God I love how utterly whipped harrow is right from the start even though she doesn't realize it yet

"You dug, all night."

"Of course. This floor's hard as hell and there's a lot to cover."

This bitch spent all night digging and putting bones in the ground and then covering it up and making it look undisturbed all so that she could not only prevent Gideon from escaping but so that she could trick her and force the two of them together for an indefinite amount of time.

This happens before the book even starts but we find out on page 34

And yeah it maybe also has something to do with protecting the ninth covering up the truth and supporting an elaborate lie but nonetheless

45 Days

I kept dozing on and off as Dr.Carol was rambling on and on and on about microbiology. It was 4 p.m. I was tired as fuck and was so not in the mood to hear another aspect of performing a gram staining. I sighed and looked back toward the clock on the wall 4:30, yallah 30 min to go till 5 p.m and I’ll be done with this shit of a class. I leaned my head on my arm, as the monotonous voice of Dr.Carol was boring me to death, she was basically sitting on her chair and reading the headlines of the power point presentation that was displaying on the projector. Even though I don't pay attention much in class and ditch most the times, I had made sure to keep my GPA 3 and above. My legs that were freshly waxed for later today were shaking anxiously as I waited for the clock to hit 5 p.m. I felt my phone buzz on the table, Dr.Carol gave it no regard as she was so into explaining the differences between gram positive and gram negative bacteria. My phone buzzed again and I reached out to it casually, with no worries as Dr.Carol was to involved listening to Aysha the annoying smart ass in class to care about me checking my phone, my god Ayshas voice was annoying. I looked at my phone and a smile reached my eyes as saw a new text from Ahmad.

Baby ana bara3 gate 2

My smile got even wider at a the news and Dr.Carol glanced at me with a raised eye brow, I looked away from her as I texted him back.

yallah coming I’ll ditch, I miss you too much

I gathered my empty note book and laptop, and pushed them into my bag, I gave up on taking notes long time ago. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and looked to my side and gave Maitha my friend a knowing smile and wink. I pushed away from the table and stood up making my toward the door, I was sitting the very front of class so the door was few strides away. I honestly believed that sitting in the first row in the lecture hall would bring you from a B to an A, in addition to the occasional stupid visits to the professors during office hours. As I made my way toward the door, I gave Dr.Carol an apologetic look and she nodded at me understandingly. Dr.Carol, the rest of my professors, my classmates all know me as the nerdy goody two shoes, I have this act up and I made sure the all swallowed it. This reputation comes in handy when ever I reach the absence limits for attendance, as a smile and a stupid excuse from me always works like magic. Behind this act is a girl who is nothing like the classic Emirati girl.

 I absolutely hated this girl, the girl who wears her all black sheila and abaya that she was socially constructed into thinking she had the choice to wear. The girl who thought her body was only made to please her husband. The girl who would often feel the urge and ache between her legs but would ignore it as she had no idea how to relieve herself. The girl who was taught that her private parts could not be touched and if she touched it, she’d be good for nothing. She's the girl who wanted to dance in parties, but couldn't because her family told her its “3aib”. The girl who begs her parents to go to concerts, but the reply “t7lmeen” is what she hears. The girl who sees her brother coming back home at 4 am in the morning, without no one scolding him for being late. that girl was me, her innocence impersonated me, made live in a reality of fear, I pity her, she thought her family was right, she thought it was her fault, born a female into a patriarchal society.

I walked as fast as I could down the university hallway,  45 days, it has been 45 day since I last heard his voice, it has been 45 days since I last saw his smile, it has been 45 day since I last felt his lips, it has been 45 day since I felt his fingers tracing the most sensitive parts of me, 45 days since I last came with him on top of me. Before Ahmad got accepted in police academy, he used to go to the university next to mine, as we have met in the public library that was located in the academic city. He was struggling with his research and I was the only around. He noticed I was rapidly typing my research in english, and asked me to help him with his english paper. It had been a year together, meeting up secretly in locations I knew no one would know me at. I met him at the age of 20, while he was 22. And I could say in the one year we’ve been together he changed me and brought out the Dalal I am today.

As I reached gate 2 I pulled the handbag from over my shoulders and rambled through the bag searching for my university ID card in order for me to scan through the security guard. I felt my whole body tingle as I walked out of the gate door and saw Ahmeds army green Jeep parked in front of the gate, I lost control over my body as I ran toward his car. My body was rushing with adrenaline as I opened the car door and jumped into the car. I didn't even see Ahmads face, as I threw my body against him and hugged as tight as I could. My face was snuggled into he neck, the smell of his perfume made snuggle even tighter against him, I didn't want to let go, I was by now almost snuggled into his lap. Ahmad drove toward a parking a bit further from the gate and stopped the car.  He turned of the car and pulled me into his lap. I felt my eyes water, I tried to hold my snuffles, but as I smelled his scent, I lost control of my tears and cried against his chest, his soft maroon sweater by now was stained with my tears.

 I felt his arms pulling me as he whispered with laughter in his voice into my ear “baby baby its okay, Im here now” I pulled back and looked into his eyes, his thick eyes lashes and light brown eyes looked at me, with a comforting smile in his face. I couldn't talk, my voice felt heavy in my throat so I just pulled my body tighter into his body and tried to calm down. I took a deep breath and kissed his neck slowly, tracing the line of his freshly shaven beard, I kissed him even hard and heard him whisper my name slowly. I felt fire and ices within me making want to make him mine, to mark him with my kisses, to show other he belongs to me, I sucked harder at the spot beneath his ear as he whispered “ no Dalal not again” while laughing slowly. I remembered our first encounter, in the back seat of his car, I didn't know I gave him a hickey until he walked into the store and someone pointed it out, I pretended to be sorry but I was secretly happy that he had my mark on him.  I stopping biting his neck and looked at the bright red mark I left behind. I smiled at him as I leaned to whisper in his ears “Your my god baby”.  Those words were like fire on gasoline, and Ahmed took hold of my hair and pulled my face toward his as leaned into my lips. The taste of his lips, made me moan in hunger, my body was on fire, I pulled him closer but it wasn't close enough. I had his lower lips in my mouth and I was sucking on it gently, but I was I still hungry I wanted more. He pushed his lips hard into my own, and I felt his tongue licking my upper lips slowly, tantalising me with a need for something more. The kisses, the need, the fire, it was like our first kiss again.

He let go of my lips and kissed me down my nick, as he pulled my shiela away from my neck and pushed me into the back seat, with him above and my legs around him. No words spoken, our bodies spoke louder than we ever could. He had my back against the back seat, the heat was to much, I needed more. I pulled my arm free from my abaya and let it drop into the floor of the car. I pulled him back into my body and moaned loudly as our lips touched again, the heat between my legs was making my eyes roll back into head in desire. We kissed feverishly, almost too rough, he winced as I bit his lips into my mouth, and Ismiled and bit even harder. Ahmad traced his hands down my legs, I was wearing a mini skirt on his request, with a pair royal blue thongs, his favourite colour. His hand traced the rims of my thongs and his finger lightly teased my clit, I gave a moan, as I pushed my hips up into his hands. He chuckled at my reaction and whispered “shu feech baby”, I couldn't talk I’m in too much heat my body was his, he could do what ever he wanted with me, I’m his.  He pushed me back into the door of the back seat as he pulled my thongs away from my body, down my legs and took hold of them into his fist. Ahmad took his fist closer to his face and took a deep breath of my thongs “ree7tch” I perfumed them with my favourite perfume before hand, I smirked. Ahmed dropped the thongs down with a growl as he roughly pushed my skirt up my body and leaned in and gave me a rough kiss on my lips, my hands were in his shirt scratching his back, as he we went lower and lower in to my most heated spot.

I opened my leg as he took hold of both my legs and pulled them over his shoulders and leaned his face closer toward my pussy. I gave a loud moan as his mouth latched it self into my inner folds, I welcomed his tongue with moans of my own, he licked my clit slowly but faster as his hands digged deeper into my thighs as he pushed his tongue harder in to me. My moans were getting louder and loader, my thighs squeezed against him as he pushed into me even harder. I looked down at him and saw his eyes staring intensely into mine as he pushed one finger deep into me while his mouth was still sucking my cunt, I felt myself reaching the edge and was moaning even louder, he came back up and kissed my lips while he was still fingering me, I was moaning against his lips while he whispered my name again and again and again until I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I felt my body compulse into an orgasm.  Ahmad pulled his finger out of my pussy and pushed it into my mouth, I licked his finger clean and moaned at the taste of my pussy. We hugged while my legs were wrapped around his waste tightly and his head was resting on my chest for what felt like an eternity. “I love you” I whispered as ran my finger through his hair. “I love you more baby” he mumbled into my chest as he played with my nipples.

It will never cease to amaze me how differently people with chronic pain perceive pain compared to people without.

Like if my mom or I reaches the point that we're crying from pain we should probably already be in the ER.

Genuinely, that's what tipped us off that we needed to go to the hospital when my mom had appendicitis.when she started crying we knew something was up and it was serious because my mom never cries from physical pain. She cries about other stuff but NEVER from pain because she's so used to it.

Anyway she had her appendix removed and when she got home my dad told us a story about what happened the next day. Apparently when she woke up after the surgery the nurse asked her what her pain level was on a scale of 10. My mom answered, "pretty good I'm only at a 2!" To which the nurse replied, "Oh honey, we want you at a 0!" And started giving her more pain medication. At this point my mom paused and said, "I didn't know 0 was an option"

We all laughed at the goofiness of it and pointedly ignored how legitimately tragic it was. I remember thinking at some point that I didn't know 0 was an option either.

When Julian shoots Garak in Our Man Bashir.......Garaks face........at first he's just shocked but then

"What if you killed me?"

"What makes you think I wasn't trying"

This man just fell further in love than he ever knew was possible and is not trying to hide how horny that statement made him

And then later Bashir quoting him about knowing when to give up to stay alive *chef's kiss*

THE GAY VAMPIRES WEBSITE AND NONE OF YOU

NOT ONE

INFORMED ME OF THIS MASTERPIECE

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III on the morning of his twelfth birthday

The bi, pan, aro, and ace communities are forever hopelessly intertwined because we all figured out we feel the same about everyone but none of us can tell if that feeling is attraction or lack thereof btw

I can't believe I forgot about the snotlout redemption arc

I just about cried at work

Rewatching ds9...how did I forget prince humperdink was in this for an episode

Anyone who has spent any amount of time with the httyd books and/or fandom quickly realizes that there are a lot of mistakes and continuity errors. I personally love it and find it endearing and hilarious so here is a list (ongoing as I continue rereading) of my favorites:

Gobber loses half a foot of height between books 1 and 2

Between books 1 and 2 the pirate training program gains 3 pupils but then proceeds to lose 1 in between books 2 and 3

In book 2 Alvin the Poor but Honest Farmer says he came across Grimbeard the Ghastly's coffin while planting potatoes. However, in book 5 we discover that most vikings believe potatoes (aka the vegetable that no one dares name) are imaginary because they only grow in America which is a land far to the west that they think doesn't exist because the world is as flat as a pancake and if you sail too far in any direction you'll fall of the edge of it.

In book 5 Hiccup visits Old Wrinkly in the bottom of a well because he's taken a vow of silence. Hiccup then apparently hears voices yelling through an open window at the bottom of said well? To my knowledge you can't put windows in wells but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I JUST COMFORTED A FRIEND BY QUOTING UNHOLYVERSE WHAT IS LIFE

"Odin preserve me from the terminally stupid!"

-Old Wrinkly

How to be a Pirate, by Cressida Cowell

Serious question for you guys

Does everyone else also have a friend that they're like 1 odd situation away from being in a tropey friends to lovers fic with or do I need to reevaluate this particular relationship?

I wonder if Old Wrinkly set the impossible task for Humongous knowing that he wouldn't complete it? Giving him that specific task to deliberately interfere with fate? Maybe he didn't take up soothsaying in his old age? Maybe he always dabbled? Maybe he had seen what the Witch excellinor had seen and chose to try to change the outcomes?

Rewatching Merlin for the first time in like 5 years and

god they're such scrungly idiots aren't they

I'm afraid the conces are quencing my dears