For Real Bro! Like I'm Literally Lazy On The Campus But This Kid Is Suffering Just To Live. What The

I can't relate to any of this because the seasons in my country are dry and rain. But don't worry, it's fun.

God invented winter so girls could exchange body heat

"lesser evil"

not enough aang and gyatso out there...

The little boy, although injured and covered in blood, smiling and said, "This is a test from Allah , Allah wants to forgive our sins because He loves us, we will be cleansed and go to heaven." It teaches us an important lesson. 😭

Ranking of Kings punny names

Ok ok last post I’m making about Ranking of Kings.

I know lots of people picked up on Bosse and Hiling, but I just want y’all to know I see almost every single name as a pun:

Bojji. “bocchi” refers to someone who is alone

Kage. Literally means shadow

Bosse. Boss

Hiling. Healing

Daida. “dai” and “da” can both be written with the character for big. Possibly referencing he is son of Bosse, or the wishes for him to be king.

Miranjo. “Mira no jo”. Woman of the mirror

Bebin. “Hebi” means snake. And “He” with a tenten reads “Be”

Apeas. “Su-pi-a” (spear) backwards

Dorshe. “Shi-ru-do” (shield) backwards

Desuha & Despa. “Desu” is death. That’s all I got. “Ha” with a maru reads “Pa” so their names do look visually similar.

Ouken. “Ou” is king. “Ken” is sword.

Hokuro. Literally mole, like the one on his face.

Domas. Ok this one I was genuinely stumped but I’ve read someone interpreted it as “dumbass” and I love that.

Idk some of these might be a stretch? But I love overthinking pun names.

The last setences got me laughing :V

Hi my name is Count Doctor Hannibal Lecter VIII M.D. im a cannibal (that’s how I got my name) and I have shiny brown hair with gold streaks and silver tips that reaches my mid-neck and maroon eyes that reflect red pinpoints like limpid blood and a lot of people tell me I look like Sandro Botticelli (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Lady Murasaki but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a cannibal but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale golden skin. I’m also a doctor, and I own a psychiatric practice in Baltimore where I help my patients (I’m forty-seven). I’m an aristocrat (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly brown. I love Garrison Bespoke and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a brown plaid suit with a matching silk pocket square and a blue paisley tie, blue socks and brown oxfords. I was wearing pink lipstick, beige foundation, gold highlighter and concealer on my eyebrows. I was walking outside the BSHCI. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of fbi agents stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

me, having iftar on my workplace a bit late and still groaning make me felt like this when i see this picture

photo by hind khoudary

Happy anniversary to the time Nandor blocked the Suez Canal!

Buttercup (Invincible)

Author’s note: as someone who lost my mom, I had to write for full mask mark losing his mom. Different circumstances, but still has grief all the same

Warnings: Death, grief

(Technically a short story for the Invincible AVRP AU but can be read by itself)

Characters: Full Mask Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson

💛🕊💫🌼☁️ 💛🕊💫🌼☁️ 💛🕊💫🌼☁️

“Mama!” His high pitched child voice squeaks out, running to her with open arms as if he forgot she was there with him. She smiles wider as he kneels down to his level, opening her arms wide. He giggles and crashes full force into her, knowing that she will always be there to catch him, to break his fall. He laughs as she hums “woah!” At his enthusiasm to ses her. She lifts him up into her arms, wrapping them around his tiny body to make sure he’s secure. Nothing will hurt him.

“Look mama!” He hands her the flower, and she gasps and takes it from his delicate hands.

“Woah, thank you, sweetie.” He beams at the praise.

“Do you know what flower this is?” He shakes his head in return.

“This is a buttercup, if you hold it under your chin and your chin is yellow it means you like butter” he gasps in return and lets his mother hold it under his chin.

“Oh, looks like someone likes butter” she teases and lightly tickles his tummy. He giggles in response before chuckling out, “now you try mama!”

She hums and holds it under her chin with a smile, the buttercup glowing a yellow hue under her chin, “is my chin yellow”

He gasps and nods, like this is some sort of witchcraft he’s never seen before.

“Let’s go see if your dad likes butter” Mark cheers as she lets him down, holding the buttercup as his tiny legs run to his dad.

—💛🕊💫🌼☁️

“Do you remember that, mom? After that I have always picked you a buttercup or two on Mother’s Day until I was able to buy my own flowers. Always of a yellow variety though, it has to be in theme,” he chuckles weakly before talking again, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom”

Mark pressed a soft kiss to her temple, as tears dropped onto her pale skin. He pulls away, as he stares at her lifeless body. He can’t let go though, they haven’t had enough time together. They never got to go on a mother-son vacation, she will never see him have children, she will never get to even reach the age of 60. In his head, he hopes by some miracle she will gasp for air again, but he’s tried all he could. CPR didn’t even work but crushed her ribs.

He carried her over to the couch, hugging her close and he pulled a blanket over her. He doesn’t want her to get cold, she always hated the cold. Out during sunny days was what she loved. The yellow lilies, daffodils and buttercups were wilted on the floor, the water spilling, the vase shattered.

He runs a hand over her cheek, feeling her body slowly get cooler. He clenches his teeth, thinking of all the times she said I love you, and he wished he said them back. Or the times he would rush out of the house to play at a friend’s house and she looked disappointed that he didn’t stay to eat her cooking. Or when he would play with his dad more than her. What if she hates him for that? He’s sure hating himself right now for that.

He hums a tune to an old song they used to play in the car as he braids her hair. He knows she’s dead, even if he doesn’t want to accept it, but she deserves to look beautiful even after she lives.

—💛🕊💫🌼☁️

“Mama?”

Debbie turns, she hadn’t heard Mark use that name in a while. He looks in shock, on the verge of tears, and he wraps her in an almost crushing hug- literally.

“Mark?! What’s gotten into you? We had dinner together yesterday. Are you happy to see me?” She chuckles it off.

“Mom, oh god- I want you to know I love you, you mean the world to me. You raised me better than this” He rambles as his voice quivers, his eyes watering and ready to overflow.

“Mark? Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“I got you these”

He hands her a bouquet of lilies, daffodils and buttercups, with specks of dirt on them like he found them and pulled them from the dirt himself.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama…”

"Jika Allah berkehendak, Dia Mahakuasa untuk menciptakan semesta sekejap saja", tulis Imam Al Qurthubi, "namun Allah mengajarkan hamba-Nya tentang kelembutan dan ketelitian pada segala hal..."

Okay that's deep :)

Sang Nabi ﷺ Pun Berproses

@edgarhamas

Salah satu inspirasi terbesar kehidupan Rasulullah ﷺ yang relate dengan semua orang adalah: betapa pentingnya sebuah proses.

Syaikh Hasan Diddou menyampaikan, "bahwa salah satu tiang yang menyangga kesuksesan Rasul ﷺ adalah At Tadarruj Al Marhaliyah", maknanya: berlevel dan berproses.

Baginda Rasul ﷺ menjadi manusia besar yang dipilih jadi utusan Allah tentu bukan dengan persiapan yang serba tiba-tiba.

Masa kecil dan remaja beliau menunjukkan pada kita semua bahwa Nabi ﷺ benar-benar dididik oleh Allah untuk jadi manusia yang kuat fisik dan mentalnya. Beliau ﷺ telah menjadi yatim sejak kecil, sang ibu wafat saat usianya 6 tahun, disusul sang kakek yang berpulang saat beliau 8 tahun.

Baginda Nabi muda telah bekerja mandiri sejak usia beliau 15 tahun, menggembala domba: yang ternyata hikmahnya pun luarbiasa.

Setidaknya, kata Ibnu Hajar Al Asqalani, Rasul muda dididik Allah sebagai penggembala domba dengan hikmah istimewa: agar terbiasa dengan kesepian, supaya memiliki sifat yang rendah hati, dan punya gambaran bagaimana cara memanajemen.

Rasul menjadi manusia hebat dengan proses.

Aku pun ingin bertanya padamu: bukankah Allah Mahakuasa untuk memenangkan Nabi Muhammad ﷺ 1 hari saja setelah beliau diutus menjadi Rasul ﷺ?

Ya, Allah Mahakuasa atas itu. Namun dengan hikmah luarbiasa, kita disuguhkan kisah perjuangan Nabi yang 23 tahun; panjang dan penuh tantangan.

Agar umatnya tahu bahwa berproses adalah cara kita mengimani sunnatullah. Allah adalah Rabb yang Mahabijaksana, Al Hakim. Dia menetapkan sebuah sistem dimana siapapun yang ingin berjaya; janganlah ia nafikan proses.

Bahkan, kau tahu kan? Langit dan bumi diciptakan dalam 6 masa.

"Jika Allah berkehendak, Dia Mahakuasa untuk menciptakan semesta sekejap saja", tulis Imam Al Qurthubi, "namun Allah mengajarkan hamba-Nya tentang kelembutan dan ketelitian pada segala hal..."

Maka, kawan, hargailah proses. Di situ sabar dan syukurmu terasa sangat bermakna.

Bekasi, 25 Januari 2023