#school teacher jobs in india | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

jake-g-lockley · 2 years

Text

Getting Lost in Translation (Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x desi!reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

Warnings: Violence, mentions of torture, mentions of PTSD, mentions of trafficking (drug and human), non-sexual nudity, swearing

Word Count: 5.4 k

Summary: You go undercover with Santiago Garcia to get information about a drug/human trafficking cartel.

A/N: Take a shot every time I say “dupatta” and you’ll end up in the hospital (sorry). Also is it really a Santiago fan fic if you don't mention his gammy knees AHAHAHA <333

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your POV

You’ve always enjoyed the quiet village life, with people who lived real lives, rather than the calculated and time managed life that you had to endure when growing up. You were grateful for your upbringing in a well-to-do household which allowed you to study and grow up in comfort.

After five years of medical school and two years working as a doctor in a city hospital, you decided that it was time to give back to the community that needed help the most. One day, you quit your job and never turned back, cutting off all contact with your family, working as an English and Science teacher at a small village in Tamil Nadu, India. You used your knowledge of languages to help the folks of the village by acting as a translator with those who offer foreign aid.

You woke up at the crack of dawn and went to bed when the moon was up high in the sky. It was tough but you loved every second of it. You were finally happy.

That was until something horrible started happening in your village. Children were going missing and you started spending your time comforting distraught parents. These were children that you taught in the small school and your heart ached with every second that they were gone.

The police had done some investigation of their own and found out that the kids’ disappearance was linked to a trafficking ring, which made you feel helpless and you almost lost yourself with the worry that you were experiencing.

Nevertheless, you had to get it together and find some type of solution to help these families, and after weeks of requesting for aid, you were finally due to meet the group of individuals who would help find these kids.

So here you were standing with the police at the airport, waiting. They had told you that they would be there at 1 pm but apparently their flight from Miami had been delayed. You nervously fiddle with your big jimmikis as your eyes scan the people coming out of arrivals. Suddenly, you spot a team of big burly western men walking towards you and the officers.

“That’s them, isn’t it, officer.” You say in Tamil to the police officer beside you.

“Yes, ma.” he replies, waving them towards where they were standing.

“Hi! I’m Y/N and I’ll be your translator while you are here.” you say, stepping up, offering your hand to the nearest of the men.

A tall man with a baseball cap that said ‘Standard Heating Oil’ took your hand and shook it, quickly introducing his team as they loaded their luggage into the trucks. “I’m Frankie, this is my team. The brothers, Benny and Will on the far left, Tom in the middle and Santiago on my right.”

“Nice to meet all of you.” you say, giving them a toothy grin, which they all returned except for the man with salt and pepper curls, Santiago. His face was arranged into a calculated and poised manner that showed little to no emotion.

You quickly translated a few conversations between the group of men and the police before getting into the van and a few minutes later, the van was speeding towards the outskirts of the city towards the village that was about two hours away. You stayed silent throughout the ride, choosing to admire the scenery outside, occasionally eavesdropping on the conversations that the men were having behind you.

They seemed like a chummy bunch and you were briefed about the field experience that they had, which made you feel slightly better about letting them take hold of the ropes and find these children. The van abruptly stops and you peak to the front to see what was going on. A cow was crossing the road, a regular occurrence here in India.

“I heard people here worship cows, Will.” one of the men says, making you turn to look at them with a disdainful look on your face.

“We do not worship cows, we respect them. Many people here consider the cow to be a sacred symbol of life that should be protected and revered.” You say, pointedly, trying not to roll your eyes at the men.

Santiago and Frankie chuckled.

“Oopsie, sorry, missy.” said Benny with a smile, leaning his weight forward onto the seat in front of him.

“See Benny, they don’t worship your girlfriend.” Will says, earning a punch from Benny.

“She said, respect boys.” Frankie said, sending an unyielding glare at the both of them. He was clearly the mother goose of the team and the other two men actually listened to him.

“You sound incredibly eloquent for someone who is living in a small rural village. What’s your story?” Tom asked.

“Studied in the UK and worked as a doctor for a few years and decided that there are a lot of people who need help in outskirt villages.” you shrug. “I also speak multiple languages to help with foreign aid.”

“Impressive.” Tom nods, approvingly.

“So you guys are used to working together?” you asked, awkwardly trying to keep the conversation a float, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Oh yea,” Frankie says “We’ve always been a team and we were tracking the same cartel that we think is operating throughout South India and other parts of the world for quite a while now, that's why we answered to your distress signal. We believe that it is a human trafficking organization as well as a drug trafficking organization.”

“Those poor children, I know them personally. I can’t imagine what they are going through right now.” you say biting your bottom lip, swallowing the tears that are threatening to bubble out of your eyes.

“You personally know them?” Will asks.

“Yea, they are my students,” you say. “Very bright kids, quick learners.”

Just as Frankie opened his mouth to ask another question, the van stopped again, signifying that you had arrived at your destination. You adjusted your dupatta, draping it ever so lightly over your hair, smoothed your kurta top and stepped out of the van, waiting for the men to follow you out.

You led them to the house of the village head and instructed them to remove their boots and socks before entering. Santiago groaned as he bent down to pull his socks off and you heard a light fluster of pain. You waited for him to finish and you followed him into the house.

Tom started to explain their plan, and where they are planning to infiltrate this group. You rapidly translate the information to the village head, taking down some notes yourself. You were impressed by the amount of detail put together in this plan. The intel that they had already collected showed that the children are being kept alive in a village not far from here. If everything went smoothly, the kids would be back with them. But then came the tricky situation.

“We will need someone to come with one of us to stay in the opposite village so that we can make sure that the information we got isn’t bogus without drawing attention to ourselves.” Santiago finally spoke.

You were slightly taken aback by his voice. It was soft but had an edge to it that tickled you. His slight accent sounded pleasantly melodious to your ears but still maintained an air of authority that could quiet a room in an instant. You blinked, focusing on the information that he had just said, translating it to the village head.

You wait for him to respond and you sigh when he does.

“He wants me to go.” you say to Santiago, looking him in his eyes for the first time, holding his gaze. Santiago stares back, his eyes unwavering.

“And rightfully so, you have medical skills and can pass off as a villager.” Tom says, nodding.

“Then I’ll go with you.” Santiago says.

“Do you have a plan on how you are going to disguise yourself?” you ask.

“Yea, I was thinking of going in as a deaf and mute man,” he says.

“Great, I can sign, this will go perfectly.” you say finalizing it.

“Good job, team, now we can start the preparation.” Tom said, finalizing the meeting.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The police had gotten you and Santiago a small hut to live in at the outskirts of the opposite village for him to do his reconnaissance. You both were to pose as husband and wife and they had given you a fake thaali to be worn on a yellow string around your neck to signify your marriage. You slyly noticed that Santiago didn’t wear a ring, unlike Frankie and Tom but you assumed that he had a girlfriend somewhere in America.

“Hold still,” you tell him, wrapping your old dupatta around his face to conceal his identity. He wanted to go into the markets where most of the town gossip would buzz about. He was dressed in some clothes that were given to him by the village head and had his bulletproof vest under it.

“I am holding still, your hands are shaking.” he said, smugly.

Your hands were shaking. You were a trained medical professional and your hands were shaking. Santiago made you feel nervous. He is a very intimidating man. This whole operation made you feel nervous. You just wanted it to be over as soon as it started.

“Pin,” you held out your hand and Santiago dropped the pin into it.

You quickly pin the edge and step back to admire your handy work, and catch his eyes. He had the most beautiful baby doe eyes, framed with long eyelashes that could make any girl jealous. You stared a little too long until Santiago clears his throat.

“Done staring, chica?” He says, amusement lacing his voice.

“Wasn’t staring.” You mumbled, grabbing your saree’s pallu and draping it over your head, tucking the ends into your blouse. Turning you look at the mirror behind you and mark the parting of your hair with a little bit of red kumkum, adjusting your pottu.

“Do I look like I can pass as someone’s wife?” You say, turning back to Santiago.

“Yea, you look great.” He answered.

“That's not what I asked, but thanks.” You both walk to the market center, you gripping Santiago’s firm bicep and stirring him around. You strike up a conversation with one of the vegetable sellers.

“I’ve never seen you here before, ma.” The man says in Tamil.

“Yea, uncle, my husband and I moved here a few weeks ago, didn’t have the energy to come out. He’s deaf and mute and our child went missing a few months ago.” you answer, staring into space as your eyes teared up.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, ma. Things like that have been happening here too, you know?” He says as you pick a few vegetables.

“What do you mean?” You sniff.

“We think it's the gang of people at the south end of the village,” he leans closer and whispers. “Children have been going missing and no one is here to defend them.”

You allowed a tear to drip down your face and you turned to Santiago and signed to him, that you have information. Paying for your vegetables, you thanked the old man and walked along the path.

“Vegetable soup again?” Santiago whispered.

“Seriously, we are undercover and that's what you’re worried about?” You hiss back.

“I’m a hungry man, chica.” he whispers back after a while. You could hear an exaggerated pout in his voice.

“Make do with what you have,” you say, as you stir him to the meat store.

“See, I knew you were nice.” He whispered, his eyes sparkling.

You rolled your eyes and bought some mutton to cook something for the man. After all, he was the one helping you and so far, everything has been going pretty good.

“Do you find me intimidating, cariño?” Santiago suddenly asks as he chopped the vegetables using his knife while you cooked the rice and mutton into something edible. You look up, not expecting his question, the both of you usually cook and eat silently. He had an eyebrow cocked up and a ghost of a smirk on his face.

“Obviously.” You say, looking back at the mutton dish.

“How so?” he persisted.

“Because you’re so, well, you? You just have that infuriatingly calm look etched on your face that doesn’t give me any information to work with. You’re obviously a military man who’s very particular about following the rules and I’ve been known to bend the rules sometimes and I’m scared that I would slip up and upset you.” You blurt out.

Silence.

“I’ll try to be less intimidating. You’re right, I am very particular about protocol but you’ve followed everything down to a T so far and all the information that you have gotten has been matching perfectly with the intel that we already have.” He says, smiling.

You smile back, absorbing Santiago’s smile. It was genuine and it was a beautiful smile. It contorted his face in a different, more healing way and it was making him seem younger than he is.

Over dinner, he told you about his boys and how they served together. He also told you all the weird things they would do, which elicited a laugh from you that echoed around the small hut.

You tell him about your life before this and how different everything was, until the both of you had sleep lulling in your eyes. You don’t remember the last thing you said before closing your eyes, but you did know that you felt significantly more comfortable with Santiago around.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up abruptly to Santiago thrashing violently in his sleep. You’re familiar with the effects of PTSD on a person, you’ve seen it many times before, but this just hurts to watch.

You grabbed his shoulders and lightly held him until he stopped shaking. His breathing softens and he opens his eyes, looking up at you and then jumping away from your grasp.

“It's ok, it was just a dream. You’re here.” you say, grabbing a hold of his hand. He reciprocated the touch by squeezing your hand.

“Sorry I woke you, cariño.” He says softly.

“It's alright, you wanna talk about it?” you say, just out of courtesy, not really expecting him to say much about it.

“My team and I came out of a very tough mission recently and I feel like I am the one to be blamed for all the mistakes that we made.” he whispers. “There were a lot of people’s lives on the line and we lost all of them because of one small error.”

You look up, shocked, not expecting a full revelation from Santiago. You mask your shock and scooch closer to him and put a hand on his back, rubbing circles.

“Hey, what happened, happened, alright? Past tense. Stay here, with me in the present.” you say soothingly. You knew nothing could change what had happened and Santiago would always have to carry that pain with him, but you tried anyway.

He nodded without a word and you both just sat in the dark for a while just listening to each other's breathing and the crickets outside.

“Go back to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.” You whisper into Santiago’s ear.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You let the cool water of the river envelope you with its freshness. You were used to bathing in cold water so early in the morning after living a year in the village. It helps with waking you up and you feel refreshed throughout the day.

Despite telling Santiago to sleep, you stayed awake all night staring at his sleeping face. Even though you find it hard to admit it, you were definitely harboring a small crush on Santiago Garcia. A part of you wanted to wake up every morning with him by your side. He is a very handsome man and has pretty good intentions as far as you could tell. You spent all night memorizing every single detail that was etched into his face, wondering whether each one of those lines has its own story.

Your thoughts were cut off by a sound close to your right and you grabbed the knife that you had strapped to your thigh and held it in front of you.

“Who’s there?” You say in Tamil and then repeating the line again in English while cautiously step forward from the river.

“Yo, it's just me- HOLY FUCK!!!” Santiago screamed, eyes wide, frozen to the spot.

“DUDE WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING AT??!” You yell back at him.

Then you look down and realize that Santiago caught a full view of your very topless body. You facepalm, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around you.

“Sorry, sorry, gods Santiago, you of all people should know not to sneak up on me.” You chastise him, folding your arms across your chest.

“Pretty amazing way to start my morning though.” He says, after regaining what's left of his brain cells.

Your mouth twisted into a scowl.

“I guess we have to get even now.” You say, smugly, trying to hide your ulterior motive of wanting to see Santiago Garcia shirtless.

“Easy, your wish is my command, princesa.” He says, whipping his shirt off with one swift motion.

God damn.

Yep, exactly what you expected, sculpted by Michelangelo for the gods, even by the gods or greater than the gods. You've had your fair share of men in medical school, but nothing comes close to this archangel.

“Like what you see?” He tilts his head to catch your expression but you keep your emotions steady, not allowing them to leak onto your face.

You shrug and avoid his eyes, swooping down to grab your clothes that you wanted to wash. He pulls off his trousers and walks into the lake.

Tightening the hold of your towel, you begin to wash your saree and underclothes, hanging them to dry on a rock nearby as you watch Santiago do laps around the river, his muscles flexing. You snap yourself out of it and walk back to the small hut to change.

When you got out, Santiago had a towel wrapped around his waist, a little too low slung for your sanity. He was adjusting a mirror on the tree to shave his face.

Suddenly, you hear something to your far left and you feel like you were being watched. Your peripheral vision caught sight of the trees moving and you moved closer to Santiago.

“Santi, give me the razor, and don’t talk.” you whisper. You give him a smile and sign that there are people watching. He nodded, handing you the razor as you closed the gap.

“There is someone in the trees to our left.” You whisper as you lather the soap onto his face, caressing his jaw. He places a hand on your exposed midriff and turns the both of you around so that he is facing the trees while you start calmly shaving his face, fingers moving to taut the skin, cleaning the razor every so often trying hard not to focus on Santiago’s fingers on your skin.

You start to sing softly in Tamil, to act nonchalant, and watch as Santiago’s eyes scan the trees rapidly over your head.

“I count two to the right.” He whispers back, tilting his head up to allow you better access. You place a finger to his lips to shush him and after a while you turn his head, starting on the other side.

Are they still watching? You sign.

Santiago nods, barely.

You finish shaving his face and wipe the access soap off with your fingers, leaving a small kiss on his nose which took him by surprise but he didn’t react, knowing that they were undercover. He pulled you in for a hug and murmured in your hair “Whatever happens, just trust me”. He kisses your forehead and pulls away, giving you a small smile, grabbing onto your hand, leading you into the hut.

Once inside, Santiago rushed around to get dressed and you frantically packed all the stuff you had into the one bag that you brought, along with Santiago’s stuff and stuffed it under a pile of hay. Santiago grabbed the satellite phone and called Frankie. You watch as he paces around speaking in frantic Spanish giving orders to his team mate.

For days now he’s been in contact with Frankie, giving him the information that they have been collecting. Just before he could put the phone down, a knock sounded at the door. You tossed Santiago a dupatta and he quickly covered his face as you crossed the floor towards the door.

“Who’s there?” You say in Tamil as you open the door, revealing three men.

“Hello, kanna, we would like to ask you and your husband a few questions.” One of the men answered, smiling.

They all looked like village folk but you’ve never seen their faces before. You turned and signed to Santiago and he nodded his head. Stepping back, you grab onto Santiago’s arm and the both of you sit cross legged in front of the men.

You answered their questions with an unwavering face after telling them that your husband was deaf and dumb. You also tell them the same sob story that you had been telling the village people.

One of the men leaned forward and grabbed your thali, harshly pulling you with it as they observed it. You feel Santiago flinch beside you as you beg them to not hurt you. They push you down by your shoulders making you gasp.

“We’re going to ask you again. Who are you and who is he?” One of the men snarled into your face as you tried to recoil away.

“Please, please don’t hurt me and my husband. Don’t hurt him, he doesn’t know what's going on.” You pleaded and wailed, trying to get away from the question.

“Hey guys, look here, he's not Indian, is he?”At the corner of your eye, another one of the men had ripped your dupatta off Santiago’s face and your heart stops.

“I think we need to take these two to our boss.” You noticed that Santiago wasn’t doing anything to defend himself as they pushed him towards you.

“Don’t say anything, let them capture us.” Santiago whispers into your ear.

He was offering you and him up as bait. You looked into his eyes and went with it. Went with the trust that you had built up with him over the two and a half weeks.

You nod as the men bound your hands and blindfold you. You let yourself be dragged up by them and then they lead you out of the hut into the forest. Your bare feet hurt against the harsh forest floor but you didn’t say a single word.

After what felt like hours you hear yourself approaching different voices, not of the men who kidnapped you and Santiago. You were pushed into your knees and you heard Santiago groan beside you, slight relief spreading through you when you heard his voice.

Your blindfold was ripped off and you blinked, adjusting to the light. You first turned to Santiago who was kneeling uncomfortably beside you, his beautiful face caked with sweat, curls scruffy. Then you turned to the person who was standing in front of you, trying to decipher his features.

“What do we have here? An American and a village woman. What an unlikely pairing.” He says in English. “Let me get straight to the point. Tell us who you are and we will decide our next course of action.”

Santiago stayed silent, staring up at the man, gaze unflattering.

“Military? CIA? Police? RAW?” The man stepped closer to you, lifting your chin up to face him. He was a big bald man with a giant mustache.

You and Santiago stay silent.

“Looks like we have to bring out the big guns.” The man says, gesturing to his henchmen.

“You don’t have to worry, chellam, I don’t hit women.” He says to you, squeezing your cheek, your eyes widening with fear.

Then the torture started. They started to hit Santiago with such brutality that you couldn’t help but scream. It went on for so long and you screamed at them to stop until your throat was sore.

Santiago was bloody and battered and yet, he still didn’t say a single word. After a while the henchmen gave up, throwing the both of you into a closed cell.

Santiago’s POV

The room around him spun uncontrollably and pain soared through him in horrible waves. He felt like he was reaching a light, trying to grasp it. No. It wasn’t a light, it was a sound. He tried grasping onto it, but it kept slipping away. Then he felt it, a soft nudge beside him and he grasped onto the sound, letting it envelop him.

It was her voice. She was pleading with him to stay with her, stay in the present, like she did yesterday when he awoke from the horrible nightmare. She was saying his name, and he clung onto that, the way it rolled off her tongue melodiously and reached his ears, canceling out all the ringing that he had been listening to for the past few minutes, or hours.

He slowly opened his eyes, and focused on her form. She looked relatively unhurt but he could vaguely see tears streaming down her beautiful face. He tried to tell her that he was ok, but all he could do was taste iron in his mouth. He spat out the blood and shook his head, breathing in and out to steady the spinning.

“Santiago, I need you to listen to me,” Y/N says, kicking her legs over his own outstretched ones. “I need you to pull my saree over my thigh and grab the knife that’s strapped to it.”

He nodded, still trying to process.

“Santi, come on, look at me, pull.” She whispers frantically, shaking her legs.

His head snapped up at her again and he fumbled with her saree, trying to pull it up to gain access to the knife. Finally after several tries, he pushed the fabric over where the knife was and pulled it, holding it in front of him, unsure of what to do next.

“Come on, free yourself.” She instructed and he turned the knife towards his bounded hands, autopilot taking over as he sawed himself loose.

He leaned back, trying to blink away the pain as he focused on freeing her, so as to not cut her.

The second he frees her, he hears gunshots and yelling. He laughs, completely delirious to the pain.

“My boys are here.” He says as he slips into unconsciousness.

Your POV

Santiago falls back as you feel your hands slip out of the restraints. You hear him mumble something incoherent as you swung our legs off his own and start slapping him to keep him awake.

“No, no, no, stay with me, you idiot.” You hiss, feeling his pulse. It was there, but faint.

You pull his shirt up and run your fingers over his body in the dark, checking for any cuts. You feel something warm and wet, pulling back to smell the familiar twang of iron. You pull the pallu of your saree off your shoulder and use it to stem the bleeding, pressing hard with one hand, the other still slapping Santiago’s face.

“Pope! Y/N! Where are you guys?” A familiar voice called out.

“Frankie! Frankie, in here, in the cells, Santi’s bleeding out, please, I need a med pack, stat!” You yell as loud as your sore throat could handle.

Frankie appears in front of you with full tactical gear and shoots the lock of the cell. In seconds, he got a flashlight and the med pack out. You examined the wound under the dim stream of light and it was still beading with blood.

You instruct Frankie to douse the wound with disinfectant and your hands as you thread a needle. As fast as you possibly could, you sewed the wound shut.

You sigh and turn to Frankie, shaking your head.

“I know, he’s a little stupid, but you’ll get use to it.” He smiles down at his unconscious friend. “We got the kids and the others are currently doing a headcount.”

“How did you guys find us?” You say, holding onto Santiago’s hand.

“He has a tracker on him and after that frantic phone call, we traced you guys here. Let me guess, he refused to speak?” He says, squinting at where your hand was.

“Yep, didn’t say a single word, the stubborn man. Your timing is impeccable. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if you didn’t turn up in time.” You say, your eyes welling up with fresh tears again.

“Hey, it's alright, let's get this man to the hospital, okay?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey.” You hear a voice and you sit up immediately, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Hey, yourself. Do you know how stupid that was?” You glare at the man on the bed in front of you.

“Mmm, kinda, but we’re alive right?” He says, giving you a smile.

You roll your eyes, biting your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling back at him. His eyes went slightly glassy as if he was thinking about something.

“What are you thinking about?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking him, snapping him out of his daze.

“Your tits.” He replied without hesitation.

“¿Qué? You know what, nevermind, I don’t even want to know.” Frankie says, making Santiago snap his head to his left where Frankie was lounging on a chair.

You massage your temples, embarrassment creeping up your face.

“Oh, hi Catfish, didn’t see you there.” Santi grins.

“Well, good morning to you too, cabrón.” he says getting up and giving Santiago a kiss on his forehead, making him cringe into the pillows and you giggle at the sight.

Frankie left the room, closing the door behind him, not before uttering “No monkey business, you two.”

“Asshole,” Santiago chuckles, before turning back to you.

“You’ve got a lot of admirers who visited you.” you say, scanning his face.

You were so glad to be present during the reunion of the children and their parents. All of the children were relatively unharmed but the bruises on their wrist signified the burden of the trauma that they had to carry for the rest of their lives.

Santiago shifts and pats the bed. You hesitate, but eventually climb in, snuggling lightly into his side.

“I have to admit, you are growing on me, Pope.” You mutter as his good arm pulls you closer.

“Mmm, I know.” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“If you pull a stunt like that again, I swear, I will kill you myself.” You say in Tamil.

“I think we’re getting lost in translation, cariño.” He mumbles into your hair, slipping back into sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translation:

Jimmikis: A style of earring worn by women of the Indian subcontinent.

Ma: Indians usually call all women “ma”, can be a term of endearment but also is used casually.

Thaali: A mangala sutra, or thaali, is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent. The necklace serves as a visual marker of status as a married Hindu woman. Mangala sutra's origin dates back to the 6th Century AD as a single yellow thread was tied around the bride for protection from other men and evil spirits. The term mangala sutra in Sanskrit means holy thread.

Dupatta: The dupattā is a shawl traditionally worn by women in Indian subcontinent to cover the head and shoulders

Chica: Girl

Saree: A sari or saree is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent,that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole, baring a part of the midriff.

Pallu: The loose end of a sari, worn over one shoulder or the head

Kumkum: AKA sindoor. Kumkum is a powder used for social and religious markings in India. It is either made from turmeric or saffron. The turmeric is dried and powdered with a bit of slaked lime, which turns the rich yellow powder into a red color. Kumkum is most often applied by Indians to the forehead

Pottu: A bindi or pottu is a coloured dot or, in modern times, a sticker worn on the center of the forehead, originally by Hindus, Sikhs, Buddhists and Jains from the Indian subcontinent.

Cariño: Sweetie

Princesa: Princess

Kanna: Sweetie

Chellam: Darling

¿Qué?: What?

Cabrón: Dumbass

217 notes · View notes

collapsedsquid · 5 months

Text

However, this theory cannot account for the reality of service-based capitalist accumulation today. First of all, the category “services” lumps together a widely divergent range of sectors such as retail, hospitality, and transport, not to mention professional and personal services from education and health care to finance and real estate. Many of these sectors are productive in the Marxist sense of the term, generating surplus value, and indeed are extremely profitable. Second, the assumption that manufacturing possesses unique growth-inducing properties and capacity to scale doesn’t really make sense in the face of services based on information and communication technology (ICT), digital automation, and platform scalability. Third, Baumol’s model is outdated. Service workers represent a far greater proportion of the labor force today than they did in the mid-twentieth century when he developed that model. Baumol also uses a narrow set of service occupations as the basis for his theory, like beauticians and elementary school teachers. Taking the United States as an example, from the 1990s to the 2000s, jobs and productivity growth was mostly driven by ICT, logistics and transport, the retail trade, insurance, finance, and other services. Labor productivity in services grew at a rate of 2.6 percent a year between 1995 and 2001 — the rate for manufacturing was 2.3 percent — accounting for 73 percent of US labor productivity growth. The share of services in US GDP as a whole rose to 80 percent in 2007 from 60 percent in 1947. Service sector employment accounted for more than 83 percent of total employment in 2013, compared to 60 percent in 1947. Looking beyond rich countries, we can also see shifts to ICT-intensive service exports. In 2014, India was the largest global exporter of ICT services with a value of $74 billion due to both scale and productivity. Total factor productivity in the Indian service sector grew by 2.4 percent from 1980 to 2006 — twice the rate of industry and agriculture. We should not dismiss service industries as “stagnant sectors” of low-skill, low-wage jobs that are a drag on growth. Many countries around the world are seeing services contribute an increasing share of growth over time. Services may have historically played a small part in capitalist growth, often resisting mechanization as they remained outside the circuit of capital in domestic reproduction. But this is no longer the case today.

Going to have a rich highly-productive economy by having everyone be a Real Estate Broker or personal injury lawyer

13 notes · View notes

arakawa-division · 5 months

Text

"To never have suffered would mean to never have been blessed."

Timeline

Age 0:

She is born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to her mother and father.

Age 2:

She is made an older sibling after her younger brother is born.

Age 7:

She has trouble focusing at school in class.

She is diagnosed with ADHD.

She is prescribed medication, which helps, though her mother doesn't like resorting to medicine.

Age 12:

Her father manages to get her a job as a delivery person.

She becomes well-known due to her swift speed and agility.

Age 14:

She starts high school.

Age 16:

Due to the debt crisis plaguing Puerto Rico, her father makes the decision to move him and his entire family to America.

They settle in an apartment in Spanish Harlem, New York.

She is initially upset because she had to leave behind all of her friends.

She has trouble befriending anyone due to her ethnicity.

Her father recommends she join the track team, which she does.

She becomes a breakout star, due to her speed.

She is nicknamed, "The Gazelle".

Her reputation increases, making her popular.

Age 17:

She graduates high school, and receives a scholarship to attend college for track and field.

Age 19:

While at college, she receives word that her brother has been shot and is in a coma.

She returns home and visits him everyday in the hospital.

Due to worrying for her brother, she starts having trouble with school and her emotions.

She is eventually diagnosed with depression, causing her to drop out of school.

Her parents try to prescribe help, but she denies she needs it.

Age 20:

After half a year in a coma, her brother awakens, much to her and her parents' relief.

However, he is changed from the ordeal and joins a street gang.

She and her parents try to help him get his life back on track, but he refuses.

Age 22:

Her brother disappears from home, leaving only a note behind, apologizing for his actions.

Because of this, her depression gets worse, and she begins contemplating suicide.

She slits her left arm, leaving a large gash and a scar.

Her parents find her before she bleeds out.

She is admitted to psychiatric care and medication.

Age 24:

After almost two years of talks and medication, she begins to fill better about herself and her life.

She apologizes to her parents for everything they had to go through because of her.

She foregoes college, instead getting a job in security detail.

She finds she is quite good at fighting and discipline.

Age 25:

After a year of this, she decides to become something akin to a mercenary, which allows her to see new sights and search for her brother, whom she believes is still alive somewhere.

She arrives in India, taking in the sights and culture.

She begins to become interested in yoga, and strives to learn it.

Age 28:

She spends up to three years, learning all she can about yoga and the different ways to administer it.

She then takes a 200-hour yoga training course. She finishes within four months.

Age 29:

She becomes a certified teacher, and begins teaching yoga classes around the world, in between her jobs.

She feels more at ease with herself than she has in a very long time.

She now tries to solve her problems with diplomacy and words, rather than relying on her fists.

Age 31:

She returns to her native country of Puerto Rico, after being hired by the government.

She is hired to go to Japan, join the Division Rap Battle, and infiltrate Chuohku to find out what they are up to.

At first, she refuses, having no interest in it. However, the government states that the man they believe to be her brother is involved in the tournament.

She receives a picture on him, and though he has changed a lot, she knows it is him; she takes the job.

She is informed she will be partnering up with two other agents in this mission.

She arrives in Arakawa in Tokyo, Japan and makes contact with the two other agents: Alexis Ward and Hoàng Diệu.

Age 32:

Present.

She becomes the third member of the Arakawa Division rap battle team, Sounds of Silence, alongside Alexis Ward and Hoàng Diệu.

Schedule

12 a.m. - 5 a.m.: Asleep

5 a.m. - 6 a.m.: Meditation

6 a.m. - 8 a.m.: Freshens up and eats breakfast

8 a.m. - 8:30 a.m.: Heads to a local community center for yoga class

8:30 a.m. - 9 a.m.: Sets up equipment

9 a.m. - 12 p.m.: Teaches yoga

12 p.m. - 1 p.m.: Lunch

1 p.m. - 3 p.m.: Resumes yoga class

3 p.m. - 4 p.m.: Meditation

4 p.m. - 4:30 p.m.: Cleans up room after class

4:30 p.m. - 5 p.m.: Returns to apartment

5 p.m. - 6 p.m.: Takes walk around park

6 p.m. - 8 p.m.: Freshens up and eats dinner

8 p.m. - 10 p.m.: Free time (Calls home to parents or meditates)

10 p.m. - 12 a.m.: Asleep

Character Hashtags

Regular Hashtags

#Keep calm and focused

#Nonviolence over violence

#I will find you

Trauma Hashtags

#I failed to keep you safe

#Musn't lose my focus

#Scars are a sign of weakness

Other Info

Hobby: Meditation

Weakness: Suffers from Depression

Trauma: "I almost killed myself because I was too weak to face reality."

Twitter: @CaimanofPuertoRico

Drinks: No

Smokes: No

Special Skill: "Since I was young, I've always had a talent for being swift."

Intro Quote: "Steady your mind and spirit, and nothing will overtake you."

Trauma Quote: "I hate this city... I hate this life... why was I born? Why am I like this? I hate it... I hate it! I want to die! I WANT TO DIE!"

Ending Quote: "Always remember: your focus determines your reality."

#hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #ivelisse martinez #trauma #get more info #paradox live #sounds of silence #arakawa division #tw: mentions of suicide

7 notes · View notes

transboysokka · 7 months

Text

not to discourse on main (when have I ever apologized for that actually lol) but the next time another white person here tries to talk to me about how they experience racism im gonna hurl myself into the sun

blablabla theory blabla but racism IS systemic. There is NO way this place is set up to disadvantage white people

ARE there things that are hard to do irt bureaucracy as a non-citizen??? YEAH but that shit happens anywhere I’d hardly call that racism

like not to get into politics and history but there’s still a LOT of white privilege in East Asia and you can see that p much anywhere here by going into ANY cram school and finding some dumb whit teacher who has a BA in like. Jazz or something idk

MEANWHILE a qualified fluent English speaker from, say, India or Swaziland is gonna get rejected from that same job because of their skin color. And DONT pretend you haven’t heard the stories about Black teachers being told they’d “scare the children”

You wanna talk about racism here??? Talk to any SE Asian factory worker, the Filipinos who are treated like garbage, 12 to a dorm room, paid shit wages, and only given one day off a week. Remember when they were locked into their rooms and only let out to go to work around Covid and nobody cared??

So congratulations, you’re right I guess, there IS racism against foreigners here but NOT white ones, for the love of buddha.

No, being thrown out of a bar bc you’re an obnoxiously loud American does NOT count as racism

#text #Taiwan

9 notes · View notes

highwaytothedangerzone502 · 1 year

Text

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 5

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2231

Warnings: Car Crash, swearing

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: A Place in This World Meant To Be

****

Ghost

"I did it!" Jake exclaimed, laughing in disbelief and staring at the guitar in his hands. Then, like he couldn't believe it himself, he turned to his friend for verification. "I did, right? No mistakes?"

"You did," Annalise confirmed, beaming proudly at him. "I've never seen someone pick up guitar so quickly."

"What can I say? I'm a fast learner. I also had a great teacher."

"That goes without saying." Jake handed her the guitar, which she happily took back and started strumming a new song she'd been practicing. "How far into the book are you?"

"I finished it!" he exclaimed, twisting around and taking it out of his backpack. "I see why you love jets so much. They're fascinating! The Blue Angels are doing a show in Corpus Christi in a few weeks. I'm going to see if I can convince my mom to let me go see it."

"I already got tickets," Annalise chirped. "Mom gets special access with her military clearance. She makes a call, and she's there. If you want to go, let me know, and I'll ask my mom to see if she can add you to the list. Your mom, too, if she wants to come."

Jake perked up immediately. "Really?"

"Yeah. It'd be nice to have a friend tag along. My sister goes, but she's usually off flirting with the boys, so I don't have anyone to geek out over the planes with."

"I'll ask when I get home! Honestly, after reading that book and reading up on the Navy, I see why you want to join."

Annalise cocked her head. "When did you read about the Navy?"

"Checked out a book from the library not long after you brought it up. Seemed interesting, and it was. The more I read about it, the more I want to join."

"Going to become a naval aviator like me?"

"Obviously. It's the coolest job." Jake glanced at his watch and swore. "Shit, I have to leave for practice soon. Coach will have my head if I'm late."

Annalise chuckled, taking the cue and gathering up her things. Jake helped her up when she was done and took her guitar case as he walked her back to her house like he'd done every time before. While they made the trek to her place, Annalise asked, "You ready for school to start next week?"

"This is going to sound strange, but yeah. I love being at school." Jake hesitated momentarily, like he wanted to say more, but then seemingly decided against it. "What about you?"

"Not really," she admitted, omitting the fact that she had no friends outside of him right now, and she was sure he'd forget about her once classes started. After all, he was the most popular guy in school, and include the fact that he filled out over the summer, buffing up and losing some of his baby face, would only increase his popularity. Meanwhile, Annalise was a nobody, someone who had joined two months before sophomore year ended and made no real impact on anyone. No one paid attention to her. She might as well have been a ghost. The fact Jake even remembered her at their initial meet in the woods stunned her, but she chalked it up to them having had a few classes together. Why else would he have noticed her? It's not like he had a crush on her. Even his walking her home was simply Jake being a gentleman. Annalise refused to read into it because it meant nothing more than what it was on the surface.

"Why not?" Jake prodded with the dreaded question.

"I'll basically be the new girl all over again. I barely got to know anyone when I got here last year, and chances are I'll move again by the end of the school year because of my mom or dad's job. I don't want to get close to anyone when I'm probably going to leave again before college."

"I'm not sure if you're telling me I'm the exception to not wanting to get close to anyone or that you're going to ghost me if you do leave."

Annalise smiled but said nothing, already figuring their friendship would crash and burn before she left. Stopping outside the gate, Annalise thanked him for the escort and took her guitar from him. As she turned around to head into her backyard, Jake said, "Same time tomorrow?"

"Always," Annalise replied. Giving him a two-finger salute, she entered her backyard and shut the gate behind her. Upon stepping foot into her house, she'd barely set her guitar down when Jacqueline Blackwood appeared out of nowhere from the shadows of the living room.

"When were you going to tell me you knew Jake Seresin?" her sister demanded, crossing her arms.

"Since never, because it's none of your business," Annalise retorted, rolling her eyes.

"People are saying he has a secret girlfriend, you know."

"Wouldn't surprise me if he did. He's cute."

It was Jackie's turn to roll her eyes. "I'm talking about you, dumbass. They'll think it's you if they find out you two are hanging out. Are you two together?"

"Oh, please." Annalise scoffed, grabbing a Dr. Pepper from the fridge. "Jake is not interested in me. It's just a summer thing. Come first day of school, he'll have completely forgotten about me."

"And how often have you been sneaking out to see him?"

"It's not sneaking out if we plan it."

"Then why haven't you said anything about him all summer?"

"Because I knew all three of you would get the wrong idea, and you, in particular, are a busy little brownnoser who would probably find a way to crash the party."

"For your information, I already followed you. How else do you think I knew you were seeing him?"

"What the fuck, Jackie?"

"Language!" Charlie chastised, entering the kitchen in a sharp suit. "Annalise, you know better."

When Charlie briefly turned her back to her daughters, Annalise flipped Jackie off, who stuck her tongue out in return.

"Girls, knock it off," Charlie warned. Annalise wondered how her mom had seen the exchange for a split second until she saw the microwave, clearly reflecting the two Blackwood sisters. "What's going on?"

"Annalise has a secret boyfriend, who happens to be the most popular guy in school," Jackie piped up, smiling smugly at her little sister. Annalise glowered at her sister, thoroughly planning on getting her revenge later on.

"He's not my boyfriend. I ran into him in the woods, and we started chatting. He was interested in learning guitar, so I've been teaching him. That's it. Nothing more. We're not like Jackie and Oreo."

"His name is Orry."

"I don't care what his actual name is. The guy has super black hair, is always wearing black, and is whiter than Frosty the Snowman. He looks like an Oreo, so I will continue calling him as such."

"Fine. I'll continue calling Jake your boyfriend."

"If that's the game you want to play-" Annalise turned to their mom- "Jackie snuck out of the house two weeks ago to go to a party with Orry and got stoned."

Charlie placed her hands on her hips. "Jacqueline Elena Blackwood!"

"You were supposed to keep that a secret!" Jackie hissed, grabbing an apple from a bowl nearby and chucking it at her sister's head.

Annalise caught it and took a bite from it. "Yeah, on the premise you would owe me a favor in the future or until you pissed me off enough to divulge it."

"Jackie, go to your room. Your dad and I will talk with you later about your punishment," Charlie ordered, pointing firmly at the stairs. Jackie obeyed reluctantly, shuffling off in dismay to her room, but not before muttering under her breath so only her sister could hear, "You're gonna pay for that one."

Annalise tried to then back away without any further conversation, but her mom stopped her. "Any other secrets you're holding over your sister?"

"Unless they give me leverage over her, I don't keep them, so no."

"About this Jake kid-"

Annalise groaned. "Not you too."

"Have you been sneaking out to see him?"

"No. I just haven't said anything because I didn't want it getting blown out of proportion. It's a summer thing that will end the moment school starts."

"Why's that?"

"Because he's the most popular guy in school, and I'm a nobody?"

"I'd like to see you have a steady friend group."

"What's the point?"

"We're not going to-"

"Move again in a year?" Annalise responded defensively. "I'm pretty sure you said that in Colorado, California, Florida, Michigan, and Virginia."

"Annalise, don't use that tone of voice with me," Charlie cautioned gently but firmly. "This time's different. Your dad and I want you and Jackie to have stability in your last years in high school. We've already talked to our bosses to ensure that that happens. Listen, Jackie is going out of town for the weekend at the end of the month. Why don't you invite Jake over for dinner?"

"I'll ask him," she lied, biting back a cringe at the idea. She would mean nothing to Jake after school started, so what was the point in even asking?

"Good. Let me know what he says. On a different note, I have a meeting in a few minutes, but I need to get this package sent off. Could you run into town and do it for me?"

"Anything to be away from Jackie right now. Where is it?"

"It's in the mudroom. Thank you, sweetie. Be careful!"

"I will. Love you!" Annalise grabbed the keys to her car and bolted out the door. Blasting some George Strait, she pulled onto the main road and cruised into town. Annalise passed the high school on the way to the post office, its parking lot jammed with trucks belonging to the football players practicing on the field. Jake was down there somewhere, but she couldn't tell which. She didn't even know his jersey number. Annalise continued on her way, dropping the package off and then deciding rather than going home and facing the inevitable wrath of her sister, she'd shop around a bit. It's not like there was anything of interest to buy, but Annalise was a sucker for cruising through stores like Home Goods, Hobby Lobby, and Barnes and Noble. Annalise let her mom know, who had no qualms about the better-behaved daughter being out by herself.

For better or for worse, all three of those stores were in the same parking lot as the post office, so Ghost strolled over to them, taking her time as she perused through the items. A couple of books did catch her eye, namely about fighter jets, although a romance novel did slip its way into the mix. Nothing at Home Goods or Hobby Lobby was worth buying or was out of her price range, but they were still fun to visit.

While in Home Goods, two girls her age strode past. Annalise ignored them, continuing to look mindlessly at some of the clothes on the racks, when one of them said, "Hey, you're Annalise Blackwood, right?"

Annalise glanced up in surprise. "Uh, yeah. Why?"

"We're having a party Friday night and would love to have you come. You should bring Jake, too!"

Annalise knew precisely who they were referring to but decided to play dumb. "Jake who?"

"Seresin, of course! With you two dating and all, we thought-"

"I'm not dating Jake Seresin," Annalise said, laughing in disbelief. "Where the hell did you hear that rumor?"

"Well, we heard it from Hannah, who heard it from Mackenzie, who heard it from her boyfriend Trevor, who heard it from Orry, who-"

"Heard it from Jackie?" Annalise finished, blood slowly boiling as the epiphany dawned on her. When the two girls confirmed her suspicion, she sighed deeply to rein in her flaring temper. "I'm not dating Jake. It was a rumor spread by my sister as payback for something I did earlier. I appreciate the invite, but I'm going to have to decline. If you'll excuse me, I need to get going."

Annalise left before the girls could protest, keeping her head down in case any other school students noticed her and interrogated her about the false situation. One thing was certain, though: Jackie was dead meat for this.

Annalise pulled out her phone and shot her sister an angry text with more than a few expletives. Leave it to her sister to not only ruin the only friendship she had but mortally embarrass her before school started. What had Jackie been thinking?!

Annalise slid into the driver's seat, setting her phone in the cup holder. Trying to bite back tears of anger and mortification, she backed out of the parking spot and started to head home. Tears tried to blur her vision, but she furiously blinked them away. Annalise white-knuckled the steering wheel, desperately wishing to get home as quickly as possible. The light changed to a green arrow, and after checking both ways, Annalise started moving forward. Then, and only then, did she notice the tow truck coming at her from her peripheral with no apparent intent to stop. Time slowed, and realizing she couldn't avoid being hit, Annalise braked and braced for impact.

****

Tags: @lgg5989 @shanimallina87 @polikszena @summ3rlotus @icemansgirl1999 @supernaturaldawning @thedarkinmansfield @lyannaforpresident @lapilark @getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth @simpofthecentury @shadeops21 @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @double-j @bradshawsandbridgetons @majdoline @catsandgeekyandnerd @peachiicherries @multifandomcnova @fandomsstolemylife00 @bookloverhorses @mak-32 @midnightmagpiemama @luckyladycreator2

Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5

If you're on the tag list, it's because I copied from the India Lima Yankee tag list. If you don't wish to be tagged for this story, just let me know! If you're not on the tag list and want to be, comment below :)

14 notes · View notes

jobsineducationsector · 8 months

Text

The Essential Guide to Teaching: Top 8 Practical Strategies

Teaching job requires a combination of passion, knowledge, and effective strategies. Whether you're an experienced educator or just starting out, employing practical teaching strategies can greatly enhance your students' learning experiences. Here in this article, we are going to describe the top eight strategies to enhance your teaching experiences in the classroom. Let’s get started!

Active Learning: Engage students by involving them in hands-on activities, discussions, and problem-solving tasks. This approach encourages critical thinking and participation, leading to better comprehension and retention.

Clear Objectives: Set clear learning objectives for each lesson. When students understand what they're expected to learn, they are more likely to stay focused and motivated throughout the lesson.

Varied Teaching Methods: Utilise a mix of teaching methods such as lectures, group activities, multimedia presentations, and case studies. This caters to different learning styles and keeps the classroom dynamic.

Formative Assessment: Regularly assess students' understanding during the learning process. This helps identify gaps in knowledge and allows you to adjust your teaching strategies accordingly.

Constructive Feedback: Provide timely and constructive feedback on assignments and assessments. Positive reinforcement and suggestions for improvement motivate students to excel.

Incorporate Technology: Integrate technology tools like interactive simulations, online discussions, and educational apps. Technology enhances engagement and prepares students for a tech-driven world.

Real-World Connections: Relate lessons to real-world applications. Showcasing the practical relevance of what students are learning helps them grasp concepts more effectively.

Adaptability: Be flexible in your teaching approach to accommodate diverse learning needs. Some students may require additional support or alternative explanations to grasp complex topics.

Remember, the key to effective teaching is continuous self-improvement. Stay open to feedback from students and colleagues, attend professional development workshops, and keep up with educational trends.

Benefits of Implementing Practical Strategies into teaching and learning: -

Executing Practical strategies into teaching and learning offers numerous benefits:

Enhanced Engagement: Practical activities captivate students' interest, fostering active participation.

Improved Retention: Hands-on experiences lead to better comprehension and longer-lasting memory retention.

Real-world Application: Practical learning connects theory to real-life situations, enhancing practical skills.

Critical Thinking: Problem-solving tasks stimulate critical thinking and analytical skills.

Collaborative Learning: Group activities encourage teamwork and effective communication.

Adaptability: Practical learning adapts to diverse learning styles and individual needs.

Confidence Boost: Successful completion of practical tasks boosts students' confidence and self-esteem.

Career Readiness: Practical skills gained align directly with job market demands.

Fun and Motivation: Engaging activities make learning enjoyable, increasing motivation to learn.

Holistic Learning: Practical strategies combine cognitive, emotional, and physical aspects of learning.

Final Words

By implementing these practical strategies, you create an environment that fosters active participation, critical thinking, and a genuine passion for learning. Your role as an educator goes beyond imparting information – it's about nurturing curiosity and inspiring a lifelong love of learning in your students.

Get teaching jobs near you

#teaching jobs #school teaching jobs #school jobs #teaching jobs in chennai #teaching jobs in kolkata #teaching jobs in bengaluru #teaching jobs in mumbai #teaching jobs in jaipur #teaching jobs in india #teaching jobs in aurangabad #teaching job #teacher jobs

0 notes

gobletofmilk · 1 month

Text

top ten things at my desk that i fidget with instead of doing my job that i get paid for. despicable me 2 on blu ray for scale

#10 this little guy

he glows in the dark! he's just a little guy

#9 this blown fuse from my car

this thing stopped my headlight from working for a whole year. what a silly little guy!

#8 mini coat hanger

why'd they make this why do i have this how did i get this? it just appeared one day?

#7 lizard from kinder

i got this lizard guy from a kinder egg that my favourite high school teacher gave me like six years ago. it's just a little guy actually

#6 empty chapstick

the bin is too far away (right next to me)

#5 broken keychain

my friend got me this keychain from india and it is great but it broke off but at least i can hold it instead of doing my job

#4 woodstock

woodstock

ok now we are getting to the big three, you have no idea how important these are to me i would die for these

#3 broken pringles lid

i love this thing i like fold it and it makes a little sound, it keeps me going you know

#2 little weights from my brothers gaming mouse

what are these? i don't know exactly how they're supposed to work but i love holding them and jingling them and getting worried about putting them on my phone screen accidentally and breaking the screen or something idk if that is possible but it freaks me out but not enough to not play with them i do it so much

#1 sim ejector tool

love this thing, can't explain it. just lots of fun, hours of fun. i'd buy a new phone just to get one of these that's how much i love it

#personal #help

2 notes · View notes

pontiaccbandit · 10 months

Text

I was tagged by @magicalara, but started a new chain because it would’ve gotten too long.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes. My brother’s ex - kinda? When I was born, my brother, who was fourteen at the time, was giving my mum and dad name ideas. He replaced the "T" in his then-girlfriend’s name with "S", and that’s how he got "Sahira". They broke up messily and she’s kinda weird so I feel strange about it, ngl.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Can’t exactly recall when, but it was pretty recent… three or so days ago?

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. I’m definitely never having biological children, but I most probably won’t even have them in general.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sometimes. But when I’m sarcastic, it’s the very obvious kind of sarcasm. I generally have trouble understanding sarcasm if it isn’t on the nose, so I hardly am sarcastic myself.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to play tennis until the age of… fifteen or so? I really want to get back into it though it’s been a while. I also used to play football regularly and sometimes badminton, too. I really enjoyed swimming, but my technique needs a lot of polishing now. And I’m more of a gym person, tbh.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about a person?

Their face. Then the way they dress and their body language, I guess?

7. What’s your eye colour?

I’m not so sure myself anymore, lol. I think eyes are light brown with quite a lot of green and some gold in them - several people have pointed out that it shows when the sun hits them. However, though everyone I know says they must be hazel, my optician’s form says "light brown".

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Why not both?

9. Any special talents?

Writing, I think? And even if I do say so myself, I’m good at learning new languages.

10. Where were you born?

India.

11. What are your hobbies?

I enjoy reading, writing, playing guitar (started again after a long time), and

12. Do you have any pets?

Not at the moment, but I used to have a lot of fish and three cats.

13. How tall are you?

5’8 or 5’9 - not sure, lol.

14. Favourite subject in school?

I used to love history and English Lit, especially as my English teacher was amazing.

15. Dream job?

Although I sometimes doubt it, lawyer. If I wasn’t studying law, I’d probably be a historian or oceanologist (the ocean and history have been special interests I kept returning to since I was a child).

I tag: @pompompotato @elizaxspears @sigcorp @nullb1rdbones @roshytsunami @asgardianhobbit98 @scheherezhad and anyone else who wants to do this! No pressure 🥰

#Sahi plays tag #tag game

15 notes · View notes

wrvtchedhearts · 3 months

Text

RAKESH GHAI - the wolf in sheep's clothing

Stats --

FULL NAME: Rakesh Syed Ghai

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 38 -- February 24th

OCCUPATION: veterinarian, capo

MEMBER OF JADE TRIBE

GENDER & PRONOUNS: bi-gender, they/he

SEXUALITY: Bisexual, Biromantic

LANGUAGES: Hindi, Gujarati, English

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Divorced

FC: sidharth malhotra

Biography / Headcanons --

Rakesh was born on American soil, the child of first generation immigrants from Delhi, India. His parents, while both with a masters degree from renowned universities in Delhi, could not find fitting jobs in Austin, Texas. His father was a taxi driver, while his mother became a school teacher. There was never enough money to go around, and often times they sat without electricity or water.

Soon as Rakesh was old enough, they ran from home, done with the high expectations, after all, it was always paired with disinterest. It didn't matter what Rakesh wanted to do, their parent's dreams had to be followed. They completely disappeared from the map.

Then remerged at age twenty-one in New York City, with a certificate proving they could legally practice being a veterinarian, and a new found rage. One they kept perfectly hidden beneath a goofy smile and kind eyes.

Rakesh got into crime merely by association, life in NYC wasn't easy, one had to fight for a spot, and so they did. Using connections with the Jade Tribe to build their practice, and using their practice to build their position at the Jade Tribe.

He comes off as a harmless goof, but he could actually kill you. Though if there is a diplomatic option, he’ll go for that.

He has an intense caffeine addiction, will get jittery if he doesn’t get his cuppa in the morning.

While Rakesh has cut all ties with their past, culture, and community, there are times when they visible feel untethered, grasping at straws to belong somewhere, anywhere, if only for an hour.

Has a 14 year old daughter and an ex-wife.

#lawlessintro #rakeshintro #intros

2 notes · View notes

hoperays-song · 4 months

Text

Jia Information!!!

Ok, so I recently realised I never posted anything about Jia, my OC version of Johnny's mum, and considering how important of a character she is in legit nearly all of my works, I obviously had to remedy that.

So here we go, some info on the one and only Jia Taylor!

(Picrew, Info, and Backstory actually lol)

------------------------------------------------------------

------Picrew------

------Info------

Legal Name: Jia Saanvi Taylor ‘nee Sutar

Common Name: Jia Taylor

Nicknames: Ji

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 34 (at death)

Birthday: February 13, 1975

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Gender Identity: Cisgender

Height: 5'7"

Ethnicity: Indian

Languages Spoken: Hindi, English

Diagnosis: Depression, PTSD

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Golden Brown

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings/Markings: Two piercings each ear

Family Members: Bio father (Aarav), Bio Mom (Reeva), Bio older sister (Jahnavi), Bio younger brother (Jahnu), and Bio Child (Johnny)

Habits/Stims: Tapping fingers like playing a piano, humming songs at random

Romantic Partners: Marcus Taylor (husband)

Notes:

worked as a pianist and a music teacher

died due to complications with her Limb Girdle Muscular Dystrophy, just like both her siblings

moved to England when she was 12 years old

was a devout Hindu and a vegetarian

loved cooking since her father was a chef, and taught all the recipes to her husband before she passed

her final words were telling her six year old son she loved him

------Backstory: TW: Death, Chronic Disorders------

Born in Madurai, India as Jia Saanvi Sutar, Jia was the technical second child to her parents. However, her older sister had passed away suddenly as a baby and it was hardly ever talked about in her household. She was quickly flagged and tested positive for Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy and began using a cane as a child. Other than that though, early childhood for Jia was largely uneventful.

When she was around seven, she started playing piano and it became very obvious she was a prodigy. She was sent to a private music school so she could hone her skills. The next year was a mixed bag however as she lost her mother and her baby brother was born. Jahnu, her brother, quickly turned into one of the two center points for Jia's world, music being the other, essentially become coping mechanisms when her mother passed away due to complications with his birth.

But again, her life settled into a pretty mundane but steady rhythm for four years, only focusing on her studies and her family. When a job came up for her dad in London, she encouraged him to accept it, leading to the family moving. They all did well with the move and there were little problems on their end of things, the children even planning to get dual-citizenship when they got older.

Jia seemed to thrive in her new school and started playing gigs not long after the move. She was offered scholarships while still in school and it was pretty obvious that she had a good career ahead of her in the music industry. On the side, Jia became vocal in lots of local movements for equality and justice, even leading them at times. Her family were extremely proud of this and even helped her prepare for them, her brother making signs, and her dad packing food to hand out. Within two years, things were definitely looking up.

However, Jahnu also tested positive for Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy soon after, with his progressing scarily faster than his sister. he had to be hospitalized at eight, Jia and her dad moving across town so they could stay near his bedside. And while that was a harsh adjustment period, life continued as usual for the trio for a few years. It was during this chaos that Jia and her family also were finally given dual-citizenship, a small up not to their year.

Jahnu passed away after four years, spending his final moments with his sister and father. Jia was heartbroken, having lost her remaining sibling and the boy she had raised at the same time. Her father Aarav seemed to feel the same, as not long after, he passed away too, seemingly of a broken heart. This left Jia, by that time a music major in university, without any family or support system. This caused her to spiral a bit and throw herself into her work as a coping mechanism, though her mental health took a huge toll.

Somehow, she managed to scrape by for a year and a half on her own before running into a boy two years her senior at a protest she was organizing. After punching his older brother in the face for being an absolute arse to her, the boy apologized for the whole scenario for several hours, even helping her with the event as a way to make it up to her. By the end of the day, she agreed to meet him again the next day in the same spot, and eventually started dating the man, who's name was Marcus.

Jia and Marcus got on like wildfire, and spent nearly all their free time together, both glad they finally had someone that they could rely on to be there for them. She encouraged him to pursue his passion of being a mechanic and he encouraged her to write her own songs for her own album. They spent a lot of time together going to protests and fundraiser events, as well as work and school, with most of their dates just being them doing their daily routines together. Marcus moved in with her around a year into the relationship as well, though that was largely due to his disownment.

Jia graduated a year later with a master's degree in music and quickly began working as a music teacher for young kids and a piano tutor on the side. Money was tight for the couple, even after Marcus found a job as a mechanic. But surprisingly, not counting the usual couple spats, the two barely fought, and ended up getting married after a few years at Jia's temple. And the couple only seemed to keep doing well from there, with both of them very happy about life and looking forward to the future.

Jia ended up having her only child when she was 28 years old, a son she named Johnathan Demarcus Taylor, with nods to her siblings and parents being prevalent in both his English and Hindi names. The one original part of his Hindi name (aka the only bit not after a family member) was Jiyaan, meaning near heart, which was Jia's way of telling her son she would always be with him, despite her condition worsening.

Jia continued her life as usual after her son was born, still a leading figure in a lot of social movements as well as a music teacher. Her LGMD had progressed to the point where she was wheelchair bound but she claimed to her husband that it did not bother her much, and in fact, made bringing Johnny out a bit easier. However, neither of them actually believed it much. She started dealing with a lot more chronic pain than she had before and began working furiously again, feeling like she had to take advantage of every moment she could.

Jia was 33 was when her health really started deteriorating rapidly however. She collapsed at work, leading to her being rushed to the hospital. She was kept there for several days, before being told that with her current progression, she likely wouldn't live much longer. Jia insisted on returning home, saying that if she was going to die, she wouldn't spend her final months just sitting around waiting for it. The doctors were not fans of this but allowed it and released her into family care.

Jia waited a month and a half before taking medical leave for work, and dedicating her time to taking care of Johnny even more, teaching him as much as she could about their shared interest, music, hoping that that piece of her would be able to bring him comfort when she passed. When he was in school, Jia spent all of her time writing music and letters for her family to open in the future when she wouldn't be there, so at least a part of her would be.

Marcus also started taking more and more time off to spend with them. He had learned most of Jia's favourite recipes by heart years ago when cooking began to get hard for her and now the three spent time together teaching them to Johnny as well. Her son was too young to really understand what was going on and serval times tried to make his mum better with bandaids and kisses, something that Jia always played along with, even though it broke her heart to do so.

In September of that year, when Jia was just 34 years old, she collapsed again when Marcus was out of the apartment for only a second, leading 6 year old Johnny to make a desperate phone call to emergency services when she wouldn't wake up. Marcus returned right after and did CPR until the paramedics arrived and took over, taking Jia back to the hospital.

She remained there this time, too weak to move much on her own. Marcus brought Johnny to see her every single day, right after school and Jia made sure to at least pretend that everything was ok when he was there, singing and humming with him like usual, though at that point she knew she wouldn't be returning home.

Jia died mid-October, with Marcus and Johnny beside her. Her final words were telling her son how much she loved him and always would, no matter what. She has a memorial plaque at a cemetery not far from her old temple in London, besides her father's and brother's, which her husband and son visit every opportunity they have.

Jia was a huge impact on her family's lives but also the lives of others as well. She was a leading advocate for disabled, women's, and queer rights, touching the hearts and minds of dozens. She was also well loved by her colleagues, students, neighbors, and fellow temple goers. Jia was commonly described as loving, dedicated, and a spit-fire, never backing down from what she believed in. She also had a sarcastic streak a kilometer wide and a tendency to be a bit of a jokester with close friends and family.

#sing oc #it's my girl!!!!!!#jia my beloved #yes she did straight up punch marcus's brother in the face upon first meeting. she broke his nose. he deserved it tho #she also came up with Johnny's name all on her own. yes marcus had no idea. yes it was a way to tease him due to a pet peeve of his #neither she or johnny has ever let him live this down #jia would be a mountain gorilla as well btw. i just write human au stuff #“johnny's mom was quiet that's why he is” ok but funnier option of she was like marcus and they are both confused on how he's like this #look has jia hit people over the head with her crutches/cane/punched them in the face? yes. its not my fault she can do no wrong #barry and stan are terrified of her btw. theyve only heard stories but are TERRIFIED #oh yeah. johnny's hindi name? jahnu jiyaan aarav sutar #punk marcus will forever live rent free in my head #sing big daddy #just btw #sing #sing 2 #sing johnny #sing marcus

5 notes · View notes