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What If We Just Fall?

Oh my goodness @supervalcsi this has been the hardest secret to keep! 'Tis I, your summer exchange gift writer! Thank you for all your hard work as the moderator of HBO War Daily, we deeply appreciate you!! It's been a pleasure getting to know you and I hope you enjoy your summer as well as this lovely interlude with sweet Rosie!!!

Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal x ATA!Female Reader

Flying with the Air Transport Auxiliary has taught you many lessons – including the importance of guarding your heart carefully. It seems fate, however, has much more to teach you when you are forced to make an emergency landing in East Anglia.

Warnings: Language, Era Typical Sexism, Fear, Crying, Kissing, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Rating - T.

Author's note: No descriptions of reader other than the fact that she is not British. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 5729

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October 1944

Meeting a man like Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal was not something you had expected when you volunteered for the Air Transport Auxiliary. In fact, you were not even supposed to land at Thorpe Abbotts Airfield until fate, or more accurately faulty wiring, intervened. Ferrying a Wellington bomber from its repair depot back to the RAF in Norfolk for use in their nighttime bombing runs, you were piloting the five-man aircraft alone – standard practice in the ATA. There was no radio, no navigator, and most definitely no guns. You were a civilian non-combatant and if any Luftwaffe fighter pilots happened to get onto your tail, you simply had to outfly them.

This was not your first Wellington, not by a long stretch, and while you preferred Spitfires for their speed and manoeuverability, these mid-sized bombers were usually fairly docile once they got off the ground. This particular aircraft, however, had been displaying a bad attitude from the moment it took to the air. How it had passed quality control inspection was beyond you. The wonders the mechanics were able to work in short turn arounds were usually feats of precision and skill, but almost immediately you noticed the rudder seemed reluctant to obey your steering commands.

A cascade of instrumentation issues followed before the left engine quit. There was a reason, however, that the ‘Wimpy’ as it was affectionately called by the boys who took the aircraft into combat, was still relied upon by the RAF despite the arrival of four-engine heavies like the Halifax and Lancaster. The Wellington could take a great deal of punishment; lose great chunks of its aluminium and linen airframe, be down one engine, and still get the crew to its destination. It was this reputation you were banking on as you pressed forward to your assigned airfield, hoping the ground crew there would treat this plane better than whomever had done it such a disservice at the repair depot.

You were, by your best guess of the landscape and quick glance at your maps, roughly twenty minutes out when the right engine began to choke and sputter.

“Shit.” You hissed under your breath, pleased no one could overhear you, and dropped your altitude to scan for a safe place to land.

During your pre-flight preparations, you had noted this area was dotted with American airfields as well as RAF; surely you could find a stretch of tarmac to keep both you and this precious piece of war material in one piece. The telltale ‘V’ of concrete, surrounded by still-lush grass waving in the autumn breeze, could not have come into view at a better time. Exhaling in relief as the indicator lights confirmed the wheels had descended at your command, you checked visually that the left was down and had to trust the right and rear were also – with no co-pilot to look for you, there was most definitely no way you could release the yoke and glance out the window yourself.

Hoping the allies would recognize you for a friendly, you lined up to make your landing, the right engine quitting on you as you decreased your speed. Holding your eyes open wide with focus, you leaned forward in your seat, gripping the yoke almost painfully, willing the aircraft to stay aloft to meet the first few inches of runway. The silence in the cockpit was agonizing, a tense ringing in your ears replacing the normal, companionable thrum of the engines, sweat stinging at your eyes and prickling in your armpits. Seconds drew out into hours until at last your tires – all three of them – bumped down to land on the runway.

With a sigh of relief, you quickly pulled up on the flaps, frowning deeply as, with no engines to throw into reverse, the large object in motion seemed reluctant to come to a stop. Mortifyingly, you overshot the end of the runway, skidding to a halt some one hundred meters in the grass like a wet-behind-the-ears trainee, and yet…and yet both you and the plane that you had been charged with delivering were still in one piece. Not at all where you were intended to be, but landed safely, for now.

The sound of several vehicles approaching from down the runway refocused your attention and you pulled off your leather flying helmet, smoothing your hair before gathering your things into your flight bag. Climbing from the dead aircraft, you were greeted by a host of astonished male faces.

“Jesus Christ, she’s a dame!” One of the younger men exclaimed, not so quietly, from the back of the crowd and you did your best to keep a straight face.

“I’m so sorry to intrude on your airfield, gentlemen, ran into a little trouble during my flight. I appreciated the safe place to land.”

Several eyebrows shot up at your distinct lack of British accent, at least one astute gaze dropping to the gold wire weave badge bearing the name of your home country just below your shoulders.

“Well, we’re just glad you’re alright, ma’am. We got very nervous when we couldn’t raise you on the radio.” The owner of said astute, piercing blue gaze spoke, a hint of…New York, was it?...colouring his tone.

“Ah, of course, we aren’t connected to radio in the Air Transport Auxiliary, sorry for the confusion that must have caused.” Stepping forward you offered your hand as you introduced yourself. “Second Officer, ATA.”

“Robert Rosental, Major, United States Army Air Force. What happened up there?”

It took a moment to register that he had asked you a question, the feel of his palm pressing against yours as he shook your hand in greeting more than a little distracting. Inhaling sharply, you turned back to look at the troublesome aircraft.

“Rudder was slow to respond, then I started losing my instruments one-by-one before the left engine cut out. I was hoping to make it on the right, but when it started to go, I knew I had no choice to put it down as soon as possible.”

“You flew that all by yourself?” Another member of the crowd piped up and you nodded patiently.

“Standard practice in the ATA, just me.”

“Maybe that was the real problem.” It was hard to tell where exactly the snide comment, spoken under some ignorant boy’s breath, had originated from.

You noted a flash of anger in Major Rosenthal’s eyes before he started to scan the crowd for the source of it, but this sort of response was something you had certainly encountered before.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that, could whoever said that please repeat it? I’d really appreciate the opportunity to improve on the over seven hundred ferry flights I’ve made since 1941, including one hundred with this very type of plane, so please, speak up.” A sort of stunned silence overtook the group, several of the men wearing bemused smiles, others a look of shock, while the rest shuffled their feet awkwardly in the grass. “Hn. My loss, I suppose.”

“I’m assuming you’re a long ways from where you ought to be?” Major Rosenthal chimed in, the luscious thatch of hair of his upper lip highlighting the way his mouth hitched up at the corner in amusement.

“You would be correct, Major, might I impose upon you for the use of a telephone?”

Some directions were shouted to tow your aircraft to a spare hardstand as it seemed there were replacements planes of their own expected in a few hours and you turned to address the same man Rosenthal was giving orders to – Lemmons, you believed.

“Please be careful, its not a metal skin, it’s linen.”

The look of shock on the boy’s cherubic face framed by copious curls spilling from beneath his knit cap finally broke your control, a small grin sneaking onto your lips as Major Rosenthal led you over to his jeep. Unclipping your parachute from your waist, you tossed it and your flight bag into the back, sliding into your passenger’s seat and finally feeling the ability to relax somewhat.

“Over seven hundred flights?” He glanced at you as he drove, and you nodded softly.

“There are a lot of planes needing to be moved around this island.”

“And here I thought my boys had it rough needing to hit thirty…” He shook his head, driving past the control toward a sea of the all-too-familiar Nissen huts that populated every airfield you had ever visited.

“Ferry flights and combat missions are in no way comparable, Major, the worst thing I face up there is usually English weather.”

The pair of you shared a laugh as he pulled up in front of a long row of buildings. “My CO will want to talk with you, unexpected guest and all.”

“Of course, caused quite the ruckus didn’t I.” You laughed ruefully, sliding from the jeep to collect your gear, startled as he beat you to it.

“Follow me.” He nodded warmly, holding open the door to lead you inside.

After a brief meeting with a very busy Colonel Jeffrey where he put ‘Rosie’ at your disposal, you were ushered into an empty office to use the telephone and contact your superiors. Providing a detailed report of your flight, you were instructed to sit tight pending further directions – most likely an RAF repair crew would be dispatched to try and get the plane operational, but they were also loathe to keep you grounded and out of the rotation for too long. Providing them with Jeffrey’s secretary’s number as the point of contact, you stepped out of the office to find Major Rosenthal waiting patiently in the hallway.

“You must be starving…”

“I would not say no to some food, by any means.” You smirked and followed him back out to the jeep for the short drive to the officer’s mess. “You sure its alright for me to eat in here? RAF doesn’t usually…”

“I insist.” He nodded and opened the door for you once more.

With a grateful nod, you stepped into the space flooded with natural light where row on row of tables covered in crisp white linens stood empty. Given that it was an odd hour for a meal, somewhere between breakfast and lunch, it was no surprise that you were practically alone in there. A server in a white coat quickly approached and Major Rosenthal looked to you to place your order from the choices on offer before requesting just a coffee for himself, pulling out a chair for you to sit before setting your kit in the empty chair beside you.

“This is really quite civilized, thank you again. I apologize that I’m not really dressed for the occasion…”

He chuckled warmly and shook his head. “You look prettier than me after I fly, though I’m quite confident you start out that way, too.” He winked and you smiled shyly, busying yourself with laying your napkin across your lap.

Major Rosenthal was not the first handsome airman to cross your path in your line of work, there had been countless men who had either jeered or flattered you. But after opening your heart to several early on and promptly losing them to a ruthless enemy, you had learned better than to let yourself fall for such girlish stupidity again.

“Having a second breakfast Rosie? Oh…oh I’m sorry I didn’t see you were entertaining…”

“No apologies Croz, one of the lovely ladies of the Air Transport Auxiliary dropped in for a visit.” He grinned and introduced you properly to his friend and Group Navigator Harry Crosby who was apparently only finishing his breakfast now.

“A pleasure, well I’ll leave you two to it. Make sure Rosie tells you about his love of jazz.” His knowing grin at his friend drew an exasperated exhale from Rosenthal, but before he could protest, the server was returning with food and hot beverages that were fit to make your mouth water and Crosby had disappeared.

“I don’t think I realized quite how hungry I was…” You murmured, fixing your drink to your liking before seizing your utensils to dive in.

“Well then, please, enjoy.” He leaned back, cradling his cup in his hands to allow you to enjoy your meal.

After a few bites, once you were feeling somewhat less ravenous, you tilted your head. “Artie Shaw or Benny Goodman?”

He raised an eyebrow slowly before huffing an incredulous laugh. “Artie Shaw, if I must.”

You nodded thoughtfully as you took a deep sip of your beverage.

“What other planes have you flown in your seven hundred ferry flights?” He parried with a question of his own.

“Oh, all sorts - Tiger Moths, Hurricanes, Mosquitos, Spitfires.”

He nodded thoughtfully, smoothing the edge of his moustache with his forefinger. “Favorite plane to fly?” He inquired.

“To fly? Spitfire, without a doubt.” You answered easily, licking a bit of food from your upper lip. “That plane knows what I want it to do before I even think it. Landing however…one the test pilots famously said, ‘she’s a lady in the air but a bi–’” you quickly cut yourself off with a rueful twist of your lips “she’s something else ‘on the ground.’” You finished the quote with more appropriate language inserted.

Rosenthal’s eyes danced with mirth as he enjoyed a hearty laugh at that and you could not help but notice the reddish hue to the whiskers on his upper lip, highlighted by the sunlight streaming in the windows. You wondered if that was where he had gotten the nickname ‘Rosie.’ Jarring yourself from such dangerous thoughts, you quickly turned back to your meal and peppered him with more questions about American jazz greats, enjoying the way he enthusiastically and engagingly spoke about the various band leaders he preferred and why before turning back to you with further questions about your service in the ATA and life before that. Conversation came dangerously easy between the two of you, an undeniable overlap of interests and motivation to contribute.

You were admittedly attracted to the man as well, but for the sake of your sanity, that was something you were going to have to set aside for as long as he continued his brave yet perilous missions over enemy territory. The mess gradually began to fill as true lunch time arrived, your meal and his coffee long finished, and you were about to get up and find somewhere else to wait out the repair crew when one of the servers approached with a message that they had already arrived and were looking for you.

A short drive to the hardstand revealed the four RAF men hard at work on the Wellington under the curious eye of Lemmons and others who were occasionally drifting by.

“When I get my hands on whatever git did this to this poor Wimpy…” You could hear the threats and grumblings emanating from inside the fuselage and pressed your lips together, hoping it was the previous repairperson they had it out for and not you.

“Gentlemen?” You popped your head into the bomber and were greeted by several flustered men.

“Ah there you are Ma’am, how on earth did you keep this lobotomized plane in the air for so long?!”

“Well you know, a good old Wimpy can always get you home…or at least a friendly field.”

“We’ve got…a good few hours ahead of us but then I think you’ll be able to finish the last leg of the journey.”

“Thank you very much, I’m sorry to take you away from your more pressing work. Can I get you anything?”

“Crew Chief Lemmons has been very helpful, Ma’am, but thank you.”

You offered the young man a smile of thanks over your shoulder before shuffling over to set your belongings on the grass. The afternoon was fair, the weather still warm, so you figured it was as good a place as any to wait it out. To your surprise and pleasure, Rosenthal settled onto the ground beside you, picking up your conversation right where you left off as you listened to the men work through the thin skin of the aircraft, watching the sun make its way to the western sky to sink toward the horizon.

“You know, Major, you really ought to come visit London some time. We may not have Artie Shaw or Benny Goodman live in concert but there’s still a great deal of jazz to be enjoyed.”

“Please, you can call me Rosie if you’d like.” He smiled softly and you nodded in response, not wanting to have been so bold without his permission. “You stationed that close that you can just pop into the jazz clubs?”

You nodded quickly. “White Waltham, near Windsor Castle. Very short train ride. Used to fly with the Spitfire girls out of Southampton but I wanted a chance to fly the twin engines…maybe even someday I’ll get inside a Halifax or a Lanc…but that was definitely not going to happen in a ferry pool right next to the Spitfire factory flying only short-range flights.”

“These four engine beasts are definitely a whole other ball game,” He gestured with a thumb over his shoulder towards a B-17 looming behind him, dwarfing the Wellington with is height and breadth “would you still be alone?”

“ATA sends a flight engineer on four engine flights, but no co-pilot.”

He nodded thoughtfully, looking about to add something when the RAF repair crew suddenly emerged, grinning in satisfaction.

“Should be all set Ma’am, care to give it a whirl?”

Nodding quickly, you looked to your companion softly. “Thank you very much for an unexpectedly pleasant standby, Rosie.”

“My pleasure.” He responded with a grin, sliding to his feet and holding out his hand to pull you to yours.

Clipping your parachute in place on the back of your thighs, you slid on your helmet before climbing into the aircraft to try starting the engines. Running through an extended pre-flight check with one of the maintenance crew, they cleared you for take off, Rosie waving to you before driving off in the direction of the control tower. Beginning to taxi out, you could not help the grin as he returned to guide you down the runway, pulling off into the grass and waving once again from where he stood in the driver’s seat of his jeep.

Opening the cockpit window you shouted down to him, “See you in London, Rosie!” before taking off to the sound of his laughter.

To your delight, Rosie heeded your suggestion and made the trip to London – several times in fact, over the course of the winter, otherwise keeping in touch with you via letter. Despite the logical, cautious part of your brain demanding that you keep your feelings for him at bay, feelings that constantly threatened to swell and overwhelm you with each passing meeting and letter, you still found yourself constantly fretting for his safety. Awaiting his next contact, the next proof of life, with bated breath and firmly denied distraction whenever a friend or colleague would tease you about it.

How utterly rude it was of fate to throw such a perfect specimen in your path. Particularly one that could so very easily be taken away with the same rapidity. For not only was he breathtakingly handsome, but his understated confidence and capability in all things so far encountered simply made you yearn to discover his more hidden talents. To have survived so long in an occupation where the life expectancy was six-weeks, just forty-two days, and then sign up for a second tour after meeting his mission quota – yes, he’d had luck on his side thus far, but you had seen luck abandon far too many in the last few years.

The driving pace of your own worked helped distract you, undertaking training in the four engine Halifax bomber in December before the calendar turned to January 1945, and then onto February. Your commanding officer soon indicated you had nearly accumulated enough hours to begin flying Lancasters – much to your delight and eager anticipation. The pace of the production and demand on the frontlines required more ferry pilots for the British answer to the B-17 and you were more than ready to meet the challenge head on.

Not far into the month, however, you found yourself stranded near Diss on a weather delay, unable to fly back to White Waltham. With no trains until the next morning, you decided to hitch a ride to Thorpe Abbotts to take Rosie up on his standing offer to ‘drop by anytime.’ What greeted you, however, was a very concerned looking Crosby and no Rosie in sight. Sitting you down in the same spare office you had used to call in your emergency landing last October, the obviously under-slept man seemed to be having some difficulty getting down to the point.

“Major Crosby, I can assure you I am no stranger to the variety of outcomes of aerial combat, would you mind telling me as much as you are able before you asphyxiate from lack of oxygen?” You coaxed firmly, quite certain he had not taken a breath in over a minute as he paced anxiously in front of you.

His head jerked up at the sound of your voice and he nodded once before sinking heavily into the chair opposite you before taking a deep breath, to your minor relief, and beginning to speak.

“Rosie went up on a mission on the 3rd and we’ve had no news of him since he dropped out of formation.”

Your spine went completely rigid, snapping you almost painfully upright in your chair as you nodded in a cool, detached manner at the news. This. This was precisely the reason why you had been guarding your heart and fighting your feelings and putting every moment of wonderment and each smile of adoration you felt for the man in a small internal box for safe keeping. Because this very situation had seemed so very inevitable.

So why did it still hurt so damn much.

“No news is, is usually good news in these cases but it takes a while for us to hear…. well anything.”

You gulped once, twice in rapid succession as you nodded again before clearing your throat forcefully. “Well, Major, I have to go but,” grabbing a piece of paper from the desk, you scrawled the contact number for Ferry Pool No. 1, rapidly blinking as your eyes threatened to cloud over with tears “will you call if you hear anything? That you can share of course.”

“Of course I will, did you need a ride somewhere?”

You shook your head almost violently, looking forward to the walk to the pub in Diss, a good roadside cry would fix everything surely, before you had to show your face in public. Practically dashing out of there and off the base, you barely made it out of earshot of the gatehouse before your tears bubbled over. Fine lot of good all your cautious and careful planning had done you – you had been half a person in Rosie’s presence only to have the very emotions you willfully denied snap back at you tenfold now that he might very well be…and you never once got to see how his eyes might light up if you had told him how you really felt. Feel.

All the logic in the world could not save you now as you blindly sobbed your way towards town, stubbornly wiping at your nose with your handkerchief. If you had really lost him, a very real possibility that twisted your gut painfully and drew an extremely dramatic series of hitching sobs from your breast, he had deserved better. He had deserved to know that he was cherished and admired rather than just a friend to you, and on that front, you had failed so miserably you just might never forgive yourself.

The weeks of watchful waiting were long and painful. No news came, no messages awaited you at Pool Headquarters, no gossip on the bases you visited. Until the morning of the 26th when, to your great relief, and amusement, you learned that the man was alive and well, enjoying a hero’s stay in Moscow, of all places. The newspaper article quoting the absurd volume of vodka he had endured consuming brought a long-absent smile to your face and lightness to your chest, the news beating Major Crosby’s phone call by, at most, thirty minutes. All as you were on your way with your flight engineer to your first routine Lancaster ferry flight.

Climbing into the cockpit, you took the brief moment of solitude to close your eyes, inhaling deeply as you whispered words of gratitude to whatever higher entities had clearly been watching over him. Perhaps luck was never going to run out for Robert Rosenthal. Clearly you were a fool for thinking that was the eventuality here.

“Ma’am?” The timid voice of your flight engineer, Naylor – though everyone called him Tiny Tim for the young man hardly ever spoke above a whisper, pierced through your thoughts and you jolted back to reality quickly, offering him a reassuring smile.

“Let’s pop over to Wales and deliver this bird, shall we?” You did your best to display nothing but confidence in the task before you.

He smiled back with a nod, just as eager as you to get this great beast of a plane into the air. To say that heavies became the primary planes on your delivery roster would have been an overstatement, but they were most definitely a constant. As was the ever-present thought that someday soon you would find yourself face-to-face with Rosie once again and just how to handle that day of reckoning was certainly something you found impossible to decide upon.

Should you confess and apologize on sight? Wait for a few weeks for him to settle back into life on base before unloading your feelings onto him? Or continue on as you had before? The way your stomach plummeted like a wounded bird at the last option was a clear illustration of how impossible it would be to pretend you simply regarded him as a friend. But there was a growing fear as well. For all of your focus on concealing and compartmentalizing your own feelings, you had not once allowed yourself to consider how he might feel for you. Aside from some flattering comments that may have been construed as flirtatious, he had never displayed anything but the highest calibre of warmth and social graces towards you. But you found yourself constantly pondering just how Rosie might react to a confession of what had flickered into an irrepressible blaze in your chest.

In the end, you spent more time sitting with those concerns than those for his very well being, the unseasonable warmth of February continuing on into March, with more sunny days than you had grown accustomed to after living in England for so long. April was only a few days away on the calendar when your next ferry run took to you St. Mawgan to deliver a Lancaster to the RAF Overseas Aircraft Despatch Unit. Where exactly the aircraft’s journey would end was a point of mystery and you were admittedly envious of the pilot who would sit in the lefthand seat next and take it beyond the relative safety of England’s shores – territory that was strictly off limits to you as both a civilian and especially as a woman.

Parting with your flight Engineer Martens in the all-female WAAF mess, the girl avidly ensconced in a conversation comparing beaus with the girls stationed in Cornwall, you headed back out to pick up a damaged Spitfire that had just arrived from France, desperately in need of a visit to the repair depot. In the process of inspecting the aircraft, to ensure you knew precisely what damage you would be needing to overcome, a remarkably familiar voice broke through your concentration.

“She certainly still looks like a lady on the ground…rather mistreated, but definitely a lady nonetheless.”

Straightening and turning far too quickly, you cracked your head on the underside of the fuselage, earning a look of sympathy as his hands cupped your shoulders to pull you closer, out of danger of inflicting further harm to yourself.

“Rosie…” You whispered, staring at him, unable to stop your fingers from reaching out to brush his cheek, to confirm he was real.

The muscles of his face crinkled beneath your touch as he broke out into a smile, an expression you immediately echoed despite the unbidden prick of tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Hi there.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed sharply, face growing slightly solemn as he lay his hand atop yours, pressing your palm fully against his warm skin. “I’ve been a complete fool, and I’m not sure if you can forgive me.” You tilted your head, brows furrowing in bewilderment. “The world out there is dead set on tearing itself apart and I…” His tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously, an emotion you were quite confident you had never seen overcome him before. “The entire time I was struggling to get back here just to tell you. To tell you how much I care for you. You are much more than just a friend to me, and I was an idiot to think I was okay with putting this off until the war was over.”

Eyes widening as the man seemed to be stealing the very thoughts from your head and putting them into words before you even had the chance, you sniffled playful and wiped at a stray tear that had managed to sneak down your cheek. “Don’t you go taking all the credit now, Robert.” You chided warmly, earning a stunned look from him in return. “It has taken two complete fools to deny what we’ve become, wouldn’t you say?”

Huffing a soft laugh, Rosie conceded your point with a nod as he grasped the unbuckled ends of your leather flying helmet, tugging your face closer. “I love you, you incredible woman.”

Taking a notably shaky inhale, you nodded quickly, a few more tears spilling over. “I love you, too, Rosie.” You struggled to speak around the knot of emotions in your throat, fully intending to reciprocate with some sweet term of endearment, not quite certain you could manage.

Mercifully, his lips had the grace to press against yours and save you from trying to say anything more. Grasping the fleece collar of his bomber jacket, you pressed closer in the shadow of the plane you ought to be inspecting, but the Spitfire was doing a fine job of shielding you from prying eyes and five more minutes in the arms of the man you loved – yes, it was love – and had been separated from could easily be made up courtesy of the stiff tail wind you expected on your flight to Southampton.

The rasp of his facial hair made you shiver at the slightly ticklish sensation as he maintained a firm grip on your straps, delivering kiss after kiss as if to make up for lost time. An uncontrollable grin stretched across your lips, making it nearly impossible for him to continue and so he shifted to focus on erasing any trace of tears from your cheeks, only encouraging your grin to curl wider until you were simultaneously giggling and trembling at the feel of his moustache against your jaw.

“Someday, we’ll have a lot more time, and I’m going to spend every second of it kissing you…” His eyes were filled with a fiery intensity that made it awfully difficult to draw breath and you shifted forward to press your lips to his flushed cheek in turn.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Robert Rosenthal.” You nodded firmly as you pulled back, arching sharply as his hands slid to rest against your shoulder blades, his mouth landing on yours fiercely.

“First Officer, are you quite ready?!” The shrill bark of an encroaching member of St. Mawgan’s ground crew wrenched the pair of you apart as effectively as a physical intervention, a shared look of reluctance passing between you as you quickly straightened your clothing.

You noticed his eyes flick to your shoulders to admire your new rank badges.

“You’ve been busy.” He murmured and you smiled with quiet pride.

“Fly Lancasters now, too.” You nodded and pointed over his shoulder to the plane you had flown in that morning before turning to address your intruder as he called your name once more. “Nearly ready, thank you so much for your patience!” You poured on the sweetness in your tone, noting the way Rosie’s eyes narrowed slightly as they returned to your face.

Biting back a giggle you blew him a kiss before emerging around the nose to greet the harried RAF man. “Major Rosenthal of the USAAF has never seen a Spitfire before, he asked me to show him around.”

“Thank you again for your indulgence, Ma’am, they are definitely fine planes. But I will let you get on with it.” Rosie played his part admirably, the set of the intruder’s shoulders easing somewhat.

“Yes, yes, well we need you out of here in five.” He turned to look at the clipboard in his hand and your gaze met Rosie’s once more.

“It was my pleasure, Major. I’d best be off.”

“Of course.” He nodded firmly, eyes remaining locked on yours as he mouthed ‘love you’ making your heart lurch erratically for a few beats as you mouthed it back. “Safe flight.” You spoke aloud.

“You as well.”

Noting the RAF man was once again paying attention to his surroundings, you turned to finish your quick once over of the plane before stepping up onto the wing and slotting into the narrow cockpit before pulling the side flap closed and starting the engine. Once the coast was clear, you blew one last kiss to Rosie, laughing brightly as he made quite a show of catching it and tucking it into his pocket.

“Until next time!” He shouted and you nodded brightly, pulling the canopy closed.

Because there most definitely would be a next time for you and your man of endless luck, and that was something that you no longer wished to deny.

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Ellie tattoo artist ideas:

-Reader starts getting Ellie into some “cooler” clothes. Nice black tank tops that show off her tattoo sleeves. Cool, massive baggy cargo pants. And goddamn. Then YOU start getting jealous when people eye her up on the streets and hit on her at work.

-You help her start up her social media account so she can get more specific clients who seek her out specifically. You use the cool photos you’ve taken of her—helping create reels and whatnot. After a few months, she starts renting out a booth ata different studio and her waiting list is booked out for weeks and weeks.

-She wants to get a tattoo at a Seattle shop that’s the oldest tattoo parlor in the city, but that’s a drive, and quite the expense. So you surprise her with a trip out there when you get a work bonus. With the extra money she’s been making, she has the money for the tattoo, and you have the money for the travel and hotel. You make it a multi-day event and see all the sights. Ellie is so soft the whole time. It took months to convince her to go, but she finally caves, and you’ve never been happier to see her in that vintage tattoo chair. (when the artist asks if you wanted anything, Ellie puts her foot down. “The only one who inks her is me.”).

:) thanks for this fun AU. Take whatever you want.

-TomeoftheForgotten on A03

holy fuck you singlehandedly revived my inspiration in this AU

as to the clothing thing, fuck yea. Like i feel like modern ellie is definitely adam sandler core, so when you start dating, you take her to the mall for shopping and force her to put down her 14th pair of baggy shots in exhange for some cargo pants and some tank tops.

At first? she hated it and thought it was uncomfortable

but then she saw how you were looking at her, biting your lip and looking her up and down, and she started to wear more of it. To the point where other people at work were hitting on her and she laughed when you pouted, saying you regretted upgrading her wardrobe. But she knows you don't regret it for a damn minute.

omfg ellie would be so bad at social media. she gives the vibes that she has a public account with like, 100ish followers and some aesthetic pictures but only ever posts on her story. Then you come into her life, and you force her to post almost daily.

this girl is getting an aneurysm at having content so you help her out. Within like, a month, she got a job offer at another shop, she's working at both and is booked out for a full 2 months.

ofc she thanks you by a fancy dinner where she wears the new shirt you bought her with the sleeves rolled up and buys you anything you even look at for the next month.

DUDE IM CACKLING AT THE IDEA OF TAKIGN ELLIE THERE!! it would be so fun! like she'd be so hesitant to go at first bc it's expensive. then you sorta trick her, instead of saying it's for her (which she would nEVER do), you say that you wanna go there, and the tattoo shop is a place that you wanna see.

ofc ellie being the gf she is, obliges. you take the weekend off (much to her clients dissapointment) and go there. You leave the tattoo shop for the end and take so many pictures of her. funnily enough, she will NOT tell you what she's getting and let's you figure it out.

she'd get your favorite flower with your name and birth date

this type of thing and you just melt

this trip is all over her insta the next day, so are you

[kimhortons]

mahabang rant—last time sabi ko good thing kasi wala pa naman akong nakaka away. almost 5 mos na kami, 1 month nalang regular na. haha. kaya mas okay na sana ako ng WFH lang e, mas kaya ko i-control yung attitude ko talaga. hahaha. so ayun na nga, after 2 weeks onsite, meron na akong nasampolan. hindi parin pala talaga mawawala ang kupal na katrabaho e. haha.

meron kasi kaming ka-team na nasa client din namin pero iba yung role niya samin. nauna kami ni Zha sakanya pero kami ni Zha yung nasa pinaka back end na, siya yung medyo nasa front, tapos medyo may exposure siya sa mga customers at providers, customer support kasi siya. siya rin yung mas may exposure sa big boss, kasi nasa "gc daw siya kasama mga boss" haha ok? nung una okay naman siya, lalo nung WFH pa kami syempre di naman namin siya nakakasama, pero siya naka onsite. nag share pa siya saken na muntik siya ma-terminate, kasi naescalate sa OM namin yung case niya, medyo nainis ata yung client namin sa performance niya kaya nalagay daw siya sa critical, at na-coaching siya. in-advisan ko pa siya na galingan niya nalang next time, minotivate ko pa. haha.

so ayun, um-okay naman ata. kasi andun parin naman siya sa role niya. short cut to onsite narin kami ni Zha, aba 1st week nakikitaan ko na agad ng kakupalan haha. di ko sure kung medyo, o talagang ma-ere 'tong lalaking 'to, kaliit liit na tao, kala mo sinong matangkad char! haha. sinusurender kasi namin yung phone sa OM namin, then last time nasira yung mode of communication namin sa ofc, so sa messenger kami nag uupdate ng time logs, pwede naman sana hindi i-surrender para nakaka update agad. kaso bida bida siya, nag-collect siya ng phone namin na astang boss, haha tangina ako pa gaganunin mo ah. nasabihan ko tuloy siya ng "bida bida" harapan. sabay joke si tanga e, ako I'm not joking bida bida ka talaga. haha. e pag hindi office hours, break time or after work, siyempre personal na kwentuhan na hindi about sa work, nag shishare siya ng problem niya sa lovelife, araw araw simula pag pasok namin kahit nung naka wfh pa kami haha. edi as a friend, pinapayuhan namin siya kaso ako kasi yung madali maumay na alam mo naman na yung gagawin mo pero sige ka parin drama. tapos lalaki ka pa, naiirita talaga ako sa ganon, binibiro biro nalang namin. may mga times din talaga na nang aasar siya, but instead mapikon ako, nilalapagan ko siya ng mga sarcastic remarks, tapos siya yung mapipikon. haha. medyo immature pa, makikipag asaran saken tas lalapagan ako ng mga pambatang rebatt. haha. simula non, di ko na siya pinapatulan. dinededma ko na siya, 1st week.

pag dating nitong 2nd week siya namuro. nag yabang na naman, parang tuwang tuwa siya na natatambakan kami ng trabaho, e normal days lang naman talaga namin yon. saka wala naman kaming kota ng nagagawang invoice. ang set up kasi namin, siya yung nasa verification, once na maverified niya mga providers parang dun palang na-aapprove yung mga services na kailangan mabayaran, which is yung invoice nga na ginagawa namin, something like that. so ang reason non kaya nauubusan kami noon ng gagawin kasi di niya natatapos agad yung verification. e ngayon medyo nag tratrabaho na ata siya, hindi na nauubusan ng invoice—nothing new sa amin ni Zha kasi narereach parin namin yung count ng daily processed namin, kinaibahan lang hindi na nauubusan. so nagyayabang siya na kesyo marami na raw kaming tambak, dadagdagan niya pa raw. as a mapag patol, niyayabangan ko rin siya. "sus sisiw lang yan samin" gagawin daw niya 1000 daily processed namin kasi dadagdagan niya haha. e 200 nga lang pinaka kota samin sa JD namin. sobrang irita ko sa kayabangan niya, pinag sabihan ko siya. tapos kinabukasan, umagang umaga, nagpapansin. nakikipag asaran, e wala ako sa mood makipag biruan sakanya dahil naiirita na nga ako sa pagkatao niya. habang nag aayos at nag me-make up ako sa table ko, nag salita ba naman "paganda ng paganda, wala naman dito si ba-be (J) sino kaya pinagpapagandahan" teh! nag panting yung tenga ko, namura ko talaga siya haha. "wag kang feeling pogi" kako. pag nag aayos kailangan may pinapagandahan? di ba pwedeng gusto ko maging presentable? napaka kupal na mindset naman niyan feeling mo nagpapaganda yung babae para sayo? inis na inis talaga ko, yabang na feeling pogi pa tangina mukha naman smurf! puta. hahaha.

[islamic-methodologies-made-easy]

Towards the end of the first century A.H., all of the companions had departed except one or two. Their students were scattered all around in many countries extending from India in the east to Spain in the west. Scholars in major cities were mainly following the teachings and opinions of the most knowledgeable companions who lived and taught in their cities. Some scholars traveled to the famous learning centers (Makkah, Madinah, Kufa, and Basra) seeking to learn from the followers living there. Later on, they returned to their homelands and transferred the knowledge they acquired. The end product was a huge scattered unclassified compilation of prophetic traditions, alongside explanations and opinions given by the companions and their students from the 2nd generation. Many discussions were made about all sorts of things: verses from the Qur’an, prophetic traditions, rituals and rites, obligations and prohibitions, spiritualties and materialism, and finally, the creed of faith. It was during one of the lessons given by Al-Hassan Al-Basry that one of his students debated with him about the Muslim who commits major sins (i.e. Adultery, backbiting, etc.), whether he or she should be considered a Muslim or not, and whether he shall be admitted into heaven or not. Al-Hassan saw that this person is still a Muslim and shall be recompensed according to all of his or her deeds, the good ones and the bad; if Allah wills, He shall forgive him, and if He wills, He shall punish him and later on admit him into heaven for being a believer. The student whose name was Wāsel Ibn ‘Ata’ (80-131 A.H.), rejected this opinion and said that the Muslim who commits major sins is a dissolute, he is neither a Muslim who has sincerely submitted to Allah nor a non-Muslim who disbelieved in Allah, but in a middle rank between having faith and disbelief; if he or she dies without sincere repentance, then he shall be admitted into the hellfire and shall never be forgiven. After rejecting his opinion, Wāsel retired from Al-Hassan’s educational class, and formed a group along with those who accepted his creedal views. They were called “The Nonconformists” (Al-Mu‘tazilah). Their creedal opinions were later on highly accepted by many Muslim scholars, and became the officially adopted opinion of the state during the first century of the ‘Abbāsid Caliphate. Meanwhile, with the rapid increase in the numbers of Muslims, the issues and questions about the Islamic rituals and the daily life practices increased. Whenever the need for advisory opinions from well learned jurists increased, the people sought the most notable and promising scholar in their city. Families started sending their children to learn about Islam at scholars’ hands; consequently, coteries started to form and grow inside almost every Islamic city. These coteries grew into communities, and the fame they scored depended on the number of their members and their efforts in spreading the opinions they learned from their Imams. Now the evolution of different schools of thought (Madhāheb fiqheyah) was something inevitable. Before the middle of the 2nd century, several schools of thought had already been formed by the intelligent scholars of the 4th generation. Among them are: 1. The school of Imam Abu Hanifah (80-150 A.H.) was domineering in Kufa. 2. The school of Imam Mālek Ibn Anas (93-179 A.H.) in Madinah. 3. The school of Imam Al-Awza‘i (87-157 A.H.) in Sham. 4. The school of Imam Al-Layth Ibn Sa‘d (94-175 A.H.) in Egypt. Other schools of thought were formed during that time but they didn’t have a huge number of followers and were never domineering. E.g., the school of Imam Zayd Ibn ‘Ali (76-122 A.H.), and the school of Imam Sufyan Ath-Thawri (97-161 A.H.).

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[felipeandletizia]

June 10, 2020: King Felipe and Queen Letizia held a videoconference with the Taxi sector

Don Felipe and Doña Letizia have maintained their preferential interest in recent weeks with those who have guaranteed essential services for citizens. And a primary sector, also during confinement, has been that of Transport, which has guaranteed the mobility of people and goods to supply the population. In successive conversations with representatives of ports, airports and rail, road and suburban transport, in contact with AENA, RENFE, the Association of Air Lines, EMT and the Madrid Metro and the Transport Business Committee. Today with the top managers of the taxi sector. FEDETAXI and ANTAXI account for one hundred percent of the licenses and taxi workers in Spain, both self-employed and salaried entrepreneurs.

The associative representatives have explained to the Kings that during the month of February the taxi drivers already began to notice the effects in a sensible way, when they received the news of the epidemic that came from Asia. During that month, congresses, fairs and meetings were canceled or postponed. At the beginning of March, the activity was halted at Renfe stations, ports, airports, transport interchanges and points of generation of habitual high demand for travelers.

There was a drastic drop in mobility according to data from the General Directorate of Traffic, recorded at the beginning of the state of alarm. In the accesses to cities, passenger traffic decreased 67%, and 61.29% for long-distance trips. The reduction in traffic in cities like Madrid was 71.3% and Barcelona produced similar figures. These figures increased until, at the height of the pandemic and the restriction of the fundamental right to mobility (the first days of April), it has reached practically 90%, gradually recovering up to 50% in which We found it in the last days of May.

The collapse of the urban circulation of taxis has been absolute. The sector itself estimates the request for services by applications or stations at only 10% compared to the usual until practically the last week of May, discounting those services that have been carried out free, voluntarily and in solidarity for health workers and other essential personnel.

Some cities have taken measures to reduce the supply of taxis such as, for example, Seville where only 25% of the fleet could work daily, Barcelona 20%, Madrid up to 50%, Calviá 20%, Jaén 25%, Puerto de Santa María 50%, Fuerteventura 20%, and thus hundreds of Spanish municipalities. Consequently, the economic activity and the turnover of taxi drivers have been until the end of May around 10-20% of the normal figures. Activity has been less than 75% of normal, and is now going back to 20-40%, according to the Autonomous Communities.

During the health emergency, the Taxi has been providing services mainly for the elderly, hospitals, patients, nurses, doctors, often altruistically and disinterestedly. When there has been compensation from the Administration, it has been returned to compensate for the deficit in sanitary material. This performance has occurred throughout Spain.

The representatives of FEDETAXI and ANTAXI contemplate the current situation, which is still very complicated, and it will take a long time to reactivate the activity and return to relative normality. As for all clients, the service projections in the months that remain until the end of the year are not rosy, so that the red numbers in the sector would continue.

A reduction in traffic is expected in areas of demand such as airports, ports and train or bus stations, hotels, etc., due to a collapse of national and international tourism; the possible cancellation of all kinds of events such as festivals, concerts, popular parties, congresses, sports events; the fall of "the night"; or the promotion of telework.

In smaller or less tourist cities and in rural areas, where taxi revenues are much lower than large capitals, the direct and indirect costs of the activity will exceed the income or reduce the net return on the activity to levels insufficient for subsistence .

Although a transfer of passengers from public transportation to the taxi is also expected, with the number of potential taxi users growing - for fear of the spread of COVID19, it is not estimated that this represents an increase in turnover of more than 8-12%.

The taxi sector in Spain is made up of 63,494 taxi license holders, of whom 98.3% are self-employed, and around 35,000 salaried drivers, supporting 100,000 families throughout Spain.

Taxi drivers are grouped into two associations: FEDETAXI, which represents 61% of licenses; and ANTAXI, which represents 39% of the licenses.

FEDETAXI (Spanish Taxi Federation) was established in 2012 as a group of associations or organizations of taxi drivers from the different provinces or communities of Spain with the purpose of defending, promoting and promoting the interests of taxi drivers and the organizations or associations that form part of it. It is made up of the Madrid Auto Taxi Association, the Castilian-Leon Taxi Federation, the Andalusian Federation of Autonomous Taxi Drivers, the Union of Autonomous Taxi Drivers of Catalonia, the Taxi Association of the Balearic Islands, the Taxi Free Self Employed Union with offices also in Valencia and Galicia, the Provincial Association of Taxi Drivers of Zaragoza, and the Confederation of Taxis on the Costa del Sol. Together they include more than 60 taxi drivers' associations.

In addition, FEDETAXI is part at the national level of the National Federation of Autonomous Workers (ATA) and within the European Union, of the Taxi Europe Alliance (TEA) where, among others, taxi drivers from Italy, Portugal, and in which FEDETAXI holds the presidency.

The current (acting) president of FEDETAXI is Miguel Ruano Bravo, first vice president of the entity, as long as the current electoral process of the federation ends.

ANTAXI (National Taxi Association) is an Organization that has the presence of Associations from the various Autonomous Communities, whose objectives are the fight against intrusion and unfair competition; ensure that the taxi is of universal, plural and quality access; defense of the taxi as a public service; and the development of regulations that protect the activity.

It has a presence in practically all the Autonomous Communities. The Associations that are part of ANTAXI are the Autonomous Confederation of Taxis of the Valencian Community, the Basque Taxi Federation, the Professional Taxi Federation of Madrid, the Independent Taxi Federation of the Balearic Islands, the Cantabrian Taxi Federation, the Independent Association of Taxi Drivers, Self Employers of Navarra, Agrupació Taxi Companys (Barcelona), Radio Taxi Aragón, Association of Taxi Drivers of La Rioja, Radio Taxi Mérida, Associació del Taxi Intermunicipal de Catalunya, Radio Taxi Murcia, Rural Taxi Associations of Seville and Córdoba.

The president is Julio Sanz. Borja Musons is the vice president and the president of the Basque Taxi Federation.

The taxi is a public service of general interest within the municipalities and, therefore, it is the municipalities that have the main powers over it and determine the maximum number of taxi licenses in each of the municipalities according to their volume of population or other objective parameters. It is appreciated how Madrid and Barcelona are the cities with the highest number of licenses, with 15,000 and 10,000 licenses, respectively.

Regarding the distribution of energy sources, for example, Madrid has 4,295 hybrid taxis (27.62%), 2,784 LPG-powered (17.89%) and 8,135 (52%) with a diesel engine, while pure electric ones (BEV) barely reach 20 vehicles. The Barcelona Municipal Area has 3,221 hybrid vehicles (30.71%), 797 LPG (7.60%) and 6,201 (59.12%) diesel. The average age of the fleet in the capitals is close to 6.4 years, with a 10-year limit for all taxi vehicles. FEDETAXI believes that the sector needs a strong impetus for the green transition and would be a great "test bed" for the electrification of urban mobility.

Taxi drivers' taxation is subject to the direct estimation regime (modules) of personal income tax and VAT. The average income of a taxi driver, before taxes, is not homogeneous, varying greatly between cities and Autonomous Communities, ranging from 16,000 to 36,000 euros. The dependence on tourism, events, leisure and hospitality activities exceeds, on average, one third of its turnover, even reaching double in tourist towns and large capitals.

The taxi sector has been dragging a strong crisis due to the emergence of the liberalized rental vehicle with driver (VTC) modality from 2009 to 2015, which has gone from 2,500 vehicles to almost 17,000 throughout Spain. The emergence of digital platforms has produced a high degree of disruption and competition from VTCs with taxi drivers. In recent years there has been a conflict that has taken to the streets and to the political and judicial sphere, and even to the European institutions, without having yet fully settled. This is the complex context - marked by the technological and digital revolution and the changes in user habits - that the COVID pandemic has impacted19.

Participants in the videoconference with the Kings:

• FEDETAXI representatives:

   • Miguel Ruano Bravo, vice president FEDETAXI (acting president), president of the Andalusian federation of autonomous taxi drivers (FAAT) and active taxi driver in Córdoba.

   • Ángel Julio Mejía Noguerales, president of the Madrid taxi union (AGATM), candidate for the presidency of FEDETAXI and active taxi driver in Madrid.

   • Emilio Domínguez Del Valle. Lawyer and technical secretary of FEDETAXI and National Land Transport Advisor (MITMA) for the taxi sector.

• ANTAXI representatives:

   • Julio Sanz, president of ANTAXI and active taxi driver in Madrid

   • Borja Musons, Vice President of ANTAXI and President of the Basque Taxi Federation

[munirahmohd]

Assalammualaikum to readers,hai warga tumblr🧕

Harini i nak introduce my story to u guys...that i've started my diet journey...so i'm using intermittent fasting method.. Actually,i ni dah gemok sangat,almost giveup with my life,my appearance,my health status pon tak berapa nak baik..currently,i'm having uncontrolled DM,hypertension,and bit cholestrol..current weight i rasa around 100KG dah...Omg !!! Terrible kan...i punya ketinggian hanya 155CM...seriously i memang dah gemok gila bapak😭...what to do,i love foodies so much🥰... Actually makanan tak salah,yg salah tu i,tabiat pemakanan i yg salah n amount yg i amek pon sangat berat for daily...dh la ko makan banyak,exercise sama sekali tidak...so lemak tu berkumpul setiap hari...so today,i dh nekad,i nk start my journey by today 30th may 2020...atas ni adalah breakfast and lunch i..dinner i tak sempat nak snap pic...so azam i untuk setahun ni,i nak keep focusing on my diet...please doakan i berjaya n dapat istiqomah.. I tak berani nak buat heavy exercise,sebab i takot i sudden hypoglycemic...it's not easy to deal with diabetes and hypertension condition while dieting.. So,i buat ape yg i mampu...just i nak ubah tabiat pemakanan i,nak kurangkan portion for each meal...i nk changed my lifestyle fully... I dah puas rosakkan badan i,kesihatan i and diri i... So i buat tumblr ni,i nk simpan sini journey i...n i really hope if one day i succeed with this journey,i will scroll back and i will appreciate the way i trained myself in this journey... Target, i nak dapatkan berat around 60kg or 50kgs...okay bout diet,i choose eat clean...less oil,less salt,less calories,NO JUNKS,NO FAST FOOD,NO SWEET DRINKS OR SWEET FOOD... I'll try my best to keep maintaining eat clean for 1 year...

[questionsonislam]

How did Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) practice his prayers?

Our Prophet’s way of practicing prayers is as explained in Islamic catechism books. This issue is explained in fards, sunnahs and wajibs of prayers. However, the psychological state of the Prophet when starting prayer is very important.

Hazrat Aisha narrates: The Messenger of Allah talked to us and we talked to him. However, he was as if he had not recognized us when it was time for prayer, and he turned to Allah with his all existence. (Fazail-i A’mal p.303).

The Companions asked the Messenger of Allah (pbuh):

- “Allah the Glorious states in chapter al-Fath that He forgave you totally. So, why are you still practicing so long and infinite prayers?”

The Lord of the Universe (pbuh) answered:

-“Why shall I not be a thankful servant to Allah?”

As stated in a hadith, while the Messenger of Allah was practicing prayers, a sobbing cry sound like the sound of a grinding mill used to come from his blessed chest.

As narrated from Hazrat Aisha, while the Messenger of Allah was practicing prayers, some sounds like sound of boiling pot used to come from his chest. (Ibn-i Maja, Mukaddima, 3).

As our reverend mother Hazrat Aisha narrated, the Messenger of Allah used to continue practicing tahajjud prayer at nights for a very long time until his blessed feet swelled up. His reverend wife, impressed by this situation, asked: “O the Messenger of Allah, although your sins committed and to be committed have been already forgiven, why are you still doing like this?”

He replied to this: “O Aisha, shall I not be a very thankful servant to my Lord?” (Bukhari, Tahajjud, 6).

Hazrat Ata narrated as follows: I asked Hazrat Aisha to tell us the most astonishing event she witnessed about the Messenger of Allah. Hazrat Aisha cried and said: “Whatever was not astonishing about him? One night he came and got in bed with me. My skin touched his and he said: “O Abu Bakr’s daughter, let me off! Let me worship my Lord.” I said: “I love being with you, but I prefer to do as you wish.”

I let him. He got up and went to ewer. He took ablution. He did not waste water by using it too much. Then he started praying and started to cry. He cried so much that his tears flew down through his chest. Then he bent for ruqu and cried. Then he prostrated for sajdah and still cried. Then he raised his head from sajdah and still cried. He continued to cry until morning. When it was time for Morning Prayer (fajr), Bilal came and recited adhan (call to prayer). And then I said: “O the Messenger of Allah! What is that makes you cry? Allah ha forgiven your sins committed and to be committed.” He said: “Shall I not be a thankful servant to Allah? Shall I not give Him thanks?”

While the Lord of the Universe (pbuh) was about to submit his blissful soul to Allah, his last advice to humankind was being careful about practicing prayers and this was the last hadith narrated from him. Hazrat Anas narrates:

“When the time of death came upon the Messenger of Allah, the whole of the advice he made before he submitted his soul is as follows:

“Do not neglect Namaz (prayers) and be fair about your slaves’ rights.”

When the time for prayer came, the Messenger of Allah used to become a hundred times happier and more excited than the happiness and excitement of a person who is given the news that a beloved one has come. He was at the zenith of humbleness (khushu) and modesty to his Lord and he was much delighted in invocating and begging to Him as a servant. Once, the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) described prayer as follows:

“Prayer (namaz/salah) is practiced in twos. In each two rakats, there is a tahiyyat. Prayer is to feel humble and to lower yourself… You raise your hands upwards; palms turned to your face, for the Lord and beg saying O Lord! O Lord! Whoever omits this, his prayer is incomplete.” (Tirmidhi, Salat, 166). In other words, prayer means for servant to understand his helplessness and impotence compared to the Creator and to show his neediness with cries and storms in his inner world and to invocate and supplicate Him.

Muslims would practice five times a day, which is fard upon them; however, the Messenger of Allah would also practice nawafil prayers such as midmorning, ishraq and tahajjud in addition to daily prayers. Although all Muslims practice seventeen rakats of fard prayers which are fard upon them everyday, the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) used to practice about 50-60 rakats of fard and nawafil prayers day and night in a day. The feeling of love for Allah in his heart during prayers was superior to any other feelings for the Messenger of Allah. He used to extend ruqu so much that anyone seeing him from a distance would think that he forgot to prostrate.

Huzaifa narrates: One night, I started prayer together with the Prophet (pbuh). He started reciting the surah al-Baqarah. I thought to myself that he would bend for ruqu when he cited the hundredth verse. However, he continued reciting when he reached the hundredth verse. I thought to myself that he would practice two rakats with this surah. He continued reciting. I thought he would bend for ruqu when he finishes this surah. Then he started reciting al-Nisa. When he finished it, he started reciting al-i Imran. He was reciting slowly. When the invocation verses came, he said “subhanallah” and when supplication verses came, he supplicated. When istiaza verses came, he sought refuge with Allah. Then he bent for ruqu. He started saying “Subhana Rabbiya’l-Azim”. His ruqu lasted as long as his qiyam (standing). Then he stood up saying “Semiallahu limen hamideh. Rabbena leke’l hamd.” He stayed in qiyam almost as long as ruqu. Then he prostrated. He said “Subhana Rabbiya’l A’la.” His prostration (sajdah) was also as long as his qiyam. (Muslim, Salatu’l-Musafirin, 203).

He used to practice his prayers, from the beginning of revelation on, in the yard of Baytullah, before the eyes of idolaters who gave him hardships and tortured him mercilessly. Some of the idolaters attacked him while he was praying and yet he did not stop his praying because of fearing them. During war, when both sides came across and their swords crushed each other, their spears flew whizzing and their hearts beat crazily, Muslims used to line up and practice their prayers, with the Prophet being their imam in the front, at the time of prayer.

Abu Huraira narrates: During a war expedition, the Messenger of Allah encamped somewhere between Dajnan and Usfan. Idolaters said: “They have got a prayer which is more precious for them than their fathers and children. It is Asr prayer. Get ready and attack them all together at once!”

Gabriel the Archangel (Jibril) came and told the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) to divide his companions into two groups, told one group to wait in alert together with their weapons while the other group is practicing prayer with Prophet. He told him to practice one rakat with the first group and then one rakat with the second group so that each group would pray one rakat with the Prophet and the Prophet would have practiced two rakats this way. (Tirmidhi, Tafsir, 4/3035).

The Messenger of Allah’s desire for being in Allah’s presence was so great that he practiced not only fard prayers during war but practiced prayers at nights until morning. Actually, Hazrat Ali, while describing Badr Battle, says:

“At Badr, there was no other cavalier than Mikdad amongst us. I know it well that all of us slept then except for the Messenger of Allah. However, the Messenger of Allah practiced prayer and cried until the morning under a tree.”

This was his loyalty to Allah. He practiced his prayers always in time. Moreover, he did not miss any prayer when his illness, which caused him to die, was at its zenith. His illness got so severe that he was eventually so weak and tired. He went to masjid with the help of two people for Dhuhr and Asr and practiced them with people. Although he was writhing in pain of death, he reminded his people the most beneficial issues for them and his last words were “Prayer! Prayer! Fear Allah about the slaves you own!”. (Abu Dawud, Adab, 133).

The issues which our beloved Prophet found useful to remind us before he died must, of course, be those which are the most important ones for humankind’s duty of religious service. The first one is the pillar of Islam, prayer (salat) which lets human beings closer to the Creator and the Beloved One. And the second one is fair treatment to the weak, our workers and wives, whom Allah entrusted to us, which will save us from rolling down into Hell.

One day, while the Messenger of Allah was waiting for praying time in masjid with his companions, a man stood up and said to the Prophet: “O Messenger of Allah! I committed a sin.” The Messenger did not respond to the man.

When the Messenger finished praying, the same man stood up again and repeated his words. The Messenger asked him: “Did you not practice this prayer with us? And did you not take ablution properly for it?”

The man said: Yes, o the Messenger of Allah!. The Messenger said: “So, that prayer will redeem for the sin you committed.” (Heysemi, Majmau’z-zawaid, I, 301).

[almost-daily-ata]

#5

"That's no way to hand a knife to someone."

Featuring Coda DeCrescendo, Unknown Attempted Murderer

Part 2 to this coming tomorrow as I consider who I should use for my next Blackadder redraw... considering Diego and Dahlia unless I remember an ATA case involving poison

[ask-the-attorneys]

*by the time of 7:45, everyone was in the dining room. With Carmen, Sonia, and Thomas in one table, and a whole cast of unique characters at the other tables.*

Thomas: “…….hey Carmen, do you see those two?”

*Thomas says, silently pointing at Two people, Simon and Linnet Dolye.*

[Carmen]

The couple over there? What about them?

[hanenoaozora]

Saya INTP Lagi

Disclaimer (?): pardon my weird occasional bilingualness… happens when I’m under tremendous stress LOL

Saya baru-baru ini ngambil tes MBTI (demen banget sih situ tor…) lagi. Hasilnya masih sama seperti sebelum-sebelumnya, INTP. Cuman kali ini N dan P saya mendekati angka 70% sedangkan sebelumnya N, T, dan P saya di angka 50an, yang saya artikan sebagai “being a more well-rounded person”. Kesimpulan ini hanya karangan saya sebagai perwujudan wishful thinking :p

Gimana dengan I-nya? Ngg… baiknya ndak dibahas #tutupWajah

Tes di 16personalities.com

Selama beberapa tahun hasil tes MBTI saya berubah-ubah terus bagian N/S, T/F, dan P/J-nya. Saya pernah dapat INFJ lho!!! Ada F-nya lho!!! As strange as it might seem…

Waktu itu (kalau dilihat dari perspektif sekarang) adalah masa saya lebih fokus dalam hal pengembangan diri secara utuh, masanya mencari kestabilan hidup, berusaha make the most of what I had that day, not seeking for more or other possible path.

Berkaitan dengan kegiatan selama ~2 tahun terakhir, saya itu bak pole yang nongkrong di unity circle. Mungkin hasil tes ini salah satu indikasi bahwa saya tidak lagi manusia yang imbang proses berpikirnya (lagi-lagi… ini hanya kesimpulan saya). Dengan kondisi “baru” ini, saya pun membaca kembali penjelasan tentang tipe saya, trying to find some insights into how I can better myself in pursuit of becoming more comfortable in my own skin.

Mencengangkan lho ternyata… not that I found something new, but more, like, being reminded of some things that REALLY happen that are put into words and it’s just so mind-boggling!

They love patterns, and spotting discrepancies between statements could almost be described as a hobby, making it a bad idea to lie to a Logician. 

Yea... paling seneng bagian nerusin series kalau di psikotes/TPA. And sometimes I wonder how people can recite dialogues with their own wordings that don’t even reflect the true dialogues that happened. Bukannya saya punya photographic memory dan bisa mengulang omongan orang verbatim, tapi paling enggak jangan bikin implied meaning-nya berubah dong!

People with the Logician personality type tend to share thoughts that are not fully developed, using others as a sounding board for ideas and theories in a debate against themselves rather than as actual conversation partners.

Haha maap yah...

People with the Logician personality type can get frustrated in trying to explain how they got from A to B to Z, sometimes they give up with a dismissive “never mind”.

Pernah ada teman yang somehow bawa-bawa almamater ketika dia tidak mengerti apa yang saya jelaskan. “Jangan samain kita sama alumni SMA X dong!” katanya. I remember being extremely annoyed hearing that. Saya sendiri merasa bahwa saya produk low-end dari SMA X (angka asli disamarkan) tersebut, dan langsung berasumsi bahwa ni orang cuma menyalahkan kondisi tanpa berusaha mencerna apa yang saya omongin. Atau mungkin sayanya yang emang ngomongnya ga jelas hahahaha... yasudahlah...

Logician personalities know that as they practice, they improve, and any work they do is second-best to what they could do.

Yea, I often feel like I submit a subpar work each time...

Many of the usual motivations for making friends – emotional support, social validation, shared routine – simply don’t apply to Logicians. More likely, these concepts are met with disdain, as people with the Logician personality type prize intellectual depth above all else.

So there’s actually explanation on why I have very few friends, and that my relationships with them are more knowledge-based than personal. Misalnya, kalau ngobrolin anime sama si A. Ngobrolin elektro sama si B. Minta insight masalah sehari-hari ke si C. Dan biasanya saya nggak ngobrolin anime dengan B dan C, nggak ngomongin elektro dengan A dan C, dan tidak curhat masalah pribadi ke A dan B. Bahkan ketika saya ngomongin pengalaman pribadi ke A, itu tuh (biasanya) konteksnya membicarakan plot anime atau sejenisnya. Dan kalaupun saya ngobrolin anime ke C, itu karena saya ingin menceritakan mengapa suatu anime relevan dengan apa yang saya curhatin. Sometimes I feel like I’m using them, but probably it’s just my naturally knowledge-seeking mind at work?

Though it’s a challenge for people with the Logician personality type to teach empathy alongside rationality, if they are able to pull it off, their children will grow into confident adults who know how to ask questions, use their minds, and take care of themselves no matter what comes their way.

If they are able to pull it off... what a way to be discouraging... Tapi mungkin pas saya punya anak entar, saya udah bukan INTP lagi. Who knows XD

Logicians have little interest in social distractions like chitchat and motivational speeches. For this reason, the flatter the workplace hierarchy, the better, making small, technical workplaces and fields such as law, forensics, and laboratory research very desirable for Logicians.  They can also move things forward as data analysts, mechanical, electrical and software engineers, and even as technical writers and journalists, provided the field is interesting enough.

LAB RESEARCH! ELECTRICAL ENGINEER! (technical) WRITER!

This is something I need to hear ;;_;; Tapi apa saya ga bisa jadi novelis?

If they can smile and shake hands just long enough to establish themselves as the brilliant innovators that they are, people with the Logician personality type will find that whatever the expectations for social conduct, it is the qualities unique to them that are truly in demand.

Haha... at the end of the day, ga bisa 24/7 ngansos ya... :’D

Trus… ngapain ngeshare tulisan ini? Berharap orang lain maklum kalau situ nyerocos ga jelas, kerjaan ga kelar-kelar atas nama perfeksionisme, dan having zero people skills and zero empathy? Hem… yah, agak wkwkwk… but seriously though, the biggest achievement out of this exercise is that I know that some things about myself have theories backing them up, 

that I’m not a complete failure just because I obsess over the small, unimportant details that don’t seem fit in the bigger scheme of things and spend a lot of time mulling over it, 

that my lack of enthusiasm in participating in mundane conversations about daily lives or what other people are wearing is just a normal trait and not signs of antisocialness (atau mungkin memang ini tanda-tanda keansosan), 

that my inability to form coherent thoughts the first time and need to, like, practice in front of the mirror before a simple presentation do not mean I have a terrible communication problem (well… they are communication problem, but now I’m seeing it not in the worst destructive way).

All in all, I feel pretty good knowing more about myself. Lumayan lah untuk ningkatin mood di tengah-tengah keserabutan kerjaan yang beberapa waktu belakangan ini bikin pengen nangis frustrasi.

[kevkesblog]

Kids interview Kai Havertz (April 30, 2019)

After a long time a translated interview again. Sorry for misspelled words and errors. 

Source: Bayer 04 TV

Q:     How old were you when you started playing football? And how were you discovered?

Kai:  „I started playing football as a 3 ½ or 4 year old kid at my club in Mariadorf back in the day. My youth club. I used to live right around the corner. Thats where I played my first years of football until I was 8 years old. Then the first clubs approached me. [Bayer] Leverkusen was one of them. But I transfered to Aachen – Alemannia Aachen. I dont know if it says something to you, but they used to be very good in the past. And with 12 years of age I came to Leverkusen.“

Q:     Rudi Völler praised you in an interview. He said you always stay calm. How do you manage to stay so calm when you’re kicking a penalty?

Kai:  „I dont know. Honestly I’m not really excited or nervous. I mean, we all play football to have fun. Because it is fun. Thats how I see it too. I try to fade out everything around me and yeah I just try to have fun on the pitch. And I think it’s always the best feeling if you score from a penalty, which is why I never try to put to much pressure on myself.“

Q:     What would your daily job be today, if you weren’t a football player?

Kai:  „Ahm, I think I would be a barber [laughs]. But only haircuts for men!“

Q:     How many hours of a day are you effectively dealing with football? Are you happy if you dont have to deal with football during your spare time? Or do you play too?

Kai:  „Hm, I think you are dealing with football 24/7. Because you are always interested how the other teams are playing. If you go on instagram you always get pictures of footballers or football games – or videos. Thats why I think it’s difficult do get away from football, even in your sparetime. But I think it’s always good for me if I can do something different in my spare time, instead of thinking about football. And usually friends and family are helping you forget about football once in awhile and to get different stuff in your head. But yeah… you cant really escape that topic completely. Except maybe during vacation. If you have a few days off, thats when you have the ability to live without football.“

Q:     With who among your teammates do you do the most stuff off the pitch?

Kai:  „Yeah, definately the most with Julian. Mitch joined this year and Sam. Thats our… well yeah, four-men squard which we are out. And those guys are the ones I am usually outside the most.“

Q:     Is there something that bothers you as a football player?

Kai:  „[pauses]…. Yeah, I mean what does „bother“ mean… Sure you have a different amount of pressure as a football player, as perhaps some normal worker. Sure a lot of people are talking about you. A lot of things are coming at you, even when you are young. Thats something you have to learn to deal with. Also suddently when fans start to throw insults at you, after two or three games you lost in a row. The media of course, builds alot of pressure. But I think we football players generally have almost only advantages. We made our hobby our daily job now. We can live our dream and thats why I think you only have advantages being a football player.“

Q:     You became B-junior champion in 2017. Are you still in contact with your teammates and what happened tot hem?

 Kai:  „I have daily contact with three or four of them. Back in the day it was Atakan [Akkaynak] and Rico [Grym]. We are still in touch. And those guys were my best friends since then. Sure, the team dissolves because everybody changes to different clubs. There are two or three of them which stayed here. Many went to foreign countries, for example Ata[kan] plays in the Netherlands at Willem II. Or Rico in Poland. Usually the contact disappears a bit. I think I’m still good friends with them and I try to stay in touch with them as good as I can.“

Q:    Do you ask for advice from experienced players?

Kai:  „Yeah sure. We have a lot of players that have played a lot of games. Players with experience. Especially the first two years it was really helpful to have someone that gave you tips. After awhile you can deal with that by yourself, after you play a lot of games too. But I think older players can help you, especially at the beginning of your career.“

Q:     What do you like to do the most during training? And where do you want to become better?

 Kai:  „I like to practice goal shoots. They are the most fun. I’m usually not a  player who likes to do stuff without the ball. I like to do stuff with the ball. And yes, there are still things I want to do better. My right foot for example and my liveliness on the pitch, so that you become quicker after the first meters. Yet, there are still things that you already good at, which you can improve. Thats why I always try to give my best during training sessions.“

Q:     Where do you like to go on vacation and that place would you love to visit?

 Kai:  „I love flying to sunny places. I love the beach, the ocean. Because I’m a guy who loves the sun and if its warm outside. I think the best vacation I had so far where the Maledives. And I usually try to travel alot when I have days off from football. I try to get away alot and see alot of cities and to discover other cultures. I dont know what my next destinations going to be, but I think I will find some nice spots in the future.“

Q:     Which one of your goals was the most important for you and your favorite?

Kai:  „The best goal…. was against, ehm Nuremberg. I havent scored the most insane goals yet though, but one or two nice ones where among them. But that one goal was the best for me. But I think every goal has its upsides – even if you just score from one meter distance. It’s always important for the team to score. Goals can decide games and thats why I’m happy with every goal I score.“

Q:     What is your favorite dish and what do you say about the team’s chef?

Kai:  „[laughs]… my favorite dish is Risotto with salmon. And I like the food we get here. Alex our chef, is doing a good job. And I think the right food is very important after training for a football player. Its good to have a lot of food to choose from and I think we can all be very happy with our chef here.“

[dailytafsirofquran]

Daily Tafsir of Ibn Kathir

Reports narrated on this Topic

In his Musnad, Al-Hafiz Abu Bakr Ahmad bin `Amr bin `Abd Al-Khaliq Al-Bazzar, may Allah have mercy on him, recorded that Az-Zuhri said, "`Abdullah bin Ubayy bin Salul had a slave-girl whose name was Mu`adhah, whom he forced into prostitution. When Islam came, the Ayah

(And force not your slave-girls to prostitution...) was revealed.'' Al-A`mash narrated from Abu Sufyan that Jabir said concerning this Ayah, "This was revealed about a slave-girl belonging to `Abdullah bin Ubayy bin Salul whose name was Musaykah. He used to force her to commit immoral actions, but there was nothing wrong with her and she refused. Then Allah revealed this Ayah:

(And force not your slave-girls to prostitution,) until His saying;

(But if anyone compels them, then after such compulsion, Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.)'' An-Nasa'i also recorded something similar. Muqatil bin Hayyan said, "I heard -- and Allah knows best -- that this Ayah was revealed about two men who used to force two slave-girls of theirs (into prostitution). One of them was called Musaykah who belonged to ﴿the Ansari﴾, and Umaymah the mother of Musaykah belonged to `Abdullah bin Ubayy. Mu`adhah and Arwa were in the same situation. Then Musaykah and her mother came to the Prophet and told him about that. Then Allah revealed:

(And force not your slave-girls to prostitution), meaning Zina.

(if they desire chastity,) means, if they want to be chaste, which is the case with the majority of slave-girls.

(in order that you may make a gain in the goods of this worldly life.) meaning, from the money they earn and their children. The Messenger of Allah forbade the money earned by the cupper, the prostitute and the fortune-teller. According to another report:

(The earnings of a prostitute are evil, the earnings of a cupper are evil, and the price of a dog is evil.)

(But if anyone compels them, then after such compulsion, Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.) meaning, towards them, as has already been stated in the Hadith narrated from Jabir. Ibn Abi Talhah narrated that Ibn `Abbas said, "If you do that, then Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful, and their sin will be on the one who forced them to do that.'' This was also the view of Mujahid, `Ata' Al-Khurasani, Al-A`mash and Qatadah. After explaining these rulings in detail, Allah says;

(And indeed We have sent down for you Ayat that make things plain,) meaning, in the Qur'an there are Ayat which are clear and explain matters in detail.

(and the example of those who passed away before you,) means, reports about the nations of the past and what happened to them when they went against the commandments of Allah, as Allah says:

(And We made them a precedent, and an example to later generations.) ﴿43:56﴾; We made them a lesson, i.e., a rebuke for committing sin and forbidden deeds.

(for those who have Taqwa. ) meaning, for those who remember and fear Allah.

(35. Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The parable of His Light is as a niche and within it a lamp: the lamp is in a glass, the glass as it were a star Durriyyun, lit from a blessed tree, an olive, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil would almost glow forth, though no fire touched it. Light upon Light! Allah guides to His Light whom He wills. And Allah sets forth parables for mankind, and Allah is All-Knower of everything.)