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[reidfucker]

spencer and elle, sure... but have you considered... JJ and elle?

[inkdroplet-sivz]

J?

ellification. it could happen to you at any point

[bremont]

(via (7) Forty Rules of Love - Shams of Tabriz | Ellif Shafaq (Complete) - YouTube)

Forty Rules of Love - Shams of Tabriz | Ellif Shafaq (Complete)

[dualarvebuyuler]

Sevgilimle Barışma Duası Okunuşu

Sevdiğiniz kişiyle her zaman aranız iyi olmayabilir zaman zaman tatsız durumlar karşısında kalabiliyorsunuz. Her şey insan oğlu içindir. Başımıza gelen iyi veya kötü durumların da elbet bir sebebi ve nedenleri vardır. Küskünlük veya dargınlık olan kişiler arkadaş, eş, nişanlı ya da sevgili olabiliyor. Sebepli veya sebepsiz şekilde yaşanan kırgınlıkların giderilmesi için okunacak dualar veya yapılacak yöntemler vardır. Barışmak için yapılacak çok etkin dualara yer verilmiştir. Bazı insanlar ise sorunların çözümü hususunda bir takım tertip ve uygulamalar hazırlar. Bunların yapım şekli zamanı veya uygulama biçimi her insana göre farklı şekillerde hazırlanabilir. Aşk, sevgi ve muhabbet gibi güzel şeylerin yerini alması dargınlıkların ortadan kalkması amacıyla hazırlanacak güçlü tılsım yöntemleri de bulunmaktadır. Konuyla ilgili barışma duası yazılınca karşımıza ç��kan sonuçlar milyonlar olabilir. Gerçek anlamda okumayla olan dualar dışında dua ile de hazırlanan güçlü rahmani telkinler de bulunmaktadır. Örnek verecek olursak eğer; Celcelutiye duası eşler için biri tarafından okunabilir ya da eşlerden biri okuyabilir. Fettekullâhe ve aslihû zâte beynikum ve etîûllâhe ve resûlehû in kuntum mu’minîn(mu’minîne). (1) Anlamı: Artık Allah’a karşı takva sahipleri olun. Aranızdaki durumları düzeltin. Eğer müminlerdenseniz Allah’a ve Resulüne itaat edin. Bu ayeti kerime dargın eşlere okunup üflenmelidir. Allahhümme ellif beyne kulubina ve aslih zate beynina, vehdina sübüle’s-selami ve neccina mine’z-zulümati ile’n-nuri ve cennibne’l-fevahışe ma zahara minha ve ma betane. Ve barik lena fi esmaine ve ebsarina ve kulubina ve ezvacina ve zürriyatina. Ve tüb Aleyna inneke entet tevvabürrahiym. Vec alna şakirine liniamike müsnine biha aleyke kabiliyne leha ve etimmeha Aleyna. Eğer sizinde barışma duası veya dargınlık giderme duaları konusunda yardıma ihtiyacınız var ise durumunuzu doğru medyum hocaya anlatarak çözümü konusunda çalışmalar başlatabilirsiniz. Read the full article

[parasaincomamor]

Firma de demolição, vim pra derrubar a casa

[scarecrowbox]

Patrice Ellif, 1981

[byrdz-eyebrew]

I made my DnD character, Ari, a big tough sassy gorlfriend she eventually meets and her name is Ellif. Here, Ari got them caught in the rain and now their cuddled in a blankey for warmth.

[babylonartist-blog]

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me siga https://www.instagram.com/babylonartist/

[cuervoloomi]

Tonight Live en @elliferealrap Esta Noche En Vivo 8:00 Entrevistando al Entrevistador..😏 Nos Chekiamos esta Noche Mi Gente! #sponsered by 🙏🏾⚡️: @peretatts @p.s.o.m @smoke_signals_420_cuisine #ellife #rap #hiphop #urbano #detodounpoco #focus #itsfridayputos https://www.instagram.com/p/CFZsKUHgwTg/?igshid=dciugorogtn9

[theellipelli]

the ellification of zagreus

[indigowallbreaker]

Tagged by @warcats-cat​ to see how many of my stuffed animal friends I can hold as once! Here we have:

- Eevee “Furdie” and tiny shiny Raichu

- Kirby and Bluey

-Sylvain pillow (courtesy of cosumosu but sadly not available rn) and Leonie

- Banana Cat, Ellifant the Elephant, Giraffes 1 and 2

- Topsie Turvy (the bear in the shirt on the right) and Pooh Bear (you can see his foot under Topsie)

- John the Hedgehog and West the Moose

- Sandy (dog over shoulders; this counts) and Crookshanks the white cat (in there somewhere I promise)

For a grand total of 16! Wish I could’ve shown off my big Pooh Bear but logistics got in the way lol I tag anyone else who has an armload or more of stuffies! <3

[xeroerroreverex]

Smart Circle says Doctor OD John Ellif ran a Prostitution Ring out of Sterling, Colorado

[efrmellifer]

FFxivWrite ‘20, Twenty

Prompt: Choose Your Own (Gravid), post-Shadowbringers (spoiler-free), 858 words

Etien kicked off the blanket draped over her lap, suddenly a little too warm, and called out a soft “Aymeric?”

He looked up. “Yes, dearest?”

“You remember our discussions about having a family, right?”

He did his best to keep a neutral expression as he responded. “Yes…?”

“I was thinking,” she began, playing with her knitting more than working on it, “should… are we— how would— is there something we ought to be doing, to go about that?”

Aymeric almost stifled his laugh, though it came out still in a puff of air into his teacup. “Are you asking if we should be adopting?”

“I suppose?” Etien’s ears started to lay back, dipping as she started to look embarrassed. Her tail was lifting restlessly beside her.

As he watched her fluster blossoming, formulating his answer, all he could think was Fury, she was getting worked up.

“A long time ago, I had thought about it,” he admitted. “Before—long before you. I had given up on…” he trailed off. “Illegitimate children can only get so far in society. I suppose I had thought that I’d used up all my fuel making the journey to the position I held.”

“Weren’t putting much stock in the dream of love and marriage?” Etien asked, slowly working through one stitch of her knitting, then another.

“Something akin to that, yes.”

Etien snorted. “Me neither, back then. Right before I started adventuring.”

“Decided your love was for mankind, not men?”

“That’s the size of it.”

“Well, I certainly am glad that we discovered a reality better than the dream.”

Now Etien smiled, looking up from the yarn. “So, so much better.”

Aymeric let out a heavy breath. “But that doesn’t answer your question. We could; with my being adopted, maybe it would be the right thing if we did. Is it that you want to, or that you’re worried what people will think?”

Etien’s ears had flattened again, though less dramatically. “I’m not sure.” She sighed. “I want to help them. I don’t know if I’m equipped to.”

“Well, all children are unique cases,” Aymeric mused.

“Yes, but children I birthed wouldn’t have spent any number of their years in a land locked to outsiders, resenting residents of the Pillars for the high houses being careless about what soil their seed was planted in.” She sighed heavily. “Look, I’m too sensitive about having had snow thrown at me when I was looking for Hilda.”

“They threw snow at you?”

Etien shook her head, eyes closing. “Yes. But that doesn’t matter.”

“It matters,” Aymeric murmured.

They were both quiet for some time, listening to the faint sounds of people passing by, watching the sunlight on the floor.

“I know you hold no grudge against them, Etien,” Aymeric finally said. “It can still have hurt, and can still have affected you.” He got up from where he’d been sitting, settling down again next to her. “It can have opened old scars. I would not resent you for admitting so. I’m only sorry it happened.”

Etien leaned against him. “Thank you. I know why they did it. I was marked by House Fortemps, a foreign agent poking around and prying with a high house’s bell around my neck. I would have been upset with me, too, given the history.”

“In any event,” he said softly, “concupiscient as my bloodline is now, with one generation of vow-breaking and the following of patricide, I don’t think it need be broken. Thordan VII and Ellifer Nuhn would give only blood. We can offer our children better—a home in an Ishgard that grows up with them and parents that… do better than ours did. With no offense, of course, to the late Borels.”

“Nor any to my mother,” Etien said with a giggle.

“No matter how we come by our children, they will be brought into a wide, varied, and loving family—House Fortemps, all of it; the Scions, if you like; Estinien; Raubahn for a great-uncle; and us, their mother and father.”

Etien bit her lip. “And maybe it would be good to have mixed children up in the Pillars? More than simply Hyur-Elezen, I mean, if any are here. I’m the only Miqo’te for malms.”

She said it with amusement, but Aymeric could sense the tinge of loneliness coloring her voice and hiding in her eyes.

“I think that would be incredible,” Aymeric told her, voice nearing a whisper now. “I’ve daydreamed for a long as I’ve loved you—a long time, as you know—of holding our firstborn. I always imagine they have your eyes.”

As she moved closer to Aymeric, Etien laid a hand on her stomach, as if there were already a swelling there. “If they looked like you, they would be beautiful.”

He kissed her forehead. “They already would be if they were a spitting image of their mother.”

Etien sighed. “I will want to do some work in the Brume helping people out, though. They deserve every opportunity our kits will have.”

“And they shall have them,” Aymeric promised. They could all be prosperous and joyful, he would make sure of it.

[insubordinate-arc]

Letters

“Hey, hey, Corr, what we got?”

Shinies, Buckets, and ARCs alike gathered around the recently dropped off supplies as they came in, crowding Corr, the quartermaster as he shouldered his way past the crowd.

There were at least some people who appreciated the Republic military, and, on occasion, the fighting people of the GAR and the Republic Navy would get a few care packages smuggled their way by individuals in Logistics that enjoyed bribes and the appreciation of Clone Troopers.

Corr, despite being the same age as the rest of them, had the bearing of a crotchety old Vet who was beyond done with everyone’s shit, and gave a dissatisfied scowl at all of the Grunts who were filling up his nice and orderly storehouse.

“Got a few non-regulation crates.” He grunted, cringing at the cheer that rang through the room in response. “You know the drill, I get my share of the goods.”

Twenty minutes later, the storehouse was littered with lounging off-duty clones, doing the things that all fighting men do when their commanding Jedi is away. That is, loitering, consuming illicit alcohol, and making jokes so crude they would make General Tanos Montrals turn black.

“Anything good?” A tobacc-chewing shiny chirped at Nox, who was flipping through a stack of letters that had been in the last box. The commander snorted, tossing the stack onto the table he was leaning on.

“No, Ric.” He sighed in an exaggerated gloom, pushing off the table. “No adoring letters from cute Zabrak girls, I’m sorry to say.”

Ric flushed and muttered something incoherent, very quickly replacing his helmet as Ram picked up the stack, the most boisterous of Nox’s brothers blowing out a sigh as he flipped through them.

“It’s all letters from school kids and other such bantha-shite. Heh, listen to this one.” He cleared his throat, holding the letter close to his face.

“Dear Mister Navy-man, -Navy? I’m kriffin’ offended at that- , my name is Ellif, -weird name- , and I’m ten years old. I think you are very brave for standing up to the Droids, but I think it would be better if you didn’t have to fight. I think peace is better, and I hope you win so you can come home soon.”

A silence fell over the room at that, and Nox and Ram exchanged a look, as did many of the other clones. What would happen when they won? They didn’t have homes to return to, or any idea what even to do with peace, did they?

The silence was short lived, as Ruus, another of the ARC brothers, chuckled and spoke up.

“Sounds like some hippie-dippy, dads-never-held-a-blaster kind of kid to me, brothers!”

A small wave of amusement swept through the gathered troopers, and, seeing the break in the solemness, Ram kept up his brothers momentum.

“I think I’ve got a decent response to that. Dear Ellif,” he began, standing to walk around the room. “Thank you for your nice letter, but I am actually a Clone Trooper, who was born to kill, whereas you seem to have mistaken me for some kind of wine-sipping Seppie softshoe.”

The amused chuckling was louder now, some clone in the crowd throwing out a ‘hoo-ah!’ As Ram continued.”

“Although peace probably appeals to tree hugging nerfherders like you and your parents, I happen to be a deathdealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up every day hoping to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations. Peace sucks a pair of hairy shebs, Elly,”

Ram turned to the gathered clones, who were now leaning forward to hear the rest of the improvised routine.

“War,” Ram concluded, “Is the fierfeking answer.”

[parasaincomamor]

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