge.

Ya Allah Protect me from sicknesses of the heart (envy, arrogance, proudness, show off)

Ya Allah Bless me with happiness in this dunya & akhirah, protect me from sadness & depression.

Ya Allah Favour me with the ability to do tazkiyah of my soul throughout my life journey.

Ya Allah Remove the love of this world in its degrees & forms from my heart.

Ya Allah Invite me to Your House to worship You.

Ya Allah Grant me a good end, make me love to meet You.

Ya Allah Make my grave & barzakh a peaceful, cool abode.

Ya Allah Grant me the Shade of your Arsh on Yawmul Qiyaamah.

Ya Allah Give me my record of deeds in my right hand and make my mizaan (scale) heavy with the good deeds.

Ya Allah Grant me the favour to drink from the Hawd Al Kawthar by our beloved Prophet's (pbuh) hand.

Ya Allah Ease my crossing of the Siraat & Qantarah (bridges before Paradise).

Ya Allah Favour me the ultimate bliss of seeing You in Hereafter.

Ya Allah Shield, increase & protect the love/mercy/barakah between me & my spouse for as long as we live.

Ya Allah Improve our behaviour with each other.

Ya Allah Reward my spouse Your best reward for her/his striving for my family.

Ya Allah Make the Quran & Your Commands be our judge in all matters.

Ya Allah Strengthen our practice of the deen together.

Ya Allah Make us join together in bliss in Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah, assist us with physical & emotional strength to be a good parents & example to our children.

Ya Allah Save our children from the impact of our mistakes in their lives.

Ya Allah Bless us with righteous children.

Ya Allah Make our children the coolness of our eyes and make them sawaab-e-jaariya for me & my spouse.

Ya Allah Make them of those who establish Salah and prostrate only to you.

Ya Allah Protect my family from evil, calamities, enviers & the shayaateen from man & jinn.

Ya Allah Protect our children from harm, sicknesses, disbelief, haraam and destruction.

Ya Allah Grant our children success in Deen, duniya & Aakhirah & grant us a lineage of righteous offspring until Yawm al Qiyaamah.

Ya Allah Unite our entire lineage in Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah Make our children workers for Your Deen, hafidhul Quran, da'ees, imaams, scholars and shaheeds.

Ya Allah Make them become the reason for our place in Jannah & shield against the Hellfire.

Ya Allah save me & my entire family from the Hell Fire & make us enter Jannah al Firdaus Aa'laa without being accounted.

Ya Allah, you are Al Gaffaar. Forgive my parents.

Ya Allah Reward them in the greatest measures in this dunya & akhirah.

Ya Allah Elevate their ranks and grant them Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah Make me coolness of their eyes in their old age.

Ya Allah Grant my siblings success in this dunya & akhirah.

Ya Allah Elevate the ranks of my parents, spouse's parents, my sisters & brothers, my elders & entire Ummah.

Ya Allah Protect them from illnesses and difficulties of old age.

Ya Allah Forgive the sins of those who have passed away in my family & the Ummah - young & old.

Ya Allah Grant them a peaceful time in the barzakh till they meet You.

Ya Allah Save us from trials of Dajjal, Yujuj & Majuj & the last Day.

Ya Allah Grant my family & friends who are waiting for the gift of "children".

Ya Allah Unite the hearts of my worldly companions who work for You & strengthen our brotherhood.

Ya Allah Unite the hearts of those undergoing family/marital difficulties.

Ya Allah Grant your perfect cure to those who are sick.

Ya Allah Protect my brothers & sisters across the warzones & from the persecution, slaughter, humiliation.

Ya Allah Relieve their sufferings & elevate their ranks.

Ya Allah Bring the downfall of those (modern day pharaohs) oppressors &

Relieve those who are deprived, burdened, oppressed, in debt.

Ya ALLAH bless the person who forwarded this duas and make this a source of sadaqa jariah for them Aameen..

Ya Allah, answer our Duaas You are the All Hearing, All Knowing! Aameen Ya Rabb.

#islamicreminder #islampost #islam #ramadan #laylatul qadr

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duadaily · 1 month

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Album Singles: Future Nostalgia (2020)

#dua lipa #dlipaedit #dualipaedit #single cover #mine #edits #photoset

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chaptersbycaz · 4 months

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𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰: 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻

introducing the queen on-stage and off-stage, regina!! i really enjoyed subverting a little bit of the popular girl trope with her, so i hope you enjoy learning more about her too!! on we go...

everybody loves regina. with her breathtaking looks, angelic voice and friendly personality, just taking one look at her makes people want to be closer to her. she's everything everyone wants to be, the perfect girl, the ideal.

what most people don't see is that most of it is a facade to cover up all kinds of issues from her past and present, from the never ending list of hearts she has broken to her tense relationship with her younger sister.

but that's one of the last things on her mind. right now, she's all about winning the battle of the bands— something she'll do at all costs.

𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

full name: regina han ji-eun

pronouns: she/her

age: 16 (high school junior)

birthday: march 2

gender: cis female

sexuality: heteroromantic asexual

ethnicity: asian-american (korean)

extracurriculars: art club, vocalist and rhythm guitarist for searching for spade

love interest: hard to keep track

mbti: estp

likes: fresh fruit, dogs, painting, romance dramas, flowers

dislikes: conflict, being single, criticism, bad reputations

height: 5'6 (168 cm)

hair: dark brown, slightly wavy, goes a bit past her chest

skin: warm beige with a warm undertone

eyes: black

noticeable features: hair is always tied with ribbons

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

in order: lady gaga ⋆ marina ⋆ melanie martinez ⋆ hole ⋆ katy perry ⋆ doja cat ⋆ britney spears ⋆ lana del rey ⋆ pinkpantheress ⋆ taylor swift ⋆ ariana grande ⋆ paramore ⋆ sabrina carpenter ⋆ dua lipa ⋆ nicki minaj ⋆ kim petras

𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀! ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

regina is rachel's older sister (more on that later on hehe)

she's an f1 fan and a huge tifosi (ferrari fan)

she sleeps with a sleep mask on and silk pajamas

she can sing, play guitar, drums, piano, and violin

her favorite quick snack is dino nuggets with cranberry juice

she used to be bullied in her early years of schooling, but then became a bully later on and into middle school. she turned over a new leaf freshman year though

oh regina, there are so many things about you.... once again, thank you for reading!! :3

#oc: regina han #stargazer by caz #writeblr #creative writing #oc intro #meet the oc #my wips #my ocs #meet my ocs #chaptersbycaz

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deadcactuswalking · 7 days

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 20/04/2024 (Sabrina Carpenter, Dua Lipa, Perrie Edwards)

Hozier sticks to a second week at #1 on the UK Singles Chart with “Too Sweet” and welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

As always, we start with our notable dropouts, songs exiting the UK Top 75 - which is what I cover - after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40. This week, we actually have a bit of a massacre so we must bid adieu to: “7 Minute Drill” by J. Cole (that one we literally say farewell to, it’s been deleted), “Cinderella” by Future and Metro Boomin featuring Travis Scott, “Make You Mine” by Madison Beer, “CARNIVAL” by Hitler and Goebbels featuring Rich the Kid and Playboi Carti, “Made for Me” by Muni Long, “bye” and “yes, and?” by Ariana Grande, “Would You (go to bed with me?)” by Campbell and Alcemist, assisted by a remix with Caity Baser, “Baby Shark” by Pinkfong, yes, really, “Anti-Hero” by Taylor Swift and finally, even though we all know it’ll be back, “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.

It actually turns out that the most interesting stories here outside of the top 10 and new tracks… are the returning entries, because there are quite a few, they’re quite high and also quite - at least tangentially - related to a cultural event. Firstly, we have the release of a biopic revolving around the late singer Amy Winehouse who has captivated audiences long after death and the recent release of Back to Black, as well as its soundtrack, mostly a compilation of Winehouse’s songs and her influences, has propelled the studio album of the same name to #22 on the album chart whilst giving some of her legacy catalogue a solid boost. The song of the same name, “Back to Black”, had several initial runs from 2007 to 2008, peaking at “only” #25, but returned with stride after her passing to find a new peak of #8 in 2011. At #1 that week was “She Makes Me Wanna” by JLS featuring Dev. The charts don’t always reflect what music actually stands the test of time, let’s just say that. Today, it’s at #51. An even more storied chart run comes in at #44 with “Valerie” by Mark Ronson featuring Amy Winehouse. Ronson’s version largely eclipsed the original Zutons version released the year before. The Liverpool indie rock outfit peaked at #9 with their version, whilst Nelly Furtado’s “Maneater” topped the charts, but by the time Ronson and Winehouse came along, the chart was instead reigned by Sugababes with “About You Now”, which halted “Valerie” from hitting #1. Similarly to “Back to Black”, it did return to the chart after her passing though not very high, so I assume that it must have some degree of prominence in the biopic, I’ve yet to see it.

As for our two other re-entries, they somehow have even more chart history dragged into them, so bear with me. Paul Simon wrote “The Sound of Silence” and recorded the track as a member of Simon & Garfunkel in 1964, and despite this being the most prominent and successful version, hitting #1 Stateside, it somehow never once appeared on the UK Singles Chart in any form until long after, specifically in 1966 when an Irish pop group The Bachelors covered it, basically taking any steam off of the original by peaking at #3. The Spencer Davis Group’s “Somebody Help Me” was #1 at the time. It wouldn’t appear on the charts again until damn near half a century later in 2012, when viral acoustic singer Kina Grannis took it to #93. However, and I really wish I couldn’t say this, the most successful cover may be from nu metal band Disturbed, who reached mainstream success worldwide by covering the track in 2016, by then it had been thoroughly memed to death as well as being a long-term pop staple, yet it still worked. Their mediocre version peaked at #29 and now it’s back at #47 because of an inexplicable, practically unlistenable house remix by Australian DJ CYRIL that Paul Simon could probably sue for murder. I didn’t like the Disturbed version, but this is a new level of groanworthy.

As for our final re-entry, we should look towards the album charts, wherein Oasis’ 1994 debut Definitely Maybe is actually down a full positions, lower than other Oasis albums. The irony in that is that it’s the iconic Britpop band’s 20th anniversary this past week, with them releasing special physical editions of their debut single “Supersonic” to mark the occasion. It never really peaked that high to begin with, only at #31, but it did stick around and return for several runs for basically most of the 1990s, only to return once again this week as our highest re-entry at #42.

The gains are a lot less interesting but there are still a handful of notable boosts, namely “Jump” by Tyla, Gunna and Skillibeng up to #38, “Good Luck, Babe!” by Chappell Roan at #33, “I Don’t Wanna Wait” by David Guetta and OneRepublic at #25 (Jesus Christ), and finally, “Hell n Back” by Bakar nearing its old peak at #21.

This week, our top five on the UK Singles Chart consists of: “TEXAS HOLD ‘EM” by Beyoncé holding at #5, “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims floating at #4, “i like the way you kiss me” by Artemas smooching its way up to #3, Benjamin of Boontown is at #2 with “Beautiful Things” and of course, Hozier still at #1. Now, there’s actually quite a lot to discuss in our new entries, despite the fact that Taylor is still a week away yet, in fact this might end up the more interesting week because no-one is dropping the same day as her. So let’s review them, shall we?

New Entries

#49 - “We Still Don’t Trust You” - Future and Metro Boomin featuring The Weeknd

Produced by Metro Boomin, Peter Lee Johnson and MIKE DEAN

Yup, all of our new entries are within the top 50 this week, and most of them well into the highest reaches of the chart. Given Taylor only has three songs coming next week, I’m pretty excited for a from-the-top shake-up that won’t be immediately torn down… at least until the temporary Eurovision blockade, but we’ll deal with that when it comes to it. For now, I had only heard one of the songs debuting this week before today, and it was this one, the intro and title track to the second of the Future-Metro collaboration tapes, which debuted at #11 on the albums chart this week. Not every track hits on this second album, but if you remember what I thought about the first album, you’d recall I preferred the hazier, more melodically-focused pop-trap that was prevalent through the middle section, and this new record is essentially an extended version of just that with a triumphant victory lap full of bangers on the back-half bonus disc to balance things out. Future is a lot more emotive, Metro is delivering beautiful cloudy soundscapes, and the hooks are catchier than ever, though it’s not nearly as immediate so I understand that it performed less successfully even if it is a damn shame. It also means we only have the first track here, which is barely even a song ultimately, more so an extended, hallucinatory introduction blending punchy synthpop drums with garbled psuedo-hooks about freaky girls from Future, a looming falsetto from The Weeknd over a borderline nu-disco groove and semi-verses that don’t really form into a complete song. In the album context, this is a brilliant introduction to where the album will take you: a late-night drive taking your mind off “the hoes” so to speak. As a charting single by itself, it’s honestly just weird. Other than being the intro to an album most people I imagine didn’t finish all the way through, I don’t understand why “All to Myself” didn’t take this one’s place. I guess it didn’t have the video treatment but regardless, weird single to push, even if it’s a great moment.

#46 - “KiKi (What Would Drizzy Say?)” - D-Block Europe

Produced by Eight8, Harry Beech and Ari Beats

Well, Drake’s in the news thanks to all the dissing back and forth so being the young brilliant entrepreneurs they are, DBE pushed out a song with him in the title, in a vague reference to Drake’s own “What Would Pluto Do” but a much less vague, openly cheap interpolation of Drake’s “In My Feelings”, and the chart history did not stop with our re-entries as if there’s a coherent theme with some of these new tracks, it’s egregious referencing. “In My Feelings” samples a plethora of tracks in the first place, but none as explicitly as DBE have riffed from it here. The original spent four weeks at #1, but I don’t see Young Adz’s nasal auto-croon rendition getting any higher than #46. I actually feel kind of relieved with this because this is back to the stupid, barely functioning DBE of old (and by old, I mean the late 2010s), with a terrible bass mastering job, overly loud flutes that nearly drown out Adz himself attempting to sing his way out of his lack of content, in the same melody as Drake’s chorus until he just starts talking instead midway through. Some of the 2020s improvements are actually present here though; Youthful Advertisements has much tighter rhyme schemes once he actually starts rapping, and they aren’t as audibly out of tune or beat with everything else as they probably would be if they tried this out when the original was big. He also puts a shell in his back like he’s a turtle, tells the girl to close her mouth and leads into Dirtbike Lb’s small contribution, a brief, half-dead and wordy verse that still washes Adz: this is what I’ve come to expect from the duo. There’s not much of an attempt at wordplay but cool turns of phrase that kind of imply he thinks Hermés is the name of the crocodile they killed to make the bag and not just the brand name… they’re good enough. This is good fun.

#41 - “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” - Shaboozey

Produced by Nevin and Sean Cook

Okay, if we’re going to sample egregiously, this is how we do it: not trying to play it off as a completely new song but not serving in the exact same lane and purpose as the original. Instead, let’s make unabashed re-recordings and reimaginings that don’t necessarily modernise or improve the song, and don’t set out to, instead crafting a different experience from the same fundamentals. Now I don’t like the original 2004 track “Tipsy” by J-Kwon mostly because of, well, J-Kwon being useless, but there’s a great hook to it, especially the radio edit, and the beat making up nearly entirely of weird sound effects over a distorted clap sample is pretty clever. The original “Tipsy” peaked at #4 for two weeks, whilst “Lola’s Theme” by the Shapeshifters was #1, and later The Streets’ “Dry Your Eyes”. Shaboozey, a singer featured on Beyoncé’s latest pivot, has taken advantage of that extra traction to completely reimagine the chorus of “Tipsy” and its general conceit of having fun at a gathering to take your mind off problems, especially with girls… but there’s a lot of depth added through the extra populist twist thanks to the financial troubles referenced in the verses, and some particularly really smart intricacies like turning the counting gimmick into counting the rounds of drinks at the bar. He recontextualises a basically meaningless gimmick into something that is a lot more resonant, and that’s really special. Sonically, it feels like a bit more organic stomp-clap soarer, and isn’t really all that special, but the inspired interpolation of “Tipsy”, alongside some great strings in the post-chorus, makes this what it is, and it doesn’t run out of tricks. The shift to a rap flow in the second verse to continue the momentum is brilliant, the spoken backing vocals amidst the multi-tracked crowd hook, which I almost wish was even louder, is a fun idea… and that’s before that final chorus where it breaks down and becomes a true drink-a-long. Sure, this may be a reimagined version of a song I don’t like really at all, but it goes far beyond just that and creates a new experience not just as a cover but as a separate entity entirely that embraces and benefits from its referencing. This is how you do sampling in pop, it’s excellent. I hope this is a smash.

#35 - “These Words” - Badger and Natasha Bedingfield

Produced by Badger

Alright, once again, we have a sample, this time with Natasha Bedingfield’s “These Words”, that other song you might remember from the album that parents “Unwritten”. What you may not remember is that whilst this hasn’t had nearly as much longevity as the title track, it actually peaked much higher, debuting at #1 and topping the charts for two weeks in 2004. This is in spite of it being complete garbage. I like meta narratives in pop music when done well and outside of its camp, it can be genuinely difficult to get through the jerky, dated production and somewhat embarrassing performance, especially lyrically, from Bedingfield. I understand the appeal, and the writing isn’t really a deal-breaker usually, but it’s especially striking to me when the actual music behind her quest to find the best words for her love song… just plainly sucks. Come 2024 and enter UK garage producer Badger, who remixes the track, crediting Bedingfield on streaming but for whatever reason not on the Official Charts page, and I have to say, completely stripping this catchy hook outside of its tedious context is another inspired reimagining, mostly because it turns the “I love you, I love you” refrain into a muffled, glitchy funfest over some of the most detailed, hyperactive 2-step drums I’ve heard on the charts in a while, alongside a hazier synthscape that really shines against the rawer vocal from Bedingfield. Once again, modern artists turn a song from the 2000s I never really liked into a completely different experience, in this case completely removing you from Bedingfield’s narrative to fully envelop you in the euphoric end goal she hints towards in the original. Hope this takes off too.

#31 - “Tell Ur Girlfriend” - Lay Bankz

Produced by Johnny Goldstein

Speaking of taking off, it seems we finally have the inevitable breakout single for Lay Bankz. I’ve been paying attention to her casual flexing and dismissal of pretty much anything else over firy, fast-paced Philly club bangers for a while now, probably since I discovered “Na Na Na”, and it did seem like TikTok would grant her an easy hit any moment now. She finally got it with “Tell Ur Girlfriend” and here, if you don’t remember the specific production elements of its original material, you might not recognise this has yet another interpolation. I wasn’t a fan of Ginuwine’s 1996 track “Pony” for a long time because I felt its dissonance harmed its ability to be a sex jam but… let’s be real, rarely do sex jams actually succeed without being in some way disruptive due to awkward lyrics or stagnant beats. Once I learned to shut up and appreciate Timbaland’s vocoder burping that calls itself a bassline, all was right in my world. It peaked at #16 over here in 1997 and did have a shelf life extending to an EDM remix peaking at #39 in 2015. Bankz and Goldstein don’t really make much use of “Pony”’s fundamentals rhythm or melody-wise, outside of that out of place vocoder burp that is repurposed as a measure-demarcating stab over a comically jerky, sing-songy synth that slows down the pace enough for a 2-step-influenced 2000s throwback, Destiny’s Child-esque, not to rap but closer to R&B. Bankz surprises me to a degree with just how effortlessly she swaps between faster jabs to the smooth choruses, and it almost makes me forget that this is a song about mutual cheating. Does it justify that? No. And who cares? They’re having toxic fun over the Ginuwine “Pony” vocal burp and some of the ugliest synths to hit the top 40 in years, this is not morally righteous in any regard. It’s just pure, sweaty, regretful fun and does not waste any of its two-minute runtime trying to justify itself, and given this whole song is a sarcastic power move about how they should probably tell their partners they’re sleeping with each other, I don’t think she cares in the slightest.

#10 - “Forget About Us” - Perrie

Produced by Steve Solomon and Andrew Goldstein

Okay, the samplefest ended up going pretty fantastically, so I have some hopes for the trio of pop girlies we have lined up all debuting in the top 10, starting with the solo debut from Perrie Edwards of the former girl group Little Mix. She’s always been one of the most prominent vocal talents in the group, so regardless of if the song actually works, there’s going to be power here, and that’s guaranteed, even with an Ed Sheeran writing credit and a compressed to Hell and back mix. In this soarer, Perrie’s ex has become a successful singer after the breakup and Perrie is begging for them to never forget about what they lost in the relationship, especially given how neither seem all that over this relationship and its fallout. There’s a propelling pop rock drive to this, even if the lack of electric grit may harm it a tad, not letting it get into truly bitter territory… which might actually be for the best. Ms. Edwards sounds great belting here but there is a level of restraint in all the acoustic swell that might sing closer to the desperate content, acknowledging the flaws in the relationship and that it is over, but that it should, please, stick to them as a memory. A less kind approach may have flattened its overall sincerity, so even if sonically, I’m not over the Moon about this, I can recognise that this is a tightly-written, excellently performed little pop rock jam that will serve as a good introduction to the solo career. I just want to hear where it goes next.

#9 - “Illusion” - Dua Lipa

Produced by Kevin Parker and Danny L Harle

Okay, Dua, let’s be straightforward. Mixing PC Music’s wildcard Danny L Harle with Tame Impala should lead to much more interesting music than what we’ve heard from Radical Optimism - a disgraceful album title - so far, and I won’t lie and say what has been put out post-”Houdini” hasn’t been somewhat disappointing. I was hoping that “Illusion” could take a bit of a different step, tap into some less recognisable territory for Dua, and whilst it may not have done that exactly, it’s definitely much more interesting. Harle and Parker go for a much tighter house groove here, with elevated pianos, chips of percussion that end up much more minimal under the looming vocal loops and progressive electronic synth beeping, maybe much less impactful than you’d expect. So where’s that in the content? Well, Dua sings about disappointment, playing off a façade placed up by this guy who’s just not impressing her at all, as she’s growing up from just being reckless with her lovers. It’s in the same vein as “Training Season” but with a more unique and honestly more fitting soundscape for that kind of romantic disillusionment, especially given a major conceit of the bridge is that she’s still going to dance all night with that illusion, she still gives in despite her best interests. It also has a ridiculous synth solo slabbed right in for no reason. Genius. Inspiring.

#6 - “Espresso” - Sabrina Carpenter

Produced by Julian Bunetta

I really have not been going into Sabrina Carpenter singles that chart with high expectations or really any expectation that I’ll enjoy it, and she keeps proving me wrong, but not in the way that say Dua just did. No, Ms. Carpenter shares more in common with D-Block Europe in that the appeal, at least for me, comes in the lack of subtlety and disregard for functioning outside of existing pop tropes, whilst still thoroughly embarrassing her public image, cycling around enough for me to be unironically on board. Like “Nonsense” was a plain rip-off that ended up surviving beyond the genuine article on comedy alone, and “Feather” is as light as possible, no pun intended, yet still pinches at you with its infestation of hooks, “Espresso” is emphatically stupid. “Switch it up like Nintendo”? “My give-a-fucks are on vacation”? “I know I Mountain Dew it for ya”? “MOUNTAIN DEW IT FOR YA”? It reminds me all too much of Selena Gomez’s nu-disco embarrassment “Love On”, but instead of selling the cringe with sheer forcefulness, which did surprisingly work for the incredibly limited vocalist Selena is, Sabrina plays the guitar licks and downright invasive pre-chorus synths off with utter, robotic dismissal. Sure, there’s vocal riffing and harmonising, but the main vocal line in the chorus is a multi-tracked, reverb-drenched, Melodyne-controlled nursery rhyme, and it doesn’t escape that lane for nearly all of its three minutes. There are spoken word interludes where she acknowledges the stupidity of the song and its content, but it’s always breezy and lacking in the cringe that would come with it if she cared much at all. The deadpan “Yes” ad-libs in the pre-chorus, and the detail put into the production, are what really sell this to me though. It’s orchestrated to make it seem like she doesn’t care, but there is an entire team twisting the knobs to turn that faux carelessness to a seamless radio edit… and well, they need a raise. She’s done it again. This is ridiculous.

Conclusion

She doesn’t get the Best of the Week though because that, far and above, goes to Shaboozey for “A Bar Song (Tipsy)”, and the Honourable Mention… well, I can’t give out a Worst of the Week at all here. Or even a Dishonourable Mention. Sure, Perrie’s song is a bit generic and maybe my enjoyment of the DBE track is purely for the comedy factor, but I still thoroughly enjoyed my time with them, so I’m just going to tie the Honourable Mention between “These Words” by Badger and well, “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter, which is shaping up to thankfully be huge. As for what’s on the horizon… Taylor Swift and Drake. It’s back to the big leagues in the next episode but for now, thank you for reading, long live Cola Boyy, and I’ll see you next week!

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feeamanallah · 28 days

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DETAILED DUAS FOR LAST 10 NIGHTS

Odd Nights Seeking Laylatul Qadr.. 🙂

According to majority of the opinion we have to seek Laylatul qadr during the odd nights of last 10 days of Ramadan. And not just on 27th of Ramadan. Although 27th is a strong contender.

Ya Rahman, Ya Raheem, Ya Rabb al Alameen, I call upon You and I ask You by every Name that You have named Yourself with, revealed in Your Book, taught any one of Your creation or kept unto Yourself in the knowledge of the unseen that is with You,

Allahumma salli wa sallim 'alaa nabiyyinaa Muhammad.

Ya Rabb, make me sincere in this dua.

Please grant me a death with the shahadah on my tongue. Grant me Husn al Dhan billah (good expectations from Allah)

Expand my grave for me and illuminate it with light.

Preserve my record in Illiyeen.

Lighten for me the questioning of the grave.

Grant me death in a state of Ibadah, that is most pleasing to You and resurrect me in the same state.

Keep me free from fear, anxiety and terror from the day of judgement.

Grant my book in my right hand.

Make me among those who show their books to others with happiness.

Make me successful in the Meezan.

Help me cross the Siraat like lightening.

Ya Allah, please do not give away my good deeds to others.

Reunite me with my family in Jannah.

Do not expose my faults in front of others on the day of judgement.

Ya Afuww, Forgive the sins that I don't remember and the sins that I didn't even consider as sins.