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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

not even risking that shit

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

Any curse, chain mail, whatever reblog or you’ll ____ post.

Has now been broken. Enjoy your day/night as a free/safe human being~

bless your soul

you beautiful perfect being

reblogging for anyone who gets anxiety for such things x

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These goddamn "heartfelt" stay at home commercials from big brands that act like it's been years genuinely make my skin crawl.

Upon 2 seconds of reflection I have come to understand that feeling is bloodlust.

simply hearing the line “in these uncertain times” awakens a deep and intense desire to go completely feral

This is Money Marge. Reblog for a miracle of finances to come to you

Because its marge and this kinda magick works 👉💥💥💥💥💥💰

no bro

you really don’t

not at fucking

all

stop

It appears absolutely no one realizes this character (assuming this story takes places during the time in which it was filmed) grew up during The Troubles of Northern Ireland.

You don’t if he’s Northern Irish. You don’t know if he’s Catholic. You don’t know if he grew up watching his people get murdered by Loyalist Protestants and British soldiers who carried heavy racial prejudice against Irish Catholics (hellooo, Bloody Sunday anyone?), who had for centuries been characterized as barbaric, racially inferior, lowly people who needed to be wiped out or converted. Attacks by the IRA, and therefore retaliation by the British, didn’t completely cease until 1998, I believe? This film came out in 2002.

You don’t know if he was an Irishman who grew up in England. Bomb attacks carried out by the IRA in England kindled misplaced aggression toward innocent Irish civilians living among the English population and Irish people were verbally and physically attacked and their businesses targeted. Perhaps similar to how ordinary Muslims bear the brunt of aggression after attacks by Muslim extremists…

You can still find yourself threatened and demeaned if you’re a Catholic in Northern Ireland or if you’re a Protestant in Ireland and some older dude in a pub in a smaller town straight up asks you if you’re Catholic or not and you’re afraid what’ll happen if you don’t lie about who you are.

You can still hear casual racism toward Irish people in everyday life and in publicly broadcast media in the UK.

You can still see and hear “Kill All Irish” and other pretty heavy anti-Irish sentiment among Loyalists in Northern Ireland who don’t consider themselves Irish at all.

Just because it now appears that the island of Ireland has been allowed to move on from war and their appearance and culture generally allows them to blend into and reap the benefits of the White European demographic doesn’t mean that this character does not have the background suitable to fully empathize with her. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t, we just don’t know his story.

But I guess you’ve never been demeaned as a Paddy or a Taig so you wouldn’t understand what it feels like, would you?

don’t worry dude it’s tumblr the mentality here is basically “if you’re lighter than a coconut you’re not allowed to have any feelings and your life is automatically perfect but that’s not racist at all bc your skin is lighter than someone else’s and that means it’s ok”

^^^^^^^^

not enough upward pointies in the world

plot twist: being Irish actually sucks, seriously

I normally don’t comment on posts like these but the ignorance of this makes me so fucking angry because absolutely no one in the world seems to give a shit about the Irish because we all just seem to be so happy and drunk all the time. Because they’re white, right? So obviously they have no idea what hardship means.

*bursts in* *breathes heavily* Did someone mention the Northern Irish Troubles

First of all, pretty much yes to everything about Ireland up there. Growing up in Northern Ireland, I saw the violence from all sides - my father is a British Protestant and my mother is a Catholic, so I basically couldn’t win because according to one side I was a dirty taig and according to the other I was a filthy hun. Luckily I managed to make friends with a mix of both Catholics and Protestants who all thought this attitude was just as stupid as I did, but between all of us, we saw our fair share of sectarian violence, and the Catholics, without a doubt, got it worse.

Irish Catholics were robbed of their country by Protestant invaders centuries ago. They fought and fought and eventually got the Irish Free State (now the Republic of Ireland), however, thanks to the deliberate plantation of Protestants to eradicate the Catholic majority in the North, it was left under British rule. Since then, Catholics have been murdered, arrested, terrorised, tortured and driven out of their houses just for being Irish Catholics. 

I moved from Northern Ireland in 2010 and to the day I left, the violence was not over. I couldn’t wear certain colours in certain areas because I would be beaten. I had fake names depending on where I was stopped, as attackers can determine what religion you are from your name alone (and this is a trick I learned, too, for defence). I can recite my rights if I’m arrested because if I was stopped in certain areas I could be, on the assumption I could be Catholic. I know the subtle sectarian geography of the city of Belfast because if I cross the road in the wrong place I’m in enemy territory. I have been chased by a group of forty people, throwing fireworks at me, because they assumed I was a Catholic. Police were parked on nearby streets and didn’t acknowledge the commotion. My friends and I walk past graffiti screamed “Kill All Taigs”. A fifteen year old boy who lived half an hour from me was beaten to death by a group of adults for being Catholic. For fifty years, people have been detained without trial, tortured, beaten and wrongly imprisoned just for being Catholic, because apparently, being Catholic means you must be in the IRA. 

Even now, I can’t escape it. I have a noticeable Northern Irish accent, which is stronger when I’m around people from there and is noticeable as a strong accent whenever I’m not in the country. At airports, I’m always the one stopped and frisked if they hear my accent. At ferry ports, it’s alway my car (which has Northern Irish registration plates) that’s “randomly selected” for a search. All of this just happened to me, a person who got off lightly.

If you think that Irish people haven’t faced oppression and abuse, you’re wrong. If you think that Northern Ireland is past its troubles, you’re wrong. It sickens me that this happens only a few hundred miles away from England and no one acknowledges it exists, because hey, they’re just some terrorist Catholics, right?

Contrary to popular belief, racism isn’t America centric. Just ask the Serbians and Croatians.

REBLOGGING FOR THE LAST ONE JFC THANK YOU.

Hell, ask Rwanda. Plot twist: ethnic genocide involving no white people at all!

Ask China about Japan. Ask Tibet about China. Ask Kuwait about Iraq. Ask Ukraine about Russia.

Xenophobia is not just the purview of white people. Any other can be an enemy. They can be the same colour. They can share a religion. They can live right next door right up until the moment the blade or gun or bomb is in your hand.

By the way, the woman who wrote and directed Bend it like Beckham? She’s a Brit of Indian descent. I’m fairly sure she knows what it’s like to be from an oppressed ethnic group in the UK, so when she writes a line about Asian and Irish people being treated similarly in British society, you better believe she knows what she’s talking about first hand.

Because newsflash, American forms of racism and ethnic prejudice are not universal.

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I love being immune to those reblog for good luck reblog to find money reblog or your mom dies don't play posts. My extremely powerful energy force field shields me from any outside extra sensory transmissions that I did not invite. However I still absorb the energies from the good luck and money posts, but I do not have to interact with them or even acknowledge them.

The reason the 11th house is so often overlooked, is because of how inntely free flowing it truly is. The abundance and expansiveness of the 11th house isn’t as harsh as the 10th where one must make ones own potential, and it’s not so blanketed as the 12th where everyone has met their enlightenment. The 11th house is truly the playground. Here is where true global connection, higher communion with one another, global fame, highest potentials met, friendships, networking and the entirety of humanity come into mind. The 11th house being associated with Aquarius, correlates with ‘The Star’ card in Tarot. I think the entire essence of that card fits the 11th house energies best. That of hope and wish fulfillment. Often, the 10th house is seen for fame, or the 9th or 5th house. But from my research the 11th house is what brings the most auspicious fame. This house is what I also call “the cradle in the sky” after an extremely exasperating and strenuous climb to the top of the 10th house ladder, the resting valley of the 11th house leads us to the beaches and streams leading to the cosmic ocean of the 12th house. Here we commune, holding candles and dancing toward the waters of eternity. Here is where all of our dreams, hopes and wishing stars dance and play. Sharing with each other our abundances and accomplishments. Friendship is key here, we are all brothers and sisters here. Enjoying each of our unique journeys and learning from them. The 11th house is where you can find your inspiration. Your truest wishes and all of them are fulfilled, shared and admired with the human kinship we all share. Remembering that not only does suffering bring us together (10th house) .. but our wishes and will to dream is what brings us here in the end,

wow i really felt a shiver run up my spine when i was reading this…might be cuz i’m listening to deuter’s “illumination” and the post + the music make up for a very touching combination but i’m legit crying a bit for some reason lol

might be my 11th house north node too - i really wanna get to this promised land you’re describing

The reason the 11th house is so often overlooked, is because of how inntely free flowing it truly is. The abundance and expansiveness of the 11th house isn’t as harsh as the 10th where one must make ones own potential, and it’s not so blanketed as the 12th where everyone has met their enlightenment. The 11th house is truly the playground. Here is where true global connection, higher communion with one another, global fame, highest potentials met, friendships, networking and the entirety of humanity come into mind. The 11th house being associated with Aquarius, correlates with ‘The Star’ card in Tarot. I think the entire essence of that card fits the 11th house energies best. That of hope and wish fulfillment. Often, the 10th house is seen for fame, or the 9th or 5th house. But from my research the 11th house is what brings the most auspicious fame. This house is what I also call “the cradle in the sky” after an extremely exasperating and strenuous climb to the top of the 10th house ladder, the resting valley of the 11th house leads us to the beaches and streams leading to the cosmic ocean of the 12th house. Here we commune, holding candles and dancing toward the waters of eternity. Here is where all of our dreams, hopes and wishing stars dance and play. Sharing with each other our abundances and accomplishments. Friendship is key here, we are all brothers and sisters here. Enjoying each of our unique journeys and learning from them. The 11th house is where you can find your inspiration. Your truest wishes and all of them are fulfilled, shared and admired with the human kinship we all share. Remembering that not only does suffering bring us together (10th house) .. but our wishes and will to dream is what brings us here in the end,

wow i really felt a shiver run up my spine when i was reading this…might be cuz i’m listening to deuter’s “illumination” and the post + the music make up for a very touching combination but i’m legit crying a bit for some reason lol

might be my 11th house north node too - i really wanna get to this promised land you’re describing

These are the most ethereal pictures I’ve taken

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find out which one of the guys i’ve dated you are.

Where tf my soulmate at, i need you bitch