#ellific

[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 çıkan sonuçlar milyonlar olabilir. Gerçek anlamda okumayla olan dualar d��şında 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.

[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

[babylonartist-blog]

piramide perdida 

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

[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]

Festival histórico, fala

[ellibeans-blog]

Change of Heart, Chapter 5

The newest update to my Aleks/Reader fic, Change of Heart. Enjoy!

Chapters– Wattpad: 1, 2, 3 ,4 Ao3: 1, 2, 3 , 4

Knock-knock.

...

Knock-knock-knock.

...

"(Y/N)?"

You awake, back in your bed at the hotel. You feel disoriented and stare toward your door, narrowing your eyes at the sound of your own name. The knocking continues.

"(Y/N)...? It's me, uh, it's Aleks... Hello?"

Aleks...?

You sit straight up, eyes wide open as you scramble off of the bed. How could you have fallen asleep?! Nearly tripping over your own feet, you make your way to the door and open it up to see him, hand raised and in the position to knock again. He seems a little stunned at how fast you'd pulled the door open, but he offers an awkward smile, a bag in his opposite hand.

"Uh.. Hey, did I interrupt something?"

"Oh-- No, no," You assure him, stepping aside so he can come in. "I fell asleep." You shut the door behind him and wander past him, back to your bed so you can retrieve your phone. When you check the time, you realize you've only been asleep for about fifteen minutes. Waking up had felt like you'd napped for thirty years. You sigh and run a hand through your hair, but ultimately smile to Aleks.

"You can, like, sit anywhere you want." "Oh. Sure, yeah."

He does as you say, taking the couch placed right night to the hotel window. While you smooth your hair, you take full notice of the bag and tilt your head. When you're about to ask about it, he cuts you off.

"I know that we kinda got out apologies done and shit and maybe you don't wanna talk about it anymore, but, I brought some shit over just in case. I still felt kinda bad."

You nod, gesturing toward the bag as if silently asking him to tell you what he's brought. He does, pulling a bottle of whiskey from the bag. Your face must betray your confusion, as you find panic in his not a moment later. You can almost feel the change in the atmosphere, and you can almost see the nervous sweat begin to pour off of him.

"--I mean, I know whisky isn't everybody's preference but I read it's a good apology.. gift.. thing. Shit, I don't know, I just figured it'd be a good idea. I guess it's fuckin' stupid though, I don't even know if you drink." "I mean, I do, but I can't remember ever having whisky that looked so... Expensive."

And the bottle really does look like something out of a movie, sleek and black with bold white print that boasts its distillery in Scotland and the company's establishment in 1798. You could imagine it sitting beautifully on some bar counter in a commercial on TV, the ones where the skit was narrated by a deep and sultry voice. Promises of warmth and spice, among imagery that somehow made sense when it came to the taste of the liquor.

You're lost in the bottle's design, too lost to notice Aleks has addressed you again.

"Huh?" You suddenly snap out of it, noticing that he's taken to staring at you, probably in wait for your response.

"I said, is it okay? It's cool if it's not, I probably should've asked, but I wanted it to be a surprise." "No, I mean, yeah, it's fine, and it's fine that you just brought it. I'll try it, I appreciate that you wanted to patch things up this bad."

That's when you step closer, cautiously reaching forward for the bottle. He hands it to you with no problem and you hold it as if it were your firstborn. For some reason, as you turn it over in your hands, you feel like it has to be handled with the utmost care. Again, you address the price.

"This really looks expensive, Aleks, how much was it?" "It doesn't matter, uh, there's cups in here, right? I kinda blanked on getting glasses." "Yeah, hold on."

You place the whiskey back into his hands and head over to the counter where the coffee maker sits. Beside it is a stack of Styrofoam cups, not the classiest thing you've ever drank out of, but considering the dishware is lacking and you're not going to buy glasses for the occasion, they'll have to do. You slip two off of the stack and bring them over, and when you sit down beside Aleks he's already opened the bottle. You watch him, almost blankly as he pours each cup only partway full. You keep replaying the passing time in your head, in disbelief that you're really here, with Aleks, about to drink. Not even your dreams had prepared you for such a moment.

You reach for one of the cups, but Aleks palms the back of your hand, stopping you mid-reach.

"Hold on, (Y/N). I got one more thing."

You can only wonder what that may be, but you withdraw your hand and rest it in your lap, waiting patiently as he picks up the same bag from before. You'd thought it empty, the way he had balled it up and set it on the floor, but he proves you wrong immediately as he seems to unwrap it from around something. A moment later, he's pulled chocolates out of your bag. This pleases you, as you're a big fan of chocolate ( then again, who isn't? ). He seems to relax at the look on your face this time, and he hands them over.

"Here. When you were passed out earlier I heard you mention something about chocolate. Maybe you were having a stupid fever dream, but I had a hunch." "Wow... That's... Embarrassing. I mean, thank you though. I appreciate this a lot. It feels like it's almost too much for what happened."

You laugh a little, but toy with the chocolates as you say so. If you didn't know better, you would swear that this was him flirting with you. But, you do know better, and you remind yourself this is his apology, not an attempt to woo you. Regardless, you look up to him and smile, but glance toward the cups that sit in front of the both of you on the folding snack table Aleks had tugged over in front of the couch. He chuckles and nods to you, allowing you to finally pick the cup up.

What follows is an evening you had not expected. While you had been exhausted from the day's events, the stress seems to melt away as time goes on. You talk, drink, laugh, and have an overall nice time with him. It only ends when you hazily realize that Aleks has gotten drunk - far too drunk to drive back. The only option you have is to offer your bed, and he agrees, the both of of you falling into bed after cleaning things up... As best as you could, anyway.

Despite being tired, you lie awake together, continuing your conversation until you doze off, half wrapped up in the sheets and, without either of you realizing, tucked away in his arms.