its faith

I’m annoyed with Muslim women’s day. Why do we need a day?? Christian women don’t have one. Jewish, Hindu, and many more women of faith don’t. so.. why do we have it?? it feels like some fake smile that you get from a girl but, in reality she dislikes you. Tbh It just makes me feel ‘more’ different. 

when the moon fell in love with the sun (pt. 2)

u thought i was done with this?? *cackles* NEVER @slutorama

(part 1)

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Tara’s not nervous. No really, she’s not. In fact, the thought that Faith’s slyly avoided hanging out at her place until today hasn’t even occurred to her, so there’s really no pressure at all.

So yeah, she’s not nervous.

“You’re late,” Faith says, opening the door to her motel just a crack so she can peak out. “Said you’d be here at 4:00, remember?”

Tara feels a smile unfurl, slow and pleased, on her face. “You were waiting for me.”

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People: But imagine if Victor leaves Yuri!! Or one of them dies!!! Or one of them can’t go back to one of their countries because homophobia!!! Imagine the ANGST and the DRAMA and the-

Me, a tired queer:

Originally posted by diablito666

SWITCHING SETTERS *PARDON THE ALL CAPS I JUST GOT TOO EXCITED*

I SUDDENLY THOUGHT OF A VERY CUTE BODY SWAP AU/IDEA WHERE THE PRETTY SETTERS OF NEKOMA, FUKURODANI AND AOBA JOHSAI RANDOMLY SWITCHED BODIES, WOKE UP AS A DIFFERENT PERSON WHILE THEYRE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR CAPTAIN/VICE CAPTAIN

AND ONLY THE 3 SETTERS KNEW WHAT HAPPENED AND THEY SORTA GOTTA FIGURE OUT A WAY TO GET THIS FIXED COS THEY DONT HONESTLY WANNA KISS THE WRONG BOYFRIEND ASDAGHSHA

THEY ALL ACT AS THE SETTER THEY CURRENTLY ARE AND ITS DAMN OBVIOUS HOW THEYRE NOT THAT PERSON AND THEIR TEAM’S ARE JUST—- ‘WTF FUCKS WRONG WITH HIM???’

OIKAWA IN AKAASHI’S BODY

AKAASHI IN KENMA’S BODY

KENMA IN OIKAWA’S BODY

THE WHOLE THING IS A MESS TBH AND IWAIZUMI THOUGHT OIKAWA IS SICK OR SOMETHING BC HES ON HIS PHONE THE WHOLE TIME AND WHEN HE CALLED HIM SHITTY HE LOOKED SO OFFENDED AND MADE THAT UNIQUE SOUR FACE SO IWAIZUMI CONCLUDED ‘YEP HE’S DEFINITELY WEIRD LIKE A /DIFFERENT/ WEIRD TODAY’ BUT THERES SOMETHING WRONG HE JUST COULDNT POINT OUT WHAT

KUROO ON THE OTHER HAND SAW HOW “’'KENMA”“ ACTED DURING THEIR PRACTICE AS HE DIDN’T EVEN TRY TO ESCAPE OR GOT ON HIS PHONE DURING BREAKS AND HOW HE’S ADDRESSING HIM SO FORMALLY WITH ‘KUROO-SAN’… KINDA REMINDED HIM OF….

HE CALLED FOR ‘KENMA’ AND DRAGGED HIM OUTSIDE THE GYM AND SAID HE WANTED A KISS (COS WHY NOT). ‘KENMA’ WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD AND WHILE KUROO SLOWLY LEANED IN FOR A KISS, //AKAASHI// STOPPED HIM USING KENMA’S SMALL HANDS PRESSED AGAINST HIS MOUTH.

'Just as I thought…. Akaashi-san, hmm?’ KUROO’S FUCKING SMART HE COULD TELL WITH SO LITTLE INFORMATION LMAO

BOKUTO ON THE OTHER HAND:

'AKA-A-SHI HOW WAS THAT HUH???!!!’
'YAY BOKU-CHAN~~~ THAT SPIKE WAS AMAZINGGG!! BUT YOU GOTTA DO BETTER THAN THAT HEEHEE!’
'EHHHHHH????? SERIOUSLY???’

FROM A FAR FUKURODANI MEMBERS WERE WATCHING THE EXCHANGE LMAAOO

'I-IS THAT EVEN… AKAASHI?’
'WHATS WRONG WITH HIM???’
‘IS HE SICK?!’

BOKUTO WAS JUST DAMN CLUELESS HE THOUGHT HE WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR ”“AKAASHI’S”“ CHEERFUL MOOD COS HEY HEY HEEEYYY *PERVERT*

YOU THOUGHT BO YOU THOUGHT


TBC

  • Frodo: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
  • Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil.
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LGBT+ books: Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown

“Here’s what I know. Kissing Mary Carlson is spooning homemade peach ice cream into your mouth on the hottest Georgia day. It is shooting stars and hot lava. It is every goose bump you ever had in your entire life built up and exploding all at once. It is going to be the end of me, but I don’t care. “

So lemme tell y'all a story:

I was in 10th grade honours English. I loved my teacher - she was super cool, but didn’t take any shit from anyone. During our time with her, she was going through a rough divorce.

Our teacher had developed this system: if we were good, she’d add “time” to our class, with each “time” being worth ten seconds, so we had to work hard. That meaning, she would give us a free period after we’d built up the exact time that a period extended to be. It was an earned privilege, and we always did our best to try and obtain it. Hell, playing puzzle games and reading was way more fun than a test or worksheet!

We were reading Animal Farm, a book my mom had given to me when I was ten bc she knew I loved to read and enjoyed anything that was thought-provoking. I’d read it then, and again later in my parochial middle school. Living in a big city, public schools aren’t well-funded, and I was lucky to have all my close family scrape together cash for a good education. Needless to say, I was rather familiar with the book.

Now back to the system! Our teacher had implemented a rule that every morning (she taught my first period class) we wood stand up and recite the commandments of animalism. We’d all try our hardest to do it perfectly, lest “time” be taken off our class. But one morning, she was… cold.

My classmates who’d recited before me were all told to sit down and stop reciting, because they were “wrong.” Knowing that, I was confused, as was everyone else. Yet, we all kept trying the same thing. She let the first few people finish. Then, she let people get partially through before she’d utter, “wrong” or something of the sort and deduct our hard-earned time.

It finally got to me; it was my turn. I stood up and started, and was immediately shut down by her. I was frustrated, to say the least. I replied after a second and told her that I was, indeed, right. She muttered for me to sit down. I refused, and by now she’d taken off twenty seconds. Everyone groaned, but I continued to disobey. Eventually, my classmates started telling me to just stop and it turned into yelling at me once I’d lost our hard-earned twenty minutes (meaning we had been halfway to a free period) as I continued to argue. Once we were in the negatives, people were literally yelling obscenities at me. They even yelled at her, blaming her divorce and period. Gross behaivour, mind you.

I didn’t stop.

The teacher said that she was going to call security and have me removed. I replied that it was a-okay with me to do so. I promptly walk out of the room and she followed up by telling me to wait in the hallway. I’d intended to walk to the office myself, but obliged figuring it was no matter to me.

I was in the hallway for about a minute before she rushed out and gently grabbed me by the shoulders. I was rightly confused. She gasped, and stammered out that she had never imagined it would happen. Why was she suddenly not being so ruthless? Why was she flabbergasted? Well, apparently what she’d “wanted” was for us to all fail. That it was a lesson, and she’d have given back the “time” she had removed. It was all about “knowing” what was coming, and how fascism meant that the rules could change at any time, without your knowledge and consent, but you could still be punished for it. She told me that she’d called security, and told them if they saw me in the hall during that call, to excuse me. Nobody had done that before. Apparently, throughout her decades of teaching, not one student had done that. They had all caved and sat down eventually.

You can be that person. In something that matters to us all. It’s not fun, but when has fighting for what’s right ever been easy?

  • person in the 1960s: the cia controls the media
  • other person in the 1960s: oh thats just silly conspiracy theory shit, you're just crazy its not true
  • person today: not only does the CIA control the media but the FBI too has been granted the legal right to control it.
  • other people today: yeah we know. lol what can you do am i right?