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One of the most satisfying things about witnessing Harry’s success is knowing that he’s a genuinely good person. Like we’ve seen time and time again how lovely and kind and humble he is, and how no matter how huge he gets he appreciates every positive thing that comes his way. For as long as he’s been in the public eye, he seems to have always understood the transcience of fame and commercial success and so has never taken any of the overwhelming support for him for granted. Even a few days ago when he was doing one of his radio interviews, he kept thanking the host for playing his song and having him on the show, and the interviewer let out a chuckle like ‘are you kidding me???’ and said “No, thank YOU.” Because he’s Harry’s Styles so of course being interviewed and praised should be something that he’s pretty used to by now. But after all these years, Harry still makes sure to stay kind and grateful and thoughtful about how he interacts with people around him and what he puts back into the world. Like there is something so wonderful about knowing that Harry is both tremendously talented and fiercely good-natured and that he’s someone you can just root for wholeheartedly. In case it isn’t clear, I’m so proud of him and I’m so proud to support him in any way I can because he is loving and deserving and so much the kind of person I aspire to be someday.

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Dear Merlin, I am telling you now, because I’m afraid that it might be too late one day if I don’t: This was the most fun I’ve ever had. You’re next to me in my life. You’re the best person in the world, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Please remember me, even when I’m not there anymore one day to pick on you, and laugh at you, and call you names. You said I made you feel special. Well, you are special. And I would spend centuries with you if I could. I fear that the universe would rip in half if we went further apart than this, but I don’t think we have a choice. It’s not fair, but none of it ever was. Whatever the future holds, though, I don’t want you to change. I want you to always be you. Let’s make it the best life we can. Love, Arthur. 

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

I love you (And the Other 100 Ways of Saying It.)

Prompt: I love you (And the other 100 ways of saying it.)

It’s Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter Eight Year in Hogwarts. The new blooming friendship has started since the very next day after Voldemort died. Harry has visited the Manor to give Malfoy his wand back. They forgave each other. They let go. They moved on. Rebuilding Hogwarts for four months is also a good way to build a friendship, you know? Once school started, they have been quite close, closer than expected because apparently Hermione and Ron don’t come back. Somehow The Hogwarts Express has been awfully late.

1.      The next compartment is empty, but you’re alone. “You mind sharing a compartment? The rest is already full.”

2.      “Happy belated birthday, Potter.” Puts a small gift on his lap.

3.      It’s awfully late, I bet you haven’t eaten anything. “Stop staring, Potter, it’s rude. Here, I’m full anyway.”

4.      Idiot, stop kicking your blanket to the floor, it’s cold. Put the blanket in place and cast a sticking charm over it.

5.      “Here’s your trunk.”

6.      Cast a warming charm for the whole carriage. “What? The thestrals must be cold too.”

7.      “Welcome home.”

8.      Nonchalantly sit beside Harry in the Great Hall.

9.      Put two treacle tarts on Harry’s plate. “What? You like them.”

10. “Goodnight, Potter.”

11.  “Morning, Potter.”

12.  Slides a cup of coffee towards Harry.

13.  “Don’t forget your Charm books.”

14.  “See you later.”

15.  “How’s the day?”

16.  “Stop hogging the food, Potter.” Eat slowly, you git, you’ll get a stomachache.

17.  Casually put two glasses of water on their bedside drawer.

18.  Put an apple beside Harry’s breakfast. “You’ll die early with your diet.”

19.  Our first class is potion, will you be okay after Severus’ death? “You’re helpless, Potter. Sit back and observe, maybe you’ll learn something by being my partner.”

20.  Slap Harry’s hand away. “Idiot. Clean your hands.”

21.  “Remember, 7 times clockwise, Potter.” It will be dangerous if you stir only 6 times.

22.  “Finally, a decent result.” It’s a really good result, but let’s not feed your ego.

23.  You look extremely tired. “Stop being unmotivated git. Long day?”

24. “Don’t forget to work on your charm essay.”

25.  Smiles softly when he has finished his homework only to find Harry’s asleep on the sofa.

26.  Take off Harry’s glasses and fix his blanket.

27.  Check Harry’s charm essay and gives some pointers on wrong statements.

28.  Levitates Harry and tucks him in bed. Essay and glasses neatly put in their bedside drawer.

29.  “Wake up, Potter. Finish your essay.”

30.  “Your mood puts me in a bad mood, Potter. See you in DADA.” Cheer up, you git.

31.  “Fancy a duel?”

32.  “Impressive, Potter.”

33.  “That’s your best shot? Aim better.” Stop channeling your power without precision.

34.  “Focus, Potter. I could kill you.” Fuck you, Potter, that’s a fucking lethal curse. Thank Merlin you move.

35.  Grinning with twinkle in his eyes. “Nice duel.”

36.  I would love to see that expression on your face everyday. Don’t lose it.

37.  “Knackered?”

38.  “It’s Friday tomorrow, fancy a seeker match?”

39.  Your nightmares are getting worse.

40.  “You wish you’re the better seeker.” Whatever, of course you are better.

41.  “Nice game, Potter.”

42.  “We’ll crash the library tomorrow, Potter.” Your homework are piling, stop procrastinating, you git.

43.  Pointing the answer on the book. Rolls eyes exasperatedly.

44.  “Potter, accompany me tomorrow in the Room of Requirement?”

45.  “I’m brewing a potion. You’re here to distract me from sleeping.”

46.   You need this as much as I do, you git, that’s why you’re here. “Stop whining, Potter.”

47.  “Of course, you’ll sleep eventually.” Transfiguring the chair into something more comfortable.

48. ‘Modification of Dreamless sleep that doesn’t give you an addiction. Your nightmares are getting worse. –DM’

49.  “You are welcome, Potter.”

50.  Your nightmares are not getting any better. Are you okay? “Do the dreamless sleep at faulty?”

51.  Then why do you keep having nightmares?! “You’re still having nightmares.”

52.  “I’m so sorry, Potter. For all it’s worth, it didn’t fair.” I’m sorry. I hope they’re happy and proud wherever they are right now.

53. ‘Happy Halloween, Potter.’ Put a bag of Honeydukes sweets on the edge of Harry’s bed.

54.  “Happy Thanksgiving, Potter.” Put a large piece of Turkey meet on Harry’s dinner plate.

55.  “Look, it is finally snowing. First snow this year.”

56.  Throw a snow ball on Harry’s back.

57.  Have a happy snowballs fight.

58.  “Happy Christmas, Harry.” Put a Christmas present on Harry’s lap before leaving to the Manor.

59.  Put the charmed snow globe from Harry on the bedside drawer in the Manor. Thank you, it’s pretty. Mother and I’s miniatures look happy, playing in the snow.

60.  ‘Happy new year, Harry. May this year be good to you. –DM’

61.  “Stop slopping around, NEWT is just around the corner.”

62.  “Come on, I’ll help you with Potion.”

63.  “You don’t work hard enough.” Come on, Potter, you need to be better than this if you want to be an Auror.

64.  “Have you decided on your future career?”

65.  You’re one of the few who don’t think it’s an impossible job for me. Thank you.  Smiles softly.

66. “Do you ever think of applying to be a DADA teacher here? Or being recruited into a Quidditch league?” I just need you to know there are other options that will give you less stress.

67.  Well whatever your future job is, Harry Potter, please be safe and happy.

68.  “Stay away from dragon scale, it will trigger an explosion on your calming draught.” Stop being an idiot please, you could actually lose your life.

69.  “Good luck on your NEWTs.”

70.  “Potter, tomorrow is Charm, not Transfiguration.”

71.  “Here, have some.” Slide a box of Narcissa chocolates for Harry.

72.  “She’ll love that.” Yes, she also has been asking about you. I believe your visit would be good for Mother. Thank you.

73. “Ready for Potion? Relax, you’ll do well.”

74.  “How’s potion? Don’t tell me you blow anything.” Please remember potions can be lethal sometimes.

75.  “Remarkable, Potter.”

76.  “Cheer up, tomorrow is the last day.”

77.  “Thank Merlin and Salazar, it’s all done! How are you holding up, Potter?”

78.  “Can’t sleep either?”

79.  “Fancy a night stroll?”

80.  Rolls eyes swiftly and casually fixes the scarf on Harry’s neck.

81.  “You see that star? That is the reason Mother named me Draco.” Maybe you’ll remember the star, and you’ll remember me each time you look at the sky.

82.  “You’re a good company, Harry.” It’s nice being like this with you.

83.  Thank you for deciding in befriending me that day, you give me a new purpose to keep fighting. “Thank you.”

84.  For saving me again and again, from Voldemort, from the Fiendfire, from my own demons. For giving me a common sense to keep living. For offering your hand in friendship that day after the war. For trusting in my ability to become a Potion Master.  “Just for everything and anything, really.”

85.  You really are beautiful under the moonlight.

86.  “What do you think will happen after Hogwarts?” Would we still be like this? Could we? Is it ridiculous for hoping?

87.  “You really believe that?” Because I want that to happen too, for us to not stop being friends, maybe even more?

88.  Yeah, I like that very much. “Okay.”

89.  “Don’t forget your spare glasses, Potter.”

90.  “Seriously, you need to stop procrastinating and panicking on the last second.” Seriously, you don’t forget anything, just lock your trunk.

91.  “Tomorrow would be very different, wouldn’t it?” I’m afraid to go back to the real world. Are you?

92.  It might just be our last day meeting each other. “Accompany me to Hogsmead?”

93.  “Fancy a butterbeer? Come on, drinks on me.”

94.  “You what?” God, it must be a dream, right?

95.  “You’re being serious right now?” Cause if you’re not, I’ll saw off your balls and ship it to America right now, Harry Potter. If you’re joking, you’re a dead man.

96.  “Okay then, I would like that very much.”

97.  “Sleep fine?” You sleep as peaceful as a baby, I almost stop the train so that the bumpy ride doesn’t wake you up.

98.  “Mother said she will pick us up.” You sure want to visit Mother? It doesn’t have to be today, you know.

99.  “Mother, you remember Harry Potter? Harry, Mother. Mother, my boyfriend.” You git, stop smiling like you need to impress someone. You have a life debt toward Mother, just act normal. Salazar, help me, this is embarrassing,

100.  Marry me. “Scared, Potter?”

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Bonus:

101.  “You wish.” Fuck you, I’ll be damned if I’m scared. I love you, you git.

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This whole storyline that started this season about Cam and Arastoo adopting has seriously warmed my heart, but in all honesty, the one thing that gets me about the whole thing is that at the end of the day, Cam went to Brennan of all people to discuss about their adoption plans (you can tell from her ‘you ready to tell them?’ remark earlier that Brennan knew about Cam and Arastoo’s plans all along - and it brings back memories of all those years ago, when Cam first started working at the Jeffersonian and both Brennan and Cam clashed so much, and it was that one conversation in the diner about Brennan being a foster child which led them to working out a plan to function better as a team and colleagues, and all that has led up to this moment now. That she can now confide in Brennan, and Brennan in turn, was there to offer her the advice and support required, is what makes this entire scene even better for me. Because it shows just how far these two have come after all these years, from colleagues who couldn’t get along, to becoming dear friends. And in all honesty, that is all I could have ever asked for with these two. ❤️

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11.25.15. 

3/100 days of productivity | came to local coffee shop at 8am, and it is currently 4pm :^) although I was working for pretty much the entire time, I am still struggling heavily with this task…tbh all I want to do is sleep cries but I have another hour before I have to leave so !!!fighting!!!

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”I started thinking that main characters are not only in dramas or movies. In reality, there are people who live like main characters, and some who live as supporting characters. Those kinds of thoughts….but now I have this thought. Maybe it was me who decided I was a supporting character. Giving up so easily by letting life dictate your path, wasn’t it me who turned off the spotlight shining down on me? If you don’t turn off the spotlight, and don’t give up on your dream, then maybe, something that’s even more fairy tale-like than a fairy tale might happen. The first love that was thought to never come true, comes true. Or a childhood dream which had been pushed aside in your distant memory comes true. Miracle-like things can really happen.”

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Can I request Viktor with a stomach bug? (Viktuuri) thank you!! 💕💕💕

thank you so much for sending these asks in, i’m glad that i finally got around to filling them!!!  sorry it took so long, i hope it was worth the wait!!!

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below

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Despite having been entirely unproductive even after retching for the past half hour, Viktor’s head was still in the toilet when he heard Yuuri’s knock on the bathroom door.

“Viktor?”

An overwhelming nausea forced the older man into yet another dry heave before he was able to respond.  “Ah,” Viktor swallowed thickly, putting everything he had into resisting the sick feeling in his gut.  Unfortunately, nothing he did seemed to have any impact, so he reluctantly cleared his throat and continued speaking.  “Sorry, Yuuri, do you need the restroom?  I’ll be - huuurk! - out in just a minute!”

With that, Viktor’s stomach lurched and back into the porcelain bowl went his head.  He wasn’t sure how he would manage to vacate the bathroom in this state, but if Yuuri needed him to, he would figure something out.  As he coughed and wiped spit from his lips, he could hear Yuuri moving around just outside the door.

“I can hear you heaving all the way from the bedroom,” Yuuri said quietly.  Viktor’s heart ached.

“Oh,” Viktor whispered, a wet cough interrupting him briefly, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”  Yuuri sounded confused, which was adorable; Viktor could picture him, leaning against the bathroom door with his face scrunched in the most endearing way.  The thought alone was enough to leave Viktor yearning for the younger man to be by his side, but he couldn’t possibly ask that of him.

“Why are you sorry?”  Yuuri murmured, almost as if to himself.

“I didn’t want to - urk! - bother you,” Viktor explained, feeling guilty because a large part of him wanted the exact opposite.  “Did I wake you up?”

“I couldn’t sleep anyway,” Yuuri murmured.  Viktor imagined him running a hand through his hair, sweaty from tossing and turning.  The sound of Yuuri’s shaky sigh was loud enough to reach Viktor’s ears through the closed door.  “Viktor, can you let me in?  You sound miserable.”

“I’m - urp! - okay,” Viktor tried to argue, though he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself, with a belch puncturing his argument.  Not to mention his energy level had hit rock bottom, so every word he spoke came out dry and monotone.

“Vitya.  Don’t lie to me,” Yuuri’s voice hardened.

“I-“  Viktor wanted to tell Yuuri.  He really, truly did.  Unfortunately, his mouth didn’t seem to agree, and if he listened closely enough to it, he could tell that something in his heart resisted as well.  He let out a long belch-turned-retch before speaking again in a hollow tone.  “I’ll be fine.  Go back to bed, Yuuri.”

When Viktor heard Yuuri’s footsteps walking away, he knew he had no right to feel upset or disappointed or lonely; Yuuri was only doing as Viktor had instructed.  And yet, regret coursed through him as he continued to heave fruitlessly into the toilet.  He wanted Yuuri to stay.  Stay close to me, he thought.  It had been a mantra in his head since the moment he’d met the younger skater, and yet he’d gone and pushed him away.

Useless.

Cold.

Unworthy.

Caustic.

Dangerous.

Broken.

Contagious.

The words spun around in Viktor’s dizzy head.  His stomach contents continued to slosh uneasily inside of him, but Viktor had all but given up on getting anything out, so he laid his head on the toilet seat and focusing on quelling the nausea.

He must have dozed off, because he woke with a start.

“Viktor?”

Yuuri was at the door again.  Viktor had no idea how much time had passed, but apparently not enough for the bug to pass.  The nausea was, incredibly, worse than ever, and he couldn’t repress a harsh heave.

“Viktor, I’m sorry to do this but I’m coming in.”

The door was locked, Viktor had made sure of that when he’d first started feeling ill.  Amazingly, that didn’t seem to phase Yuuri at all.  He entered the bathroom moments later with tea - and a paperclip.

“Did you - huuuurgh! - just pick - hiccurrup!”  Viktor coughed violently, forgetting to finish his sentence in favor of focusing on his struggle to breathe.

“Picked the lock,” Yuuri murmured, but he was clearly distracted, staring at the sick man.  Viktor flinched.

“Yuuri, don’t - huuuurp! - look.”  His throat was tight.  Yuuri ignored this demand and brushed a hand through Viktor’s sweaty hair, shooting him a fierce look.

“No one’s judging you right now, Vitya, not when you’re sick,” Yuuri said firmly, raising an eyebrow as if daring Viktor to object.  “Now.  Let me help you.”

Viktor frowned, and his mouth ran ahead of him, “Thought you - hurgh! - went to bed?”

Yuuri shook his head.  “I made you something - some tea.”

“I’ll puke, Yuuri.”

“That’s-”  Yuuri faltered a bit before forging on in a pained voice.  “That’s kind of the point, love.  It will make you feel better, and then you can rest.”  He handed Viktor a mug of tea, and the older man inspected it slowly.  Its scent was familiar, a Russian brand that Yuuri must have dug up in one of Viktor’s cabinets.  He hadn’t drunk it in years, but it was a comforting smell, in a way.  Not to mention, Yuuri was right, and Viktor did want to empty his stomach.  Still, he hesitated.

“You should go,” Viktor said quietly, staring bleakly into the mug.

Yuuri glared at him, and though Viktor would admit it was adorable, it wasn’t enough to make him reconsider.

“I don’t - urp! - want you to see me like this, Yuuri.”  Viktor’s voice - and in fact his whole body - shook as he spoke.  Shook from fever, from nausea, and from being torn between his desire for comfort and… fear?  “Please,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“No,” Yuuri said, softly, firmly.  He gently brushed Viktor’s sweaty bangs away from where they clung to his face, frowned when the older man flinched.  “Vitya, I love you.  I won’t leave you alone when you’re this sick.”

As if on cue, Viktor started heaving again.  He really couldn’t stop.  Tears sprung to his eyes as it became hard to breathe.  “Yuuri-“  He gasped.  “Please-“

Yuuri looked conflicted.  “Will you drink the tea if I leave?”

Viktor nodded, tears streaking his face.  Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of the older man’s head, hesitated a moment longer, and then stood.

“Shout if you need me, love.”

Viktor nodded again, and Yuuri left.  A whimper escaped Viktor’s lips, and he raised the mug to them, then drank.

The effect was immediate.

Vomit, thick and heavy, came hurtling up Viktor’s throat, splashing into the toilet in a projectile stream.  He tried to catch his breath, but only ended up chocking on another stream of sick as it evacuated his body through both his mouth and nose.

“Yuuri.”  It was hardly a shout.  More of a desperate breath that just happened to take the shape of a name.  But in a metaphorical sense, it truly was a call for help, and somehow, Yuuri heard it.

He’s hands were on Viktor’s bare back in a moment, kneading out the knots in the sick man’s shoulders, cooling his feverish skin as his muscles continued to clench and unclench.  Viktor threw up again and again, and he felt like he was drowning.

“Vitya.”  Yuuri’s voice grounded him.  Yuuri’s hands grounded him.  Yuuri was Viktor’s lifeline, and the older man sobbed as the younger spoke his name.  “Vitya, don’t cry.”

Viktor couldn’t respond for a minute or two, still preoccupied with puking up his guts and unable to stop.  When he did get a chance to speak, his voice was raw and vulnerable.

“Don’t leave me,” he cried.  “Don’t leave.”

“Oh,” Yuuri breathed.  “Sweetie, no.  I couldn’t- I wouldn’t!  I would never leave you.”

Yuuri hugged Viktor’s trembling body even as he lurched over the toilet, watery stomach contents splashing into it once again.

“Vitya, I love you.  No matter what.”

Viktor shuddered, nausea making it hard to breathe even when he had a break from vomiting.

“Even if,” he coughed wetly.  “I’m sick and gross and weak?”  Viktor belched, and the action turned into a heave that brought up another mouthful of sick.

“Sick, yes.  Gross and weak?”  Yuuri pressed a kiss to Viktor’s sweaty temple.  “Never, Vitya, never.  And even then-“

He paused as Viktor retched, waited until Viktor managed to force up a meager amount of stomach acid before speaking again.

“Even then, love, it’s not that easy to get rid of me.”  Yuuri smiled when Viktor glanced at him.  “Not when I’m in love.”

Finally, Viktor relaxed into Yuuri’s arms, crying softly as the younger man showered him with love and kisses.  Eventually, Viktor sniffled and cleared his throat.

“Stay with me?”

Yuuri’s smile warmed Viktor’s chest in a way he’d never known he needed.

“Always,” Yuuri whispered.

Sometimes it’s hard to explain to people how I simultaneously love girls so freaking much but also have internalized lesbophobia that makes it harder for me to view myself in a loving and committed relationships with a woman because of society’s fetishization of lesbians and wlw to the point where being with a girl just feels like I’m part of some kink to get straight men off

Parasite

Okay here we go again, another Sunday Ficnic for the Voltron discord. Although it’s not exactly supernatural whoops 😬 I’m super open for prompts or a chat any time!

Lance gets sick and Keith thinks he’s just being inconsiderate and lazy until he passes out in Red during training. Warning for persons with emetophobia because there is some icky vomit.

Enjoy and thanks!

Lance really wasn’t in the mood for training. He had woken up that morning shivering–his blankets had been flung off sometime during the night and hung haphazardly off of his foot. His eye mask was crooked and pulled at his hair as he squinted at the dim lighting. His head throbbed as he slowly sat up in his bed.

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there are a lot of people accusingly asking ‘what are the good Muslims doing about this’. here’s the thing. you don’t see what happens behind the scenes here. There have been many more plots by IS-inspired people disrupted, and many rely on informants or other people in the british muslim community. Like the man arrested at whitehall whose family reported him to the police before that, which is why they managed to stop him before he could hurt anyone. there are also many people running anti-radicalisation initiatives. Dealing with a dispersed threat like terrorism is always more difficult than conventional military threats; the police have to deal with a huge amount of information and it’s challenging to figure out which are credible threats. the fact that someone unfortunately got through doesn’t mean the entire country has its head in the sand or that british muslims have been passively letting this go on. 

these terrorist attacks are a new phenomenon relative to how long the british muslim community has been here. this wasn’t always our image of terrorism. it is not a dramatic clash of civilisations or inherent cultural incompatibility, but a distinctly modern phenomenon spawned by 20th & 21st century geopolitical dynamics and developments. this mentality that it comes down to the inherent nature of islam being inimical to ‘western’ culture completely ignores how this type of extremism can be traced to modern developments. IS may proclaim itself a ‘caliphate’ ostensibly in homage to those of old, but they are distinctly modern in their ideological origins, manipulation of technology and tactics of violence. 

after all, ‘terrorism’ in the united kingdom used to make everyone think ‘IRA’, not IS or Al-Qaeda. and as we saw from the murder of MP Jo Cox, it also comes in the far right nationalist variant. it is definitely the responsibility of all of everyone to be vigilant and report anything suspicious. it’s definitely true IS markets itself as the ‘true’ Islam and tries to recruit disaffected people from the british muslim community. but apart from that? innocent until proven guilty applies. unless we want to throw out our entire system of laws and way of life. there is a problem, but knee-jerk prejudice isn’t going to solve it. precisely when the cooperation and good ties between law enforcement and communities has been very crucial to disrupting past attacks & is exactly what we need now. 

yes, i’ll freely admit i think this way because i live in a very multicultural part of south england & i was born in majority muslim seasia where my family was a minority (they’re christians). maybe people think this attitude is naivete, from being sheltered and ignorant. but you know what? it’s people in the multicultural cities of europe that are themselves at the biggest risk of terrorism in the first place- compared to the more suburban, rural parts of europe that also tend to be more ethnically homogeneous. (IS terrorists don’t check to see that all their targets are only non-muslims do they, when they decide to walk in with a bomb or mow people down?) we live it and we know it. far from being sheltered, it’s often on your mind when you go to a crowded event or step onto public transport- that what if. but we try our best to carry on because we’re not going to change our way of life because of this tiny minority.