#my mom immigrated

[bixels]

Jesus man, relax.

#this was in response to me saying “lunar new year” on the rarity art #personal #delete later #what in insane nonproblem to get this angry about #i asked my parents (taiwanese immigrants) about this and they said we use either but prefer lunar new year #because it's inclusive to koreans and vietnamese people who celebrate on the same day #lunar new year is an umbrella term same as “happy holidays.” this person is basically getting mad i said happy holidays instead of #merry christmas. #my family and i identify more as taiwanese than chinese so. we're not gonna say chinese new year much anyways #i sent this to my mom btw and she replied with basically “die mad i guess.” love you ma #this literally doesn't matter anyways i could have said “chinese new year” to caption that post and it wouldn't have mattered #the only reason i didn't is because i plan on drawing another art including carol (coco pommel) who's korean and celebrates the same day #like. most people in china/taiwan don't care they just say “happy new year” cuz it's the fuckin new year. someone saying lunar new year is #not erasure it's not flattening asian identities into a monolith. it's just an umbrella term. #anyways happy lunar new year happy chinese new year happy tet happy spring festival happy seollal #like i cannot stress enough to you guys that these holidays are on the exact same day and celebrate basically the same exact thing. #this is not an issue.

[stantler]

Also put in the tags your ethnicity

#bc I know this is common in a lot of immigrant communities lol I’m Romanian and my mom had mine pierced at Claire’s as a toddler

[reineydraws]

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

#jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batfamily fanart #dc #dc fanart #i love barongs SO MUCH i used to think they were just a boy thing but my mom and i found a barong dress for me to wear for graduation ✨️✨️ #i was so happy lol #i am posting a lot of lil doodles rn cuz i finished some big involved pieces for the zines im in and this is all the energy i have left rn #anyways i made him white-passing bc comics but like. #it should track that he looks a lil asian too cuz he thinks lady shiva might be his mom right??? so he could feasibly be half... 🤷🏻‍♀️ #i like thinking he's a lil filipino but only cuz im all the way filipino (except for all the ways im not hashtag immigrant kid life) #I DIGRESS #here's another extremely niche jason todd post from yours truly 😌✌️✨️ #sorry if the knife isnt to scale it's only occuring to me now that i just *assumed* it'd be longer than a man's forearm oops #ugh barongs are so pretty. idve tried designing more if i had the patience to do the detail work rn 🥲 mb in the future who knows #he's wearing a sando underneath!!!!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

This election day, I'm thinking of my Nana.

I'm thinking of how as a young woman, she fled political violence in her native Colombia to build a new home in a more stable country. I'm thinking about how she lived a long life, but not long enough to see her home country elect its first ever progressive president (just a few months ago!).

Coincidentally, I was living in Colombia at that time (in the very city she grew up in), and I was able to witness what felt like a miracle. A very conservative country, suffering from the violent inheritance of colonization and catholic invasion and the war on drugs, against a backdrop of the dangerous global rise of the far right--this unlikely country managed to elect one of the most progressive heads of state in the world, in 2022. That's a pretty big deal.

And I'm thinking about this, this election day, because that election was won by a very thin margin. I'm thinking about how it almost didn't happen. I'm thinking about how it was only possible thanks to the highest voter turnout in 20 year. And I am thinking about the countless number of voters who chose to vote for the first time. I am thinking of the poorest and most disenfranchised citizens who showed up at the polls. I am thinking of the indigenous women who rode 12 hours on public buses to vote at the 'nearest' polling stations. I am thinking of all the money and corruption that went into preventing minority citizens from voting, and I'm thinking about how they showed up in the millions and voted anyway.

I am thinking that I would like to see a miracle like that in my own home country.

So if you're on the fence about waiting in line today to cast your vote, I hope that you will think--about the country you want to live in, the future you hope will unfold, and about all of the people it takes to make a miracle.

Because history may deem us nameless and faceless, but when we show up en masse, we are the ones who make history happen.

And yes, maybe also spare a thought for my Nana. Who was in fact a very angry and judgemental woman who supported the republican party for 50+ years, and who would be turning in her grave right now (if the family hadn't had her cremated). Think about the mean angry ghost of my Colombian grandmother, who very much wants you to not show up at the polls to support abortion and other sinful progressive values. Think about her. Do it for her. Do it for Nana.

#Do it! for her #not a shitpost #serious post #politics #ask to tag #I love you Nana but i disagree SO vehemently with almost all of your personal political and religious values #also you should have treated my mom SO MUCH BETTER when she was a kid. all of your kids really #i see you very much as a victim of religious trauma & childhood poverty #followed by the cultural isolation of being a first generation immigrant with no local hispanic community to provide support #plus the failure of late 20th century mental health care almost certainly compounded by medical sexism #recognize sympathize and am indignant on your behalf for all of those reasons and more #but that truth can also coexist alongside the truth that #hot DAMN Nana you and Papa very much failed to provide your children with an emotionally safe and stable environment in which to grow #and me and my sibs are still dealing with the generational trauma #and who knows how many of my cousins. I HAVE TWENTY-ONE COUSINS AND I DON'T TALK TO ANY OF THEM #that is too many cousins to not be in contact with any of them #(and fyi that's on *one* side of the family. on the other side are a dozen half-aunts-and-cousins I've never met #because Other Grandpa was a Certified Piece of Shit) #Anyway. ANYWAY... #apparently i really needed to overshare today. know what? no judgement. judgement free zone #i have no judgement thoughts or opinions i am finally FREE #........gosh that sounds so relaxing #ANYway #yeah. break the cycle of abuse or your descendants will grow up and critique your parenting choices on third-tier social media platforms #when people say 'they will always be remembered' at a funeral--that is a THREAT #what they actually mean is 'OH HONEYBUN YOU DONE FUCKED UP' #.........i want that in my eulogy actually

[hypokeimena]

the thing about culture that's difficult for a lot of people it seems to me is that "culture" is not some ontologically coherent Blob where you can sit at the table and someone will serve it to you and you get to just sit there and Receive it. or, it's not something you can dig up and carefully extract unchanged, if you sit carefully enough at your books, and then put on your mantle to admire. i'm a motherfucker whose career is about digging things up from books so i get the appeal, and yet that's not what Culture is, because culture is what you Do. so you already have one. what food do you eat? where do you live? what rituals do you perform? do you take your shoes off when you go inside?

culture is distinct from religion and ethnicity (though obviously it's interrelated with both), and deeply related to the place you live now and its customs and foodways and norms for politeness and hospitality, and what other populations live around you in the place you live now. trying to connect to the mystical immigrant old-country past of your ancestors is unlikely to get you the results you're looking for - culture is something you do every day and i promise you already have one. and you're already doing it. which means that you can also just as easily change the things you do if you don't like them.

#like my family is bicultural and not biracial AND i grew up in a different part of the country than the US side of my family did. #AND there are additional complications for me specifically but like. my dad makes amazing southern food but is limited by what #is easy to get in new england. my mom is horrified by the immigrant-american versions of food she's used to. this is normal and natural. #the old-country culture has changed without the populations who left and they have their own vested interest in what that past looks like.

[myokk]

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

#im literally OBSESSED with Eloise😩 #and this AU😇🙏 #they are maybe late 20s/early 30s here I wanted to experiment a bit #anyways I was reading A Little Life at the beach today #and ngl I was tearing up literally ALL the time!!! 😤😤😤 #it’s just so beautifully written & I find myself relating so heavily and I get gut punches every few pages where I need to stop reading #and just process it #idk maybe I am sentimental today LOL #It’s just…it’s making me think about the fact that I’ve never really Belonged in any one place and neither have the characters #my mom is the product of Bulgarian/swedish immigrants to the US and my dad is a Spanish pueblo man 😂 #and their experiences/culture/languages etc etc have shaped my life soooooooo much🙏 #but like at the same time. too reserved to truly fit in with the Spanish but too open/blunt for the midwest #idk it is weird to explain #anyways I just keep moving forward & make my own way🙏🙏🙏 #thank you for coming to my free Therapy Session in the hashtags (bc nobody reads these😂😂😂😂) #also if you did & you also read a little life please🙏 or if you want to talk about books in general🙏🙏 #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hphl #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #eloise #oh also this is a recreation of a Porco Rosso scene😇😇🙏🙏 #but I changed the colors a LOT & also a bit more when I sketched it up

[autismvampyre]

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

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

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

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

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

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

#nydias post #swedenposting #police brutality #swedish politics #sweblr #police violence #european politics #world politics #police reform #greta thunberg #tw xenophobia #tw rasicm #immigration #immigration rights #human rights #leftist politics #activism #my moms best friend is training to become a cop and im fully cutting contact with her.

[stuckinapril]

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#I’m only very rarely inclined to get this intimate w my thoughts so I might as well say it NOW butttt I will never not see the dead children #In everything I do #Like legit #I’ve read up on Hind so extensively and seen so many photos of her #And I have a very healthy relationship w the popular Palestinian journalists so she’s not my blorbo or anything #But hearing that memo destroyed me bc bisan is only 23 and she seemed so vivacious #Idk like I do normal people things I can’t just pause on my life #But idk how it feels like to sit at a boba place and enjoy my pearl milk tea w my friends #While the horrors over there don’t just lurk the back of my mind. I do normal things and I’m guilty for having the luxury #And as an Iraqi girl I’m living in the literal ideal timeline #Where my mom decided to immigrate to the us and that’s why I’m here living a normal life like everyone else #It’s like in a different world if I were born in a different time it could’ve so easily been me. I’m one of the Lucky Ones idk #It’s not survivor’s guilt bc it’s not like I had to survive anything like I never had the chance to live in Iraq or anything #But like. If some things had fallen just a little differently #And I keep thinking about how I’d feel if it were happening to Iraq and people behaved the way they’re doing to Palestinians #I’d be so mad #And some people on here are dealing w assholes while bursting at the seams w grief #For losing their loved ones #This is why I’m so fucking angry at anyone who’s complicit #This was a major tangent but basically I feel weird about doing normal things now while simultaneously knowing I can’t just sit and wallow #And watch life pass by as if it’ll do anything #Misery is not a home but I’m struggling to be 100% normal #And I think that this tonal dissonance is reflecting on my blog too bc I can’t go back to just #Posting about all the other normal things I used to. Like I want to but sometimes I feel off. #Is this anything. I haven’t slept all night #I can’t just allow myself to lose interest in everything I used to like and be and just fade away but maybe it’s about accepting that this #Will also always be a part of me now. It’s that awareness that shadows everything I do #or maybe I need a therapist it’s a toss up #I’ll probably feel better once I get my day started but this was cathartic to voice I think #p

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

gonna get kind of personal sorry

#my family’s petitions to immigrate got approved. after 20 years #which obviously makes it complicated because almost all my cousins have aged out #only a few who were born ‘out of wedlock’ because divorce does not exist #so this whole weekend has been research and calling immigration lawyers #but the prospect of actually. living in the same country as my family. is making me genuinely teary #for too long a large part of my family has been an abstract concept only rarely made physical whenever i visit the philippines #my mom’s cousins’ children are entrenched in america and are so close and always together. i have always been on the outside looking in. #and in the end it’s up to them it’s their decision whether they want to come #we aren’t going to force them. but we want to extend them the opportunity #only they know what’s best for their own families #and like. we could argue to the moon and back about how this perpetuates the imperialist machine or whatever #but i am sorry to say i am selfish. and i want to hug my cousins more often

[shimenchus]

it's so telling when someone says radical feminism is "white woman shit" and you bring up the fact that in many places such as africa or asia, the only feminism that prominently exists is radical feminism, and for those places it's just considered regular feminism that you get told those women live in places that aren't progressive enough for them to understand their actions properly. to say these women are too dumb to realize that their beliefs are "bad" simply because they don't align with western mainstream liberal feminism is rooted in xenophobia and racism, not to mention a lack of understanding of the struggles and violence women from these countries regularly go through, which can range anywhere from fgm to men rubbing and wiping their cum on the back of women's clothes in trains. but of course, as usual, there's no intelligent response to this so you just end up getting blocked or get rape wished on you.

#my grandma was born and raised in south sudan she considers herself a feminist and her beliefs #along with all of the women she knows believe in what radfems believe in #being against things like surrogacy forced marriage harmful sex culture misogyny male violence and femicide #i live in a primarily hispanic/black area and literally the only people who try to push gender shit on us is white people #and if you say you don't believe in all that you get called an ignorant white supremacist #white people put the mirror down when you're calling non white people white supremacists #anyway today's rant is brought to you by a white guy who told me (a non white darkskin child of 2 immigrants) #that of course i didn't understand gender politics because i'm too privileged #and then went on to say women in south korea aren't 'booksmart' enough to realize their corset movement is a 'terf' movement..... #my mom always tells me do not engage with white people who want to play devil's advocate with race based matters #and yet here i am doing it again lol #/rambling

[uc1wa]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#this is not religious im not even religious but my mom loves christmas LOL #(my immigrant never has practiced christianity a day in her life mother) #q’d #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi x y/n #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

i know the conversation should focus on palestinians first and foremost (although i'm not an expert on how palestinians feel on the matter--others have posted about how heinous it is for israelis to claim palestinian dishes as their own, and notably how they are destroying the plants and land which produce those dishes while enjoying them) but I suppose as a form of solidarity, I hope none of y'all zionist fuckers enjoy any vietnamese cuisine either. i hope every bowl of pho you buy is spat in because i'd rather my home culture's dishes be tainted than to let you enjoy them

#free palestine #i dunno man. im sitting under my roommates bunk reading on palestine while she and her mom talk of how scary it is that iran is targeting #israel and altho theyve never explicitly said they support israel the fact ive heard of it only in terms of how scared it makes *them* is.. #not hopeful to say the least #and then of course she gets out of bed and talks about how she has pho #and i just cant accept someone who is standing by while the us does to gaza what it did to vietnam on a much higher and denser scale #wanting to partake in my culture. id love to share pho with all of you! i have a soup blog for fucks sake! but theres something really evil #about taking in a culture without acknowledging the harm done to it. why do you think you can enjoy pho? b/c the war brought millions of #viet immigrants to the US #only that is a moving of viets into the us rather than israel moving into palestine. both are terrible of course #anyway. vietnam-palestine solidarity forever

[cjbolan]

At the risk of projecting … are Mary P and Jake technically immigrants? Book 3 Mary’s subplot is eerily reminiscent of women who marry outside their culture then immigrate to their spouse’s country and often struggle to assimilate.

Later Jake and Mary P move to a human town. It’s possible Jake faced similar struggles adapting to life with a different species.

#yet another reason Mary P reminds me so much of my own mom #and my grandma for that matter #Emily Windsnap was written by a woman and IT SHOWS #Liz Kessler #Emily Windsnap and the castle in the mist #middle grade fiction #middle grade books #books #immigration

[olive-garden-hoe]

My expressions of affection are getting out of hand

While watching rottmnt with my wonderful patient mom I turned to her and said “I want to chew them up and put them in a blender so I can drink them and I will kiss this creator in the lips the second I meet them”

She gently pat my arm and asked if I wanted to turn it off

#just neurodivergent things #child of immigrants #I meant it positively #but I can’t say (affectionate)/pos to my fucking mom #love her but poor woman CANNOT understand #still appreciate the efforts tho don’t get me wrong #support your child’s hyperfixation/special interest #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #actually neurodivergent #actually neurodiverse #living with adhd #adhd problems

[inkykeiji]

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#just saw someone online say they think angel wasn’t close with his mom & didn’t have a relationship with his mom at all #which is a totally valid interpretation/headcanon; absolutely #however my italian ass went ?????????????? #knowing how much italian mothers—ESPECIALLY old country traditional italian mothers—not only love their sons #but love the absolute fuck out of their BABY sons #the youngest #the littlest #the baby of the family #is fucking sacred #especially if it is a boy #now obv angel has molly #but he is still by definition the youngest SON #so i’ll be super surprised if his relationship with her is nonexistent #then again who knows how much they’re going to lean into angel’s italian heritage #if they lean into it AT ALL past the mafia #and immigrating to new york #which also raises so many questions like was he born in italy and then moved as a kid to america like so many people did during the early 19 #early 1900s????? or did his parents immigrate even EARLIER than that and he was born on american soil??? #the very earliest angel could’ve been born based on his age and when he died is 1903 #about half of those early immigrants arrived between 1900-1910 #so #many questions so many questions #i rly do hope they decide to lean into angels italian roots at LEAST a little #but that’s purely because i am italian #so i’d just love to see some italian-american stuff here #anyway this is just me rambling i have to go to bed #clari chatters

[insectfem]

i hate my bfs brother so much he's so annoying

#leaves piss and shit in the toilet #leaves globs of toothpaste on the sink and makes his mom clean it #all his music sounds the fucking same #hes a little capitalist cocksucker that doesnt think anyone is entitled to happiness #he thinks isreal is just defending its right to exist #hes becoming more and more christian conservative and its so annoying #he said my job is a 'mans job' #why is she getting back with him #i dont even like her very much but holy shit bfs brother is just a fucking asshole #and the people he idolizes would absolutely hate him #conservatives think puerto ricans are immigrants #what the fuck is going on in this dumb mfs almond brain