Okay But I Need The Backstory To This Immediately.

"God is America"- oh wow okay Shakespeare.

everyone in the world is either a democrat or a republican. everyone in the whole wide world is a democrat and a republican and america is the largest and most populous country in the world and america is easily the most culturally diverse country in the world because the middle class white people in my state (like a little country) are very different than the middle class white people over there (another little country, once more called a "state") and you could never understand how bad it is in america, the main country in the world. where are you from again? it's bad in america and america is bad but the way that america is run is the only way a country could possibly be run unfortunately. i don't like it but it's the only right way for a country to be run and you don't get it because the main victims of the main country are all here and you aren't. where are you from again? they never told me about that place. i don't think you get that real people live in america. probably because you're a republican. real people live in america and real people are hurt by america but what can you do? god said america has to be like this. god said this because god is real so god is american. you don't get it because you're over there and we're all here in america, the realest country in the world. where are you from again? how can you talk like this with what's happening in america? you're a democrat, right? where are you from again? my country is so large it stretches over yours and presses down hard. it's not my fault that they never told me about that place. my country covers the world. you don't understand how bad this will be for real people in the real world, the first world, the only world. they never told me—where in america are you from again?

I love them both so much ugh how can I choose between gothic cunty mommy and punk rock ripped siri?

SIRIUS BLACK VS BELLATRIX BLACK

Look we all know how this turns out in the books however…

Vote for YOUR favourite character at this very moment in time.

“i killed sirius black… yippee!”

sorry

{{ sirius fanart by @.lunopal_ bellatrix art by @.cutegirlsart }}

6ft, taller than James, tattooed leather-jacket clad pretty Boy Sirius needs to make a comeback again

People are joining the prongsfoot shipping corner just to give Sirius the same traits he is getting in fanon wolfstar 😃 amazing. Love that for me 😃

You know what's really screwed up about Eren's confession to Armin in the end? He admits to Armin that he knew only 20% of the human population would be saved, that 80% would perish, and even knowing that, he still went ahead and enacted the Rumbling. He knew the conflict wouldn't be solved, or ended, by enacting the Rumbling, because he knew the future, and knew that he wouldn't succeed in wiping out the entirety of humanity beyond the walls. He knew by enacting the Rumbling, he would only worsen the conflict and ensure its continued existence. He knew, in the end, that he was in fact dooming Paradis, not saving it. And he did it anyway. He did what he wanted anyway. That's why Armin gets so upset and angry at him, why he asks him so emphatically "why?", because he realizes what Eren is saying, what he's confessing to being. If anyone ever had any doubt, or actually thought Eren did it to save Paradis or the Eldian's or his friends, his confession to Armin at the end unequivocally proves otherwise. Eren did it because he wanted to. Because he wanted to see the sight of an empty, desolate world. That's what ultimately broke Eren, having to be faced with the truth of his own monstrosity. He couldn't hide from it, even as he initially lies to Armin and tries to tell him he did it to save his friends. Eren was a monster. Tragic for how he genuinely cared about his friends, genuinely loved them, but he couldn't put them over his own, selfish desires, and couldn't overcome his own, horrendous nature. Eren is a cautionary tale too, for what happens when we persecute others, and blame others and collectively punish others for things they didn't do. Eventually, it leads to someone gaining power who shouldn't have it. An idiot like Eren, a child like Eren. He never matured as a human being. He never grew. He retained the selfishness of a child to the very end. And we see then what a person like Eren does with that power. Truly terrifying.

when season 3 is just 8 hours of gihun and inho having possessive feral hate sex all over that fuckass island starting on the front man's leather chair

Especially Bartemius Crouch Jr that man is creepy as hell bro

if you have a deep hatred for umbridge while loving canonical death eaters, you should ask yourself why is that <3

Please don't cancel me for this take...

Just saw a post where someone was saying, " well, apparently, most of the time I've seen canon lovers hating on jeg*lus shippers were literally tomarry shippers themselves. TOMARRY??!! That's insane, I thought they only consumed canon exclusive content? Then why are they-" blah blah blah mate have you even READ harry potter books ? Harry was practically drooling over young hot asf 40s Tom. Some quotes regarding his looks were slightly insane and a bit gay, I thought I was reading some freaky toxic yaoi shit but then I realized "oh wait, that's canon!"

"fuck, marry, kill- james potter, sirius black and peter pettigrew" would be the most popular game amongst the girls in their year

Bidrohi- Rebellion, written by Late Kazi Nazrul Islam, our national poet of Bangladesh.

The students of Bangladesh are dedicating this to the brave martyr "Shaheed Abu Sayed," killed from the gunshot of a police officer in Bangladesh at the mass quota reform student protest.

Bravo you cry,

Say hold your head high

Before my head, bows peaks of Himalayas

"Bravo" are your cries.

Your cries hails piercing skies and universes

Travels beyond moons and suns and galaxies

Piercing the earths and the heavens

Challenging the seat "throne" of the Almighty.

It raises in eternal wonder among World's destinies

On my forehead glows the angry God's emblem of victories.

"Bravo" are your cries.

I am who holds head high.

I am eternally wild, arrogant, and barbarian.

I am the dancer of the great cataclysm, I am cyclone, I am destruction.

I am the great fear, I am curse of the universe.

I am unsparing.

I destroy everything

I am chaotic, unchained.

I defy all rules, all laws and chains.

I do not follow any rule,

I sink a filled boat, I am torpedo, I am profane, I am wafting mine.

I am a God with untidy hairdo, or Goddess with untied hairs,

a sudden tempest of early summers.

I am rebel, I am rebel son of this world & universe

"Bravo" are your cries.

I am who holds head high.

I am rainstorm, I am hurricane,

I destroy everything that comes in my way.

I am dance crazy beat.

I dance at my will, I am life's free upbeat.

I am the night tune, I am dark dramatist, I am mystic strain

I am poignant agitation, caper and dance,

I surprise as I walk down the way

I prance as I sway

I am excited night melody.

I do whatever my heart desires

Wrestle with death, embrace enemies.

I am epidemic, I am fear of the land

I am tyrant ruler, for slaughter I am ever restless.

"Bravo" are your cries.

I am who holds head high.

I am indomitably naughty forever,

I am irrepressible, my cup of life is always and eternally full with liquor.

I am the pyres of sacrificial rites, I am devout meditator, I devour fire.

I am sacrificial fire, I am the priest father, I am the ultimate fire.

I am the creation, I am destruction, I am habituation, I am crematorium.

I am the conclusion, I am the darkest salvation.

I am son of queen of goddesses, moon in my hand & sun on my forehead.

On my one hand is tender flute of cane and on the other a war trumpet.

I am the one with blue throat, relieve pains of lover by drinking virulent.

I am the one with untidy knotted hairlocks, I hold unchained streams of Ganges.

"Bravo" are your cries.

I am the one who holds head high.

I am ascetic, the musician.

I am prince, my royal robe is pale saffron.

I am Bedouin, I am Chenghiz.

I worship none other but me.

I am thunder, I am the great universal sound of northeast.

I am the ornament of the burning Islamic angel, the mighty blast.

I am the musical instrument of the destroyer, the staff of the upholder of the truth.

I am the eternal circlet and the primary musical instrument-the great conch,

I am the primeval cry of the gong.

I am an eccentric ascetic and a disciple of a great saint.

I am the conflagration, shall burn the entire planet.

I am the ecstatic laughter of delight,- I am a terror-believer of iconoclasm.

I am the great gobbler of the twelve suns during the great cataclysm.

I am sometimes calm, sometimes wild, terribly disorderly.

I am the glowing blood of the youth, humble pride of the destiny.

I am violet gust of a storm, I am delightful wave of ocean

I am brilliance, I am radiant elegance.

I am sound of surging waters, sways of rolling waves!

I am unbridled hairs of a maiden whose big eyes flash with fires.

I am uncontrolled romance of a maid of sixteen, blessed as in paradise.

I am unquiet mind of a sad maid,

I am in breasts of a widow as her sobs and sighs.

I am the swindled pain of the gypsies, eternal homeless traveler.

I am the extreme pain of the humiliated, the burning sensation of poison,

the anguish of the dejected lover.

I am the vanity of the eternally distressed soul's grief, deeply entrenched pain.

Sudden-kiss-hidden-shivers, I am the trembling- quivering frail first touch of a woman.

I am the sudden glance of secret lover who by deception meets for moments.

I am the love of a lively girl, the jingles of her bangles.

I am the eternal child, youth forever

I am village maid afraid of adolescence, the scratch of veil on shoulder.

I am northern blizzard, fading fire, saddened eastern breeze.

I am the strains of a traveler poet, his cane flute's wheeze.

I am an eager thirst of summer, I am the scorching midday Sun.

I am cascading desert stream, I am soothing shadowy tone.

I rush in euphoric joys, its insane, I am insane

I suddenly discovered myself, unchained are my chains.

I am the rise, I am the fall, I am the alertness of unconscious mentality.

I am the sign on the gate of the world, the triumphant flag of humanity.

I rush forward clapping alike the storm traversing the heaven and this territory.

I ride the mighty energetic drunk flying horse of the Hindu & Islamic mythology.

I am a volcano on the bosom of the earth, the wild fire, the divine conflagration.

I am a burning rock in the hell-its wail-call-clamorous agitation.

I fly with speed of lightning, leaping in exultation.

I suddenly generate terror in seven worlds, initiate earthquake and undulation.

I clasp the head of mythological cobra of Hindus.

I clasp the blazing wings of the Christian consul.

I am the son of God, I am restless.

I am lewd, I tear with my teeth the bosom veil of mother earth.

I am the flute of the ancient Greek charmer

I calm the turbulent oceans.

I kiss sleep to entire world and draw them in slumber.

In strains of flute I endear

I am the cane flute of the Hindu universal lover.

When I become angry, I traverse beyond galaxies.

Defeating hell of Hindus and trampling the quivering infernos of Muslims.

I am the emissary of rebellions, bring message of revolt to earth from skies.

I am floods-torrential.

I sometimes enrich earth sometime wreck devastation.

I shall snatch from the God's bust the epitomes of wealth and erudition.

I am injustice, I am shooting star, I am evil luck.

I am blazing comet, poisonous deadly snake head.

I am the headless goddess, I am bring destruction and war .

I sit in inferno of hell and smile like an innocent flower.

I am soft as clay, I am conscious,

I am ageless, immortal, eternal, I am ceaseless.

I am terror of humans, demons & gods,

I am, in this world, eternally unconquerable.

I am God of gods, the eternal truth

I dance and trample the heaven, hell and earth.

I am insane, I am insane.

I discovered myself, unchained my chains.

I am the cruel axe of the fundamental man.

I shall bring peace by relieving this world of war thirsty clans.

I am the plough of the avatar of cultivation.

I uproot the sub-ordination from this world with ease in joys of new constitution.

I am the great rebel now weary of crusades

I shall rest only on that day,

When the wails of the oppressed will not echo in skies and airs.

When the battlefields do not echo the jingles of warring sabres.

The great rebel now weary of crusades

I shall rest only on that day!

I am rebellion saint who edges footprints on chest of the God who is sleepy.

I tear away the chest of the whimsical Almighty.

I am the eternal brave rebel.

I raise above all, my head forever high, all alone.

The translation may not be great, but it is an amazing poem which raged fire within the British Government settlers in India.

"Bidrohi" is a popular revolutionary Bengali poem and the most famous poem written by Kazi Nazrul Islam in December 1921. Originally published in several periodicals, the poem was first collected in October 1922 in a volume titled Agnibeena: the first anthology of Nazrul's poems.

yeah ykw I'm sold on this

An art commission for Sirius x Bellatrix

You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers.

Be with me always! Take any form, bring me to the same end! Two people share one dead body, till Death do us together!