#im not romani

[xpastelsweetsx]

Ope and we're busting out the big boy slurs

[vitsa-didicoy]

How to Donate to the Domari Society of Gypsies in Jerusalem

As many of you may know, the Domari community in Palestine is suffering alongside native Palestinians in the genocidal campaign headed by Israel.

Though we do not know much of the Domari's struggles in detail, I can only imagine it is the same extent as the Palestinians' struggles.

The Domari Society was founded by director Amoun Sleem in 2000 and since then she and her staff have done incredible things for the Domari, including providing resources and education to women and children.

On the Domari Society website, there is information on how to send donations via bank transfer, but considering that their main avenue may not be the most accessible to share and donate, I am making this post providing a step-by-step guide on how to donate to the Domari Society of Gypsies in Jerusalem.

This method works only if you have a PayPal and/or Xoom account (Xoom is owned by PayPal so if you only have PP, you can still donate.)

Step-by-Step:

Click this [link] here. It will take you to Xoom's page for sending money to Israel (Jerusalem is occupied by Israel, so it must be through them). Make sure you are signed in to either Xoom or PayPal.

Enter a minimum amount of 35.66 shekels (minimum 10.01 USD) to send. Click (Send Now) to progress to the next page.

3. Confirm information on screen and click (Next).

4. Select (Bank Deposit) and click (Next).

5. When selecting a bank, click (Other) and it will bring you to a page where you must enter the IBAN number of the bank you want to send money to. The IBAN for the Domari Society's bank is IL040176380000002503877 (copy and paste this exactly). Confirm that the bank is Mercantile Discount Bank Ltd and click (Next).

6. Enter in contact information. It is as follows: First Name: Domari Last Name: Society Address 1: Shua'fat, Derech Shua'fat 10 City: Jerusalem Phone Number: +97225324510 Email: domarisociety@gmail.com

7. Enter any information required and choose your payment option. On the last page, confirm the information listed and if everything is correct, click (Send).

Bank transfer may take a few days, but congratulations! You just donated to the Domari Society of Gypsies in Jerusalem. Know that your contribution will go towards the betterment of the Domari in Palestine.

Also, most information is found on the Domari Society's website, so if you wish to confirm that the donation is legitimate you can check the bank details here: [link]

Please share this whether you donate or not, it could mean life or death for Dom under occupation. May we all see a day where our people are safe. Te aven baxtalo 💙❤️💚

[deadsetobsessions]

This is based off of that one tiktok from @sorruna where it’s the audio from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse.

——

Dick Grayson was a sneaky, intelligent little shit.

He was also dumb. These things are not mutually exclusive.

To this day, one of his best kept secrets- one of the many, many that he had now- was something he’d take to his grave.

Or to Jason’s grave, at least.

Dick sat down and began telling the story to ears that would never truly hear it.

——

Batman’s voice rumbled behind him as Dick, in his Robin suit, stood blankly on top of a roof.

“I know you snuck out last night, Robin.”

Dick froze, train of thought about his dinner derailed. Holy busted, Batman! Quick! Play dumb!

“Who’s Robin?” He asked, the years of performing in front of a large crowd coming to save his ass.

Not that dumb!

Batman sent him a dry look, reprimand already poised on his lips. Dick, however, was nothing but a good performer. Nay, a dedicated performer.

Quick! Do something out of character! He shouted at himself, panicking visibly. He stepped backwards, an idea appearing in his head. In his defense, it sounded like an amazing idea at the time. He had no idea it would blow up into a Justice League issue. If he had known… Dick would have lied better, probably. There was no way he was going to let B bench him for weeks!

“Who the fuck are you?!” He yelped. Dick apologized mentally to Alfred and his parents. Batman paused, stunned.

“That’s my question. Who are you?!” Bruce asked, immediately hostile. His son doesn’t curse. Well, not in any normal way anyways. Dick quickly backpedaled by yelling at him with a heavy Vlax dialect, missing his parents terribly as he screamed stranger danger in rudimentary Romany. After this, he was going to have to convince Bruce to get him a language tutor. He refused to forget one of the only ties he had left to his parents.

“Wait, wait- you’re my son.” Bruce replied back, in perfect Romany. He looked more convinced but still skeptical.

“My dad is a circus performer! Not a flying rat!” Dick screeched back. He couldn’t help but feel touched about Bruce seeing him like a son.

“Oy! Keep it down out there, you assholes! Some of us like our sleep, damn!” A random Gothamite screamed out of their window.

“Yo, shut the fuck up! The vigilantes are helping to keep the rent low, motherfucker!” Another Gothamite shouted back.

….

Needless to say, Bruce quickly brought Dick back to the cave- with precautions to make sure he didn’t figure out where the Cave was if Dick was actually someone else.

——

“You would have loved it, Little Wing. B was running around like a headless chicken. The memory loss protocol was actually made because of me, you know.” Dick chuckled, sniffling as he talked to the carved gravestone.

It did not reply.

——

The blood tests came back. Yeppers, Dick sarcastically thought, who woulda thought I’m me?

Reinforcements were called in.

Meaning, Batgirl.

“Watch him while I contact Justice League Dark.”

“You think it’s magic?” Barbara asked.

“Yes. There was no one else near our vicinity that could affect Dick like this. He has no head wounds.”

“Eesh. Okay, go. I’ll watch him.”

Bruce disappeared in his zeta tube, looking harried. So, to everyone that’s not a Bat, he looked absolutely terrifying.

“What did you get yourself into now, Boy Wonder?” Barbara sighed. Dick was careful to keep any signs of recognition out of his face.

“Stop calling me that! Where are my parents?!” He asked back. Barbara coughed and looked uncomfortably away.

That’s right, Babs. I’m pulling out the orphan card. Feel bad. Dick hid his feral grin.

“They’re… uh, busy.” Busy being dead, Barbara thought, immediately wincing at her own thoughts. Apparently, Dick thought the excuse was lame too, and he sent her an incredulous look.

“Would you like refreshments, Master Dick?”

“What?”

Alfred held out some cookies on a platter, giving Babs a quelling look as she tried to reach for his share.

“Oh, wow, these are really good!” Dick said as he shoveled cookies into his mouth. He tried to replicate the reaction he had when he tried these for the first time, and from Alfred’s satisfied look, Dick nailed it.

——

“Robin doesn’t remember who he is.” Batman rumbled as he all but dragged Zatanna and Constantine by the scuff of their jackets towards the zeta tubes.

“Hey, wait-”

“We have no time.” Batman snarled, tossing the two magic users into the zeta. He punched in the destination.

When they got there, he glared at the two magic users until they got into the cave.

“Damn, Bats. Really living up to your name, huh?”

“Not bad,” Zatanna said as she looked around.

“Robin,” Batman- Bruce- reminded them. He did a quick glance over to check on his kids, and found them satisfactorily uninjured. Though, Barbara was looking worse for wear. Bruce quickly found out why as she stalked to him.

“You deal with him.” She muttered. “I’m going home.”

Bruce blinked and nodded. “Get home safe.”

Zatanna and Constantine followed Batman as he walked towards Robin. It was odd to see the normally laughing child frown.

“It’s you! The kidnapper! Where are my parents?!”

Bruce winced which, for him, was akin to a full body flinch and recoil. No wonder Barbara was so tired.

“Fix it.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Batsy.” Constantine grumbled.

“Well help, Batman. Though… I’m not sure if he should be doing that.”

Bruce sharply turned his head back to where Dick was. Emphasis on was. Because now, he’s halfway up the giant dinosaur the Robin had insisted they keep.

“Robin, get down from there!”

“Stranger Danger!” Dick hollered back.

Batman- Bruce Wayne- sighed.

“That’s high level magic,” Zatanna hummed. “I can’t feel anything, but I know for sure that he won’t die. Magic like that either dissipates naturally or…”

“Lasts forever,” Constantine finished.

Bruce groaned, shooting off a grappling line and swooping upwards to catch Dick as he fell from the giant dinosaur.

——

“I pretended to get my memories back later,” Dick chuckled. “And pretended to forget the whole thing. Bruce was so relieved that I stopped knocking things over and trying to do cartwheels in high places that he totally forgot I snuck out.”

Dick patted the headstone.

“But between you and me? I’m pretty sure Alfred knew. I think B pissed him off that week.”

[mxfrodo]

y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???

[salllltie]

Day 7: Favorite Human

Shinigami!! she is so pretty and absolutely hilarious. her cackling when she fights is adorable. she might be a witchy emo with too much eye make up

[mako-neexu]

was NO ONE going to inform me the fact that HARUKAWA SENSEI drew ROMANI as far back as before 2020 or WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIND THAT OUT MYSELF

oh my god she even drew back then merlin, ritsuka, asclepius, mash, junao, and euryale

[weirdnotal]

The bat kids don't deserve the bland whiteness that DC gives them, and as a mixed child who is often presumed as white, I would love to see DC explore this more honestly. Nothing has to change dramatically about their characters (except maybe some features)

[wolvierinez]

i kind of feel like dick grayson is in a very weird place rn just from what ive seen when ive dared venture outside of my circles

like.

hes sexualised a lot, something i can trace back to devins run on him that sexualised him and his romani identity (which she introduced and then stopped wanting to research after a few issues) and how it's still prevalent in fandom spaces for people to characterise dick as some kind of hot blooded "gypsy" to objectify. and sometimes people are obvious about what stereotypes about us they're reducing us down to but sometimes its a lot more covert until it hits you in the face and you realise this person is racist and doesn't view your people as anything other than something "exotic" to fantasise about while ignoring us and our struggles irl.

but in those same spaces there are people saying he's white/gadjo/not romani at all, Actually, and his sexualisation Totally isn't linked to ideas introduced by a very racist writer. that No One is sexualising him because of his heritage and its purely because of his ass or something, or because he's good looking and implying that some of it just might be linked to racism is wrong and bad. that he's "bad romani rep" because writers refuse to give us anything Substantial about his heritage or DC doesnt hire romani editors or writers or sensitivity readers to make sure they're doing things okay. i dont even necessarily think he's bad rep like ive seen some people say i just think he needs an actual arc or a substory addressing how hes disconnected from his heritage but is working to find out more or something.

but it's just kind of. frustrating to exist in this fandom as a romani nightwing fan because there are some people who think he's also good rep! great rep that you aren't allowed allowed criticise At All when we're literally getting crumbs. "beautiful romani smile" .

i just think dc should do more in a respectful manner and fans should stop stereotyping him as some kind of seducer because its weird and as someone who's read comics the only place i can tell where you could possibly get that from is devins run or fanfics written by people who don't read comics and reduce the characters down into famously incorrect tropes.

CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY THIS BUT I DONT WANT PROSHIPPERS INTERACTING WITH THIS POST.

[linktdm]

why does he only have braces during sleepover episodes. he should get to have braces all the time. as a treat

- link

[squelchbug]

just roll with it podcast like if you agree

i started listening abt 2 month ago and i’m only on ep27 🧍 capitalism is winning (job is in my way)(💔)

[freaky-flawless]

Well...damn.

I finally watched The Phantom of the Opera, and now I have to grapple with how much Operetta makes absolutely no sense.

Like I'm wracking my brain, and the only conclusion I've come to is that she'd make sense if she wasn't a ghost at all, but a siren.

Maybe after years of being cast out by his fellow humans, Erik finds refuge in the monster world which welcomes him with open arms, and also gives him the chance for a new start.

And given his love of opera, he falls in love with a siren and they have a child together. Thusly making Operetta half human, half siren.

This way, she can keep her hypnotizing voice, since she sure as hell wouldn't have gotten it from Erik.

[imperiuswrecked]

gotta turn asks off for now, my head hurts too much. after this I dont think there's a single thing the mcu could do to make me hate them more. they've finally broken me. gonna focus on stuff that i actually enjoy than think about this for another moment.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Trying to look into Romani culture for writing POC Dick Grayson is realizing "Holy fuck why is so much of this so blatantly racist"??

Like i've seen PROFESSIONAL articles that have used the words "Savage" and "Barbaic" or talking about religious indoctrination as "they accepted the true future of Jesus"??

And this is coming from someone who is NOT an Atheist- but holy shit some of this makes my skin crawl in the worst possible way.

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Thinking about Bruce, alone, before his Robins, his mother gone too soon to teach him much more than the basics, quietly observing just a few of the Big Traditions...

Having an actual dinner for a change, some apple and honey slipped in. A quiet "shanah tovah" murmured to Alfred before bed. Staying home from his patrol a few certain evenings that next fortnight. Falling asleep in the gazebo on the manor grounds that he knows doesn't really qualify, but to be fair he's not really trying to follow any sort of rules, just... just giving a few little reaching grasps at a sort of something he's never really felt a part of, but still feels a kind of almost remembrance for.

And then Dick comes to stay with him. Loud and colorful at times, withdrawn and somber at others.

When the cool breezes at the end of their first summer start shifting the manors heavy curtains, it looks like the boy is settling into a solidly sorrowful downturn. Something deeper than the familiar ache of missing loved ones that Bruce knows and recognizes. He tries introducing various new entertainments, challenges, hobbies. And Dick gives him a little smile here and there, tries out each new pursuit diligently, but... there's still an empty hole in there somewhere, brought on by the autumn air, and Bruce doesn't know how to patch it up.

Until the night Alfred places the bowls of fruit and honey on the table with the usual quiet refrain, and Dick's jaw drops open and his eyes light up and the words spill right back from his tiny, clumsy lips and suddenly what was once only murmured and whispered between mourning men is tumbling out loud and bright and celebratory and over and over from all three of them, building up slow at first then matching each other's energy until finally their usual in memoriam participation of these high holy days, looking to the past, is replaced at last by looking to the future.

Putting their faith in a good year to come, rather than mourning the good years lost.

And giving a young boy, clinging to the kindness of strangers, the lifeline of a shared connection.

Bruce knows immediately in that moment, his foggy scraps of memory aren't going to be enough. He needs to learn. All he can. To make sure Dick never loses that connection to his mother. His family. His culture. Not like Bruce did. No. He has to learn, so that he can then teach.

And though he starts the journey for his young ward's sake (later, he realizes, his son's sake, though that revelation is a few "Shana Tovah" yet to come), it's not too far into it that he begins recognizing his own path. A link not just to his mother and the past, but to himself and a future. Something he can ground his identity in just a bit more solidly, as he learns (better late than never) who Bruce is, outside of Batman.

As part of a family.

As a father.

As a Jewish man.

[mako-neexu]

.......................love and hope........................

[eli6abesxo]

Batfam ethnicity and language headcanons

Bruce Wayne

Father is half English half Japanese, and mum is a Jewish polish immigrant

Languages: English, used to speak polish well but has forgotten a lot of it (still knows some stuff)

Dick Grayson

Romani / of the Roma people, probably either from diaspora of romani people in France or Romania (I'm not an expert so if you have any info on this subject or would like to correct me pls feel free)

Languages: English, one of the dialects/ languages of the romani people (although doesn't remember all of it because he hasn't spoken it in years), some Spanish (picked it up from people he knew before his parents died), and probably some others

Jason Todd

Half Mexican half American

Languages: English, does speak Spanish but not fluently

Tim Drake

Half Vietnamese (part Korean), half American Jewish

Languages: English, Vietnamese, doesn't speak Korean but knows hello and goodbye and some other basics

Damian Wayne

Mum is from middle eastern and Chinese descent

Languages: English, speaks both Arabic and Mandarin fluently due to his mother and private education

Stephanie Brown

American (ca caww)

Languages: English

Cassandra Cain

Chinese

Languages: English, Mandarin, also speaks some Spanish and is surprisingly good

Duke Thomas

African American

Languages: English, also headcanon he took up french as a passion project (is kinda shit)

Barbara Gordon

Irish American

Languages: English, also probably speaks some really weird phrases and some useful ones from a bunch of different languages through her time in her position.