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"Yade necklace", painting by Martin-Kavel

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Little P.Eng. for Discrete Element Modeling (DEM) Services

In a world driven by technological advancements, the ability to understand granular systems at a particle level has never been more essential. This precise understanding has been made possible through a computational technique known as Discrete Element Modeling (DEM). While many entities offer DEM services, Little P.Eng. has carved a niche for itself as a front-runner in this specialized domain.

Understanding Discrete Element Modeling (DEM)

Before diving into the specifics of Little P.Eng.'s offerings, it's essential to demystify DEM:

DEM is Calculation-based Modeling: At the heart of DEM is mathematics. This method uses precise calculations to predict the behavior of individual particles within a system. By doing so, it can accurately predict the interactions and outcomes when these particles are subjected to various conditions.

DEM Allows for Visualizing Results: One of the standout features of DEM is its ability to provide visual results. Users can observe:

Particle Velocity: Understand the speed and direction of individual particles.

Forces: This includes shear (parallel to the surface) and normal (perpendicular to the surface) forces that the particles experience.

Moments: This refers to the bending and torsional (twisting) moments affecting the particles.

Acceleration and Material Scatter: Track how quickly particles move and the variations in their dispersion patterns.

DEM: More than just Flow Simulation: While DEM is instrumental in predicting the flow of bulk materials, its capabilities extend beyond this. It plays a crucial role in understanding:

Wear Patterns: Predict how equipment will fare over time by simulating particle interaction and the resultant wear.

Mixing: Understand how different particles mix, which is vital in industries like pharmaceuticals and food production.

Center Loading: This refers to the loading pattern where materials concentrate towards the center, crucial in industries like construction.

DEM Programs: The Power Behind the Predictions

Any tool is only as good as the software powering it. When it comes to DEM, numerous programs can be used to perform this intricate modeling:

EDEM: A market leader, renowned for its comprehensive modeling capabilities.

PFC (Particle Flow Code): Known for its versatility, offering both 2D and 3D simulations.

LIGGGHTS: An open-source powerhouse that's both versatile and widely accepted.

Rocky DEM: Its strength lies in simulating realistic particle shapes, crucial for specific industries.

Yade: An open-source tool prized for its extensibility.

Abaqus: A multi-faceted software that, beyond its renowned finite element analysis, offers DEM capabilities.

Ansys Rocky: Building on the Ansys platform's strengths, it focuses on granular flow simulations.

Barracuda Virtual Reactor: Ideal for energy sector applications, especially particle reactions.

Also there are some open sources:

Kratos Multiphysics is developed by CIMNE (International Center for Numerical Methods in Engineering) in Barcelona and covers all kinds of numerical simulations, including DEM/PEM and DEM/PEFM-FEM coupling.

YadeDEM is a DEM package that is specifically designed for geomechanics.

Woo is a fork of YadeDEM with a strong focus on parallel computing and portability.

LAMMPS is a general purpose DEM/PEM.

LIGGGHTS is a general purpose DEM software that includes heat transfer simulations and is based on LAMMPS.

ESyS Particle is developed at the University of Queensland, Australia, with a focus on geoscientic/geotechnical applications.

GranOO is a general purpose DEM.

MercuryDPM is a general purpose Discrete Particle Method (DPM) software.

Little P.Eng.: Setting the Gold Standard in DEM Services

In the expansive realm of DEM, Little P.Eng. shines brightly, and here's why:

Mastery Over Multiple Platforms: Their team is proficient in a diverse array of DEM programs, ensuring they always have the right tool for the job.

A Client-centric Approach: They tailor their solutions, ensuring that each client's unique needs and challenges are addressed.

In-depth Analysis: Beyond merely running simulations, they delve deep, integrating real-world measurements to enhance simulation accuracy.

Applications and Implications of DEM in Industries

The true power of DEM, as harnessed by Little P.Eng., lies in its diverse applications:

Equipment Design: Through DEM, companies can design equipment that's optimized for longevity and efficiency.

Optimizing Production Lines: By understanding how granular materials behave, industries can fine-tune their production lines for maximum efficiency.

Safety Protocols: Predicting particle behavior, especially in industries dealing with hazardous materials, can lead to enhanced safety protocols.

Challenges in DEM and How Little P.Eng. Overcomes Them

DEM, while powerful, isn't without its challenges. The accuracy of simulations is heavily reliant on input parameters. Additionally, the computational demands for large-scale simulations are immense.

Little P.Eng. rises above these challenges through a blend of rigorous experimental data collection and a deep understanding of the DEM software landscape. Their iterative approach ensures that simulations are continually refined for better accuracy.

Conclusion

Discrete Element Modeling (DEM) is transforming our understanding of granular systems. With its capability to provide in-depth insights at a particle level, its applications span a wide array of industries.

In this domain, Little P.Eng. emerges not just as a service provider, but as a trusted partner, guiding businesses towards better efficiency, safety, and innovation. As we venture further into an era where the micro informs the macro, the services of entities like Little P.Eng., underpinned by the power of DEM, will undoubtedly be invaluable.

Read more:

Little P.Eng. for Discrete Element Modeling (DEM) Services: Unveiling the Power of Simulation

The Importance of Discrete Element Modeling (DEM) Studies and What Problems It Can Solve

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Review: Three Revolutionary Films by Ousmane Sembène on Criterion Blu-ray

Together, these films constitute a complex, interlocking portrait of Senegal’s past and present.

by Derek Smith May 30, 2024

Where Ousmane Sembène’s first two films, 1966’s Black Girl and 1968’s Mandabi, each focus on myriad struggles faced by an individual during Senegal’s early post-colonial years, his follow-up, Emitai, takes a more expansive view of the effects of colonialism two decades earlier. Centering on the defiance of a Diola tribe during World War II, 1971’s Emitai sacrifices none of the immediacy and urgency of Black Girl and Mandabi. Indeed, the film is perhaps an even more damning and incisive take-down of French colonial rule.

Painting a concise and pointed portrait of oppression in broad, revolutionary strokes, Emitai exposes the modern form of slavery that was France’s conscription of Senegalese men to fight on the deadliest frontlines of European battlegrounds. The film simultaneously details the meticulous taxation methods the French employed during this period, which, in attempting to seize a majority of tribes’ rice supply to feed their troops, is tantamount to starvation warfare.

Sembène, however, is less interested in the methodologies of the oppressor than in the unwavering, often silent protest of the Diola people, especially women, in the face of forces that threaten to wipe out the rituals and traditions that define them. In depicting the tribe’s refusal to turn over their rice not as a means to avoid starvation but as a matter of preserving the central value rice has in their cultural heritage, Sembène adds new dimensions to the conflict and complexity to the resistance of the villagers. The inevitable tragedy that concludes the film is quite the gut-punch, but in counterbalancing it with the rebellious enacting of funereal rites by the village women, Emitai becomes equal parts an indictment of colonial violence and a celebration of resilience and self-empowerment through revolutionary means.

In 1975’s Xala, Sembène presents a searing, often hilarious satire of the greed, corruption, and impotence of the new Senegalese governmental leadership following the eradication of French colonial rule. In the opening scene, we see government officials throw out the current French leaders and proudly proclaim that Africa will take back what’s theirs. This moment of triumph, which includes the removal of statues and busts of various French leaders, is swiftly undercut when the Senegalese officials each open a briefcase packed to the brim with 500 Franc bills.

This sequence, laden with anger and biting humor, is indicative of Xala’s absurdist, comedic tone. And as the film shifts its focus to one corrupt official in particular, El Hadji (Thierno Leye), who upon marrying his third wife is cursed with impotence, its satire becomes more metaphorical than direct. Sembène uses El Hadji’s gradual downfall to reflect the moral and political failings of the entire bourgeois class that came into power under the government of President Léopold Sédar Senghor. Through Sembène’s sly, cutting use of irony, claims of modernity and equality under a new “revolutionary socialism” are revealed to be empty promises, barely concealing the anti-feminist and pro-capitalist motives lurking behind them.

Sembène’s critique of a supposedly freed Senegal is intensely savage when it comes to unveiling the hypocrisies of a patriarchal leadership that betrayed the trust of the people it was supposed to aid and protect. Building to a conclusion that’s as funny and gratifying as it is pitiful and physically revolting, Xala captures the continuing repercussions of colonialism and how the forced delusions of a nation would leave its people perversely feeding on one another.

With 1977’s Ceddo, set in Senegal’s distant pre-colonial past, Sembène follows the conflicts between a growing Islamist faction of a once animistic tribe and the Ceddo, or outsiders, who refuse to convert and give up their animistic rituals and beliefs. This is certainly the most didactic entry in this set, but it’s enlivened by the sheer precision of its dialectical oppositions, through which the many hypocrisies of religious fundamentalism and colonization are laid bare.

Ceddo also reveals the complex intersectionality of religions and cultures that were at play in Senegal long before its colonization. Along with the Muslims, who were attempting to seize political power through religious conversions, white Christians and Catholics are present in the form of priests, missionaries, gun runners, and slave traders. The latter are silent through much of the film, but their presence—much like the white French adviser who remains in constant contact with the Senegalese politicians in Xala—speaks to the monumental power and influence whites held in Senegal even before colonialist rulers took over.

While the film’s subject is historical, Sembène draws clear parallels between the past and the post-colonial present of 1977, with the condescending paternalism of the Muslims, particularly the power-hungry imam played by Alioune Fall, mirroring that of the colonialist French. And rather than using traditional Senegalese music, Sembène employed Cameroonian musician Manu Dibango to compose a jazz-funk score that even further connects the events in Ceddo to the time of its release in the late ’70s. For whenever Sembène sets his film, he’s steadfast in his mission to draw meaningful correlations between Senegal’s past and present—each equally integral to the story of the country he loved and helped to define.

Image/Sound

All three transfers come from new 4K digital restorations and they, by and large, look terrific, with vibrant colors and rich details, especially in the costumes and extreme close-ups of faces. There are some shots where the grain is chunkier and the image isn’t quite as sharp, and the Ceddo transfer shows some noticeable signs of damage in several different scenes, but these are mostly minor, non-distracting imperfections. The mono audio track bears the limitations of the production conditions, so some of the dialogue in interior scenes is a bit echoey though still fairly clear. Meanwhile, the music comes through with a surprising robustness.

Extras

A new conversation between Mahen Bonetti, founder and executive director of the African Film Festival, and writer Amy Sall covers a lot of ground in 40 minutes. The two discuss Ousmane Sembène’s early career and discovery in the West before delving into his use of cinema as “a liberatory force” and his sly, caustic use of irony. The only other extra on the disc is a 1981 short documentary by Paulin Soumanou Vieyra in which Sembène espouses much of his philosophy of filmmaking, particularly the importance of understanding history and political complexities of the society one chooses to depict. (Amusingly, Sembène’s wife casually insults American moviegoers, as well as complains about her husband putting film before family.) The stunningly designed package also comes with a 26-page bound booklet containing an essay by film scholar Yasmina Rice, who touches on Sembène’s humor, feminism, and politically charged subjects, while forcefully pushing back against the notion that the director wasn’t much of a formalist.

Overall

These Ousmane Sembène films from 1970s brim with a revolutionary passion and, together, constitute a complex, interlocking portrait of Senegal’s past and present.

Score

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Cast

Andongo Diabon, Michel Renaudeau, Robert Fontaine, Ousmane Camara, Ibou Camara, Abdoulaye Diallo, Alphonse Diatta, Pierre Blanchard, Cherif Tamba, Fode Cambay, Etienne Mané, Joseph Diatta, Dji Niassebaron , Antio Bassene, M’Bissine Thérèse Diop, Thierno Leye, Seune Samb, Younouss Seye, Miriam Niang, Fatim Diagne, Dieynaba Niang, Makhourédia Guèye, Tabara Ndiaye, Alioune Fall, Moustapha Yade, Mamadou N’Diaye Diagne, Nar Sene, Mamadou Dioum, Oumar Gueye.

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Here are two more Decipher CCG-named characters that I wasn’t sure on their appearances in the movies, both from the Coruscant expansion set.

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Yade is a mischievous yet fiercely loyal free spirit who thrives on spontaneity and adventure. With a sharp wit and a love for the unconventional, she’s the perfect partner-in-crime for Addison’s alchemical experiments—often encouraging chaos just to see what happens next. Big thank you for @florydaax for making Addison`s bestfriend <3

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SHOULD I, OR SHOULD I NOT?

summary: you finally confront your little brother's bully, but you think he's a bit of a masochist!

song list:

juno- sabrina carpenter

secrets- the weeknd

you, me and steve- garfunkle and oates

anxiety- doechii

love and war- yellow claw, yade lauren

dollhouse- lily-rose depp, the weeknd

love me not- ravyn lenae

warning: angsty i guess. also i haven't watched stranger things, so... we read and we don't judge. 4.5k words <3 heavily inspired by this bot on c.ai

steve looks down at you condescendingly, relishing in his new discovery and pushes you back softly. “you’re that... what's that idiots name again-?”

you narrowed your eyes. “you mean jonathan?” you asked while crossing your arms. steve nodded lightly. “yeah. the freak with a damn camera. you're his pathetic elder sister, hmm?” he pushes you again.

“maybe once I get finished with you,” he glanced over at carol and tommy who were laughing at you, “then he’ll stop creeping up on us.” he looked back at you, his head still cocked to the side.

"what do you mean?" your eyes narrow even dangerously, getting defensive over your younger brother.

he grabbed you by your shirt and slammed you into a locker and pushed down on your shoulder hard enough to leave bruises and not let you get up. he leaned close to your face. “don’t play stupid. i should beat your face in.” he said with a scoff.

you laughed menacingly. maybe they could do this to your brother, but never to you. you push him hard enough to tie your hair up with the extra black scrunchie on your wrist. "better stop, steve." you said in a low voice almost daring him to defy you.

steve rolled his eyes as he took a look at you tying your hair up. he noticed how pretty you were (a stark contrast to your sibling, he thought). he hated to admit it and there was no way he’d show that he was a least bit interested.

“or what?” he raised a brow at you, challenging you to talk back. it was your turn to scoff, "or this-" you crack your knuckles, roll up your sleeves, and you can see the slightest hint of a smirk appearing on his pretty pink lips before you punch him right on his jaw, the look on his face almost comical when he realized that he had been owned by a woman. your right hook was always trustworthy.

his grip loosened on you, and he stumbled back as he touched his face. he winced slightly while touching his cheek that was now red and his lips were bleeding slightly.

“christ…” he mumbled while looking at you. “you actually did something.”

you smile at your accomplishment and turn on your heels to leave. "you look cute with blood on your face, by the way." you say one last time before (attempting) to leave.

steve stood there in disbelief as he watched you walk away, and he couldn’t even think of anything to say. the fact you just punched him and then told him he looked cute left him in a bit of shock. a moment later, he jogged after you.

“wait… wait a second.” he called after you. once he caught up, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. he spun you around and pinned you to a nearby locker. steve leaned down close to your face. “you can’t just say something like that and then just walk away.” he said with a low tone.

"don't you have a girlfriend?" you retorted, clearly unhappy with the amount of physical contact occurring in the series of events.

steve dramatically rolled his eyes like the drama queen he is as his grip loosened on your wrists. “don’t change the subject.” he said firmly. “and... yeah, i do. what about it?”

"back off then!" you exclaim, not wanting to be here with him.

he hesitated for a moment before staring down at you, studying your grumpy face. finally, he let out a sigh and let go of your wrists. he took a step away from you, crossing his arms over his chest. he was quiet for a moment. “why did you punch me?” he asked, his tone more soft than usual but loud enough for his friends to hear.

he glances at the place where they were before actually acknowledging the empty nothingness at the spot. disappointment's etched on his face before your voice catches him off guard and he looked back at you to hear what you were saying.

"why'd you bully my brother, then, huh?" you snap back, ready to do anything for your brother.

he scoffed at you, his annoyance returning. “your brother is a freak.” he said bluntly. “he creeps around and takes pictures of everyone lke some sorta stalker." he replies back.

"if my brother's a freak, then I'm one too. stay away from me, harrington." you warn him sternly.

steve’s expression was blank. he didn’t expect that response. he was about to rebuttal, but his words got caught in his throat.

“but you’re… you’re not a freak.” he said firmly.

"then jonathan isn't one too." you say firmly, leaving no room for argument. "if he hasn't hurt anyone, then he has done nothing."

he was quiet for a moment. he knew that you were right, but he was too proud to admit it. he looked away from you as his jaw tensed. he didn’t know how to respond yet again. eventually, he looked back over at you. “fine…” steve let out another sigh. “i won’t go around trying to fight your brother. but he has to stop taking pictures.” he says reluctantly, still contemplating in his head if he made the right decision or not.

"apologize." one-word answers were your thing, to be honest.

steve rolled his eyes again, but deep down, he knew he had no choice but to do it. “i’m.. i’m sorry for bullying your brother.” he mumbled. you scoffed, amused at his obliviousness.

"not to me, dork. my brother." you look him up and down once before walking away to your next class.

steve watched you walk away again as he cursed under his breath. he knew he was going to have to swallow his pride and apologize to jonathan. it wasn’t something he was looking forward to.

it wasn’t until the last class of the day that steve finally got the chance to talk to jonathan when he was alone. steve walked up to him, shoving his hands in his pockets and letting out a huff.

“hey… byers.” he said, his tone rough and cold, already wanting the ground to swallow him whole.

jonathan tensed up when he heard steve’s voice. steve tried to act as nonchalantly as possible but failed miserably. jonathan put away his camera and turned to face him.

“what do you want, harrington?” he said, his voice already annoyed.

steve rolled his eyes at the attitude but tried to stay as calm as he could. “i’m..” he bit back the ‘not sorry’ that was about to come out. instead, he sucked it up. “i'm sorry.” steve said, the words bitter on his tongue.

jonathan studied steve’s face, looking for any signs that he was lying. when he couldn’t find any, he let out a sigh.

“took you long enough.”

“i could just take it back, you know.”

he said, crossing his arms.

“i said I was sorry. just take it.” steve let out a sigh, “why didn’t you tell me she was your sister? that would have saved everyone a lot of trouble.” he said, curious but annoyed as hell.

“didn't see the point in saying anything.” jonathan said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders. “you and your friends probably would have started harassing her, too.”

"cmon, harrington, tell him what I did to you." you say, standing behind him, having heard the entire exchange.

steve jumped a bit at the fact you just appeared out of nowhere. he turned around quickly to face you.

“jesus… stop doing that.” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. he was clearly stressed. “what exactly am I supposed to tell him?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you cross your arms, giving him a one over. "what I did to you. 'brother dearest' here thinks that you and your friends harassed me. what happened instead?"

steve let out a scoff, but it was obvious he had a bit of embarrassment behind it.

“you… punched me.” he said. steve pointed at the faint bruises on his face with his long, slender fingers.

"where?"

"in the face..."

"how hard?"

"like... pretty hard."

"hear that, jonathan?" you smirk smugly, glancing at jonathan to make sure he heard all that. jonathan didn’t say anything. he was watching observing you both, his eyes narrowed.

steve rolled his eyes at them, “yeah, yeah, whatever. stop looking so goddamn smug.” he said, a rosy tint on his cheeks full of pretty moles.

"oh, isn't this the face you make when you bully my brother?" you say condescendingly, "next time you think you can mess with my brother," you glare at him dangerously, "rethink. twice. maybe thrice." you put an arm around jonathan and walk away, leaving steve there.

steve stood there in disbelief as he watched you walk off with your arm around your brother. he could feel tommy and carol’s eyes on him, knowing they had probably heard everything. steve ignored them. something about what you said was getting to him.

it had been a few days since everything happened. the weekend had passed, and the new week had started. once monday afternoon rolled around, steve and his friends were sitting by their usual spot in the cafeteria.

as usual, steve was surrounded by tommy, carol, and some of his other friends, but he seemed a bit distracted. while they were all talking, steve’s eyes kept drifting over towards where you, your sibling and both of y'all's friends were sitting.

his friends had noticed that he wasn’t actually listening to anything they were saying.

“what’s with you, harrington? got a crush on one of ‘em or somethin’?” tommy snickered.

steve’s attention quickly snapped back to them. he rolled his eyes at the other boy’s question. he knew it was right, he did have a teensy crush on one of them, but he'd never admit it.

“dude, no. shut up.” he said with an irritated tone, waving him off.

“come on, i saw you looking over at them.” tommy pestered, a smirk on his face.

carol let out a snicker, “yeah, I wonder which one you were looking at..”

"i think i know which one" tommy glances at jonathan and the both of them start laughing their asses off.

steve brushes them off, “i was just looking at them. don’t get your hopes up.” steve said as he leaned back in his seat. he didn’t want to admit that he was staring at you. tommy scoffed, not believing his words for a second. “yeah, right. you’re checking someone out, harrington. we know it.”

steve found it terrifying that they didn't even specify one of you both.

he scoffs, breaking out of his trance and rolled his eyes at him. “shut up.” he said, shoving him lightly. “i’m not checking anyone out.”

steve's eyes glanced over at you again. he watched you from across the cafeteria. you were just talking to your friends, smiling, and laughing. a part of him really wanted to just go over there and join you, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt stupid.

he was snapped out of his thoughts when tommy nudged him.

“dude, you’re staring again!” carol exclaimed, a slight smirk still on her face. steve quickly averted his gaze from you, his cheeks turning faintly red. “no, I’m not.” he lied, his tone unconvincing.

“bro.. it’s pathetic. just go over to whoever it is already.” tommy said, his tone serious despite his words being anything but.

“shut up.” steve said, shoving him lightly again. he knew he wasn’t going to go over to them. “even if I wanted to, i’d never get the chance.” he said, his tone bitter towards himself.

tommy laughed at his response, clearly amused by the reaction he was getting. “why couldn’t you?” he asked, his tone mocking and he faux pouts.

steve let out a frustrated sigh, not wanting to admit why he couldn’t. he was the “king” of hawkins high, and he had a reputation to uphold. “because, tommy, she hates me. remember?” he said, trying to push his annoyance to the side.

“it's a she, huh..." tommy said with faux surprise.

"i mean, she hates you, yeah, cause you were being a dick.” carol chimed in, her tone unbothered. steve shot her a glare, but didn’t say anything to refuse that. he couldn’t argue against the truth.

tommy snickered, shaking his head as he leaned forward on the table. “look at you, stevey. can’t even approach a single person. you’ve gone soft.” he said teasingly.

steve clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to smack the smile off Tommy’s face.

“shut up, hagan.” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “i’m not soft. i’m not… i’m not scared to talk to them.” steve mumbled.

tommy and carol looked at each other while trying not to laugh at steve’s denial.

“sure, harrington.” they said in unison, both of them knowing that steve was lying to himself.

steve groaned, running a hand through his hair. he hated how they knew him too damn well. he hated how his friends knew that he was lying. and most of all, he hated how goddamn right they always were about things like this. he was silent for a few moments before letting out a frustrated huff.

“you won’t shut up about this until I go talk to them, will you?” steve said with irritation. “nope.” tommy said, both of them wearing smug smiles. they knew they had won this fight as usual.

steve leaned his head back in his chair, his annoyance increasing. he looked over at the byers again, debating on if he should really do it or not. he really did want to talk to you again. but he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. after a few moments of internal debate, he let out a sigh. he pushed his chair back and stood up.

tommy and carol looked surprised, clearly not expecting him to actually go through with it. "you're actually going to do it?" tommy asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. steve rolled his eyes, trying to seem nonchalant, "yeah. just shut up and watch." with that said, steve started making his way over to the byers’ table, his heart racing in his chest. he could hear his friends whispering and snickering behind him, but he ignored it.

as he approached them, the byers seemed to notice him and fell quiet. you were the first to notice him, your eyes locking with his as he got closer. a smirk crept onto your face as jonathan tried to glare holes in steve.

steve let out a quiet huff, stopping in front of you two.

he could feel his confidence fading the longer he stood in front of you, but he was too far into this to back out.

“can i, uh…” steve started, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “can I talk to you?” he said, looking towards you.

you made a hand gesture, signaling him to continue, "talk."

steve let out a shaky breath, surprised that you agreed so quickly. he spared a glance over at jonathan, who was still shooting daggers at him.

“alone.” he said, looking back at you.

"hmm..." you think for a second before nodding and adding a tiny "okay".

steve nodded, his shoulders relaxing a bit. he could feel a few people staring at him, and he knew that his friends back at his table were watching, but he ignored them.

"uh.. follow me." he said, gesturing for you to walk with him.

he led you out of the cafeteria and down to the hallway where the bathrooms were. he leaned back against the wall as you stopped, trying to act as casual as possible. he let out a sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. he looked over at you, his heart pounding in his chest. he had no idea what he was doing. he tried to figure out what to say, but his mind was fuzzy. before, he had everything planned out, what to say, how to act, but the more he looked into your eyes, the more he forgot.

“i.. uh..” he muttered out but found himself at a loss for words.

you raise an eyebrow, "what's wrong with you today?" you ask coldly.

steve let out a frustrated huff. “look… i-i wanted to talk…” why was it so hard for him to actually say what he was trying to say?

at that point, you couldn't take his shit anymore, "yeah, so talk, how many times do I have to repeat one thing?"

he let out another sigh, irritated with his own inability to be honest. “i… look, i was a dick the other day, okay?” he hated actually having to say the words. but he knew he had to say them if he wanted to get anywhere.

"okay, and why're you saying this to me?" you said, clearly confused. you weren't the one he did wrong to, were you?

steve was taken aback by your question, and honestly, he wasn't sure how to answer it. “what do you mean ‘why’m I telling you this’?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. he puts his hands on hips.

"it's my brother who you did the shitty things to, not me. so I don't get why you keep on apologizing." you confront him sharply.

he let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. he was annoyed at how difficult this conversation was going. “i know it was your brother I did the shitty things to. but aren't you all like.. super close?” he asked, trying to explain without sounding like a dumbass (which he knew he did, he didn't care though).

"yeah, and?" you didn't get how the two topics were related to each other, but you still answered regardless.

“and… wouldn’t that mean you’d be just as pissed as him?” steve said, his voice almost a snap.

you scoffed, was he fuckin' crazy?

"listen, broke boy, get straight to the point."

“i...” he hesitated for a second before looking you in the eyes again.

“i was just wondering if we could maybe make some sort of, truce or something?” he said, feeling his own embarrassment at the words.

you were bewildered. truce? what... did he even mean by that?

as he stared into your widened-but-disgusted eyes, his irritation faded and was replaced with a sense of slight helplessness. his eyes became a bit bigger too, yearning for understanding.

he let out a sigh, trying to maintain his composure. “i just said, i wanna call a truce.” he said, trying not to sound like he was begging.

he took a deep breath.

"we put this whole bullshit situation aside. we're not friends. but, we're, i don't know... acquaintances? maybe?" he huffed. "if you'd cooperate, that is."

"okay, i guess." you say, while closely observing him. he had a few moles, alright. and... he looked cute, and you hated to admit it and there was no way you’d show that you were a least bit interested.

"that's all? nothing else you want from me?" you said sassily, trying to mask your admiration for him.

steve nodded, a mix of annoyance and uncertainty in his stance.

“yes, that’s ‘all’.” he said, using your own mocking words against you.

steve let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. you noticed how put together his hair was. perfectly messy, perfectly neat, strands of hair out of place shaping his perfect face. you get cozy in your leaning position, a comfortable silence filling the room. to you, though.

his eyes flickered up as you leaned against the wall. you could say he was caught off guard by the lack of a sarcastic response. for a moment, he just watched you silently. you casual leaning seemed to make your whole presence even more infuriating to him.

he was growing more and more irritated the longer he was in your presence.

steve tried to ignore the feeling, but he couldn’t. the way you were just standing there with your arms crossed, giving him a look that was impossible to figure out… it was driving him insane.

the silence was making the atmosphere even more tensed.

his fingers fidgeted at his side as he tried to contain his frustration.

“quit looking at me like that.” he finally grumbled, eyes flickering away from your face.

"mmh, like what?" you drawl out, teasing him with your words. you knew that your eyes were a bit eerily pretty, if that made any sense. one could, "drown in your eyes", they said. you smirked and crossed your arms, finding amusement in his nervousness.

he let out a huff. he didn’t know how to describe the look you were giving him. It was a mixture of boredom and disinterest, but with a touch of something else he couldn’t quite identify... at least that's what he thought.

“like you wanna hit me..” he said, his voice a low and embarrassed mutter.

"wrong answer, try again." you say smugly. you knew how you were looking at him. you were basically asking for trouble. but the good sorta trouble. the one that feels good.

steve let out a sigh, his irritation growing. he thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to describe your look. “ugh... fine! like you’re observing me. like you’re trying to figure me out or something. are you happy now?”

"kinda. but that's not the answer i was lookin' for."

the tension in the room was palpable, you could feel it. you knew that he felt it too. the same thumping in the heart, the same warmness in between the legs, you knew it all too well.

a familiar flush creeps on his face, but he tries to hide it with his indifferent words.

he clenched his jaw, his patience slipping further away.

“jesus christ. what answer are you looking for then?” he asked with 'irritation'.

"you tell me." you murmur lowly, setting a hot atmosphere in the room.

steve rolled his eyes, his irritation reaching its peak. he looked you in your ocean deep eyes, trying to find an answer to your question. “you’re looking at me like you want...” steve trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

"want?" you smirked at his struggle, finding it cute.

he suddenly found himself at a loss for words, his mind blanking.

his eyes wandered to your mouth for a moment, fixating on the smirk on your face. he realized what words were trying to escape his mind.

he pushed the thought away, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t expose his brain’s traitorous thoughts.

“you’re looking at me like…”

steve's eyes were still fixed on your lips, his brain betraying him with thoughts he tried to push away.

he knew he was going to regret whatever he was going to say but couldn’t find a way to stop himself.

“like you....” he stutters once more. your smirk was infuriating, but he also found himself hating how attractive it was.

his brain was fighting itself with different thoughts that conflicted with each other.

"like i what, steve?" you say slowly, making sure it rubs him in all the right ways.

steve’s eyes locked with yours, unable to look away. he was lost in the moment, conflicted between his growing irritation towards you and the strange fascination with your smirk.

he took a breath, realizing that he had to say something. but before he could even think properly, he did something he shouldn’t have.

steve lifted a hand, his fingers gently tracing over your jawline. his heart hammered in his chest as he leaned closer, unable to stop himself. he traced his fingers down to your chin, tilting it up slightly. his mind was blank, his thoughts replaced by a singular desire that he couldn’t fight.

he watched as you closed your eyes, blissfully in peace, a contrast from your smug or pissed expression all the time (not that he didn't find that hot as well).

his body moved of its own accord, his fingers still touching your jawline, gently moving down to your neck. he could barely hear his own breathing, the only sound in his head was the pounding of his heart.

your eyes fluttered open, looking at him. both of your hearts were beating in sync to the beat of rap god by eminem.

steve’s eyes were fixated on yours. he was consumed by a mixture of desire and confusion, his thoughts blurred by a single purpose. he slowly leaned in, his hand still on your neck. he was slowly losing control, the desire to close the distance even more overwhelming.

"steve..." you softly say. this wasn't right, he had a girl. but... still, why did it feel so right? like both of you were meant to be together, like a cap and the pen, the sun and the moon. but...

"steve, stop..." you say, your voice with a touch of begging. but steve barely registered the sound of his name, his mind consumed by the proximity of your faces.

he let out a shaky breath, his fingers still lingering at your neck. he was too far gone, unable to move away.

“yeah..?” he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly.

"your girlfrie..." your voice trailed off, unable to finish. you wanted it so bad, you wanted all of him to yourself, but he already belonged to someone else.

steve’s eyes widened slightly, the words snapping him back to reality even though you didn't finish the sentence. he stopped, his hand lingering at your neck for a moment before he pulled away, taking a step back.

his mind was still a blur, filled with a mix of desire, guilt, and a desperate need for control.

"i... i have to go." you say abruptly, and you quickly push him away and leave, scared of what would happen if you didn't stop him... but, you wanted him, there was no denying it. it's just that... you couldn't have him.

steve was left standing alone in the hallway, still trying to process what had just happened. he was confused, frustrated, and deeply annoyed with himself for losing control.

“damnit...” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing his hands over his face.

he was left standing alone in the hallway, still trying to process what had just happened. he was confused, frustrated, and deeply annoyed with himself for losing control.

“fuck...” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing his hands over his face.

he stood there for a few moments, trying to sort through the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling in his head. he was angry at himself for almost giving in to what he knew was a terrible idea, but there was also a part of him that couldn’t deny the intense feeling he had felt in that moment.

with a frustrated huff, he pushed himself away from the wall and started making his way back to the cafeteria, trying to compose himself enough to not let the others see what had just happened.

tnx for reading! again, totally inspired by @daisyrandoneee on c.ai, headers by @strangergraphics-archive. thanks to mina, for specially proofreading this, as well as tiana. and veena for the support! expect pt.2 in the next 10 years or so! byeeeeeeeeeeeee

[nakibistan]

List of notable Muslim allies of queer, trans or LGBTQI+ folks

Imam al-Nawawi – ally of Mukhannathun or trans femmes, female transsexuals and effeminate queers

Saint Khawaja Gharib Nawaz – ally and patron of Hijra and Khawaja Sara communities

Saint Baba Bulleh Shah – ally and patron of Muslim Khawaja Sira communities

Saint Lal Shabaz Qalander – patron of Khawaja Sira & trans Muslim communities

Abu Muhammad Ali Ibn Hazm – ally of queer Muslims

Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini - ally of transgender & intersex folks

Sheikh Muhammad Sayyid Tantawi - ally of trans & intersex folks

Amina Wadud - ally of LGBTQI+ Muslims, founder of Queer Islamic Studies and Theology (QIST)

Gulbanu Khaki/Gul Khaki - ally of LGBTQ+ muslims, mother of a gay imam

Khaled Hosseini - ally of transgender & proud muslim dad of a transgender child

Siddika Jessa - LGBTQI+ activist, mother of a gay muslim son

Ani Zonneveld

Pamela Taylor

Laura Silver

Omid Safi

Kecia Ali

Ghazala Anwar

Ensaf Haider

Saleemah Abdul-Ghafur

Farid Esack

Zaitun Mohamed Kasim/Toni Mohamed Kasim

Anne-Sophie Monsinay

Imam Kahina Bahloul

Imam Philip Tuley

Imam Tahir Chaudhry

Scott Siraj al-Haqq Kugle

Farouk Peru

Abdennur Prado

Ingrid Mattson

Hasan Minhaj

Reza Aslan

Alia Bano

Zaid Ibrahim

Azahn Munas

Ayman Fadel

Inayat Bunglawala

Shahla Khan Salter

Nakia Jackson

Jeewan Chanicka

Taj Hargey

Michael Muhammad Knight

Maajid Nawaz

Shehnilla Mohamed

Mustafa Akyol

Writer Sabina Khan

Activist Jerin Arifa

Urvah Khan - LGBTQI+ ally, co-founder of Muslim Pride Toronto

Imam Khaleel Mohammed

Imam Tareq Oubrou

Imam Dr Rashied Omar

Shaykha Fariha Fatima al-Jerrahi

Shaykha Amina Teslima al-Jerrahi

Scholar Hussein Abdullatif

Maysoun Douas

Fátima Taleb

Aydan Özoğuz

Omid Nouripour

Özcan Mutlu

Ekin Deligöz

Cem Özdemir

Artist Nadia Khan

Marina Mahathir

Siti Musdah Mulia

Karima Bennoune

Grand Mufti Sheikh Assadullah Mwale

Muneeb Qadir

Dr. Amir Hussein

Dr. Sana Yasir

Dr. Sali Berisha

Dr. Omer Adil

Hashim Thaçi

Albin Kurti

Supermodel Nadia Hussain

Irish-Bangladeshi singer Joy Elizabeth Akther Crookes

Salma Hayek

Fouad Yammine

Pakistani Director Asim Abbasi

Pakistani Actress Nadia Jamil

Indian Actor Saqib Saleem

Indian Actor Irrfan Khan

Indian Actor Aamir Khan

Indian Actress Zeenat Khan/Aman

Indian Actress Shabana Azmi

Indian Actress Saba Azad

Indian Actress Sara Ali Khan

Indian Actress Huma Qureshi

Indian Director Zoya Khan

Pakistani Actor Furqan Qureshi

Bangladeshi Actress Azmeri Haque Badhon

Actor Muneeb Butt

Indian Actress Zareen Khan

Indian Actor Imran khan

Pakistani Actress Mehar Bano

Filmmaker Faruk Kabir

Filmmaker Saim Sadiq

Filmmaker Sharmeen Obaid-Chinoy

Riz Ahmed

Zayn Malik

Sally El-Hosaini

Malala Yousefzai

Hafid Abbas

Hojatoleslam Kariminia

Singer Sherina Munaf

Writer Alifa Rifaat

Writer Ismat Chughtai

Activist Nida Mushtaq

Activist Aan Anshori

Abdul Muiz Ghazali

Kyai Hussein Muhammad

Marzuki Wahid

Gigi Hadid

President Abdurrahman Wahid (Gus Dur) - ally of waria or transgender females

Sinta Nuriyah - ally of trans & waria folks

Politician Keith Ellison

Mayor Sadiq Khan

Politician Ilhan Omar

Politician Rashida Tlaib

Politician Rushanara Ali

Politician Nabilah Islam

Politician Shahana Hanif

Politician Rama Yade

Politician Humza Yousaf

Politician Zarah Sultana

UK Sectratary General Zara Mohammed

Turkish politician Kemal Kılıçdaroğlu

Bengali Influencer Sobia Ameen

Shaykh Michael Mumisa

Muhammad Musharraf Hossain Bhuiyan

Mufti Abdur Rahman Azad - Hijra ally

Sheikh Hasina - Ally of hijra-intersex communities

Lawyer Iftikhar Chaudhry

Amani Al-Khatahtbeh

Professor Amel Grami

Professor Muhammad Aslam Khaki

Mohammad Hashim Kamali

Mehrdad Alipour

Lawyer Imaan Mazari/Iman Mazari

Shireen Mazari

Syed Murad Ali Shah