Whatchu Mean By Marylene Brainrot?

6 students murdered by Bangladesh Awami League polices. One was a girl who was only 16 and she didn't even pass her teenage years!

Why? Because their only fault was protesting against the fascist government. The students aren't asking for too many things, they are asking to be free, they are fighting for their existence, they are protesting against the awful quota system of Bangladesh. And now they are paying with their blood. The students of Bangladesh are trying to protest peacefully but the Chaatro League keeps ambushing them. The Dhaka city, capital of Bangladesh, is now drenched and soaked with the blood of the youth.

A famous quote by Bangladeshi Novelist Zahir Rayhan, "We will be double in the next spring!" - targeted toward the polices whom had thrown brave students into prisons.

In Bangladesh's history, students have always protested against the imperial regime, brutal government, cruel settlers in order to earn their basic human rights. And every time, they had to pay with their blood.

History is repeating itself again. Bangabandhu had once said- "You cannot stop millions of Bengali if you anger them!"

His daughter, sheikh Hasina, is doing the opposite thing.

Bangladesh's Facebook, Instagram feed is now full of students protesting, dying or getting brutally beaten to death. It almost seems like something which came out from a horror movie!

30 Million people fought and sacrificed their lives for the freedom of Bangladesh just to see the Bangladesh government oppressing their own nation's people 50 years later.

Justice shall prevail again. No matter what

Please reblog my posts, it isn't going to cost you any money. Copy my words and paste them into twitter. World needs to hear what kind of brutal dictator Sheikh Hasina really is. She is no different than Netanyahu.

Unedited picture of The sky on July, 15, 2024. Location- Dhaka. Painted blood red, reminiscing the sacrifice of innocent students of Bangladesh. As if the sky knows the helpless screams and plead of the martyred students' families. As if the sky is alerting the nation that justice is one the way. Who knows ?!

they call mary the ribbon girl because she walks the tightrope with satin in her teeth and blood in her shoes, bows tied at her wrists like shackles, ankles bound in silk like a gift someone forgot to open. she’s all glitter and spit and half-laughter, more bruises than skin. the circus calls her a marvel. the posters say delicate. the men in the front row say please. she just grins, pink tongue flashing, and says nothing. her hands shake when she climbs the ladder but you’d never know it. they only see the ribbons. they only ever see the ribbons.

backstage smells like piss and sawdust and sugar gone sour. she sews the bows onto her thighs like armor, like decoration, like camouflage. there’s meat in the freezer that doesn’t belong to any animal. her dressing room door doesn’t lock anymore. the bearded lady went missing two weeks ago and no one talks about it. she paints her lips red and sharpens her teeth on the mirror’s edge. she says fuck grace and bites the ringmaster’s hand when he touches her shoulder. he doesn’t touch her again. smart man. or maybe just scared. she eats her dinner raw now. eats it slow. like she wants it to scream.

in the ring she spins like a weapon wrapped in velvet. a boy in the second row throws a rose and she catches it with her mouth. spits the stem out into the dirt and keeps walking. her ribbon slips, just a little. someone sees the scar beneath it and claps louder. they always clap louder. freak, they whisper. miracle. monster. miracle. she thinks they’re all synonyms anyway. she waves, bows, smiles. someone else goes missing that night.

the next morning, her lipstick is smeared and there’s blood on her sheets and the lion won’t stop snarling. she hums a lullaby with ribbons in her hair and fingers sticky with marrow. the posters say nothing. the posters never say anything at all.

The OG punk rock couple. If they were real, I KNOW for sure that they would've held the title for the most hottest couple edits ever.

Not to push the blackinnon agenda, but you all are missing out cause they would have been iconic

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Credit: @shedrewthehallelujah

Bangladesh Students League (BSL), student wing of Bangladesh Awami League, the ruling party, has attacked the protesters who were protesting against the discriminatory quota system. More than 400 students were injured.

HE WANTS THAT COOKIE SO BAD BRUHHH

inho staring at gihun like he wants to eat him out and gihun looking at his lips constantly

the director had to have written that into the script like there is no way that lee jung-jae and lee byung-hun just decided to do that multiple times throughout several episodes

Sirius Black would love the Joker

Let’s establish something. James Potter is a Marvel nerd. NOT a fan of DC.

As long as Kittywater is not called kittystar, I'm chilling with it.

(still salty starchaser means Jegulus. Star has always been Sirius, so that's what I thought it was? why would you make it so confusing? It's also funny cause the younger sibling just stole from the older one, like damn, this really is Regulus core)

Hot Walburga Black is canon in my head because where else Sirius got that haughty good looks from except her?

Can we agree as a fandom that every peer of Sirius and Regulus had a crush on Walburga Black???? That woman was lethal!!! She walked next to someone, and they probably fainted!!! She smelled sooo gooood!!!!!! They all thought she was veela!!!!! Her eyes were rumored to pierce souls!!!!

James swallowed dry spit every time he saw Walburga.

Peter started to mutter to himself poetry.

Remus blushed crazyy pink.

Mary found out she liked girls.

Lily started to sniff the air unconsciously.

Marlene manifested to sleep with her.

Barty jr had her as the standard of beauty.

Dorcas would pay money to come to Regulus' house.

Pandore was caught sneaking in on the said house.

Evans forgot to close his gaping mouth.

Sirius and Regulus wanted to kill themselves and them