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Working on my trek ocs again. I’ve decided to make a Muslim character and, as usual, I need help picking her name.
Her last name is Rahim. She’s the chief science officer, very kind and soft-spoken.
And please for the love of God interact with this post. I don’t wanna feel like I’m shouting into the void.
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—Time slips away!
Burn out, don’t fade!
Dance on my grave!
I will never be them!—
Indie multimuse, multifandom blog.
Canon and OC muses present
Currently mobile-only
Semi-selective, semi-active
Open to asks and messages
More info (link to OCs, list of canon muses, writer info, and rules) under the cut.
OC Links
*Note: A few characters’ appearances/voices have changed, so make sure to check out the tags on the blog. OCs are tagged with “; (name)”— for example, my character Myarel is tagged with “; myarel” (no quotations).*
Canon Muses
*Note: Many of these muses aren’t listed on my muse page due to being unable to update said page from my phone. Muse tags vary. Some are tagged with fancy tags but I may switch between those and regular tags. They’re listed here in alphabetical order by fandom.*
**Edit: I’ve also marked which fandoms/muses are most active. Very active fandoms will be bolded, semi-active italic, and dormant/needing some time before interaction are regular text. I’ll also put an asterisk after new muses/muses I haven’t played yet. I beg that if a fandom isn’t bolded or italicized that you discuss it with me before sending something in or making a starter— I have a lot of muses and it takes time to get into the swing of new ones when I’m not in the right mindset!**
The Arcana: Asra Alnazar*, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak*, Faust
American Gods: Mad Sweeney
Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Auditore da Firenze*, Aveline de Grandpré
Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko*
Back 4 Blood: Karlee*, Evangelo*
Baldur’s Gate 3: Astarion*
Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus*
Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley*, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*
Chappie: Chappie*
Columbo: Lt. Frank Columbo*
Dead Island/Riptide: Sam B, John Morgan*
Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus*
Dirty Bomb: Vassili*
Disturbed (band): The Guy*
Dream Daddy: Damien Bloodmarch*, Robert Small*
Dying Light: Kyle Crane*, Rahim*, Karim*
FNAF: Cupcake
Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer
Homestuck: Gamzee, Calsprite
I, Frankenstein: Adam
Into the Badlands: Baron Quinn*
Jet Set Radio Future: Yoyo*
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan Joestar*, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo*, Josuke Higashikata*, Giorno Giovanna*, Jolyne Cujoh*, Caesar Zeppeli
Kingdom Hearts: Axel
Left 4 Dead 2: Ellis, Nick
Marvel: Nightcrawler*, Moon Knight*, Eddie Brock/Venom*
Monster High: River Styxx*, Operetta*, Frankie Stein*
The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington*
Obey Me!: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo
Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*
Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*
Portal: GLaDOS
Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*
Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*
Skullgirls: Valentine
Stardew Valley: Shane*
Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*
Spiritfarer: Gwen*
Suicide Squad: Diablo
Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*
Until Dawn: Chris*
The Village: Ivy Walker
Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*
Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*
Warm Bodies: R, M
What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*
Info About The Writer
Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.
I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.
I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.
I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.
Rules
The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.
In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.
In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.
Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.
I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.
I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.
Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!
I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!
One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.
If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭
If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!
#cxdemistake#fjsjfjf this took a while#also look at all the muses#this is what happens when I consume tons of media on a break#I cling to 20000 fictional characters and need to write them#fhdjfj#also consider this my promo#pls reblog to help me find more active peeps#thx!#; promo
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99 Names of Allah with English meaning!
1. Allah (الله) The Greatest Name
2. Ar-Rahman (الرحمن) The All-Compassionate
3. Ar-Rahim (الرحيم) The All-Merciful
4. Al-Malik (الملك) The Absolute Ruler
5. Al-Quddus (القدوس) The Pure One
6. As-Salam (السلام) The Source of Peace
7. Al-Mu’min (المؤمن) The Inspirer of Faith
8. Al-Muhaymin (المهيمن) The Guardian
9. Al-Aziz (العزيز) The Victorious
10. Al-Jabbar (الجبار) The Compeller
11. Al-Mutakabbir (المتكبر) The Greatest
12. Al-Khaliq (الخالق) The Creator
13. Al-Bari’ (البارئ) The Maker of Order
14. Al-Musawwir (المصور) The Shaper of Beauty
15. Al-Ghaffar (الغفار) The Forgiving
16 Al-Qahhar (القهار) The Subduer
17. Al-Wahhab (الوهاب) The Giver of All
18. Ar-Razzaq (الرزاق) The Sustainer/Provider
19 Al-Fattah (الفتاح) The Opener
20 Al-`Alim (العليم) The Knower of All
21 Al-Qabid (القابض) The Constrictor
22. Al-Basit (الباسط) The Reliever/Expander
23 Al-Khafid (الخافض) The Abaser
24 Ar-Rafi (الرافع) The Exalter
25 Al-Mu’izz (المعز) The Bestower of Honors
26 Al-Mudhill (المذل) The Humiliator
27 As-Sami (السميع) The Hearer of All
28 Al-Basir (البصير) The Seer of All
29 Al-Hakam (الحكم) The Judge
30 Al-`Adl (العدل) The Just
31 Al-Latif (اللطيف) The Subtle One
32 Al-Khabir (الخبير) The All-Aware
33 Al-Halim (الحليم) The Forbearing
34 Al-Azim (العظيم) The Magnificent
35. Al-Ghafur (الغفور) The Forgiver and Hider of Faults
36. Ash-Shakur (الشكور) The Rewarder of Thankfulness
37 Al-Ali (العلى) The Highest
38 Al-Kabir (الكبير) The Greatest
39 Al-Hafiz (الحفيظ) The Preserver
40 Al-Muqit (المقيت) The Nourisher
41 Al-Hasib (الحسيب) The Accounter
42 Al-Jalil (الجليل) The Mighty
43. Al-Karim (الكريم) The Generous
44 Ar-Raqib (الرقيب) The Watchful One
45. Al-Mujib (المجيب) The Responder to Prayer
46 Al-Wasi (الواسع) The All-Comprehending
47 Al-Hakim (الحكيم) The Perfectly Wise
48 Al-Wadud (الودود) The Loving One
49 Al-Majeed (المجيد) The Majestic One
50 Al-Ba’ith (الباعث) The Resurrector
51 Ash-Shahid (الشهيد) The Witness
52 Al-Haqq (الحق) The Truth
53 Al-Wakil (الوكيل) The Trustee
54 Al-Qawiyy (القوى) The Possessor of All Strength
55 Al-Matin (المتين) The Forceful One
56 Al-Waliyy (الولى) The Governor
57 Al-Hamid (الحميد) The Praised One
58 Al-Muhsi (المحصى) The Appraiser
59 Al-Mubdi’ (المبدئ) The Originator
60 Al-Mu’id (المعيد) The Restorer
61 Al-Muhyi (المحيى) The Giver of Life
62 Al-Mumit (المميت) The Taker of Life
63 Al-Hayy (الحي) The Ever Living One
64 Al-Qayyum (القيوم) The Self-Existing One
65 Al-Wajid (الواجد) The Finder
66 Al-Majid (الماجد) The Glorious
67 Al-Wahid (الواحد) The One, the All Inclusive, The Indivisible
68. As-Samad (الصمد) The Satisfier of All Needs
69 Al-Qadir (القادر) The All Powerful
70 Al-Muqtadir (المقتدر) The Creator of All Power
71 Al-Muqaddim (المقدم) The Expediter
72 Al-Mu’akhkhir (المؤخر) The Delayer
73 Al-Awwal (الأول) The First
74 Al-Akhir (الأخر) The Last
75 Az-Zahir (الظاهر) The Manifest One
76 Al-Batin (الباطن) The Hidden One
77 Al-Wali (الوالي) The Protecting Friend
78 Al-Muta’ali (المتعالي) The Supreme One
79 Al-Barr (البر) The Doer of Good
80. At-Tawwab (التواب) The Acceptor to Repentance
81 Al-Muntaqim (المنتقم) The Avenger
82. Al-‘Afuww (العفو) The Forgiver/Pardoner
83. Ar-Ra’uf (الرؤوف) The Clement/Compassionate
84 Malik-al-Mulk (مالك الملك) The Owner of All
85 Dhu-al-Jalal wa-al-Ikram (ذو الجلال و الإكرام) The Lord of Majesty and Bounty
86 Al-Muqsit (المقسط) The Equitable One
87 Al-Jami’ (الجامع) The Gatherer
88 Al-Ghani (الغنى) The Rich One
89 Al-Mughni (المغنى) The Enricher
90. Al-Mani'(المانع) The Preventer of Harm
91 Ad-Darr (الضار) The Creator of The Harmful
92. An-Nafi’ (النافع) The Creator of Good
93 An-Nur (النور) The Light
94. Al-Hadi (الهادي) The Guide
95. Al-Badi (البديع) The Originator
96. Al-Baqi (الباقي) The Everlasting One
97. Al-Warith (الوارث) The Inheritor of All
98. Ar-Rashid (الرشيد) The Righteous Teacher
99. As-Sabur (الصبور) The Patient One
Allah says “And to Allah belong the best names, so invoke Him by them.” [Surat Al-‘A`rāf, 7:180]
The Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) said,
“Allah has ninety-nine names, and whoever preserves them will enter Paradise.” (Muslim 2677)
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OUR GOOD OLD SCHOOL SONGS
HELLO THERE!!
I am here to write on Indian norms and believes and my ideas on them. Mind you i will never say that it's wrong or not ,i will just try to analyze it.
Today, I will be talking about those old school songs you sing in school assembly. That's right I am talking about songs like "tum ram kaho, ve rahim kahe" or "haar desh ma tu , haar bhesh ma tu, tera naam annek tu ek hi hai". Now if you think logically , that's a bizarre thing to sing that hindu and muslim gods are the same. If you study sociology just till class 11th NCERT textbooks, it says in chapter 4 'culture and tradition' each culture (here in religious aspect) cann't be similar to each other . One culture opposes the idea other cultures follow. But the song which we sing in our school assembly literally says that Hindu , Muslims, Christian, Parsee (etc) are all same and what hindus call ram is allah to muslims .
One theory can be that these songs were written during the non-cooperation movement, it was sung to bring hindu and muslims together and fight as one. But if you look for evidences about when were these songs written ,there is no strong evidence to say that it was written around 1924. The argument still continues that why are every other school songs in india talking about how all gods are one and all religion are one. Some people may also say that it's just a metaphor when they say that all gods are one ...if so do explain why do they call our worship places same ??
In the end i would like to state that this song "tum ram kaho, ve rahim kahe ,dono ki tallaj allah se hai' was first sung in 1961 from were it got popular and now we sing it in every school of India , putting up a theory that this song maybe concerted as a metaphor for some but in reality it just pushes young Indian minds aka. children to believe that YES we all live here together , YES we all are same , YES WE ALL ARE equal.
SO, next time you heard this song REMEMBER it's not just a song , it's a social order exercised on us and you may think that no it doesn't effect me but maybe not you but some where , some one is effected by this song and is tiring to make India a country as depicted in this song.
JAI HIND
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HELLO EVERYONE AGAIN!!
Recently , sociology has fantasized me a lot so I decided to study it on my own. I am still a amature so please don't jump on me. This argument i must say is a chaos but it kinda conveys what i am trying to say .
English is not my first language and trust me language is not my strong side so again please don't jump on me. And to all those who wish to criticize me my chat is open for you guys , also if anyone have a question or a doubt or a suggestion (to add in here , for a topic you guys want me to write upon , a topic you want to discuss, etc) please use the chat ,it's open for you guys as well and it need not to be a sociological topic ,can be anything (when i say anything ,it means anything)
And to all those comrades of mine who are stuck with hindi, this glossary is specially for you<<3
tum ram kaho, ve rahim kahe ,dono ki tallaj allah se hai - you call him ram ,they call him rahim , but both are calling for allah( i did it myself so ya it's not accurate but you can get the gist )
haar desh ma tu , haar bhesh ma tu ,tera naam aneek, tu ek hi hai-you are in every country ,you are in every form ,you may have different names but you are one JUST ONE.
At last i would like to thank all of you who read this . I will see you guys again.
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Renewed Fancy
For @sunshinejihyun, MC left unnamed as requested
Gary x MC, former Bobby x MC
She shouldn’t be surprised by the number of people they met that were shocked at the fact that she and Bobby stayed friends after they fell out of love.
At the fact that they kept their place together in Rochester and took up separate bedrooms now.
At the fact they were able to coparent their son, who was starting first grade in a week, without questioning each other’s decisions.
It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other. They loved each other a lot, actually.
They had just fallen out of love.
It was two very different things, and a point she often made known.
Bobby had even gotten a new girlfriend just before their son turned one, and Tuesday had become her second best friend in the world. Only after Bobby himself.
And their son seemed to understand. They had decided to separate the relationship before he was born, before they even knew about him, so by the time he turned six he understood why his mum and dad weren’t together anymore.
But it had been nearly ten years now since the Villa, and they’d had no contact for the most part with more than half of their fellow former Islanders. Social media became a lost option, after a deletion years ago, for keeping up with their lives when the media and the public kept scouting and scouring their pages for any sign to tear them down. Texts came every now and then, but hang outs hadn’t happened in a few years- not since before Nero. She had lost a good bit of her friends from before the show after it ended, they claimed it changed her. But at least she still had a friend in Bobby. It was easy to figure what the others had been up to in their own heads. They knew Lottie was off in America working her make up artist dreams. They knew from the internet that Chelsea, Lucas, Henrik, and Rahim had kept up their old jobs but with more notoriety now. They’ve seen Priya’s name on a clothing brand. Bobby had seen Noah at work in his library, and just a quick search of Hope’s company showed her as the thriving VP. Gary was their biggest question mark. His Nan must not have come around to the idea of a talk show, but they wondered if he was still working with cranes every day.
She ended up getting her answer in a way she didn’t expect.
Driving out to her parents to pick up Nero from his weekend with them, her car died. She called Bobby, let him know that she wouldn’t make it and he was immediately ready to run to meet her after picking him up, but she assured him that she called a tow truck already and just needed to wait.
It was only a few minutes before the truck pulled up, and as the driver climbed out, she recognized a still very familiar head of blonde hair.
“Gary? That you?”
His head snapped up from where it was going over his clipboard of the job, and a brief look a surprise flickered across his face before it was overtaken with a beaming grin, “Mate! I thought I recognized the name, but bloody hell I didn’t think it’d actually be you.”
She giggled, unable to keep her own smile from stretching wider as she raced up to give him a hug, “Bloody hell, thank god it’s you. I get so anxious dealing with strangers in these situations.”
“I’ll take a look, see if it’s not something I can fix now and get ya back on the road, but I need you to keep me company and catch me up on your life. Fair?”
“Fair! But you gotta catch me up on yours, too. We thought you’d still be up in cranes!”
He shook his head with a smile, “You got a deal, mate.”
“Great! Well, as for my life let’s see…” She tapped a finger to her chin and he chuckled at it as he got under the hood and started checking for any issues, “Well, I finished my degree since I last saw you. Got a PhD, actually, which wasn’t even the original plan. Got a job offer with the British Space Programme, but I took a remote job working for NASA now.”
He let out a low whistle as he checked the fluid levels, “Damn, mate. That’s impressive. What about Bobs?”
She beamed, “Bobby’s Boops has been up and running for a few years now. I help out there when I can, he actually had to hire on extra bakers to keep up with demand.”
“You tellin’ me ya learned to bake?”
She gasped, smacking his arm as he chuckled to himself, “Excuse you, I make better pies than he does. But no. I actually help with the business side of things.”
“Good to hear you two are still making things work.”
Her brow furrowed before realization hit, “Oh! Oh, no. We broke up years ago. But we stayed best mates. He’s been seeing someone else for a couple years now.” He looked concerned but she waved him off, “Don’t you worry, Gaz. I actually adore her. And it’s not like exes can’t be friends. You and Lottie got along fine at Chelsea’s Murder Mystery party.” He nodded at that, conceding her point.
They kept talking as he fixed the minor issue, he told her about going back to trade school and getting his certification as a mechanic and how proud it made his nan.
Before she knew it, Gary had her on her way in no time. But she desperately wanted to keep in contact again. So she got his new number- he had to change it after productions kept calling him at work. And a day didn’t go by that one of them wasn’t reaching out to the other.
Gary was finally free for a day to make the short trip to hang out, and she was still busy getting ready when the knock came. Tuesday volunteered to get it for her, and she agreed without a second thought. She’d been living with them for close to four years now, it wasn’t something that often occurred to her.
“Oh, hey, are ya Bob’s sister or something?”
“What? Oh, no, I’m-“
“Gary!” She called, finally entering the living room, “This is Tuesday. Bobby’s fiancé.”
“Not yet!” The other girl squawked.
“Mummy! The monsters got daddy!” The interruption called, little feet padded quickly down the hall, and she spun with ease, scooping up the child.
“The monsters? Oh, no, poor daddy. Is it the one under the bed, or the one in the closet?”
“His closet!”
“The ones in his closet? Oh, no!” She glanced at Gary, who looked stunned. “Gary, you mind helping me take down this monster and then we’ll answer whatever questions are brewing in that big brain of yours.” Tuesday took hold of Nero, gesturing them down the hall as she carried him behind them.
They found Bobby ‘dead’, laying on the floor of his closet, half tucked under the clean clothes Tuesday had been telling him all day to fold and put away. She just shook her head, motioning for everyone to be quiet and she took a broom handle and passed it to Gary with a wink, “For our brave knight.”
He raised an eyebrow but then her son spoke up, “You gotta defeat the monsters, knight!”
Gary laughed at the child’s desperate enthusiasm, before ‘charging’ into the closet and attacking the monsters. Bobby sprung to his feet after, bowing deeply, “Sir Gareth, thank you for your pertinent assistance.” Following it up with a cheeky smile, “Good to see ya, mate.”
“Good to see you, too, Bobs.”
Bobby took hold of their son, claiming it was lunch time, and she took Gary back to the living room. She hadn’t planned much for the day, just a few drinks together while they hung out, but as she stood up to get them he stopped her, “I didn’t realize you and Bobby had a kid.”
“Oh.” She blinked, “Well, we didn’t even realize I was pregnant when we broke up. Around four months in I noticed, and we agreed not to be one of those couples that only stayed together for the child. We have this place together, bedrooms on opposite ends, his in the middle. And he absolutely loves Tuesday. She’s been there since he was one, so she’s just…ya know, his second mum.”
“That’s…incredible, honestly, mate.” Gary gave her a soft smile, and she was almost startled at the things it did to her heart. She knew when she saw him again that the feelings that had been long forgotten were brewing back to the surface, only encouraged by every text they had exchanged in between. Then his grin turned cheeky, “Did I see an Alabama jersey on him?”
She flushed, “Guilty pleasure, okay? I have cousins in the states that bleed Crimson Tide, so I always stream the games. He loves watching with me, so for Christmas last year Tuesday got us matching jerseys for his favorite player.”
He laughed, “That’s actually really sweet.”
It became a weekly hang out at some point. Gary was actually an Alabama fan, too, back from his own sports days when he took an interest in American football, so he took to hanging out with the two of them on Sundays to watch the game. She surprised him with how loud and into the game she would get, but then he watched her mini me imitate it and he found himself getting just as intense. Bobby had taken more pictures than Gary would admit he saved to his phone of the scenes, the three of them wearing jerseys with the same number- he’d never tell anyone that he made one his home screen on his phone.
It only took two months before Bobby cornered him in the kitchen during halftime though, “You fancy her again, dontcha mate?”
Gary choked on his tongue, “Fancy- I never said-“
Bobby snorted, “You don’t have to say anything. I can tell. Just like I know she fancies you, too.”
Gary shook his head, “Doesn’t matter much. She’s got enough on her plate. She’s got you, your lass, him, work, your shop. I don’t need to add to it.”
Bobby’s brow furrowed, but Gary bustled passed him before he could respond. So instead he planned. Planned for a day that didn’t take place for nearly another year.
“Gary!” He almost had to pull the phone away from the loud voice as soon as he answered, setting his tools back into his truck after getting a customer’s car to the shop.
“Bobs, what’s up, mate?”
“Dinner, this weekend. Huge news. Think you can make it?”
Gary glanced at his calendar, not that he needed to. He hadn’t made plans with anyone else but his nan since he’d reunited with them. “Should be able to.”
“Perfect. I’ll pick you up at five on Saturday. Pack a bag, please.”
Gary raised an eyebrow to himself, but didn’t protest as the call ended. It wouldn’t be the first time he crashed on their couch lately.
Bobby picked him up that weekend, practically bouncing in his seat, and wouldn’t give Gary any details about what was happening, but he did thrust a bag of clothes at him and told him to change into them.
Gary was confused, but accepted, changing into the dress trousers and button up he’d been handed- much different from his usual style and he wondered how Bobby knew his size before figuring he probably gave nan a call. He’d been talking to her a lot since they started hanging out again.
He was surprised again when Bobby pulled up to a fancy restaurant, telling him to give the hostess his name and saying he needed to park the car.
Again Gary didn’t argue. Offering Bobby’s name to the hostess and following her back to a table with one person sitting at it.
Her.
At a table for two.
Oh, he was gonna kill Bobby.
Just as he depending leaving, his phone pinged with a message from Bobby, telling him that he left him there. And before he could reply, she looked up at spotted him, an embarrassed smile taking over her face.
He approached slowly, much slower than he needed to as he took deep breaths, trying to get over how stunning she looked in her dress. “Hey,” she offered shyly, “I guess you’re the blind date Bobby has been talking up for days now. Everything he said fits.”
He snorted, and several of the other patrons shot short glares in his direction, but she flipped them off. “At least you were told it was date.” He offered as he sat down, but he immediately wished he could take it back when he saw the disappointment and insecurity flash across her face before she gave him a careful smile.
“You don’t have to stay.” She shrugged, “I was gonna bail out anyway if it had been someone else. Claim I wasn’t feeling well or something.”
“Not now?” He really didn’t want to be hopeful. But when she was looking at him with those shining eyes that reminded him of all the times he almost chose her in the Villa, only to end up being too late in the line up… “For the record, I’m not against it being a date.” He clarified, “So long as it’s you.”
“Oh yeah?” She grinned cheekily, the mirth in her eyes making them shine brighter, “So you’ve thought about taking me on a date, have you?”
“Only every day since I met ya.” She was clearly shocked at the statement, or maybe the seriousness in which he said it, he just shrugged, “I told ya back then. I fancy ya. A lot. But you had Bobby. So I didn’t push. And it’s not like I didn’t like Lottie. I did.”
“Just wasn’t the same.” She added, her cheeks slightly flushed, “I thought about picking you a time or two. But I was never sure how you felt. And Bobby was always there, never made me feel like I was a back burner. And after Rocco…” they both winced at the mention of what he’d put her through, “I just didn’t want to risk it being a one way thing between us, I guess. And I did fancy Bobby that way. The years I had with him- I don’t regret them. I just mean-“
“I get it.” Gary interjected, gently placing his hand on hers, “You can care for two people the same way, at the same time.” She nodded.
“I’ve never understood that saying, ‘if they fall in love with two people, tell them to choose the second. Because-‘“
“‘Because if they loved you, they wouldn’t have fallen for them.’” He finished, “Never made sense to me either. Just because I had feelings for more than one person, doesn’t mean my feelings for either were worth any less or meant any less.”
“Exactly.” She smiled, hopeful, “What about your feelings now?”
Gary hummed playfully, wrapping his larger fingers around her slender ones, “Now, I would really like to probably wine and dine you. No pressure, just figure out where we are after all these years. Show ya I still fancy you.”
“That sounds really nice.” She agreed.
Dinner sped by, and when she drove them to the flat that evening, he gave her a sweet kiss. Nothing spicy, or sexy, but it was still intense. All the feelings he’d been holding back since they reconnected.
She didn’t let him sleep on the couch either. While they agreed to take things slow, no big bits happening until they were sure, he had to admit it was nice to fall asleep pulling her into a cuddle.
And when they were together for six months, Nero ran up to him as soon as he walked through the front door, “Papa!” Gary couldn’t even react before the little boy, now eight, was throwing himself at him for a hug. All he could do was catch him. He caught her eye too, wide and obviously terrified for his reaction, but Gary just smirked.
“Hey, how’s my favorite little man? You been good for mummy and daddy?”
Nero nodded, “And mum, too! I promise!”
“You promise, huh? Bloody hell, you must’ve been good, then.” He hoisted the boy up with him as he stood up straight, pulling her into his side and pressing a kiss to her head.
“Mummy, when does Papa get to live with us like Mum does?”
Gary watched her eyes bulge, but he just laughed, teasing, “Yeah, mummy. What about Papa?”
To his surprise, she smirked at him, “Whenever he thinks he’s ready.”
God, he was ready. He wanted forever with her. She wasn’t the one that got away anymore. She was his. And the ring in his pocket meant one thing. He was hoping she stayed that way.
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In honour of pride month being in around. 8 minutes here, here are some goofy ass LGBTQIA (plus waltz.) headcanons for the Dying Light characters I actually care about.
A warning, I wrote this as it ticked down to pride here in the UK lol, so, you'll see me losing my shit slowly.
Number 1, Aiden Blank Stare PTSD disaster Caldwell: Bisexual, 100%, no questions asked, he does not understand not everyone likes both genders, also Demi Romantic and Demi Sexual because I say so and you don't need my dramatic analysis of this boy.
Number 2, Lawan Shooty Crossbow Ex Boyfriend Killer Insert Last Name Here: Bisexual, again, trust me you'll see this a lot and its totally not projection I swear, she has a lean towards women but finds herself being dragged in with stupid men, yet another Demi sexual-Demi Romantic headcanon here too folks, take a shot.
Number 3, Hakon Go To Jail Stabby In The Back Mcstabberson Betrayal Slut Supreme: Pansexual, we're spicing it up with this Bi4Pan4Bi polycule here, if you look me dead in the eyes and say Hakon isn't fruity I will stab you to death on the floor, right now, he is gay.
Number 4, Mia. Just Mia. Mia...Waltz: Bisexual, we don't know much about Mia, but I feel like Bisexuality is contagious (/j).
Number 5, god this is long and it's nearly 3 minutes to pride, Kyle Wide Ass Angry Sounding Father Figure Of The Year Crane: Bisexual with a preference for men, he never talks about it, you don't know he's queer until it's pride month, he is a pride dad and he's cringe about it, bisexuals for the win, he knows how to roll his trousers up.
Number 6, Rahim Dies In A Train Aldemir: Gay Trans Man, look me in the eyes okay, look at me, he is all flavours of fruity and fucked up, dysphoria to the nines, homosexuality to the nines, if being straight was a crime, he's a law abiding citizen.
Number 7, its pride month baby, Jade Also Dies But This Time In A Museum Aldemir: Mean Lesbian stereotype, this woman is so fucking done with everyone, she flirted with one girl at a bar once and has never dated anyone since, demi sexual has come back with a vengeance, take another shot.
Number 8, the final character I care about in this entire fucking franchise, and that's Waltz, Vincent Bastard Ass Ugly Fucking Waltz: He's straight, and he's not even an ally, he's homophobic, okay, he knew somebody who was gay and they said horses sucked okay, you have to understand (/j).
#postinginsilence#dying light#dying light 2#dl2#dying light fandom#i am not tagging each character by name holy shit#dl1#pride headcanons#plus waltz#pride#bisexual#demisexual#demiromantic#pansexual#lesbian#gay#so gay#queer#transgender#trangenner#me#🌼him.txt
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Hecatemoon87 Presents An Alternative Universe: Alfie Solomons
Chapter Seven: The Competition
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The next morning, Alfie felt like he’d been through hell. His body ached and his face ached even more. Looking in the mirror, he could see that his face was black and purple. He wondered what William looked like. That was if the man had woken up from being knocked out cold by Alfie. Nailah had still been sleeping and she groggily got up from bed. Upon seeing Alfie’s face, she brought up her hands to her mouth and gasped.
“Oh, Alfie!” she said, coming over to inspect him.
“Don’t you worry about me, I’m gonna be fine,” he said, shooing her hands away.
She shook her head with dismay.
“We have an important meeting today about the dig, you can’t go looking like this,” she said.
“So you’re more worried about some meeting instead of my wellbeing?”
She placed her hands on her hips and frowned at him.
“Of course I worry about your wellbeing you brute, but of all nights you chose to box, it had to be last night,” she fussed.
She walked over to the privacy screen and began to undress.
‘Well, why don’t you go by yourself?” he said, walking over to pour water into a basin.
He splashed the water onto his face and dried with a towel.
“No, no, no. You need to be there, my contact, Rahim, he won’t sign off on the papers unless you are there. He admires you and he told me you needed to be there for him to know you joined the expedition,” she said, throwing her silk night shift over the screen.
“An admirer, eh? Well I don’t wanna disappoint a fan,” Alfie said, getting dressed.
He heard Nailah scoff and then emerge from behind the privacy screen. She was wearing a white short sleeve blouse, tan medium length skirt and short black boots. She looked like a dream to Alfie.
“Come here,” he said.
She frowned, going over to him, arms folded. He gently moved her arms away from her chest, then unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt.
“What are you doing?” she said, bring her hands up to slap him away.
“Wait a minute,” he said, opening up the shirt so her cleavage would show.
“Alfie, I don’t want my breasts on display,” she said.
“They aren’t, just a little peek for the lads. Believe it or not, it helps with negotiating,” he said.
“How on earth do you know that?” she said, walking to the mirror to make sure he hadn’t shown too much.
“Cause, anytime a woman with her cleavage showing is in the room, I always make a dumb deal,” he said. “Same applies with a lot of gents.”
“And the world is still somehow ran by men, how is that?” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Before it was even nine a.m. the two traveled across Cairo to meet with Rahim. When they arrived, Rahim was in awe of Alfie.
“Dr. Solomons, sir, you…you are a legend,” Rahim said, shaking Alfie’s hand.
Alfie looked over at Nailah and grinned. “Hear that, I’m a fucking legend.”
She rolled her eyes and took a seat in front of Rahim’s desk.
“Mr. Gamal, shall we?” Nailah said, trying to get the documents signed as quickly as possible.
“Oh, did you not get my message?” Rahim said, frowning.
He walked behind his desk and took a seat. Nailah shook her head with slight confusion.
“No, I did not…” she replied.
“I had to sign off for another archeologist…the RGS had granted him full permission…I had to give him the approval instead.”
“You what?!” Nailah said, standing up in alarm.
Alfie had taken a seat and clasped his hands together.
“Right…par for the fucking course, then,” he muttered.
“Ms. Nailah, I am very sorry, but the RGS is very powerful. If I rejected their request…it would look bad for my company.”
“What…who?” Nailah stammered, she was so upset she didn’t have words.
Finally she resorted to Arabic, her first language.
“Mr. Gamal, who is the archeologist? And where does he plan to dig…furthermore, what does he plan to dig for?”
Rahim spoke back to her in Arabic.
“The archeologist, his name is Dr. Dankworth. He is going to look for An’Kah…”
Alfie clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth.
“Those…fucking…cunts,” Alfie said.
Alfie could speak Arabic fluently, so he hadn’t missed any of the details. Standing up from his chair without saying a word he left the office. Nailah chased after him, placing a hand on his arm. He pulled his arm away and proceeded down the path they had come.
“Alfie? Wait…please, I cannot walk quickly in these blasted boots,” she said, tottering after him.
He slowed and seeing her toddle over to him made him smile. At least he and Nailah back in his life.
“So the RGS tells me I’m a fool for looking for An’Kah, eh? Then they go fund some other cunt to do the dig?”
“I…I really had no idea. I’m just as stunned as you are…the RGS never mentioned it in any of the newsletters.”
“Who the fuck is Dr. Dankworth?”
“Oh, he’s…well, he’s rather good. You’ve never heard of him because he only recently joined the RGS…a bit of an outlier, but he did some very good work in Mongolia,” she said.
“You know him?”
“Yes, I do. Maybe…maybe we can talk with him, see if we could convince him otherwise?”
Alfie agreed so they returned to Nailah’s flat so that she could make a phone call to the consulate and then get patched over to Dr. Dankworth’s residence. By noon, the couple waited outside a medium sized sandstone home with a large black gate in front. They were let in by the butler and they then waited again in the lobby drinking tea.
“Hurry up and wait, then…” Alfie grumbled.
Alfie was seated on a red-velvet covered couch with Nailah perched next to him. She fussed with her blouse, buttoning at least one of the buttons he had undone earlier. Just then Dr. Dankworth entered the room. Nailah and Alfie both stood up. Dr. Dankworth was very handsome and young. He had a barrel chest, dark blue eyes and well kept black hair. His smile was white and bright and he carried himself like a soldier.
“Afternoon,” he said, smiling. “Nailah, so good to see you again.”
He went over, took her hand and kissed it. Then turned to Alfie and shook his hand firmly. Dr. Dankworth was about six-one and stood over them both.
“Please, take a seat,” he offered.
They returned to their seats and Dr. Dankworth sat across from them in an Egyptian reed woven chair.
“Henry, I wanted to see you…about An’Kah,” Nailah said.
Alfie frowned, he didn’t care for how they knew each other on a first name basis.
“Yes, amazing isn’t it? I mean…about your first try, Dr. Solomons, commendable, really. I can’t believe that the RGS didn’t stay patient with your progress,” he said.
“That’s because there was no progress,” Alfie said, flattly.
“Right, well…hopefully, on this dig there will be,” Dr. Dankworth said.
“Well, honestly, Henry, how do you think you will fare better? I just don’t want you to end up like…um, well…”
“Like me,” Alfie finished.
Dr. Dankworth chuckled. “Oh, you always worry so, Nailah. I have an ace up my sleeve, so I’ll be fine.”
The butler walked into the room.
“A telephone call, sir,” he said, then turned back to the other part of the house.
“Oh, will you excuse me for just a brief moment,” Dr. Dankworth asked.
Once Dankworth left the room, Nailah opened a few more buttons on her shirt.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” Alfie asked.
“Obviously, this meeting isn’t going well, maybe…this will help?” she asked.
“You know, in this case, put the girls away, eh? I think he likes you a bit too much,” Alfie said.
In the end, their mission to dissuade Dr. Dankworth from proceeding with his dig failed. They left the premises slightly disheartened. It was nearing one p.m. and they had not taken lunch yet, so they stopped off at a café. They ordered and as they waited Alfie had to ask Nailah a question.
“Why is every other man sniffing around you, eh?”
“Pardon?”
“William, now this bloke. And well, almost every other man that encounters you looks at you a certain way…I don’t like it,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “Are you insinuating I’m sleeping with every man I encounter?”
“No, I just think…maybe you’re being a bit too flirtatious.”
“Oh good lord, being polite and friendly doesn’t mean I am flirting. You men, you think just because a woman smiles and acts cordial that she wants to drop her knickers for you, but that is certainly not the case. I would pose the question, what is wrong with men?”
Alfie stroked his beard and thought about it.
“I dunno, luv, we're always randy, that’s the problem,” he said.
“I don’t know why you’re jealous, it isn’t like we are married,” she said.
“Yeah, well, whose fault is that?”
She didn’t say anything and gave him a sheepish look.
“On the boat, I didn’t fucking mention it, but I’m gonna say it now. I proposed to you twice and what did you do?”
She looked off to the side, not wanting to answer. Alfie leaned forward on the table, giving her a hard stare.
“Nailah…what did you do?” he asked again.
“I said no,” she said, annoyed by him pushing the subject.
“That’s right, no, each bleeding time,” Alfie said, gruffly.
“I told you why,” she said.
“Yeah, “I’m a free and independent woman, I shouldn’t have to rely on a man”,” Alfie said, making his voice higher, trying to imitate her voice.
“I do not sound like that,” she said. “Nor did I say that.”
“It ain’t verbatim, but it sums it up, luv,” he said, sitting back in his chair.
“Nevermind all that now, what about the dig?” she asked.
“It’s fucked innit?”
“No…there has to be another way,” she said.
“Give it a rest, Nailah,” Alfie said. “You don’t know when to give up.”
“No, I don’t know when to give up because that’s not what Avrom taught me, nor you,” she said.
Alfie shifted in his chair.
“You can accuse me of not wanting to get married, but you abandoned me when I needed you most,” she said.
“Abandoned you?” Alfie asked in disbelief.
“Alfie, I’ve been writing you letters for the past two years, you responded to one out of dozens. I wrote to you three times since I’ve been in Egypt, giving you my address. And when father…” She tried to speak, but her voice broke.
She covered her mouth and tears filled her eyes. Then she found her voice again.
“When father died, where were you? I needed you…I was alone. Alone in that big house with so many memories…and no one to talk to. Mother died all those years ago…and so I decided to move back to Egypt…to find you, but you…you didn’t care!”
“Nailah, if we had gotten…” Alfie went on to say.
“Don’t you dare say married! I gave you my heart all those years ago. Marriage? What is that but a piece of paper?! I see so many men and women married, but they aren’t in love. Love is what binds you, not marriage! And I love you, Alfie Solomons, you stubborn, stubborn man!”
They were sitting outside on the patio of the café and Nailah was speaking to him in a harsh whisper. Alfie was dumbfounded and had nothing he could say to defend himself. Their food was served and they ate quietly. On their way back to her flat they walked in silence.
Alfie spotted a park gate as they walked down the pathway. He slipped his hand into her hand and guided her into the park. It was like a mini oasis, green flora and tall palm trees filled the small enclosure. A large fountain sat in the center and was surrounded by a brilliant array of yellow, orange, pink and red flowers.
Although she followed him willingly, she refused to look at him. He sat her on a bench and crouched down in front of her, there was no one else in the park.
“Nailah?” he asked.
She looked away dismissively.
“Habibti,” he said, turning her chin so he could see her eyes.
Her light brown eyes were still filled with tears and it made his heart ache badly.
“You are my heart, you know that, yeah?”
She closed her eyes and fresh tears fell from them. Alfie brushed them away with his thumb.
“What I did…I was a fool. I am sorry, habibti,” he said, earnestly.
He could tell it was working, his apology.
“I’ll make you a promise?” he said, thinking of another way to end her sorrow.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him. He gripped her hands tightly.
“I will never ask you to marry me again,” he said.
She stared at him then tried to stifle a laugh. Through Nailah’s heart, he knew, was humor. She started giggling and shaking her head at his joke. He smiled and sat next to her on the bench.
“You’re a madman, Alfie Solomons,” she said, kissing him.
“Yeah, and you’re a madwoman for sticking by me,” he grinned, kissing her back.
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Is that [SIDHARTH MALHOTRA]? No, that’s [RAHIM SHAH]. The [39] year old [ALPHA] [CISMALE] is a [TAVERN WORKER] in the [SABRE] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [FLIRTATIOUS] & [GENEROUS], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [NONCOMMITTAL] & [CAREFREE]. Their friends also say that they’re into [WORSHIP, PRAISE ] but don’t even think about trying [WATERSPORTS, SCAT] with them.
BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: Rahim Nilam Shah
Nicknames: Ra
Age: Thirty-Nine
Secondary Gender: Alpha
Occupation: Tavern Worker in the Sabre pack
APPEARANCE;
Height: 6′0
Weight: 182 pounds
Build: Athletic, Toned
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Shaved/Trimmed/Natural: Smooth
Wolf Color: Golden Brown Overcoat, Sandy-White Undercoat
Wolf Size/Build: Average
SEX;
Kinks: Worship, Praise, Multiple Orgasms (Giving), Anal (Giving/Receiving), Oral (Giving/Receiving), Rimming (Giving/Receiving), Fingering (Giving/Receiving), Sensory Play, Power Bottoming, Service Topping, Open To Others.
Anti-Kinks: Non-con, Humilation/Degradation, Watersports, Scat, Baby-Play, Diaper-Play
BIOGRAPHY;
As soon as Rahim had been born, expectations had been placed upon him even before he began to learn how to crawl. After all, he was the second son of a King, and while he wasn’t next in line for his father’s throne, he was still expected to represent himself in a manner that wouldn’t reflect badly on his family. From early lessons with his father’s hand-picked tutors to training with the master-at-arms, Rahim was taught everything that a prince should know. But frankly, he found it boring. Sure, he was a dutiful student and he excelled in his sword-play – though he was certainly much better with a spear than he was the sword – but he found it ridiculous to spend all of his time preparing for a throne that would never be his. It was his father’s throne, and it would be his brother’s throne after him – so why prepare for something that wouldn’t happen?
There was one good thing that came with his privilege as a prince, though, and that were the parties. As a young pup, he hadn’t appreciated them for what they were – he didn’t enjoy being forced to dress up to appease his father’s many friends – but as he grew older, and as he began to go from pup to wolf, he began to realize that perhaps these parties had a silver lining to them after all. Not only could he enjoy himself with the drink once he had presented as an Alpha, as his parents were adamant that he not drink until he reached adolescence, but the people that attended these parties were oh so beautiful. Men, women, Alpha, Omega, dual-natured or not, there were so many wolves that he could meet and flirt with, and he wanted them all. And any that drew his eye would note that he was a generous man, always willing to give everything to make his parents smile – or moan – as he would often lavish them with gifts galore.
While many caught his eye, though, none of them quite were able to catch his attention entirely. Soon he became known as a notorious bachelor, an Alpha that only thought with his knot and that once you fell into bed with him, that was it. That was hardly the case. Sure, Rahim didn’t want more out of his partners than sex, but he didn’t ditch them once he had sex with them. Many of his lovers remained his lovers even after their first time together, and those that he no longer fooled around with he ended on good terms with, but over time, his antics began to plague his father and later, after his father died, his brother. Once his brother was King, he told Rahim that he needed to settle down, that he needed to find a mate and have children in case that he, himself, was unable to produce an heir to the throne.
This bothered Rahim, but he figured that he could still have children without actually mating with someone, and so he turned to one of his long-lasting partners and sought to produce a couple of children – both girls – to appease his brother. While he and his partner weren’t married, the King had to accept that his brother just wasn’t the type to marry and so the King sought to wed a woman himself. Only the woman had turned out to be another one of Rahim’s past lovers, unbeknownst to Rahim’s brother. The prince could only stand by his brother’s side as he wed a woman who’s legs he had already familiarized himself with, a woman who he heard moan out his name multiple times throughout their six month relationship, and he could only be happy that the King was to marry and produce his own children. If it took the focus off of him, and allowed him to enjoy his time as a prince? Then so be it.
What he didn’t expect, of course, was for his sister-in-law – his Queen – to approach him one evening when his brother was busy and proposition him. His brother, it seemed, had failed to put a child in her belly and she had admitted that the sex with him was mediocre whereas with Rahim… Well, she admitted that Rahim was definitely the better of the two brothers, and that she wanted to pick up right where she left off. And how could he say no? This beautiful woman was dressed in the finest silks and wearing the finest jewelry, and though she was his brother’s wife, she was also his Queen and he would be a fool to turn her down, right? Or, at least, that’s what he kept reminding himself.
The two continued to meet in secrecy, fucking whenever his brother was away on a diplomatic trip, and soon she was with child. There was no doubt in either of their minds who the real father was, but Rahim’s brother was beyond thrilled at the notion that he was going to be a father so Rahim kept quiet. And so, too, did the Queen. Seven years later, and two more pups after, the tryst with the Queen soon came to an end when his brother returned early from one of his diplomatic missions to find Rahim balls deep inside his wife. Rahim was quick to begin to apologize, ready to admit that the Queen had approached him first, when the Queen screamed and lashed out at Rahim – making it seem as though he had assaulted her and used her without her consent. The King was furious, but, because this was his brother, he gave him one chance – leave the kingdom and don’t ever return, or he will lose his head.
That night, after gathering as much of his things as he could, he left on horse back and began to search for a new place to call home. There were a few villages that he came across that were interesting, and he stayed with them for a few nights, but none of them caught his attention. Until Athos, that is. Upon arriving at Athos, he was amazed to see what the people of the village could do with so little – they didn’t have an influx of gold like a royal family, but they were prospering. And what was more was that it seemed every wolf that lived there was beyond attractive, and Rahim knew… he found his new home.
This was over a year ago, and Rahim has already made himself known as a wolf that is quite flirtatious and libidinous – which makes him adept at his job as a tavern worker, able to schmooze wolves into tips or making wolves simply feel good about themselves – and many know that if there is a wolf that is ever down to fuck? It’s Rahim. For it didn’t matter to him if the wolf was Alpha or Omega, Top or Bottom, Male or Female… So long as you were down for a good time, Rahim was always game.
And while he may be nearing his fortieth name day… He certainly is showing no signs of stopping.
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🤍🧡💛 for Ushio, Murphy, and Kyle for the f/o asks?
🤍 when did you first realize you were in love with s/i?
"There's no single, monumental moment, my feelings build up slowly, until they were too big to ignore. The duel we had, where she had some of my cards was the turning point for me to realize consciously that my feelings weren't strictly friendship anymore, and bring up front the idea that she feels the same."
❤️ is there anything you would like to do with s/i in the near future?
"I don't think about future much, anymore. I used to, before she came into my life. Now, I'm happy if our domestic days keep going."
💛 if s/i were a colour, an animal and a place, what would they be?
"Color: Pink. No question. It's her favorite. I think it suits her personality well.
Animal: Deer. I call her that as pet name, as she has bear ones for me. I think she's as graceful as deer. She doesn't agree
Place: Specific, but warm bed with soft blankets in the most comfiest house you can think of. She makes me feel safe, loved and warm."
🤍 when did you first realize you were in love with s/i?
"When I went back to Ryall to fulfill my remaining sentence. Sewell got arrested for blackmailing me into killing Coleridge and Cunningham's defense meant a lot to me. It wasn't long, I was almost out before my.. journey. She send me letters every day and each one of them gave me little bit more hope there's something out there in the wide society for me. Reading those letters, hearing her thoughts, which were so kind and understanding for someone like me, how tender she was in her wording.. It was so different from the last letter Carol had sent, it made me realize how love can be tad different for everyone, especially if you love someone more than once in your lifetime.
I felt.. I thought there was something she left out in each of her letters. Turns out she never wrote she loved me."
❤️ is there anything you would like to do with s/i in the near future?
"Maybe bring her sailing on small boat. It was fun, for a short while it lasted, to be in charge of DJ Ricks boat. She doesn't like it much, as it's more windy near sea and she can't swim well, but I think it'd be romantic for us. Gotta time it right. It has to be really hot for her to agree."
💛 if s/i were a colour, an animal and a place, what would they be?
"Color: Ivory white. I associate it with angels and I tend to think she's my angel. I call her as such and she blushes very red. It's because she came into my life when I needed her the most, like an guardian angel. Just as kind.
Animal: Puppy. I know, it's not animal, but she reminds me of one.
Place: Cottage in winter getaway with fireplace."
🤍 when did you first realize you were in love with s/i?
"Probably after I saved Rahim's life. There was too much going on, but Diana tried to help and then joked how useless she is. She's not. No one is. I told her that and Jade and Rahim stared at me like I had grown extra head. They hadn't seen me like that."
❤️ is there anything you would like to do with s/i in the near future?
"Finally get to safe place and calm down without constant threat of death and new viruses. I doubt we will get rest until GRE is bankrupt."
💛 if s/i were a colour, an animal and a place, what would they be?
Color: Purple, like sunset.
Animal: Badger. They're cute but also surprisingly resilient, like Diana.
Place: Sunny beach.
#((murphy: allow me to infodump))#f/o take over#letters of love#harran lore#i'll keep you safe#downpour and sunshine#hearts of gold
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To answer gerhy1 's question...
(Boys) WOULD:
Bobby
Gary
Rooco
Noah
Henrik
Felix
(Girls)
Hope
Elisa
Priya
Chelsea
Shannon
WOULDN'T:
The rest.... yeahhhhhh they don't give off that vibe.
First and foremost, I hate that as black players as black women both in real life and online gaming, we have to ask ourselves with these characters or with these people that I'm talking to date me because of my race. It's a sad reality that black women often have to go through from an early age, I'm talking elementary or middle school age. You start to see all of the media being portrayed as you not being the desirable love interest but the sassy black best friend who is always single and ready to help their oftentimes lighter skinned and or biracial/non black counterpart, mostly White woman, when the guy of their dreams. Not only is this portrayed in media but it is portrayed in real life.
Black women are often told they are undesirable by their own male counterpart FIRST and then you start to notice that you're the last one picked or on love island, the black woman will always be picked last and done the dirtiest in every single season. Even in the love Island USA version where a black couple, Justine and Caleb won, but broke up months later because, allegedly, Caleb used her popularity as a black woman to win the show and cheated on her. So it is natural that we have to ask ourselves but it shouldn't be that way.
Back to the Islanders...
People like Rahim and Carl and Lucas and Marisol don't give off that vibe of a black woman being their first choice mostly because of their ideal types and what they named and who they end up with, specifically Rahim with Jo. A lot of times, those athletes end up with white women who look just like her so that's not a surprise.
Lucas said he was attracted to blondes and if we all watch season 7 or any of the love Island seasons, we all know that blonde equals blue eyes and blue eyes equals white women 99.99% of the time. Now with him it could be a possibility because he did have an attraction to Hope and wanted to pick her so it's not a lost option, however if a white woman with blonde hair that had a clean cut look, he'd pick her right away.
I think the same as carl. Again, Lucas and Carl and Marisol are not completely out but I wouldn't put it pass them.
I hate that we still ask these questions when playing games like this. I think we should stop asking ourselves these questions because all it does is just make us feel inferior cuz one thing about it, black women are the blueprint and and once you see that, ain't no boy or girl telling you oh I don't date black people going to bother you no more cuz you already know you're that bitch and tuy don't need a racist lil STINK to validate you.
Anyway... these are my thoughts
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99 Names of Allah with English meaning!
1. Allah (الله) The Greatest Name
2. Ar-Rahman (الرحمن) The All-Compassionate
3. Ar-Rahim (الرحيم) The All-Merciful
4. Al-Malik (الملك) The Absolute Ruler
5. Al-Quddus (القدوس) The Pure One
6. As-Salam (السلام) The Source of Peace
7. Al-Mu’min (المؤمن) The Inspirer of Faith
8. Al-Muhaymin (المهيمن) The Guardian
9. Al-Aziz (العزيز) The Victorious
10. Al-Jabbar (الجبار) The Compeller
11. Al-Mutakabbir (المتكبر) The Greatest
12. Al-Khaliq (الخالق) The Creator
13. Al-Bari’ (البارئ) The Maker of Order
14. Al-Musawwir (المصور) The Shaper of Beauty
15. Al-Ghaffar (الغفار) The Forgiving
16 Al-Qahhar (القهار) The Subduer
17. Al-Wahhab (الوهاب) The Giver of All
18. Ar-Razzaq (الرزاق) The Sustainer/Provider
19 Al-Fattah (الفتاح) The Opener
20 Al-`Alim (العليم) The Knower of All
21 Al-Qabid (القابض) The Constrictor
22. Al-Basit (الباسط) The Reliever/Expander
23 Al-Khafid (الخافض) The Abaser
24 Ar-Rafi (الرافع) The Exalter
25 Al-Mu’izz (المعز) The Bestower of Honors
26 Al-Mudhill (المذل) The Humiliator
27 As-Sami (السميع) The Hearer of All
28 Al-Basir (البصير) The Seer of All
29 Al-Hakam (الحكم) The Judge
30 Al-`Adl (العدل) The Just
31 Al-Latif (اللطيف) The Subtle One
32 Al-Khabir (الخبير) The All-Aware
33 Al-Halim (الحليم) The Forbearing
34 Al-Azim (العظيم) The Magnificent
35. Al-Ghafur (الغفور) The Forgiver and Hider of Faults
36. Ash-Shakur (الشكور) The Rewarder of Thankfulness
37 Al-Ali (العلى) The Highest
38 Al-Kabir (الكبير) The Greatest
39 Al-Hafiz (الحفيظ) The Preserver
40 Al-Muqit (المقيت) The Nourisher
41 Al-Hasib (الحسيب) The Accounter
42 Al-Jalil (الجليل) The Mighty
43. Al-Karim (الكريم) The Generous
44 Ar-Raqib (الرقيب) The Watchful One
45. Al-Mujib (المجيب) The Responder to Prayer
46 Al-Wasi (الواسع) The All-Comprehending
47 Al-Hakim (الحكيم) The Perfectly Wise
48 Al-Wadud (الودود) The Loving One
49 Al-Majeed (المجيد) The Majestic One
50 Al-Ba’ith (الباعث) The Resurrector
51 Ash-Shahid (الشهيد) The Witness
52 Al-Haqq (الحق) The Truth
53 Al-Wakil (الوكيل) The Trustee
54 Al-Qawiyy (القوى) The Possessor of All Strength
55 Al-Matin (المتين) The Forceful One
56 Al-Waliyy (الولى) The Governor
57 Al-Hamid (الحميد) The Praised One
58 Al-Muhsi (المحصى) The Appraiser
59 Al-Mubdi’ (المبدئ) The Originator
60 Al-Mu’id (المعيد) The Restorer
61 Al-Muhyi (المحيى) The Giver of Life
62 Al-Mumit (المميت) The Taker of Life
63 Al-Hayy (الحي) The Ever Living One
64 Al-Qayyum (القيوم) The Self-Existing One
65 Al-Wajid (الواجد) The Finder
66 Al-Majid (الماجد) The Glorious
67 Al-Wahid (الواحد) The One, the All Inclusive, The Indivisible
68. As-Samad (الصمد) The Satisfier of All Needs
69 Al-Qadir (القادر) The All Powerful
70 Al-Muqtadir (المقتدر) The Creator of All Power
71 Al-Muqaddim (المقدم) The Expediter
72 Al-Mu’akhkhir (المؤخر) The Delayer
73 Al-Awwal (الأول) The First
74 Al-Akhir (الأخر) The Last
75 Az-Zahir (الظاهر) The Manifest One
76 Al-Batin (الباطن) The Hidden One
77 Al-Wali (الوالي) The Protecting Friend
78 Al-Muta’ali (المتعالي) The Supreme One
79 Al-Barr (البر) The Doer of Good
80. At-Tawwab (التواب) The Acceptor to Repentance
81 Al-Muntaqim (المنتقم) The Avenger
82. Al-‘Afuww (العفو) The Forgiver/Pardoner
83. Ar-Ra’uf (الرؤوف) The Clement/Compassionate
84 Malik-al-Mulk (مالك الملك) The Owner of All
85 Dhu-al-Jalal wa-al-Ikram (ذو الجلال و الإكرام) The Lord of Majesty and Bounty
86 Al-Muqsit (المقسط) The Equitable One
87 Al-Jami’ (الجامع) The Gatherer
88 Al-Ghani (الغنى) The Rich One
89 Al-Mughni (المغنى) The Enricher
90. Al-Mani'(المانع) The Preventer of Harm
91 Ad-Darr (الضار) The Creator of The Harmful
92. An-Nafi’ (النافع) The Creator of Good
93 An-Nur (النور) The Light
94. Al-Hadi (الهادي) The Guide
95. Al-Badi (البديع) The Originator
96. Al-Baqi (الباقي) The Everlasting One
97. Al-Warith (الوارث) The Inheritor of All
98. Ar-Rashid (الرشيد) The Righteous Teacher
99. As-Sabur (الصبور) The Patient One
Allah says “And to Allah belong the best names, so invoke Him by them.” [Surat Al-‘A`rāf, 7:180]
The Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) said,
“Allah has ninety-nine names, and whoever preserves them will enter Paradise.” (Muslim 2677)
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guess who's got more indiana jones thoughts
(i'm not cutting for spoilers anymore so this is your last warning)
had a better audio experience this viewing, idk what's up with indie theaters having worse audio or projectors but i guess i have to give the big chains some points for not sucking. there were several lines i only finally caught for the first time this time around. (teddy's line to himself when he jumps the plane to steal it [something like "come on, Big Talker"], klaber yelling out of the plane offscreen during the divebombing [something like "die you savages!" and then "swinehuntzen!" which idek if that's supposed to be grammatical or whatever.])
I know I mentioned Helena's Theme sounds very Casablanca-y ("As Time Goes By"), which I'm sure is on purpose given it's her base of black market operations and situation with Rahim, but on the rewatch her scene with Indy right at the emotional climax I also feel like is kind of a riff off the final scene between Ilsa and Rick. Maybe I'm looking at it too hard; maybe I'm not. Hard to tell if it's on purpose or just because Indiana Jones as a concept is so packed to the gills with parts of old movies. Either way it feels very much at home, and a nice little resonance if it's intended.
Strange side note but a thing noted nonetheless; credits list has Indy as "Indiana Jones" and then most of the rest of the leads just get one name ("Marion", "Sallah", "Hauke", etc.). Just an interesting counterpoint to the credits of Raiders.
Also, there's a credit for "Drunk Flight Stewardess"?????????? Must have been a cut scene, or I definitely missed something.
(I just went to find a screencap of that and HOW is the pirated rip still a fucking CAM rip. IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS)
Anyway. Plotwise, more pedantic critiques, why include the moon thing at all when Athena is not a moon goddess but ALSO BECAUSE YOU DON'T NEED A MOON SIGN WHY IS THERE A MOON SIGN WHEN THE INTENDED PORTAL IS JUST CLOSED OFF FROM A CAVE COLLAPSE OR WHATNOT. I THINK THERE WAS A BETTER SOLUTION TO BE WRITTEN HERE. All of the mythology writing around Archimedes' tomb is so sloppy to me, it's really the weakest thing for me. didntyouevergotosundayschool.gif except about reading greek myths or anthropology or whatever I GUESS
if an elementary school mythology/history/archaeology picture book would be doing more accurate things than your ARCHAEOLOGY THEMED plot, i'm sorry but that is a No. try again. failed step one.
unrelated. wished they had taken a hot second to make a rubbing of the wax tablet before they melted it; i realize that is not the point nor would it do anything for the plot but NEVERTHELESS!
Mads still needed more screentime. I will say it a hundred times. thanks for coming to my TED talk.
okay that's all for now to add to the list byeeeeeeeeeee
#spoilers#indiana jones#dial of destiny#posts part ten thousand of three hundred thousand or somesuch
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How Many Players Are Participating In Zim Afro T10 2023
Afro T10 is an upcoming T10 cricket league that will be played in Harare, Zimbabwe, starting on 20th July 2023. The league is owned by T10 Sports Management and is organised in association with ZC or Zimbabwe Cricket (previously known as the Zimbabwe Cricket Union).
It follows the T10 cricket format; each team plays ten overs and the match lasts approximately 90 minutes. The inaugural edition of the Zim Afro T10 2023, will feature five teams; Bulawayo Braves, Harare Hurricanes, Durban Qalandars, Joburg Buffaloes, and Cape Town Samp Army. Be prepared to see their names across all Cricket News channels!
Without further ado, let’s meet all the players that will play in this year's Zim Afro T10 League, that's capturing Sports News Headlines everywhere. We expect this cricketing event to dominate major Sports Headlines in the cricketing world, everywhere!
Meet The Zim Afro T10 League 2023 Squad
Ever since its announcement, Zim Afro T20 has been capturing Sports Headlines everywhere and is expected to tune in millions of cricket fans across the globe.
Starting on 20th July, we all will have just one question on our minds- Who Will Win Today’s Match? To know your answers, make sure to tune in to the Zim Afro matches that will telecast on the Sports18 TV channel in India or steam it live on the JioCinema app. Don't worry if you miss the match, as you can always get your Latest Sports News from the fastest cricket live score update platform, SportsBuzz.
Be prepared to see all these faces splashed across all Sports News channels, starting tomorrow!
Bulawayo Braves
Sikander Raza,Taskin Ahmed, Ashton Turner,Tymal Mills, Thisara Perera, Ben McDermott Beau Webster, Patrick Dooley, Kobe Herft, Ryan Burl, Timycen Maruma, Joylord Gumbie, Innocent Kai, Faraz Akram, Mujeeb Ur Rehman
Cape Town Samp Army
Rahmanullah Gurbaz, Shaun Williams, Bhanuka Rajapaksa, Mahesh Theekshana Sheldon Cottrel, Karim Janat, Chamika Karunaratne, Peter Hazlogou, Matthew Breetzke Richard Ngarava, Zhuwao Cephas, Hamilton Masakadza, Tadshwani Marumani Tinashe Kamunakewe, Parthiv Patel, Mohamed Irfan, Stuart Binny
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Asif Ali, Mohammed Amir, George Linde, Hazratullah Zazai, Tim Sifert, Sisanda Magala, Hilton Cartwright, Mirza Thahir Baig, Tayab Abbas, Craig Ervin, Tendai Chatara Brad Evans, Clive Madande, Nick Welch, Andre Fletcher
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Mushfiqur Rahim, Odean Smith, Tom Banton, Yusuf Pathan, Will Smeed, Noor Ahmad Ravi Bopara, Usman Shinwari, Junior Dala, Blessing Muzarabani, Wellington Masakadza Wesley Madhevere, Victor Nyauchi, Milton Shumba, Mohamed Hafeez, Rahul Chopra
Harare Hurricanes
Eoin Morgan, Mohamed Nabi, Evin Lewis, Robin Uthappa, Donovon Ferraira Shahzawaz Dahani, Duan Jansen, Samit Patel, Kevin Kothegoda, Christopher Mpofu, Regis Chakabva, Luke Jongwe, Brandon Mavuta Tashinga Mushiwa, Irfan Pathan, Khalid Shah, S Sreesanth
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HARIVANSH RAI BACHCHAN BIRTH ANNIVERSARY 27th Nov
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Who was Harivansh Rai Bachchan?
Early life
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Achievements
Intro- Nature has given us all same brain. It depends on us how we use it. Some people make history by using it. Every person has their capabilities and skills. Writing and the poetic field have always been fortunate with some great minds. William Shakespeare, Ruskin Bond, Rabindranath Tagore, Tulsi Das, Kabir Das, Rahim, Gulzar, Suryakant Tripathi, Harivansh Rai Bachchan, etc. contributed their best in the art field. One of them was Harivansh Rai Bachchan.
Who was Harivansh Rai Bachchan? – Harivansh Rai Bachchan was a great Indian writer and poet. He was born on 27th November 1907 to Pratap Narayan Shrivastav and Saraswati Devi. Thus Nov. 27th is celebrated as his birth anniversary. He was born in Allahabad (Prayagraj now) Uttar Pradesh, India. He started using his name Bachchan in his poems instead of Shrivastav. From 1941 to 1957, He taught In the English department at Allahabad University, and after that, he spent the next two years at St Catharine's College, Cambridge, Cambridge University completing a Ph.D. on W.B. Yeats.
Early Life- Harivansh Rai Bachchan was the eldest son of Pratap Narayan Srivastava and Saraswati Devi Srivastava. His father worked as a clerk in the office of the Pioneer newspaper. He was fondly referred to as “Bachchan” a sobriquet that would stick with him for a lifetime. His childhood was wrought with financial troubles which instilled in him a desire to rise above his situation. Very early on, the young Harivansh Rai developed a penchant for reading and spent long hours in the library, voraciously reading all the books that were at his disposal.
Work and Career- A grieving Harivansh Rai Bachchan took up various ill-suited jobs until he was offered a lectureship at the English department in Allahabad university. This opportunity proved favourable to develop his craft in poetry. While he is widely regarded as a poet, he was also a gifted translator, demystifying the writings of WB Keats, William Shakespeare and Omar Khayyam for the Indian audience. He based his PhD thesis on the works of WB Keats and occultism. additionally, he also wrote extensively on politics, love and philosophy. Harivansh Rai Bachchan also worked at the All India Radio Station and later at the Ministry of External Affairs, translating documents in Hindi. His career as a poet rose to fame after the publication of his renowned 146 verse poem “Madhushala”. Creating a fan-frenzy, Madhushala would always be demanded by the audience during his poetry recitals. He also published his 4-part autobiography, which was well-received and later translated into English by Rupert Snell. In the collection of his 30 poems, the last poem titled “Ek November 1984” was based on the assassination of Indira Gandhi.
Achievements- Bachchan's work has been used in movies and music. For example, couplets of his work "Agneepath" are used throughout the 1990 movie Agneepath, starring Amitabh Bachchan, and also later in the 2012 remake Agneepath, starring Hrithik Roshan. and recently in the TV Serial Ishqbaaz. His famous writings are Madhushala, Madhubala, Madhukalash, Sopaan, etc. “Never live like a flower, for you shall be shattered as soon as you bloom; live like a stone if you so wish, for one day you shall turn into a god”, was a quote given by one of the stalwarts of Hindi literature, Harivansh Rai Bachchan. Celebrated as the pioneer of the Chhayavad movement or the romantic upsurge movement in the 20th century, Harivansh Rai Bachchan has a collection of 30 poems to his name. His writings traversed various themes such as man’s need for freedom, tussling with the orthodoxy of religion, love, and dependence, and unequal societal power structures. His poetry is a testimony to his unmatched talent, rich in its imageries, and lyrical beauty and doused in a streak of rebellion. Regarded as the “romantic rebel”, he evoked passionate and wild enthusiasm from his audience, through his renditions. This blog covers the life story of Harivansh Rai Bachchan, the man who truly had his way with words.
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