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This is the only tiktok you'll ever need, I've made about 13 of these and I'm not stopping anytime soon

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If you had a child by choice, you:

signed up for an autistic child

signed up for a trans child

signed up for a lgbq+ child

signed up for a mentally ill child

signed up for a disabled child

signed up for a child with "conditions"

signed up for a rebellious child

signed up for a kid. in any way, shape, or form of being, it's your child, and you signed up for it.

And you are not:

the victim in any of these fucking situations for gods sake

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whoop there it is

denisvileneuve

There is a reason this is the last scene in which Okoye appears before the credits roll. It speaks volumes about the power black women possess. Seeing anyone, let alone a black man, submit to a black woman on screen in this way is a rarity.

Gurira thinks the message in that scene is vital for everyone, especially women and girls.

“You expect to use your love for me and our love for each other to actually get me to betray my nation, and I would kill you first. I love that,” she said. “I think women don’t often get to portray that sort of nobility and that sort of integrity, especially [choosing that] over their love.” – Danai Gurira on The Scene™

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aryastarks

“If I don’t remember who I am, then who’s to say I’m not a princess or a duchess or a whatever she is… Right?”

alphabetatoes

Astrid giving her ex-husband their apartment to stay in one of her 14 other apartment BUILDINGS and then letting him know that he’ll see their son when their son wants to see his father?

a POWER MOVE

Telling him he could never be something he never was? A man?

FINISH HIM

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deejay

Relog if you need this energy

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slimdaddymbaku

Just one of these checks could change my life ,

comolaflor13

I cry every time🌹🌹🌹

benafflecks

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.