Meegs’ Bakery

Beware!

Armin: Hey Eren, what do you want to eat?

Eren’s inner Titan: The souls of the Titans.

Eren: A bagel.

Eren’s inner Titan: NO!

Eren: Two bagels.

This called me out of being sarcastic in Urdu in a way I didn’t ask

“Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, if first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.”

— Love in Translation by Lauren Collins from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016   (via waltzingwithmidnight)

slytherin, a story.

we know.

we know there’s so much deeper to a slytherin than just snarky remarks and a jab of an insult. we know there’s a million more walls to fight through before we reach the core, the shielded fire of a slytherin; their heart, burning in ferocity as they take pride in everything they do.

we know that slytherins hold their head up high, never letting their guard down because they don’t know what they’ll do if someone taunts them, letting them make a fool of themselves.

because slytherins are just as heartless as we are; doing anything for the ones they love. they play within the rules, never bending or breaking them because they promised themselves that they will do what’s right for themselves after being ridiculed, shamed and left hanging.

because being a slytherin means working your ass off to achieve what you want, the swell of pride in your stomach after seeing your plan move with perfection.

being a slytherin means to be sharp and fast on your feet, quick and speedy and ready to run, run, run. because all you ever do is hide from the monsters and pray that someone else will slay them for you. because you are still a normal human being.

but being a slytherin means bending or breaking one of your precious rules to help out a friend, to make them happy because you are loyal and you pick your friends wisely.

because being a slytherin means being a bitch and dropping the people who are toxic in your lives. because you know that you deserve better.

being a slytherin means that you are the person people go to when they’re in need of a fighter, a person who doesn’t back down from danger because you will protect them because you are fierce and you will not back down from a challenge if it’s for someone you care for.

being a slytherin means ending the relationship first or never starting it at all because you don’t want to feel weak, you don’t want to cry when everything finishes. because you’d rather feel nothing than lose everything.

because a slytherin is sharp clothing, tight jeans and a wicked smirk, but it is also a fierce longing for everyone you care for to be safe. an ambition to keep your rules straight and to abide them so your life isn’t messy and it’s organized and neat.

because being a slytherin means sacrificing your own feelings to watch your beloved be happy, careful to overstep because you don’t want to lose something you never had in the first place.

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stop shaming people for being passionate about the things that they love. stop mocking people for having unusual interests. like, honestly, i'm so tired of feeling embarrassed for being "too much". if being too much means having deep interests that fill my life with romanticism and excitement, then let me be!!! i'd much rather listen to anyone ranting about their latest obsession with 16th century swords than have a boring ordinary conversation with those who shame passionate people

Hey guys, I don't usually post this kind of stuff but I really need your help.

My brother Ollie and his partner are trans and were recently kicked out of their home because their landlord wanted to give it to her lazy spoiled son instead. Right now they're literally living in their work office and they really need somewhere to live

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Sadly me 🥰

Tom: Hey guys, Harry and I just got back from a fun run.

Harry: Fun run? Auror were in pursuit for 16 blocks.

Tom: Great cardio.

His name was George Nkencho. This should not have happened. Don't let this go. Say his name.

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