CANADA HOW ARE YOU PRODUCING SUCH AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS ACTRESSES WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PUTTING IN YOUR DRINKING WATER
If you’re a Non-Muslim and you see a Muslim praying in public, could you please not pass in front of them?
Go behind them, but not in front. 👍
Oh, signal boost! I didn’t know this.
Okay, but also: if you see a Muslim praying in public and they have something in front of them, like a purse or a bag or something like that, you can pass in front of them, but pass in front of that object.
it’s called a sutrah, and it’s meant to act as a physical barrier between the person praying and someone who might happen to pass in front.
Also, if you did this and didn’t know, please don’t beat yourself up over it. Now you know! Muslims aren’t supposed to pass in front of Muslims praying, either, because prayer is communication with God and you don’t want to break that connection.
Spread culture, respect customs, be good people. Simple as that.
Didn’t know this.
Reblogging again
THE AMOUNTS OF REBLOGS THIS HAS JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY
S I G N A L B O O S T
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Similarly, if a Jew is saying the Shemonah Esrei prayer (whispered, moving only the mouth, standing facing east with legs together) don’t go in front unless there’s a barrier.
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Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.
But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her.
I can’t stop watching this.
Whoa.
Okay so this is true, but a tiny part of a wider truth.
Ginger Rogers was a FUCKING BADASS. Ignore for a sec the rampant sexism in Hollywood (they once bleached her hair blonde in wardrobe without telling her beforehand), the fact that she fought her whole career against typecasting and stereotyping from fellow actors (Katharine Hepburn famously said of the Astaire/Rogers partnership “she gave him sex. He gave her class” ) for starting out in musicals, and went on to have a career lasting over fifty years, winning a Best Actress Oscar (Kitty Foyle, 1940). But… JUST focusing on the Astaire movies…
Not only did she dance “backwards” in high heels, the dances were a task in themselves. Astaire was an absolute perfectionist and choreographed for himself, so as a younger, less experienced dancer Rogers came in at a disadvantage and worked her ass off to match him.
Then there’s the filming complications… these numbers were filmed in ONE TAKE. So one thing goes wrong and you have to start over. Maybe you make a mistake or maybe your dress flies up because…
Ginger had to contend with her wardrobe. Dancing in heels is the norm at this time, but dancing in a dress designed for cinema cameras… not so much. They were heavy, embellished, uncomfortable, restrictive and cumbersome and essentially a third member of the dance, strapped to the body of one partner.Not only did she have to dance and look good, she had to control the dress too!
Take this routine from Swing Time… (it gets going proper at 1:30ish)
This dress has weights, YES WEIGHTS, sewn in to the hem to make it fly out and create a visual effect. So it’s heavy, it hurts if it hits you, and your partner gets mad if it hits him. So you gotta control it.
Well it turns out all these factors on this set, this particular day aren’t going so well. So you’re doing take after take, here’s no labour laws, so at 4am after 18 hours you’re still going, even though part of the routine requires you to spin up those curved stairs with no rail at high speed….
Okay so now back to those high heels. In Ginger’s autobiography she vividly remembers this night as the night she bled though her shoes. They did so many takes, her feet blistered, bled, and the white satin high heels she was wearing finished he night pink because they were literally full of blood. And still they keep shooting. She keeps dancing.
The take they use in the film is the last. Early hours. Bloody feet. And she spins, acts and bosses out until that last second. Because she was that professional, talented and bloody minded. This is the last set of spins…
So I say once again. Ginger Rogers was a badass.
She did everything Fred Astaire did backwards, in high heels, wearing a 20 pound dress, exhausted, injured and standing in a pool of her own blood. And watching her perform, you would never know.
The only robin hood movie since 1993 thats worth anything is princess of thieves starring keira knightly and only bc we got to see her shoot a bunch of arrows and beat up a bunch of men whilst in full medieval butch top regalia
Tell me she doesnt look 100% ready and willing to ravage the beds of each maiden in nottingham before reluctantly leaving them at daybreak because she knows they deserve better than a life on the run in the shadows and she can never give them more than a pleasurable night that theyll dream about each time their inevitably disappointing husband cant make them orgasm
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Redemption and recovery may come at a steep cost, but the Rehearsal is over and it’s time for Bonnibel and Marceline to decide if the price is one they’re willing to pay.
Words: 151, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Musicology
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Chapter 3: Six Months, Eight Days, Fifteen Minutes…
“Are you ever planning on getting out of the car?” Gert bluntly asks, finally breaking the silence between her and Nico.
“Yes,” Nico huffs in response unable to pull her eyes off on the rustic wooden cabin through the windshield.
“This century?”
“Funny.”
Gert lets out a weighted sigh and runs her hand through her newly dyed purple hair. “Nico–”
“Don’t.” Nico glances over at Gert and for the briefest of moments, a hint of fear flashes across her face. She doesn’t need to say another word. Gert gets it.
A silence falls back over the two of them once again for another moment or two, then–
“All right. Well, I’m going in cause this is torture,” Gert exclaims with s sudden resolution. She starts to get out of the driver’s seat, but then stops and gives one last look in Nico’s direction. “There’s nothing to be scared of.”
“I know,” Nico quietly replies as she continues to stare through the windshield.
Gert gives a quick nod of her head. “See you inside.”
With that, the car door shuts and Nico finds herself alone for the first time in over two days.
The phone call had come out of the blue. An unknown number from Denver, Colorado. Gert had almost let it go to voicemail given the sheer strangeness of it, but a nagging feeling deep down inside of Nico told her that they needed to pick up.
That finally it was time.
And Nico had been right. The voice on the other end of the call had been Alex. He briefly filled them in that their plan had worked. Their parents had been apprehended by the FBI and the charges against the five of them had been dropped. Pride, at least for the time being, was something they didn’t have to worry about anymore.
But before Nico could ask think of asking any questions, Gert was demanding that Alex put Molly on the line and the call turned into an impromptu reunion of sorts that left everyone involved teary eyed and emotionally drained.
After the initial call, things seemed to move at a breakneck speed.
In a matter of hours, Gert and Nico had wrapped up all loose ends with their temporary lives in Portland, packed their belongings, and managed to find decent enough transportation, thanks to a neighbor who was willing to part with his prehistoric looking car. There had been no time to think, let alone process, what was to come.
But now…
Now it was all consuming.
Nico’s fingers mindlessly wander towards the threadbare bracelet on her wrist, twirling the string around… and around… and around again. She can’t seem for the life of her to will her legs to move.
So Nico simply sits and stares at the cabin, letting her thoughts run rampant.
Minutes pass by with no signs of movement whatsoever and, just when it seems like nothing will change, suddenly–
The cabin door slowly open and there she is.
“40…” Nico whispers under her breath as a faint smile spreads across her lips.
A matching, yet slightly more timid, smile crawls across Karolina’s face as she makes her way down the front steps and over towards the car.
Nico’s limbs spring in to actions even before her brain can fully process what’s transpiring. She scrambles to open the car door, fumbling with the handle as if it’s the most complex task in the world, and manages to just get herself out as Karolina closes in.
“Hi,” Nico exhales with nothing more than a whisper, unable to bring herself to fully meet Karolina’s sky blue eyes. She holds her breath, awaiting a similar response but instead—
Arms.
Warm, lengthy arms. They wrap themselves around Nico’s tiny frame and pull her inwards, into a practically bone-crushing hug.
And that’s all it takes for Nico to break. Tears fall freely from her eyes as she lets herself collapse against Karolina’s body. “I’m so sorry…”
Karolina simply wraps her arms even tighter around Nico, letting her bury her tear soaked face within her chest.
They stand like that for a moment or two, within each other’s arms and then–
“Lets go inside,” Karolina replies. She reaches out and ever so gently wipes the tears away from Nico’s cheeks with the pads of her thumbs and then offers up a timid but reassuring smile. “There’s something I want to show you.”
Nico gives a slight nod as she quickly regains her composure and mirrors Karolina’s smile. “Okay.”
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“Finally,” Karolina exhales with a sigh of pure relief. She closes the bedroom door and slumps against it, relishing in the silence for a moment. That was–”
“Intense,” Nico offers up as she takes a seat on the queen-sized bed. Her fingers dance along the frayed edges of the comforter, itching for a distaction – any distraction – from the given situation.
Upon first entering the cabin, Nico had been all but accosted by Molly, then followed close behind by Alex and lastly Chase. Each one offering up their own unique way expressing the last six months worth of emotions.
There were questions, mainly from Molly, and some swapping of anecdotal stories from their travels. Chase explained why he was now sporting a noticeable scar above his eyebrow and Gert filled everyone in their brief attempt at raising chickens.
But mainly, it was two long hours filled of brief glances and the occasional exchange of smiles as Nico couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away from the one person she wanted to talk to the most.
“Yeah. I didn’t think Molly would ever stop with the questions.” Karolina runs her hands through her short, messy locks as a timid smirk crawls across her lips. “I love her, but sometimes she just doesn’t know how to take a hint.”
“Yeah.” Nico continues to play with the frayed edges, unable to bring herself to fully look Karlonia in the eyes. It’s all just too much.
A moment or two of awkward silence passes and then–
“Is it new?” Karolina asks with a small nod of her head.
“Huh?”
“The jacket. Is it new?”
“Uh… Sorta?” Nico shifts a bit, tugging on the sleeves of her jacket in the process. “I’ve had it for a few months now.”
“I like it. It suits you.”
Nico feels her cheeks start to redden upon these words. “Thanks.”
“I actually like your whole look. Not that I didn’t like the way you looked before… I just mean… It’s just…”
“Your hair’s awesome,” Nico blurts out, interrupting Karolina’s rambles.
“Really?” Karolina reaches up and self consciously tucks a loose strand behind her ear. “You like it?”
Nico matches Karolina’s smile and gives her an ever so slight nod.
The awkward silences settles back in as Nico desperately struggles to find her words. There’s just so much she wants to say and yet, here in the moment, it all feels trivial. There’s simply no amount of apologies or explanations to make up for the split second decision she made all those months ago.
Karolina lets out a nervous breath of air and then makes her way across the room towards a half open suitcase. “Sorry for the mess. We only got here a few hours before you guys and kinda just crashed. Bit of a long drive from the panhandle.”
“You were in Florida?”
“Yeah. We found this small beach town only an hour outside of Tallahassee. At first we weren’t going to stay but then Chase managed to get a job at this local bar and–”
“Of course pretty boy would be a bartender,” Nico says with a shake of her head.
“I know. Kinda predictable, right?” Karolina digs through her suitcase, flinging clothes every which direction. “How about you? I heard Gert say you two were in Portland?”
“Yup. Portland freakin’ Oregon.”
“How was it?”
“Rainy and overcast.”
“So it was perfect for you then,” Karolina quips with the tiniest of smirks.
“I wouldn’t go that far. But, yeah, it wasn’t that bad.”
Karolina surfaces from her suitcase with a worn, leather bound journal in hand. She makes her way back over towards Nico and with the ever so slightest trepidation, offers it up to her.
“Kar, what is–” Nico asks as she carefully flips through the pages of the book.
“It’s for you. I started it the day after we left. There’s at least one entry for every day. Some are super short and stupid, but I–”
“190.”
“What?” A look of bewilderment sweeps across Karolina’s face as she tries to process the words that Nico has just said. “How did you…”
“I’ve been counting. Every moment since… Since the last time we–”
But Nico doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence. Karolina’s lips descend upon her own, conveying six months worth of mixed emotions in a singular kiss. It’s tender and yet laced with an underlying passion. A promise of what’s to come.
After a moment or two, Nico pulls out of the kiss and rests her forehead against Karolina’s. “I’ve missed you.”
“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” Karolina replies with a heavy exhale of breath.
“Kar, I’m so sorr–”
“Don’t. Okay? We’re together now. That’s all that matters.”
“Please.” Nico moves backwards, creating a bit more distance between the two of them. “I need to explain.”
Karolina simply sits herself down next to Nico and takes hold of her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she does. “Okay.”
“Do you remember the night before we split up? When I couldn’t sleep?”
“Yeah.”
“It turned out Chase couldn’t either. We stayed up til 4am that night talking.”
“You and Chase?”
Nico nods with a hint of a smile. “Took about half a bottle of whiskey but we finally discovered that we’ve got one thing in common.”
“What’s that?”
But Nico doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she finds her fingers once again making their way to the frayed bracelet around her wrist as she takes a deep breath or two. Then–
“That we both love someone so much that we’re willing to sacrifice our own happiness in order to keep them safe,” Nico quietly says with an underlying tremble to her voice. She closes her eyes, bracing for the inevitable anger and heartache that sure to come next.
The silence seems to all but engulf Nico, allowing for her anxiety to creep back in, taking over her every last thought and feeling. She skin crawls with anticipation as she fights the urge to say something more.
And just when Nico’s body begins to scream uncle, unable to withstand another second of the suffocating silence–
“I know.”
Nico’s eyes instantly pop open as a wave of shock crashes down upon her. Out of all the scenarios that she has played out time and time again in the depths of her guilt-ridden thoughts, this response has never occurred to her. “How…”
A warm, comforting smile slowly crosses Karolina’s lips as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ears. “Chase. He got shitfaced one night and it accidentally slipped out.”
“Of course,” Nico exhales with a slightly defeated shake of her head. “Pretty boy could never keep a secret.”
“Nope. But I’m glad he told me.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Karolina reaches out and ever so gently places her fingers under Nico’s chin, lifting it upwards so that their eyes finally meet. “And for the record… I love you too.”
And with the mere utterance of these words, six months worth of underlying fears and anxieties instantly melt away, leaving Nico with a sudden, newfound sense of security.
“Kar, I–”
“We’re done talking,” Karolina replies, cutting Nico off once again. “At least for tonight.”
Karolina scoots herself backwards further onto the bed, tugging Nico with her in the process. Their bodies naturally fall into place, limbs entwining with one another, like two long lost puzzle pieces.
Nico rests her head in the crook of Karolina’s neck and lets out a sigh of pure and utter content. “Okay.”
“Good.” Karolina relaxes herself even deeper into Nico, giving in to her exhaustion.
As Nico feels herself giving in as well to her own pending tiredness, a hint of smile slowly crawls across her lips. After what seems like an eternity, the waiting is over and there’s no more counting needed…
She’s finally home.
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Lena’s spell goes wrong, and she ends up with a penis. Fortunately, Kara is there to lend a helping hand. What are best friends for?
Words: 3640, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
