there are like no girls

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Them boys and their girl~ *:・゚✧

Okay but you know what doesn’t sit well with me? The fact that Gansey doesn’t actually receive a lot of validation from his friends?? They all think about how amazing he is, how admirable, how unique, etc (I’m looking at Ronan and Adam POV’s, cause whoo boy), but how often do they actually tell him this?? 

I mean, Gansey didn’t actually understand how much his friends loved him until they followed him into the cave/tunnel in trk!! And he didn’t even think they would come in the first place!! I’ll admit, maybe it’s because it’s been a couple of months since I read the books and fanon is influencing my interpretation, but while someone will think something nice about Gansey, all they’ll say out loud is, “Your shoes are hideous” or “You’re such a buzzkill” or “Why do you talk like that?” Like, he doesn’t actually receive a lot of nice comments from Ronan or Adam??

please just compliment my boy Gansey and tell him that you love him

I guess what surprises me so much about this “hiatus” and the venture into the brave new world of solo 1D is the jealousy???

I’ll make no bones about the fact that Louis and Harry are my faves, and so I will probably cheer the loudest for them, but all of them are still our boys, you know? You’re not required to like what they do or the answers they give or how they dress, but why treat one poorly for the sake of another?

Bitterness, jealousy, hatred, these things do not make you a better fan, and they definitely don’t make you a better person. I have no qualms with anyone supporting their fave, what I think is terrible are the people who do it at the expense of someone else.

someone: blah blah rose gives dave relationship advice bc she knows so much from being in a relationship w kanaya-

me: wait a second what? who? are you SURE?

When Jamilla and Sana’s eldest brother got engaged, Mama Bakkoush was overjoyed. When people come together in love, they become family. She would soon come to think of Jamilla as her own daughter. For Sana, Jamilla would become a friend, a confidant, and above all, a sister, Mama Bakkoush probably thought. Likewise, for Jamilla, the Bakkoush’s would become her new family: Mama Bakkoush a loving mother, and Sana the sister she never had but always wanted. When people come together in love, they become family.

Growing up, Sana didn’t have the easiest childhood. It’s not fun being the elephant in the room, it’s even less fun being a Muslim elephant. She was bullied relentlessly - routinely. If she didn’t pick up the calls, if she ignored the messages, if she prayed hard enough, they’ll maybe stop. They didn’t. So when high school came around, Sana braced herself for whatever would come. She had survived what seemed to be the worst, she could survive anything. Head down, chin up, she wrapped her hijab a little tighter that first day.

Jamilla knew what Sana had been through, not only because Sana’s mother had told her but because she had been in Sana’s shoes. She knew what it was like to be different, to be othered, to always be misunderstood, so when Jamilla saw Sana hanging around girls who looked like girls who have hurt her before, girls who will only hurt her again, girls who do not look like them, she had to act. After all, this was what Mama Bakkoush meant when she told her that she would be Sana’s sister. When she pleaded her to befriend Sana, to make sure no one hurt her, not again.

She had texted Sana once, warning her about her friends using verses from the Quran disregarding their context. Sana replied with a verse of her own advising Jamilla not to make assumptions about her, or her friends for that matter. There is a sad irony in that the two people who have always been misunderstood, could not understand each other. When people come together in love, they become family. “I’m only trying to protect you,” Jamilla had replied.

Over a year later, Sana still does not understand why it is easier to misunderstand someone than it is to understand them. Why it is easier to hate than it is to love, and why she ever thought things would change. Sana looks back on her texts with Jamilla, she begins typing but quickly deletes her message. What would she say? That Jamilla was right all along and that she was wrong? That she should have known better? What difference would it make? The pain had already been inflicted and not even Sana could protect herself this time. She doesn’t text her. Instead, she makes her way to school, head down, chin up, she wrapped her hijab a little tighter today.

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Man there’s this one reviewer I used to be a fan of when I was like 14 and forgot how many videos had him talking about how anything related to love makes him uncomfortable because he’s asexual and then randomly rants about how it’s weird that allos are into sex

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I missed flipping my hair around.
A lot.

Took myself to a stylist to get a silk press done since i was wondering what my growth was looking like lmao. I love it! with like 75% of my heart… But it’s first day hair and i hate it when it’s straight straight. Let me roll around for a bit and ill like it a lot more haha