#my mom immigrated

[bixels]

Jesus man, relax.

[patron-saint-of-lesbeans]

Please pray for all those going to the March for Life this week, that they put their trust in God and not in princes.

[reineydraws]

so there's this post that talks about how people call jason's curved knife a kris but it's not a kris 'cuz why would he have a southeast asian knife? and op's tags say if you're gonna give him an 'exotic' weapon at least make him malay or something. a later reblog adds a filipino kris as an example, and then i was like, 'omg, jason in a barong tho.' SO i tried designing a bat-barong inspired by his hood logo, for a filipino jason haha. and now here we are! 😊✨️🇵🇭

[pedrospatch]

i’m a u.s citizen. but because i look a certain way and my skin is a certain color, i’m genuinely so fucking scared of these ice raids. they have been snatching up citizens and documented immigrants based on their appearance. it’s almost like it doesn’t have anything to do with citizenship status.

[autismvampyre]

the fucking arrogance and blatant nationalism in the way europeans declare polce brutality a "US problem" as if americans are the only people with a corrupt system

my leftist swedish mother actually agrees with ACAB with the addendum that it's only the Americans, we're not like that here

let the brutal forced used on greta thunberg, a swedish teenager protesting climate change, by dutch police be a testament to the lie of european "democracy" and how it is democracy in name and nothing else.

let the immigrant kids who are brutalized, humiliated and oppressed every day in sweden by cops who "protect and serve" serve as a reminder of how incredibly flawed we are.

let the 700% increase in death by cops in sweden in the last ten years show us how we are no better than the americans we condemn.

we are not better. you are buying into propaganda if you think this doesn't apply to your country too

[maria-ruta]

I'm having a bad mood today

Would you draw my blorbo for me please?

[anderfels]

every time someone tries to disparage taash for the way they act during the dinner where they come out to their mom, it makes my bloodlust meter fill. (i can only speak from the perspective where i encourage them to embrace rivaini culture more since i haven't gotten far enough in my playthrough where i plan to tell them to embrace qunari culture more.)

like this is very clearly about more than just them being non-binary. i don't know if you paid attention, but taash does call out their mom for always questioning them and never just being happy for them. they ask why they can never be good enough for her. from the way shathann volunteered taash without asking them to the way that she dismisses the food that taash brings her, it's clear that this is an on-going point of contention with them.

and taash exploring their gender identity is obviously something that means a lot to them. this is incredibly personal. it's weird i even have to say that? so for their mom to be like "did i do this? what if you're something else?" like of course taash is going to be upset. their mom is a) questioning them again, this time on something that they're genuinely trying to open up about and talk to her about without her talking over them and b) trying to tell them who they are (by saying it's possible they're just aqun-athlok) which, again, is something that taash doesn't like, and c) the entire thing with shokra toh ebra where taash doesn't want to struggle with this because it's like their entire life has been a struggle (struggling with cultural identity and gender identity, their relationship with their mom, etc). they just wanted their mom to listen and to be happy for them. this is a culmination of everything that taash has experienced in regards to their relationship with their mother!

and also? this is an incredibly emotionally charged moment! they're not going to be acting rationally! they're not going to be thinking "oh, my mom was raised as a scholar, that's why she questions a lot"! what are you people expecting from them!

sorry, i know this is disjointed and probably doesn't make sense but omg!!!!!! taash get behind me!!!

[myokk]

Sebastian had a few days leave from duty so he visited Eloise😇😇

[pigeons-with-jello]

born to say [ɒ]chivist, forced to say [ɑː]rchivist (im american)

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

your stupid "what am i? an alien?" jokes are so rude to both immigrants (who are actually, legally called aliens as a derogative) and intersex people who are way worse affected by that law than your perisex american ass ever would be. But way to go, bigot.

oh, I’m sorry for being so ignorant about politics and so oblivious. I’m not being sarcastic. The only time I actually saw anything about gender laws was back when my friends mentioned it along with some other executive orders. I’m so sorry, because I know nothing, apparently, and I’m super useless. I never mean to say anything in a disrespectful or rude manner, and I now realize the truth behind my statement. I’m sure your main blog knows all about that political shit you coward, so why anon? I’m sorry I’m not a 40 year old stereotypical American person who is all about politics, and I’m sure even what you said could be seen as common sense, but I’m stupid, and I’m not exaggerating. hey, I’m sure I could have definitely used a better word for that joke. I apologize. Is Martian better? Are you happy now? Do you feel proud behind that stupid phone screen for correcting me. I’d love to hear more about politics if you had the time. I’m serious. Not that I would read all of it, though. I guess I’m just a bigot, wow. Honestly, I’ve never heard about immigrants being called aliens, despite being one myself. But go off I guess? Guess I’ll just shut up about politics entirely. Hope you’re happy making a random blog shut up. I’m honestly pretty speechless from that. Enjoy the rest of your life asshole. I’ll just stop posting on the pride community then.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

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[iwatcheditbegin]

I’m so sick of every white liberal in my life who repeatedly kept and keeps telling me and other margnized folks that we will be okay and that this is just media panic.

Even if it is media panic, even if none of this stuff actually happens, People have every right to be scared based on what did happen last time. There’s also still so much harm when that hateful rhetoric is amplified

[weezerlvr228]

what are they doing to his leg💔💔

[uc1wa]

tags: christmas mentioning, long distance-ish relationship, uci haji

"maybe one day you can come with me for winter break. or part of it." hajime sighs the words from the other side of his laptop screen, the man who has small eye bags setting in under his eyes and an irvine crewneck covering his top half.

his hair is a mess; brown strands that ultimately look like porcupine spikes cover his head, one eye squished from the way that his palm holds his cheek, the other looking at his screen. his face illuminated in his dark room, the only source of light is his tiny lamp that sits on his bedside table. the other, your face that’s smiling and rolling eyes, making him grin fondly.

"i do wanna meet your family… eventually," you smile. your face is a bit more awake, night time on your side of the world and the early parts of the morning for hajime.

attending the same university was how you met the man you claimed was your other half. joining a similar club that led to volunteering in the same parts of campus. eventually, leading to holding hands until your boyfriend dropped you off at your classes before sprinting to his own. but living on opposite sides of the world was the realization that hit for the past two years around the middle of the school year.

sure, it was only a month. but when seeing each other was standard on a daily basis, you and hajime coordinated times to call.

and, hajime planned the call that was on your christmas eve and his christmas morning. sacrificing a spare hour of sleep to spend time with you while his sun was rising and yours had set.

"maybe next summer?" he questions, and you laugh with a small and tired yawn. "i’d love that," and though he’s just woken up, the light isn’t the only thing illuminating the room, given the smile hajime brings.

"i’ve gotta go soon, making breakfast for the folks," hajime starts, using the american slang he’s picked up from three years of living in the country that you reside in. "grab your present for me, baby. wanna open them now?" a nod and you’re leaning to grab a bag that hajime displayed prettily for you. on his end, he’s standing up briefly to grab the box that you’d wrapped him. a red bow adorning the top with a sticker that reads ‘to: haji’ and ‘from: your baby.’

he laughs as he reads over it, though he read over it when you handed it to him in the airport, too. smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek, then the lips when he had thanked you and asked you to zip it up in his backpack.

"you first," you smile, and hajime gets the urge to fight you on that, but it’s christmas, and though his nervousness is building up in his stomach, he nods with a roll of his eyes.

"fine," a huff of air leaves his lips, and you laugh, knowing his morning breath would hit you smack in the face if it were you instead of a computer screen.

tan fingers untie the red bow, gently unwrapping the paper as if he was going to reuse it later (he wasn’t, but he learned to be soft in everything he did from you). when he unwraps it, a small box is held in his hands, with a showing of the box from him to you and a slight smile that’s never left his lips, he opens it, and his eyes widen.

"shit, you didn’t need to get me this." he takes the gold chain out of the box, one that reads his first name in cursive and is going to look all too pretty around his neck.

"i know, i know. but it’ll look so good on you. saw it when i was shopping once and couldn’t resist," you smile with a tilt of your head. it was just a little something, and after two years of dating, you’d start investing in presents that would last rather than small junk from the mall. (you still had a christmas themed stuffie to give your boyfriend, though; it was more for you to lay against when you’d be in his bed. his pillows weren’t the comfiest, and it wasn’t going to be the easiest to wrap; you’ll give it to him when he comes back).

"this is so… i love it, hun’." his smile has fallen; instead, a face that reads disbelief paints his features, lifting the chain around his neck to hook it against his skin.

"how does it look?" and you smile at the gold that shines, sitting below his neckline. "just how i imagined… maybe better," hajime smiles at your words, his eyes now crinkled by the giant smile he displays before he nods in your direction. "your turn."

hajime’s stomach twists a bit more, loving the chain you’d gifted him and hoping you’d love his gift just as much as he loved yours.

sifting through paper, you unwrap a rectangular figure in the bag, taking the paper off, and setting it on the floor until your bottom lip puckers out and your eyes fall soft.

"oh, haji’," you fond, and he let out an invisible sigh of relief that you liked part of the gift he’s prepared for you. a photo of the two of you on a road trip you’d taken, the outside of the frame held dried cherry blossom petals. ones that he’d taken from his hometown, especially for the frame he ended up decorating for you.

"cherry blossoms?" you question with a smile, looking back up to your screen at a hajime who’s biting his lower lip in anticipation. it takes him a second to realize what you’ve asked, and he’s nodding shyly, "mhm."

he gives you another minute to adore the frame made out of bamboo wood, which holds a picture of his arm wrapped around your shoulders and big smiles pulling both of your cheeks upwards.

"there’s another, probably at the bottom," he looks from the bag to your side and back to you, whose attention is reverted to your computer screen. "y’didn’t have to get me two things," and he shakes his head while you dig towards the bottom of the bag.

an envelope with your name written in fancy cursive, something that you weren’t aware that hajime was capable of doing. opening it, as expected, there’s a cheesy christmas card that he’d probably gotten from your local grocery store. one that makes you laugh and, in turn, makes hajime smile lovingly at you; still, with an upside-down stomach, though.

when you open it, it takes a moment to process what fell out of the card. a white slip filled with tiny words, but once you read them, your eyes widen, and your jaw falls slack. "no…"

"you didn’t," you say, looking up to the man who’s nodding to confirm that what you’re reading is… precisely what you’re reading.

"think you can make it?" he asks with a breathy and nervous laugh, his arm scratching the backside of his neck while he glances away.

a ticket to japan that leaves on the 28th of december, just in time for new years. a ticket that lasts until you two have to fly back to california and start your spring semester together.

"i- holy fuck, hajime. you didn’t have to do that," and he nods because he knows, but he also knows that he wants to share traditions with you. he knows that he wants to introduce you to his family and his best friends from high school. he knows he wants to share a miyagi snow with you and his first un-lonely plane ride back to university.

(and don’t worry. like a good future-son-in-law, hajime called your family to ask permission to buy the ticket beforehand.)

[glass-strawberries]

there's this tiredness in my bones, a type i struggle to define. some days it feels like i'm dragging a dead body behind me, bones rattling and flesh tearing against the drag of the road. but sometimes that body is more alive, has more flesh and blood, but the tears start to gush out blood, marking my steps. 

most days, like today, i just cry. i cry a river of pain and regret and resentment, every wave cascading down that same dead beat body. sometimes i find myself crying for almost no reason at all, coming home to my bed only to sob into the sheets for an eternity. 

[obibail]

i know there’s lots of different takes out there about mixed race jason todd, and by extension willis (and i love them all), but let me float this thought: half-lebanese willis todd. son of an australian immigrant mother (faye gunn) and a lebanese, specifically maronite catholic, immigrant father