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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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AnasAbdin
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@nipsus
october 31st to november 1st
after a long week of sküle, george glass kicks back with a tropical smüthie from dennys
One day you’ll have to answer to the Lord.
Under capitalism, we are all the April Fool
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
asleep
“jij en ik”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
a new chapter for my hogwarts ghost fic! finally!! its a bit late, a bit longer, and i’m preparing this for halloween ooOO0OOo00OO0oo
Hozier’s comment section is everything I wanted it to be
ok but can we talk about the fact that noah is just casually carrying a mug to school like imagine being that extra
Yup!!! Nothing to look here, just casually walking to class with a MUG.
“hallo noah lijkt net op een tekenleraar mrt zn focking mok en die papieren wat een loser wil hem doen“
a reaction from ‘s’ on the offical skam nl page
“hello noah looks just like an art teacher with his fucking mug and those papers what a loser i’d do him”
skam nl making me proud <3 yesterday almost 100.000 people watched it on tv as opposed to 30.000 3 weeks ago!!!
“protect your willy”
seriously
SKAM NL?? so good!!
girl squad?? amazing.
Janna??? Gay.
everyone???so soft.
i am?? in love.
hotel??trivago
this was so brutal im struggling to understand how narcissa didnt just turn to dust right here
I love a sassy Potter.
the reason harry never used avada kadavra was because he doesn’t need magic to murder people on the spot
It’s officially wear a sweater in the morning and regret it later, weather.
ok but that was the funniest thing any skam has ever done