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POC Profile: Jewish Middle Eastern from Israel

I was born in Israel and moved to the United States later on. I’m of Yemen, Egyptian and Syrian descent but am 100% Mizrachi Jewish. My family all moved into Israel in or right after World War II, having gone through its affects in context of the Middle East. I am bilingual (Hebrew and English) so I may also point out some bilingual experiences. 

I see a lot of talk about Ashkenazi (European) Jews and the Arabic/Muslim community in the Middle East, but barely see any information about Mizrachi Jews (which is a huge ethnicity). 

Culture/Holidays: Even though Mizrachi Jewish culture is very similar to its surrounding Middle Eastern community it’s also extremely different. Because Jews were segregated from Muslim (and other goy religions) neighborhoods they grew their own cultures and traditions, and because they were far away from their Ashkenazi sisters the holidays are celebrated differently. Some even created new holidays! A good example of this is Mimuna, a Moroccan-Jewish holiday celebrating the finish of the intense Kosher within the Passover season. I’ve noticed that in my Grandma’s Yemen household we celebrate holidays differently than in my Ashkenazi friend’s households (also extremely differently than in American Jewish households). We read different parts of Magalas, sing different songs, and if we do sing the same songs they are probably set in different tunes. Simply, search up traditions for the specific area you’re writing about, because chances are they celebrate it differently than most Jews you see in the USA (or any European country) do.

Food: You know how people make jokes about white people food being bland? It’s the same in the Jewish community. Food is very different within the Jewish community. You heard of kugel? That’s an Ashkenazi food. So is defiltefish and chunt and matzabre (although matzabre does have a Yemeni equivalent called ftut where you soak the matza instead of fry it). Middle Eastern Jewish food is amazing! Although I can mostly only tell you about Yemen food, it’s such a great area to explore. Yemeni Jewish food is very filling and has a lot of dough based recipes (such as jachnun and malauach), and has amazing spice and sauces like schug and chilbe. A lot of the food is also pita based (the cuisine very rarely involve bread). And Just like how the shnitzel snuck into Ashkenazi food, goy Middle Eastern food became a common in the Mizrachi community, like shwarma, falafel and shakshuka. 

In Israel there are some really common food differences than in the USA. Falafel is the common street food (similar to getting one of those ham and egg bagels in a coffee shop in an inner city area in the USA). Almost every house is equipped with pita, and bread is of higher level than the usual pre-cut soft white bread that is found in Supermarkets in the USA. The Mizrachi and Ashkenazi cuisine gets really mixed (such as having Ashkenazi defiltefish with Yemeni chilbe as a spice) and there are some stables that everybody eats (like shnitzel with ptitim or spaghetti).

History: The main thing I want to say here is that yes, the Mizrachi community was affected by WWII. Just like with Trump, when a powerful nation f**** up, the whole world feels it. The Holocaust was not exclusive to Europe. The Mizrachi community was hunted for literally thousands of years in the Middle East (seriously, that’s what many of our holidays are about) and it absolutely did not end until we were able to move out. My Yemeni grandmother had to run away from Yemen and walk the whole way through Saudi Arabia to get to Israel because their community was being murdered in masses, the Jewish community in Yemen is practically extinct, everybody who could moved to Israel. My grandfather in Egypt faced the same causes to move into Israel, even though his family was powerful in Cairo back then they left all their belongings when his uncle was killed on the street by an anti-Semitic riot.

Identity Issues: Back in Israel my identity wasn’t an issue for me. I was Jewish (like everybody) and Mizrachi (like many). But when I moved to the USA it was different. All the Jews here were Ashkenazi (except for the small Sephardi community) and none of the Middle Eastern community here was Jewish. They barely even thought it existed. I still have people who are shocked when I say I’m a Mizrachi Jew, because they thought that Judaism was almost exclusively a white religion. Which I can’t blame them for when that’s all they see around them. But it’s still a problem. Middle Eastern meetups commonly wouldn’t accept me as a Middle Eastern person, and even more so shunned me for being Israeli even though I’m not anti-Palestine. I would still go to meetups like this even though I was commonly called a terrorist or would have to deal with anti-Semitism, because even though I was the only Jew there, these people still dealt with similar problems to which I did living in this which supremacist nation - I felt closer to them than I did to Ashkenazi Jews (and unlike in Ashkenazi communities I was not treated as a token POC).  I stopped going when my mom banned me from such meetings, because someone in the group threatened to hurt me. I’m not saying it’s not okay to be disgusted by Israels actions against the Arabic community around it (I am too), I’m just saying that shunning me from that community when I had no other community to go to because of something I could not and did not have any say in was not the right answer in my opinion.

Language: One aspect that the Ashkenazi and Mizrachi community have in common is the Holy language, Hebrew. In Israel that’s the main language that is spoken, other than minor communities who speak Arabic or Ultra-Orthodox communities who speak Yiddish. Still, the communities were separated for so many years that there are many alternate pronunciations and accents. As you may have noticed in the food section, Ashkenazi food names are a lot more European, while Mizrachi names are a lot closer to Arabic and other Semitic languages. 

Misconceptions: Judaism is not a white religion! That is not to say that Ashkenazi Jews aren’t white, but saying that Judaism is a white religion cuts POC Jews (or JOC? I’ve never seen that in use) out of their goy communities. Judaism is found all around the world, there are Latinx Jews, East Asian Jews, African Jews, Hispanic Jews, and Middle Eastern Jews. The only place I would be shocked to find a Jewish Ethnicity in would be Native American tribes. Also on a different note, bilinguals do mix up languages. I see bilingual people shunning monolingual authors for having characters accidentally answer in the wrong language, saying “whoops! I was thinking in my /other language/!” But I do this so commonly that my friends joke that I’m a badly written bilingual character. I’m just saying that the bilingual experience is vast, and not everybody thinks the same.

Things I’d like to see less of/Stereotypes I’m tired of seeing: Every Jewish family being written like the Maus family. All of them are white German Jews who’s family suffered through the Holocaust. Don’t get me wrong, Holocaust survivor’s stories are so so important. But all the Jews I see in media are Jewish studies professors in the upper middle class suburban area who adopted a kid of a different race and made them hilariously Jewish in an out of place way. It’s so boring. And nonrepresentational. Please stop creating stereotypical cookie-cut Jews. Also the idea that Jews are the extreme end of being white, where Jews can’t even start to understand people of color, or white Jews marking themselves as people of color. 

Things I’d like to see more of: More Mizrachi Jews! I’m telling you this is such a rad community, and it is barely explored in literature. Once when I tried to find any books or studies about Yemeni Jews in English, and all I found was one book about Yemeni-American second generation girls in Michigan (it’s called “All American Yemeni Girls” by Loukia K. Sarroub, and is an amazing study you should read). All I found was this one book! This tells me that both the Middle Eastern and Mizrachi communities are lacking in literature. 

Please just consider integrating different Jewish communities into your story if possible.

Shira’s Note:

Great post! I just wanted to add a note that I’ve seen a Native+Jewish blogger on Tumblr; I’m not sure if there was a conversion or intermarriage at some point but I would hate for that one blogger (whose URL escapes me at the moment) to feel erased. Another note about the bilingual thing: it is VERY, VERY important for people writing bilingual characters to understand that different languages treat their bilingual speakers different ways. The ways Yiddish sneaks into English are different from the ways Spanish sneaks into English and both are different from the way Mandarin sneaks into English. Don’t extrapolate the Yiddish-inflected English from TV sitcom Ashkies as the way Spanglish works, for example. This post is a testimonial as to why.

Third, lol: “All of them are white German Jews who’s family suffered through the Holocaust.” it me, so thank you for contributing this post so that my voice isn’t the only one on here. We all really appreciate it.


Highlights from a local spring awakening production

-wendla came onstage super happy! She was dancing in circles and playing with her dress when she started singing but slowly got sadder (very different from any versions I’ve seen)
- mama who bore me reprise had soo much energy compared to past shows I’ve seen
- okay, when the boys come onstage i like to guess who is who, and i was mostly right except i switched melchior and hansen bc melchior seemed way more smug than other interpratations ive seen
- i loved moritz so much!! He was smol and had long super curly hair and had a headband to keep it back, it was really cute (he was also also the first black mortiz I’ve seen live and looked a lot like how headcannon him)
- the actor playing melchior really made me want to hate him, much more than other Melchiors have
- he seemed like he was trying to correct the teacher for the sake of talking back than to actually help moritz
- bitch of living was great!! That was the point where my mom was like uhhhh what am i watching?? Most likely bc there were a lot of jerking off motions happening in the dance
- there was also a pole onstage that people were leaning on and swinging around on during the dance which was cool
- the achilles & patroclus line was delivered perfectly!!
- anna and thea were definitely a thing no one can convince me otherwise
- The hanschen was perfect in his desmoda monologue but i felt so awkward with my mom next to me
- i got chills during touch me wOW
- dark i know well was suuuper well done, they had all the boys onstage playing the father of all the girls and showed them beating/being sexual with them and it made the song super powerful
- the teachers didn’t have german accents which i actually liked
- the beating scene wasn’t as intense as i would’ve liked… after he said the “I’ll beat the hell out of you” line he stopped and ran off before actually punching her and stuff
- there were no microphones until half way through And Then There Were None when motiz had a microphone and stand, and at the end the stage went black except a spotlight on mortiz and he dropped the mic stand and it was hella dramatic
- honestly in other productions, mirror blue night seems like it has no purpose (i mean like wtf do the lyrics mean) but the actor playing melchior had a clear reason for singing it in his mind and it really showed
- the hayloft scene was way too consentual, it didn’t seem like rape which is the author’s intent…
- i really liked ilse, she was the perfect mix between obc and dwsa ilse
- i liked how she was trying to show how great her life was but you could really tell she hated it and was scared
- ( also the lighting in that whole dont do sadness/moritz suicide was a+++)
- wendla was happy during guilty one’s?? Her and melchior were like cuddling and being super domestic and stuff it was wierd
- melchior overall just seemed like an asshole… i mean he kinda is but i didn’t see the other layers of him like i have with past actors
- melchior was playing guitar at the beginning of left behind which was kinda cool
- moritz’s dad was the focal of the song rather than melchior, he was center stage clearly coming back from getting drunk and was breaking down, and at one point melchior came up and tapped him on the shoulder and he just crumpled to the floor crying
- okay I’m gonna talk about woyb reprise for a bit
- it wasn’t comic relief at all i was so glad!!
-hanschen at first seemed to be interested in what Ernst was saying before he was like … are you kidding me
- hanchen seemed so hurt during “so are you sorry we…??”
- Hanschen looked into ernst’s eyes and grabbed his hand as he said the “and so you should” line and i think it was the best I’ve ever seen it
- the the rest of the song hanschen seemed so vulnerable!! Like “oh shit I’m falling for this boy whay do i do”
- the kiss at the end of the song was way more tender than the other ones and a few people laughed at the previous ones but thankfully no one did the last time
- the reformatory scene was the only one were melchior didn’t seem as much of an asshole tbh
- MORE PROOF THAT THEA AND ANNA WERE GIRLFRIENDS was in song of purple summer, all the characters that were couples were next to eachother (like hanschen/ernst and the parents and stuff) and thea and Anna were holding hand and at one point they sat down and thea put her head in anna’s lap it was so cute you guys
- overall i really loved the choreo in the show

Roommates: Part One

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Summary: Reader is a ghost that lives in Tom Holland apartment and Tom doesn’t believe in ghosts. Or does he? Let’s play with a Ouija board like all stupid 21 year olds do and find out. 

Warning: Rape mentions, swearing, death, spooky shit, dont play with ouija boards (especially while drunk)

Words: 2k

Special thank you to @axolotlnerd for betareading this for me. <3

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Easter traditions in Germany are similar to those in other Christian countries, from the religious commemoration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ to the Easter bunny. They include: 

Das Osterfeuer. Many Germans, especially in the North, gather around large bonfires on the eve of Easter Sunday. The wood of old Christmas trees and garden debris from the long winter is used for this occasion and collected in one place to be lit. This tradition actually is an old Pagan ritual dating back to before Christ to symbolize the coming of spring, driving out the evil spirits of winter, etc. Back then it was believed that any home or field shone upon by the light of the fire would be protected from sickness and misfortune.

Der Osterhase. The concept of the Easter bunny is believed to have originated in Germany. The first known account of it is found in the 1684 notes of a Heidelberg professor of medicine, where he discusses the ill effects of eating too many Easter eggs. German and Dutch settlers brought the tradition with them to other parts of the world. 

Der Osterfuchs and others. In some parts of Germany, children wait for the Osterfuchs instead of the bunny. They’ll hunt for his yellow eggs on Easter morning which are dyed with onion skins. Other Easter egg deliverers include roosters (Saxony), storks (Thuringia), and chicks. In the past few decades they have become less popular as the bunny has taken over most of the country. 

Der Osterbaum. Beautifully painted Easter eggs are hung on tree branches in a vase in the house or on a tree in the garden. 

Das Osterlamm. There are cakes in the shape of a lamb. Some families might eat actual lamb as well, even though this is not a popular meat in Germany.

Das Osterrad. This custom is practiced in some regions of Northern Germany. Hay is stuffed into a large wooden wheel, then lighted and rolled down a hill at nighttime. A long wooden pole pulled through the wheel’s axle helps it keep its balance. If the wheel reaches all the way to the bottom intact, a good harvest is predicted. The city of Lügde in the Weserbergland prides itself as being the Osterradstadt, since it has followed this tradition yearly for over a 1000 years.

Die Osterspiele. Rolling eggs down a hill and the traditional egg hunts for kids are German customs.

Der Ostermarkt. Similar to Germany’s Weihnachtsmärkte for Christmas, there also are some Ostermärkte with special foods, artisian eggs, and other decor.

anonymous asked:

Do you have a personification for peoples like the Gauls or even Germanic tribes? I guess having one personification for like over 300 tribes would be kinda difficult? I wanted to know ur opinion. Cause Hima has Germania, but when you really look into the accurate historical stuff, "Germania" is very questionable

oh man, i agree so much about germania conceptually. mainly because my headcanon is that nations come into being through their own people’s self-identification and beliefs. nations are imagined communities made flesh through the power of human imagination and belief, blood and sacrifice. and the concept of germania in antiquity? it’s a roman creation. there was no unified german identity in the eyes of the visigoths, ostrogoths, vandals, suebi (and so on) themselves. It would be one thing if these separate germanic tribes did unite as a single political/cultural entity. 

this is why i like @kisamesfacioplegia​‘s post about rome being Faceblind B) as a way to make sense of Canon Germania. some roman chauvinism at work, y’know. ‘all Barbarians look the same.’ i like to think that who rome lazily refers to as germania is just one of the germanic tribes. maybe the ostrogoths or visigoths (since they played a role in the fall of the western roman empire.) and…years and years later, maybe germany and prussia think this germania really existed and was their ancestor.  they of course did have ancestors; just not One Man called germania. he is a roman legend, a myth at the end of the day. (that isn’t to say the idea of germania wasn’t powerful- after all, eventually gilbert helped make germany huh)

i think what rome called gallia would definitely be made up of multiple dirt children, in the beginning. but i suppose at least one of the personifications of the gallic tribes might’ve come to call themselves ‘gaul’. if only because in their last stand—vercingetorix (of the averni people) convinced multiple other gallic tribes to unite against the invading romans. i haven’t got around to actually designing characters but the concept? more than one dirt child represents what rome called germania / gallia, yes. 

MTVS Epic Rewatch #180

BTVS 7x02 Beneath You

Stray thoughts

1) I’ve always got some strong Run Lola Run vibes from the opening scene of this episode…

It’s the setting, the music, the pace, the fact that the girl is – duh! – running, and her look and outfit. It’s all very Run Lola Run, right?

So, do you think this was an homage to the movie, plagiarism, or Joss’s idea of what Germany is like based simply on one movie he’d seen?

That aside, these scenes bring up a lot of questions about how potential slayers are treated in other countries. We know that Kendra was raised and educated as a potential slayer, knowing that one day she may become one. I think Kennedy was, too. We also know that Buffy and Faith weren’t. But the two girls shown in the opening scenes from episodes 7x01 and 7x02 seem to be aware they should run away and they’re not asking for help in the regular way any citizens would do, you know? Like, they’re not screaming for help or going to the police? So it kind of feels they knew what their deal was and why they were being chased…

It’s all the more interesting because Buffy was having a prophetic (or live action?) dream about the German girl. I’ve always loved Buffy’s prophetic dreams, and I wish her connection to other slayers through her dreams would’ve been explored more in depth in the show.

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Hey guys, so there’s this blog going around called d/a/s/g/e/m/k/o/r/p/s.

Long story short, the blog’s dedicated to depicting the Steven Universe gems as racist, fascist “gem supremacists” that hunt and kill humans. The mod uses Nazi imagery (made particularly clear when you see Pearl made to mimic Hans Landa from Inglourious Basterds), combined with the German and English terms evocative of WW2-era Nazis, and art depicting myriad offensive things, ranging from blatant racism, all the way to the murder of a young child (twice!).

Before you say it, no, this is not just me being a socialist, free speech-hating censor trying to stifle the internet’s artistic creativity. Poor taste aside, the content on their blog is explicitly against this website’s ToS.

If you look at all of this together, it’s very clear what the mod’s intent is. They’re seeking attention through intentionally shocking and offensive, gross content. I realize that that’s exactly what this post is giving them - attention - but I’m hoping to get the blog shut down before it gains too much steam.

If you want to help, just report the blog. You’ll need to link to one or more posts from the blog in your report in order for it to validate, but honestly, you could pick almost any of the posts from their blog as justifiable grounds for reporting.

This shit is not okay.

Warning: The blog has seriously graphic and potentially upsetting content on it.

ID #80586

Name: Neeka
Age: 14
Country: USA

I love indie/alternative rock music and cuss a lot. I would love to send snail mail but texting is cool too. I probably spend way too much time reading and watching Harry Potter (but it’s totally worth it). My favorite book is All the Bright Places and favorite movie is The Perks of Being a Wallflower (but I love lots of other books and movies too). I do some photography (and some art) in my spare time and it’d be cool to send pictures through the mail. I’d love to learn about some other cultures and learn some other languages (currently trying to learn German).

Preferences: Age: 14-18

Me? Jealous? ( Marco Reus- One Shot )

Exhausted. That’s the only word you could find to describe yourself after a long and tiring day at work. Your boss was being an asshole and all you needed was something to relax you… Something like your boyfriend Marco. Yes, Marco Reus. The German football star but you didn’t see him that way. You met him through your best friend Erik Durm two years ago and since then you have found your soulmate. You and Marco are so different. He is black and you are white. You go right and he goes left. And that’s what you loved the most about your relationship.

You parked your car outside Marco’s house, got out and made your way towards the door. You heard different voices coming from inside so you assumed that the boys were over for another ‘FIFA night’. You unlocked the door and step inside to the sight of Marco, Erik and Pierre way too focused on the TV to notice you.

You chuckled and walked slowly towards the couch.

‘’If I was a killer I would easily kill all of you without even noticing me’’ You said, getting their attention as they paused the game.

‘’Hey liebe’’ Marco greeted you with a peck on the lips. You smiled and sat between Marco and Erik.

‘’Hallo (y/n)’’ Pierre said and Erik gave you a side hug.

‘’ So, who’s winning?’’ You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

‘’I played with Pierre, he lost so it’s me against Durm’’ Your boyfriend explained as Pierre rolled his eyes making you giggle.

They chose the teams and the game began. Marco chose Real Madrid and Erik, Barcelona. You, being a true Blaugrana, decided to take your best friend’s side and tease Marco a little bit.

‘’ Vamos Barca!’’ You yelled as the game began, making Marco look at you with a confused look on his face.

‘’Aren’t you on team Reus?’’ Your boyfriend asked you, pouting.

‘’Sorry babe, I’m on team Durm right now’’ You said and kissed his cheek.  Erik smirked and winked at Marco making your boyfriend roll his eyes.  

Erik scored first, making Marco groan and you cheer.

‘’That’s for you, my little Blaugrana’’ Erik said and kissed your cheek, making you laugh. Marco was glaring at Erik for the rest of the game without him noticing, making you bit your lip trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s jealousy. Marco knew from the start that you and Erik were best friends but that never stopped him from being jealous when Erik was doing stuff like long hugs, kisses on the cheek… You actually liked it when Marco got jealous.

The game came to an end with Erik’s victory. He scored 3 goals and your boyfriend scored 1. Marco was competitive when it comes to games especially when you are watching. You could see by the look on his face that he was annoyed with his defeat.  Erik stood up along with you and you started doing your little victory dance.  Pierre was laughing but Marco still had the ‘annoyed but trying not to show it’ look on his face.

The ‘FIFA night’ came to an end and the boys said their goodbyes to Marco. You opened the door for them and Pierre gave you a small hug then walked out of the house.

‘’We are the greatest team, aren’t we?’’ Erik said, giving you a long and tight hug.

‘’Yes we are’’ You said, hugging him back then pulled away knowing that your boyfriend is only a meter away, killing Erik in many ways inside his mind.  

‘’Goodnight’’ He said and left the house, closing the door behind him.

You slowly made your way back to the couch and sat next to a not so happy Marco. You crossed your arms over your chest.

‘’We talked about this over a hundred times. ‘’ You said, sighing. Marco raised both of his eyebrows and looked at you like he didn’t know what you were talking about.

‘’You’re jealous’’ You said, smirking.

‘’Me? Jealous? I don’t think so’’ He said and stood up, making his way to the bedroom with you, following him.

‘’Just admit it for once.’’ You said as Marco sat on the bed with you in front of him.

‘’I’m not jealous’’ He mumbled and looked away. You sighed in annoyance because of his denial.

‘’Why don’t you just say it?’’ You continued on trying to get him to admit that he is jealous only making him groan.

‘’Fine (y/n)! I’m jealous okay?! I mean he’s better looking than me! I mean everybody says that. And great now he is better and at FIFA. And he is clearly flirting with you (y/n)!’’ Marco said leaving you speechless. You didn’t know that he was insecure when it comes to Erik. Marco always had that confidence that made you fall in love with him from the first time you talked to him.

‘’Marco.. I didn’t know.. Why didn’t you tell me?’’ You whispered and sat next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

‘’I don’t know, I hate it when I get jealous.. But the thought of losing you? It kills me’’ He whispered, looking down at his feet. You kneeled in front of his, placing your hands on his cheeks, lifting his head up to look at you.

‘’Baby.. You are not going to lose me. Do you think that I don’t feel like that? I mean, you surrounded by hot models and better looking girls.. I’m scared that one day you are going to break up with me because I’m not good enough for you.’’ You mumbled, looking away.

‘’That means that we are both idiots because I’m never going to leave you’’ He whispered, making you look into his eyes.

‘’I love you so much, Reus’’ You said, kissing his lips softly. Marco kissed you back, helping you  sit on the bed.

‘’I love you more, (y/l/n)’’ He smiled against your kiss, pushing you softly to lay on the bed.

‘’Now let me show you who’s better on this game’’ He smirked, making you giggle as he kissed you again with more passion.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do a reaction (GIF of possible) when they find out you speak more than one language?

Sure! Here you go!

SeokjinJin was a little hesitant to talk to you the first time he saw you standing outside of Bighit Ent. talking a mile a minute into your phone in French. He was intimidated to say the least, here was a beautiful girl that he wanted to talk to, yet it seemed impossible when the only language he spoke was Korean and maybe a little English. When he approached you and said hello, you answered back in fluent Korean, surprising him. Jin was fascinated at the fact that you could speak more than one language, and constantly asked you to teach him French, which he got the hang of pretty quickly. 

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YoongiIt was late at night and you were home alone at the apartment you shared with Suga, talking to your parents over the phone. Suga crept in through the front door, softly closing it behind him and heard you talking on the phone. The thing that struck him as weird was that you weren’t speaking in Korean. You were speaking in Italian. Suga knew that you weren’t from Korea originally and never really prodded you as to where you were from. After you got off the phone Suga acted as he always did. He went on about his day as usual, but when you were getting ready for bed he leaned over and told you that speaking two languages was on his list for a girlfriend. He said it added to your swag and that he would be totally fine with you speaking it all the time, even though he wouldn’t be able to understand a word you were saying.

Originally posted by jungkooksarms

NamjoonBeing bilingual himself, Namjoon wasn’t that surprised that you could also speak two languages: Korean and Icelandic. After you two had begun to date, he insisted that you teach him your mother tongue. He tried learning it himself just like he did with English but gave up, showing up at your apartment complaining that it was too hard. You thought it was cute seeing your boyfriend frustrated and at his wit’s end. It always seemed like he could pick up any language so easily. He was happy to take lessons from you and started calling you “yeogyosa,” or teacher in Korean. The two of you would spend the late hours together, some nights at your place, others at his, going over the strange pronunciations and alphabet. One of the first things he learned was “I love you.” The next morning as you were making breakfast, he snuck up behind to hug you and whispered in your ear, “ég elska þig.” You looked up and smiled back, “Nado saranghae.”

HoseokHobi was so excited that you could speak another language. You spoke Japanese, which was helpful for Hobi to know since he went on tour to Japan with the boys. You started teaching him word by word trying to get him to wrap his head around the language. He should have grasped it fairly easily but Hoseok had little attention for seriously learning a new language, so you often had to bribe him with kisses and showing him your awkward dancing to get him to cooperate. Once he did learn some he did his happy dance that was showcased on AHL. He was so excited to show his newfound language skills that he ended up not speaking formally on a Japanese interview. He wasn’t fazed though and continued to show off. At the end he remembered to thank his beautiful girlfriend for teaching him Japanese, making his signature aegyo at you through the camera. 

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JiminBeing the cute cupcake that Jimin is, he was very willing for you to teach him Spanish. His reaction was overall surprise that you were so smart and talented to be able to speak two languages, he would always spit out random words not making any sense in the slightest. He would often get shy or embarrassed when he could not get a phrase or verb conjugation right, yelling out in angry Korean. First, you taught him the tenses, present, preterite, future, conditional, imperfect. His head was spinning by the end of a mere “How are you?”. He was a little intimidated by how much information there was to know, but he practiced with you any time he was off from Bangtan. He learned the phrases “Te amo” (I love you) and “Donde esta el bano?” (Where is the bathroom?) pretty quickly. And soon he knew all sorts of phrases thanks to his sheer determination. He would say a lot of stuff to his hyungs, and often get into trouble because they had no idea if what he was saying was rude or not. All in all, learning the Spanish culture and language was an activity that Jimin enjoyed thoroughly and he planned on going to Spain with you in the near future. 

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TaehyungV was utterly unaware that you spoke two languages. Living in Korea there was no need for you to speak Chinese. You were backstage for one of their award shows, talking to Got7’s Jackson. You were speedily talking away with him about promotions and how the Got7 boys were doing. When V got off stage he stood there stunned at you talking to Jackson with such grace and confidence. You were always a little shaky and nervous when you spoke Korean and now he knew the reason why. On the way home V asked you to teach him your first language. He wanted to be able to talk with you in your own language like you did for him every day. Being a little absent-minded sometimes, V couldn’t really learn your language all the way through, eventually giving up and sticking to a few key phrases you taught him. Wanting to make it up to you, V made sure to leave notes around the house for you to find written in perfect Chinese, always making you smile.

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JungkookYou and Jungkook were on your weekly date, just leaving the Thai restaurant a block away from your shared apartment. You approach a woman looking down at a map and her phone which was saying directions in German. You saw that she was totally clueless, even with the directions her phone gave her. Letting go of your boyfriend’s hand, you walked up to the woman and asked her in fluent German where she was going. She nodded vigorously at you and thanked you profusely for your help and went on her merry way. Going back to Jungkook’s side, he had a look of astonishment on his face. You two continued on your way home, all the while Jungkook questioning you about how you knew German and if he could learn it too. You agreed to teach him and he bounced on the balls of his feet acting like the little kid he was. He picked up German really quickly and soon you two were talking to your mom and dad on skype about what was going on in your lives. Jungkook was proud of himself and you for being so committed, teaching him from a different time zone when you were out of the country. Jungkook also had some fun with saying naughty German phrases to his hyungs when they were at dance practices, earning him some backhands from Jin and Suga.

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Caejose Week 9/4 - Sunflowers

Caesar had been anxiously pacing around the hotel room, so Jojo had suggested that they go out to explore the city of St. Moritz. Who knew the next time they’d be in Switzerland after all, so they might as well enjoy it.

They walked along a quaint row of shops alongside the Lej da San Murezzan, taking in the sights of the city. It was very different than England or New York, everything moved at a more leisurely pace. Jojo cast a glance over at his partner as he conversed with one of the shopkeepers. Surprisingly enough, a large number of the people of St. Moritz spoke Italian so Caesar was doing just fine. Jojo had picked up some Italian from his time with him, and some German from being around Stroheim so he could butcher his way through communication with the locals.

“Jojo!” Caesar called to snap him out of his trance as he stared at the blond man. “This nice woman here told me about a fantastic cafe just a few blocks over. Would you like to go with me?” Caesar pointed to a small building a ways away. Jojo looked at where we was gesturing, his eyes sweeping the street. They stopped on a small stall about halfway to the cafe, an idea forming.

“You go ahead, Caesar. I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.” The man gave him a curious look, but nodded, thanked the shopkeeper, and headed off.

Jojo waited until Caesar was a good ways away, then tried his best to sneak up the street. Hopefully without his partner noticing, he made it to the stall that had caught his attention. A bundle of sunflowers peeked out amid a mass of other flowers, something Jojo hadn’t expected to see amid the snow and cold weather. It was a welcome surprise.

“Mi scusi signora.*” Jojo fumbled, pointing at the bundle of sunflowers “quanto costa?”

“7,50 franchi signore”

“Li vorrei, per favore.” He replied, digging through his pockets for the coins and placing them on the counter

“È un regalo per una bella ragazza, signore?”

“No, un bel ragazzo.” Jojo beamed with a blush and the lady smiled back at him, wrapping the bouquet and thanking him for his purchase. Jojo couldn’t keep the stupid grin off his face as he hustled to the cafe, hoping he hadn’t kept Caesar waiting too long.

He found his partner at a table outside the cafe, two cups of coffee in front of him. “There you are, Joestar! What took you so long, you coffee is almost col-” Jojo presented the flowers with a flourish and Caesar stopped mid sentence. “Are these for me?” “Of course they are you dummy, I don’t know any other pretty blond boys with a penchant for sunflowers around here.” Caesar could feel a slight tinge of red adorn his cheeks as Jojo handed over the bouquet. Despite the brisk climate, they were blooming beautifully.

Caesar held the flowers tightly against his chest, eyes closed as if he were lost in thought. He was quiet for a few minutes before whispering a quiet “grazie.”

“Don’t mention it, thanks for the coffee.”


“Excuse me ma’am.” Jojo fumbled, pointing at the bundle of sunflowers “How much?”

“7.50 francs sir”

“I’ll take them, please .” He replied, digging through his pockets for the coins and placing them on the counter

“A gift for a pretty girl, sir?”

“No, a pretty boy.”

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if this is a stupid question, but are Dobermans and miniature pinschers even... related in any other way besides being dogs? I can see the color pattern similarities but that's about it. My aunt has one and its like an I'll behaved chiwawa.(she refuses ANY training, including basic manners, she even lets it sit on her lap when people are trying to eat) But apparently the breeder she got it from gave her papers and everything.

Miniature Pinschers are indeed related to Doberman Pinschers, through the German Pinscher ancestry. However, all three Pinschers were bred to radically different ideals, and really have ceased being very similar since the olden days when itty bitty Doberman Pinschers were only a few inches taller than Germans (now they are practically twice the size, back then 20in was a “very large” male).


Mahler - Das Lied von der Erde

Recently I’ve came up with my own little “theory” or “interpretation” of Mahler’s music. So disclaimer; this is just a little thought experiment, a very subjective interpretation of art, and so none of this is “correct”, especially when dealing with absolute music. In Western culture there is a huge distinction between the “sacred” and the “profane”, with the sacred being religious ideas, something larger than ourselves that can’t be tarnished, and the profane being the more base human interactions. In Mahler’s music, again and again, it seems that the only way to connect with the sacred is through the profane. Here we have German translations of Chinese drinking songs and poems, with two singers taking turns singing each song. The first two songs are poems by Li Bai and Qian Qi, and can be seen as the first “part” of the symphony, a tragic opening drinking song about how life seems meaningless if everything dies. The next three shorter, lighter songs, all poems by Li Bai, can be the second “part”, about childish joy, the beauty of nature, and a drunk man’s cease the day attitude. The last song is the longest, taking up half of the pieces run time, and includes an expansive orchestral interlude. This song, a combination of poems by Meng Haoran, Wang Wei, and the inclusion of some of Mahler’s own lines, and takes on a theme of finality that isn’t somber. Like many of his works, this ending isn’t an ending at all, it’s simply a cumulation of what came before, this cycle of life and death continues forever. And how the music shows this transcendence! When realizing that all of this pain, this joy, this life that ends, that every individual life is in a great web of experiences, how the music shows this peace, this recognition… “ewig…ewig…” droning on. The work itself doesn’t really end, it simply fades away, and the spirit of the music continues long after the orchestra goes silent.


1. Das Trinklied vom Jammer der Erde

2. Der Einsame im Herbst

3. Von der Jugend

4. Von der Schönheit

5. Der Trunkene im Frühling

6. Der Abschied

Bad Day | Kurt Wagner

Title: Bad Day
Author: Clara
Character: Kurt Wagner
Warnings: none
Prompt: anon: “good day! can I please get a one-shot, where Kurt is comforting the reader? her mutation is healing & empathy and she gets really tired of going through the whole School’s emotional tensions on everyday basis. she tries to make it seem A-okay, but Kurt knows better. I really hope it was clear :) Thank you so much for your work! xo”

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I am not nearly done posting Jewish headcanons for Homestuck characters! Here’s some for the alpha kids  (trigger warning for mentions of anti-semitic hate crimes in the first paragraph)

Jane Crocker spending a long time hating her wild dark hair, her big nose, her buck teeth, her wide hips, the Jewishness stamped all across her phenotype. Jane Crocker dealing with constant assassination attempts, but also anti-semitic hate crimes along with them, swastikas spray-painted on her suburban house and oven jokes at school and the constant rumors that her future as Heiress of a powerful baking corporation is just the tip of the iceberg of a vast Zionist conspiracy. Jane Crocker tuning that bullshit out, throwing herself into the comedic tradition of Jewish writers, loving Chabon and Kellerman and Kemelman and Paretsky and Kaminsky. Jane Crocker being the best fucking kosher cook in all of Washington, and knowing it. Jane Crocker being proud of who she is.

Roxy Lalonde knowing that her mother was Jewish, and trying to grow closer to her legacy by embracing Jewish traditions. Roxy Lalonde guided by the principles of Tikkun Olam and tzedakah and Jewish social justice as she tries to support the starving carapaces and provide just a little hope in a world of complete subjugation by the Condesce. Roxy Lalonde, back when she used to drink, throwing big Purim parties every year for the all the carapaces with pumpkin hamentaschen and everyone drinking and laughing until they can’t tell the difference between Haman and Mordecai. If the carapaces are really getting into it, she organizes a skit, and casts herself as Vashti, but the point isn’t really the traditions, it’s the momentary relief and happiness they bring.

Dirk Strider dismissing Judaism, like sexual orientation labels and a whole host of other things, as antediluvian and anachronistic, but still reading the entirety of the Talmud just to prove he can. At age thirteen he doesn’t even consider holding a Bar Mitzvah for himself, but he’s old enough to be a mature adult so he celebrates by making his first AI. As it turns out, Hal never really grows out of the religion stuff, but Dirk just chalks that up to a combination of immaturity and a robotic desire to find meaning in an artificial existence.

Jake English being taught about Judaism by his Grandma, but finding more meaning in the historical stories of Jewish bravery in the fact of Persian, Assyrian, Greek, Roman, Russian, Polish, German, French, American subjugation than in the religious traditions. Jake English looking up to the Maccabees as role models, even though Grandma Jade assured him that the Maccabees probably would have killed him for being too assimilated, so he shouldn’t get too attached to their legend. Jake using Jewish heroes and surivors as his guides, drawing strength from them to be passionately angry at the Batterwitch for all she’s done to humanity, but also trying to convince himself that sometimes, the best way to get through something is to prioritize survival.

Roxy tries to keep everyone together during the dark times of their session by insisting on celebrating Jewish holidays together. Jane fusses over getting all the rituals just right, and Dirk won’t stop bringing up the halachic basis for every little detail, even when no one asked, but Jake is very enthusiastic, and between the four of them they manage to pull off a few good celebrations between November and April. Less than a month into their session they celebrate Hannukah, and thankfully Jane’s house contains several large barrels of canola oil, so Jake never gets a chance to joke about running out of oil. It turns out Roxy is ridiculously good at dreidel, and she cleans them out of all their boonbucks while Jane strokes her mustache, casts some suspicious glances, and wonders allowed how it’s even possible to be that good at a game of pure luck.  

On Tu'Bishvat they all make their way over to LOMAX to at least enjoy some plant life, and when Purim comes around things are starting to come across at the seams, but they still gather on LOPAN as Roxy tries to corral them all into performing a skit, because she insists it’s tradition. Dirk is the most unengaged Ahashverosh in all of paradox space, but Roxy insists that’s pretty accurate to the original story, and even if Jane is a terrible actor is turns out she makes a pretty passable Esther. Jake plays up the role of Mordecai to a ridiculous degree, dramatically declaring his intentions to protect Dirk and Jane from Haman, who Roxy protrays with excessive sweeping gestures and a villianous mustache borrowed from Jane. AR voices all the minor characters with as little emotion as possible in his voice, and all in all, the play is an inconsistent flop, but the four of them still eat Jane’s light, buttery hamentaschen together before dispersing to the safety and isolation of their own planets.

After all the others are dead and gone Roxy does her best to give Rose a Jewish funeral on LOWAS, burying her before the body gets cold because she doesn’t know a lot about Jewish burial practices but she knows that’s a thing. She collects tiny glowing pebbles from among the tree roots, and heaps them on Rose’s grave, trying to express all her love for her mother/daughter/sister that she never had a chance to show her in life.

Oh my god you guys, there are credible Jewish interpretations for literally every human character in Homestuck, and even next winter when everyone’s drawing these kids in dorky Christmas sweaters I’m just going to wrap myself up in a blanket of Jewish headcanons and feel really proud of myself, because I fucking love Jewish characters who draw strength and meaning from their heritage even in the face of incredible amounts of bullshit.

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The Student Union of Jondishapour University in Ahvaz, Iran by Kamran Diba, 1968-1972. The building is built using elongated brick indigenous to the region surrounding the delta of the Tigris and Euphrates and is built in a traditional Islamic plan, being centered around various courtyards. An exaggerated staircase leads up to a gate framed by towers, emphasizing the importance of the project as a grand entrance. The architectural language is influenced by the bold revolutionary German modernist movement and the monumentalism of Italian futurism. In addition the artist was influenced by artist Giorgio de Chirico and his operatic scenes set in desolate deserts with dramatic lighting. Through this, the structure manipulates the harsh desert light into an art form. Diba combines all of these elements into a way that mirrors the utilitarian principles of southern Persian architecture and thus retains the unique national identity of Iran.

homebasered  asked:

Can you tell us why/how you travelled so much?

I dunno if this is an interesting story, but I’ll try to make it interesting.

When I first immigrated to America I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Or at least, not a solid choice with good options. My mother tried to be fair to me and to herself, and said “I’m planning to move to America. I’d love for you to come with me, but if you don’t want to leave, you don’t have to. You could stay with your grandparents.” I chose to go with her, which, I think, was a pretty obvious choice to a 10 year old who’d lived with that mother their whole lives and couldn’t imagine any alternative.

So, in that sense, I was kind of thrown into America. And for a good 2-3 years, I hated it. 

I was a smart kid in Russia - I read at a high-school level. In America, I was dumb. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t understand simple instruction in GYM class. I couldn’t go anywhere by myself. The kids in my class, after gawking at me like a shiny new toy for 3 days, quickly disappeared after they realized that trying to communicate with me was too much of a chore and too awkward. The teachers tried to be nice, but it was difficult to deal with a child who couldn’t communicate with them. The kids on the bus made it a daily game to lean over their seats and repeat my broken English at me in funny voices, trying to rile me up. 

It was especially frustrating because my mother had specifically told me: “You aren’t allowed to punch people in America.” And when I asked her “why?!” in an indignant tone of my Freedom Fists being taken away from me, she explained gravely “Because we will get sued. Everyone in America sues everyone else. We will get sued, lose all of our money and go to jail.” 

So, punching was benched. My language was benched. I rode out elementary school in a perpetual state of numb frustration, flanked by my mother’s own struggle with culture shock and isolation. She couldn’t cook - the ovens were different, the food was different, she couldn’t find any of her usual spices and ingredients in the grocery store. Her Master’s Degree in Architecture from a Russian University might as well have been a crayon drawing of a gold medal from the perspective of potential careers. She couldn’t make friends, because of her English. 

On her birthday party, my step-father, in a desperate attempt to give her a way to socialize, invited all his work friends and their wives. They tried to talk to her about house-keeping, about the weather - my mother was horrified. I remember coming over to her to offer her cake, and having it yanked from my hands with dark mutters of “they don’t even dare breathe a word of politics of geography, why does everything have to be about laundry?!” Half an hour later, she dug up a bottle of vodka from god knows where, dragged all the middle-aged white-picket-fence women to her table by their hair and taught them the proper Russian way to take a shot. The men staggered back from the bar to find the women singing something at their table, the vodka empty. My mother, bitter but victorious, sat at the head of the table. 

I was slightly more successful. Eventually I came to have friends - one by one. By middle school, I had more or less mastered the art of Not Fucking Up in English. I kicked and screamed my way out of ESL class (well, I tested out. Grumpily.), and my school finally put me back on a regular track with Literature and other subjects. 

In high school, I started learning German for fun, because both of my grandparents also spoke it. In college, I picked up Japanese to expand my roster. 

I went to Europe for a university trip during a Psych of the Holocaust class, and realized that in Berlin, I could figure my way around small-talk in German. In Check Republic I could understand the shop-keepers’s questions and nod at the right times through Slavic language parallels. I realized that in each country I went to, I was more powerful than I thought - that despite being a million miles from my comfort zone, my comfort was always with me. 

By the time I was graduating, I was graduating with a Linguistics Degree, and an acute obsession with learning more languages (which, I think is pretty common for all Linguistics majors).

In 2013 I applied to the JET program. In 2014 I was on the plane, heading towards Tokyo - and eventually, towards Yamagata prefecture. 

I feel strangely at home when I’m not at home. Call it an itch, call it Wanderlust, or Fernweh, whatever. My initial encounter with culture shock left me with an adrenaline rush - and I kind of like it. I no longer feel like I belong in Russia - but I don’t feel like I belong in America. No matter which country I’ve repeatedly come back to, neither feels more or less like home. No matter where I go, people remind me that I am part of The Other Place. Rather, I feel like I am constantly in a state of having one foot on either continent and am bobbing along the sea without ever making land. 

And in a way, I’ve gotten so used to it, I don’t want to stop. I’m now home-shy, and I don’t want a place to go back to. Rather, I’d prefer to keep traveling and keep seeing more and more, because consistently moving through as a visitor has become a state of being which is the closest to home I can identify with. 

Just an outside perspective from a German linguistics nerd...

Just a heads-up: You need a bit more info to properly define pronouns in German since our grammar is more complicated than the English one.

Some like er_sie and sie_er are obvious since it’s just two of the usual ones attached to each other, but I would have serious trouble if I tried to use most of the others in more than a simple sentence.
Xier/xieser/dier/xier/xies/xiem/xien (this really looks like different forms of a single pronoun, not two distinct ones) is a bit better defined and I can sort of tell which form is meant to be which, but it’s impossible to be sure without listing them in a table. Preferably with labels since the existing ones aren’t all that regular in the first place.

You may also want to remove es from your pronoun list, it really is the equivalent to calling someone “it” and would be seen by most as derogatory outside very specific circumstances following the use of a neuter animate noun. (More on that later.)

This is probably incomplete but first you have to decline the pronoun across the four cases (nominative, genitive, dative and accusative) depending on where in a sentence it’s used to refer to someone. The process is fairly irregular, so everyone I know just remembers them without paying attention to patterns.

Then there are possessive pronouns that also depend on the grammatical gender and case of the targeted noun. Neuter (Neutrum and unambiguous in German) is an existing grammatical gender here and I think the declination is the same across all referents, so only the stem or masculine singular has to be specified and can be extended into the six forms necessary by anyone who knows the language.
I think the matching nominalisations should be trivial too.
(Some nouns describing people are neuter already, but iirc those are mostly diminutives which lead at least to some controversy and deprecated a few animate nouns. Adding a fourth grammatical gender to the language would be incredibly complicated, so I suppose someone’s preferred grammatical gender is actually something you’d have to ask about too for this language.)

The German reflexive pronoun sich is already completely gender neutral, interestingly enough. (It only applies to the 3rd person accusative, in other cases and speaker contexts personal pronouns are used and possibly specified with selbst (“-self”).)

The next category are demonstratives which, as in English, exist is distal and proximal variants, and additionally there’s a paradigm converted from relative pronouns by spoken emphasis. (The third paradigm isn’t that common in writing because it’s a bit colloquial. It can also be used in place of the distal one by adding da (“there”) or similar specifiers.)
The demonstratives can be automatically derived from modified reflexives/the default grammatical genders without quite calling someone “it” though, it seems.

Relative pronouns in German in part follow the determinate articles, which I don’t quite know of whether it would be considered offensive to use the neuter grammatical gender. (Again, the only animate nouns that are gender neutral that I remember on the fly are (implied) diminutives, which require the neuter grammatical gender.)
If you use the neuter-grammatical-gender one as demonstrative that’s very close to calling someone “it” though.

Otherwise… determinative pronouns (“that _ (is …)”) don’t really exist gender-neutrally for determinate counts. It’s pretty much the “it” problem again but I suppose you wouldn’t use them in conjunction with people unless you’re joking or talking down to them.

The parts of the German language that are actually somewhat compatible with indeterminate gender are interrogative words and indeterminate plurals, though there’s certainly debate about what really is politically correct. The normal masculine plural is usually understood as indeterminately mixed more than as all-male group for example, but you wouldn’t use that to officially address or formally write about people. (There are ways to adjoin the masculine and feminine forms but those are disliked by a sizeable share of the population due to being terrible to read, at least when shortened - which doesn’t work in spoken language, and I suppose is also not entirely sufficient to create catch-all terms.)

Maybe something interesting to note: Newer German laws must be written to be gender neutral. To achieve that goal, they for the most part use nominalised gerund-equivalent adjectivated(?) verbs to describe groups through their activity.
(Yes, this is by far the most readable and intuitive thing to do, even if it’s completely artificial. It also absolutely does not work for the singular, of which there are only distinctly masculine and feminine forms for each profession and many common functions.)
My uni also seems to have in part taken to doing this, since it’s surprisingly non-terrible. It could actually end up catching on where possible.

Also interesting: If I’m not mistaken all Finnish pronouns are of indeterminate gender, so it’s trivial to refer correctly to someone in that language because you simply can’t do it incorrectly.
The ones you list seem in fact to be the only 3rd-person personal pronouns the language has.
(I only chatted very briefly about this with someone, so I have no idea about the finer points though. According to him finding an unknown-gender personal pronoun is a complete non-issue in Finnish and the “it” connotations don’t exist either.)


wowee i’m gonna just erase the german ones and link this post lol thank you

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Kiki’s 200 Follower Celebration Word Challenge

Word Prompt:  Kaiserschmarr’n from @faymenelmir

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 994

Warnings: None

A/N: Two drabbles back to back? What?! I’m on fire! Anyways, hope ya’ll enjoy this little unbeta’d piece. xoxo

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If there was one thing the world knew about (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), it’s that you adored international food.

Whether it was from Peru or Thailand, food was your passion. So much in fact that you had planned on attending culinary school to master the art form. Well, until you came home one night from a study session your junior year of high school and found your family torn to shreds in the living room.

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