#not a date to celebrate

[gayemoji]

fellow aussies !

clothed the gap has put out a change the date petition, and its still ~1000 sigbatures away from reaching it's goal & getting sent to albo;

all it requires is a name & email, and you can hide those from public view

link here to sign

🖤💛❤️

[wastelandslug]

Brilliant article about the history of January 26. Something every white Australian should read imo

List of First Nations orgs to consider supporting this Invasion Day

Another list

[goldieboyy]

firstly, id like to pay respect and recognition to the Bidjigal people of the Dharug land. they are the rightful owners of this land on which i live and worship. may God guide us all towards justice, solidarity and truth-telling.

january 26th is a day of mourning for the first nations people of what we now call australia. most people think its a day to celebrate the first fleet of captain cook 'discovering' this land. when in fact this day has been grossly twisted through means of ignorance and racism into a day that celebrates the beginning of a genocide for the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples of this land.

today i sat through a sermon at my church where my reverend talked about equity, unity and diversity; while simultaneously celebrating invasion day. i love my reverend, but how blindly hypocritical is that. Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples make up only about 3% of the population of this country. 3 percent. that number could not have been reached without the help of slavery, the stolen generation, hate crimes, violent attacks and massacres as well as mass incarceration and deaths in custody. and people still continue to think that its appropriate to commemorate killers, invaders, and colonialists for granting us this 'lucky country'.

this country and its atrocious government have wronged its first nations peoples beyond repair. we continue to belittle, disadvantage, incarcerate at astronomically high levels, kill, and outright ignore them. its just disgusting. God would never want any single person EVER to be treated with such abhorrent disrespect and negligence. God would not celebrate invasion day and neither should anyone else.

this is a day of mourning and its not a date to celebrate.

[henreyettah]

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💌

[just-an-enby-lemon]

The thing about jonmartin is that Martin wants to be a romantic, he loves poetry and probably watches romance but for him it is a fantasy, a silly game he plays. Martin is at his core very cynical. Things don't work out for him so he doesn't really belive in romance, it is a pretty dream but that's it. He is pratical and realist. Dating Jon he has to remind himself it is real and he actually struggles with romantic gestures, it is something he has to remind himself to do, to remind himself he can do even and honestly who even has the energy and what if Jon doesn't even like it?

Jon on the other hand wants to be cynical. His first coping mechanism was pretend the things he was afraid of weren't real and goddam if he isn't afraid of love. It didn't really work to him so far so it's easy to pretend he doesn't care. But he is a romantic at heart. He saw love and he read about it and he has enough evidence that it is undeniable. And to be honest Jon was always to much a bunch of mushy feelings hidden in a grumpy (and bitter and afraid) trench coat. Dating Martin he has to hold himself so he isn't too much. He plays the grumpy unromantic guy at first. But he just can't stop giving flowers and planing dates (this is the guy that saw a theme park on a fear domain and considered how he wanted to take Martin to a romantic ferris whell date [until he discovered Martin was afraid of them]) and making all the silly things one does when in love.

TR: Martin is deep down very cynical about love but wants to/pretends to be a romantic and Jon is deep down very romantic but wants to/pretends to be cynical about love.

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[mccabesausenal]

always was, always will be Aboriginal land!!!

wow this is such a great sunday…

such a great sunday to not celebrate the invasion and mass killing of our country!

such a great day to go to protests if you can! (no judgment here i can’t)

such a great sunday to learn more about our first nations people and how they were before us!

[cloudyluun]

Private Show

Summary: Harry surprises you with VIP tickets to Sabrina Carpenter’s concert, making sure you have the time of your life, dancing, singing, and twirling you around like the perfect concert boyfriend. But when a fan starts filming, he blocks you from view, sending the broodiest glare at the camera to protect your moment together.

A/N: So, you know that viral video of Harry mean-mugging the camera at Sabrina Carpenter’s concert? Yeah. My brain immediately went “what if he was just protecting his girl?” And then this happened. Enjoy dancing, twirling, and protective boyfriend Harry in his full glory. 💖

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 

Mild crowd anxiety (Harry blocks you from attention)

Fans screaming his name

Protective, broody Harry

Harry twirling you like a rom-com protagonist

Sabrina Carpenter slaying as usual

Pure concert fluff with the tiniest bit of angst

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The night starts with screaming.

Not Harry’s, obviously—yours.

Because your boyfriend, the actual love of your life, just casually pulled two VIP passes out of his pocket like it’s no big deal.

“You’re joking.” Your eyes are so wide they might actually fall out of your skull.

Harry just smirks, swinging the lanyards in front of your face. “Do I look like I’m joking, love?”

“HARRY.” You grab his wrist, shaking him violently. “YOU GOT ME SABRINA CARPENTER TICKETS?!”

“Thought I’d surprise you,” he says, looking all smug and pleased with himself.

You launch yourself at him.

“I love you. I love you so much.” You press at least twenty rapid-fire kisses to his face, making him laugh as he tries (and fails) to dodge you.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. “You love me enough to forgive the fact that I’ll be working with her soon?”

Your brain short-circuits.

“You’re what?!”

He shrugs like it’s nothing. “We’ve got something in the works. Thought I’d get ahead of it and make sure my girl didn’t, y’know, leave me for her when it drops.”

Your scream could shatter glass.

And that’s how you end up in a private VIP booth, tucked away from the main crowd, watching Sabrina Carpenter take the stage with your ridiculously perfect boyfriend beside you.

Harry made sure you had the best view—not too close to the screaming fans who’d recognize him in seconds, but not too far that you couldn’t soak in every second of the performance.

From the very first note, you’re in heaven.

Harry is watching you more than the stage, his lips twitching in amusement as you scream along to every word, jump up and down, and nearly burst into flames from sheer excitement.

“I take it you’re enjoying yourself?” he teases, nudging your side.

“Shut up, I’m having a religious experience,” you say, barely able to breathe as you clutch his arm.

And then—because he’s the best boyfriend in existence—Harry joins in.

At first, he’s just swaying to the beat, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your hip. But then Vicious starts playing, and suddenly, he’s fully dancing with you.

Spinning you around. Dipping you dramatically. Letting you sing the lyrics directly into his face.

At one point, he twirls you and pulls you back against his chest, grinning against your ear. “Knew I made the right choice bringing you here.”

Your heart melts.

For once, no one is bothering him. No one is shoving a phone in his face, no one is screaming his name. It’s just you and him and the music.

Everything is perfect.

Until he notices the camera.

You don’t see it at first—too busy losing your mind over Sabrina hitting a ridiculous note—but you feel when Harry’s body tenses. His arm tightens around your waist, his stance shifts, and suddenly, he’s blocking you from view.

“Harry?” you mumble, looking up at him.

His jaw is tight, his eyes locked onto something in the crowd. You follow his gaze and—there.

A fan, holding their phone way too high, the camera clearly zoomed in on your booth.

And worse?

Other fans have noticed him.

You hear it—the whispers, the murmurs, the first few shouts of his name.

You wilt.

You love Harry. You love being with him. But sometimes, the attention is suffocating.

Harry knows this.

Which is why, instead of acknowledging the cameras, he does something so very Harry.

He glares.

Not just any glare—the glare. The one that shuts down the paparazzi. The one that makes fans go feral on Twitter.

The one that dares someone to keep filming.

His body shifts slightly, fully shielding you from view. His arm locks around you like a protective cage, his eyes locked onto the camera like a silent warning.

You bite your lip. “You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” he murmurs.

And just like that, the phone lowers.

Harry doesn’t relax until the attention moves on, the crowd shifting back to the stage. Then—only then—does he turn back to you.

“You okay, love?” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nod, exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I just… I hate when they do that. This is supposed to be our moment.”

Harry hums, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple. “I know. That’s why I’m here.”

Your heart clenches.

And suddenly, nothing else matters.

The music swells, Sabrina launches into Nonsense, and Harry—your ridiculous, perfect, protective boyfriend—grins at you.

Then, without warning, he grabs your hands and starts twirling you again.

“Harry—”

“C’mon, love,” he teases, pulling you flush against him. “We’ve got a show to enjoy.”

And so you do.

Maybe the world will analyze the videos of Harry Styles looking all broody at a Sabrina Carpenter concert. Maybe fans will freak out over his intense glare.

But they won’t know the real reason behind it.

They won’t know he did it for you.

And that’s all that matters.

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Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate any support so remember to comment, reblog, & like ❤️‍🔥

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[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (15/19)

DanandPhilGAMES Comeback

[holyjost]

Luke Prokop scores his first AHL goal with the Milwaukee Admirals (making him the first openly gay AHL goal scorer, for those keeping track)

[machetelanding]

[cbmagus49]

[courfee]

it's been exactly a year since the last chapter of Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule and I still miss it. This scene is probably one of my favourite things I've ever written and I've wanted to draw it for forever, so now seemed like an appropriate time

[stachesainzcore]

LANDO CALLED HIM CARLITOS🥺😭

CARLOS SAINZ via Lando Norris' instagram

[chocostrwberry]

Yo! How ya doin'?

Anyway, I'm so curious about what would be Luka's relationship with anyone who isn't Marinette in your AU. Does anyone thinks that be is gloomy and dark?

[artemispt]

https://www.instagram.com/p/DD8jtk7u06b/

I haven’t seen this going around, but it’s more content from the Mexico dinner to add to that pic that was posted. If you swipe to the second slide, there’s a short clip of Lando and Carlos giving a speech! They look so sweet.

What a Christmas gift 🥹 Look at them 🥰