HP Goblet of Fire Headcanon: Beauxbatons was primarily a Muslim wizarding school.
(and yes I know the horses drink whisky, which is not exactly halal, sshhh)
Its was french. It s
Was so clearly french.
Literally French. …….
Because French Muslims do not exist and no Muslims ever speak French and Muslim schools don’t exist in France and if they do they must be really shitty and there are no key Muslim educators in France at all and there’s never been any history of Islamic culture and politics in the Pottermore-confirmed Pyreenes, nooooooo, it is très impossible! Astagfirrulah!
learn some fuckin’ social studies and history and current affairs, people.
oh my god france has the biggest muslim population IN EUROPE
ive been studying french for 6 years and at the oral exam i have to do at the end of the year we have to talk about an intrinsically french issue
one of the recommended issues is “the difficulties in the life of a muslim girl in france”
thats how muslim France is
i wanna be one of those people who does yoga at sunrise and drinks water out of mason jars filled with berries and twigs and shit
Sam Winchester / Dean Winchester
The premise of minimum wage, when it was introduced, was that a single wage earner should be able to own a home and support a family. That was what it was based on; a full time job, any job, should be able to accomplish this.
The fact people scoff at this idea if presented nowadays, as though the people that ring up your groceries or hand you your burgers don’t deserve the luxury of a home and a family, is disgusting.
if you have someone in your life who genuinely cares about how your day went, and listens fully to the fucked up shit that goes on in your mind, and answers your texts or calls you back, and lets you know you’re important to them and/or generally makes you feel cared for, you’re really fucking lucky and i hope you tell this person you appreciate them and i hope if they treat you right and make you feel safe and loved, you hold onto them really tight.
OK STORY TIME I WAS BABYSITTING THIS 6 YEAR OLD BOY AND WE ATE POPSICLES, THIS WAS THE JOKE ON MINE AND I TOLD IT TO HIM, BECAUSE THATS WHAT YOU DO WITH JOKES AND SO LIKE A DAY LATER I GET THIS CALL FROM HIS MOM AND SHE SAYS “My son told me an inappropriate joke today, and he told me he got it from you” AND I WAS SUPER CONFUSED??? SO I ASKED HER WHAT THE JOKE WAS AND APPARENTLY HE SAID “how do skeletons communicate? They bone each other” I AM SO DONE