but these photos slay me

Waaaaaaaait 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 This photo embodies how much fucks I don’t give to naysayers. To Islamaphobes. To people who like to comment on how I promote obesity and fat shame me regularly, saying I’d be much cuter if I was ‘smaller’. To the people who say I’m not Muslim enough. To the people who slide into my inbox saying how they wanna do lunch but wasn’t with me when I was down, out, and had no self-worth but now find me 'of value’ now that I got a little media play. To the people who told me that there was enough writers already and to get a 'real’ job. To the people who used to be my friends but went ghost because of their own insecurities. And to the folks that just plain don’t like me because I slay super easily. Heeeeeey 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾Photo: @remy_me Model: Leah Vernon Turban: @flossyssuitcase


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Required Readings

For @shannon5288 who slays me every time with her photo submissions♡

You opened the door to your apartment and leaned against the door, heaving out a sigh as you closed your eyes. You were exhausted––work was especially taxing today, and you’d been nursing a bad headache from the increasingly aggravating customers at the bakery.

You dropped your bag by the front door and slipped out of your shoes, stretching your arms up as you shuffled tiredly into the living room. When you passed the threshold, you couldn’t help but bite back a smile.

Gladio hadn’t noticed you come in. He was holding a beer, the bottle being dwarfed in his large hand, and a magazine was being held open with the other. He sat in the leather armchair that you’d bought together when he decided to move in, and you couldn’t help but stare at his bare torso. 

You cleared you throat to get his attention.

He looked up, his eyes softening when he saw you. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You went over to him and straddled his lap. Gladio shifted underneath you to allow you a little more space. He put the beer bottle down on the ground and slid his hand up the side of your thigh. He was about to put the magazine away too, but you snatched it out of his hand with a raised eyebrow.

“Sports Illustrated?”

“I read it for the articles,” he shrugged with a grin.

You nodded, pretending to be contemplative while flipping through the pages of bikini-clad women and sparse blocks of text. You turned to the page he’d been resting on, a blonde girl with barely any clothing on a beach, sultry eyes staring into the camera.

“So…this doesn’t do anything for you?”

Gladio cocked his head to the side with a look of exasperation marring his rugged features. “Stop.” He plucked the magazine from your hands and tossed it over his shoulder. It hit the ground and slid a few feet away.

“I’m just teasing,” you claimed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands rubbed along your thighs and settled on your ass.

“Yeah, well,” he leaned forward, pressing wet kisses to the base of your neck. Your eyes closed and you sighed, tilting your head to allow him more access. “You know you’re the only one for me.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, grinding down against him. He let out a growl and nipped your neck. “I can feel it, too.”

You let out a small shriek as Gladio suddenly scooped you up and stood. You clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist as he whispered things in your ear that made you blush so hard that you thought you might spontaneously combust. 

Gladio carried you to the bedroom as you claimed his lips with yours. And even though you’d come home from work entirely exhausted, you simply couldn’t deny the man you loved––not the first time, or the second, or the third.


I’m freaking out a little!
Take those hats off now, please.