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writingwithcolor · 4 years ago

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Being an Agender, 1st-Gen Indian-American

I’m a first-generation immigrant, with both my parents being Indian immigrants. My mom immigrated to Canada before she came to America (when she was in her late twenties), and is a Canadian citizen. She was born and raised in Ahmedabad, a city in Gujarat. My dad moved to India when he was in his early twenties. He moved from Ahmedabad to Mumbai in his fifth standard, and moved from a Gujarati-medium school to an English-medium one.

My dad is more fluent in English than my mom, though they both are fluent and speak mostly without an accent. I speak Gujarati more-or-less fluently, since that’s what we spoke at home, but I can barely even write my name. I’m Hindu, as is my family, and a strict vegetarian. I’m agender, but I use she/her and they/them pronouns.

Beauty Standards

One of the biggest issues in the Indian-American community is the issue of body hair. I’m AFAB, so I was expected to have smooth, hairless legs and arms. The reality was rather different. Since the age of ten, I had more body hair than the boys in my class. I was mocked and called by the name of a TV animal character, whose name was a mispronunciation of my own. No one ever did anything about it. I was eight. My mother, though she meant well, pushed me into waxing and threading and other forms of hair removal since the day I turned eleven. Even now, as a fully-grown adult with my own apartment and my own life, I can’t bring myself to wear shorts or capris without having spent hours making sure my legs are smooth. Body hair is a huge issue that needs to be addressed more, and not just as a few wisps of blonde hair in the armpit region.

Food

It’s complicated. Growing up, we had thaalis (with roti, rice, sweet dal, and shaak [which is a mix of vegetables and spices]) for dinner almost every night. When we didn’t, it was supplemented with foods like pasta, veggie burgers, and khichdi. We made different types of khichdi each time, based off of different familial recipes that were all named after the family member who introduced them. My mom had to make milder food for my sister, and while my sister loves spicy foods now, I’m still not a big fan. A side effect of growing up in a non-white, vegetarian family is that no one in my family has any idea of what white non-vegetarians eat. Like, at all. It’s kind of funny, to be honest.

Holidays/Religion

My mom is a Vaishnav, and my dad is a Brahmin, so the way they both worship is very different. My dad’s family places a huge emphasis on chanting and prayer, as well as meditation. They mostly pray to capital-G G-d, as the metaphysical embodiment of Grace. My mom’s family, however, places emphasis on– I don’t want to say “idol worship" because of the negative connotations that has– but they worship to murtis, statues that represent our gods. My mom’s favored god to pray to is Krishna, and we have murtis in our home that she performs sevato every day.

We celebrate Janmashtmi, Holi, Diwali, Ganesha Puja, Lakshmi Puja– too many to count, really. We don’t always go all-out, especially on most of the smaller celebrations, but we do try and attend the temple lectures on those days, or host our own. We also celebrate Christmas and Easter secularly. I didn’t even know Christmas was a Christian holiday until I was in elementary school, and Easter until I was in high school.

Micro-Aggressions

Whooo, boy. Where do I start?

When my sister was in first grade, she had a friend. I’ll call her Mary. Mary, upon learning that my sister was not, in fact, Christian, brought an entire Bible to school and forced my sister to read it during recess, saying that otherwise, she wouldn’t be her friend anymore. Mary kept telling my sister that she would go to hell if she didn’t repent, and that our entire family was a group of “ugly sinners.” When my sister came to me for advice, I told her that Mary wasn’t her friend, that Mary wasn’t being nice, and that my sister wasn’t going to go to hell, and that we don’t even believe in hell. When my sister finally stood up to Mary and told her that she wasn’t going to listen to her anymore, Mary got angry and dumped a mini-carton of chocolate milk on her and told her that “now she looks like what she is– a dirty [the Roma slur term].” Not only was that inaccurate, it was extremely racist, and Mary was only reprimanded for the milk-spilling, not the racist remark that came with it.

On top of that, since I have long hair, I’m always getting asked if so-and-so can touch it, or what I do to get it so long, or why I allow myself to be “shaped by such backwards ideals of women.” My name is never pronounced correctly, and I’ve been asked to give people my “American name” to be called by instead of my actual name. I’ve been called a terrorist, asked why I wasn’t wearing a hijab (by white people btw), and mocked for my food. I’ve been told that I wasn’t “really Indian” because I didn’t have a dot on my forehead. I’ve been told I wasn’t “really Hindu” because I had milk on my plate, by a white boy whose mom was a leader of a local choir.

I grew up in a town where only 4-5% of the population was South Asian, and there were a total of five South Asians in my grade level. The school administration consistently and intentionally placed us in different classes, and I never made a friend that was South Asian until 7th grade. When I came to the school, I was placed in ESOL without even being tested, while also being in the Advanced Readers class. The school didn’t even care to look at my school records before placing me into ESOL based on the color of my skin.

Things I’d Like to See Less/More Of

I’d like to see less of the “nerd” stereotype, of the “weak, nonathletic” stereotype. I’d like to see less of the “prude” stereotype, of the “I hate my culture/feel I don’t belong” stereotype. I’d like to see less of the “rebellion” stereotype, of the “my parents are so strict and I hate them” stereotype. I never want to see the “unwanted arranged marriage” trope. Ever.

I want to see bulky, tall Indian characters. I’d like to see Indian characters confident in their sexuality, whether that’s not having sex (for LEGITIMATE reasons like risk of STDs, general awkwardness before and after The Deed, and wanting to wait, not “oh my parents said so and also I’m sheltered and innocent”), or having a new sexual partner every night.

I want Indian characters (especially children/teens!!!) proud of their culture and their heritage and their religion, whether that’s Islam, Hinduism, Sikhism, or anything else. I want to see supportive Indian parents, I want to see more than chiding Indian grandmothers and strict Indian fathers. I want to see healthy arranged marriages, or healthy mixed-marriages. I want to see mixed Indian-POC couples, I want to see queer Indian couples.

I want to see body hair on female-presenting characters, I want to see more of India that isn’t “bustling market with the scent of spices in the air” and “poor slums rampant with disease” and “Taj Mahal”. I want to see casual mentions of prayer and Hinduism and Indian culture (a short “My mom’s at the temple, she can’t come pick us up” or a “what is it? i’m in the middle of a holi fight! eep! ugh, gulaab in my mouth” over a phone call, or a “she won’t answer until 12– she’s in her Bharatnatyam class/Gurukul class/doing seva/at the temple” would suffice). I want to see more Indian languages represented than just Hindi. There’s Tamil, Gujarati, Marathi, Nepali, and Kashmiri, just off the top of my head. The language your character speaks depends on the place they come from in India, and they might not even speak Hindi! (I don’t!)

I hate that Indian culture is reduced to “oppressive, strict, and prudish” when it's so much more than that. I hate that Indians are stereotyped to the point where it is a norm, and the companies reinforcing these stereotypes don’t take responsibility for their actions and don’t change. I hate the appropriation of Indian culture (like yoga, pronounced “yogh”, not “yo-gaaa” fyi, the Om symbol, meditation, and Shri Ganapathidada) and how normalized it is in Western society.

This ended up a lot longer than I had expected, but I hope it helps! Good luck with your writing :)

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taqrir · 3 years ago

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boy do i have a story for you so okay this is kinda related to the husband thing but also highkey a hate crime with a plot twist JDJDJF 😭 so i started wearing niqab shortly after my 14th birthday like right before i started high school and this was before the pandemic so it was not normal to cover your face then 💔. anyways this one time me and my friend (who is also muslim but just a hijabi) are taking the train home from school and we're drinking yoohoo chocolate milk. the ones in the little cardboard boxes. I'm wearing all black, my hijab niqab and abaya. and this guy. this white man. he points to my niqab WHILE IM SIPPING CHOCOLATE MILK and he's like "did your husband make you wear that?" 0_o all i respond is that I'm not old enough to be married. and he's like well. did your dad make you wear that? and I'm like no ?? anyways me and my friend are getting uncomfortable and he's like oh well do you two go to [REDACTED] high school? and me and my friend are like 😦 bc we DO but we don't say anything and he's like i could tell... my daughter went to that school. so this man knew i was in high school yet asked about my husband anyway... ugh and then I'm like signaling for my friend to get off at my stop but she doesn't. and she texts me that the guy was Drunk and he admitted he was curious bc HE'S MUSLIM HIMSELF ⁉️an albanian white muslim but he didn't grow up practicing... literally the wildest day of my life 😭

NO oh my god 😭 that's literally the worst why are people so 😖🥴 i think non muslims should just stop having opinions about us or in this case non practicing ones 💖 also i've taken to carrying my school textbooks out with me so people know i'm a School-going Student Thank You

#ask #suhaylahs #suha

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mywritingonlyfans · 4 years ago

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Hiiii

So I just need to rant:

Basically I’m kind of chubby (been overweight pretty much my entire life because of a medicine I was on as a child for asthma) and it’s destroyed my self esteem and confidence. I’ve never been a confident person but staying home has made me hate myself even more. Like when I go out now (I’m fully vaccinated so occasionally I’ll go shopping and stuff) I’m so self conscious. And it doesn’t help that my mom constantly brings up my weight and says that I need to lose it and I’ll be even prettier when I’m skinny. I understand it’s coming from a good place, but it’s just too much. She doesn’t understand how much I hate myself and how i would literally do anything to lose weight. I feel like I’ve tried everything and all it did was ruin my relationship with food. And I genuinely don’t have anyone to talk to about it because nobody understands. I don’t have any real friends and the couple of people that I talk to are all skinny so they don’t get it. And my mom was also skinny her whole life because she has a really bad stomach so she basically barely ate growing up. I’m really close with her, but she just doesn’t understand. I also need to buy some new clothes for school and stuff (I basically only own pajamas lol) and it’s so hard because I wear the hijab (which means I have to dress modestly) and I hate the way everything looks on me. I know physical appearance doesn’t matter but it’s annoying when every single person I know has had at least one guy be interested in them while nobody has ever even looked at me. I know it’s because of my looks because I honestly don’t think I have a bad personality. This has also really destroyed my mental health because I literally can’t be happy. I’m about to cry just typing this. It’s so annoying because I think everyone is beautiful and I believe in body positivity but I just hate myself so much. I want to lose weight so bad but I really don’t think I eat too much and I’ve been trying to walk a few miles every morning so hopefully that will help. I’m sorry this is so long, but I genuinely have nobody that can talk to and I just wanted to get this off my chest. I just don’t want to hate myself anymore, but it feels impossible. And It! sucks because all of my problems are outward. Like I like who I am and my personality and stuff, but I feel so ugly all the time. Ugh I’m sorry for the long ask I just needed to talk.

hey, feel free to talk to me whatever you feel like you need someone💖 i'm glad you're comfortable venting with me here, the idea that you're verbalizing something that makes you feel bad can help you feel at least a little better, at least I hope you're feeling more relieved after typing this sweetie 🥺

it's horrible to see you talking about you that way because from the little i talked to you i could see how amazing you are, i wish i could get you to focus only on these things but unfortunately i know society is capable of make us think of ourselves as 'always not being enough', i really wish i could give you an arm and tell you this in person, you really seem like an amazing person... and i'm mad rn bc i wish i could help you in some way

I could go on, write a huge text saying how your body doesn't define you and that you shouldn't care about it (which is true) but I believe you're tired of hearing it and I also believe that it won't be one random girl from the other side of the world that will manage to make these words make sense to you, yet if you need to vent, talk about anything, i'll be fine here for you, okay? sometimes just talking about things can help us more than it looks!

If you feel like i should delete it just let me know!

#ily #youre a sweetheart!!#i love interacting with yooou!!!#pls feel urself being hugged🤗

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noorengels · 4 years ago

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aight so basically at the start amira was arguing with her mum because she took off her hijab at work and she’s like don’t you see you don’t have to do that you have to fight back and her mum was like omg wearing the hijab doesn’t make me more muslim just let me live and amira was like i know but the issue is that you didn’t chose to take it off u were forced to and she’s like what do i do then?? get fired?? and amira was like no we fight back like in restaurants when they get the price ring and we have to pay more we’re not supposed to just accept it to not be the moors that cause a scene and then she stormed off and prayed then my boy dani came and she was like go away and he was like i’m no leaving until you tell me what happened (also apologising for amiras bag being stolen and “why didn’t you tell me i would’ve walked you”) and she was like ugh it bothered me seeing you kiss eva so now i don’t want to see you okay ? and then there was a massive pause and dani was like idk what to say but then he was like “when you asked me to coach rugby i only accepted because i’d get to spend time with you. i had lost hope but just getting to see you was enough, i was okay with it. idk when it happened, if it’d been a year or two years but i like you” and stuff like that and then amira was like omg and then after a while she opened the door and they just stared at each other smiling

#skam españa

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bunnygirl330 · 5 years ago

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𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝;

pairing: ander muñoz x omar shana, background guzman nunier osuna x nadia shana

genre: angst, fluff, future au

word count: 6.3k

warnings: internalized homophobia

summary: Ander's grandparents are coming to visit for the first time in 7 years, there's just one problem. They're Catholic and unaware of Ander's relationship with Omar. Ander is hoping that he can get through the week without them finding out and without him losing his temper.

a/n: The title of this comes from Take me to Church which I know is an old song now but I've always loved it and I felt like it really applied here. This fic is only edited by me so all mistakes are my own, please let me know if you find any so that I can fix them.I have seen a lot of fics about Omar coming out to his family because that's what they focus on in the show but I thought it would be interesting to see Ander's perspective of coming out to someone who wouldn't be as accepting as his mother.It was also really important to me to show someone accepting Ander (which in this case was Mateo) because I think a lot of the time Catholics (or any other badly portrayed religion) get a bad reputation and it's important to remember that not all strictly religious people will be unaccepting. AO3

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Ander had never dreaded anything more in his life than he was dreading this next week. He’d graduated high school, he’d got a degree, he’d even helped Omar come out to his parents but nothing was as bad as this. Ander hadn’t spoken to his grandparents in almost 7 years, except of course for the occasional phone call on is birthday and Christmas, but this was different. They were coming to stay for a week and there was absolutely no way he could avoid them for that long.

Ander’s grandparents know absolutely nothing about his life, they think they do, but none of it’s true. They didn’t go to his wedding, well they had never been invited, they thought he was single, much to his grandmother’s dismay, and Ander couldn’t stand the thought of having to keep up that charade for a whole week.

“Hey,” Ander snapped out of his trance as Omar’s arms snaked around his waist and he relaxed into his touch. “still thinking about next week?” Omar asked cautiously, knowing the impending visit was becoming an increasingly touchy subject for Ander.

“I can’t help it,” Ander whined “every time I think about it it makes me want to be sick!” Omar spun Ander round to face him,

“Listen, I know that this is difficult, but if we got through three years of a relationship without my parents knowing, then we can go through one more week of pretending.” Omar was trying his best to soothe his husband but he knew at this point that it was basically useless.

“But I thought we agreed we wouldn’t pretend again, not after all the shit we went through with your dad.” Omar gave Ander a look of sympathy as he pulled him into a hug, “Ugh,” Ander sighed “why do my grandparents have to be fucking Catholics?” Omar chuckled as Ander continued to grumble into his shoulder.

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The next week came around far too quickly for Ander’s liking and before he knew it he was lying in bed with Omar dreading the next morning when his grandparents would arrive. Ander was spinning his wedding ring round on his finger so Omar could tell he was nervous.

“I don’t wanna make you feel any worse but you do know you’re gonna have to take that off when your grandparents are here right?”

“Oh my god, I didn’t even think about that!” Ander said as he dropped his head into his hands with a groan.

“It’s not like it’s just you. I can’t wear mine either, do you really think I’d be your roommate if I was married?” Ander looked up at Omar with a dejected look on his face.

“You must realise that that doesn’t make me feel better. All it does is make me feel as if we’re going backwards.” Ander looked as if he was about to cry and Omar felt a pang in his heart as he looked at his face, “To your parents I was your roommate for three years and I don’t know if I can do that again…” Ander trailed off as the tears began to fall from his eyes and his head fell onto Omar’s chest.

“I know…… I know,” Omar whispered as he started stroking his fingers over Ander’s soft curls, “but you heard what Azucena said, her parents are almost eighty and if you told them now they might end up dying from the shock.” Omar’s attempt to lighten the mood earned a small giggle from Ander but it sounded more like a hiccup because of his crying. “Plus you’ll still have me there, I won’t be gone. And you’ll have Guzman and Nadia. We’re here for you Ander. I promise.” Omar leaned down and kissed his hair. Ander looked up and kissed Omar, gently at first but then Omar opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Everything would be alright, Ander knew that, because he had Omar, and nobody could ever take that away from him.

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The next morning was a flurry of activity. Nadia and Guzman arrived at 9 to help them set up and Ander’s grandparents were due to arrive with his mother at around noon. All pictures resembling any sort of romantic relationship between Ander and Omar were taken down and hidden in the airing cupboard, all of Ander’s belongings were moved into the spare bedroom and Nadia had cleaned the entire apartment from head to toe by 11:50, Guzman had tried to help her but gave up after half an hour as Nadia saw him as more of a nuisance than a source of aid.

The four of them stood surveying the apartment, Ander had a look of complete helplessness on his face.

“It just looks….. empty.” Ander said. Of course, he didn’t mean empty in a sense of a lack of furniture and objects, they were all still exactly where they had been. What Ander meant was that it seemed empty of happiness and love, as if by taking pictures off the wall they had stripped his and Omar’s house of the very thing that made it their home. For Ander that wasn’t even the worst part though, he kept touching his ring finger expecting the cool metal to be there but each time was instead filled with a sense of dread. Omar and Ander had put their wedding rings back in their boxes earlier that morning and he felt as if a small piece of his soul had been put in the box too. Ander felt like he was about to break down but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Nadia and Guzman went to sit on the couch as Omar spun Ander to face him, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Hey, listen to me, it’s gonna be okay. It’s not like they’re staying here so you don’t have to pretend all the time, it’s just a few hours. Besides, I’ll be right here the whole time.” Ander quickly pecked Omar on the lips and then tried to muster up the best smile he could as Omar joined the others on the couch.

“Grandma! Grandad! It’s so lovely to finally see you again.” Ander hugged his mother, shook hands with his grandfather and then finally came face to face with his grandmother, the source of all his nightmares over the past two months.

“Ander, honey, it’s been too long!” His grandmother exclaimed pinching his cheeks with excitement. Ander plastered a smile on his face and replied,

“I know it has Grandma, I’m happy you’re finally here.” his grandmother gave his cheeks one last squeeze and then released him.

The four of them made their way over to the living area where Nadia, Guzman and Omar had been awkwardly waiting, not entirely sure what to do amidst the family reunion. The three of them stood up to greet the guests, all giving Azucena a warm hug and shaking the hand of Ander’s grandfather. As his grandma approached Guzman her face lit up,

“Oh, Guzman, it’s so lovely to see you! I can’t believe you and Ander are still friends after all this time!”

“Mrs López, it’s lovely to see you too.” Guzman said politely as she pulled him into a hug.

“Oh don’t be silly, call me Camilla. I’ve known you for too long for you to still be calling me that.” Camilla looked over at Nadia - who was stood closely by Guzman’s side - with a slightly odd look on her face. “And who’s this?” She directed the question towards Guzman rather than Nadia herself much to Nadia’s annoyance, but she kept it hidden well.

“This is Nadia, my beautiful wife.” Guzman stated with a fond look down at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Nadia smiled towards Camilla and extended her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ander’s told us so much about you.” This, of course, was a lie as Ander preferred not to speak of his grandparents, but she didn’t need to know that. Ander’s grandmother simply pursed her lips and nodded towards Nadia leaving her to awkwardly drop her hand back down to her side as Camilla’s hands stayed clutched to her small handbag. Ander, of course, had anticipated this as it was difficult enough for Camilla to accept that him and his mother were atheists and even without her hijab Nadia was clearly not of Spanish or Catholic descent. Still, it hurt Ander to see that his grandmother hadn’t learned to put aside her prejudices yet.

Now it was the moment of truth as Camilla approached Omar, Azucena and her father having already greeted him and sat down on the other end of the L-shaped couch. Camilla’s lips became a fine line as she slowly looked Omar up and down,

“And you are…?” she said slowly as Omar shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

“I’m Omar, Nadia’s brother.” Omar said, refraining from sticking out his hand after her reaction to Nadia and deciding to stare down at his feet instead.

“Why does that qualify you to be here now? This is a family reunion for Ander, not Nadia, not even Guzman.” Camilla’s tone was becoming harsher with every word that came out of her mouth and Omar realised that he’d clearly used the wrong relationship to introduce himself. Ander could feel the tension building in the room and quickly moved to stand beside Omar clasping his shoulder in his hand as he did so.

“Grandma, Omar is also my best friend and my roommate. Remember? I told you about him on the phone when you called to say you were coming.”

“Hmm.” Was Camilla’s only reply as she stalked past the two of them to sit between her daughter and husband. As Ander moved to take a seat next to Omar his grandmother carefully cleared her throat and Ander moved to sit between her and his mother instead.

Camilla made small talk with Ander and Azucena for the next 15 minutes occasionally stopping to ask Guzman a question but blatantly ignoring the other two people in the room. At one point Nadia got up to start making lunch as she had offered to do the day before considering Ander couldn’t cook to save his life, Azucena offered to help but Omar stepped in instead clearly feeling uncomfortable in his current situation.

Lunch was ready 45 minutes later and the seven of them sat down to eat. Nadia had cooked Tortilla Española and patatas bravas in order to keep things traditionally Spanish for Ander’s grandparents.

“Guzman, your wife can cook very nicely.” Camilla said, ignoring the sour look on Nadia’s face that the compliment had been directed towards her husband rather than herself. As if somehow being married to Guzman made her just another part of him, but Nadia said nothing knowing they were here to support Ander.

“Why don’t you have a wife by now Ander?” Camilla turned to look at him with a slightly smug look on her face at her own ability to turn a conversation into something she was interested in. Ander had been dreading this all night, he knew it was bound to come up and yet he prayed that the further they got into the conversation the less likely she was to bring it up, oh how wrong he had been.

“Maybe he’s just waiting for the right person darling.” Ander’s grandfather piped up for basically the first time since they arrived, clearly happy to let his wife do most of the talking.

“Mateo hush, Ander can speak for himself.” Camilla snapped back at her husband.

“I’ve just been focusing on my career right now Grandma.” Ander spouted the pre-prepared lie out of his mouth before the other part of his brain could make him say something stupid. Something like, ‘I am married and I just never told you. Oh and also I’m married to a man.’ because as much as he wanted to say it he knew deep down that it wasn’t the right time, that it was never going to be the right time.

“And I’m sure that’s very good for you darling but my friend happens to have a granddaughter moving down here and it would be lovely if you could meet up with her. She’s very pretty, and I know that you’re not Catholic but it might be nice to see why it’s not such a bad thing to believe in God, despite what your mother may have told you.” She directed the last part of her sentence towards her daughter, the smug smile having returned to her face. Ander gritted his teeth to prevent himself from hurling his plate across the room towards his grandmother, he thought that he and Omar had gotten past all of the arranged marriages with Yusef and Iman but apparently his grandma also thought she had the right to decide who he married. He sighed, he couldn’t let his anger get the best of him, there was no way he’d be able to stop if he started so it was better just not to start.

“It’s very nice of you to offer Grandma but I think it’s better if I find someone on my own.” Ander said with a quick glance towards Omar who had a small smirk on his face, clearly he found this more amusing than Ander.

“But-” Camilla started to retaliate but was quickly cut off by Azucena.

“He said no, okay mum? If Ander wanted your help with his love life then he would ask.” Camilla turned back towards her food with a deep scowl and the four 20-year-olds had to suppress their happiness at Camilla being told to back off, especially Nadia who was beginning to get a sense of deja vu from her own parents before they knew Omar was gay.

Lunch continued in silence and not long after Azucena stated that she would take her parents home considering they’d had a long drive and that they would be back again tomorrow, Azucena and Ander having taken the week off work in order to spend time with Mateo and Camilla. Everyone stood to wave off the three of them and then Ander slammed the door shut after them with a sigh of relief.

“Well that was the longest three hours of my life.” Guzman stated, making the other three burst into laughter considering they all felt exactly the same way. They went to sit back on the couch, Nadia and Guzman intertwined on one side and Ander resting his head on Omar’s chest on the other. With this Ander turned towards Nadia with the intent of apologising for his grandmother’s behaviour but Nadia was too quick and knew Ander too well.

“Ander please don’t start apologising. It’s not your fault that your grandma is a little….. old-fashioned.” She said, trying to find the right word.

“I know but she was just so rude to you. To both of you.” Ander said turning his head back to look at Omar, “I feel like I should’ve said something….” he trailed off staring between the three of them.

“Ander don’t worry about it honestly.” Nadia said gently and then proceeded to move the subject onto something else.

Nadia and Guzman stayed for the rest of the day, the four of them chatting and watching films until they left at around 9.

As Ander gently closed the door behind them Omar came up behind him, spun him round and pushed him into the door Omar’s lips quickly coming into contact with his own as they kissed deeply.

“I’ve been dying to do that all day.” Omar said staring at Ander, his pupils blown with lust.

“Oh yeah?” Ander said with a smirk on his face as he wrapped his hands tightly around the back of Omar’s neck.

“Yeah.” Omar whispered into his ear as he bit down on his earlobe and started kissing down Ander’s neck eliciting small moans from Ander.

“Omar?” Ander moaned out.

“Yeah?”

“Take me to bed.” And so that’s exactly what Omar did.

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The next few days went by in a whirlwind. Azucena and Ander were taking his grandparents to all the local landmarks, meeting up with several of their upper class friends, including Guzman, much to the delight of Camilla, especially since Nadia wasn’t able to attend that particular meet up. They ate in fancy restaurants while Ander filled his grandparents in on everything that was happening in his life, but of course leaving out the bits that included his marriage to another man. Every night Ander would return to Omar and their small apartment counting down the days until his grandparents went home.

It was three days before Camilla and Mateo were due to return home and Azucena had an emergency to deal with at Las Encinas so it was just Ander and his grandparents. Ander felt less uncomfortable than he thought he would as they sat down in a beautiful restaurant that his grandmother had been very insistent on coming to. He was actually beginning to believe that he might get through this week without everything going to shit and that was something he would count as a miracle.

They ordered their drinks and Camilla whispered something to the waiter before starting up a conversation with her grandson about his job. Camilla knew that Ander was focusing on his career, and she was incredibly proud of him, but at the same time she couldn’t help the sense of dread she felt whenever she thought about his lack of a wife. She wasn’t quite sure where the dread came from but she knew that she needed to make it go away and the easiest way to do that was to get Ander a wife, or at the very least a girlfriend. At that moment Camilla noticed Liliana approaching the table and a huge smile spread across her face.

“Liliana you look beautiful! I’m so glad we got to see you while we were here.” Camilla had stood up and pulled the girl into a warm embrace at the same time that Ander looked up to see who his grandma was talking to. Ander started to feel as if there was an alarm ringing in his ears and a voice in the back of his head telling him to run, but he couldn’t. He just sat there stock still and unable to move, looking intently at the woman in his grandmother’s arms.

“Ander, this is Liliana, the girl I told you about at lunch on Sunday. Liliana, this is Ander, my grandson.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Liliana said looking nervously between Ander and his grandmother. Ander looked over at Mateo who appeared to be as shocked as he was at this woman’s magical appearance at their family lunch.

“Umm, you too.” Ander said reaching out his hand. As angry as he was right now he didn’t want to seem rude, after all it wasn’t this poor girl’s fault that his grandmother appeared to know nothing about boundaries.

“Sit, sit.” Camilla said, ushering Liliana into the empty seat at the table, which happened to be beside Ander, before sitting back in her own.

For the next 90 minutes conversation flowed between Liliana and Camilla, the two of them occasionally looking at Ander but he remained silent, consumed with rage. He didn’t understand what made his grandma think that she had the right to do something like this, how she could possibly believe that it was ok. Not only was she wasting his time but this woman’s time as well. More than anything he just felt anger, towards his grandmother, towards this woman (even if she didn’t necessarily deserve it), towards this whole fucking restaurant.

“Ander darling, you’re being rather rude. You haven’t said more that two words to Liliana since she sat down. She manages this restaurant you know? She’s taken time out of her day to come and have dinner with us.” Rage surged through Ander at Camilla’s words, at the insinuation that out of everyone here, he was the rude one.

“Grandma, I’m sorry but you must be joking right? I told you on Sunday that this wasn’t something I was interested in.” A deep frown took it’s place on Camilla’s face as Liliana sank back slightly in her seat, feeling more than uncomfortable. “I told you but you didn’t listen.” Ander hissed, his voice rising with every word. “I cannot believe you!” He shouted, standing up from his chair, “I’m sorry,” he said towards Liliana, “but I’m not looking for a relationship right now let alone a wife.” and with that Ander stormed out of the restaurant and started walking quickly back towards his apartment, back towards Omar.

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Ander stormed into the apartment slamming the door angrily behind him as Omar looked up from the pan he was hovered over, clearly planning to make dinner and assuming that Ander wouldn’t be back yet. Ander was cursing under his breath as he began to pace around in the space between the living room and the kitchen.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Omar asked as he tried to get Ander’s attention.

“My fucking grandmother tried to get me a wife that’s what’s fucking wrong!” Ander knew that his anger was being misdirected towards Omar but he couldn’t help it, he just wanted to hit something. Omar felt rage boil up inside him. How could she do something like this? Omar hated when people made Ander angry, or sad, or just any sort of negative emotion really. It wasn’t fair that just because his grandparents had certain religious beliefs that they felt entitled to make him get married. Omar could feel old feelings coming back from almost four years ago, before he’d come out to his parents, only now he felt them on Ander’s behalf. But that wasn’t what Omar needed to focus on right now, he could see Ander’s rage slowly turning into tears and he knew that he needed comfort. Omar pulled Ander into his arms and they stood there like that for 20 minutes while Ander cried into Omar’s shoulder and until both of their legs began to ache.

“Hey, come here. Give me one second.” Omar deposited a still sniffling Ander onto the couch and ran quickly into their bedroom and ran out a few seconds later with their wedding rings in his hand. On Sunday, being unsure of when Ander’s grandparents specific daily visits would be, Ander and Omar had decided to leave their wedding rings off until Camilla and Mateo had returned home, which had, for obvious reasons, made Ander even more depressed.

“Here.” Omar took Ander’s left hand in his as he sat down on the couch next to him. Omar placed Ander’s wedding ring back onto his finger and then brought his hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. “You don’t need to worry about your grandma finding you a wife, ‘cause you already have a husband, and I have no intention of letting you go.” Ander now had fresh tears in his eyes as Omar caressed his cheek gently. Ander silently took Omar’s wedding ring out of his hand and slipped it onto his finger, kissing Omar’s hand in the same way Omar had kissed his. Omar then cupped Ander’s cheek and pulled his face towards his own, their lips crashing together in a mixture of love, passion and tears. Ander felt his heart swell, he knew everything would always be okay, as long as he had Omar right there by his side.

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The next day came far too quickly and before he knew it Ander was being ripped out of his blissful sleep by a loud knocking on the door.

The night before, after the two of them had calmed down, they’d had a quiet night in, eating the meal Omar had cooked and watching movies together until Omar had fallen asleep with his head on Ander’s chest.

Ander shook Omar awake as the knocking persisted and the two of them stared at each other. Confused and still half asleep Ander stumbled around grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt and then ran towards the door, opening it with a pissed off look on his face. He came face to face with Guzman and Nadia who were looking at him sympathetically, as if he was a turtle who had landed on his back and couldn’t get back up.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ander continued to stare at them as Guzman just laughed and pushed past him into the apartment.

“Relax man, we heard about your shitty day yesterday and brought you breakfast.” Guzman said, as if that was a good enough explanation for why they had interrupted Ander’s sleep, and on a Saturday of all the days, he didn’t even need to be awake for another 45 minutes.

“How did you even know about that?”

“Omar texted me last night and told me.” Nadia explained as she busied herself making breakfast and slapping Guzman’s hand away every time he tried to grab food. Ander spun around to look at Omar who had now appeared from their bedroom still rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. Omar just shrugged and smiled sheepishly as he made his way to the kitchen to take over from Nadia as everyone knew Omar could make better waffles than Nadia ever could.

Once breakfast was ready the four of them stood around the kitchen island eating and listening as Ander once again recounted the horrors of his previous afternoon. Nadia was enraged at the idea of Camilla trying to find Ander a wife but that wasn’t particularly surprising considering she wasn’t Camilla’s biggest fan. Guzman however, found the entire situation absolutely hilarious saying he could just picture Ander’s face, which only made him laugh more. Omar tried very hard to keep a straight face but couldn’t help joining in and eventually Nadia did too, because if you really thought about it, it was quite funny. Ander was obviously and (mostly) openly gay so the idea of him being faced with a woman that wanted to marry him was far too funny for Guzman to comprehend.

On the other hand Ander failed to see the hilarity of the situation and stood there staring at his friends and his husband with a look of disdain on his face. He was about to start yelling at them to shut up when there was a rapid knocking at the door for the second time that morning.

“Who the fuck is here now? It’s only 9 o’clock in the morning can people not leave us in peace?” Ander grumbled as he made his way to the door and swiftly opened it to reveal his stony faced grandmother on the other side, Mateo and Azucena in tow.

Camilla walked past Ander and straight into the apartment stopping to stand in the living room and stare disapprovingly at the three adults clustered around the island in the kitchen. Mateo quickly followed and Azucena stopped to greet her son.

“I’m sorry.” She said “I tried to stop her but she wouldn’t listen.”

Omar, Guzman and Nadia had all stopped laughing and were now staring awkwardly anywhere other than Camilla, unable to look her in the eyes without bursting into a second round of hysterics. Eventually Ander made his way over to his grandparents with his mother trailing after him, he gave the other three a look telling them to stay where they were and to stay quiet.

Ander came to a stop in front of Camilla as Azucena joined her father on the couch. Ander’s hands were clasped nervously behind his back and he was staring intently at a particular spot on the floor. However Camilla just stood there staring straight at Ander with her lips pursed and her hands clasping her tiny handbag in front of her.

“Listen, Grandma-” Ander started.

“No you listen.” Clearly the patience had been a front to try and start the conversation. “All I was trying to do was find you a respectable wife without you having to do any of the hard work. I wasn’t even expecting you to marry her but you could have at least gone on a date, or tried to get to know her. But no! Instead you storm out of the restaurant like a little child, I mean, you’re 25 years old Ander, you could have at least had the courtesy to tell us all why exactly you refuse to date anyone.” Ander took a deep breath trying to process the whole of his grandmother’s rant without hitting something.

“Grandma, I know this is hard for you to understand but people don’t get married as young as they used to anymore and I’m trying really hard to build up my career before I take on the responsibility of another person in my life.” He hadn’t come this far to give up now, he was going to stick to his lie and if she didn’t like it then she was going to have to live with it. At least it was possible for her to live with this, which was more than could be said for the truth. Camilla took Ander’s hands in her own and looked up at him. “I know honey, and I know you’ll have a fantastic career but-” The smile and softness that had appeared on her face after Ander had said his explanation suddenly vanished as she gripped Ander’s left hand and looked down at it with an unreadable expression on her face.

The next ten seconds seemed like ten years as Ander pulled his hand from his grandmother’s grasp and swore profusely as he saw his wedding ring still on his finger from the night before. He’d gotten so used to wearing it that he didn’t even notice it anymore. Omar, who realised immediately what had happened, quickly shoved his left hand behind his back having also forgotten to remove his ring. That being said Omar wasn’t sure what use that would do now considering at this point the truth was inevitable. Guzman and Nadia stood staring at each other utterly confused. Azucena also swore as she put her head in her hands and Mateo just sat there with an oddly smug look on his face.

But Camilla…….. she just stood stock still, stunned into silence and unable to speak.

“You’re wearing… you’re wearing a w-wedding ring.” That was all she could manage to say as she stumbled backwards and landed on the couch next to her husband.

Guzman froze and Nadia looked quickly at her brother as it dawned on them both exactly what had just happened.

Ander felt defeated. He’d been lying to his grandparents for almost a week and for what? The truth came out anyway, he might as well have not bothered. But the one thing he knew right now was that he had to sort this out, he had to be honest. So with a new plan in mind he walked slowly and kneeled on the floor in front of his grandparents, looking up at them with eyes a mixture of happiness that he no longer had to lie but also anger at what he was going to have to do and at the inevitable reaction. Ander was about to open his mouth but Camilla beat him to it.

“So……. you’re married.” She stated, a blank expression her face. “Well at least now I have a proper reason as to why you didn’t like Liliana. But what I don’t quite understand is why you felt the need to lie to me. Is she not Catholic? Because that doesn’t bother me. And when can I meet her? Is she away? Will she be back in time for me to see her? Is she-”

Ander cut off his grandmother with a large sigh as he tried to get himself together. “That’s not it Grandma, okay? She’s none of those things, in fact, she’s not a she at all. I’m gay.” Ander said those last two words whilst staring his grandma right in the eye and then looking to his grandad. It felt so good to finally say it and for them to know. Mateo had a look on his face that Ander hadn’t expected. It was pride, happiness, almost. Camilla however looked white like a ghost. She was staring at Ander unable to speak, or move, or even breathe.

Ander quickly stood up, jogging to the kitchen, grabbing Omar’s hand and pulling Omar back towards his grandparents with him.

“Omar is my husband. We’ve been together for almost nine years and we got married two years ago and if you can’t accept that then I don’t want you in my home. In our home.” Ander stood defiantly staring at Camilla and Mateo with a huge smile on his face. He no longer cared what they though or how they reacted as Omar squeezed his hand and looked at him with pure love and admiration.

“Well, in that case I think it’s best if we leave.” Camilla said standing and avoiding Ander’s gaze before making her way to the door. “I’ll be waiting in the car and we’ll be leaving once we’ve collected our things. I can’t believe you knew about this Azucena.” She hissed out her last sentence and with that, she was gone. It wasn’t as if Ander hadn’t expected that exact reaction but it still hurt and he felt a shot of pain in his chest.

“I’m sorry Mama.” Ander said as he turned towards Azucena who pulled him into a tight hug.

“Shhhhh. It’s okay. It’ll all be fine.” She whispered as she stroked her sons hair and squeezed him tightly. “I should probably go and talk to her.” Azucena made her way towards the front door, grabbing her coat, and making her way out of the apartment. It was now silent. Omar wanted to hug and reassure Ander, as did Guzman and Nadia but the three of them were all put off by the presence of Mateo who was yet to leave, however the reason for his remaining presence was unknown and it was something that was making Ander increasingly nervous with every moment that passed.

Mateo stood slowly and made his way over to Ander. He then wrapped his arms around Ander’s form and hugged him. Ander was in shock as his grandfather was never one to hug him, or anyone else for that matter.

“I’m proud of you.” Said Mateo “I know how hard that must have been for you especially considering our religion portrays us as not particularly accepting people but I’ve had time to come to terms with it and to understand it.”

“But……. how?” Was all Ander could manage now that his grandad had released him.

“Well I tried to ignore it at first, all those years ago, but it gets to a point where some things are hard to ignore. The way that you two were looking at each other on Sunday, that was a look of love, not friendship. I expect it was easier for your grandma to ignore it, people tend to ignore the things that they don’t want to see. But don’t worry, she’ll come around eventually, it just might take her a while, that’s all.” Mateo reached his hand out towards Omar and Omar shook his hand gently, still shocked at Mateo’s speech, “It was lovely to meet you Omar, I’m glad that you make my grandson as happy as he is.” and with that he was gone.

“What the actual fuck just happened?” Was the only thing that Ander could come up with at that moment. The other three just shook their heads, not sure what to say about the old, Catholic, white man having just accepted his gay grandson.

Of course, Guzman was the one to break the silence saying, “Well, it could have gone worse.” which, for some reason, made them all burst into laughter.

“Hey,” Omar said having regained his composure and turned towards Ander, “you did it. You came out to them, now it’s up to them. They have to decide what they want to do, and if your grandma can’t accept it then that is not your fault.”

Ander couldn’t find any words so instead he just grabbed the back of Omar’s neck and crashed their lips together. The kiss was getting deeper and deeper and Guzman and Nadia felt extremely awkward.

“Okayyyyy, I think that’s our cue to leave.” Nadia said with a hint of a smile on her face as she grabbed Guzman by the hand and dragged him out of the apartment.

Meanwhile Ander had grabbed Omar’s waist and started walking backwards towards the bedroom, their lips still interlocked. They entered the bedroom and Ander felt the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed just before he fell back on it, Omar quickly climbing on top of him. Omar was about to start kissing him again when Ander put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“I love you.” Was all Ander said as he stared into the beautiful hazel of Omar’s eyes.

“I love you too.” Omar replied before he began to kiss Ander all over again. This, this was all Ander needed. He didn’t need his grandparents, he didn’t need a wife, he didn’t even need a job because the only thing that truly mattered to him was Omar and as long as Omar was here, with him, then everything would be perfect, always.

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najatheangel · 4 years ago

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Hi hi!! I just discovered your blog and i’m in lovee 💞💞 could i please request a private selca ship for got7, exo, nct (all units) and ateez please? with explanations too, if you could 😊

Thank you very much in advance! Oh and i wanted to ask if you have plans on opening written ships too sometime soon? Because i would really love to request a written ship from you too 💗💖💗💖

@yiensluv Hiii sweetie your so pretty love. 🥺✨Gosh I just want to pinch your cheeks hehe. Also, so sorry for responding so late to your question, but once I narrow down back to 2 written ships I’ll open them back up. I’m sorry hun I just have too many atm, but I will let you know when I’m opening them back up.😭😭

From Got7, I ship you with…Yugyeom

Girlaa he would think your so adorable and you two would be such a joy together. You have such a lovely bare face first of all and second of all your cheeks are just so pinchable. You have such a unique look that Yugyeom would love and he’s also into exploring different cultures. I can imagine him being the giant he is carrying you on his shoulders. I can also imagining acting very clingy around you behind closed doors and the got7 brothers would tease him about it. He would act embarrassed at first, but would still have no regrets.

From Exo, I ship you with…Sehun

Ahhh Sehun, ya’ll have such interesting yet cute interactions. He would be such a sucker for your cute image and love every minute of it. I can imagine him just getting distracted by you looking at him when he’s trying to practice rapping for his songs. This man is not the best with expressing with his emotions, but when it comes to you, he feels so comfortable telling you anything and everything that has happened to him. Also would blush whenever you make the first move.

From Nct 127, I ship you with…Jungwoo

Uggh idk, but Jungwoo would love either a sexy or cute women, but he leans more towards cute types just like you. Jungwoo also wouldn’t mind meeting people from different states and countries. I can imagine him taking such good care of you giving you extra blankets when your cold, cooking your favorite meals and taking you everywhere with him to protect from paparazzi. Jungwoo would have no shame in talking about you so endearingly amongst the members, but when they tease him about you in interviews, he would turn shy hiding behind Mark to save himself from the embarrassment. Your BEST FRIEND and BOYFRIEND out of Nct 127.

From Nct Dream, I ship you with…Renjun

Our pure boy and pure girl look so good together. I think I’ve said this before, but Renjun seems like someone that wouldn’t care how his s/o dress, what language she speaks, the amount of makeup she wears and what background she may have. If he loves her that much he’s willing to do anything to reach out to her. I can imagine you two traveling a lot together having learning the history of each other’s hometown and meeting each other’s families. Of course they would love you both and share recipe's with each other cause Renjun has his dreamies to feed. Overall your adventures together would be good stories to tell to the future kids.

From Wayv, I ship you with…Winwin

Ouu your so lucky to be shipped with him. Although he may act like he doesn’t like being touched, teased, fill me up and loved, he can be a little needy sometimes. Beside both of your cute images, I can sense that your very clever and give your all in anything you do even though you two deserve the best treatment. SM GIVE WIN WIN LINES IN NEXT ALBUM THANKS UGH. The height difference I can already imagine is super adorbs! Lastly I can imagine him writing cute sticky notes on your desk to make the start of your day and end of your night so much better. Overall Winwin is a keeper.

From Ateez, I ship you with…Seonghwa

He would be so bold with you. He might seem hard to approach at first, but he made the first move and the both of you exchanged compliments with each other. Of course you would run out because he can keep going all day. Seongwha would also be so affectionate probably the most affectionate member behind closed doors, but of course in public the most you will get is a pat on the head. He would try this adorable couple thing where he would match his color with your hijab. Lastly, whenever your sad, he would come close to your face, while your tears and kiss the tip of your nose singing to you until you feel better.

Ouuweee girl this is so hard there all such boyfriend material, but out of everyone I ship you the most with...Renjun✨🤍

Thanks so much honey for requesting and I hope this somewhat made your day/night.

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druckenglish · 5 years ago

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Season 4 Episode 5: “Escalation”

Sam: My head

Hanna: How you sat in the deck chair with the champagne and said it was your baby

Kiki: Yes, and how Abdi was super jealous of the champagne and just threw it into the neighbours’ garden

Abdi: You’ve never looked at me the way you looked at that champagne

Sam: Amira if you’d been there I wouldn’t be so hungover now

Amira: Why?

Sam: You’re our mum

Kiki: Oh wow

Amira: What?

Kiki: Nadia, your friend, asked me if I want to come to her henna-evening

Sam: What’s a henna-evening?

Kiki: It’s like a bachelorette party

Sam: Oh cool

Kiki: Yes, I’m so happy. Is it okay for you if I go there? You’re weirdly quiet, something’s going on. Is everything okay with Mohammed?

Amira: I let it be

Kiki: What do you mean?

Amira: We’re not meeting anymore

Kiki: Because of your parents and the alcohol or what?

Amira: No

Kiki: Amira I was so happy for you that you have someone

Amira: It’s fine, we just didn’t get along like you don’t get along sometimes

Kiki: Really?

Amira: Yes. It’s sad, but that’s the way it is. You wouldn’t start a new relationship right before you go abroad for a year either

Kiki: So you do like him

Amira: Just leave me alone, Jesus Christ

Sam: What about Stefan, by the way?

Hanna: Ugh, Stefan. For him this is totally long-term

Kiki: What do you mean?

Hanna: He wants to move in with me

Kiki: Really?

Sam: Have you already looked for drapes and strollers?

Kiki: Hey, maybe he’s just scared because you and Jonas get along so well and needs a bit of safety

Sam: But Abdi’s the same way. Whenever I talk to other guys (didn’t get that part but something about him not liking it). He needs to decide whether he wants anything serious or this

Kiki: The question is why you don’t want to be with him and just want whatever you have

Abdi: Guys, I’m right next to you, you know that, right?

Sam: See?

Amira: Hey guys, do we want to play anything?

Kiki(?): What?

Amira: Volleyball, some people over there are playing. I also brought cards

Text from Mohammed: I don’t believe that you don’t want to see me. I want to talk to you

Amira: Or city-country-river (very popular game in Germany)

Hanna: Let’s just keep laying here

Amira: You? What are you doing here?

Mohammed: I wanted to see your brother

Amira: Why aren’t you going inside then?

Mohammed: Amira…

Amira: I don’t think this is the right place

Mohammed: I wanted to talk to you. Because I’ve never experienced anything like this with another person. Really! I just can’t believe that you want to throw all of that away

Amira: But it doesn’t work that way

Mohammed: We can work it out somehow

Amira: How do you imagine that? Ramadan, for example. Will you just eat? Or what will you do when I pray?

Mohammed: We’ll find out then

Amira: But I have to know now

Mohammed: Oh come on. This between us is strong enough

Amira: That’s not enough for me

Mohammed: Not enough?

Amira: Maybe it just doesn’t fit between us

Mohammed: Okay, I’ll pray with you if you wantAmira: But then you’re only doing it for me

Mohammed: Yes

Amira: But it isn’t real then. You have to do it for yourself or for Allah

Mohammed: But how can we be together?

Amira: Okay, but apart from me, what if we have kids? How are they supposed to live? Should they come to the mosque with me to pray or should they stay home with you? What should they believe in?

Mohammed: That’s so far in the future, why do you think so much?

Amira: Why do you think so little?

Mohammed: Why can’t we just be now?

Amira: Because that will never work for me

Amira: Mohammed you know, religion is home for me. Maybe you can do without, but I can’t. It just isn’t meant to be. Forget it. I don’t want you! I don’t want you!

Mohammed: You don’t want me?

Amira: No!

Mohammed: Well, okay. It’s your decision

Amira: Can I play with you?

Girl: Who’s that?

Kiki: She belongs to us

Hanna (?): You can serve, Amira

Amira: Okay

Girl: Well then, let’s see what you can do. Dude! Why are you laughing so stupidly?

Amira: Sorry

Girl: That really hurt

Amira: Give me the ball, I’ll do it again

Girl: Apologize properly

Amira: Give me the ball

Girl: How are you even talking to me? I want you to apologize

Amira: I already apologized. It’s not my fault you’re being so dramatic, okay? Now give me the ball

Kiki: Just giver her the ball

Girl: Nobody asked you

Amira: Talk properly to her

Girl: I don’t want to play with someone who obviously didn’t learn how to treat other people

Sam: What?

Girl: Get lost!

Kiki: You get lost!

Girl: Isn’t it getting a little hot under that thing?

Amira: Hands off!

Kiki: Are you dumb or what? Keep some distance!

Girl: No wonder you’re going crazy

Sam: Excuse me?

Kiki: Watch out how you’re talking

Girl: Honestly, if that stupid wog doesn’t know how to throw a ball…

Kiki: How are you talking?

Amira: Get lost!

Girl: She should go back to her shit hole country

Amira: What shit hole country?

Kiki: Just get lost!

Amira: Don’t touch her!

Sam: Don’t touch her!

Amira: You get lost!

Girl: Stupid wog

Kiki: What’s wrong with her?

Girl: Shut up!

Kiki: I’ve never experienced anything like that

Amira: Just leave it, okay?

Hanna: Amira what she said about you is not okay

Amira: Oh you have no idea! Stupid racist I’ve never experienced anything like that fucking hijab blah, in the end I’m always the one to blame because I wear a headscarf

Kiki: We just wanted to help you

Amira: I don’t want any help from you. What am I even doing here?

Kiki: Amira!

Kiki: What’s wrong with them?

Hanna: No idea

Kiki: What even was that?

Trainer: Mohammed, can you take over for me, please?

Trainer: Everything okay?

Amira: Yes, everything’s great!

Trainer: Is really everything okay? Don’t be so hard on yourself. You just had a bad day. You’ll get there

Amira: Come on, we’ve seen everything, can we please go now?

Kiki: No, I still want to get a henna tattoo done

Amira: But Kiki, I really have a bad headache

Kiki: You need to drink some water, you haven’t drunk anything today

Amira: I’m also not in the mood anymore

Safaa: Amira, Hi

Amira: Safaa!

Safaa: Long time no see. How are you?

Amira: Good, how are you?

Safaa: I’m fine

Amira: This is Kiki

Kiki: Hi

Amira: Safaa and I were the coolest in Quran class

Safaa: Definitely

Amira: Talk Arabic to her, I taught her some

Safaa (in Arabic): How are you?

Kiki (in Arabic): Good. I thank Allah

Safaa: Wow

Amira: See?

Kiki: But that’s all I know

Safaa: Hold on. Elva (? I could be wrong about that) hey, over here. Look, Amira is here

Elva: Hey, everything okay sister?

Amira: Yes, you?

Elva: Sure

Kiki: Hi, I’m Kiki

Safaa: I just wanted to tell them about Haneen (?). She was on the train and was spit at in the middle of the day and nobody did anything. You really don’t feel safe sometimes

Elva: My sister still can’t play basketball

Safaa: For real?

Kiki: Why, what happened?

Elva: At might on Herrmann street. Three against one

Kiki: Oh god. But yesterday there was someone like that at the lake. She told Amira to go back home. I was so shocked

Elva: Yes, welcome to our world. But you don’t understand that anyway. Don’t know that either, do you?

Safaa: Don’t think about it sister. We’re strong, we’re sticking together

Amira: It’s not even that bad

Elva: Not that bad? Did they brainwash you? Every day at the tram people look at me or talk to me stupidly. You can’t tell me that it’s not the same for you

Amira: Elva, just chill, okay. Most people are cool

Elva: Didn’t you listen to me? Or her? Don’t you care about what happens to my sister?

Nadia: Na ladies?

Everybody: Wow

Amira: The bride is here

Nadia: Everything okay with you?

Safaa: Let me tell you, Achmed will be impressed tomorrow. He’s gonna be a happy man/husband

Nadia: How was it at your wedding?

Safaa: Look, he wanted to, but I was way too tired. I fell asleep right away

Kiki: No way

Nadia: By the way, what’s going on with you and Mohammed?

Safaa: Wait, isn’t Mohammed the one that’s always chilling with Omar?

Amira: It’s nothing

Elva: That’s not true. Fatima said something like that

Amira: Yes, but there’s nothing between us. I had a look at him, but that was it

Safaa: You know he’s no Muslim, right?

Elva: You look at someone who’s no Muslim?

Amira: Jesus, I said there’s nothing between us. Are you even listening?

Elva: What are you talking about? Fatima saw you two making out at the park last week

Amira: What are YOU talking about? What is your problem?

Elva: I just want you to stop being such a hypocrite

Amira: What?

Elva: Just admit it! You want to be an Alman. Just like that Kiki. You’re only hanging out with them now, aren’t you? You changed so much Amira

Amira: Excuse me?

Elva: And now you’re sleeping with that heathen. Cunt!

Kiki: Amira! Amira wait! Amira what’s going on with you?

Amira: Don’t touch me!

Kiki: What’s the matter?

Amira: Stop interfering with my life! What do you even want here? You have no idea what’s going on here. Elva was so right. You would never understand something like that. Just fuck off!

#druck #druck translation #skam #skam germany

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jeonakookie · 5 years ago

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I Wish (4)

Pairing: JungkookxOC

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Zoya and Jungkook had lost touch years ago. When a situation brings them back into each other lives, they try to go back to how things were as best friends once again. But a lot can change in 8 years. People. Feelings.

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Just like the night before, everyone was sitting in the waiting room chatting and having lunch. Jungkook and Zoya talked amongst themselves, catching up on things they’d missed out on over the years.

“I always managed to watch you all on music shows and tv appearances, but mum still talks to aunty every now and then and that’s the only way I really hear about you personally. Sometimes you were too busy and couldn’t call aunty, so I didn’t hear much then.” Despite Jungkook and Zoya losing contact, Zoya's mother and Jungkook’s mother had kept in touch. They often spoke and occasionally mentioned their children. Sara knew of Jungkook and Zoya’s lack of communication and offered to get his number by asking his mother but by then Zoya thought it’d be too awkward. None the less Sara would fill Zoya in on how Jungkook and Junghyun, Jungkook’s older brother, were doing. Junghyun was an older brother to Zoya equally as much as he was to Jungkook and she missed him just as much as she did Jungkook. Junghyun would be home a lot more often than Jungkook and after indirectly asking how the other was through their mothers all the time, eventually they’d speak every so often to each other. Junghyun also offered Jungkook’s number after hearing of their situation, but Zoya kindly declined. By then it had been two years of radio silence between them; it had been too long.

“I heard about you from mum as well, Junghyun would also let me know about you too. You always saw me on the TV, but I always waited when I got to talk to mum and dad before hearing of you.” Jungkook reminisced over how he would look forward to those times, but he would never admit that. “I specifically remember when my mum told me that you spent months applying for jobs and apprenticeships after you thought you flunked your exams and wouldn’t get into university. Turns out you got in and had to withdraw your application from dozens of apprenticeships and jobs.” Jungkook chuckled and shook his head.

“I really thought I’d failed. Stop laughing Jungkook. It’s not funny.” Zoya whined and pushed him.

Jungkook calmed down for a few seconds and said “I’m sorry, but I never met anyone who would immediately start applying for jobs before they even got the results for the exams. Just because they thought they failed.” He then proceeded to laugh again.

“Ugh, you’re a jerk. Oh my gosh. Stooop.” Zoya whined once again. “It’s not even that funny” She grumbled whilst rolling her eyes, and then proceeded to cross her arms and sulk.

“Aw come on Zoya. Don’t pout.” Jungkook said, and then suddenly his face was centimetres away from Zoya’s and she could feel the soft release of his breath when he quietly mumbled, “I’m sorry.” Zoya’s breath hitched and she was frozen for a moment as her heart raced and she felt her face burning up.

“Okay.” She squeaked out. Jungkook leaned back again and Zoya was frozen in the same position a few seconds longer before gathering her wits about her and shaking off the shock. However, the question still lingered on her mind: ‘What the hell was that? Am I overthinking things?'

“How is everyone? Oh and Imani, the little baby!” You’d have to be blind to miss the way Jungkook’s eyes lit up when he mentioned Imani. Jungkook loved Zoya’s siblings, but her baby sister, Imani, stole his heart the day he saw her. The Kadih’s and Jeon’s were like family, and it really did seem that Jungkook was more excited about Imani’s arrival than either Adam or Zoya. Zoya laughed at Jungkook’s cute excitement.

“Mum is great, she would have loved to see you. Adam is still a child but in college, you know doing what college students do. The little baby is now 10. Not exactly a little baby, but still…a baby.” Zoya naturally babied her siblings, much to the distaste of her brother.

“10?! Wah! And Adam in college?!” Jungkook exclaimed and then scratched his neck awkwardly whilst saying, “I hear she asks about me a lot, mum is always telling me.”

“Mum asks about everyone Jungkook. Junghyun gets asked about the most because he’s the favourite. I guess that’s the eldest’s charm.” Zoya giggled, enjoying teasing the boy and does her scarf flick. Jungkook just rolls his eyes.

“So, the scarf…are you bald or…” Jungkook laughs. Wrong move Jungkook. Zoya’s soft gaze hardened in point-one seconds and her eyebrows narrowed. It turns out the whole room heard Jungkook because the girls turned to Jungkook and Zoya wide-eyed and everyone was immediately silenced, Jungkook’s boisterous laugh died down when he felt the tension in the room.

“Zoya…” Lauren starts.

“Bald… Did you just ask me if I’m BALD? Does it look like I’m bald?!”

“Oh dear…” Alice mumbles. The boys didn’t know whether to intervene or not, Namjoon went to stand up to do something but Alice stopped him. “Let her be…she’ll calm down.”

“What, are you going to ask if I stick the pins in my skull next? If I shower with my scarf on?! Oh of course, If you must know I use HIJAB & SHOULDERS!” Zoya’s hand flew about and, in all honesty, Jungkook looked terrified.

“How long do you think this one will last?” Hope asked.

“I’m sorry but what’s going on?” Arielle spoke the question on all the boys’ minds.

“Zoya doesn’t really have outbursts, but when she does…well as you can see, once it starts you just have to wait till she finishes and probably console the poor sucker who dared to open his mouth. There are a few things that are just an area you don’t touch and joking about the scarf most definitely is one of those areas.” Hope explains as she, along with everyone else, watches helplessly as Zoya tears into Jungkook. Namjoon translates Hope’s explanation, but their faces still showed confusion.

“Oh, and guess what, yeah it does get hot, but don’t worry because we have a BUILT IN AIR CONDITIONER!” The girls winced with every sarcastic remark Zoya shouted. Zoya looked flushed and her breathing seemed ragged. She grabbed the bottle of water next to her, taking a swig whilst leaning back in her chair and simply said, ‘So no Jungkook, I am not bald.”

Jungkook just looked at Zoya with his mouth slightly agape. Then laughter was heard. A ‘reduced to tears, rolling on the floor’ laugh from Jungkook. “Wow, you really haven’t changed much. I had no idea what you said half of the time through that rant, but I think I should be glad I didn’t.” Zoya smiled at his comment and shook her head. “Yeah, you should be glad, stupid. Next time I will annihilate you Jeon Jungkook.” She finished with a serious pointed look.

He raised his hands up in defeat. “Duly noted. She scares me sometimes.” Jungkook said the last bit to Zoya’s friends in English, to which, despite being confused by his reaction, smiled and agreed with him. Zoya simply rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time today.

After explaining to the whole group why she’s wearing a scarf, their faces changed from confused to understanding.

“So, you’re not bald then.” Jungkook teased and Zoya almost pushed him off his seat. Everyone else laughed at the scene before them.

The rest of the lunch period consisted of jokes and laughter. Zoya’s phone buzzed with a call and she picked up, seeing it was her mum. “Amma, yes mum. Yes. Yep. No. You won’t believe me even if I told you. Oh my gosh, no amma!” Zoya rolled her eyes at her overprotective mother as she went through answering her usual round of questions. Zoya made eye contact with Jungkook as she said, “Just speak to this person and you’ll know where I am.” Zoya shoved the phone to Jungkook’s ear and he looked startled and made a wild gesture as if to say, ‘What are you doing?!’ and Zoya replied with a nonchalant gesture for him to speak. “Er…Hello?” His greeting came out as a question and in English and Zoya mentally face palmed and gave him a face as if to say, ‘What are YOU doing?!’. Jungkook’s eyes went wide as there was shouting that could be heard from the other end and Zoya and everyone else, who’s attention was caught by the shouting on the other end of the phone, was watching her plan crash and fall. Zoya expected her mum to be happy to be speaking to Jungkook, but instead she could make out her mum saying, ‘who are you and why is my daughter with you? Zoya! Zoya!’

“Oh my gosh…” Zoya groaned, “Speak Korean…now.” Jungkook seemed dazed and Zoya had to break him out of his state of shock and push him to talk so her mum didn’t think she was just hanging with random guys.

“Anyeonghasaeyo imo. Jeongguk-imnida.” Jungkook finally said meekly. The response was more muffled, but it was hard not to recognise her mum being excited and gushing over Jungkook. “I’m well, yes.” Jungkook continued to converse with Zoya’s mum and chuckled along with her, his once tense form nownmore relaxed. Zoya tried to listen to their conversation but she mostly got the one-sided conversation from Jungkook, until she heard Jungkook laugh as he pointedly looked at her and say, “Did she really?”.

“Amma, can you not! Stop telling him information he can hold over me.” Zoya shouted so her mother could hear her plea. “Give me the phone.” Zoya goes to reach for it, but Jungkook stretches away from her and carries on talking to Sara.

“What else did she do?” he asked whilst still looking at Zoya, this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Raisins?” He repeats with a quirked eyebrow and Zoya’s eyes widen and she gets up to reach for the phone with renewed desperation.

“Not even they know that! Give me the bloody phone!”

“Know what?” Lauren pipes up, curious about what they don’t know about their friend, because they knew a lot.

“Nothing you need to know.” Zoya snaps.

In Zoya’s opinion, her mother was practically giving away trade secrets. Jungkook followed her action and stood up. Any sensible person would give up at this point, knowing that Jungkook is more than half a foot taller than Zoya, and ask for the phone back in a civil manner. But Zoya was far from sensible when it comes to such situations and she stood on the seat and jumped for her phone, but Jungkook quickly backed away from her reach.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook!” Zoya threatened. “I will cuss you out.”

“Jungkook leave her alone.” Namjoon says and just as you were about to thank him for being on her side, Namjoon carries on by saying “Her friends said that they have better stories.” If looks could kill Zoya’s friends, especially Alice, would be long gone.

Jungkook smirked and bid Sara a goodbye and promised to speak to her more often and visit his mum more and listen to all the other motherly advice one could give. Jungkook handed Zoya’s phone back to her and dodged her punch to his shoulder. Zoya also said a quick goodbye to her now, content mother. “So…these stories of yours how good are they?” Jungkook asks and looks to Namjoon to translate.

“Speak. I dare you.” Zoya tries to threaten Alice.

“Well there was this one time, I think we were 17.” Then again Zoya’s threats rarely worked on Alice.

“Don’t you dare translate.” Zoya pointed at Namjoon as a warning. As Namjoon opened his mouth to either respond to Zoya or ignore her warning, an alarm rang from Zoya’s phone. It was 1pm already: Zoya had set an alarm just in case they lost track of time, so they could leave on time. Her shoulders sagged in disappointment and she made little effort to hide it on her face. “We have to go now. It’s already 1. We need to grab our stuff and get going or we’re going to miss our train.” She murmurs and saw that her friends’ faces mirrored hers; the boys’ faces also showed they knew that it was time to go too.

The atmosphere in the room had become sad and the group started to say their goodbyes.

“It was nice to meet you...” Alice started with Jimin.

“Bye Jimin, it was really nice meeting you.” Zoya gave a quick hug and smile. Before leaving the two to say goodbye, Zoya whispered “Get his number” and with a quick wink she left the two.

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Zoya finished thanking Namjoon and was left to face Jungkook.

Zoya gave him a sad smile and Jungkook pulled her into a hug. “You’re going to leave tomorrow.” Zoya says her words muffled into his chest and Jungkook sighs.

They pull back and Jungkook, resting his hands on her shoulders, tells Zoya, “I know but, we’ll talk as much as we can yeah?” He gives a hopeful smile. This time it was Zoya’s turn to sigh.

“Jungkook…I don’t know.”

“What are you trying to say?” There was a hint of hurt in Jungkook’s voice.

“I’ve missed you, but when we lost contact years ago…it hurt. I don’t think I can deal with that again. You just stopped calling less frequently slowly until one day you never called again.”

“That won’t happen again tho-“Zoya cut Jungkook’s protest off.

“You barely had time when you were a trainee. You’re even more busy now and I’m in my final year of uni.” Zoya’s head moves down and her eyes are trained on the floor. “It was nice seeing you Jungkook, and we can still be friends but let’s not make promises that we know we can’t keep.”

Jungkook cupped Zoya’s cheeks and forced her to look at him, and Zoya’s eyes widened at the sudden intimacy of contact and proximity of Jungkook to her face. “I let you go last time, and I lost my best friend. I’m not letting that happen again. Do you understand?”

Eyes still wide, Zoya slowly nodded and her heart fluttered at Jungkook’s persistence.

“Good.” He murmured, looking her dead in the eye, and it would be a lie if Zoya said she had to stop herself from losing herself in them. ‘What is happening to me? Snap out of it!’ She thought. Zoya forced herself to put a safe distance between herself and Jungkook and cleared her throat.

“Okay, cool.” Zoya acted nonchalant even though she felt anything but that. “I guess I’ll talk to you soon?” Zoya says unsure.

Jungkook smiles in reassurance. “You better pick up.”

“Hmm, I might be busy.” Zoya teases. Before Jungkook replies, Yoongi blocks Zoya’s field of vision and hands her his phone. She gives him a questioning gaze.

“Your number. Pass me yours so I can give you mine.” Yoongi clarifies.

“Oh okay.” They exchange numbers. Zoya was surprised. Though she got along well with Yoongi she didn’t expect for him to want her number. Zoya smiled as she handed Yoongi’s phone back and he gave her a gummy smile in return. “You better call me or text me now that you have my number.”

Yoongi laughs, “I will, don’t worry.”

Suddenly Jungkook clears his throat and Zoya and Yoongi both turn towards him. The boy looked annoyed at the fact that his time with Zoya was cut short.

“Zoya!” A call from her friends let her know that it was time to go.

“It was nice seeing you all, I hope to see you all again soon.” Zoya bowed and waved goodbye as she left with her friends.

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As the girls made their way out, they all spoke of the day. “I still can’t believe all this happened.” Lauren says with a big smile on her face.

“Trust me. We watched BTS for the first time in concert AND met them twice. It’s crazy.” Alice agrees. All the girls nodded along with the two.

“So, did we get any numbers?” Zoya asked, looking specifically at Alice.

“Jin gave me his.” Hope mentioned whilst giggling.

“I got Jimin’s number.” Alice starts.

“Oh, me too!” Arielle says excited. Zoya raises her eyebrows in surprise as does Alice. ‘When did that happen?’ Zoya thought.

“How nice of him…” Zoya said with a polite smile. She could feel that this was not going to end well. Alice’s eyebrow raised and muttered under her breath about Jimin being too nice.

“Am I the only one who didn’t get digits?” Lauren said in disbelief. Alice and Zoya comforted the poor girl.

A/N Thank you to everyone who is enjoying this series so far, you guys are awesome.

-A

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#jk #jjk #jkfanfic #jjkfanfic #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #BTS!#jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts angst #bts fluff

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nancydrew65 · 6 years ago

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SKAM Austin Season 2 Episode 7 Thoughts

This episode was extremely hard to watch. Sexual assault is an incredibly heavy storyline, but I think SKAM Austin has done an incredible job so far in telling Grace’s story. That being said, I found some parts very difficult to watch and I had to steel myself to get through all the clips this week. As a young woman, this storyline resonates very deeply with me. I have been lucky enough to avoid a lot of sexist comments or misogynistic cat-calls, but especially now, with the whole #MeToo movement bringing to light so many awful instances of sexual harassment, it just makes me so wary. I think Grace’s story is an important one, and I think it is a really necessary one to tell in this day and age.

Up Early

Oh, boy. This is going to be rough. Grace wakes up and immediately knows something is wrong. She finds herself lying in bed naked next to Clay and another random girl.

This scene was shot very well. I felt Grace’s panic as she put her clothes on and hurried out of the house. I felt her anxiety as she impatiently waited for her ride to come. Also, a nice American touch for Grace to have called some driving service. All the other remakes have just walked home.

No matter how many times I watch this storyline, I don’t know if I will ever come to a point where I am unaffected by it. To their credit, I think all of the remakes so far have done a superb job handling the sexual assault storyline (except for William’s reaction to it, obviously).

I have to say, the little things Grace murmured to herself throughout the clip just broke my heart. She was trying so hard to convince herself that she could keep it together.

Oh, no. She gets all the messages from Daniel about how much he loves her. That must be a punch in the gut.

And then she throws up almost as soon as she gets in the car.

I read some comments on the website and was shocked to see how many people were victim-blaming Grace. It disgusted me. What happened to Grace was in no way her fault. Victims of sexual assault already suffer enough from guilt about those events and often times don’t come forward exactly because of reactions like the ones I saw in the comments.

Cocoon

Grace feverishly scrubs her body in the shower as if to wipe off any trace of Clay’s touch from her.

She then huddles in her bed, hugging her knees to her chest, the aforementioned cocoon. I saw a beautiful comment about how this whole experience for her is like a caterpillars journey into becoming a butterfly. I just need Grace to become a butterfly.

Go Away

Well, Eve is kind of annoying at first in this scene. Just bustling in the door and touching and grabbing things.

Oh, god. Of course Grace wants to get rid of that god awful shirt. She thinks she

I do appreciate the fact that Eve left right away when Grace asked her to. That was considerate of her.

And Grace returns to her cocoon and then proceeds to take another shower.

What’s Going On?

A loud party is going on outside Grace’s room while she is trying to research if she had sex or not. Fuck, why is this party going on?

I find it sickening that Grace is forced to communicate with her possible assaulter in order to find out what happened that night. She should not have to go through with that after everything that happened to her. Her agonizing over whether or not to send the message with the smiley face emoji was surprisingly poignant. Hoping he opens up to her, but trying not to appear too friendly nor wanting to appear too friendly.

Finally, Grace goes out to shut that party down… and what the heck is going on in that house?

I mean, I know the Bunny Vampire (?) party is an annual tradition, but Eve should have still asked Grace if it was OK given that they do share the house.

Did Eve really call Grace a bitch? Eve. I am disappointed.

OK, I know that Grace is pushing everyone away and I did appreciate that Eve said she was there for Grace no matter what, but her whole speech sounded so forced. I mean she literally just called Grace a bitch, for god’s sake. It is hard to sound sincere about being there for a person right after saying that to them.

Ugh, the texts from Daniel are just a punch to the gut for Grace.

I found it interesting that they broke the fourth wall with Grace staring straight at the camera.

All I Get

Oh, OK. So it is an essay project that Grace has to write this time around. I find that kind of weird because they did so much to set Grace up as a journalist this season that I just assumed they would take the same route as OG. I guess it doesn’t really matter either way.

Grace looked so uncomfortable with Daniel’s physical contact. I am not surprised.

She pushes Daniel away because she thinks she slept with his brother. Daniel must be so confused right now and I don’t blame him. Of course, I don’t blame Grace either. She feels like she has no choice in this situation and she doesn’t want to hurt Daniel.

Feel Like Me

Grace stalking Clay again - this time on Facebook. God, I feel so bad for her. Tell the girls, please.

Kelsey comes in as a ball of energy, ready to get Zoya onto Prom court. I am interested to see more of this new Kelsey who no longer has to constantly worry about Daniel.

Zoya seems ready to drop the whole Prom thing after the “terrorist” incident. All the girls look super awkward when she brings it up. Did they never discuss it with Zoya?

“Zoya, whoever did that to your locker is obviously going to hell.” Wow. Kelsey’s Christian upbringing is not brought up often, but it’s lines like these, ones that pack such a punch, that makes me wish SKAM Austin delved into this part of Kelsey’s character more.

Aw, and that little line of “You’re the prettiest one out of all of us,” to Zoya was so cute. You can tell it is a compliment of the highest regard coming from Kelsey. I am really loving this Kelsey.

I was kind of worried where they were going when Kelsey asked why Zoya wore her hijab, but SKAM Austin did not disappoint. Zoya wears her hijab because it makes her feel more herself and despite all the hate that it attracts, she still loves wearing it. That was a beautiful statement and I loved Kelsey’s response to it, wanting to be as brave as Zoya. #ImWithZOYA.

And then the girls ask Grace what she thinks and she has to muster up this half smile to agree with them. I feel for her so much.

Worried

Grace is mulling over what to write for the essay competition when Marlon comes up to her.

Well, this Marlon situation is very complicated. I do think Grace was rather harsh on him, but it is understandable; she is projecting her feelings about her sexual assault on Marlon.

I know people were debating about whether it was wrong what Marlon did, starting to hook up with Megan and then stopping. I agree that it is good that he stopped once he realized how drunk she was, but the fact remains that he should have never tried to hook up with her in the first place. They are broken up, he obviously doesn’t have feelings for her, but she does and hooking up with her, even just starting to hook up with her, can seriously mess with her. Megan needs to have closure with this relationship or else she will never get over Marlon. I do think he was right in saying it wasn’t his place to take care of her; that goes along with him not involving himself with her. Just stay away from her, Marlon. Please.

Then Grace gets the text from Clay saying nothing happened at the party. Oh, she looked so happy for a second. The relieved smile on her face made my day brighter. Unfortunately, it all had to be ruined.

Grace goes to Daniel and they reunite. OMG, it seemed like Grace might tell Daniel what happened with Clay!

But then he cuts her off to explain himself. Notable difference in this scene is that he does not say his brother is a psychopath. Well, that’ll come later… Instead he goes on to say that he can’t promise not to get into another fight. Hmm, not a great make-up speech, Daniel. Oh, he says if anyone ever tried to hurt Grace, he would kill them. They proceed to passionately make-out. WHAT?????? OK, if someone said that to me, I would be majorly freaked out. I don’t anyone to kill someone on my behalf, or revenge my death or anything like that. Not even my dad. That kind of thing just makes me feel uncomfortable and frightened. I don’t get why someone (Grace, cough, cough) would be turned on by that.

Daniel leaves, Grace gets that dreaded text. The text where Clay sends a naked photo of her (majorly creepy, dude) and tells her how crazy she was at the party. Grace looks horrified.

General Thoughts

Well, I thought this episode was one of the best this season. So far, SKAM Austin has been nailing it with these scenes about the aftermath of a sexual assault. They included links to an organization, RAINN, that helps sexual assault victims. I appreciated that. A lot. So, I guess we have two more episodes in the season, not one. Thank goodness because it would be very hectic trying to cram everything into only one more episode. Grace still hasn’t told the girls or Eve anything. I hope next episode she finds the courage in herself to confide in them. They will not judge her, and they will support her, no matter what.

#skam austin #skam remakes #skam reaction

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dieace · 6 years ago

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Thoughts on Zari for season 5!!

Okay okay so the writers are saying that we won't get the same Zari for the next season. Yes, I'm really really sad about this butttt... I think it's a great opportunity for MUSLIM REPRESENTATION IF THEY GRAB IT.

So i really reaally want this Zari to be a practising Muslim. Like, she'll be wearing hijab, not drinking, etc.. I know I know but bear with me. You have NO IDEA how many jokes can be incorporated in the episodes!!!

Like, imagine it's fasting month, and the Legends were like "yknow what she's one of us, we're gonna fast too" and they're just not telling Zari bcs they want to surprise her during iftar. But thennn like towards the end Zari was like "okay. that's sweet. but I'm on my period today." And the Legends. just. LOSE IT.

And and imagine if Zari is that person who says a lot of the arabic phrases (we call them zikr) like alhamdulillah, subhanallah, bismillah, etc. And the Legends really wants to like use the words but they juST FAIL HORRIBLY. It's either they butcher the words or the context is just very wrong. Every time they say the words, they'll look at Zari she'll be like smh "u tried". And if they get it right they'll just show the fuck off to everyone.

And yep, she'll also be Zari "Watch your Language!!" Tomaz. And the Legends keep trying to make her curse.

And maybe there's like Arabic artifacts and they ask Zari to read them. And she's like sure, then she reads it, then silence. "So?? What does it mean??" "Idk" "b-but you just read it?" "Your point?" (bcs we muslims know how to read em but don't understand fuck all). Orr they need to talk to the arabs but she only knows "mmm ana la... mm lughatul arab.. enta... lughatul.. english(??)" (i mean sure we know something but it's so very very veryyy ridiculously little and useless probs)

ugh i have sooo many ideas but it's one am and i have work tomorrrow. Night.

(okay.. I forgot about Behrad. But yknow, just sprinkles "and Behrad" somewhere)

#legends of tomorrow #zari tomaz #Islam #Muslim Representation #PLEASE #MAKE #THIS #HAPPEN

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yastaghr · 6 years ago

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Our Skeleton 27

Just finished chapter 27 of Our Skeleton! You can find it under the cut below, or on Ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7563223/chapters/46057162

Toriel was calmly sitting in the living room with a knitting project on her lap when her cell-phone began vibrating. She fixed the knitting in such a way that it wouldn’t unravel on her, set it aside, and pulled her phone out of her pocket to answer it. She’d only just gotten it, so it took her awhile to remember how to answer it. By the time she did, the call had ended. Without hesitating Toriel called the number back. It rang for a moment, then was answered.

“Yeah? Who’s this?” Undyne’s gruff voice carried through the speaker.

“It is Toriel. I believe you have just tried to call me?”

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks for calling back. I forgot to tell you guys at the picnic the other day, but I found out the names of Pap’s parents. They’re probably Sans’, too. Do you want to hear?”

Toriel’s eyes sparkled. Finally! “Yes, Undyne. I wish nothing more than to learn their names.”

“Got it. Let me find that piece of paper...Oh! Here it is! Let’s see. Their names are Coursiva and T.N. Roman Revenant. Do those names ring a bell?”

Toriel was stunned. Revenant? She knew that name. Where did she know that name from? It felt vaguely familiar, as if it had been a long time since she had heard it. A very long time...Oh! She remembered.

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A grand ball was one of young Toriel’s favorite places to be. She loved the fancy clothes, the dancing, the people, the food - everything about a ball was exciting. This one was especially exciting because she got to wear her new dress. It was a flared ball gown in powder blue with a ruffled train and puffed sleeves. She loved it.

The other exciting thing about this ball was the number of monsters. Usually, when Toriel’s parents took her to attend a ball, it was being hosted by the human royalty they were stationed with. This time was different. This ball was a celebration of a peace treaty between one of the magic-hating human countries and the kingdom they were being ambassadors to. So there was another family of monsters Toriel could get to play with.

A human female in a stunning red dress swept aside and Toriel was finally able to see the other monsters. They were skeletons; three of them. The tallest of the three was a female skeleton. She had a beautiful yellow headdress that looked like a cross between a hijab and a beaded, braided head full of hair. There were hundreds of little beads cascading off the golden fabric. Orange, red, white - it was a tapestry of color and texture. Below the headdress was an orange mermaid dress with long sleeves and yellow ruffles.

The next tallest monster was an adult male skeleton. He was wearing a lovely caftan in browns and golds. It reminded Toriel of the jasper cat’s eye she had been given for her 200th birthday. She still had the stone in her jewelry box.

The final skeleton was a bit smaller. He looked to be the age of a child, maybe the equivalent of 13 or 14 human years old. His outfit was very similar to his father’s, only his was done up in greens and greys. Toriel thought it was an odd color combination. It looked more like a mossy rock than an outfit for celebrating in.

Toriel swept over to the trio. It wasn’t quite the full, elegant sweeping her mother could pull off, but it was still impressive. People made a path for her to move in. Before long she was there.

“Hello! I am Toriel Agouti, daughter of the ambassadors to Faiburr kingdom. Am I correct in assuming you are the ambassadors to Hefferse? It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The skeletons looked at her outstretched hand uncomfortably. Then the mother spoke.

“We are the Revenants. My name is Arial. My husband’s name is Merriweather, and my son’s name is T.N. Roman. I am sorry for our seeming lack of manners, but to shake hands was considered very rude in our last posting, and the habit sticks.”

Toriel quickly dropped her hand and curtseyed. “I am sorry, I had no intention to insult you. It is very rare for us to have other monsters to talk to. So few have the time to come to the capitol for a social visit. Please join me for refreshments. We have spider cider, rainbow pastries, symphony bonbons, and starlight cheesecakes.”

Once again the family of skeletons looked ill-at-ease. T.N. Roman was looking to his parents as if he were lost. Arial’s skull was painted with disgust, but it was Merriweather who spoke.

“Magic use is...not encouraged in Hefferse. A lot of the humans are afraid of it, and monsters have been arrested for using it. Most of the elite are more open-minded, but please don’t offer us magic food again. We have become used to hiding all magic. An influx of energy would throw us off balance.”

Toriel swallowed and curtseyed again. “I am truly sorry for any insult I might have caused. There are non-magical aperitifs as well. Let me show them to you.”

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Toriel blinked as the memory left her, then smiled. So, that explained that little oddity. Learning to hide your magic at such a young age was a habit that would be hard to shake. It was not all that surprising that it might be passed down to the next generation, even if the reason it had been learned was no longer accurate.

“Um, hello? Toriel? Did you hear me?”

Toriel cleared her throat. “Yes, Undyne, I did hear you. I was simply remembering something from a long time ago. I do indeed remember the Revenant family. They were ambassadors to a neighboring country at the same time as my parents. I met them once. They were very stiff and inflexible, but there is something I remembered which explains one of the more confusing qualities of Papyrus and Sans.”

Undyne said gruffly, “Yeah? What is it?”

“You are aware of how the two of them hide their magic, are you not?” Toriel asked.

“Yeah. It’s so fricking weird how Pap will just go blank right after a spell. I can’t read him at all, and Sans is even worse.”

Toriel grinned. “Well, the country that the Revenants were stationed in hated magic. Having it out in the open was dangerous. The whole family had to learn to hide their magic. T.N. Roman was younger than me...maybe the equivalent of a twelve year old?”

Undyne said roughly, “You think he would have passed that on to his kids? It sort of makes sense. Kids don’t always get the circumstances that make something necessary. I can see him keeping up that habit. And it would explain why the bone brothers act the way they do...yeah. Do you mind if I share this with Alphys? She’s right here.”

Toriel blinked. “Of course you can tell your partner. I will be telling Asgore...and perhaps eventually Sans. I want to learn more about his childhood first. I do not want to have any surprises. You can stop yourself from telling Papyrus, can you not?”

“Yeah, I can do that. The way they act...his parents had to have hurt him. Emotionally, physically, I don’t care. I don’t want to see him get shredded into little smiling pieces.”

“Of course,” Toriel smiled. “And I look forward to seeing you at Papyrus’ birthday party.”

“Yeah!” Undyne cheered, “It’s gonna be at the big game sanctuary. They’ve got lions and tigers and bears-”

“Oh my!” Toriel couldn’t resist saying it. It had been set up so nicely, she just had to!

“Ugh, fine. I guess I have to let you have that one. Just...try not to ruin Papyrus’ birthday party with your jokes? Too many of them really get on his nerves.”

“I will,” Toriel promised. “I look forward to seeing you then!”

“Bye,” Undyne said shortly before she hung up. Toriel stared at the phone in shock for a minute. Then she sighed and returned it to her inventory.

Now on to serious matters...what was she going to get Papyrus for his birthday?

#our skeleton fanfic #toriel #undyne #sansgoriel #yastaghr

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Elite - First Episode!

So! Thoughts about the first episode of Elite that I just watched! I kind of… did not expect to enjoy this as much as I just did? The actors are great, I love picking up a bit of Spanish on the side (not a language I speak… like… at all xD) AND the filming is awesome!

Gorgeous imagery aside – and there sure is a lot of it – I also loved the way the narrative was structured around the murder that is about to have happened. This is an impression absolutely unique to the first episode of this series because this is where we see the story begin and end before the unravelling of story threads from the middle to the eventual conclusion takes place.

This episode was meant to suck you in and get you interested and HOO BOY HOWDY it accomplished its purpose! (For me, at least.)

Regarding the murder mystery, I really liked how the various forward-flashbacks were tied in with the overall story to manipulate the viewer‘s interpretation of singular scenes (adding emphasis on likely future developments like the enmity between Nadia and Lu comes to mind) and it did not feel overdone at all!

Regarding spoilers, mind, I‘m still at the first episode and everything here is pure speculation. Mostly. I should maybe tag spoilers for the victim reveal?

Because, let‘s face it. It was obvious who would die in the end the very second this character made an appearance. At least to me.

Now, because this is what I invariably focus on, no matter what media I consume, let‘s give the various characters in the show a not-really-in-depth-because-i-am-just-talking-into-the-void-and-not-submitting-a-report review!

First of all, Samu. He is the obvious main character, sweet, cautious and just interesting enough to distract from his nice-boy image that… burdens him tragically? His decision to completely opt out of demonstrating his abilities in English during class is interesting and… so far, the only interesting thing he has ever done, except for a few nice, witty one-liners. Don‘t get me wrong, I actually like characters that are capable of… not starting drama every few seconds and the fact that he‘s seemed to be the sole supporter of his family makes him likeable? But I just know that he‘s going to have SOME bullshit going on and make decisions that will downgrade my tentatively positive opinion of him severely. I KNOW IT. Also, I… really don‘t like Marina for some reason?

Marina, then! She also follows the stereotype of the main characters love interest – the Girl That Is Not Like The Others. Which is not necessarily a bad thing! I just dislike characters that, in turn, are more attracted by the attractiveness of rebellion than the actual people who represent it for them.

(But I really liked her chemistry with Mano (?) in the two seconds they interacted.) (But that is the problem! UGH, love triangles…) I really liked that she‘s HIV-positive though! I loved how that was represented! That was apparently the big drama with the previous scholarship student though? I also like how she doesn‘t give a damn. But all in all, hm. Meh. Not my type.

Mano (?) - Samu‘s older brother who just got out of prison! And we still don‘t know exactly how! He‘s demonstrated so far: an astounding inability to sympathize with all and any struggles his younger brother has faced AND come on. That was one obviously placed camera AND YOU DIDN‘T EVEN HAVE THE GOOD SENSE TO COVER EITHER OF YOUR FACES COME TF ON WOULD IT HAVE BEEN SO HARD??? Also, flirting with the girl his lil bro is obviously dancing around already and hogging her instead of calling Samu? Seriously? That‘s just an asshole thing to do, no matter how much better you two seemed to get along, dammit!

Anyway. Then there‘s Guzman. I don‘t like him (yet). He‘s protective of his younger sister which, nice, would he not also completely ignore her wishes at the same time. His relationship with Lu seems built on the desire of the two powerhouses of the school to present a united front and also have some sex in bathrooms, but… are they actually happy together? Wait, wait. Are they even together openly? Nooooo, wait it was such a big thing that they were seen having sex! Hm. In that case, I don‘t get the nonchalance with which Lu suggests her boyfriend seduce another girl just to blackmail her. Are you that sure of his loyalty? Probably! Is that a really awful and manipulative thing to not only force a stranger but also your own boyfriend into? Yes!

But. I also know his type. He‘s the asshole with hidden depths that appear in fleeting glances only at first and then, when gradually revealed, make him your favourite character. I know that at one point I will be supposed to love him and I, a weak victim of viewer manipulation, probably will. I know how that one goes. (I still love Bellamy from The 100 with all my heart and I have suffered for it. Also only watched to the third season!)

Aside from the fact that she is gorgeous and the archetypical bitch, except also super smart, I can‘t say too much about Lu yet. Except that I ship her with Nadia, not that THAT is ever going to happen, I guess. Idk I kind of like her. In her capacity of being a huge asshole, that is.

Nadia! HOLY SHIT I LOVE HER!!! SHE IS THE BEST! And holy shit, the hijab thing was a biiig gun to pull out in the first episode, but when else, also, good demonstration of institutionalized prejudice and discrimination! (I was so mad, good job! Well, fucking awful that this is a thing that needs to be represented, but good job! And her statement about them restricting her based on their own dumb opinions and NOTHING else and how this is her belief and nobody is forcing her to wear it? YES YES YES GOOD GIRL! Screenshots from that scene were what convinced me to give this series a shot and holy shit, it was delivered so well!) I can‘t even say anything meaningful here, I just??? love her??? She is sassy and smart and NOT interested in the drama (which will change VERY soon and hoo boy is she going to seduce the SHIT out of Guzman while also falling in love, but I don‘t even mind. That much.)

Then there‘s Christian. I… really don‘t care for the second-hand embarrassment he keeps subjecting me to? And his attitude towards drugs and alcohol? And… uh… almost everything else? BUT! He handles all of the abuse directed at him with the same charm and grace that at first seems absolutely moronic but is soon (him walking through the school naked) revealed as an iron-hard sunny attitude? And I respect that. A lot. I will probably come to respect this dude even more as the story evolves, but I still don‘t like his character-archetype. But that‘s fine!

Also, Carla and this dude! Waaaaait did she only hook up with Christian because her boyfriend who‘s name I forgot was into it? She did not seem all that comfortable afterwards, which hints at QUITE the different power dynamic in that couple than is expected of them! I am very curious!

And! Ander! OMG he is SUCH a sweetheart! Sorry, I still think that getting high and making a dating app profile is dumb, but HE IS GAY and hooking up with Omar and he! Is the cutest! And only deserves good things! Please let him be happy!

Omar, for that matter… hm. He looks very tired. Also, why is he selling drugs? He‘s… Nadia‘s brother? I‘d like to see more of their sibling relationship tbh but… hm. Don‘t know what to think about him yet, but the drug thing kind of is a turn-off for me? I really hope to get to know more about him though, especially if he IS going to have a thing with Ander!

And I have many more thoughts about this and I really look forward to watching the second episode at some point in my life (which… uh… might happen sooner or later, but since my method of choosing stuff to watch includes maths and does not include personal opinion… probably later?) but now I‘m getting hungry and am going to eat something instead of screaming some more into the void.

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