#and I'm Moroccan btw

[ikram1909]

We can't clown Pedri for his ugly car anymore 😞😞

[hahahax30]

(some) moroccans stop romanticising Al-Andalus and being modern-day colonialism apologists challenge

[mchiti]

and I want that CHELSEA DODGERS account on twitter out of my existence in the sense I want ziyech out chelsea so that I don't have to read their ridiculous tweets again bc another year like this? no. this fucking account with a white american rich ass republican on their pfp complaining about a player being pictured with a 'drug dealer' cry more about it while your boss (so your club) finances every republican campaign ever and not even the previous boss financing 100 million to israeli settlers in palestine has stopped you from questioning your morals. but you draw the line at one player being pictured with a friend accused of drug trafficking. i'm sure this is absolutely not racially motivated also.

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][established relationship][praise, praise, PRAISE][soft dom jason][mdom][little bit of a daddy kink if you squint][fingering][slight somnophilia][jason speaks spanish btw, not a lot][slightly instructed masturbation][mating press][adoring][scar mention][implied creampie]

It's hard to believe that the hands that were bashing skulls just 30 minutes earlier, are the hands that are cradling your face so sweetly, calloused fingers gently patting sunscreen onto your face, caressing the soft flesh beneath the pads of his thumbs.

Emerald pools meet yours inbetween slow blinks, a warm and barely noticeable smile plastered on his face, dimples digging into those tanned cheeks as Jason lets out a soft breath.

"You're so pretty."

Jason murmurs sweetly, thumbs brushing over the skin beneath your eyes, his knees digging into the mattress on either side of you, thick thighs straining against his cargo pants, fabric tautly tugged as he sets his weight atop your lap.

Pinky fingers resting just below your ear, feeling the steady thump of your pulse as it beats beneath your skin and Jason leans forward, soft lips pressing against your forehead.

"So... So pretty."

He praises softly.

"Jay, are you okay?" You question with a snort, delicate hands lifting to wrap around as much of his wrists as you can, halting his adoring touches as you stare up at him through your lashes, a brow raised in confusion.

"You're a bit more.... Lovey." You add with a hum, soft thumbs brushing along the skin of his wrist, exposed by where his compression shirt had ridden up.

"No reason." Jason hums quietly. "I just saw a bloodstain that reminded me of you, so I ended patrol a little earlier."

"I'm sorry," you scoff, "a bloodstain?"

"Yeah. I hit a guy's head against the wall and it splattered like a heart." Jason reaches into one of the many pockets in his pants, obviously fishing for his phone. "Wanna see?"

"No." You sigh softly. "No, I do not."

It's a quiet type of affection when you're watching old episodes of 'American Dad!', on an outdated but still amazingly efficient Wayne Tech laptop, the device resting on the empty nightstand as Jason cards his thick fingers through your hair. The scent of leather, blood and gunpowder clings to him alongside that distinct scent of Moroccan coffee and the cacophony of smells envelop you as he curls a thick arm around you, his legs entangled with yours.

Your face remains buried in the thickness of the warm flesh of his neck, your body curled up to his chest as you absentmindedly listen, sleepiness and weariness slowly tinging your peripheral vision with blackness.

"You want me to turn it off?"

Jason's voice is soft, so sweet and low, as he shifts against you, looking down at you from long lashes and twinkling emerald eyes stare at your forehead adoringly. Watching the way your baby hairs curl and frame your hairline so prettily.

"No no," you murmur sleepily, "m'listening..." You reassure quietly, staring up at Jason with bleary eyes and fluttering lashes, before burying your face in the expanse of his chest. The action makes his breath hitch, and his fingers twitch with nervousness, because you're nuzzling right at where the autopsy scar bisects his chest.

The raised scar tissue does nothing to deter you from relaxing against him, your breaths even and low.

Every once in a while, a sleepy giggle slips past your lips from particularly crude jokes and comments, and you occasionally peek over your shoulder, eyes flinching at the brightness. Until you look back at Jason, and you nearly coo.

Eyes closed shut, eyelashes reaching his high cheekbones and his expression is pinched into that little frown babies have when they sleep. So angry and adorable, and you card your fingers through his hair, the white tuft earning an extra stroke before you allow yourself to succumb to the sleep, the cartoon continuing to play silently.

A deep breath leaves your nose just as you fall asleep, and the warmth of Jason's body lulls you sweetly, even as his fingers sleepily stroke patterns onto your lower back.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

"You're so pretty." Jason mutters sleepily, his gaze lowered to where your head rests on his thick bicep, your hips pressed against his as his deep, rumbly voice resonates through your back. Jason feels trickles of drool drip down his arm, pooling on the pillow below but he pays no mind to the liquid, his mind already focused on one thing.

"You're so smart and you're so loving and attentive."

A calloused palm slides down the waistband of your sleeping shorts, stretching the elastic of your panties as two digits drag through your slippery folds and your brows knit into a little frown. Lashes flutter and you tilt your head just enough to meet Jason's gaze.

"Birdie?" You murmur sleepily, swords slurred and you wipe your mouth with one of your hands. "Are you ok— oh..."

Your lips form that pretty 'o' shape that Jason just loves to watch take place, pouty lips glistening with spit and your brows twitch.

"You mind?" He asks softly, his fingers stilling from their ministrations and he leans over you a bit more to keep his eyes on your dimly illuminated face, bleary eyes staring up at him and you shake your head.

"...don't mind.."

Letting out one of those sleepy sighs, you allow Jason to manoeuvre your body, tossing your thigh over the leg tucked beside you, and your thighs are splayed beneath the covers. He continues his motions, fingertips rubbing soft and lazy circles around your clit, feeling the way slick coats his digits and a soft kiss is pressed against your forehead.

It's gentle.

Like you're the most precious thing he's ever touched, the most priceless art piece he's ever laid his eyes on and another kiss is planted against the hollow of your temple.

Fingers gently probe at your slickened slit, his knuckles brushing over your puffy and glossy pussy before gently easing a digit into you and he nearly whines, burying his face in your hair and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

It's so... Luxurious. He should start using your shampoo more.

Your lips part and hot breaths leave your lips, eyes fluttering open and meeting Jason's gaze.

"You look so pretty..." Jason coos softly, nearly melting as he thrusts his finger into you, feeling the way your gummy walls tug and suck at him, the sticky give of your cunt makes the lewdest squelches that makes his cock twitch in his pants.

"...besitos..." You mutter sleepily, lips pursing and brows twitching as you feel the way his digit prods and rubs against that gooey spot that has you arching your back against the sheets.

"¿Quieres besitos, amor?" Jason questions softly.

He can't help but feel the way his heart thrums whenever you speak to him in Spanish, your words just a bit slurred from sleep but sweet all the same and he leans forward, lips brushing against your own.

"You want me to kiss you?" He teases softly, before pressing his lips against yours. It's sweet, the way his mouth moves against yours, pulling away in small recessions and he swallows the whine you let out when his second finger is nestled sweetly in your cunt and you're throbbing.

"Atta girl, keep taking my fingers."

His thumb continuously flicks and brushes over your slickened bud, the little nub sensitive underneath his fingers as Jason coaxes an orgasm out of you.

Pulling saccharine moans from your lips and watching the way tears gathered on your pretty lashes, your chest heaving and nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your T-shirt and he hums softly, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

"Good job, baby, good job." He croons to you sweetly, shifting until he's hovering over you and he's peppering soft kisses along your collarbones. And he's gently pulling your panties and shorts off, setting them aside before his hands move to the backs of your thighs, pushing them towards your chest and he watches the way your sticky cum smears across your inner thighs and needy pussy.

And Jason's pushing his sweatpants past his hips, until you place a hand on his lower belly, feeling the way the muscles flex beneath your palm.

"Take... Take off your shirt this time?"

You murmur softly, the light of the laptop bouncing off your pretty irises and you can see the hesitance in Jason's eyes.

"Please?"

You know he's always been a bit nervous about his autopsy scar, the large 'Y' extended across his torso entirely, raised scar tissue pinkened and smooth.

And when you catch the way he anxiously grasps for the edges of his shirt, you reach for the laptop, gently shutting it and the sigh he lets out is audible.

"Thank you, baby." The rustle of fabric fills the air before Jason's bare chest is pressed against you, the fabric of your T-shirt doing nothing to stifle the warmth of his body as he kisses you, his hips slotting between your thighs and his thick cock resting across your mound, ending just below your belly button.

"You think you're ready for me to put it in?" Jason asks softly, his hand reaching down below, his thumb swiping across your clit sweetly and you let out a shaky breath, nodding your head.

"Mhm, I'm ready."

"Can you be a doll and put those pretty legs on my shoulders?" Jason whispers softly, rough hand wrapped around his base as he notches the flushed tip of his cock at your slick hole, tracing along the seam of your cunt as he waits, patiently for you. You shift and readjust, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders and Jason hums.

"That's my sweet girl." He praises you, and the dim lights of the street allows you to watch the way his expression crumples in pleasure, his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth to muffle a whine as he slides his cock into you.

"Fuck, you're so warm." Jason breathes out, brows twitching and his hands move to rest on either side of your head. Hot breaths fan your features and Jason's hips begin to move.

He's not thrusting or pounding.

He's rolling his hips. Hips carved into the slightest bit of chub, thick and scarred thighs on either side of you, sinewy muscles surround you from all sides and Jason groans lowly.

He's stretching your cunt to fit him and the burn is phenomenal, your nails dragging down his back as his rotund tip leaks against your cervix, precum and your cum mixing to form a creamy ring at his base.

It's sweet and perfect.

The way your cunt grips him tightly, the way your lashes flutter shut and Jason leans closer, pressing his lips against yours with a gentleness that seems so uncommon for a man of his size. Of his profession.

"You're perfect." He breathes out. "So fucking perfect."

Bated breaths and murmured praises, kisses planted along the side of your face as his hips occasionally still, just so he can push the ball of his nose against your pulse, feeling the erratic thrum of your blood. And his hips grind into you.

"Nice and slow, yeah?" Jason's hands fist the sheets, your ankles brushing against his ears and occasionally, he plants a kiss against the protruding bones. "Does it feel good?"

And you can only nod, whining under your breath before finding the ability to talk.

"Feels so good..." You breathe out. "Keep fucking me. I—" A gasp nearly shakes you to your core when his fat tip pushes against your cervix in a way that has your thighs shaking, "—'m gonna come..."

Jason nods his head, shifting your body just a bit and he removes your legs from his shoulders, veiny hands wrapping around your ankles as he pushes your legs towards your chest. And he fucks you deeper, grinding against you before he breathes out.

"Play with your pussy for me." He sighs, lashes falling shut as he feels the way your cunt spasms when your fingers swipe over your clit in one of those experimental ways. Clearly, you're not good at masturbation but it's fine.

He'll teach you.

"Circles baby, circles." He guides sweetly. "The circles are gonna feel good while I fuck you."

Jason's lips press a kiss to the sock covered arch of your foot, his eyes laser focused on where you tease your clit, whines and mewls slipping past your lips until you gasp, toes curling and chest heaving.

And your hips twitch when you come, sucking him in with vigor as you soak the sheets beneath you and your hand moves, brushing along the expanse of his scar. And Jason's cock twitches needily, a whimper slipping past his lips before his hips stutter just a bit.

"Don't make me lose my rhythm." He huffs out, a shaky laugh leaving him as the dimples in his cheeks deepen.

You're like if the ocean was a furnace.

Squelchy sounds and lewd sloshy sounds with each buck of his hips and Jason bites his bottom lip as he feels his orgasm slowly build, his skin prickling with goosebumps and his nipples stiffen in a way that he just knows has your ego soaring.

"Shit, 'm gonna come soon." He grumbles, his hand leaving your ankle to card through his hair, pushing the damp strands out of his vision. And before his lips can part to ask where you want it, Jason's body shudders when your hand moves, wrapping around the base of him and he feels the way he gets just a bit lightheaded.

"Don't pull out, okay?"

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[petermorwood]

Sunday lunch, or - since what with one thing and another we ate closer to dinnertime, it might be more of a Sunday dinch. :->

It was Moroccan-style braised lamb shanks, and it was really good; after 24 hours or marination and about three hours of slow cooking, the lamb was literally off-the-bone edge-of-the-fork tender.

Because the spicing was so complex (though NB like most North African dishes, not hot) we went for a simple accompaniment, plain couscous with a few strips of home-made preserved lemon to balance the deep, rich flavours.

I also included a dab of harissa with mine, and a couple of pickled chillis for zing.

Meat and recipe both came from Irish on-line source James Whelan.

I think this would work well in a slow-cooker.

BTW, on-line recipes like this can change with the seasons, so I'm adding it below the cut.

*****

For a more fragrant and pungent dish, the lamb can be covered in clingfilm and marinated in the fridge for up to 24 hours to allow the spices to penetrate the meat. The accompanying couscous can be jazzed up with pistachio nuts and dried fruits.

Moroccan Style Braised Lamb Shanks – Printer Friendly Download

Ingredients

4 lamb shanks, well trimmed

1 tablesp. paprika

1 teasp. each ground coriander, cumin, cinnamon and turmeric

Sea salt and cracked black pepper

2 tablesp. olive oil

1 large onion, roughly chopped

2 garlic cloves, chopped

2½ cm piece peeled fresh root ginger, chopped

450ml chicken or lamb stock

2 x 400g cans chopped tomatoes

1 tablesp. clear honey

Squeeze of lemon juice

Serve with a bowl of couscous

Serves: 4

To Cook

Cooking Time: 2¾ hours

Preheat the oven to Gas Mark 3, 160ºC (325ºF).

Heat a large frying pan.

Mix together the paprika, coriander, cumin, cinnamon, turmeric and one teaspoon of pepper in a large bowl.

Add the lamb shanks and using your hands rub in the spices.

Add a little of the olive oil to the heated pan and quickly brown off two of the spiced lamb shanks.

Transfer to a casserole dish with a lid and repeat with the remaining lamb shanks.

Meanwhile, place the onion, garlic and ginger in a food processor or mini-blender and pulse until finely minced.

Add another tablespoon of the olive oil to the pan, then add the onion mixture and sauté for 3-4 minutes until well softened and coloured from the spices left in the bottom of the frying pan.

Pour a little of the stock into the pan, stirring to combine and then tip over the lamb shanks.

Add the remaining stock with the tomatoes and honey, stirring gently until evenly combined.

Cover with the lid and cook for 2-2½ hours until the lamb shanks are meltingly tender and the meat is ready to fall off the bone.

Add a squeeze of lemon juice and season to taste.

We hope you enjoyed reading this post by Pat Whelan of James Whelan Butchers. Pat is a 5th generation butcher, cook book author and the director of  James Whelan Butchers with shops in Clonmel, the Avoca Handweavers Rathcoole and Kilmacanogue, Dunnes Stores Cornelscourt, Rathmines and Swords in Dublin. 

[zerokurokawa]

Hii

i want to request kakucho x foreign!reader. She takes him with her on trips to her homeland (morocco in this case🤭) and her family embraces him as he’s one of theirs. All of this makes him want to put a ring on that finger even faster..

Thank you for your time and effort btw!

Meeting The Family | Kakucho x Foreign Reader <3

Being from Morocco and living in Japan was quite different than what you had expected. You expected to outcasted and to not have many friends - or even a boyfriend at that. But things turned out in your favor when you met Kakucho, who was as sweet as he could possibly be when it came to you. 

You two had been together for about a year before you decided to take a trip back home to see your family who had been begging to meet Kakucho and learn about your new life. Since you had been attending school, Kakucho was the one who mostly took care of everything when it came to cooking, cleaning, and even running all of the errands after he was done with work. Although you had a part time job as well, he insisted that you focus on your studies first. 

"I'm taking a trip back home to see my family." You said one night while you two were resting on the couch of your now shared apartment since you moved in with him.

"That's great! I'm sure they'll be excited to see you!" He nearly jumped up, thinking this would be the perfect opportunity for you to take a break from work and classes and enjoy yourself. You had been missing your family and he took note of that. 

"...And I want you to come with me!" You exclaimed, pulling out two plane tickets and plopping them in front of him. His face lit up with excitement as he was ecstatic and over the moon to be traveling with you. He had never been out of Japan and was ready to see the world. 

"Really? You want me to meet your family?" He asked, an excited but nervous tone in his voice. 

"Absolutely. They'll love you just as much as I do." You said, leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

_______________________________________________________________

Two weeks from then, you were both boarding the plane to your homeland. Kakucho was visibly nervous, but you quickly shut it down with reassurance that he would be completely fine. The plane landed and you both were greeted at the airport by your mother, father, and siblings. They all ran up to you, engulfing you in hugs and giving you flowers as a welcome home present. Kakucho stood there nervously, as he didn't know what to say or how to act. 

Your mother walked up to him, "So you're the man who's been taking care of my beautiful, wonderful daughter!" She said, with her arms wide open to give him a huge hug. Kakucho nodded his head and smiled, hugging your mother back as your father then shook his hand, greeting him as men normally do for their daughters. 

Once you arrived at your family's house, your mother started to prepare what seemed like a feast for you all. Kakucho nervously asked if he could help and stated that he loved to cook and would love to learn how to cook traditional Moroccan food so that he could cook it at home for you. 

Your mother smiled, "Of course, dear, I'd love to teach you." 

You stood by in the kitchen, watching your mother and Kakucho bond as the rest of the family gathered around, asking him all sorts of questions about his heritage. They had welcomed him with open arms and his nervousness slowly faded away as he was having an amazing time with your family. 

Later that night, while the rest of the family was outside celebrating and talking about your return, Kakucho stepped to the side with you. 

"I just wanted to tell you how much of an amazing time I'm having and that I'm glad you brought me along to meet your family. They are wonderful people." He said, taking a sip of his water. 

"I'm glad they love you, and I'm glad that you love them." A warm smile played across your face as you took the water bottle from him and began to drink. You couldn't help but to be thirsty. 

Kakucho just stared at you in the moonlight as you and your siblings began to joke around and play. He couldn't help but to think about how much he loved you and how he wanted to have many more trips to Morocco with you. Then, his mind wandered to the thought of marrying you. Of course, he would have to make things special for you once you both got back home, but he was secretly planning on buying the ring as soon as you both got settled and surprising you with it. 

It was then, that Kakucho sat and thought, "I'm going to marry this girl." 

[misandresther]

Hey Sara! your blog and many other blogs made me realise a lot of my mistakes and things I had been conditioned to follow. I kinda feel skeptical about doing engineering at the moment as it’s a very male dominated field and I don’t like them but I do like engineering. My family on the other hand is not that supportive saying that I am not determined or ambitious. What’s your opinion on that?

Love you lots btw☺️☺️

I'm glad that you connected with the radfem community here, and I'm very happy knowing you came across my account! Engineering, like most STEM fields, is largely male-dominated, but it is changing, and more and more women are shining! ( Here, the rate of women engineering graduates is among the highest worldwide, and if Moroccan women can do it, then so can you and any other woman. We make better engineers than men).

And yes, while engineering is a hard major at uni, and you'd need to be proficient at physics, maths, computers, if you feel like you can do it, if you like the field, if you see yourself having a future as an engineer, then yes, absolutely! Go for it!

Don't let anyone else dictate your life, even if they're your family or if you love them, especially not your academic life! Education is one of the few ways to escape your family/current situation for many women (myself included) and you being a girl does not change nor influences your chance at graduating with honors AT ALL. It's your hard work as a university student that does!

I think it's YOUR choice and yours only, and if you want my personal opinion, you'll make one hell of an engineer sis!! <3

[jakesangel]

i found out today that there is a half korean half MOROCCAN jpop idol

i have never been so happy (he's weesa from psychic fever btw !!)

omg ᵎᵎ i'm so happi ᵎᵎ i hope hé will represent moroccans/maghrebians well >.< will defo tune it ᵎᵎ tho i was sure u were algerian ?ᩚ :00 are u moroccan ? >.<

[random-gamer1942]

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Last updated: Early January

My DNIs: NSFW blogs (am a minor, dude), proshippers, fascists, zionists, racists, sexists, ableists, anti-LGBTQ+ and any other people that discriminate

Howdy there, you lovely individual! I'm Random, though you can also call me Gamer or Rat (or any other nickname, I love nicknames!!!). I'm 17 years old and Dutch, Moroccan, or a creature of the infinite void depending on the topic

I go by he/him (though I'm also chill with they/them if you prefer that). I don't understand all things lgbtq+ but I'm always happy to learn (I want my blog to be as much of a safe space as possible)

I have ADHD (and likely Anxiety? Though that's more of a self diagnosis until I get tested). I'm the inattentive type, though I do still most definitely have hyperactivity (especially when with friends), thus the whole 'random' thing. It's actually a lot of fun when it's not debilitating ^^

I like watching/rewatching shows (Arcane is my fav show :D), drawing (considering getting into digital art and animation too at some point), writing (aspiring writer lol, though not as a career), talking to/hanging out with friends (my favourite people in the world!), D&D (mostly DM now but I'll actually be playing a PC soon!), cooking & baking (shall one day be able to make any food), martial arts (always done Taekwondo, but looking to get into stuff like BJJ, Boxing or MMA at some point) and many, many other things!

Still don't 100% understand fandoms but I'm definitely part of the School Bus Graveyard and Nevermore fandoms. Some of my favourite pieces of media outside of those include Arcane, AtLA/LOK, Castlevania, JoJo's, and Oshi no Ko, but the real list is WAY too long to actually write down (and yes, I watch live action stuff too lol)

Tagging system (when I don't forget):

void answers: answers to your guys' asks (I love asks btw!)

(reminder): reminders for myself, so I can find stuff in the future. Basically just a save post thing (why couldn't I have made it just like 'save for later' apsnsoenodje)

ranbles: My random thoughts, rants, or rambles

random art / random writing / random baking: Stuff I've made! I should. Maybe actually post baking stuff at some point

Poety: Poetry I've written!

ooh shiny: My mutuals' stuff I like, or just stuff I really like in general. Mainly art

void funnies: I did a funny

I love/Omg I love: Wasn't originally gonna be a tag but I use them too much. Just when that's my immediate reaction I suppose

...and that's about it, I think? Thanks for reading, and I wish you a delightful day!

[thatwierdquietkidthatdraws]

You're from Belgium? That's awesome

TYSM!! <33

While I am from Belgium I'm half Belgian half Moroccan with ethnicity since my dad was born in Morocco while my mom was born in Belgium, but my nationality is Belgian, tysm for the compliment btw!! <333

[cg-twys-daycare]

lots of things to report

visited two new places in north carolina!

i got some handmade socks, a knitted raccoon that i named after my CG, two moroccan crystals from my favorite rock shop, and some very good coffee

my day gets so good with good coffee and thats coming from a starbucks boy

i also finally started listening to powwow music because a friend told me its good for hyping you up (both ojibwe, btw, we dont do appropriation) and it was so overpowering i forgot how much i love my music

-Eagle 🦦

p.s. found a very cute tattoo design that im going to do!

Oh wow! I'm glad you had a good day, Eagle! I would love to listen to powwow music to learn more about and appreciate your culture! I love Starbucks but usually drink Duncan donut coffee at home. We have a Keurig and use the cups.

[alexbkrieger13]

So yesterday I went to see Barça because I was in Barcelona and eventually we will play them so...

Entertaining game if you like goals, that Granada (former Barça player) golazo was amazing and what to say about Pajor and CGH's connection.

Nice environment, nice prize, nice seat and visibility, nice everything minus the transportation to come back home which came 30' late. It's in a small city near Barcelona but trains, buses and trams on Saturdays at that time have you waiting for hours.

Only thing to highlight: the refs are so bad. So is the lineswoman. Literally called more than 3 wrong offsides, disallowed a rightful goal, missed 1/2 pens and almost NEVER called a foul against Granada.

Claudia Pina came out crying because they battered her. Alexia, CGH, Pajor received less kicking than her and it was rough to see honestly because apparently she has been taking beating after beating since the league started.

Btw, many people on twitter will love that 10-1 result for their farmer's league theory. IMO France is even worse than them due to the null competition and open market between both top competitors (Chawinga, Karchoui, Mbock...). What people don't see is that yes Barça were dominant but:

1. Granada's GK was the back up one because of injury of the starter

2. Barça had lots of starters there while Granada maybe didn't as much

3. They only got promoted last season

Liga F doesn't invest, RFEF doesn't care about looking for sponsors, camera work pitch installations and refs are shit because of no money, lots of people are close minded (I got called a "dyke bitch" by some drunk men and moroccan teenagers)

Basically that league is alive thanks to Barça's investment which has lead them to winning that small ass money prize that is UWCL, the president doesn't care and neither does RFEF. RM invested and bought Tacón to match Barça and other clubs started from the bottom, one can only wish a miracle happens and competent people are put in important places to FUCKING DO SOMETHING.

The league of the World Champions. The league of the Nations League champions. The league with the most Ballon d'Or. The league with the current UWCL champions. None of this matters to people and it's really fucking sad, next week I'm going to Tottenham-Liverpool (go reds!) and it will probably fill me and fuck me up the difference on caring for something.

Sorry for the rant but I really recommend going to matches on other places or countries to learn more about their culture, woso culture and appreciate what we have while fighting for more.

(P.D. There were people yesterday who had more than 3h in public transportation to get there, people from the UK, France, Poland, Portugal, lots of Norwegians...)

Peace out!

think this might go down as the longest ask I've ever had. Interesting read thanks for the insight

[hecatesl0r3]

Someone sent this to me on pinterest which was crazy as fuck cause, I deactivated my tumblr so that means leave me alone???Lmfaooooo???? (it's lunden btw heyyyyyyyyyy!)

(sorry I'm back once again for clarification, they sent the link to this post, that's how I found out.)

I quit writing for the cod community. I don't like cod anymore, you all sucked the joy out of me and the game (not the people who supported me and some of my stupid little stories, love y'all.). some of you are the most racist, disgusting people that have ever lived, truly. Y'all are sick ass human beings who need help.

Before I deleted my account, people were being so fucking odd over the bimbo!reader situation. When I specifically said don't ask about my parents, no one gaf and asked about my parents lmfao. It got worse tho, I started getting anons calling me a desert n!gger which is crazy asf. Weird ass comments about me being Mexican and Moroccan (got called terrorist so many times, it's actually pretty funny to me ). So I said fuck this fandom and these weird ass people, I'm out!

I don't think I'll return to the cod fandom, ever. It was fun when I first started writing in January, but I got too comfortable and started sharing my opinions hoping people would understand and would feel the same. But I was proved wrong. Idk why I expected so much from people who want military men irl.

So that's that. Please don't try and contact me outside of this, because it freaks me the fuck out and I really, really, really, want nothing to do with writing and this anymore.

ight, bye.

Oh and to those in the comments, srry about ghosting you guys.

My well being matters most to me. And I want to protect the tiny amount of sanity I have left. okay, bye for real this time.

umm where did hecateslore go??? where am i supposed to read biker simon with baddie reader???

[mchiti]

instead of writing my thesis i'm having a fight with WHITE french people under an instagram post. Yarab help me because you can't win with them. The post was basically one french actor from the 50s talking and one french lady commented "he speaks so differently than today". So another user asked what's different, and she replied "old-fashioned, well mannered, nowadays french is tainted by arabic slangs". Of course languages evolve but out of all the explanations karen could have given us she had to complain about arabic influences. lmao. What MADDENS me more than anything is when they bring languages into it like you don't understand I'm not getting this degree for nothing.

So I said to this french karen: sis, change is inevitable. LANGUAGE CHANGE. The whole idea of purity is utter bullshit because languages change all the time, where is the purity coming from? All neo-latin languages like french, italian, spanish, do you know why they were born? BECAUSE LATIN ITSELF CHANGED. The latin they teach you at school when you study Cicero and all that - that's latin from the "golden age" of latin literature. It lasted like, 2 centuries. It was different before and it changed after. And after the fall of the roman empire - just imagine a whole empire falling down - of course latin was bound to change more rapidly: because with the falling of the roman empire you didn't have a stable school system anymore, or stable institutions. + the germans started coming, especially in france. LIKE FRANCE CHANGED ITS OWN NAME it's literally called "land of the franks" who were germans btw. it is the most germanic-influenced language out of the neo-latin languages (which is also the reason it's more distant than italian/spanish/portuguese). French, like Italian and spanish etc, come from a "tainted" latin from the middle ages - irregular, unstable, very distant from the norm, full of errors to the point if you look at latin written documents between the V and the VII centuries they don't even make sense, and that's because orally it was evolving into something else: romance languages.

Like imagine talking about purity for european languages who were born out of a very unstable, poor in lexicon and grammar latin spoken by "commoners". And by the way YOU went to colonise north africa. moroccan darija is considered hard to understand by other arabic speakers because it also has a lot of french influences. We should be the one complaining lmaooo

[beanxiv]

HIII, fellow maghrebia here !!! just wondering what part of morocco are u from??

i'm getting like city vibes from u so i feel like casa or rabat...

i'm from fes btw !

hey!! i love seeing moroccans on here

and ur right, i'm from rabat!! i actually don't live far from the palace in rabat.. like on the way to my house in morocco we pass by the palace gates bskdj

fes is so pretty, i've been there a few times, i love going to the souk and seeing the architecture in fes. like don't get me wrong i love rabat and my home city, but fes is so traditional like the architecture is still traditional and stuff it's so pretty

[weldnas]

I just saw the songs you sent to chay and not gonna lie when i saw you sent a song by abd el hameed hafez i was surprised in a good way! I’m egyptian and it makes me happy to see people listening to egyptian artists here! Is there any other artists that you listen to?

Hi lovely!!

I love your music and Abdelhalim Hafeez is one of my favourite artists of all time. My parents were/still are obsessed with him and we sang Khosara in my school choir in primary and I loved him since.

On the top of my head, MY QUEEN UM KALTHOUM, Farid al atrach, Najat Saghira, Mohamed abdelwahab, Shadia, Asmahan, Leila Mourad and moree