A black muslim trans lesbian has no inherent value over a white christian cishet man. If you think she does, that’s a good indication that you don’t even see people as individuals anymore. White supremacists believe the exact same thing you do, only reversed. Neither of you are correct.

Collectivism is bigotry.

A perfect day

Paring: James Conrad x reader

Warnings: none, just some fluff ;)

Summary: You see James playing with your children, and you realise how lucky you are

Note: I’m trying to make up for Stay Alive, so here is some fluff! And I didn’t really have a name for this fic so yeah 

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

You were standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dinner, when you heard your children laughing in the garden. You sat the food on the table, and walked out to the garden.

James was playing with your son and daughter. He was a perfect father. Loving, caring, just everything a father should be. He had your 3 year old daughter in his arms, and lifted her up and down, as if she was flying. Her laughter filled you with joy. Your 5 year old son was playing with a truck in the grass, laughing at his sister. If it wasn’t because of the food going cold, you would’ve stayed there and watched them. You loved you little family so much. Even though it wasn’t perfect. The kids loved their father, even though he travelled a lot, but they enjoyed every moment with him.

“Dinner is ready.” You shouted. They all looked at you, smiling so happily.

“Get in there.” James said and let go of them. They ran past you and into the kitchen.

James got up from the grass and walked towards you. He wrapped his arms around you, and hugged you so tightly. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck. He breathed into your hair, and you swore that he almost cried.

“I love you (Y/N). I love you so much.” He whispered. You chuckled at his words, smiling wider than you thought was possible.

“We should get back to the kids.” You said. James let go of you, but not for long. He lifted you in his arms, bride style, and walked into the kitchen where he sat you down again.

Days like these were what you lived for.






  • ly: love you
  • ily: i love you
  • wiawcwcohtwltlatlwttmawfwtbatstnwjoaytminofawptstnwiti: What if a white child with cancer only had 3 weeks left to live and their last wish to the make a wish foundation was to be able to say the N word just once. Are you telling me its not okay for a white person to say the N word in that instance?