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What I find interesting, as an ex-Muslim, is how much non-believers know compared to how much fucking sheiks know. Like, you study the Quran, and yet you can't see how fucked up your God is. I suppose you losers really are brainwashed to the max, huh?

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Hey, Tumblr.

Let’s try to be nicer to each other this year.

Which means no looking down on someone because they’re cis.

No looking down on someone because they’re white.

No telling people what they can and can’t draw.

No policing anyone on how they style their hair. (I can’t believe I actually had to fucking write this one).

No telling boys that they aren’t valid.

No going for somebody’s throat because they have a different political point of view.

No believing every video you see online can be used as evidence.

And no letting this godforsaken website guide your actions and ideals.

Be nice. Love each other. Stop being petty.

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I consider myself pretty good at noticing or paying attention to the big things women have to go through that men don’t: income inequality, pink taxes, motherhood vs. career, fear of sexual assault (on such scale), government representation, etc. The little day-to-day things can slip right on by you if you’re not living it though. 

Y'all, keep on pointing them out just like this. The more it gets pointed out, the more we talk about it, the more it becomes part of the overall consciousness, and the more we can work to re-balance the scales and reassess the expectations.

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What Are You So Afraid Of?

Welcome to 2017. During this year, boys are going to kiss boys, girls are going to kiss girls, and homosexual couples all over the world are going to fall in love. And where does your opinion become relevant in any of these situations? Nowhere. Stop being so afraid of love. If someone is happy leave it at that. 

Welcome to 2017. During this year, a police officer will arrest or maybe even shoot someone of color. Do not assume that the police are targeting you because of your color. Because you, no matter what race, are important. You are loved. DO NOT TREAT SOMEONE LIKE THEY ARE LESS IMPORTANT THAN YOU BECAUSE OF THEIR SKIN COLOR. That is not going to make you feel better about yourself. 

Welcome to 2017. During this year, many women will be raped. Some of these women will not find justice. Some of these women will never find hope or safety again. During sex, if the man or women DOES NOT WANT TO HAVE SEX, then it is rape. Women are not “asking for it” by their clothing. The number of drinks a women has had does not correspond to her level of consent. If she is intoxicated or incoherent, YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO HAVE SEX WITH HER. Women are not here for male entertainment and pleasure. If you think feminism is unnecessary, please think again. 

Welcome to 2017. During this year, many people are going to say offensive things. Children will be bullied. Teenagers will commit suicide. Adults will lose jobs. Many bad things will happen. 

Welcome to 2017. During this year, babies will be born. Children will play happily with their parents on Sunday afternoons. Teenagers will fall hopelessly in love. Adults will watch their children grow up and fall asleep with the person they love every night. Many good things will happen.

So, as of now, I am sending you all of the love and happiness that one year can hold. Make every moment count. Be nice to everyone. They deserve kindness. YOU deserve kindness. 

Welcome to 2017. Make it count.

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These are screenshots from a Saudi music video called Hwages ( Obsessions) directed by a Male Saudi Artist called Majed Alesa. It shows Saudi girls rebel against social norms and enjoy things they’re not “allowed” to enjoy. THIS is the type of content I’am here for. Please spread. DO NOT sleep on it.

Lyrics ( from the comment section): May men go extinct (x8) 

 They caused us psychiatric diseases (x4)

May none of them stay sane (x8)

 Everyone of them is like possessed by a demon (x8)

 (In the disco room) My luck (x3) My luck is like a storm, and my beloved ones are like leaves ~ 

My luck is like a storm, and my beloved ones are like leaves (x4) 

Who will hold the leaves for me when the storm hits? (x4)

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What do you know of oppression? It is hilarious when a woman who comes from a wealthy family wants to blame white men for her first world problems. Women are incredibly privileged in the US and if you want a true wage gap (not the myth) or rape culture then feel free to go to the Middle East. Thank God the tides are turning.

To close your eyes to the oppression present in the world because you yourself are not oppressed is not only privilege but a sign of willful ignorance. I am privileged, yes, and I always own to it, but I refuse to close my eyes to a cause because of it. My feminism is not enough — definitely — but it is something. What do I know of the suffering in the world? And what do you know of mine when I choose what I share? Sometimes, you only have the power to change what is in front of you by addressing the little things.

What’s more — I have far more knowledge of sexism in the Middle East in particular than I ever advertise, and I will say that one case of sexism does not erase another. All sexism is sexism and needs to be addressed. No case of sexism is a laughable myth, even if it seems small to others. Just as pain is not a contest, neither is suffering.

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Society pushes women to be so focused on losing weight that any time one wants to gain weight they are laughed at and called disgusting or weird.

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Before I was this insecure girl who'd listen to the shit people said about me, despite how awful it made me feel about myself. I'd buy makeup, wear uncomfortable clothes, be someone I fucking wasn't, just so that people I didn't even like would accept me. Then I realised those dickheads were as insecure as I was. The difference? They laughed at others' flaws to get over their own. These days I'm as happy as I could be about every aspect of me, both inward and outward.

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Sorry YOI fangirls but Kyojin!!! on Ice is the next big thing haha lmao

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I need a heroine who's strong. One who doesn't need a man to survive. One who's emotional as fuck, but can still kick butt as hard as any man. One who's been through Hell and back, yet still keeps her humanity intact and saves the day. I need a heroine that all girls, even the lone and broken ones, can look up to and call a role model. Someone who'll be the voice of feminists everywhere. Someone who'll make humanity realise how fucked up it's always been, and make people want to change their way of thinking. I need a heroine who is a heroine not because she was forced to be, nor because anyone made her a heroine, but rather because she just fucking wanted to be a heroine.

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She had a heart of gold But it was shrouded With so much pain That none could see the glitter

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If you haven’t read the books

You won’t know that the Elder Wand was also called the Deathstick

Ron was actually a Prefect

Harry, Fred and George got a “life-long ban” from Umbridge after they attacked Malfoy on the pitch

Dumbledore hired a centaur named Firenze to teach Divination

Neville Longbotton could’ve been “The Chosen One” but Voldemort chose Harry

Fenrir Greyback was the werewolf who bit Remus Lupin as a child

Harry attended Bill and Fleur’s wedding disguised as Barny Weasley, a red-headed Weasley cousin

Lily was actually a few months older than James

While still alive, the Bloody Baron, who became the ghost of Slytherin House, was sent by Rowena Ravenclaw to retrieve her daughter, Helena, whom he was in love with. When Helena, who became the ghost of Ravenclaw House, refused to go with him, he became angry and stabbed her. Then, distraught with having killed her, he killed himself

Harry mended his own wand with the Elder Wand before he got rid of it

Harry, Ron and Hermione met Neville in St Mungos, who was visiting his parents and his Gran told them what happened to Alice and Frank 

The Potters’ had a cat

Harry got  miniature broom from Sirius for his first Birthday

Bathilda Bagshot was a friend of the Potters’

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進撃の巨人詰２ by  マホ使いおぬぬ Please do not remove the source. Permission to repost was granted by the artist.

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He couldn't help but stare at her. Her hair was such a pretty colour, like dark chocolate. Her eyes looked dark, almost black, but in a single moment when she looked up into the sunlight he could see they were a much lighter brown, with black flecks. And her personality. God, her personality. She was so awkward and nervous in front of people, yet with him she could be loud and free. And she was artistic, creative. When she drew or wrote, she was calm rather than fidgety. She was unique; someone who was here and not at the same time. Someone who understood people so much better than others, yet could never actually speak to them. Someone who was different, and completely okay with it. And it was as all this rushed through his mind in a single moment as he stared at her that he realised. He was in love with her.

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Her smile was bright; So were her eyes. Yet not with joy, For though she smiled on the outside... She died on the inside.