What do I have to do to get you all to realise America is racist and always has been racist and no amount of artwork of the statue of liberty holding the hands of brown people and hijabis with stars & stripes hijabs and ‘we the people…’ held up by hands of many colours will change how colonialism & white supremacy are the cornerstones on which America was built on and still rests on to this day.
These images use the iconography of a racist nation. I know you mean well, but you don’t need to be ‘proudly american’ to make your point. In fact, fuck america. Forget america. Embrace being unamerican with pride. There will be a day where the United States of America are well and truly dead and the world will be better for it, trust me.
hello do you think even ever played “i’ve got your nose” with isak and gently pinched his nose and then placed the tip of his thumb between his two fingers and waved it in front of isak’s face and said “ha! i’ve got your nose” and isak rolled his eyes but still smiled (a little smile, his lips slightly pinched because he tried to hold it back) and then asked “oh no. what am i going to do now? i can’t live without a nose” in a false dramatic tone and even replied “hmmm. i think i can fix this” and he reached for isak’s nose, pinching it gently again and proudly said “your nose is back” and then isak chuckled “phew, thank you” and even gave isak a small peck on the tip of his nose and said “you’re welcome”
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Prompt: You make a bet with Draco that he can’t do anything without magic. He decides to take this very seriously. Too bad it’s during the middle of a snowstorm.
A/N: Inspired by me. Outside. Shoveling snow like a loser because I’m weak AF and the snow was too heavy.
You suppress the desire to scream into a pillow as you try and escape Draco’s teasing. You loved him very much, and getting to really bond with him after the war was very emotional for both of you, but sometimes you were reminded of how particularly bothersome he could be.
“You’re just saying that because I’m better at it than you,” he stated proudly. You stopped in your tracks and turned back to him. The pompous expression he wore was identical to the one he had when you first met him.
To put it simply, you felt like strangling the boy when you first met him.
“Better than me at magic? Really. All of magic. Charms, potions, apparating, all of it. Better than me at all the intricacies and variety of fields of magic.” You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation.
Draco rolls his eyes, earning a dirty look from you. “All I’m saying is that you really shouldn’t be messing up a first year spell at age twenty four.”
He was referring to how you managed to accidentally summon your entire set of silverware from the drawer instead of a single spoon. “I was busy, if you didn’t notice, making out with you!”
My favorite lyric ever. Seriously, Taylor not only care about us, she cares about our future children…this lyric is truly powerful. I’ll proudly tell your name to my children,my grandchildren and everyone else and how the crowds beautifully went wild.
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I will love you when you’re sad. When your clothes pile up on the floor because you have no energy to fold them, I will fold them for you. I will bring you breakfast in bed, kiss you even though your lips are sticky with jam. I will listen to you cry, and I will wipe your tears away when you’ve purged yourself of the darkness inside you.
I will love you when I am afraid to. I will trust you even though sometimes it scares me, because you’re too damn good to be true. I will hold your hand proudly even though nasty people in this world will think we’re disgusting for doing so. I will look God in the face and tell Him that I love you even if I’m condemned for doing so. I will burn in hell for eternity for you.
I will love you when you’re angry and I’m angry too. I want you to yell at me. I want you to tell me what’s wrong, what I did, even if it means you have to scream every word. I will get mad, I may yell back, but this does not mean that I don’t love you. Eventually, we will sit down with two mugs of hot chocolate and stay up until the sun peeks over the horizon, and we will apologize, but we will talk through the problem. I will love you through these arguments.
I will love you when you can’t get out of bed. I will slip under the sheets beside you and hold you close. We’ll research outlandish conspiracy theories until we’re convinced that every celebrity is a clone, and then we’ll laugh about it because how weird are we to believe that?
I will love you when we’re old. You’ll have crow’s feet around your eyes and sag in strange places, but I’ll still think you’re so beautiful and I won’t regret one second of my life. We’ll reminisce about our pasts and plan our futures. We’ll sit by the fire and warm our stiff bones, cats purring in our laps, coffee in my hand, hot chocolate in yours. I won’t be able to take my eyes off you.
Men, it’s been a long war, it’s been a tough war. You’ve fought bravely, proudly for your country. You’re a special group. You’ve found in one another a bond that exists only in combat, among brothers. You’ve shared foxholes, held each other in dire moments. You’ve seen death and suffered together. I’m proud to have served with each and every one of you. You all deserve long and happy lives in peace.
Your black, American, Muslim sister stands with you and feels your pain and anxiety. Regardless of how this election goes remember that this country and this dunya are not for us. Allah already told us that the kuffar will never be pleased with us. But keep your heads up high.
Tomorrow on your way to school and work walk proudly with your hijab, niqab, beard, thobe, etc. Your honor is with Allah and Islam. And remember that Allah is your Protector, your Provider, your Sustainer. The only One who deserves to be feared is Allah. Not a single bit of harm will come to a hair on your head unless Allah wills it. Put your trust in Him. Find peace, comfort, and success in what our pious predecessors found it in. The Qur'an and the Sunnah.
Bear the ignorance of those around you with patience. We all know about the countless rewards for those that are patience.
Most importantly, remember why you’re here and Who you live for. Remember your end goal - Jannah.
May Allah grant us all success, pride in this deen, and fearlessness against those that may be against us.
× You being his bestfriend × He talk to you about everything × He always flirting with you × Training with him always × “dean, stop looking my ass” × “well, it’s not my fault that you have a beautiful ass” × You share weird hobbies × “babe” × Him being crazy jealous ×THAT DIMPLES × Constantly needing to touch you × “stop leaving hickeys, Ambrose” × Roman and Seth teasing you about that × “woah (y/n), Dean did some work on your neck didn’t he?” × Playing with his hair × “stop touching my hair, love” × and then he play with yours × Him watching proudly your matches × Sex like all.the.time × Him being dominant × Rough but sweet? × Him being the biggest cuddler × Being always there for him ×
and he is always there for you × You always worried whenever he fights because, well, u know × Him constantly teasing you just for attention × “babbbyyy” × “stop, you are just like a child” × “babe, I can show you that im a fuckin man” × Getting into dumb arguments × angry kisses in the middle of them. × and then laughing ‘bout that × putting flowers in his hair × “this is not funny” × but he tried to hide a smile × He sees you while you sleep × and tought how beautiful you are and that he got so lucky to end up with a girl like you × You holding him tight and realizing that the man deserves nothing but the best and that he is your entire world.