#unconsiousness

[shamaste]

Change, connection, wonder, strenght.

What is your 4 words?

[zakirnaikpersonal]

RAMADHAAN — A DATE WITH DR ZAKIR

Dr. Zakir: Unconsciousness per se if it’s for a short period while fasting does not break the fast. There is unanimous consensus amongst the Shuyukhs, amongst the Ulema that if he falls unconsciousness for a couple of hours or a few minutes during his time of fasting, it does not break the fast but if he is unconsciousness right from the beginning of Fajr, before dawn up to sunset then his fast is invalid. He’ll have to make up for his fast after the month of Ramadhaan.

[voidwhump]

Skyler was finally back at his desk. He’d been stuck outside all day, doing things. 

Doing things sucked. 

Anyway, the pendant was right here and it was time for a stronger spell. He scooted across the room to get the folder he had filled with diagrams for complex spells, hurriedly rifling in his eagerness to get started. Skyler propped the diagram against the wall and started drawing the circle out on his desk. After a few rounds of checking his circle against the diagram, Skyler deemed it good enough to not blow up in his face. These better circles always took him forever. Skyler’s magic was already in his hands as he placed them on the table. The outer circle lit up with light and Skyler watched the spell activate, the circle lighting up in layers, spiraling inwards faster and faster.

The spell’s effects hit him shortly after the pendant lit up. It stung, he didn’t remember it doing that. Spells like this weren’t supposed to hurt. Skyler pulled his hands back from the table and tried to drag his magic back. He didn’t like where this was going, it felt wrong. The light from the circle started to fade, and he started to relax. Then the glow flared and his magic was yanked. Skyler gasped and almost fell onto the table, a stream of wrong wrong wrong consuming his thoughts. He sank to the floor as agony ate through his skull.

Skyler groaned, shuddering as his eyes opened. He hated this feeling, he needed to move but he couldn’t. He squeezed his hand into a fist, trying to relieve some of the tension. It took a while, or what felt like a while, for him to regain enough movement to try to sit up. After some effort he managed to drag himself into a sitting position. Skyler leaned his head against the edge of his desk, letting his eyes drop closed again. His magic was almost missing. He’d never been this drained, not because he’d never overstepped his boundaries, but because you physically couldn’t drain yourself this much.

He should be trying to get himself into bed. Skyler forced his eyes back open, gazing across the small room that was now much too big. He’d thank himself later if he didn’t fall asleep on the floor. He already ached, felt twitchy, and he didn’t need screwed up neck muscles on top of that. His eyes dropped closed again. Maybe if he just took a nap he’d have enough energy to get across the room…

He woke up again, but this time to a much darker room. The sun must’ve set. Skyler didn’t bother to push himself off the floor this time. He’d just crawl over.

In a minute.

He caught himself dozing off a few seconds later, but woke himself back up enough to get over to to the bed. He rested, more comfortably now that he could lean against the bed, and then he dragged himself up, sinking into the mattress thoroughly exhausted.

He slept through most of the next day, occasionally waking to wrap himself tighter in blankets. He wasn’t cold, really, but having a cocoon felt nice. He half hoped that maybe someone would come check on him, maybe his employer at the town’s inn. No one did though, at least not when he was awake. Karen had decided to hang out with him on and off, placing herself next to his head where she could tug on his hair. She only started complaining as afternoon started becoming evening, and by then Skyler finally had enough energy to feed her.

Just getting himself to the backyard and back to bed again knocked him out late into the next morning.

@i-blame-my-love-of-whump-on-ryan @destielshipperkid @olidiavalree @muted-winchester @imagination1reality0 @adventuresofacreesty

[natsufatsu]

[audaciousnotes]

It was 7 o’clock in the morning.

It was Saturday, 8 o'clock in the evening, I finished my dinner followed by some household duties. The same morning I had received a mannequin in a bubble wrap for some work. It was around 11 in the night, I set an alarm for 7 a.m. and went to sleep with my cuddle doll.

It was 7 o'clock in the morning. My alarm rang and in a state of self-hypnosis, I snoozed it. I woke up hearing the knocking glass. I thought it was the window but there was no heavy wind. I realized it was from the mirror. I went close to the mirror and heard the popping of bubble wrap. Turning around wasn't an option but I looked back and found my cuddle sweety covered in that bubble wrap and popping each bubble. How could I switch on the already switched on lights! The mirror glass was knocked again. I looked to my left and to my right, down on the floor and up on the ceiling but it was the dresser which was calling me. I saw the grinning face of my cuddle doll through the mirror. As I started heading towards the mirror,  bubbles popped at my each step. I went closer and looked into the eye of my doll. It raised its hand, I raised mine. It asked me to lean towards it, I slowly leaned. I felt its presence and in my right ear, somebody whispered, "You're in deep sleep, honey. It's still 2 o'clock in the night". It was 7 o'clock in the morning. My alarm rang and in a state of self-hypnosis, I snoozed it.

[pxssagat]

dead dove comes back to life

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[that-hurts]

FFXV - Episode Ignis

“Iggy!  I thought you were a goner.” “It’ll take more than a little seawater.”

[that-hurts]

Magnificent Century (Muhteşem Yüzyıl) - 1x47, 1x48