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[thrillerflies]

im going on here, not from a place of parasocialness or just hatred because of who she is dating, but because I need to vent about the Maddie Simpson issue and something that's been bothering me.

Before I start, I want to make it crystal clear that I DO NOT simply hate her because she is dating Jaafar. I would also never go as far as making fun of her looks for that simple fact. My distaste lies in her political and moral views. I do not believe in the genocide of innocents, and I wholeheartedly support Palestine. If you don't agree with this, then, it's obvious this post or my page isn't for you and I hope you rethink some things. Maddie is a zionist, and that goes against all I believe. THAT is why I do not like her.

ANYWAYS

I saw a tweet/post recently that has really bugged me:

I'm guessing this is one of the main posts people refer to when discussing the way Maddie interacts with "fans." Now, I am not able to 100% verify this is her, but she is very active in her comment sections, and the response is ignorant enough.

It is true a lot can change in just under three years and lots of education can take place. But what bothers me is this excuse of "I am different," "I have changed," "that was blank years ago," is such an overused excuse, and in my eyes, is just extremely invalid, especially considering the times we live in.

Education is at our fingertips. Resources and the ability to research has never been more accessible than now.

I might can be more understandable if you are going from a child to a teen, maybe a little less if you're a teenager to adult.

But that's not the case here.

Three years ago, Maddie would have been 26. A whole-ass adult, 26-years-old. Not some stupid pre-teen or some dumb young adult.

26.

That's what I am so stuck up on. You are so grown and absolutely fucking know better, especially because this has been such a prevelant issue, even three years ago.

ALSO!!

In my eyes, admitting this seems like you are also insinuating that, even as a grown adult, you lack the ability to think for yourself and do not possess critical thinking skills. You blindly pick a side before ever educating yourself on the subject.

ALSO!!

The issue has existed for years. It didn't just appear over-night. Innocent lives have been lost at the hands of a true tragedy for YEARS, including three years ago. It has ALWAYS been wrong. So what information, or "education," as she says, has appeared that just didn't exist three years ago? It is such bullshit, and I am tired of this excuse.

Why would you ever support a side of an issue without educating yourself first? That is such a shallow, hollow, shell of a person. And the genocide of Palestine has always been harrowing, I don't understand how any person could think it's justified, let alone a 26-year-old one at that.

Also, she says she has changed but I saw this tweet as well:

(This man posts pro-Zionist, Israel propaganda almost daily btw!)

Makes you question just what kind of education took place, right? Clearly, not enough.

Also, I want to address another issue I feel like people typically avoid when talking about Maddie's political views: Jaafar's political views.

I, personally, believe that the people you willingly surround yourself around with are, in some way, a reflection of who you are. One way or another.

I do think you can be friends with people who have differing political views. Of, course, it is important to understand what an opinion is. Like ice cream flavor or what kind of restaurant your town needs.

Let me make this clear: basic human rights are NOT things to have an opinion on. Simple.

So I could never stand for something and advocate for an issue and then turn around and marry someone who goes against everything I stand for. I am not only turning my back on myself, but I am also betraying the very people I claim to care so much about.

I know some people have said that Jaafar has posted pro-Palestine posts on a supposed Facebook page of his:

But just recently, Jaafar has spoken out on Twitter and said that he actually doesn't have Facebook.

It again, makes it obvious that they both know more of what's going on than they are speaking on, yet it is radio silent.

It causes me to question what kind of person he truly is underneath it all.

ANYWAYS, got carried away, but this has seriously been bugging me. Don't excuse someone because they're with someone you think is hot. Don't excuse someone because you think they're hot. Food for thought!

Not only is she posting her support, she's also posting a link to get YOU to also support!! Have all your friends also recieved the same education as you did three years ago?

What about the hungry, dying children, Maddie?

[cinamonvanilla]

My Girl

pairing: Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader (use of Y/N) warning: N/A genre: secret lovers word count: 1,402 proofread: nope requests: open synopsis: you and jaafar have kept your relationship hidden and fairly private with his new rise into stardom, but one slip up reveals everything

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ✎﹏﹏𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 when Jaafar offered you a spot to join him on his latest press tour, not like he gave much of a choice any way. He practically begged you, everything but getting on his knees. To him, you were his comfort person, the firm, solid being that he looked towards whenever he felt shy or nervous or in need of being grounded and needed reassurance. His hand easily finding yours in moments of uncertainty, eyes scanning for comfort, body staying close for familiarity.

So you knew you would never say no to him. However, in your mind, you envisioned press tours as being more glamorous than what reality had laid out before you. In truth, it was days upon days filled with interviews and appearances. And today was no different.

You two were actually at Jaafar's third interview of the day, across the city from the second. It was a long, exhausting day to say the least, but any where with Jaafar couldn't be that dreadful to you.

You two were like two peas in a pod, inseparable. However, once Jaafar seemingly became spotlighted overnight, the privacy of your relationship also became a glowing question and concern for you. Thus, you mutually agreed to keep things under wraps.

it wasn't like Jaafar was hiding you away or was ashamed. God, that couldn't be further from the truth. The boy was wrapped around your finger. It's just people knew who you were, just not what you were, to Jaafar, or your relationship to him, per se.

So here you sat, in a chair just off set of where Jaafar sat on a brown, cushioned couch, face lit up from the stage lights and smile brightly gleaming in front of the camera. He was patiently waiting for the interviewer to start, yet again, another seemingly-interrogating interview.

This interview, however, was different compared to the two previous ones. It was being live-streamed on their YouTube channel, and with a quick look on your phone, there was easily millions of viewers tuning in, just as you are.

"Quiet everyone," someone, whom you presume to be a producer of some sort, shouts to signal the beginning of the interview.

You knew how nervous Jaafar was at the beginning, having not yet melted away the uneasiness. Looking up from your phone, his eyes already are on you, his face softening once you two make contact.

"You got this," you mouth, shooting up a reassuring thumbs-up, Jaafar smiling gently and nodding in response.

What would that boy do without you?

You notice how quiet the environment is around you so suddenly, so you focus your attention onto the made-up set before you. The interviewer does their usual introduction to their channel, thanking the viewers and going through the timeline of events to follow. Then, they introduce their guest, Jaafar.

It's like magic watching how he immediately zones in and all the nerves visibly melt away. He's such a natural, it boggles your mind how he gets so shy at sudden moments or needs the amount of assurance and encouragement from you that he gets. Or maybe he just likes it because it's from you. Either way, Jaafar was right where he needed to be and was thriving.

"Thanks so much for joining us today, Jaafar," the interviewer urges.

"Thanks so much for having me."

The interview moves smoothly with a pretty basic range of questions, but you could tell Jaafar was enjoying himself and was comfortable. The questions ranged from movie insights, favorite songs, to even the process of becoming his character.

Now, though, you could tell the interview seemed to be coming to an end, after about nearly an hour or two. Or so you think.

Everything appeared to be wrapping up seamlessly, but the interviewer suddenly asks what Jaafar is most excited to do first thing once filming wraps up.

"What's something you're really looking forward to once filming concludes?"

Without even thinking, especially with feeling so comfortable, Jaafar answers, "Probably taking my girl out-"

Jaafar freezes, a shocked smile stuck on his lips for a split second before faltering, realization settling in.

Both of your heads shoot up and eyes widen, your jaw practically needing to be lifted up off the floor.

You try not to die from embarrassment as the crew start smiling and sharing whispers.

Jaafar's face immediately burns with a rosy color as he becomes speechless.

Silence.

The interviewer immediately perks up and you can tell the interview is far from over.

"Oh?" they playfully check their papers and questions. "Your girl?"

Jaafar quickly readjusts himself from the spill and scrambles for an answer. You have to cover your mouth to stop your giggling from being picked up by the huge, all-hearing boom mic that looms over the set. His eyes dart to you and the look alone told you, you were dead.

"Um, looking forward to a good dinner," he deadpans, so not playing it off. He coughs awkwardly and squirms in his seat.

The rest of the interview is Jaafar unsuccessfully trying to recover while the interviewer keeps sneaking in questions like, "So what does your girlfriend think about that?" and "Will she be joining you?"

Once the interview officially ends, and the blowing-up live stream ends, flowing with questions and rumors, Jaafar jumps from the hot seat and finds you, face hot with blush.

"You should've saved me up there," he dramatically whines, pinching your side playfully, a learned sign of endearment.

"What? I should've just jumped right on there?" you joke.

The look on Jaafar's face, as if that's exactly what he wanted, makes you laugh even more.

"I looked so stupid," Jaafar complains once more, covering his face with his hands and burrowing there.

You place your hands on his, gently peeling them away and tangling your fingers together.

"I mean, I thought you looked pretty cute," you shrug. "Cute when you pout, too."

Jaafar's face softens up, rolling his eyes bashfully, and a warm smile replaces his pout. His eyes scan yours and you, once more, can see the anxiety oozing off of him.

"Can't imagine what the live replies were like." "Just as interested as the interviewer, trust," you reassure, recalling the countless comments asking for a reveal, a collab, and teasing Jaafar.

"I can't believe it just slipped out like that, though," you exclaim.

"You know I'm a terrible liar. I really am looking forward to taking you out," Jaafar answers honestly.

"Your girl?"

"You know you're my girl," he earnestly speaks, dropping your hand beside him and swinging hands as you two begin to exit the building to the car. He bumps your shoulder teasingly.

You two walk in comfortable silence after the chaos subdues.

"I really do want to take you out somewhere nice, though, once we're done here," Jaafar breaks, looking down at you lovingly. "I don't care if people know. I'm so proud to be with you."

"I'm gonna hold you to this," you threaten, staring up at him as his face is painted with pure infatuation. "I feel really lucky, you know?"

"I know exactly what you mean," he replies, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your hair, guiding you outside to the car.

"How many news articles do you think we'll see of us tonight?" you joke.

Jaafar rolls his eyes and a slight pout returns. "Please do not remind me. Can't wait to see the timeline of events laid out for me."

"Imagine we do an instagram live at our dinner," you add, just to get under his skin. "Babe, there would be no dinner." You dramatically thump his chest as you two enter the car, heading back to your hotel for the evening.

Jaafar laughs and takes your hand in his, kissing your forehead. "You know I'm teasing you. Nothing can keep me away from you."

"Even an Instagram live Q/A?'

After a long pause, "I guess not even that."

You fake gasp in shock. "You guess?"

"Babe, can you please just end this conversation on a cute note before I smother you and get canceled?"

You roll your eyes, but Jaafar ignores it and pulls you into him, you resting your head as you stare out the window, already imagining what romantic dinner Jaafar so readily had planned, itching with anticipation.

And knowing Jaafar as well as you did, you would not be disappointed.