words by jaegermighty, podfic by boofadil
sara x felicity, 2534 words, rated teen

Sara blinks at her for a second, then laughs again, utterly charmed and wow, she’s wearing tights.This girl is wearing tights and a sundress in the middle of a Habitat for Humanity work site in dusty-ass Wyoming, and Sara really could not be more into this.

"You’re cute," she says.

Felicity’s eyes widen behind her glasses. “I am?”

"You are." Sara tosses her cigarette, hooks her thumbs in her belt loops and does her best John Wayne stance. "You wanna hang out for a bit?"

"Um, sure," Felicity says, still sounding surprised. "Just, like, right now?"

"Why not?" Sara looks over Felicity’s shoulder, squinting at the bulk of their group, sitting on the grass in the sunshine and eating the gross bagged lunches. "You got a better place to be?"

"No." Felicity smiles, looking delighted. "Okay."

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THE MAGIC BEGINS: 8. a scene you really wanted to be in the movies, but wasn’t.

"I didn’t want anyone to talk to me," said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
"Well, that was a bit stupid of you," said Ginny angrily, "seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels." 
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled around.
"I forgot," he said.
"Lucky you," said Ginny coolly.

(Order of the Phoenix, Chapter 23)

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Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

But I didn’t.

I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.

Ray Salazar, Mexican etiquette some white people need to learn on dad’s 77th birthday.

Saluden Muchachxs, saluden.

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My brother won’t speak to me, my wife cheated on me, and I have nowhere to go. And I’m about to be slapped with a huge lawsuit. But I’m not drinking. At least I’m not drinking.

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Sooo this happened today. It’s the Decade Dance at Alice’s school and they were allowed to dress up for it. We went with 70s Punk Rock. She’s gonna be blitzkrieg bopping it all over the place.


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We’re slayers, girlfriend. The chosen two.

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I wanna live like this llama

Please unmute this. 




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