*The City Is Often A Loud Place, Filled With The Bustling Of Thousands Of Individual Lives All Trying

I don’t think people realise how easy it is to feel ugly when you’re South East Asian.

I know so many popular East Asian bloggers, who always get so many notes because of how elegant and refined and. Pale. They are. Those are standards most of us can never achieve. I’ve never seen a selfie set of a southeast Asian girl break 1k: but I’ve seen plenty, and I mean plenty of pale East Asians break 3k easy.

I know East Asian bloggers who go on about racism against East Asians and act like it’s universal. I know some who will talk about East Asian racism but never breathe a word about racism against southeast Asians.

I know East Asian bloggers who literally don’t follow any South East Asians. The ones who say that it doesn’t matter because “we’re all East Asian!” Technically. Or those who act like we’re a different breed and a different species.

I wonder if most East Asians know that their beauty standards get passed down to our countries. I wonder if they know how it hurts a lot of us.

So I’m giving a shoutout to every southeast Asian girl. Every one of you,if us, deserves to feel pretty.

I’m talking about the Indonesian gals with broad noses. The Malay girls who wear Tudung and are mocked. Chinese Singaporeans who are still not “Chinese enough” for mainlanders. Filipino girls who feel guilty about their curly or frizzy hair. Indian Singaporeans who are feel like they need to be pale to be worth something ( you don’t). Thai girls who are told their country is only good for farming rice. Myanmar girls who get asked mockingly if they’re domestic workers. Even if you are, there is no shame in that. Every Cambodian girl who felt bad about having thick lips. I know I left a lot of people out, and I’m sorry. But if you’re reading this and haven’t seen yourself here - you are just as worthy and my spirit and strength and good wishes are with you

You are all beautiful. Every single one of you. We are all beautiful. It’s hard to see it and it’s hard to feel it sometimes but we are. You are. Every one of you. Pride to our people!

This kid is awesome

Gσσɠʅҽ ιʂ ϝιɳҽ. Tԋҽ Hσʂƚ... ɯҽʅʅ....

*there's even more silence*

"...What did you do."

°...and he shifts, it's the first movement since the struggling stopped°

*the kitten went back to him and tried to comfort him*

°He's fine...°

°His hand goes still for a moment, resting motionless on his leg, then shifts over to scritch behind the cat's ears. The phone rests on his other leg, his camera letting out a soft beep to say it's on low battery.°

°CJ slipped over to the matress again where Jim was. He checked the injury on his head, bleeding long stopped but a nasty bruise and the evidence of the cut still there.°

°Carefully, he pulled up Jim's shirt and checked his sides, winceing as the same side that had the head injury had extensivene bruising on it too despite the healing help from @number1120. He really hoped nothing in there was broken. He pulled out his phone and texted Doc as much.°

"..Host? Host is that you?! Are you ok? Where are you?!"

*the question is reflexive, not like there are any landmarks or obvious places the reporter can see, but it made sense just in case he could follow Host's voice*

°CJ stops staring at the snake for a second. The Host? He's ok? There's a spark of hope in his eyes.°

Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They drop the Jims in a light patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσυɳƈισυʂ.

"Void Residents? Who are-"

*CJ manages to land on their back, still curled protectively around his camera, RJ lands on his end*

"Ow-! Wait, unconcious? Why would we be-..Jim?"

*CJ hands over his camera to RJ, who's more than a little shocked to be actually holding it. CJ looks directly at the snake and begins to sign.*

°Ok you look here you vantablack worm, you aren't getting away clean with this. I don't care who you work for, especially if you're so wrapped around their fingers that they've got you doing their dirty work, all I care about is that you're out here, stealing people and bringing them to lose who they are. My name is Jim, my brother is Jim, and we'll get out of here one way or another.°

👁w👁

*multiple different people suddenly feel watched by something that gives off ominous owo energy.*

*They waited in confusion.*

°He pulls his hand out and looks at it for a second.°

°...Just testing the waters. He steps forward and slips through the portal, really hoping this was the right choice.°

meow *he nuzzles in his hair and starts to sleep* mew mew mew. mew mew mew mew mew. mew? mew mew mew mew mew mew mew. *He is The Void. The. Whole. Void. but, he just wants a nap*

"Ok-

-ok, I, I don't speak cat, so I'm going to draw from that, that you are but you're not going to hurt us, I'm trusting this conclusion for now."

°Is- Is my hair really that comfortable??°

"It is soft Jim."

*there's a moment*

"Wow these past- I don't even know, it's been... wow."

°...yeah.°

*...*

°...I think I'm going to move very slowly and sit down on the couch. Would it.. would you be... Is it ok if-?°

"..Yeah?"

°Do you think you could, maybe, run to the store? We probably need cat supplies...?°

"Oh, yeah, right, will you be ok?"

°I will be ok, I'm an adult Jim.°

"Yeah, ok, I should be back soon, stay safe, call if anything happens, you know where the flashligh-"

°Jim?°

"Yeah?"

°It will be ok, I promise.°

*RJ gets an odd look about him for a moment, looking like that reassurance had hit a little harder than intended, but he blinks a few times and straightens up*

"Ok, yeah, I'll be back soon."

*RJ heads for the door, unlocking each lock before going out*

"See you, bro."

°See you, brother.°

If ur arabic ur great If ur arabic and muslim ur great If ur arabic and queer ur great If ur arabic and muslim and queer ur great I know it seems hard to believe but you’re not bad you’re not awful