Your Curse!Gojo AU Is Amazing And I Love The Art!! Just Generally All The Jjk Art I've Seen From You

Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.

A tear streams down my left cheek.

Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.

It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.

‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. 

Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.

Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo

Justice for Muhammad Muhaymin

With at least three officers on his legs and back — and yet another applying a knee to his head and neck — the Black man in his 40s cries out “I can’t breathe” multiple times.

“Please Allah,” he says.

“Allah? He’s not going to help you now,” one of the officers struggling to cuff him says. 

“Just relax.”

“Please help me,” the man says, in between screams. “Please.”

“Relax!” an officer says. “Stop resisting.“The man’s shrieks and utterances become groans. His body goes limp, he falls silent, and vomits.Moments later in the bodycam footage, an officer can be heard saying, "He’s dead.” CASUALLY.

“Three years ago, Phoenix had its own "I can’t breathe” case. But its outcome has so far been very different than that of George Floyd’s.

In 2017, Muhammad Abdul Muhaymin Jr. tried to take his dog with him to the bathroom at a city community center in west Phoenix. The police were called, discovered he had a warrant for his arrest, and decided to detain him.

At least four officers got on top of him and held him down. Some put their knees on his neck and head.

“I can’t breathe,” Muhaymin is heard saying several times in police body camera footage. When officers eventually got off him, Muhaymin had no pulse, according to comments from officers in the video, and lay in a pool of his own vomit.

He was 43, unarmed and black”

The death of Muhaymin is the subject of a $10 million lawsuit his sister filed in U.S. District Court in Arizona. The lawsuit is against the 10 officers, a city parks and recreation employee and Phoenix. The Phoenix Police needs to be restructured  by better training officers and doing better background checks on officers while giving Muhammad and his family the justice he deserves by putting the murderers who killed him in jail.

From AZ Central Article (https://www.azcentral.com/story/news/local/phoenix/2020/06/05/phoenix-police-death-case-2017-muhammad-muhaymin-jr-resembles-george-floyd-death/3145190001/

Representatives to Contact (Call/Leave messages)

-Kyrsten Sinema (602) 598-7327

-Kate Gallego (602)-262-7111

-Doug Ducey 1-602-542-4331 / engage@az.gov.

-Phoenix Police Department (602) 262-6151) (Non-emergency number)”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING SO SEXY HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!

He doesn’t think about it. He’s rehearsed the words in front of the mirror, white light cutting through the room and glowing from behind, making him look like an angel or a ghost. Sometimes—he realises—it just wants out. He puts the fork and spoon down.

“I’m gay,” he says. His voice doesn’t tremble.

Sarawat’s journey on realising he’s gay, making friends who will stick to his soul for his entire life, and falling in love with the boy who makes him feel like light personified.

i wrote a small character study on sarawat, about his friends, and about him falling in love with tine! read it on the ao3 here.

the euphoria of it all……..

Painting some studies

don’t know if you’re still doing these n i resisted the urge to pick all the kissing ones so Mamihlapinatapei for declansey bc come on. Come on. It sells itself

The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

Declan is only at Nino’s in the first place because he’s standing up a girl he’s supposed to be taking to the movies. It’s always a crapshoot whether Matthew will remember where Declan said he’d be at any given moment, but he doesn’t want to risk it, to show up at their room and have Matthew ask, bright-eyed, what happened to his date. And then he’ll have to lie, because one time he didn’t lie and Matthew just stared at him for a full minute of processing time and then said, “That’s mean,” and even though there was nothing after that, Declan ended up calling and apologizing (and lying, obviously–he said his little brother was sick and heavily implied that said brother was between the ages of four and seven). Then they ended up making a second date, and he didn’t stand her up again because he isn’t a monster, but he desperately wanted to and it showed.

So this is what he’s been reduced to: lurking in the back booth of a second-rate pizza shop googling the runtime of Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter (really, deeply, unbelievably not his choice) to more convincingly fake a date when all he wants to do is lie down and nurse the bruises hidden under his button-up. Just as he’s thinking that his day cannot possibly get any more demoralizing, Gansey walks in, and in the split second Declan spends pretending to be too dignified to hide under the table, Gansey sees him. And Declan sees Gansey seeing him, and so by the rules they both live by, they’re obligated to acknowledge each other.

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perhaps i became a magic user, so that i can touch his heart…

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