^^^^^ EXACTLY!

“i should be studying” BUT THE INDIAN ARMY SAID BOOM 💥 SO NOW I’M HAVING A NATIONALISTIC MELTDOWN INSTEAD

I know I’m supposed to be studying right now. My end-semester exams are breathing down my neck, and my notes are lying open in front of me, untouched for the past two hours. But how am I expected to focus—how is anyone expected to focus—when the Indian Army just conducted Operation Sindoor?

bro. BRO. THE NAME. “Sindoor.” Not just a military op, but an emotional uppercut to avenge the widows of the Pahalgam attack?? That’s not warfare, that’s poetic justice with a side of ballistic missiles and I’m LIVING FOR IT!!!!!!!

Indian Army: conducts precision strikes on nine terrorist-linked targets in PoK Me: sobbing, saluting, punching the air, knocking over my coffee mug, failing my exams but winning at patriotism.

Pakistan: threatens retaliation Global community: nervous peace noises Me: holding my tricolor and vibrating like a Nokia in 2003

and now I have 3 tabs open:

notes I’m not reading

wikipedia page on Operation Sindoor

my rapidly deteriorating sanity

I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling. A kind of sharp, defiant pride. It’s not bloodlust. It’s not warmongering. It’s the feeling that someone finally said: enough. That justice, or at least something close to it, wasn’t just spoken about in parliamentary debates or editorials—but enacted, precisely, purposefully.

I should be memorising case laws right now. But my thoughts are with a widow somewhere in Pahalgam, who might have woken up today to the name “Operation Sindoor” echoing through the news. I hope it brought her something—solace, recognition, maybe even a sliver of closure. I hope it meant something.

So yes, I will get back to studying. Eventually. But tonight, I needed to feel this. To witness this. To let it shake me a little. To cry a little, maybe. And to remember that sometimes, history happens right outside the margins of your syllabus—and you’re allowed to look up and watch.

I may flunk this semester but at least I’ll flunk it knowing India clapped back with strategic, emotionally devastating precision.

Sirius who very anxiously comes out to a very confused James who thought him and Remus were openly dating for like 3 years, while Sirius didn't even know Remus was gay and Remus himself was convinced James and Sirius were a thing.... anyway they're all idiots (affectionate)

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE A JEGULUS FIC WHERE ONE OF THEM OR BOTH OF THEM ARE LAWYERS PLEASE

The man chuckled. “Sure you do, mate. But in case you change your mind, I’m James Potter.” He held out a hand, and Regulus just stared at it for a moment before reluctantly shifting his briefcase to shake it. “Regulus Black.” James’s grin widened. “Black, huh? Fitting name. You look like you haven’t seen sunlight in years.” Regulus bristled, straightening his spine. “I’ve been busy.” “Right,” James said, unfazed by the sharpness in Regulus’s tone. “I hear the courtroom keeps vampires like you very busy. You’re a lawyer, yeah?” Regulus frowned. “How do you know that?“ “Everyone in the building knows. Mrs. Pevensie from 4C calls you the shark in a suit. You’re practically a legend.” “I’m not sure that’s meant as a compliment,” Regulus muttered.

at this point, it is probably safer for most women to leave the country because there's no way we're getting justice if this is what the courts themselves say. exactly why do they believe our bodies, our lives and our rights are not more important than the lives of cruel people?

society's evolving backwards here; we are pressured to get married and have babies to "ensure the survival of the family" but there is nothing that can help us or our possible daughters now.

Js heard that the Allahabad High Court said that grabbing a girl's breasts or breaking the string of her pajamas does not count as a grape attempt, and that the Supreme Court js paused that verdict.

WTF is wrong with the people in this country o_O

I have seen a lot of insanity from these courts. I’m not surprised just disappointed. They’re so useless 💩🖕🏻

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

books that completely broke me (that are relevant in light of current world politics) :

The book thief

The diary of Anne Frank

A thousand splendid suns

Kira-Kira

The handmaid’s Tale

Hunger Games Series

waiting for a james potter james bond au

When we said ‘James’, this was not the James we meant. 💀

(Not complaining tho xx)

birthday.

In honour of what would've been Regulus' 63rd birthday, here's a small one-shot. June 25th, 1975

Regulus never slept the night of his birthday.

Ever since Sirius let slip that Regulus was born at 4:44 am on the cool morning of 25th June 1961, Regulus always stayed awake to celebrate the moment he officially completed another year in solitude. Sirius tried to join him many times, but, after the fifth consecutive year when Regulus made it very clear that he did not want anyone with him at that moment, Sirius decided to wish his brother at exactly 4:46 am, giving Regulus two minutes to enjoy completing another year before he was smothered.

And Regulus loved it.

He loved how calm London was at the early hours of the morning. The glow of the lightbulbs weren't that much at Grimmauld Place, and it was probably the best place you could stargaze from. Even better, both his and Sirius' rooms had balconies where one could sit and watch the stars on end. Sometimes, Sirius would join him from his balcony, but most times, he would wait for Regulus to have his moment.

Regulus looked up again. The Leo constellation shone brightly in the sky, and it didn't take him much time to find the star he was named after. Regulus. A star from the lion constellation born into a family of snakes, traitors and blood-supremacists.

He wasn't sure how to feel about that.

The special clock struck once, reminding Regulus that there was just one more minute till he officially turned 14. Wow, he thought, this year went by really fast. He was finally growing into the Black genes, and it didn't go unnoticed that Regulus' Black's jawline had become more defined, his nose longer and the shadow of maturity rising in his features. Although he was slightly taken aback with that change one fine morning, he was glad, at least he looked as aristocratic and melancholic as he felt. And while third year was nice, third year was great, he looked forward to fourth year. Maybe Sirius would talk to him at Hogwarts too, now that neither of them were no longer children.

The clock struck twice. Thirty seconds.

Regulus traced his fingers over the small engraving on the railing and closed his eyes. That was the first time he had broken a rule -- he was around 5 or 6 at that time -- and for some reason, it was never noticed. It was his little secret, and he loved to keep it that way.

As it had happened on all his previous birthdays, tears began to pool in Regulus' eyes. Most of them were happy, this time, but it was more gratitude that he had lived another year. Gratitude for the friends he had. Gratitude for his experiences. Gratitude for having whoever he had, because had it not been for them, he would never have become the person he was.

The clock struck twice again. Ten seconds.

Regulus took a moment to take a deep breath. His tears were overwhelming him, but if there was one thing he hated, it was entering a new year with a tear-strained face. It was poetic, though. Every time he entered a new year, he entered it crying, just like he did when he came out of his mother's womb.

Thank you, he said over and over again, although he wasn't sure who. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for everything.

The clock struck thrice.

It was 4:44 am.

Regulus opened his eyes with a soft smile on his face. He felt a rush of excitement and joy course through his veins, just like every other year, but there was something special about this one. Regulus knew at that moment, although he didn't know how, that that year was going to be vastly different from what he had imagined. Something was going to happen, and it was going to change him forever. A grin formed on his face at that thought.

Looking up at the star he was named after, Regulus took another deep breath before uttering his next words.

"Happy birthday, Regulus."

bhai i am sitting here scrolling though tumblr instead of studying for saturday's board exam.

Friday and Saturday exams hai (theory) and idk a single lesson in any subject

time to flip those notes and PDFs 👍

"make america great again" nah, more like make america a living hell