#also justice for the cricket bat

[sillyengineerperson]

So lads, today I have been diagnosed with ASD and ADHD

and i also finished watching dead boy detectives

my brain is in shambles right now

[fairandfatalasfair]

I know people have posted about this before but it honestly it striking how much the boys do not default to violence as a way of solving problems. They're detectives in the classic sense - they're looking for clues and unravelling mysteries, and most of the time they can handle things with subtlety instead of force. It's not off the table, but it's very much an option of last resort.

The first time we meet them they're dealing with a ghost that is actively trying to kill them, and they're not fighting, they're running. While trying to figure out what happened so that they can go back in with a better strategy. Even when the cursed ghost catches up with them, Charles hits it exactly once, to get enough breathing space that they can get back to the office and get the resources they need to break the curse. Their plan with Becky was to slip in and out while Esther was distracted - they only ended up in a fight because hauling Edwin and Becky out of the magical void took longer than expected.

And as much as Charles comments in Ep. 3 about puzzle solving being "Edwin's way" and hitting things with a cricket bat being his, that absolutely goes for him as well. In the flashbacks where he confronts his friends, he pulls them off and puts himself between them and the kid they're beating up - he doesn't continue the fight once the victim is safe. In the Devlin house he's visible shaken and upset from the first round of the cycle, but it's not until they've witnessed the murder several times and Edwin's plan to break the loop has failed and he's confronting the possibility that there may not be another option that he tries to fight Devlin directly. Most of what he does with his cricket bat is pull it out and plant himself between Edwin and whatever he's decided is a threat.

I suspect that's part of why Edwin was so rattled by the first encounter with the Night Nurse - not because it was wrong or unjustified, but because it's not normal for Charles to hit first.

And these are not normal circumstances! Charles has been pushed pretty hard at this point, and has just been assaulted in a way that Edwin probably isn't fully cognizant of, and was acting urgently to stop the Night Nurse from doing the same thing to Edwin. I think his reaction was absolutely justified, and possibly necessary. And I think Edwin's response, whether it was intended that way or not, did read as condemnation - at least to Charles who is already beating himself up for not being able to protect the people he loves and doubting whether he's a safe, trustworthy person.

But I also think it's notable that the next time he deals with the Night Nurse - after he's processed some of his feelings of anger and helplessness, after he's been reassured that he's still the best person Edwin knows - he takes a different tack. She's still imminently threatening to split them up and send Edwin to hell, which is probably Charles' worst nightmare. But this time he turns to negotiation, to appealing to her sense of justice, to looking for a loophole that could let them stay together. He's back to trying to solve problems by working through them.

And in fairness, the fact that she came back after being eaten by Angie is also a pretty strong indication that trying to fight her wouldn't have worked. But I do think it says something about Charles' attitude to the world that despite describing himself as "the brawn" and thinking of himself as the fighter between him and Edwin, his reflex is still to problem solve first, to use force defensively and only when necessary. That yes, he's angry and justly so, but unlike his father, or the boys who killed him, he doesn't choose to turn that into an excuse to hurt people. That his use of force is judicious and careful and is always, always about preventing harm.

[casscainmainly]

Ship anon's back to ponder which kinds of antagonists this new Cass book could use. I actually wouldn't hate revisiting her dad, that 'Mad Dog' kid from the first series' end issues, or even that little Cricket twerp from her 'Red Robin' cameos. Or Deathstroke-but no 'according to keikaku', no goofy grenade escapes, no 'lawl I can solo the Justice League & read u reading me'. Just pick that overhyped doucheball apart so thoroughly Ravager and Jericho get sympathetic joint aches.

Ooh good question. I know David Cain is technically dead (as far as I know? He died during New 52 so idk what his status is now), but I HIGHLY agree that I want him back. His relationship with Cass is one of the most interesting things about early Batgirl (2000), and it's been ages since we've explored any of that. I also think Mad Dog or Marque or any other siblings would be interesting to use. It would flesh out the solo's focus on family, since we're already having Shiva!

Cricket might be interesting, though I wonder if they'll acknowledge Black Bat or her stint in Hong Kong? I find this one unlikely, at this point Cricket is like an inside joke, but hey maybe it really is time to pick up this loose thread.

But huge YES to Cass humbling Deathstroke again. I think it should be a tradition, just like her beating up Dick - she should pound Slade into the ground every so often. Plus I really want more Cass and Rose interactions!! Actually the trio of Cass-Rose-Jason might be the funniest combo of people ever, I kinda need that right now. God I'm so excited for that solo!!

[wordsinhaled]

for the character ask game thing i will give u charles bc he is my best boy :3

charles, also my best boy <3 i love you charles rowland!!!!

First impression ngl i cannot remember my exact first impressions of either charles or edwin at this point. i am sure i thought he looked cool as hell and immediately thought he was awesome when he pulled out the iron knife in the back-to-back courtyard scene at the very beginning <3

Impression now absolutely adore him and he is everything to me <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 literally like. i'm not doing justice to how important and wonderful he is in this one sentence but. i love you charles rowland!!!!

Favorite moment oh gosh, i have so many!!! boxing scene charles has a special place in my heart, but also the scene where charles is helping crystal interview jenny, the scene where charles gives himself a talking-to which tells us he has an inner edwin voice, every time he twirls the cricket bat a zillion times. honestly stop me before i list every scene charles has in the show, every one of his micro-expression is Important 2 me

Idea for a story at the moment, rolling a "ghost charles as one of solo detective edwin's cases" idea around in my head

Unpopular opinion i believe that charles should have just as much permission to experience anger and the full range of his emotions as any other character, but because of charles' backstory his expressions of anything beyond affability and cheerfulness are often looked at negatively, where they might be seen as acceptable from anyone else. charles' character sometimes receives the exact kind of treatment from fandom that he is afraid of receiving from people in his life. in this TED talk i will... haha

Favorite relationship payneland <3 though tbh i love charles' dynamic with everyone so so much!!!

Favorite headcanon i'll just say the first one i thought of which is that charles has a teeny stick and poke tattoo somewhere hidden that he did on himself when he was alive. it's probably something silly like a tiny smiley face.

[seiya-starsniper]

If you're still taking asks, I'd love to hear about "things are seldom all they seem" 🥺

🤘five-and-dimes

@five-and-dimes

Ah yes, this fic that I started for DBDA appreciation week! And then did not finish 😅😅😅

Basic premise here is Charles gets hit in the face by a weird spell, and wakes up in an Alternate Universe. One where he's alive, human, and also in a romantic relationship with Edwin.

Here's a snippet I shared during the event, and here's a new snippet!

Be prepared for MASSIVE PAIN because of what I imply about Charles's very different relationship with his parents in this alternate universe:

“Mom?” Charles asks, bewildered as his mother’s face, beaming and joyful, pops up on his phone screen. “There he is!” Charles’s mom practically sings into her phone as she waves enthusiastically at him. Charles dumbly lifts his own hand up to wave back. “Our favorite boy, the author!” She could see him. Charles was alive, and his mother could see him. Was waving at him enthusiastically and updating him on her day as if they’d just spoken yesterday. They probably had spoken yesterday, because this was a different world than the one Charles knew. “Eleanor, guess what?” A loud male voice booms off screen. “I found five more copies at Waterstones!”  Suddenly multiple copies of a children’s book, Dead Boy Detectives, Charles glimpses briefly, invade the camera screen, obstructing his mother’s face temporarily.  “Lewis!” his mother exclaims, laughing, and Charle’s stomach jumps into his throat at the name. “D-Dad?!” Charles practically shouts, more surprise than anything. “Hey son!” Charles’s father greets, smiling just as broadly as his mom had been just minutes earlier. “Mind signing these over at lunch today before I drop them off at the library? I told Lucienne I’d get her some signed copies to use for the library fundraising raffle later this week. I know you’re busy, so I didn’t volunteer you for reading hour, but I promise I’ll do your boys justice when I read to the kids later.” “I—” Charles stutters, the sheer shock of all his dad just told him hitting him like a cricket bat to the face. He can feel tears welling up in his eyes. His mom could see him. His dad was proud of him. Charles wrote children’s books, ones that were popular enough to be used in fundraisers.  “Y-yeah, sure. Of course dad. Anything for the kids.”

✨WIP File Tag Game✨

[mxsoyo]

Watching every Dracula adaptation! #2

Dracula (1931) starring Bela Lugosi

Next up is the first authorised film adaptation of Dracula. The movie is actually based on a play adaptation from 1924, which explains some of the changes they made.

Should you watch it? Yes, but not for the reasons you might think. The movie is very funny (not intentionally), great to watch with friends. It is also free to watch on the Internet Archive. It is still recognizably the story of Dracula, but a lot of the details have been changed, especially the characters, so beware of that if that bothers you.

↓ Character and Story Changes + notable moments under the keep reading. ↓

Character Changes: -Renfield takes up Jonathans role of the young solicitor traveling to Transylvania in the beginning of the movie. Until he is put under Draculas influence where goes back to his book version after that. Dwight Fryes performance as essentially both Jonathan and Renfield are both very entertaining. Like that man is giving 200%. -With Bela Lugosi starring as Dracula, this movie was definitely the starting point of the sexy-fication of the character. Even thought I think this Dracula has even worse social skills than his book counterpart. -Mina is actually Jack Seward’s daughter in the movie, I assume this change was made to explain why the main characters would be hanging around at the sanatorium. Personality wise she is a bit blander than her book counterpart, partially because she spents a good chunk of her screen time under Draculas influence. -John Harker (just John, not Jonathan in this version) has been definitely changed for the worse. They made him the sceptic that doesn’t understand what is going on and is constantly doubting Van Helsings advice. He feels a bit more like a douchy version of Arthur than Jonathan. -Like I said, Jack Seward is Mina’s father in this version and is the character in name only and in the fact that he owns a sanatorium. -Lucy (her surname has been changed to Weston) is a single girl since Arthur and Quincey don’t appear. She has a stronger interest in the macabre and has a small crush on Dracula (despite everything about him). -Van Helsing gets a lot of good lines in the movie, he seems a lot less eccentric, and Dracula remarks that he has heard of him. But he is not yet the badass expert vampire hunter later movies make of him. -The movie also added two prominent characters the sanitarium worker Martin the and nurse Briggs, which both serve as a kind of comic relief. Story Changes: -As far as I know this is the first time the female vampires (Draculas roommates) are referred to as his wives. -We get a lot more scenes from the point of view of Dracula -Dracula actually introduces himself to the main characters as their next door neighbour and casually comes over for conversation before they find out he’s a vampire -Lucy dies very shortly after being introduced, but the plotline of the gang trying to keep her alive was given to Mina instead - The ending is surprisingly anticlimactic. They find Dracula lying in his coffin in Carfax Abbey, Van Helsing kills him off-screen, while John looks for Mina. -Afterwards Van Helsing also says they should leave without him, they do and then the movie just ends

Notabel Moments: -The movie starts with Swan Lake out of all songs and then is dead silent when it comes to background music afterwards -The opossums and armadillos (classical Romanian wildlife)

-this GIANT BEE (totally not a normal sized Bee jerusalem cricket in a miniature coffin)

-The BATS!!! Oh my god the spirit halloween bats! The bat driving the carriage?! -the spirit halloween plastic spider on a string -”I never drink... wine.” is such an iconic line, that I was surprised it’s not from the book, this also goes for ”the strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him” -The best scene in cinema history! I cant do it justice by explaining it, you’ll have to watch it yourself, it’s at 1:03:20

Next Up: Dracula (1958) starring Christopher Lee

[smqazi]

ENJOIN WHAT IS RIGHT AND FORBID WHAT IS WRONG.

امربالمعروفونہیعنالمنکر

AMR BIL-MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘AN-IL-MUNKAR, AND DO FULFILL YOUR COMMITMENTS.

In the year 1991, I was a student in London and saw a Pakistani student drinking alcohol. I told my class fellow that such and such person was drinking alcohol. He said I don’t care. So, I told him that when the next time he comes to your home drunk, you will care. 

When these corrupt politicians, whom my Late Father used to call RASCALS (British English as he worked with a English CME in Pakistan Railways), Qaum Farosh and Zameer Farosh قوم فروش اور ضمیر فروش were looting and robbing the poor people of Pakistan, depositing their wealth in foreign banks and building palaces in Europe, Middle East and the United States. Yoiu did not care so you see the result; they bankrupted your country., 

They keep coming back to our country from overseas, loot and rob more from the same helpless, honest, the needy, the poor and the simple people of so-called Islamic Republic of Pakistan, which by definition is neither Islamic nor Republic, unfortunately.

You cannot get your money or property because some other CROOKS in the courts and corrupt lawyers, they will not let you recover it as they are being paid very heavily by these RASCALS to protect them from getting justice for you. It is as simple as that.

That is why they are afraid of Imran Khan. One of PDM minister said    on the TV, “if Imran Khan comes came back, he will hang them upside down”, because I am sure he will, In shaa Allah.

They always asked for a plain field to play but they never any game that way so far. They played cricket with their own umpires paid by them who always ruled in their favor so they won each game. The ground will be empty. The crowd will stay to watch and cheer Imran Khan playing his last ball and win the game by the Grace of Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala). He has a track record of winning the games of more than thirty (30) years.

The day Imran Khan is released, they will pick up their ball, bat and wickets and run away to their Nano in Londons, or their Iqamah and visa providers in Europe, Middle East and the United State, and work as labor or janitors because they don’t care. All they care is how to protect and preserve their money in the foreign banks and their properties in overseas countries.

That is why they want to keep him in jail as long as they can, so that he cannot play in a fair field and win the game. They have fabricated more than 200 FAKE cases against him, which he has been fighting for more than a year. And he has won most of them. He is going to win the last two also. He is a Mujahid of Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala) and His Last Prophet Muhammad (Sallallahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam).

Lastly Yet importantly, my dear brothers sand sisters in Pakistan, I appeal to your conscious to bet on a horse that can win any race and he is Imran Khan. There is no body in Pakistan, who has the credibility, education, experience, guts, patience, steadfastness and the spirit that Imran Khan has. He was declared As-Saadiq wa’d-al-Ameen and I think he is the only one in this whole world called by that name after Prophet Muhammad (SallaAllahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam). 

Now is the time to support Imran Khan, get him released from the prison, and vote for him in the next election as your leader, chairman of PTI, and the future Prime Minister of a new and real Islamic Republic of Pakistan, In shaa Allah!

He may not be able to get all of your wealth and property back because of heavy odds against him, but I assure you that with the help of Allah (Subhanahu wa T’ala), his positive mental attitude (PMA), sincerity of purpose, and your full support, he will stop them from making these regular trips to London, loot, and rob you and then go back again to their Kafeels and Visa providers, In shaa Allah!

‘Imran Khan Zindah Baad, Pakistan Paa’indah Baad, Pakistan Taabindah Baad and Pakistan Zindah Baad, Ameen, till ETERNITY, Ameen, Thumma Ameen, yaa Rabbil ‘aalameen

_________________________

FOLLOW THE ORDER OF AMR BIL MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘ANIL MUNKAR

Under the order Amr bil-Ma'roof and Nahi 'an-il-Munkar, it is my duty as a Muslim to advise all Muslim Brothers and Sisters to do GOOD and refrain from doing OTHERWISE.

The believing men and believing women are allies of one another. They enjoin what is right and forbid what is wrong and establish prayer and give Zakāh and obey Allah and His Messenger. Those - Allah will have mercy upon them. Indeed, Allah is Exalted in Might and Wise. NOBLE QUR’AN, CHAPTER (Surah a-Tawbah, 9, Verse (Ayah) 71

Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala says in the NOBLE QUR’AN, Chapter (Surah) al-Isra' Verse (Ayah) 34:

And do not approach the property of an orphan, except in the way that is the best, until he reaches maturity. And fulfill [every] commitment. Indeed, the commitment is ever [that about which one will be] questioned. NOBLE QUR'AN, 17:34

MY SHEIKH TOLD ME NOT TO MAKE A PROMISE, BUT IF YOU DO, PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU FULFILL YOUR PROMISE. 

THE CHOICE IS ENTIRELY YOURS, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

END OF THE STORY!

__________________

SHORT

ENJOIN WHAT IS RIGHT AND FORBID WHAT IS WRONG.

امر بالمعروف و نہی عن المنکر

AMR BIL-MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘AN-IL-MUNKAR, AND DO FULFILL YOUR COMMITMENTS.

In the year 1991, I was a student in London and saw a Pakistani student drinking alcohol. I told my class fellow that such and such person was drinking alcohol. He said I don’t care. So, I told him that when the next time he comes to your home drunk, you will care. 

When these corrupt politicians, whom my Late Father used to call RASCALS (British English as he worked with a English CME in Pakistan Railways), Qaum Farosh and Zameer Farosh قوم فروش اور ضمیر فروش were looting and robbing the poor people of Pakistan, depositing their wealth in foreign banks and building palaces in Europe, Middle East and the United States. Yoiu did not care so you see the result; they bankrupted your country., 

They keep coming back to our country from overseas, loot and rob more from the same helpless, honest, the needy, the poor and the simple people of so-called Islamic Republic of Pakistan, which by definition is neither Islamic nor Republic, unfortunately.

You cannot get your money or property because some other CROOKS in the courts and corrupt lawyers, they will not let you recover it as they are being paid very heavily by these RASCALS to protect them from getting justice for you. It is as simple as that.

That is why they are afraid of Imran Khan. One of PDM minister said  on the TV, “if Imran Khan comes came back, he will hang them upside down”, because I am sure he will, In shaa Allah.

They always asked for a plain field to play but they never any game that way so far. They played cricket with their own umpires paid by them who always ruled in their favor so they won each game. The ground will be empty. The crowd will stay to watch and cheer Imran Khan playing his last ball and win the game by the Grace of Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala). He has a track record of winning the games of more than thirty (30) years.

The day Imran Khan is released, they will pick up their ball, bat and wickets and run away to their Nano in Londons, or their Iqamah and visa providers in Europe, Middle East and the United State, and work as labor or janitors because they don’t care. All they care is how to protect and preserve their money in the foreign banks and their properties in overseas countries.

Lastly Yet importantly, my dear brothers sand sisters in Pakistan, I appeal to your conscious to bet on a horse that can win any race and he is Imran Khan. There is no body in Pakistan, who has the credibility, education, experience, guts, patience, steadfastness and the spirit that Imran Khan has. He was declared As-Saadiq wa’d-al-Ameen and I think he is the only one in this whole world called by that name after Prophet Muhammad (SallaAllahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam). 

MY SHEIKH TOLD ME NOT TO MAKE A PROMISE, BUT IF YOU DO, MAKE SURE THAT YOU FULFILL YOUR PROMISE. 

THE CHOICE IS ENTIRELY YOURS, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

END OF THE STORY!

[drmaqazi]

ENJOIN WHAT IS RIGHT AND FORBID WHAT IS WRONG.

امربالمعروفونہیعنالمنکر

AMR BIL-MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘AN-IL-MUNKAR, AND DO FULFILL YOUR COMMITMENTS.

In the year 1991, I was a student in London and saw a Pakistani student drinking alcohol. I told my class fellow that such and such person was drinking alcohol. He said I don’t care. So, I told him that when the next time he comes to your home drunk, you will care. 

When these corrupt politicians, whom my Late Father used to call RASCALS (British English as he worked with a English CME in Pakistan Railways), Qaum Farosh and Zameer Farosh قوم فروش اور ضمیر فروش were looting and robbing the poor people of Pakistan, depositing their wealth in foreign banks and building palaces in Europe, Middle East and the United States. Yoiu did not care so you see the result; they bankrupted your country., 

They keep coming back to our country from overseas, loot and rob more from the same helpless, honest, the needy, the poor and the simple people of so-called Islamic Republic of Pakistan, which by definition is neither Islamic nor Republic, unfortunately.

You cannot get your money or property because some other CROOKS in the courts and corrupt lawyers, they will not let you recover it as they are being paid very heavily by these RASCALS to protect them from getting justice for you. It is as simple as that.

That is why they are afraid of Imran Khan. One of PDM minister said    on the TV, “if Imran Khan comes came back, he will hang them upside down”, because I am sure he will, In shaa Allah.

They always asked for a plain field to play but they never any game that way so far. They played cricket with their own umpires paid by them who always ruled in their favor so they won each game. The ground will be empty. The crowd will stay to watch and cheer Imran Khan playing his last ball and win the game by the Grace of Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala). He has a track record of winning the games of more than thirty (30) years.

The day Imran Khan is released, they will pick up their ball, bat and wickets and run away to their Nano in Londons, or their Iqamah and visa providers in Europe, Middle East and the United State, and work as labor or janitors because they don’t care. All they care is how to protect and preserve their money in the foreign banks and their properties in overseas countries.

That is why they want to keep him in jail as long as they can, so that he cannot play in a fair field and win the game. They have fabricated more than 200 FAKE cases against him, which he has been fighting for more than a year. And he has won most of them. He is going to win the last two also. He is a Mujahid of Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala) and His Last Prophet Muhammad (Sallallahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam).

Lastly Yet importantly, my dear brothers sand sisters in Pakistan, I appeal to your conscious to bet on a horse that can win any race and he is Imran Khan. There is no body in Pakistan, who has the credibility, education, experience, guts, patience, steadfastness and the spirit that Imran Khan has. He was declared As-Saadiq wa’d-al-Ameen and I think he is the only one in this whole world called by that name after Prophet Muhammad (SallaAllahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam). 

Now is the time to support Imran Khan, get him released from the prison, and vote for him in the next election as your leader, chairman of PTI, and the future Prime Minister of a new and real Islamic Republic of Pakistan, In shaa Allah!

He may not be able to get all of your wealth and property back because of heavy odds against him, but I assure you that with the help of Allah (Subhanahu wa T’ala), his positive mental attitude (PMA), sincerity of purpose, and your full support, he will stop them from making these regular trips to London, loot, and rob you and then go back again to their Kafeels and Visa providers, In shaa Allah!

‘Imran Khan Zindah Baad, Pakistan Paa’indah Baad, Pakistan Taabindah Baad and Pakistan Zindah Baad, Ameen, till ETERNITY, Ameen, Thumma Ameen, yaa Rabbil ‘aalameen

_________________________

FOLLOW THE ORDER OF AMR BIL MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘ANIL MUNKAR

Under the order Amr bil-Ma'roof and Nahi 'an-il-Munkar, it is my duty as a Muslim to advise all Muslim Brothers and Sisters to do GOOD and refrain from doing OTHERWISE.

The believing men and believing women are allies of one another. They enjoin what is right and forbid what is wrong and establish prayer and give Zakāh and obey Allah and His Messenger. Those - Allah will have mercy upon them. Indeed, Allah is Exalted in Might and Wise. NOBLE QUR’AN, CHAPTER (Surah a-Tawbah, 9, Verse (Ayah) 71

Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala says in the NOBLE QUR’AN, Chapter (Surah) al-Isra' Verse (Ayah) 34:

And do not approach the property of an orphan, except in the way that is the best, until he reaches maturity. And fulfill [every] commitment. Indeed, the commitment is ever [that about which one will be] questioned. NOBLE QUR'AN, 17:34

MY SHEIKH TOLD ME NOT TO MAKE A PROMISE, BUT IF YOU DO, PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU FULFILL YOUR PROMISE. 

THE CHOICE IS ENTIRELY YOURS, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

END OF THE STORY!

[madscientist008]

Prithvi Shaw Gets A Clean Chit From Mumbai Police In Sapna Gill’s Molestation Case

Prithvi Shaw, the young and talented Indian cricketer, has been cleared of the molestation allegation made by social media influencer Sapna Gill. The Mumbai police have told the court that Gill’s allegation is “false and unfounded” and that there is no evidence to support her claim.

The case dates back to February 15, 2023, when Shaw and his friends were having dinner at a hotel in Santacruz, Mumbai. Gill and her friend Shobhit Thakur approached Shaw for selfies, which he obliged initially. However, when they insisted on more selfies, Shaw refused and asked them not to disturb him. This angered Gill and Thakur, who were asked to leave the hotel by the manager.

According to the complaint filed by Shaw’s friend Ashish Yadav, Gill and Thakur, along with six others, attacked Shaw’s car with baseball bats and smashed the windows. They also followed Yadav’s car and threatened to file false cases against them if they did not pay Rs 50,000. Yadav lodged a complaint with the Oshiwara police station and eight people, including Gill and Thakur, were arrested under various sections of the Indian Penal Code.

Gill, however, denied the allegations and claimed that Shaw had molested her at a pub in Andheri and that he was carrying a stick on the road. She also approached the court for registration of a molestation case against Shaw and his friend.

However, the police investigation found no merit in Gill’s allegation and told the court that she had made it up to extort money from Shaw. The police also recovered the baseball bat and cricket bat that were used in the attack.

The court granted bail to Gill and three others on Monday, February 20, 2023. The case is still pending in the court.

This is a big relief for Shaw, who has been on a break from competitive cricket after India’s home series against New Zealand in January 2023. He was recalled to the T20I team for the series but did not get a chance to play. He has been in excellent form in the domestic circuit and is expected to make a comeback soon.

Shaw is one of the most promising batsmen in India and has already scored a Test century on debut against West Indies in 2018. He has also played in ODIs and T20Is for India and has impressed with his aggressive style of batting.

We hope that this case does not affect his career or his mental health and that he continues to shine on the field. We also hope that justice is served to those who tried to tarnish his reputation and harass him.

What are your thoughts on this case? Do you think Prithvi Shaw was unfairly targeted by Sapna Gill? Let us know in the comments below. And don’t forget to follow us for more updates on cricket and other sports.

[cric-informer]

🏏 Cric Informer: Gautam Gambhir Files Defamation Suit of ₹2 Crores in Delhi High Court! 📜

📢 Former Indian cricketer Gautam Gambhir has recently taken legal action against a Punjab Kesari news outlet, Gautam Gambhir filing a defamation suit in the Delhi High Court. The suit demands compensation of ₹2 crores for the damage caused to Gambhir's reputation by the news outlet's false and defamatory statements.

📰 Cric Informer, a trusted cricket news platform, brings you the latest update on this ongoing legal battle. Gambhir, known for his exceptional batting skills and his contributions to Indian cricket, believes that the news outlet's false allegations have tarnished his hard-earned reputation.

⚖️ The defamation suit has been filed under Sections 499 and 500 of the Indian Penal Code, which pertains to defamation offenses. Gambhir's legal team asserts that the news outlet deliberately published false and defamatory information about him, which has caused immense mental anguish and harm to his personal and professional life.

💼 Gautam Gambhir, who has been actively involved in philanthropic work and social causes off the field, seeks justice through the legal system. The defamation suit aims to hold the news outlet accountable for their irresponsible reporting, sending a strong message that false allegations will not go unchallenged.

🔎 Cric Informer will closely monitor the developments in this case and provide you with timely updates. As Gambhir fights to protect his reputation and uphold the truth, cricket enthusiasts and supporters of fair journalism hope for a just resolution in the Delhi High Court.

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[hausofmamadas]

Ngl the second I saw your day1 character pick, I was like, “it was only a matter of time” and was also trying to figure out how this hadn’t happened yet at the same time? bc even though it’s just 2 of them, I sorta view Van Ness and Feistl as the like OG equivalent to the Smash And Grab Crew or at least the Sal and Walt and by that I mean haphazardly put together, ragtag duo of lovable but emotionally dysfunctional manchildren with too much time on their hands and no alternative outlets for their Tiny Feelings to look at this job and say …. Y’know. Maybe not? What if I just? didn’t? Maybe not just ruin my whole life over this jUsTiCe thing that doesn’t?? exist???Maybe therapy instead???? * …… crickets …….* no? Aight, just a suggestion

Anyway, I digress. I also lowkey do not have adequate words to describe how this fic made me feel particularly after this last watchalong of S3. Like before, I might've been all, "awwwwww how cute and sad and happy for them," but when I tell you I was clutching my chest for Jyeeeeezus by the end. And it's not that cracked of a ship, but I lowkey left this shit being like "uhhhhhh YES???? FUCK CANON BC DO WE KNOW HER??? DO WE SUPPLANT HER WITH OUR OWN REALITY???? IN THIS HERE HOUSE OF MAMADAS WE SURELY FUCKIN' DOKSKSK"

Bc straight out the gate, you're hitting me right in the eyes, forehead, heart, gut, you're taking a baseball bat to my gotdamn kneecaps like a regular Capodecina no way in fuck I spelled that right, it's fine sksksj with this: Under the yellow lights, and through the thick glass of the several drinks, he found that his partner looked older than he expected. Worn out, like an embassy vet. When exactly he'd lost that eager Boy Scout look, that look like a golden retriever about to pounce, Van Ness couldn't figure out.

OKAY FIRST OFFKSKSKS I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE TERM "EMBASSY VET" FOR THE NEXT 500 YRS AND NOTHING ELSE. Bc my goldfish memory can't hold any OGdetails for shit I blame Nmx so was this something they said in the show?? that you just put in there bc your eagle eye ear? caught a gem? or did you make that shit up???? Either way, the fact that it's something Van Ness thinks about regularly enough to have a name is like- I can't a[sdfj;qlejweveen idkwhyyyyy I find that so fucking funny. I think it's bc I'm just having visions of him getting to Bogota, walking through the halls of the embassy, taking in all the military personnel and capital-F, Feds in their suits bustling around with their papers, with their presumably haggard-ass faces and being like, "Jesus. Is this what tf are we in for? Cause if so, I need to up my skincare regime. Mfs straight lookin' like those before/after recovery pictures for ppl addicted to amphetamines." Like justasldkjfslkfj is he that catty bitch?? ...I mean, sí, obvio KEKW

God, moving on, and it's really gonna take a biblical amount of strength not to actually quote this whole-ass thing or go as hard as I normally do bc I only have so much finger strength and time to scream if I'm still trying to like eat and sleep and stuff scratch the sleep actually bc when really do I do that sksk but I wasfull hoooowowlwlling at Van Ness telling Feistl he reminds him of his ex wife, followed by just the most sincere outrage from Feistl like you know his Feelings were legit hurt. But bc you knew you had me where you wanted me aka wide open to this deadly offensive you had to go and just- ... they'd never had this argument before, not exactly, but it felt familiar in the way it felt dangerous.

LIKE FOR THE AL;SDFKJA;LS;DKJF;LQKWJE R;O;J LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, HOW IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU COME UPWITH SHIT LIKE THAT. *refers back to detective notepad, trying not to sob behind impossibly tiny reading glasses* You did it again. What did you do exactly? Well, according to my notes here, it's A Thing You Do that I've noticed where you put to words a common emotional experience that most ppl can relate to but that we don't necessarily have the right or a shared vocabulary for in the general zeitgeist, digital soup of the interwebs? And do it in the most succinct, poignant way possible, where I'm like- I know that exact teetering on the edge of an Actual Fight that will unlock deep and profound truths about you and the other person but you really don't wanna get into it rn, and I've thought about the experience before but only in teh sense that like the thought has bounced around nebulously in mind, but I havne't had the words to describe it. In my experience, it's usually it's a joke couched in Too Much Truth or that thing of like- how do I- okay, it's the one couple that shows up to like someone's engagement dinner and they take sarcastic little jabs at each other all night, to the point that you're like exchanging looks uncomfortably with your homies and when they leave, you all know for a fact they're having a screaming match in the car on the way home SKSKSKS

And then, there was this other devastating banger of a line: He almost missed that Feistl was speaking, only maybe by now it wasn't Feistl, it was Chris. He couldn't be sure, and he thought another aguardiente would've helped. It was probably Feistl. NOOLSKDFJA;LKJ OKAY bc ngl it took me a second to see that this was going in the slash direction bc I didn't fully read the masterlist kskss before copy/pasting the fics into my google doc to read like an Agatha Christie novel bc I am 80 and this was when it finally hit me that he's drunkenly trying to talk himself out of or into going home with Feistl in a don't-think-of-a-Purple-Elephant sorta way sksks and then it broke me apart bc I realized that it's basically the same as Dina saying "David" vs "Barron," or vice versa, him calling her "Dina" vs "Enedina," like the attempted maintenance of distance crumbling so spectacularly in a way that is almost measurable skskjd

And then, in closing, one last assault to really make sure I'm a full 6ft deep in my grave: Dark bar, hard liquor, he could've gotten away with it too—could've figured his way out of the conversation and fled on back to his shitty little apartment for the night. But it wasn't his shitty little apartment he wanted to fall asleep in.

what we do now

for day one of the narcos october challenge: create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before.

Victory lasted them a little while, until one night in some overpriced bar near the embassy, Van Ness looked at his glass and found it was empty.

“Damn,” he said. “I was just getting a taste for that.”

“Aguardiente?” said Feistl. 

Van Ness looked at him. Under the yellow lights, and through the thick glass of several drinks, he found that his partner looked older than he expected. Worn out, like an embassy vet. When exactly he’d lost that eager Boy Scout look, that look like a golden retriever about to pounce, Van Ness couldn’t figure out.

Feistl had undone the top button of his collared shirt and loosened his tie so the dark knot of it hung below the hollow of his throat. That was another thing Van Ness noticed.

“Hey,” said Feistl. “Earth to space cadet.”

It was no use protesting that his mind had been in the present. 

“You’re the one who dragged me here,” Van Ness said. The words came out of his mouth, bypassing his brain entirely. It occurred to him that he was drunk.

“Uh, no. I said I wanted to get arepas at the street stall Trujillo recommended, you said it was too far to walk.” Feistl chuckled, finished his beer, gestured at the bartender for another. 

“This fuckin’ guy,” he added fondly to nobody in particular. “Can’t hold his aguardiente for shit.”

Van Ness heard himself saying, “You remind me of my ex-wife.”

Feistl leaned back an inch, eyebrows shooting up comically, mouth sketching a willingness to smile just in case this turned out to be a joke. “The fuck, Dan?”

“I meant Colombia,” Van Ness said. “You’re the one who dragged me here.”

Feistl slumped his weight a little to the side, onto the elbow he had rested on the bar. Van Ness didn’t think for one minute that meant his partner was relaxing; he knew better.

“You’re the one who followed me here,” said Feistl, and they’d never had this argument before, not exactly, but it felt familiar in the way it felt dangerous. He felt his mouth go dry.

Then, magically, he got saved; Feistl’s eyes flicked over to catch something happening behind Van Ness’s back, and a mischievous smile touched his lips. “Oh shit. Pay up.”

Van Ness turned. In the back corner, Peña had just gotten up, followed by a tall brunette.

What do we do now? Van Ness had asked Peña only ten minutes ago, or maybe it had been Feistl, he couldn’t remember, it was funny how he couldn’t even remember, but anyways, Peña had said nothing. Just downed his drink, stood, and made his way to the back corner where a couple beautiful women were sitting at a table all to themselves.

Van Ness had bet that he’d go for the blonde, Feistl the brunette.

As they watched, Peña started making his way through the crowd, followed by the brunette, followed by—“You pay up,” Van Ness said—the blonde too.

At the door, Peña opened the door for the two women like a gentleman, returned Van Ness and Feistl’s little waves with a cool kid’s nod, and disappeared back into legend. 

Van Ness looked at Feistl, shrugged, and swapped five-dollar bills with him. 

“Guess that’s what you do now, huh,” said Feistl.

“Guess so.”

The two of them eyed each other, Feistl taking a swig of his new beer, Van Ness having nothing to do with himself at all but sit there, feeling unaccountably cheated. He had wanted things to go back to normal, and they had, and now he didn’t want normalcy anymore.

“You want another drink?” Feistl said. 

“No,” said Van Ness. It wasn’t at all what he said, but the way he said it, that made his partner’s expression get a little tireder, a little warmer. His brown eyes were wise; Van Ness missed the early days, when he thought the new rookie was stupid. 

He almost missed that Feistl was speaking, only maybe by now it wasn’t Feistl, it was Chris. He couldn’t be sure, and he thought another aguardiente would’ve helped. It was probably Feistl.

“Dan,” Feistl said. “Don’t.”

“It’s what we do now,” Van Ness said. He felt a little lightheaded.

“What’s what we do now?”

“What we want to do.”

Chris—it had to be Chris, by now—looked at him like he’d just pieced together a fresh, cartel-sized new lead, only a really fucking weird one, ‘cause whatever it was, it seemed to entrance him and amuse him and hurt him and piss him off all at once, and also, somehow, he was smiling. A small, forgotten kind of smile, but still noticeable. To Dan, at least, who noticed all his smiles.

Slowly, after a second, Chris said,“You do know that you don’t have to work a hundred hours of unpaid overtime and catch a cadre of internationally wanted drug lords just to have the thing you want, right? Please tell me you know that.”

“Sure, I know that. Everyone knows that,” said Van Ness “But I worked a hundred hours of unpaid overtime and I caught a cadre of internationally wanted drug lords, so I damn well better get what I want.”

He had aimed for sweeping and gruff and masculine on that last part, but ended up petulant; the difference was doubt. As always. It didn’t help that Chris had stopped smiling.

Chris said, “I wouldn’t want to drag you anywhere.”

He didn’t say it mean, but Dan flushed anyway. Dark bar, hard liquor, he could’ve gotten away with it, too—could’ve figured his way out of the conversation and fled on back to his shitty little apartment for the night. But it wasn’t his shitty little apartment he wanted to fall asleep in.

“I’ll follow you,” Dan said.

And he did.

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[ my narcos fic masterlist ]

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blame it on the alcohol? no, blame it on the @axreliono.

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Part 17

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

A/N: It is here! So sorry for the late update lovelies! I’ve been having really bad writers block lately and my job keeps switching my hours up so now my sleep schedule is all fucked up. And after writing this part I want to go stargazing so bad but the light pollution kind of sucks where I live. 🥲 Also this is my first time writing a steamy scene so I’m sorry if it’s awkward. Feedback is much appreciated and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. 😊

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appears at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, angst, some foreplay and making out

You had still been wrapped in Zemo’s arms, the two of you indulging in each other’s presence in a silence, which combined with the faint beating of his heart, you only found to be comforting. The meteors still swept by the earth’s atmosphere above you in flashes that lit up the sky, leaving behind trails of white that resembled the strokes of a brush, as if your mother Asteria had painted the celestial bodies using diamonds onto a canvas that was the night sky. You could only make out the few stars and constellations that were scarcely scattered across the vastness above you, caused by the light pollution that unfortunately managed to mantle the wonders and beauty that settled just beyond, separating humanity from the marvels of the universe. The stars flickered like the diminishing of the flame of a candle, a farewell to the billions of years lived by the remnants of those enormous spheres of hot plasma, thus leaving behind the birth of other stars to fulfill their legacy. However, there was a certain star that did not flicker like the ones around it, a certain spectacle distant in time and space that still managed to burn bright despite the innumerable amount of light-years that separated Earth from it. The remaining light of your planet Olympus. You stared at that particular star, your brows knit together and your face etched with this certain melancholy that one could not explain. How could one thing be so near, within the reach of your fingertips, and yet be entirely outside the capacity of reach.

“Draga.” You heard Zemo softly speak, his chest slightly wavering beneath your cheek from his words.

“Hm?”

“Something troubles you.”

“What makes you say that?” You stared off, your eyes still fixated to the fading existence of your world.

“Your eyes draga.” Zemo looked down at you, his eyes scanning over the troubled creases that masked your features. “I have seen this shadow in your eyes that has seemed to occupy them as of recently. What troubles you?”

“…………You see that star there, right between those two constellations?” You pointed above you.

“Mhm.” Zemo nodded as he followed the line of your finger, his eyes now focused on the same exact star yours have not yet left.

“That’s my planet………Olympus.”

“You’re welcome to tell me about it if you’d like.”

“Well, when I was little, I used to live with my mother in this quaint cottage by the sea, similar to the one I live in now with my daughter. She used to bring me out most nights for stargazing. She had built this outdoor platform with bedding and blankets and we would have a small fire going to keep us warm as we watched the stars and constellations while she told me different tales and epic poetries. As silly as it sounds, she would make shooting stars appear in the sky for me knowing how much I loved them. Gods, I wish you could’ve seen my home back in its days, back when everything still remained. Everything was so…..beautiful, and the skies, gods the skies, you could see the different planets and galaxies as if they were only miles away. To this day, I have yet to see anything in my travels that compares.”

“I would have loved to seen it Schatzi. Your mother sounded like a wonderful person.”

“She was the kindest soul I knew.” You turned your body so that you could look up at him, resting your chin on your hand.

“You miss her.”

“There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss my family and planet.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to them Schatzi. I wish you never went through what you did.”

“If only I could bring them back. I’d do anything to be able to just see them again.”

Zemo was silent, believing that no amount of words could have provided you comfort, no matter how deep the meaning or how significant. He could not imagine what you went through. He had lost his country and his family, and you had lost your family as well, but you lost your world, your entire race, leaving you to be the last remaining entity of your people, the last Olympian and the last Chthonian. Words could not bring your family back, just as they could not with his. So he only did what he was able, making a silent unspoken promise within the abyss of his damaged heart to be there for you as he held you closer to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

A sudden feeling of guilt crawled up your spine like a venomous scorpion ready to sink its stinger in your skin with means to cause nothing but pain and suffering. You felt guilty for being here, lying next to Zemo wrapped in his arms like a pair of star-crossed lovers from the pages of a novel. A part of you felt selfish for what you did, undeserving of the affection that was bestowed upon you from a man who had suffered enough from the loss of his family. How much longer did you think you could give in to your mindless emotions without a single thought of the consequences it might bring about. Did you really think you could go on as if nothing is happening? As if you can conceal your true form from him forever. No. You could not. You did not have the heart to keep such knowledge from him. If you wanted to pursue what you had with him, you would have to tell him the truth when the time came.

“We should probably get back before Sam and Bucky notice.” You mumbled, blinking back the tears, your heart aching to go back to the way things used to be, wishing you could leave all of this and just be able to go back home. You didn’t belong here on earth, an immortal amongst mortals. At least on Olympus, if your titaness form had been revealed, many would not have bat an eye. They had already seen the likes of Titans before and the locals had become accustomed to you. But here on earth, you were nothing but a stranger, a drifter.

The two of you walked back to his place in silence, the only sounds being the whistling of the wind, the chirping of crickets, the voices of the few pedestrians and the humming of the cars that drove by. Your hands brushed against each other, craving to intertwine your fingers with his as you walked down the stone paved streets lit by the lamps that lined it, the two of you still withdrawn despite what occurred between you both. You felt it would have been silly, holding his hand like a couple of teenagers, though a century ago, you wouldn’t have gave it a second thought.

You arrived at his place, standing at the bottom of the steps in front of the double doors with Zemo opposite you, illuminated by the street lamp that stood just behind. Feelings of conflict washed over you, drowning you in waves of despair. As much as you wanted to be with him, a small part in the back of your mind kept telling you that it was wrong. Neither of you wanted to go through those doors just yet, wishing you could have spent the night under the stars. But life seems to have a way of working against your favor. The Wakandans would be here to collect him possibly tomorrow, and you would have to bid him farewell, separated from each other for what could be forever. As much as you did not look forward to that moment in having to turn him in and never see him again, you wouldn’t stop the Wakandans from what they were promised. And though you hadn’t said a word, Zemo had already knew what your decisions were regarding it, and he could not blame you for it. You were a woman of justice and you followed a code, and he respected that.

“Zemo.” A frown appeared on your face.

“Please,” Zemo whispered to you as he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Call me Helmut.”

You looked at Zemo once more, a look of longing hidden behind your eyes as you unconsciously swiped your tongue across your mouth, watching how his eyes followed the movement before lingering on the wetness of your lips that resembled the petals of a rose after the pouring of cold rain in the midst of spring. Oh how he wished to be the drops of rain that were gifted the pleasure of grazing upon the velvety petals that belonged to such beauty of a flower, a symbol of union between the two domains in which the heavens came down to declare its love for the earth. A pulling sensation filled within your core, drawing yourself to Zemo as if he were the sweet berries of deadly nightshade that have lured many unfortunate souls. Banishing the thoughts of doubt that clouded your mind, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to you, crashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Zemo was initially shocked by your bold gesture and stiffened from the way your mouth moved against his, surprised you would pull something like this when just a wall away Sam and Bucky were awaiting your arrival, before loosing himself into your embrace.

Your fingers clenched the collar of his sweater and your fingers grazed across the exposed skin of his neck while his hands went to your waist in a desperate attempt, fumbling to grab at anything and bunching up the bottom fabric of your sweater as he pulled you against him. The tips of his fingers brushed against the skin of your waist that was exposed below the hem of your sweater, leaving behind goosebumps in its trail. You smiled into the kiss from the way he completely melted under your touch, a part of you amused from the affect you held over him as you managed to elicit a moan from deep within his throat. Zemo’s brows were furrowed in the passionate moment, something you have noticed when you first kissed him, a small crease in the muscles of his face that showed just how lost he was when encased in this moment with you, and it absolutely melted you. He was addicted from the warm numbness, the ecstasy he felt from kissing you. Your lips were like heroin to him, leaving him yearning for more, and it didn’t ameliorate the fact that his years spent in a German prison had left him somewhat inexperienced and filled with a chasmic longing for touch and intimacy from the lack thereof. Deep within him, masked by his ideas and objectives, Zemo wanted to be able to love someone again, a chance at a new life and a family, and perhaps, he saw that possibility with you. But, behind the passion of the kiss you shared with him, there was something else, a poison that laced your lips with feelings of despair and forbidding that consumed you as if you had tasted those sweet berries of nightshade, slowly loosing yourself to its malice. His lips which were at first warm to the touch, now felt cold like ice and sent shivers of dread through your veins, as if this would be the last kiss you shared with him.

You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, your teeth softly grazing against his bottom lip as you did so. Both of you were left breathless as you rested your foreheads against each other, panting as your breaths fanned each other’s face as if you had just been trapped in the depths of the ocean before breaking through the surface to allow oxygen to fill your lungs.

“If you keep doing that Draga.” Zemo rasped between breaths, “I won’t be able to compose myself.”

“Good. Maybe I don’t want you too.” You smirked before placing a playful kiss on the tip of his nose. “But I really should go back inside, and you should do the same. Just make sure you go unnoticed.” You slipped his coat off your shoulders, his cologne that lingered on his fur collar leaving your senses with discontent as you returned his coat to him before going over to the doors, stopping to turn back to him with a smile before stepping inside and closing the door behind you. Gods, what the hell did you do that for???? You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you wanted to slap yourself for pulling a move like that.

“Gods I’m stupid.” You muttered to yourself.

“Hey.” Bucky smiled once he spotted you, his voice soft as if he were afraid you would shatter at any moment from the discussion that took place earlier. “How was your walk?”

“It was nice, relaxing. I went to the park to stargaze.”

“That’s good. As long as you feel better.”

“I do, actually. Thanks Bucky.”

“You look flushed. You okay?” Sam noted as he stepped over to you.

“Huh?” You stopped short. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. I just had to kind of uh power walk back here so you guys wouldn’t get worried. But I’m fine, yeah. Anyways, I’m going to hit the sack since I’m feeling a bit tired. Goodnight you guys.” You waved them off before going to your assigned room, making Sam and Bucky give each other questioning looks before they both shrugged it off.

You shut the door behind you, letting out a breath of relief that they had not caught on to anything and praying that Zemo had managed to sneak in. You had just gotten off the phone with Maze and your daughter, catching up on their activities after cleaning yourself up and changing into your nightgown. You had pulled up a chair next to the window that was in your room, your feet tucked underneath you and a warm cup of rose and blackberry tea in your hands. Your robe hung loosely off your shoulders as your index finger twirled above the small silver spoon that swirled in your cup, mists of violet wrapping around the handle of the spoon as you used your powers to stir the contents of the tea. You stared out the window onto the old streets of Latvia before glancing down at the teacup that was nestled in your hands, the glow of your eyes reflected off the window pane along with the tiny stars that swirled through the small globe of your necklace your mother gave you. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the moments that passed and the ones that have yet to come.

There was a knock on your door, interrupting you from the thoughts that had resided in your mind. “Come in.” You spoke as you looked through the reflection of the window and saw a figure step in. “Zemo?” You stopped using your powers, the clinking of the spoon scraping against the sides of the porcelain cup coming to a stop. “You know, you gotta stop sneaking into my room.” You teased before frowning, seeing the expression that sat on his face. “What’s wrong?” You got up from the chair, setting your cup down on the table before walking over to him.

“The Wakandans will…….be here for me tomorrow.” His eyes were lowered to the floor, the browns of his irises which reminded you of the dunes of the Sahara desert were whirling in thought, resembling the dunes caught in the midst of the fury of a sandstorm, as if searching for an answer to his troubles.

“Ze-Helmut, I………” You sighed, your tongue and mind lacking the ability to compose any words that might have provided some solace. “I’m sorry………..I don’t know what to say.”

“Y/n, schatzi” Zemo grabbed your hand, tracing his thumb over the bumps of your knuckles. “You don’t have to say a word. My actions………must be accounted for.”

You were silent, your brows knit together and your lips sealed as if your voice was ripped from your throat. Your heart wanted to tear itself from your chest, begging to be released from its cage so that it could be free to lament, so that it may be able to express the words that held it captive. But your tongue was tied, held back between the prison that was your teeth as you clenched your jaw. Zemo’s hand still held yours, stroking the soft skin on the back of your hand which were a contrast to the small rough patches on your palm, before you heard him speak again. “Can I kiss you?”

You blinked at him, lips parted in surprise that he would even ask such a question when you were honestly willing to kiss him any time of the day. The Zemo you had come to know was far different than the one you had heard about, his cold demeanor seemed to completely fade when he was around you, like a fog that dissipated with the coming of daylight. A part of you pondered whether this was how he used to be, before the events that happened. Though he hadn’t had a chance to share such affection with anyone and lost practice, you still found him to be great kisser and it always managed to leave you breathless. “Yes, please.” You whispered, your voice barely audible before you felt his lips brush against yours. What was sweet at first became more feverish and filled with hunger as an unfamiliar spirit seemed to possess your body, darkening the amethysts and golds of your eyes that resembled the galaxies, into the blackness of the abyss that swallowed the outer edges of space where not even the slightest bit of light could reach, almost as if you were sinking your claws into your prey.

A heat pooled in the pit of your stomach, filling your body with an electrifying warmth as his mouth moved against yours more confidently this time, catching you utterly by surprise and leaving your knees weak, a feeling similar to the stillness in the air a mere second before lightning strikes the ground beneath your feet. His hands slipped down to grab the flesh of your waist, dehydrated, and filled with an intense thirst that could only be quenched by your body that was the ocean, your skin separated by the silk fabric of your nightgown. Your hands went up to grip his shoulders as a gasp escaped your lips upon feeling him move down to your jaw and neck. Gods, since when was the last time you were touched like that?

“Helmut.” You rasped, struggling to hold back a moan as his lips sucked on the skin where your collarbone met your neck, making you lean your head back to allow him better access. Your robe had fell to the floor, leaving your arms completely bare while Zemo’s hands caressed the skin that lined them before resting on the dorsal part of your upper arms, the combination of the frigid air and his fingertips that felt like the touch of fire sending shivers through your body. “What if they hear?”

“Let them.”

“No……….I’m…….serious.”

“Well if you’re that worried Draga.” Zemo stopped to look at you. “The walls are thick enough.”

Gods that completely sent you over the edge. It felt as if you were on a high, your mind was not even within this dimension as Zemo met your lips again. You had to throw your arms around his neck to keep yourself from collapsing as the two of you shifted in the room, Zemo guiding your body before the back of your knees came in contact with the side of your bed. You let yourself fall back into the soft mattress, bringing Zemo down with you. You both were a mess, your hair disarray, the thin straps of your nightgown fallen past your shoulders had almost left your breasts exposed, and the skirt of your nightgown had ridden up to your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Zemo squeezed at the soft flesh of your thigh before attacking your neck again. He didn’t know how to describe it but you tasted absolutely divine. Perhaps being a goddess made you taste of ambrosia; the golden, honey-flavored fruit that grew on the trees of Olympus. You were in absolute bliss and thanked the gods he wouldn’t be able to leave a mark, at least you hoped not.

“Helmut.” You moaned, your nails digging into his biceps as his warm lips made a trail down your collarbone and lower to where the lace trim of your nightgown met just above the curve of your breasts, lingering on the space between, filling your mind with thoughts of a certain region you desired those lips to be. “Fuck.” You hissed from the contact, your hand moving its way to his head as you ran your fingers through his soft hair, your nails raking across the back of his scalp as the heat between your thighs only grew. You unconsciously pressed your heel to the lower part of his back, beckoning him closer to that heat between your thighs as you bucked your hips up. Zemo growled at the movement, slightly nipping at the skin where your breast had started to form, causing you to gasp and your eyes to fly open from the sensation.

“Apologies draga.” You heard him mutter before tenderly kissing the spot where his teeth had been.

Seeing Zemo in a close proximity above you in such a position had you dazed, wanting him to take you right then and there and not caring if the others heard you or not. And as your eyes wandered lazily over the sight of him, they widened in horror once they glimpsed at the image of your hands. Your nails became sharp, claw-like, and that deathly color had returned once again, slowly making its way up your arm like the tendrils of a shadow belonging to a demonic spirit.

“Helmut.” You whispered, your voice becoming panicked as you loosened your grip on his arms, being careful not to pierce his skin. “Helmut wait.”

Zemo stopped, pushing himself up to meet your eyes as his concern grew from seeing the frightened look that filled them. “Schatzi, what’s wrong?” He brought his hand up to your face, brushing away the strands of your hair. “If you’re uncomfortable let me know.”

“No, gods no. If anything I don’t want you to stop.” You breathed out, trying to catch your breath. “It’s just that………….”

“What is it schatzi?” His voice was soft as his fingers caressed your cheek, afraid that he might have offended you in some way, afraid that he might have been too forward.

“I’m sorry Helmut. I want to, I really do, but not like this.” You shook your head as you got up, shifting over to where the dark shadows of the room fell on the bed to hide your arms, afraid to meet his eyes as if you had made a fool of yourself. “Not like this.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me y/n.” Zemo smiled at you. “If you’re not ready, than I’m not ready.”

“Thank you Helmut.” You smiled back before giving him a delicate kiss. “I’d………uh like to think some things through.” You prayed that he didn’t see your hands, hoping that the darkness of the room managed to disguise it.

“Of course draga.” Zemo placed a lingering kiss on your forehead before leaving your room, stopping at the door to give you a comforting smile as he carefully shut it behind him.

Your eyes still lingered on the door, waiting to make sure he didn’t come back before turning on the bedside lamp and staring down at your hands. You had managed to stop the color from spreading up your arm, yet it strangely still remained, stopping halfway up your forearm. This wasn’t good.

“What the hell?” You scrunched your nose, trying to use your powers once again to remove it but to no avail. Fear coursed through your veins as you attempted to remove the color, spell after spell, hoping those vine like tendrils would crawl back down your hands and disappear. You cursed under your breath as each attempt proved to be as futile as the one before. What the hell was going on? Why were your spells not working? It vanished before from your magic, why wasn’t it doing so now? You were struck with a sudden realization that perhaps this change would become permanent, that maybe suppressing your true form for all those years had caused it to spiral out of control and in turn try to overpower you as if it had a mind of its own. You growled through gritted teeth, the furniture around you shaking as your fists were clenched in frustration, the violet mists of your powers encompassing your hands and sparking with small bolts that corresponded with the vexation that overwhelmed you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the mist around your hands disappearing and the shaking of the furniture coming to a stop. You had to work something out. You were left no choice but to keep your hands covered from now on until you found a solution. If any of them questioned it, you had to have a damn good lie. Getting up from the bed, you walked over to the double doors that led to the small balcony and opened them, your hands gripping the cold iron rail as you stared out at the view of the Latvian streets and buildings before you. Oh how you wished your sister Athena were here. She knew everything.

“Oh Athena.” You stifled a sob as you stared up at the stars, focusing on the light of your planet as if she could have heard you, a tear cascading down your cheek and dropping to the streets below. “Gods I wish you were here. I really need your help.”

Despite your pleas, you knew she wasn’t there, her existence only an artifact of the past. You were praying to nothing but a memory. It was extremely urgent that you got information on this matter of your form and the words of the prophecy that still threatened and echoed within the depths of your mind. And since you couldn’t obtain such knowledge from another Olympian, you would have to gather it from the old texts. Muttering a few words in Ancient Greek, you waited, searching, until a small white moth came into view, fluttering in your direction. You held out your finger, letting the tiny creature come to rest upon it.

“Hello little one.” You smiled at the moth as you gently stroked it in greeting, bringing it closer to your face so that you could speak to it in your language. “Please send word to my familiar and tell him to gather as much information he can on Titans and the prophecy. And tell him to come find me when he is done. Thank you.” The moth looked at you with understanding behind his tiny black eyes, it’s antennaes twitching before fluttering away into the moon. You sighed, watching it disappear into the night before giving your distant planet one last glance before shutting the doors and going back over to the bed. You laid down under the covers, your hands rested on your stomach as you stared up at the ceiling, dreading the day to come. How could you face Zemo? And however were you going to keep your hands a secret? Surely the three are bound to find out sooner or later? You just prayed that the message you sent would be returned in a short time. You needed to fix this before it would be considered too late. And the sooner you found Karli the better. Your mind was racing with thoughts, but you closed your eyes, desperate to get some rest and forcing those thoughts away. Gods help you from this moment on.

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Precious boys, I’m sorry I’m such a messy colorer (is that a word? autocorrect won’t tell me)

Anyway, Garou is hot, so is Bad, season 2 did not do them justice and neither did I (Bads face looked so much better when it was a sketch DX)

(also, his bat looks more like a cricket bat now that I look at it)

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Kamen Rider Info and Ideas (Feel free to ignore)

As a huge fan of Kamen Rider, I always wondered about ways it could be expanded, and maybe not improved so much as become More. So, right now, I am gonna make a list of Kamen Rider Series, starting with Black and RX, and continuing all the way to the Reiwa Era! Everybody clap your hands!! *Cricket noises* Okay, here we go!

Kamen Rider Black, and its sequel, Black RX, details the journey of Kohtaro Minami, or Minami Kohtaro for those who prefer the traditional Japanese naming conventions, on his mission to defeat Gorgom, an ancient tribe/organization that has evolved into a cultic terrorist organization bent on world domination. While still holding to the Showa era’s tradition of having Cyborg Riders, Black and RX were the first in which, aside from Kamen Rider Amazon, the supernatural played a prominent part in the powers of the riders, as Kohtaro and his stepbrother Nobuhiko were the designated heirs to the leader of Gorgom, the Century King, and infused with the relics that contained his power, the Kingstones. Both Kohtaro and Nobuhiko were infused with the Kingstones, in the attempt to convert them into the Villains Black Sun and Shadow Moon, with only Kohtaro managing to escape.

One of the things that I felt could’ve been at least a little better in regards to the series was if Shadow Moon could regain his original self and rejoin the path of justice. It would’ve also been pretty cool if Shadow Moon gained his own upgraded form, which did actually happen in tie-in novels and manga, and if either or both of them gained the ability to unleash a final form that drew upon the power they wielded as the New Century Kings. Ah well, that’s what fanfiction is for!

Kamen Rider Kuuga details the battles of Yusuke Godai, the successor to the ancient warrior of justice, Riku, as the Kuuga. Kuuga’s powers are derived from Growth, allowing him to access a variety of forms and powers based on what he needs to grow into, and can be bolstered by mystical energy sources to ascend even further! Yusuke’s enemies are the Gurongi tribe, ancient monsters who abandoned their humanity to satisfy their love of death and conflict, and wished to have all of humanity become as dark and twisted as them, with the “honor” of being the Gurongi to start the process going to whichever of them managed to win their tournament, in which the Gurongi Tribal-members all battled to the death as a whole.

One of the things that bugged me a little, was that Kuuga never fully evolved all his forms, and that his true final form was even used in his series! I mean, seriously, what!? Once again, budget concerns limit the awesomeness of a series before it can bloom, sigh.

Kamen Rider Agito is the story of Shoichi Tsugami, a young amnesiac who belongs to an offshoot of the human race known as the Agito. Agitos possess incredible psychic powers and exist in a perpetual state of evolution, adapting to the changes in themselves and the world around them at an incredible rate.

My only real beef with this series was the limited number of forms Agito had as compared to Kuuga, and that one of the Extra Riders had the lazy name of Another Agito. You heard me right. All in all, not to bad, but a little frustrating.

Next up, Kamen Rider Ryuki, which also served as part of the inspiration for the list. Honestly, with how much I plan on covering JUST for Ryuki, I’ll probably leave this off after this and pick up more tomorrow. Ryuki is one of the first series in the franchise to fully exploit the nature of multiple riders, and basically invented the concept of Dark Riders, which I will also explain.

Ryuki involves the Rider War, a conflict taking place in the real world, and a parallel realm known as the Mirror World, populated by unfeeling monsters known as, you guessed it, Mirror Monsters, which must constantly kill when in our world in order to remain stable, or at least they are allegedly supposed to. The Rider War was a conflict set up by a man known as Shiro to revive his dead sister, under the guise of a tournament to the death for a reality-warping wish, which Shiro wanted for himself. The war brought together 13, yes you read that right, 13 Riders, all with variances in their styles and abilities. This selfish conflict is partially, if not entirely why I said that introduced Dark Riders properly to the franchise; Dark Riders are individuals who bear the same transformative powers of Kamen Riders, but instead of using them to fight against the wicked and monstrous, are instead put towards their own selfish ends, and none of them are the type of individual you wanna run into in a dark alley.

The Riders of Ryuki derived their power from two things, their Contract Monster, a Mirror Monster that they formed a bond with in order to exist without needing to bring about death, and an Advent Deck, a Deck of Cards that harnessed the power of the Mirror Monster it bonded to and allowed the Riders to survive in the Mirror Realm, which is inherently fatal for humans to be in. One of the key aspects of Advent Cards is how they work, each one draws and harnesses an aspect of the Contract Monster it is connected to, or wields a power specifically to fight other Advent Riders. Now, before I get to my thoughts and ideas, I am going to list each Rider from Ryuki, as well as the nature of their Advent Decks and fighting styles.

Shinji Kido: Kamen Rider Ryuki himself, and contracted to the fierce Dragon-Type Mirror Monster, Dragonredder. With a Dragon on his side, you’d expect him to be the powerhouse of the group, right? HAHAHAHAHA no. Shinji stumbled upon the Rider War by near-complete accident, and, being the nice guy he is, decided if he was going to be a part, he would protect the bystanders from the conflict and ensure as many of the Riders made it out alive as he could. Easier said than done. Out of all the Riders, Ryuki has the least straight-forward fighting style, not helped by his incredible clumsiness, with his deck emphasizing the ability to have as many options as possible; jack of all trades master of none, but better master of none than master of one.

Ren Akiyama: Kamen Rider Knight, and the contract holder of the Bat-Type Mirror Monster, Darkwing. He comes across as aloof, cold even, whose only in it for himself, but in truth he decided to enter the war to save the life of his ill fiance. Knight’s fighting style blends straight-up direct combat, and subterfuge based war tactics, with his deck emphasizing this by providing him with both weapons and special abilities that optimize getting the drop on his foes. Hmm... themed after a bat, a knight, and mixing close combat with dark and spooky tactics. Now where have I seen THAT before?

Masashi Shido: Kamen Rider Scissors, a Dark Rider, and the contractor of the Crab-Type Mirror Monster, Volcancer. A corrupt cop and detective, Scissors took bribes and cuts in illegal dealings, and used his Mirror Monster to liberally dispose of witnesses as he pleased. He ultimately died when his contract was destroyed and Volcancer turned on him. Despite his practices necessitating subterfuge, Scissors’ fighting style is rather extravagant, emulating that of a gladiator, with his deck providing cards that mix heavy combat with putting his enemy into an unfavorable situation to seal the deal, fitting for a backstabber.

Shuichi Kitaoka: Kamen Rider Zolga, one of the neutral and later heroic elements in the war, and the bearer of the contract for the Minotaur-Type Mirror Monster, Magnugigas, a colossal bio-mechanical behemoth. A shady lawyer with a lot of wealth, Zolga was diagnosed with fatal cancer, and desired to become immortal to continue living his lifestyle forever. While initially uncaring and selfish, he ultimately came to see the value in others, and lamented all the criminals that walked free due to his actions, hoping Ryuki would win. Cunning, intellegent, and crafty, Zolga’s fighting style favors both heavy defense and massive firepower, burying an enemy in a storm of blasts while he hunkers down, with his deck further emphasizing this with a bevy of long-distance combat cards and barriers.

Miyuki Tezuka: Kamen Rider Raia, a fortune-teller beyond compare, he enters the war to save lives and honor his deceased friend, and bears the contract of the Stingray-Type Mirror Monster, Evildiver. Raia’s fighting style places heavy importance on movement, offering cards that can offer him superior movement, and uses a whip as his principle weapon.

Jun Shibaura: Kamen Rider Gai, an utterly selfish and monstrous beast of a man, he wields the contract of the Rhino-Type Mirror Monster, Metalgelas. A prodigy of computers and gaming, Gai sees the death match that is the Rider War as nothing more than a game, and the fighters as players he can wipe out at his leisure. Gai’s fighting style is a straight up rush of overwhelming force, with his cards emphasizing interfering with his opponent’s options to force them to fight him directly and his brutal power of himself and his Contract Monster gives him an edge.

Takeshi Asakura: Kamen Rider Ouja, and the main Dark Rider of the series, holder of the contract for the Snake-Type Mirror Monster, Venosnaker. A sadistic monster to his core, Takeshi killed his own family as a child, and left a bloody trail in his wake for years, remorselessly cutting down anyone who falls in his path in his bloodlust. Despite his seemingly simple minded nature, Ouja is immensely cunning, favoring a sadistic fighting style that emphasizes causing as much pain to his enemy as he can before they die at his hands, and he is far from afraid to get his hands dirty. Ironically, Ouja has one of the weaker decks in the war, bearing limited options to fight with, Ouja thrives due to his sheer brutality, fighting ability, and utter ruthlessness. “Fun” fact, unlike the other Riders, Takeshi never realized that a wish was up for grabs, he was just having a good time! When he finally learned that the winner got a wish, he decided his wish would be to have ANOTHER Rider War, so he could kill another pack of warriors! Ouja’s deck does have two solid advantages over the other riders; Ouja possesses extra Contract Cards, meaning he can add other Mirror Monsters and their powers to his deck, ultimately deciding to save them to take the Mirror Monsters of the Riders he kills, with his other big trick his Unite Card, which allowed him to COMBINE his Mirror Monsters into the horrifying Chimera-Type Mirror Monster, Genocider (ain’t that a name).

Odin: Kamen Rider Odin, a Rider not designated Dark only due to the fact he doesn’t have enough of a mind to be one, and wielder of the Phoenix-Type Mirror Monster as his Contract, Goldphoenix. Odin is unusual, in that he is essentially a puppet, a brainwashed shell that acts as Shiro’s representative in the war that occupies whatever body Shiro gives the Contract to. Out of all the Riders, Odin has the greatest immediate strength, allowing him to overwhelm just about anything in ideal situations, and if things go wrong, Odin (along with Shiro) can REWIND TIME to reset the war until Shiro gets the outcome he wants, only giving up when he accepts that he won’t be able to bring his sister back.

Satoru Tojo: Kamen Rider Tiger, a man who wants to be a hero, and wields the power of the Tiger-Type Mirror Monster, Destwilder. Tiger is a broken individual, lacking a LOT of basic understanding in regards to people, he wavers between good and evil in his desire to be a hero due to his incomprehension of what it means to be heroic, ultimately becoming a hero when he selflessly sacrificed his life to save a father and son about to be hit by an oncoming truck, finally realizing what it truly meant to be a human in his last moments. A highly inexperienced fighter, Tiger often lost, which didn’t help his instability, forcing himself to rely on ambushes to win, his deck favored close-range melee and offered him support in the form of ice attacks.

Mitsuru Sano: Kamen Rider Imperer, a self-styled mercenary rider, and wielder of the multi-type contract allowing him to command the power of the Gazelle-Type Mirror Monsters, with Gigazelle serving as the leader of his horde. Imperer was raised to believe that wealth was what was most important in life, completely missing the fact that his idea to be a mercenary in the Rider War was impossible as all but one of the contestants must die for it to complete and you cannot quit either. After falling in love, Mitsuru seemed to be realizing that there is more to life than money, he tragically died before he could act on his new views, trapped in the Mirror World, reaching out to the image of his love, screaming in fear. Imperer’s fighting style makes use of boxing, and bum-rushing his enemies with his massive swarm of Contract Monsters.

And, because I am starting to grow tired and this is REALLY LONG, I am gonna finish this later today before I burn out.

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ENJOIN WHAT IS RIGHT AND FORBID WHAT IS WRONG.

امربالمعروفونہیعنالمنکر

AMR BIL-MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘AN-IL-MUNKAR, AND DO FULFILL YOUR COMMITMENTS.

In the year 1991, I was a student in London and saw a Pakistani student drinking alcohol. I told my class fellow that such and such person was drinking alcohol. He said I don’t care. So, I told him that when the next time he comes to your home drunk, you will care. 

When these corrupt politicians, whom my Late Father used to call RASCALS (British English as he worked with a English CME in Pakistan Railways), Qaum Farosh and Zameer Farosh قوم فروش اور ضمیر فروش were looting and robbing the poor people of Pakistan, depositing their wealth in foreign banks and building palaces in Europe, Middle East and the United States. Yoiu did not care so you see the result; they bankrupted your country., 

They keep coming back to our country from overseas, loot and rob more from the same helpless, honest, the needy, the poor and the simple people of so-called Islamic Republic of Pakistan, which by definition is neither Islamic nor Republic, unfortunately.

You cannot get your money or property because some other CROOKS in the courts and corrupt lawyers, they will not let you recover it as they are being paid very heavily by these RASCALS protect them from getting justice for you. It is as simple as that.

That is why they are afraid of Imran Khan. One of PDM minister said    on the TV, “if Imran Khan comes came back, he will hang them upside down”, because I am sure he will, In shaa Allah.

They always asked for a plain field to play but they never any game that way so far. They played cricket with their own umpires paid by them who always ruled in their favor so they won each game. The ground will be empty. The crowd will stay to watch and cheer Imran Khan playing his last ball and win the game by the Grace of Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala). He has a track record of winning the games of more than thirty (30) years.

The day Imran Khan is released, they will pick up their ball, bat and wickets and run away to their Nano in Londons, or their Iqamah and visa providers in Europe, Middle East and the United State, and work as labor or janitors because they don’t care. All they care is how to protect and preserve their money in the foreign banks and their properties in overseas countries.

That is why they want to keep him in jail as long as they can, so that he cannot play in a fair field and win the game. They have fabricated  more than 200 FAKE cases against him, which he has been fighting for more than a year. And has won most of them. He is going to win the last two also  He is a Mujahid of Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala) and His Last Prophet Muhammad (Sallallahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam).

Lastly Yet importantly, my dear brothers sand sisters in Pakistan, In appeal to your conscious to bet on a horse that can win any race and he is Imran Khan. There is no body in Pakistan, who has the credibility, education, experience, guts, patience, steadfastness and the spirit that Imran Khan has. He was declared As-Saadiq wa’d-al-Ameen and I think he is the only one in this whole world called that name after Prophet Muhammad (SallaAllahu ‘alaihi wa Sallam). 

Now is the time to support Imran Khan, get him released from the prison, and vote for him in the next election as your leader, chairman of PTI, and the future Prime Minister of a new and real Islamic Republic of Pakistan, In shaa Allah!

He may not be able ton get all your wealth and property because of heavy odds against him, but I I assure you the with the help of Allah (Subhanahu wa T’ala, his positive mental attitude, sincerity of purpose, and your full support, he will stop them making trips to London, loot, and rob you and then go back again to their Kafeels and Visa providers, In shaa Allah!

‘Imran Khan Zindah Baad, Pakistan Paa’indah Baad, Pakistan Taabindah Baad and Pakistan Zindah Baad, Ameen, till eternity, Ameen, Thumma Ameen, yaa Rabbil ‘aalameen

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FOLLOW THE ORDER OF AMR BIL MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘ANIL MUNKAR

Under the order Amr bil-Ma'roof and Nahi 'an-il-Munkar, it is my duty as a Muslim to advise all Muslim Brothers and Sisters to do GOOD and refrain from doing OTHERWISE.

The believing men and believing women are allies of one another. They enjoin what is right and forbid what is wrong and establish prayer and give Zakāh and obey Allah and His Messenger. Those - Allah will have mercy upon them. Indeed, Allah is Exalted in Might and Wise. NOBLE QUR’AN, CHAPTER (Surah a-Tawbah, 9, Verse (Ayah) 71

Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala says in the NOBLE QUR’AN, Chapter (Surah) al-Isra' Verse (Ayah) 34:

And do not approach the property of an orphan, except in the way that is the best, until he reaches maturity. And fulfill [every] commitment. Indeed, the commitment is ever [that about which one will be] questioned. NOBLE QUR'AN, 17:34

MY SHEIKH TOLD ME NOT TO MAKE A PROMISE, BUT IF YOU DO, PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU FULFILL YOUR PROMISE. 

THE CHOICE IS ENTIRELY YOURS, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

END OF THE STORY!