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daydreamabout · 9 months

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3:15 (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

Summary: You're in a situationship with Oscar, not sure if you want to be official. Inspired by 3:15 by Russ. All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow Light the way for truths that if not for me simply wouldn't show 'Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't I wish you would own up to your flaws And just say that you're wrong when you're wrong Instead of actin' like you're right, then it turns into a fight Now you're stormin' out my house in the middle of the night “What's on your mind?” Oscar interrupted your few kisses. You were currently all over him in your bedroom, as usually. You pecked his soft lips one more time and sighed “I don't think you should do it tomorrow.” you spoke softly. Your lover's dark eyes looked at you for a few seconds before he frowned “Don't start this shit again.” The anger about the same situation started to boil within you, so you got off of Oscar and laid on your back. “What is your problem?” you spat at him. The sudden tension in the room was obvious. He suddenly sat on the edge of your bed and gave you an intimidating look over his right. “I don't think we're close enough to have this kind of conversation!” “Wow.” You didn't know how else to react. He was obviously refering to the fact that you weren't sure how to label your 'thing'. You cared, a lot. But he was part of a gang and you cared too much about other people's opinions too. “I think you should go home. ”you let out bluntly without thinking. He turned his head away from you and let out a dry laugh “You know.... I fucking might!” and stormed off. ***

How come when I love somebody, part of me don't wanna stay? Every time I get too close, I just start pushing them away I know, I know Maybe I just wanna leave before they try to leave me first Maybe I don't wanna need 'em 'til they say they need me first I know, I know (yeah, yeah, yeah) Damned if I do, damned if I don't Drank Tequila, I can't drive home Hard to play cool, heart belongs to you I know that if I show that I keep my walls up, if you want me then you better start to climb WoMen who love me aren't rare WoMen who mean it hard to find Somethin' tells me that I'm right about you Please, don't prove me wrong They say love's a song for fools We're wise enough to sing along “Back off!” you raised your voice and pushed the guy to the side. You were frustraded, ended up at someone's houseparty, drank enough Tequila to not drive home by yourself, but not enough to forget about Os. The porch made an exceptable place to sit down for a bit and re-think your previous thoughts. You wanted him. All to yourself. So you took all your courage and dialed his number. Oscar picked up after a while, but did not say anything. You could just see the seconds of the phonecall on your screen. “Can you pick me up?” you asked carefully. You could hear him sigh into the phone. “Where are you?” *** It took about 20 minutes until you could see the familiar red car pull into the street. You slowly got up and neared yourself the sidewalk. The car came to stand right in front of you, but before you even had the chance to get in, your lover already got out. He stood right in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. “You're in my head.” you said while pointing to your temple. The alcohol was definitely kicking. His eyes softened and you felt like there was a slight smile on his lips. He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it “Get in the car, Y/N. ” You continued to stare into his eyes. “I want everyone to know about us. ” His face seemed to light up a bit. He pulled you in and kissed your forehead before whispering in your ear “Get in babe, we'll talk about it tomorrow.”

But now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a game we do I tell myself I'm not that into you But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three And now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a thing we make We're skin on skin, I need this spell to break, oh But I don't wanna go, and I know that you know You're in my head like

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stargirlposts · 9 months

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El Malo

Chapter 3

I sat on my bed that night looking at the moon through my window. Tony is a good man and he loves me and maybe I can love him, but I have doubts. Fuck. I’m such a bad person.

It's been six weeks since Oscar got out. I've been keeping myself busy by working at my sister’s beauty store and avoiding Oscar. And I’m doing a pretty good job at avoiding him, if I do say so myself. I was finally walking home after I finished helping my sister with her store when I spotted Jamal, Ruby, and Monse.

“Monse!” I shouted her name with a smile and sped up to greet them.

“Hey, when did you get back?”

“I just got back today, hey do you know why Ruby and Jamal aren’t talking to Cesar, he tells you everything cause these shitheads won’t tell me anything” She walked next to me to look at Jamal and Ruby with an eye roll. Just when I was going to answer, we heard someone blasting their music and when we turned to look, it was the familiar red impala coming down the street.

Ruby shook his head, “We can’t tell you what Cesar said.”

“Fine, then I’ll ask myself”

She walked on the street and stopped right in front of the Impala, forcing Oscar to stop the car.

“Hey, you crazy!”

I turned to Jamal and Ruby.

“What did Cesar say?” I asked. I was curious to know why Monse was so upset and why they weren’t talking to him.

“Cesar said he hit it” I gasped and turned to look at Monse leaned over talking to Oscar.

“Jamal!” Ruby yelled and Jamal quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He turned to me”, look just don’t tell Monse”

“I won’t, but you know the truth always comes out, I’ll talk to-“

“Hey Y/N! Get in the car, I’ll take you home”

I turned to look at Oscar and crossed my arms.

“No, I’m perfectly fine with walking.”

Cesar turned to look at me with desperation in his eyes. I sighed and bid my goodbyes as I got in next to Cesar.

Oscar drove me to his house and asked me to stay for a while. But I declined and told him I was gonna pass to the bathroom and get some of my stuff, although I left out the second part. I was only gone for six weeks and the house is already a mess. Ugh, men. By the time I walked out, I saw Cesar sitting on the couch and Oscar sitting behind him on a crate, with Monse standing in front of him.

“We can go inside-“ Oscar cut him off by clearing his throat “, But uh if you wanna sit on my face, you gotta put that mouth on pause so I can concentrate”

All of the Santos laughed and he fist bumped Oscar. Poor Monse had the look of humiliation on her face.

“What the fuck? You put him up to this didn’t you!”

“Hey,” Oscar stood up and tried to get in my face “,don’t start shit.”

“Fuck you Oscar”

I was beyond pissed. How dare he try to intimidate me in front of his puto friends. I wanted to release some steam by hanging out with my friends but they were on the clock so that was a no and my mom went to visit family in Mexico, so I’m in a house all by myself . You must be wondering what happened to Tony. Let’s just say he could see I wasn’t Interested and he wasn’t mad. He told me he loved me and he’d be willing to wait for me when I realize Oscar ain’t shit.

I was watching tv in the living room when I heard movement in my room. I could feel my heart start racing. I sped tip-toed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I stood beside my closed bedroom door and waited for whoever was in there to come out. My heart sped as the door opened and I put the knife against the throat of the perpetrator. Only it wasn’t, it was Oscar. I let out a sigh of relief.

“What the fuck Oscar? You could’ve knocked on the door”

I walked to the kitchen with him following behind me and put the knife away.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to talk.”

“ I don’t have anything to say to you’’

“Haven’t seen you with that guy”

“What’s it to you?” I asked as I leaned on the kitchen counter. I watched as he stepped closer to me.

“I failed you a thousand times, yet you’re still mine”

He walked closer so our chests were touching, he held my chin up gently forcing me to look up at him.

“He seemed sincere unlike my flaws, but I’m the bad guy you don’t stop loving. You’re like Cinderella and he’s the pitiful fool and even though I’m not Prince Charming, I’m still the love of your life”

My eyes started to water and I tried to look down but he wouldn’t let me.

“Oscar- please”

“I love you, Y/N”

I felt a tear run down my face and Oscar leaned his forehead against mine touching my nose with his.

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page150 · 2 years

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A Present for Oscar 🎁pt. 1- César x Reader (Siblings)

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 863

Warnings: Gun Mention at the end

Summary: Your brother Oscar is returning from jail and you get him a present against your other brother, César's judgement.

“César, come on.” You grin, pulling César into yet another department store.

“No, I don’t see why we’re doing this.” César groaned. “He’s just going to get locked up again the minute he gets out.”

A frown forms on your face, “Don’t say that. He said he’s going to do better. If you’re going to be rude you can go. You could’ve given me the money and let me go by myself.”

“No,” He muttered, opening the store door for you. “The block’s getting restless. I don’t need you wandering by yourself.”

You roll your eyes, “The block’s been restless ever since he left. Let’s just focus on the good things now. Oscar’s coming home, and we need to get him a present!”

César put on a small smile as you began to wander the store. He wondered how you could be so happy. Oscar wasn’t exactly bad but he definitely wasn’t good. He went to jail. For months it was just the two of you and some Santos. Sure, he was used to it, but while Oscar was gone, César had stayed. He had to hold you when you cried. He had to make sure that you were safe. César knew Oscar would do the same but he was never there to act on it.

Shaking his head, he looked through a selection of coats. He held up a dark blue one with large matte black buttons, “What about this one?”

“Hmm I don’t know,” You hold up some cologne, “What about this?”

“No, Oscar would want to pick out his own cologne.”

You smile, “I just can’t wait to see him. We need to hurry up if he’s coming home tomorrow. What do you think he would like the best? You know him more.”

“Ummm,” César scanned the department store. There were rows of clothes, different sections of shirts and pants. There was cologne and perfume on glass stands with models on posters near the displays. He always hated stores like this, ones that couldn’t focus on one item, but a selection of kitchen appliances caught his eye.

“He likes to cook, right?” César questioned. “We could get him some cooking supplies. Like a new knife set or something.”

“Yes!” You cheered, pulling him to the selection. “Let’s get him some knives.”

César looked at the different brands of shiny metal knives. They were almost pretty, gleaming under the fluorescent light bulbs. He knew Oscar would love some, but they were all so expensive. Only $20 sat crumbled in his pocket. When he raised his head to see which ones you were looking at he noticed you had left the section and were heading to the checkout center. An expensive knife set in your hands.

He quickly walked towards you, “What are you doing? Those are $70! We don’t have that much.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You smiled.

The lady behind the cash register scanned the set, “Anything else?

“Yes,” You point towards an apron with different vegetables printed on it, “I’ll like to get this too.”

“Alright! That will be $80, cash or card?”

“Cash if that’s okay,” You say pulling out some dollar bills from your wallet.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” César muttered.

“But I want to, he’s our brother César. He’s all we have so we’re going to get him a present.” You whisper, handing the cashier the bills.

The lady handed you the bag and with a “good-bye” and the two of you walked out of the store and out of the mall. The walk home was quick and silent. César’s head was filled with worries. Who knows what could’ve happened to Oscar while he was in jail. Maybe he has a shorter temper, or maybe he wants to be left alone. Either way he was afraid for your hopes to be shattered.

While he was away he didn’t allow you to see Oscar. It was a decision that broke up the previously close bond the two of you had. You tried to convince César, but he wouldn’t let up. You didn’t know, but César didn’t want you to see Oscar liked that, but now he regrets it. Maybe it would’ve been good to see Oscar, so your hopes wouldn’t be up. Believing he was the same man as before.

Unknown to César you were scared, so scared that everything would all change once he was back. You weren’t living in a delusion, you knew Oscar wasn’t the softest person, but being without him so long made you miss him, not hate him. If Oscar came back César would relax a bit. You weren’t a little kid, but César was so worried that something would happen to you. Having your biggest brother back would fix it. Even if you didn’t get Oscar back you could possibly get César back.

This was all you thought about as you fell asleep. The knife set and apron tied nicely with a blue bow sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

The next morning César woke up before you. He sat outside on the front steps on the porch. The sky was orange with a bit of blue poking out and the sun shone on his face. A breeze flowed through the trees and he watched as the leaves rustled. He tapped his foot anxiously.

You walked outside and tossed César an apple. He looked up at you.

“You need to eat.”

César sighed and took a bite out of the apple. He rested his head on the palm of his hand.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” You asked, gazing up at the sky.

“Yeah,” He chewed the apple slowly.

You sat next to César. He looked tired. “Don’t tell me you’ve been out here all night. That’s not healthy.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, go inside and take a nap. I’ll stay out here and tell you when he’s here.”

César opened his mouth to argue, but he had been tossing and turning all night. Every time he went to sleep he would wake up minutes later. He got up, stopping to look at you. Sometimes he forgot that you were only two years younger. He went inside leaving you by yourself on the porch.

One hour passed, then two, then more and when César woke up he was met in a purely silent house. He rolled over in his bed, reaching for his phone and saw that it was long past 3, when Oscar was supposed to come home.

Getting up, he walked through the house calling for your name. César prepared for the worst. Walking to the door he lightly knocked, he thought he heard you shuffling inside.

“Y/N it’s okay. We don’t need him anyway, open the door. Please.”

César opened the door expecting to see you inside, but you were gone. Your radio played soft music on the nightstand. Your sheets were still crumbled from where you left them that morning. Your walls were lined with photos. Some with César, some with César ‘s friends and some with Oscar.

He felt his heart begin to beat, he ran through the small house, checking every room.

“Y/N where are you? Y/N it’s okay!” He checked the backyard. Red solo cups littered the grass, but you were nowhere near. The sun was beginning to set.

Running back inside he checked for a note, a text message, anything. He anxiously ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. In the months since Oscar had left, you had never gone anywhere without notifying someone. Suddenly he heard someone talking outside. Low, gruff voices. He grabbed a gun, and moved towards the door.

Author's Note: Comment below what y'all want me to write! I'm having a little case of writer's block lol so I'm up for anything on my masterlist. I debated posting this one or a Latrelle one, but he'll probably be next. Also, do people still read/write omb fics? I don't really use A03 but I know there wasn't many new ones on tumblr or wattpad. But, I just love writing OMB characters. Anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one! If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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themuselesswriter · 1 year

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Imagine: You are in a love hate relationship with Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

“What do you want?”

“Can you stop being a little puta for a minute and hear me out?

“Why are you here Spooky?”

“I heard you were in trouble so I brought the homies to help”

“I told you to stop following me around”

“Lay your hands on me ever again and i’ll cut them off”

“Welcome home papi”

“Happy anniversary, through hell and back, ain’t it?”

#museless imagine #on my block #omb #oscar diaz #spooky diaz #oscar spooky diaz #original character #cesar diaz #lil spooky #lil spooky diaz #spooky #jamal turner #ruby martinez #monse finnie #imagine

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soul-music-is-life · 5 months

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On My Block: Pilot vs. Finale

These babies grew up. I'm crying.

Bonus because I haven't cried enough:

(Oscar Diaz deserved better)

And one more for the road (full circle):

#On My Block #Monse Finnie #Cesar Diaz #Jamal Turner #Ruby Martinez

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caiusmarciuscoriolanus · 1 month

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Rewatching on my block and realizing that Mario had wasted potential. He obviously had his own tiny subplot with the whole baby thing but I genuinely think they could have done more with his character. What I really think would have been cool would be to have further explored his relationship to Oscar. You’re probably thinking “Benny they had like 2.5 scenes together, what relationship?” It’s very obvious in season 2, episode 5, that they know each other somehow. They openly talk to one another at the store counter when Mario is buying snacks and stuff for Ruby. Mario is open about what’s going on and about his concern for his little brother. Oscar asks if the snacks are for his baby mama, indicating that he knows about her. He even laughs and listens when Mario expresses his concern. Those topics of conversation are not ones that you have with strangers or even just because your siblings are friends. They know each other someway. Whether because they went to school together or because Cesar and ruby have been friends for a while. This point is also solidified later at the party when they have that drink together Oscar also doesn’t seem to have any issue about Mario being there even though we haven’t seen them hang out before this. At this point, Oscar keeps to his people and only really lets ruby come to the party because he feels responsible for the pain ruby is going through. Oscar would have said no had it been anyone else but allowed Mario to come and had no issue with him being there at all. Either way they know of each other. I think it genuinely would have been a fun avenue to explore in allowing Mario and Oscar to be childhood friends that had fallen apart due to Oscar being a Santo and having them sort of come together again as we watch the parallel of Cesar’s relationship with ruby, monse, and Jamal go through the ringer. It could have been this really cool way of showing that the kids were gonna have to grow up and it would be possible that even though you get older, things aren’t always easier or change all that much. It could have also been a reflection point for them in realizing that, despite how most teens feel, the world isn’t ending and we all go through similar shit at times. We’re all trying to get it figured out.

#on my block #look I don’t know I’m ripped and started thinking about this #oscar diaz #Mario Martinez #cesar diaz #ruby Martinez #monse finnie #Jamal turner

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mochi-chan-2006 · 8 months

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Giving my Kai and Ruby them a new project (To make them look like their mom Molly from Aftermath)

(Meaning from an alternate universe.)

For those who don't know, this is what their mom looks like (in new dresign).👌

Aftermath belongs to: @askkassandragf-v-2 / @hello-neighbor-three-aus

Kai and Ruby belongs to: me

#mochi-chan-2006 #hello neighbor #hello neighbor au #aftermath #new dresing #kai martinez #kai #ruby martinez #ruby

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redrumthem · 1 year

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If I could only watch on my block for the first time again

#on my block #omb #oscar diaz #cesar diaz #monse finnie #ruby martinez #jamal turner

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curtsycream · 2 years

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can you make a part two to the ruby x reader angst story (on my block)😩 maybe the reader falls for someone else and is finally happy and Ruby starts to realize what he missed

I honestly want to tie in another show with this and I’ve been thinking so much of who should the guy be that the reader falls for.

It had been a few months since Y/N decided it would be best to leave Ruby after the breakup she focused more on her studies and work. She ended up working at Dwayne’s alongside Jamal and Cesar although she spent most of her time with Jamal. She never noticed how funny and compassionate he was at first since Ruby was all she could ever think about. After their break up she distanced herself from his friends deciding to hang out with Jasmine and anyone else that was not them.

Yet she could not avoid Jamal he was just so persistent and she found that cute especially when he would text and call her in a nervous manner. They never talked about Ruby and he never forced the topic of her joining the friend group. She was grateful that he never pressured her and made it his job to entertain her at work.

“You did not!”

“Girl, I’m telling you I did.”

“I don’t know Jamal it doesn’t seem like you would do something like that,” Y/n found herself giggling at the boy as they sat in her room. Jamal surprised her with an unexpected visit and food which she couldn’t turn down. Her parents had gotten used to the male’s random visits and didn’t mind his presence.

“Ask anybody and they will tell you that I did.”

Glancing up at her close friend she lets out another giggle knowing full well that no one would agree with his story. Laying down on her bed she lets out a sigh, “Thank you for you know always being here for me.”

Jamal rolls his eyes smacking the girl with a pillow at her sappy and random remark, “don’t go all hallmark Christmas special on me. You’re my best friend it’s my job to check up on you while you’re in a Ruben funk.”

“Ughhhh, don’t say that name here!”

Placing a hand on his chest in mock offense he gasps, “Don’t ugh me wrong both know that I’m right and that you need to get over Ruby. If he didn’t notice your worth right away why should you spend your time waiting for him to?”

Looking over at Jamal she considers his words for the amount of crap Jamal talks he did hold truth behind them. “Maybe you’re right…”

“Of course I am.”

“Oh shut up!”

It had been almost a full year since that talk Y/N had with Jamal. In that span of time she learned to put herself first and not think much of Ruby. A lot happened between The core four splitting for good, she hadn’t heard from Cesar other than seeing him at school sometimes. Once Monse moved away Jamal was over more than often complaining about everything. But soon enough he forgot about them and focused on football.

Y/N found herself thinking of Jamal more and more as he grew to be a more independent person. He was a lot different especially when it came down to his personality. Although he was a douche in public he still remained the lovable dork she loved when they where alone in her room. Love, she had realized that she loved Jamal a month after their talk last year. She couldn’t shake how she felt away, it was incomparable to how she was with Ruby. Jamal just knew how to reassure and ease her mind better than anyone else ever had.

When she was going about telling him how she felt she was surprised when Jamal had rushed to her house. He wore his dirty football uniform and a desperate look on his face. She didn’t expect him to confess how he felt first or at all really. From that day on they became a pair, dating your best friend is otherworldly. They still acted the same around each other they were just more touchy than before.

Smiling at the memory of Jamal’s confession Y/N heads towards Jamal would was staring ahead. Placing a hand on his arm he jumps before noticing her beside him. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder he glanced back ahead, confused by his actions Y/N looks in that direction. There stood Ruby and Jasmine she knew of them dating but the reality of seeing them together was something else. She wasn’t jealous of worried it just made a lot of sense as to why Jasmine would always defend Ruby when she would talk about their relationship.

Tugging Jamal’s arm Y/N kisses his cheek, “let’s go we still have flyers to hand out, remember?”

Allowing you to tug him in the opposite direction he smiles yet that smile left a bad taste in the mouth of a certain someone. Ruby stood with his mouth agape as he watched the two of you bump shoulders as you left. An unfamiliar feeling rushed through him, jealously a feeling that verified that he still had feelings for you. After you left that day he didn’t think to call or follow after you. He regretted it but was a little to prideful to chase after you. All he could think is what if?

A little rushed and all because I didn’t know what to write for a second part but I’ve had this in my drafts for a long time and needed to finish it. I may not do a part three because I don’t have much of an interest in on my block like I used to

#ruby martinez x reader #ruby martinez #on my block #omb #angst #requests #Jamal x reader

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journalforamerica · 5 months

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On My Block

On My Block is a coming-of-age story that works through the battles that come from living in the hood. Jamal, Monse, Reuben, and Cesar are a crew, best friends from before the show began. They’re each from different backgrounds, Monse having grown up without a mom, Jamal who has been living a lie to make his parents proud, Reuben (Ruby) who is too smart for his own good, and Cesar whose family is part of the local gang and in turn, force him into that lifestyle. This story relates to the screenings and readings by establishing a unique perspective with diversity at its core.

From top to bottom: Ruby Martinez, Cesar Diaz, Jamal Turner, and Monse Finnie.

The characters throughout the show focus on their ability to be friends against hardships. The first season focuses on Cesar and his life inside the gang. The crew knows that this life isn't for Cesar and they do everything to help him. This type of life they live all relates to a cultural identity: a shared home, language, and even cultural barriers. Cesar, Jamal, Ruby, and Monse would do everything to protect one another, even if it meant danger for themselves. I think that speaks to their ability to adapt to their rough environment which can be attributed to the stereotypes that come with being Hispanic and Black.

Although this show focuses on four main characters, one character, Monse stands out among the rest. Monse identifies as multiracial: she’s Black, Latinx, and White. This weekly reading is about multiracial and mixed-persons. Being mixed in this country has many connotations and the article addresses how many students struggle with their cultural identity because they are multiracial. For example, in the NYTimes article written by Susan Saulny she writes, “..But, he continued, “I don’t even like to identify myself as a race anymore. My family has been pulling me in two directions about what I am. I just want to be a person.”.” (Saulny, 2011) It can be hard not knowing as well, Monse didn’t grow up knowing her mom or her heritage, but learning about that side also gave her a new perspective. She got to appreciate both sides, which is very similar to the reactions the students got when they realized they could celebrate themselves, not based on what they identify as, but just because they are there. UWM’s own Professor Gregory Jay once stated, ““Race,” then, can be socially constructed by marginalized groups as a vehicle for self-understanding, political resistance, and cultural affirmation.” (Jay, NA) Professor Jay means that groups like Monse’s can view race as a common ground rather than a diverging point.

GIF: Cesar (the one with the gun) was threatened (by the guy in the jacket) in a drive-by. The one in the jacket pulled a gun on him. Cesar's brother determined Cesar's best bet at living would be killing the other guy first. This isn't what Cesar wants. This scene depicts what I think can be seen in real life. I've never experienced it, but drive-bys and gang violence are real. They happen, and this scene shows what can occur if someone doesn't really want to participate but is at risk if they don't.

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This next scene (shortened on YouTube), is an honorable mention for me. When it comes to racial identity or ethnic identity, this show doesn't explicitly touch on those topics. It's a given when the show features an entirely diverse main cast. However, this scene specifically plays into the intersectionality that was explored in this course. Socioeconomic status is always a topic that arises when dealing with racial disparity and identity. The Halloween scene is the first time the audience sees the characters outside the hood. They go to Brentwood, the preppy, rich neighborhood. The people in this neighborhood are almost entirely white and of a higher socioeconomic status than the main characters. As the scene will show, there's hostility between the poor and the rich kids based mainly on where they grew up and how they lived. I mentally noted this scene specifically as being one that screams importance regarding racial identity and status.

Citations:

Saulny, S. (2013, February 5). More young Americans identify as mixed race. The New York Times. https://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/30/us/30mixed.html

"Terms for Multicultural Studies: Defining "Race", "Ethnicity", and "Nationality" - Prof. Gregory Jay

#Youtube #OnMyBlock #on my block #Cesar Diaz #Monse Finnie #Ruby Martinez #Jamal Turner

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thrumples · 8 months

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found out by accident via the tags on my prev reblog that there is a character named ruby martinez from some show i’ve never heard of and lemme say that i did Not know she existed until today. if you see me posting about a ruby martinez it’s my OC. that being said when the tags auto filled to “ruby martinez x reader” it gave me the fright of my life

#i was like ‘she’s been on screen for all of 3 panels and had zero dialogue and you guys are already writing X reader fics???’#i know she’s an interesting character but i have NOT even gotten CLOSE to explaining any of the shit she’s got going on #ruby martinez #dark carnival

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samsdei · 1 year

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Jason Genao

#jason genao #on my block #ruby martinez #ambush #virtual games

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page150 · 2 years

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When you're sick 💊- César Díaz x Reader (Headcanon)

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 866

Warnings: None

Summary: How I think César would act if you got sick, enjoy!

César hates being sick

Like really hates being sick

Like goes to school with a fever and pretends he isn’t sick, hates being sick

Because then he has to rely on people and there’s issues that come with that

But, the only thing he hates more than being sick is you being sick

Because that means you’re not your energetic, happy self

That jumps on him randomly and dances with him

You’re not eager to study with him (or tutor him, because that’s usually what ends up happening)

You’re still, and tired, and in pain

And even though he really enjoys taking care of you, it worries him

So, to keep himself from freaking out too much he’ll put you on bed rest

“Shut up and lay down.” César gently pushes you back down on your bed.

“But, I have to study!” You argue, trying to sit back up.

“Study? You’re so pale you look like a ghost, you can’t study! I’ll take care of it. Just rest, babe.”

He’ll stay home from school just to take care of you. Even if it’s just to watch you sleep he feels better being near you. Knowing that you’re safe and not on the ground somewhere because you fainted.

You stir from your sleep feeling a warm hand on top of yours. Opening your eyes you see César sitting on the chair next to your bed, rubbing your hand.

“Baby go to school, I’ll be okay” You whisper.

“I can’t focus if you’re not there with me.” He replies, kissing your sweaty forehead. “I rather be here with you. Do you need anything?”

When you get hungry he’ll run around looking for food. Cursing at himself for being unprepared.

You peek through the crack of your bedroom door at your boyfriend pacing through your hallway, waiting for someone to pick up the phone. Then you hear pieces of his conversation.

“Ruby, hey, what do you eat when you’re sick? No, I’m not sick. Y/N is. I don’t know, like 3 days. They have a fever, sore throat, runny nose, that kind of stuff. I don’t know what to do! No, I’m not freaking out, just answer the question. What do they need to eat? Soup and popsicles? Yeah, I can get that. Okay, thank you. I’ll tell them.”

Coming back into your room to kiss you on the cheek he says, "I'm going to get you some food and Ruby says to get well soon. He needs you to babysit the twins.”

Usually you’ll only have a small cold, so you’ll get better quickly, but sometimes it’s worse

He’ll clean and disinfect everything when you throw up. He'll also keep reassuring that he loves you and you'll be okay you no matter how messy you get.

When you cry because of the pain, he’ll hold you and try to keep you as comfortable as possible

You sniffle and turn away from César in the bed, “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I don’t care, how many times do I have to say that. I hate when you cry.” He turns you so you face him and kisses you, while wiping away your tears.

“Sorry, my throat hurts so much.” You say softly.

“I know, in awhile we can try eating another popsicle. I’ll stay here until you’re not in pain. Just keep hugging me.”

He’ll make sure you take your medicine when you’re supposed to. Even if he has to threaten you.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” César whispers, slowly rubbing your back.

“Go away,” You yawn, snuggling into the teddy bear César bought you.

“Nope,” He pulls away the sheets, revealing you in heart pajamas, clutching the brown teddy bear. “It’s time for medicine.”

You groan, “It’s gross, I’ll take it later, I’m feeling better.”

“No, you have to take it down. Your fever is going down, but it hasn’t broken. Take the medicine.”

“Babe, it’s so gross. Don’t make me take it.”

“Take it or…” He pauses. “I’ll call Oscar.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth so César could pour the green syrup into your mouth. You put your hand over your mouth so you don’t spit it out as you swallow it.

Putting the sheets back onto you he whispers, “I know it sucks, but it will make you feel better.”

“I know, just get in bed with me, I’m cold.”

Once you feel better, he’ll pride himself in his caring boyfriend abilities.

You sit hand in hand with César at the lunch table, listening to him ramble on how he took care of you.

“I almost called Oscar, I really didn’t know what to do, but I figured it out. A man has to take care of his partner.”

“I think we all know who’s the man in the relationship, but we’re glad you’re feeling better Y/N” Monse adds.

You laugh, “Thanks Monse, but César did great.”

He kisses you and pulls you closer, “Anything for you, being without you makes me sick.”

You hug him, then get up to get something to drink.

At the table César watches you walk away with a smile, before sneezing.

Monse, Ruby, Jamal, and Jasmine look surprised at him shrug, before saying, “Definitely worth it.

When you say you’ll take a break, but leave for almost a whole year.🥲So much has happened that I can’t really explain, but I hope you all enjoyed this post. I’m still trying to get back into the swing of writing so I hope this is okay. Just know a lot more is coming! Please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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leftistteendrama · 2 years

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The scene in which Ruby goes to visit Latrelle in juvie is one of Maria and Xiomara’s favorites, as it gives off “restorative justice vibes.” Listen to Leftist Teen Drama ep 16, all about On My Block, everywhere you get your podcasts.

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soul-music-is-life · 5 months

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Watching your shit show and waiting for the next plot twist

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