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pairing: jung hoseok x reader (she/her)
genre: robot!au
count: 4,024
summary: the world is taken over, and you should of learned to survive on your own.
♡ song inspired.
Through the fall the singular complication at dusk was the murkiness; a few midnights even the stars had been clandestine behind a barrier of foreboding mist. While they lifted on toward wintertime those evenings extended, keen to arrive, reluctant to occur. No longer could they slumber in the clear upon their meager appeal to cover each other for warmth. The gloom were as ferocious as a dip in the frigid lakes would be, taking their physique heat until their lips blued and teeth chattered. There was no indication of warmth remaining anywhere; even in anyone’s soul from this frost night.
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#justiceformuslims
I love every single person who reblogged this
I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.
It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.
Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.
It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.
Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.
Have a great day x
Go unfollow this blog all you want, I am reblogging this.
I am aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, I find it necessary to reblog this
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
yes yes i love themmmm and omggg i didn’t even recognize all of them at the start of the mv
send me song recommendations~
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