#WhatsApp stops support

[aroaceofthesea]

With one of my groups of friends we do this thing where we say good morning and goodnight every day (theres a whole story behind why we're acting like boomers ok) and it eventually turned into saying youre not ok when you need help like those days we just say morning or night and then we can try to make that person cheer up and idk its just nice to have a daily check in to know how everyone's doing and also imo it's easier to ask for help by not saying smth than by saying it so it's easier to trick the brain into actually telling the others

[buttercuparry]

I know I sound like a broken record by now: repeating the same things others have said before but I think banality of it all is the point of my post. The fact that I have nothing new to say– not about the genocide in Gaza, not about the dwindling attention of allies, is HORRIFYING. 

It has been 11 months of a genocide that the UN calls “war on children”. Malnutrition, diseases, lack of suitable medical care have caused Gazan children to lose their childhood; to lose their lives entirely!  

There is no hope left for a future unmarked of pain and my friend Siraj Abudayeh ( @siraj2024 ) , who is father to three sons describes it as a “feeling of oppression”.  He laments that his children have been forced away from their schools, hopes and dreams  by colonizers and where before there were ambitions to excel in either studies or sports, all they know now is helplessness, fear and anger. 

Siraj has told me how his children- Abed, Muhammad and Amir have confessed to their father about how they have begun to  feel guilty for surviving at all now ; after having lost so many of their friends to the genocide they are experiencing survivor's guilt and it breaks my heart to hear that. Abed, the eldest son, is ONLY ELEVEN!!  Can you imagine an eleven year old feeling guilty because he has managed to survive while his friends haven't ? And what kind of survival it is– Half starving, drinking unclean water, forced into tents where sand mites pester him throughout the day?

I am not sure what happened or why the engagement with fundraisers has dropped so drastically lately but there is nothing more atrocious, more horrible than apathy when children are suffering.  It is so strange that we can quote James Baldwin so easily and yet have failed to understand what he meant when he said,

"The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; ...whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality. ”

We have the power that is not afforded to Gazans and therefore it is on us to be attentive no matter how repetitive these posts feel. It is ridiculous and dehumanizing that during a genocide one has to worry about making a post original enough to maintain attention. And yes I know that we won't be able to stop the horrifying banality of Israel’s evil in a day but WE CAN help provide FIVE families that are dependent on this fundraiser with a lifeline during times such as these.  

Please we have managed to get this far after struggling for so long, it cannot be that we will fail Siraj when he is so close to the end goal of 82k !!

So DONATE AND BOOST. Find it in yourself to not just reblog but circulate the fundraiser among your colleagues, friends and family. Share it in your whatsapp chats and discord servers. Share it on every other platform that you may have a reach on.

Currently at $72,987 CAD of the short term goal of 75k. We have 2k left to raise by tomorrow. 

Vetting at 219

[notedchampagne]

To our valued donors,

We would like to express to you our deep thanks and great appreciation for your continued support of our family in these difficult times. Your donations have contributed to alleviating a large part of our daily suffering and providing us with basic needs. Thanks to your support, we have reached 10% of the campaign total, which is an important achievement for us.

However, there is still a long way to go to achieve our full goal. We hope that we can count on you in the next stage to achieve our dream of leaving the Gaza Strip and improving our living conditions. Your financial support and spreading our campaign directly contributes to improving our lives and providing a better future for my family.

We urgently need your help to continue these efforts, and we know that you understand the magnitude of the difficulties we face. Therefore, we humbly ask you not to stop providing your generous support and spreading our campaign among your friends and acquaintances.

Once again, thank you for all you have provided and will provide. You are the hope that keeps the light of hope in our hearts.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/i-want-to-evacuate-my-family-from-the-gaza-strip?utm_medium=social&utm_source=whatsapp&utm_campaign=p_nacp+share-sheet

With sincere regards and gratitude,

Ahmed Abushammala

vetted here + fundraiser here

[racecardilfs]

anything - fa14 smau

fernando alonso x fem!singer!reader

summary: fernando alonso and his girlfriend break up, but is it really over?

warnings: fluffffff, literally all of this is just fluff!!!

a/n: i am so absolutely overwhelmed by all the support on aegean, i never ever expected anywhere near as much interest, and i am deeply honored. i kinda got some writers block for ionian, so i hope you all like it!

my masterlist ❀ part one

lewis hamilton's whatsapp messages

your imessages

instagram

Liked by lilymhe, charles_leclerc, yourbsf1, and 223,473 others

yourusername you are the centerpiece around which i revolve 💕

francisca.cgomes: he better sleep with one eye open

yourusername: please stop threatening to murder him you’ll scare off the old man

charles_leclerc: no writers credits for the middle photo? i see how it is

yourusername: you know what you have to do to get credits.

user1: is that a LIGHT PINK BOUQUET? while you were sleeping stans rise up!

user2: the sunlight in that last pic is everything to me actually

user3: i’m glad it seems like she’s doing better!

user4: no but she's so real for the older man thing. I respect it.

user5: her new old man better not hurt her tho 😡

Liked by yourusername, alexandrasaintmleux, yourbsf2, and 426,872 others.

fernandoalo_official Second chances are the most precious thing in the world. Gracias, mi vida, for the one you’ve given me.

tagged: yourusername

yourusername: i love you so much, fer. the joy you give me every day is worth all the second chances in the world 🫶

fernandoalo_official: te amo, hermosa

yourbsf2: i’m watching you, old man. keep your guard up.

fernandoalo_official: 😰 francisca.cgomes: you’re still on probation. yourusername: don’t scare my man 🥺 yourbsf2: fine, only for you wifey <3 

user6: y/nlonso truthers rise up!!!

user7: it's the way all the photos he chose for their hard launch are just her in a relaxed environment. no staging, just pure love

user8: okay now im CRYING 😭😭😭

Liked by fernandoalo_official, lilymhe, maisiehpeters, and 396,735 others.

yourusername anything, anything, for another run with you ❤️

tagged: fernandoalo_official

fernandoalo_official all i ask for is you, amorcita ❤️

yourusername and you have me, darling

user9: he calls her AMORCITA??? LITTLE LOVE??? IM- 🥺🥺

alexandrasaintmleux: i knew everything would work out for you, you’re too perfect for each other not to be

lilymhe: fernando is on his tippy toes in the last photo bc he was worried he’d look short 🤭

yourusername: i love my short king user10: LMAOOOO EXPOSED 

user11: if fernando is a short king, does that make y/n his queen?

fernandoalo_official: si, she is mi reina 👑        Liked by yourusername

charles_leclerc: no pic creds? i see how it is 😒

yourusername: no pic creds for you until fernando wins another gp 😊😇

user12: god, i see what you’ve done for others!!

user13: omggg does this mean we get new music soon?

       Liked by yourusername user13: Y/N LIKED! NEW MUSIC?!

a/n: so thats part 2! its a little short but i wanted to get something out to thank y'ou 'all for your support! i have a few other ideas in this verse that might get written at some point, especially if y'all would be interested in some more specifically music based ones(i LOVE music). the line "you are the centerpiece around which i revolve" is from emily by jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler, and "anything, anything, for another run with you" is from anything (demo) by dodie. seriously thanks so much for the support! requests are open :) also if you want someone to yap about some of the technical side of f1 (or open wheel racing in general) i love love love it so please come chat w me!

taglist: @callsignwidow @totowolfffcheco @formulaal @pear-1206 @caitlynsixxx

[luxury-nightmare]

Hallo

My name is Ahmed Abu Shammala, and I am currently raising funds to help move my family out of Gaza to Egypt. So far, I have managed to raise 13% of the required amount, but we still have a long way to go. Eight members of my family are suffering from the horrors of war and displacement after our home was destroyed.

I sincerely ask everyone not to stop their financial support or to share my message so that I can achieve this goal.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/i-want-to-evacuate-my-family-from-the-gaza-strip?utm_medium=social&utm_source=whatsapp&utm_campaign=p_nacp+share-sheet

Verified by @el-shab-hussein , @ibtisams 🙏Verification number #161

Thank you for your kindness and generosity.

[binkbonkthesimp]

Hallo

My name is Ahmed Abu Shammala, and I am currently raising funds to help move my family out of Gaza to Egypt. So far, I have managed to raise 16% of the required amount, but we still have a long way to go. Eight members of my family are suffering from the horrors of war and displacement after our home was destroyed.

I sincerely ask everyone not to stop their financial support or to share my message so that I can achieve this goal.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/i-want-to-evacuate-my-family-from-the-gaza-strip?utm_medium=social&utm_source=whatsapp&utm_campaign=p_nacp+share-sheet

Verified by @el-shab-hussein , @ibtisams 🙏Verification number #161

Thank you for your kindness and generosity.

I unfortunately cannot donate but I have reblogged your post and I will be sharing the GoFundMe link

[faggotfungus]

To our valued donors,

We would like to express to you our deep thanks and great appreciation for your continued support of our family in these difficult times. Your donations have contributed to alleviating a large part of our daily suffering and providing us with basic needs. Thanks to your support, we have reached 10% of the campaign total, which is an important achievement for us.

However, there is still a long way to go to achieve our full goal. We hope that we can count on you in the next stage to achieve our dream of leaving the Gaza Strip and improving our living conditions. Your financial support and spreading our campaign directly contributes to improving our lives and providing a better future for my family.

We urgently need your help to continue these efforts, and we know that you understand the magnitude of the difficulties we face. Therefore, we humbly ask you not to stop providing your generous support and spreading our campaign among your friends and acquaintances.

Once again, thank you for all you have provided and will provide. You are the hope that keeps the light of hope in our hearts.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/i-want-to-evacuate-my-family-from-the-gaza-strip?utm_medium=social&utm_source=whatsapp&utm_campaign=p_nacp+share-sheet

With sincere regards and gratitude,

Ahmed Abushammala

This fundraiser has been verified by @/el-shab-hussein

11,593/100,000

Donate and reblog!!!

[z-moves]

Hallo

My name is Ahmed Abu Shammala, and I am currently raising funds to help move my family out of Gaza to Egypt. So far, I have managed to raise 21% of the required amount, but we still have a long way to go. Eight members of my family are suffering from the horrors of war and displacement after our home was destroyed.

I sincerely ask everyone not to stop their financial support or to share my message so that I can achieve this goal.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/i-want-to-evacuate-my-family-from-the-gaza-strip?utm_medium=social&utm_source=whatsapp&utm_campaign=p_nacp+share-sheet

Verified by @el-shab-hussein , @ibtisams 🙏Verification number #161

Thank you for your kindness and generosity.

hi, Ahmed. i hope you and your family will be able to evacuate. i will be sharing this with the hopes other people can see it as well.

€21,600 / €100,000

this fundraiser is still far from its goal. i greatly encourage people to help!

like Ahmed said, this fundraiser is vetted and is #161 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's list of vetted fundraisers. [ link to Google Sheets ]

tags for reach (please let me know if you don't want to get tagged):

@heritageposts @nabulsi @appsa @schoolhater @feluka @timetravellingkitty @rhubarbspring @irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria @junglejim4322 @kibumkim @neechees @mangocheesecakes @kyra45-helping-others @tortiefrancis @toiletpotato @fromjannah @omegaversereloaded @vague-humanoid @aristotels @komsomolka @neptunerings @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @ot3 @amygdalae @ankle-beez @dykesbat @watermotif @stuckinapril @mavigator @lacecap @socalgal @chilewithcarnage @ghelgheli @sayruq

[dostoyevsky-official]

i already pretty much only use tumblr and twitter on desktop. the only thing that's stopping me from downgrading to a dumbphone nokia brick is that they don't support whatsapp, and making international calls is vital for me

[sparklingdusts]

Hallo

My name is Ahmed Abu Shammala, and I am currently raising funds to help move my family out of Gaza to Egypt. So far, I have managed to raise 12% of the required amount, but we still have a long way to go. Eight members of my family are suffering from the horrors of war and displacement after our home was destroyed.

I sincerely ask everyone not to stop their financial support or to share my message so that I can achieve this goal.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/i-want-to-evacuate-my-family-from-the-gaza-strip?utm_medium=social&utm_source=whatsapp&utm_campaign=p_nacp+share-sheet

Verified by @el-shab-hussein , @ibtisams 🙏Verification number #161

Thank you for your kindness and generosity.

[captain-of-the-roses]

Hallo

My name is Ahmed Abu Shammala, and I am currently raising funds to help move my family out of Gaza to Egypt. So far, I have managed to raise 16% of the required amount, but we still have a long way to go. Eight members of my family are suffering from the horrors of war and displacement after our home was destroyed.

I sincerely ask everyone not to stop their financial support or to share my message so that I can achieve this goal.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/i-want-to-evacuate-my-family-from-the-gaza-strip?utm_medium=social&utm_source=whatsapp&utm_campaign=p_nacp+share-sheet

Verified by @el-shab-hussein , @ibtisams 🙏Verification number #161

Thank you for your kindness and generosity.

Please Share And Donate

Verification Link

[simgaroop]

I think I am neurodivergent.

There is no official diganosis and at this stage in my life I probably won't look for one. But in recent years I've started to think I probably am one. I even thought about asking my therapist about this, just before she released me a couple years ago. But it just felt like I was making things up at the moment. Besides, it is pretty stupid for a mental health specialist to self-diagnose, so that's why I am not saying this with complete certainty.

Huh, this is one of those posts I should be writing in Spanish.

Anyway, why am I randomly posting this in my Sim blog? Well, because I am exhausted. I've spent the last two months carrying a huge figurative boulder on my shoulders and just pretending (or masking) non stop. If you met me in person, the most likely impression you would have of me is that I am a very calm, warm and sweet person, who has her shit together, is the voice of reason, a great listener, someone who is eager to come up with solutions to any problem. Someone who has control over her emotions, who likes "normal" everyday stuff. People look up to me and I am constantly been asked for support, both in my professional and personal life. I am so nice and adaptable, that I was able to practically live in a hospital for over 5 weeks, just leaving it to go to work.

However, deep inside I am a very anxious woman, who is triggered by thoughts of death, disease (of loved ones), doctors and hospitals. I need to have my time to be alone. I prefer (almost need) to sleep in a very dark room and listening to movie or videogame podcasts. I've always been into videogames and animated shows, and I tend to obsess about those topics. I used to write a lot of fanfiction and loved it, but have never told a soul because I am so embarrased by it. I prefer to be alone, I hate to make and answer phone calls and when I get a notification on Whatsapp I really need to take a moment to even read the message (and it is even worse if it's a voice message). I am socially awkward in situations that are not related to work. I used to stimm a lot when I was a child, and I still do it when I am stressed. I was a picky eater. I used to be the lonely child who preferred to be by herself and only made friends because my parents were worried. I do not watch series on Netflix, but I can browse Youtube for hours and watch Lets Plays and documentaries about shows. I've always wanted to share my nerd tendencies, but I can't, because I am a woman in her forties, and my family and social circle look down on that stuff. So I constantly pretend and only when I am alone at night I can browse and look at the stuff I like, which is honestly very innocent, but I feel like I have to hide it.

And these last weeks I have had to constantly hide myself in my "social" and "professional" self. And I am exhausted. I feel like my heart is heavy. And it is even affecting my work performance.

So I come to my nerdy spot on the Internet to vent. To the one place in which I can sort of be myself and hope like someone might read this and understand.

*Reads Post* Wow, this is why I mostly lurk. I sound like a 15 year old and my urge to pretend that everything is fine with me is screaming that I do not post this. 😥

[gaytamorfosi]

You can stay with Me

🇬🇧 ("Puoi stare con me" Versione Inglese)

Massimo was drinking his coffee standing in the middle of the living room, staring at the objects he had just purchased to decorate his small apartment in the center of Milan. That little house had cost a fortune, but at least now he lived near the bank where he worked. The decorator had done an excellent job, the apartment looked like it came from a photo in a furniture catalogue, plus Massimo's refined style and obsession with cleanliness meant that the apartment always remained perfect, like new. Massimo's life was divided between work and that small empty apartment. Even if the space available was very little, Massimo would have shared it very willingly, he had been dreaming of a relationship for some time, but at the dawn of 45 the poor employee had stopped fantasizing, also because his relationships (in the rare cases in which started) did not last more than a few dates. Massimo had some relatives (whom he rarely heard from) and a small group of friends, who very rarely was joined by anyone else.

That Friday evening Massimo's small group of friends had invited him out for a pizza, but it had been a hard day and Massimo didn't want to go out with the usual people to hear the usual conversations, much less in front of a slice of fat and greasy pizza. Massimo often fasted; he had a complicated relationship with food. His physique was frail and thin, sometimes people looked at him and wondered how such a lean body could support that big head full of black hair. Massimo shaved and waxed: the streets of Milan were full of young, handsome, thin boys who seemed to be blessed by nature. Massimo had chased that ideal of beauty for years, but at his age he looked almost grotesque filing and limiting his small body. Massimo used to be chubby as a teen and was terrified of becoming like that again, his body would have gained mass without too much effort if he hadn't placed all those limitations on himself. His body was like an oak tree that had been given the treatment of a bonsai, cutting off all the branches and not giving it the chance to grow.

At one in the morning a notification interrupted the music, which Massimo had been keeping in the background for hours with his Bluetooth speaker. In the "friends" WhatsApp group Paride had written: "Guys, I missed the last train, I think I have to see if there’s a replacement bus or if I can call a taxi". Paride didn't always go out with Massimo and his friends, because he lived in the province and had to take the train to reach the center of Milan. He was 28 years old, not too tall, a little chubby but with a nice face. He was polite and kind, Massimo liked him a lot but knew he had no chance with him, because Paride had been having a relationship with another boy for some years, a practically perfect relationship, if marriage between two men in Italy had been legal those two certainly would have been married.

Massimo was sorry to have missed an outing in which Paride was also there, but perhaps luck that evening had given him the very rare chance to spend some time alone with him. "If you want you can sleep here with me" Massimo wrote in the group chat, blushing. Paride and Massimo, even though they had known each other for years, had never spent time together alone, Paride's boyfriend or some other friend was always present. In addition to this, Massimo was very shy and rarely entered into his friends' conversations, so when they were in a group, Paride barely looked at him.

"OMG! Thank you very much Massimo, I'm on my way"

After 25 minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Massimo, Paride rang the doorbell and Massimo opened the door. Upon entering, Paride took off his shoes, he had already been to Massimo's house and knew well that that was the rule in his house, because Massimo hated dirt. For Paride, entering Massimo's house was always a bit like entering a sanctuary, he was terrified of breaking or dirtying something, even just breathing made him feel out of place. After some lukewarm pleasantries, Massimo invited Paride to sit on the sofa, the conversation ended immediately and an awkward silence filled the air.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?"

"Just a glass of water, thanks, the pizza made me thirsty"

Paride drank slowly, trying to fill that silence that seemed suspended in time. "Should I sleep here?" Paride said pointing to an inflatable mattress properly prepared with sheets, pillows and blankets. He was usually self-confident when he chatted with friends, but now he almost seemed embarrassed. Instead of his eyes, Paride stared at his friend's slender feet, embraced by two white and red socks made of thin fabric. Paride had a weakness for men's feet, it wasn't really a fetish, but there was a sort of attraction. Taking his gaze away from the socks and placing it at random on the turned off television he thought: "I wonder if this thing of making guests take off their shoes is an excuse to see them barefoot", then he forced himself to think of something else. "If you prefer, I'll leave the bedroom to you, I've already changed the sheets" said Massimo. The image of Paride in his bed was exciting to Massimo, even though he knew full well that he wouldn’t dare to join him.

-No, this mattress will be fine, I don't want to be too intrusive.

-Are you sure?

-Yes, you are already giving me such a great gift by letting me stay here.

Massimo in his bed struggled to fall asleep, he couldn't remember the last time a boy had stayed with him to sleep; Paride had not stopped by to spend the night with him, yet Massimo was thrilled that he was there, in his house. Around three in the morning Massimo woke up with a start: Paride was getting into his bed. "What happens?" Massimo asked, "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you, I think the air mattress has a hole. Does it bother you if I sleep here?" Paride replied.

-Don't worry, come, I'll make room for you.

-Thank you, sorry again, I ended up being even more intrusive than I thought.

-No, I should be sorry, I didn't imagine that the mattress was punctured.

Paride climbed into bed trembling, his skin was frozen because the floor in the living room was very cold, he crouched down where Massimo's body had warmed the sheets. Massimo's heart pounded like a bass drum in his frail chest, that made even more terrified at the idea that Paride might hear him. Massimo didn't even have time to ask himself why the boy hadn't chosen to move onto the sofa, his blood slowly leaving the brain to fill a pulsating erection, which was very difficult to hide when sharing the bed with another person.

Paride pretended to have already fallen asleep, but the fact of sharing the bed with a man who was not his boyfriend did not leave him indifferent either. The image of Massimo's thin feet continually recurred in his head: they were so perfect, they seemed to have come out of a drawing. Minutes passed, in the room there was a silence that seemed almost tangible, alive, as if the silence was a third person, who had to take up his space and forcefully demonstrate his presence. "I wish there wasn't this embarrassment, I wish our relationship was different" they both thought.

It is in the most unthinkable moments that the most incredible things happen.

While Massimo was trying to turn around to hide his erection, his foot brushed against Paride's, who tried impulsively to push him away, but by moving his leg he accidentally slipped it between Massimo's, realizing that the owner of the house was quite excited. “Sorry,” they chorused. "I tried to hold back but I can't do anything about it" added Massimo after a few seconds. "I take it as a compliment," Paride said, barely holding back a laugh. "Who would have thought that you were so well packed" said Paride, "Such a small body combined with such a large and intrusive penis, your proportions should be corrected". Where had such an absurd statement come from? But at that moment Paride couldn't let those words fall back into silence again, the embarrassment would return and it would be much more unbearable than before, so he decided to continue talking: "Actually you are already quite tall, it makes sense that your penis is larger than the average one." Massimo wanted to sink into that bed, shame was devouring him, he didn't notice that his member had started to grow more than it did with a normal erection, it seemed to obey Paride' fantasy like a well-disciplined soldier. "You should be the type of person who eats a lot and works to put on muscle mass, because that thing on such a skinny body is jarring." Massimo's body swelled; Gallons of warm, blood coursed along the fibers of his pulsating muscles, which multiplied in size by the second. Massimo looked like a different person, he no longer looked like a dehydrated twig, but was much more like the oak tree that genetics would have allowed him to become, if only he hadn't skipped meals and joined the gym. "Your personality should also be changed, you should be a little bolder, determined, demanding and ambitious."

A sudden desire for revenge ignited within Massimo, who had the courage to reply: "You talk too much, you're not perfect either, start with losing a few kilos". Paride' body began to do the opposite of Massimo' and as all the excess weight vanished, the skin on his body became toned and firm. Paride seemed more and more like one of those kids so envied by Massimo. "You speak without thinking, you sound like a kid between 19 and 20." Paride quickly rejuvenated, forgetting the relationship he had had for 6 years. "You've become too confident, I don't accept comments like that from just any friend, you can only allow yourself to say things like that if you're my boyfriend."

Paride turned on the light on the bedside table, but neither of them was surprised to see the other totally transformed. "What were we talking about?" Paride asked. Massimo had the impression of having argued, but he absolutely didn't remember what he had said, then he lowered his eyes and saw the throbbing erection which, despite everything, was still there, more present than ever. "Now I understand why you woke me up" said Paride, putting his hand in Massimo's underwear.

The next morning Paride woke up and saw his boyfriend, Massimo, getting dressed.

-Are you going to work today too?

-Living as a couple in the center of Milan isn't cheap, you know, that's why I have to go.

-Can't you stay here with me in bed for a while? Today is Saturday...

-I already told my boss that I would work on an unfinished job.

-You're really sexy in a suit and tie, you know?

Paride reached out towards the belt that Massimo had just fastened and began to unfasten it, then buried his face in his package. "Aren't you satisfied with what we did last night?", Massimo said as he got excited again. "You seem to still be hungry too" Paride replied with a mischievous smile.

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𝘓𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭'𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 ��𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵à, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰. 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

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[jester-lover]

this is my first time writing a request, so please let me know if i need to be more specific! i was wondering if you could write a desi reader x the dorm heads (twisted wonderland). like introducing the boys to the culture and stuff like that? thank you!!

YES OF COURSE!!!! I’m desi myself! We desperately need representation in anime/game spaces, these are just the ones I could think of one the spot, but I saw this request and it made my day!!

also fun fact: this blog was originally supposed to be centered around desi women, but I couldn’t keep up with that idea, this is such a lovely reminder!!

Warnings: Fluff, food, hair mentioned, ‘starting a family’ mention but no kids or anything, unapologetic cultural appreciation, desi families (positive), author calls the pale ones gora pakoras, rambling

Dorm Leaders with a Desi Girlfriend!

Riddle Rosehearts

I don’t think you understand how much your mom loves him

His spice tolerance is at ZERO, but boy will he try for you

He adores gulab jamuns, I mean ROSES?? WITH DESSERT?? This is his destiny

Adores chai, drinks more chai than all your aunts combined

He loves chai so much he’ll ask for you to make it for the tea parties, drinks the chai with biscuits

OFF WITH THEIR HEAD to anyone who calls it ‘chai tea’ !!!

Desi jewelry is his favorite thing you wear, the intricate patterns and shapes make his heart beat faster

If you get him jewelry he’s probably gonna cry

“You look absolutely gorgeous, I almost can't believe you’re with me.” 

Leona Kingscholar

The mix of y’all’s cultures is perfect

He will happily eat spicy meat, he can go on about the meat

Biryani is his favorite, goat or chicken

You might expect me to say your parents don’t like him, but HE’S LITERALLY A PRINCE, man is rich asf you’re gonna be taken care of

He’s also so respectful to your mom, she def tells you to act more like him

If you have to accompany him to some gaudy event in the savanna, and  you choose to wear cultural clothing, like a sari or salwar kameez, he’s literally frozen

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He’s buying a ring as we speak

All the whatsapp aunties are gossiping about the two of you, but you literally couldn’t care

He’s def the type to buy you jewelry

“I- god for once in my life I literally don’t have words, you’re glowing.” 

Azul Ashengrotto

I will defend fishy fishman until my last day

he is such a good boyfriend, always treating you out and keeping you happy

Your parents support you two, because Azul has a good head on his shoulders and has a good chance of being successful

He really adores you in blue, especially blue lehengas, you look like a princess to him

he is super appreciative whenever you introduce him to new recipes, his lounge may even use some of the spice blends you suggest (with credit)

He enjoys paneer pakoras, fried desi food is a wonder to him

“I know I’m stuffing my face right now, but can you really blame me?”

Kalim Al-Asim

HE IS PERFECT !!

He’s so happy to meet someone of a similar culture to him!

But this is also where his main problem lies..

He’s so blushy around you its crazy

Never did he think he could meet someone who he knows so well, who feels like home and warm welcomes

You two go on so many adventures

Jamil is so tired, let my man rest

Sometimes the cultural overlap is so prominent, especially in words and food items

Both of you adore a good lamb curry

You ever see that tikitok trend, the “I can’t date outside of my culture because how am I supposed to explain _______” 

You both can relate to that one.

Something about you brings out the poet in him

(I have to stop eventually because this could just become it’s own post)

“You are my home, you are warmth and kindness packed into a beautiful human being.” 

Vil Shoenheit

THIS

He’s honestly so happy to be in a relationship with a desi girl, you open up a whole new world to him

I feel like he would be an appreciator of desi bread on his cheat days

Especially paratha, it’s so buttery and rich, he’ll eat it with achaar

Your clothes always astound him

He’s used to glitz and glamour, but the sheer amount of detail in your outfits, that will leave him speechless

I believe he’d enjoy salwar kameez, especially in a more early 2000s way (think kabhi khushi kahbie gham)

Honestly he enjoys everything about desi fashion, he deeply respects you for wearing those HEAVY

Helps you oil your hair, it’s an extremely intimate moment and you grow a lot closer together

“Liebling, please hold still, I still have to get to the back of your head!”

Idia Shroud

(He’s Greek in my heart)

Idia is such a little loser/pos

He’s so nervous at any of your family gatherings, ortho has to hype him up before

He’s definitely the person at a desi house party who slips away after the food is served, literally gone

If he ever visits your country (in a different dimension lol) he might have a tough time

Homie is so sensitive to hot weather, he’s getting sunburned so hard

He gets so shy when you’re all dolled up, he can’t even look you in the eye

You just look so above his league

This is where you build his confidence, because he would look gorgeous in desi clothes 

Him in a kurta is the thing that would actually kill me

Idia is obsessed with you, even if the time you spend together is spent inside his room, cuddled up watching anime or playing games instead of socializing

You probably get him into old bollywood movies

“I mean, we ate already, what’s the point of sticking around?”

Malleus Draconia

He’s a well educated person, so he probably keeps a respectful distance until you start educating him on your culture

Malleus deeply enjoys the sense of family in desi culture, the community that helps one another and keeps your head lifted

It reminds him of his own caring upbringing

He’s another appreciator of desi desserts, more modern ones tend to stick to him better, like mango ice cream 

He is smitten with Rooh Afza in milk, even if he doesn’t need human drinks

He finds your cultural apparel so pretty

especially if you wear deeper colors like emerald and black

He really just wants to match

Really enjoys historical drama bollywood movies

Is the type to tell you when your chunni is slipping off, and carries extra safety pins to help with fashion mishaps

“I hope one day, our own family will be a beautiful as this.”

I’m so sorry for the bad dialogue, every time I try to think of something a character says, the voice in my head (inner monologue) turns into bob belcher from bob’s burgers. I will be trying my best to fix the flat dialogue with better nicknames and stuff. Thank you for reading.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling a friend everything would be fine after her dog passed away?

Disclaimer, this breakup was years ago, but I sometimes wonder if I did an asshole move or something, or what of what I said was wrong. Also, sorry for any grammar errors, not an EFL.

So, I (20NB at that time) had this friend I'll call S (20F also at that time) at uni. We were pretty close, and had other friend too, we were a triad, did many things together. COVID hit up and couldn't gather anymore, but we used whatsapp to communicate for everything aside of uni matters.

One day, she messages me and the other friend on the chatgroup really distressed. Her dog passed away. We told here we were so sorry, sending her virtual hugs and encourangemt. I'm kind of assuming that my message felt to her like I was dismissing her feelings but I wasn't, that wasn't my intention. I don't exactly remember what prompted me to write the response, overall she was just sad and felt hopeless and almost having an attack, so I said, textually: "everything's gonna be okay, S, I know it hurts know and it'll hurt tomorrow, but don't let this drown you".

And then she... snapped? Responded inmediatly before I could send another message reiterating we (me and the other friend) would be with her through this, with a "what if your cat pass away? How would you feel?".

Firstly, for more context, she knew I lost my cat once when moving to another house, a window was left open by accident and my cat got out. She returned safely. I cried day and night, thinking I lost her. My ex-friend knew this because she saw me. Secondly, feeling like that was a derail of the conversation, I said: "this isn't about me, is about you".

She left the chatgroup after that and blocked me. My other friend didn't say anything. We talked normally for a couple of days but then she full stopped and acts like she doesn't know me at all. Another male friend also stopped talking to me around the same time.

Funnily enough, S and I went, months prior to COVID, to eat and talked about friendships and were on the same page about friendships being a mutual growing thing, and signaling the wrongs of the other if that was necessary. I thought S would eventuallt communicate to me what I did wrong, or what of what I said was hurtful to her, so I could apologize without hesitation. She didn't. She just stopped all contact after that. I realize that "everything's gonna be okay" is not what all people want or need to hear, but I also didn't know or knew what S needed to hear. I assumed that my message was accurate to the situation because she said to me the same thing about my cat, and I was thankful to her for showing support to me at that time. I thought I did the same to her, even we where unable to be face-to-face.

So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?