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i would like to her ur nursey family feels pls!! (i have plenty of my own & made a post but i need All the nursey content)

ahaha YOU JUST OPENED THE FLOODGATES BUDDY

Okay, so,Nursey’s birth parents:

Amal Hassan Nurse      

born in Morocco, but spent the first ten years of herlife moving all around northern Africa and the Middle East because her fatherworked as a security consultant and would spend a few years in various placesdesigning systems for different companies

speaks both dialects of Arabic fluently, but willalways prefer Moroccan, because it sounds like home to her

moved to the States when she was thirteen and her dadgot a permanent job working for a security firm in Manhattan. Grew up in theprivate school system and never left

has a BA from NYU and a JD/PhD from Columbia. Is asenior partner in an NYC firm specializing in foreign and comparative law.smarter than all of us.

Elijah Nurse

grew up in Washington, DC. As a child, was 100%convinced that his father was a spy, because he traveled all the time and nevertold him what he did.

his mother is Haitian and from a very strict family inPort au Prince. Was not a fan of Nonsense and this had a pretty significantimpact on how Elijah related to other kids

Raised speaking English and French, but never spokeFrench outside the house because he associated it with his mother scolding himor his siblings

Got his BA in economics from Georgetown and then wentto do his MBA at Columbia, which is where he met Amal

This marriage was Not a Good Idea

Very tried and true case of people who are physicallycompatible but VERY NOT COMPATIBLE IN MOST OTHER WAYS

Amal is emotive and a little scatterbrained, Elijah isstrict about routine and doesn’t communicate feelings well

Not a Good Combination

They got married anyway to piss off their parents

Don’t do that, kids.

They got divorced two years after Derek was born. Itwas not friendly. 

They agreed on split custody of the kids, Derek and hisolder sister Farah (more on Farah, Love of My Life, later). 

About two years after the divorce, Amal reconnects witha friend from college, Gabriela Torres.

“Reconnects” = They literally crash into each other inthe subway #thatNYClife

promptly has the following thought process:

“Was she always this hot?”

“Was I always this gay?”

“This explains SO MUCH.”

they get married a year later.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT NURSEY’S STEP MAMA GABRIELA

first generation Chilean American. Both her parentswere artists who moved to go to school in California.

she’s a ~San Francisco child~ in that she is: veryqueer, unfazed by a lot of strange things happening around her, and fucking hates the cold.

her parents are a strange blend of Liberal Artist andOverprotective Catholic, in that they want her to follow her dreams but willalso guilt the fuck out her if she misses mass and/or isn’t home for Christmas.

It’s not a total surprise to them that she decides tomove to New York for college but they still guilt the fuck out of her for it.

Everyone cries, but they get over it.

goes NYU all the way through her degrees: BA in ArtHistory, PhD in Fine Arts. 

Her dream is to be a full-time painter, but she isRealistic and knows that shit is not how it works.

Gets scooped up by the curator of the gallery where she’sdoing one of her internships.

Works her way up to co-director of the gallery because#womensupportingwomen, and has her own studio on the side

Elijah also remarries, about two years after thedivorce, to a pediatrician living out in Westchester. They have two more kidsin pretty quick succession, and both Nursey and Farah try to ignore how muchmore their dad seems to be around for those kids when they’re little than heever was for them.

It doesn’t really work.

They’ve got some baggage about this.

SPEAKING OF MY BABY GIRL FARAH NURSE.

Farah is four years and five grades ahead of Nursey.

She was an Angel Baby but a Demon Toddler--Nursey beingborn flipped her back into being a reasonable child because all of a suddenthere was this Small Person Thing who was kind of interesting but also madenoise and Huh, Okay.

fiercely fiercelyfiecrely protective of her baby brother. They’ve never been in the sameschool, but she is intensely aware that he’s a soft, sensitive kid, and shewill claw someone’s eyes out if they mess with him.

really, really intomedia and how it influences people, particularly the way queer people, peopleof color, and QPOC are influenced to see themselves and develop theirself-worth based on media depictions. Starts getting into critical analysis ofart and news and movies and TV in like, eighth grade. 

Gabriela is SO PROUD.

has gone back and forth on wearing hijab a few timesthroughout her life. Talks to her mom about it a lot. Amal tells her consistently that it’s always her decision,that she can change her mind whenever she wants, and that as long as shechooses to wear it (or not) for reasons she feels okay about, she supports her.

The only time she ever feels guilty is when she thinksabout wearing it at Andover just as a fuckyou to the guys who talk about how Muslim women are Always Oppressed. Shedecides not to wear it.

follows her moms to NYU, where she meets her boyfriendRami, who’s an Arab Jew. They move in together their senior year. She is super nervous about meeting his parentsfor the first time at their house in Brooklyn. They take one look at her, tellher she’s too skinny, and attempt to adopt her.

She’s 5’11” and has never been told she’s too skinny byanyone in her life.

She wants to adopt them.

Rami’s parents have brunch with her moms every month and gossipabout when they’re going to get married.

I’m getting off-track but I love her.  

The shared custody thing goes okay for awhile--the kidsdon’t really like going out to Westchester for half the week because it makestheir commute to school so long, butit’s part of the job. Eventually, Amal gets sole custody--Elijah isn’t doingthe emotional work of parenting, and the kids aren’t happy when they’re withhim.

I also have sad headcanons about shit that went down ifyou read my fic but that’s not crucial to this family HC necessarily.

for awhile, Nursey and Farah stay in touch with Elijahfairly frequently, but he’s not big on Feelings, and they’re not big on beinggaslighted about the fact that he’s really emotionally distant and his momyells at them a lot, so as they get older they really only talk to him on theirbirthdays, Father’s Day, his birthday, and major holidays.

Amal really tries to get them to keep in touch moreoften, because she’s really close with her dad and she wants her kids to have arelationship with theirs, but like...she’s not gonna force it.

Also, like...no one fucks with her babies.

So now: the Nurse-Torres Household:

one high-powered lawyer, one artist/gallery director,one super-analytical and overprotective child, and one sensitive,clumsy-as-fuck baby hockey player.

My. Loves.

there are a Lot of Languages in this House

Amal teaches the kids Moroccan Arabic literally as soonas the divorce is finalized--Elijah didn’t want her to teach them while theywere married because he didn’t like them having a language with her he didn’tknow, but NOPE.

Nursey soaks it up like a sponge. Farah’s seven so shehas a little more trouble, but like fuck is she going to let her baby brotherbe better than her at something so 

Gabriela laments thefact that her step-children speak fluent Spanish but their accents are afucking mess because the nannies they learned from were from Guatemala, thenSpain, then Argentina

Other languages spoken, scattered across multiplepeople, in varying degrees of fluency: French, Portuguese, Mandarin, Italian,Latin, Haryanvi, Hebrew.

family dinners are mandatory--anyone who’s home musteat together, sitting down, at the table, without electronics.

Nursey refuses to come to dinner for a week after Farahleaves for Andover because it won’t be The Same

there’s a Lot of physical affection: hugs, cuddles,forehead kisses, hair-playing, etc. Lots of wrestling between Farah and Nursey.Nursey usually loses.

Nursey always loses.

:(

once both kids are at college, there are regularlyscheduled Family Google Hangouts

Also mandatory

Basically family dinner

Nursey does it in the Haus once and everyone freaks outat how hot everyone in his family is

he’s Aware, thanks dudes

This is four full pages long in a google doc and I needto stop but basically: Nursey has a really complicated and strainedrelationship with his dad, and he misses his half-sisters sometimes, but he’s so so so loved by his moms and hissister and he’s so supported and he loves them so much and i have about amillion feels and i could go on forever please stop me.

also it’s not a family member but their next doorneighbor has a pit bull named Lupe who loves Nursey and every time he comeshome he takes it for a walk in central park and he wants a dog so much and he’s counting the minutesuntil he can get one

thank you for your time.

i’m crying now.

[hoenursey]

btw ur one of my fav blogs 💜💜💜

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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nonbinarydereknurse replied to your post “I wish (straight) people would stop making posts about how “the...”

i mean i get where they're coming from and i get the desire to have bitty feel happy. but yeah. i agree w/ u. it all feels like the Str8s™ are pulling the "haha, silly gays. didn't u know that homophobia is over??" and kinda makes me wanna puke :(

Yeah, totally. It feels very much like an invalidation of every queer person’s worry that, at some level, the people that they care about won’t accept them as well as a mockery of the very idea that someone could be worried about it at all in this day and age.

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nonbinarydereknurse replied to your post “hey reply to this if u want a compliment”

baaaaaabe ily

ily too u beautiful creature. u have such a talent for edits and stuff tbh!! its really lovely to see on my dash :DDD and u are so creative and wonderful thank you @nonbinarydereknurse

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hey so i made a check please! sideblog :) so most of my omgcp content is gonna be over there instead

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how do we submit a proposal for the zine? i'd love to write something (or drabbles)

just fill out the form here :) 

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@nonbinarydereknurse Danny/SAN were DEF better as friends I was hoping so much that Val would be let into the know at some point and she and Danny would like, get back together and work out their shirt

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The Mystery and the Manifestations, pt 2

In many Earths, Shado and Nyssa never even meet. In this one, they do, and that makes all the difference.

A “Shado lives and winds up in the League of Assassins” fic. Title is a reference to Laozi and the daodejing.

Chapters: (1) 2

There can be no doubt that the focus of this story is on Shado and Nyssa; they are the driving force; the relationship between them is why this story has been written in the first place. However, there is a world outside what they see, and instead of showing you what is happening to them as Nyssa is in Yemen and Shado regains some mobility, it is instead prudent to show you some of what is happening elsewhere. Because, despite their unawareness of these events, they will eventually come to have great bearing on our ladies future endeavors.

If anyone is overly concerned about the goings-on in Nanda Parbat and Yemen, here is a brief peek to soothe you:

Shado was healing well, through largely her own endurance. Though Al-Rramh and Min-yuqtal Alaliha were charged with her care, Al-Rramh was hesitant to enter the room after the first time she'd brought food by and left as quickly as possible each time while Min-yuqtal simply did not care. Food and water were brought with regularity and arm crutches were left by her bed, but other than that, she was on her own for her recovery until Nyssa's return approximately six days from when she'd left.

Nyssa, for her part, did not take Min-yuqtal's advice when it came to dealing with Pikeman (which is truly a stupid name for such a vicious warlord). She located his encampment, struck down his soldiers, and liberated his prisoners. As the dust settled, only the Pikeman himself remained, on his knees in the dirt, bound and gagged. On any other occasion, she might have found a fierce soul in the sea of people, mostly women and girls, and allowed them to take their own revenge. But she suddenly remembered Shado, alone in a fortress full of people who were apathetic toward her at best, and she had run him through before she'd thought about it. She left the emancipated people behind without a word; it was time to go home.

–

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a very much alive Slade Wilson stood in front of the Queen mansion gate, his finger hovering over the intercom button. He drew it back for a moment, before sighing and pressing it down. A loud, grating buzz filled the air and soon thereafter an Eastern-European accented voice filtered through the box.

“Yes? Who is it?”

“I—Slade Wilson. I spoke to Ms. Queen on the phone a few days ago; she should be expecting me.”

There was another loud buzz and then the wrought iron gate was swinging open, a long driveway stretching to the front door. Sculpted bushes lined the path, along with lilies and tulips and hydrangeas. It was revolting.

“No wonder you were so useless, kid,” he mumbled under his breath as he finally reached the door and knocked three times. He'd known Oliver was rich, of course, but the Queen family wasn't exactly well known in Australia like they were in America, so he hadn't really understood just how rich they were. No one needed a fountain in their front yard. If the kid were here, he and Shado would be taking him apart.

But Shado and Oliver were dead. Sara too. And all he could do for them was bring the news home to their families.

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Tagging: @moiradearden @raywritesthings @blackcanarydinah @yellowflicker09011996 @nonbinarydereknurse @whitecanarrow

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so im gonna make a check please! sideblog and just wanna know. which url do y'all prefer: @autisticlardo @translesbianford or @nonbinarydereknurse?

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@nonbinarydereknurse babe u do not understand I love grayghost so much and there's so little content for it??????? But honestly best pairing to come out of that damn show

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hey so y'all rec'd me awhile ago for blogs to follow for femslash content & you've reblogged several of my things and i just want to say thank u!! u guys are doing the lord's work 💜💜💜

!!! Thank you so much! We can’t wait to see what further femslash content you create :)

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The Mystery and the Manifestations

In many Earths, Shado and Nyssa never even meet. In this one, they do, and that makes all the difference.

A “Shado lives and winds up in the League of Assassins” fic. Title is a reference to Laozi and the daodejing. Thanks to @raywritesthings, @whitecanarrow, and @nonbinarydereknurse for reading it over and catching my mistakes.

Years later, Shado would say that her awakening in Nyssa's chambers that day, the other woman's dark hair brushing her face and a tiny furrow of concern in her brow, was its own form of prophecy. And given the events that were to follow, it would make a certain amount of sense that there was some divine ordination that these things must come to pass, because even Shado could scarcely believe it when it was done.

At the time, however, as her brain struggled to reconcile its foggy recollection of what had happened on the island with where she was now, and as her body remained stuck in survival mode, she could only see an unfamiliar person and an unfamiliar place and the danger she had long since learned came with that.

Instinct told to her strike while she had the element of surprise and make a run for it, but the heaviness of her limbs and the ache of her muscles and the blurriness of her vision cautioned her otherwise. She knew nothing and she could do nothing and so the smartest course of action was to wait and see.

(Shado was so tired of waiting.)

“You are awake?” the woman hovering over her said, in the manner of one who is feeling hesitant for the first time in their life. “That is... good. Can you—are you—can you hear me? Can you understand me?”

Her Mandarin was flawless; Shado hadn't truly heard someone speak her mother tongue since her father had been killed (Oliver's halting attempts didn't count, not really, though they could've, someday, if he'd lived long enough—but no, she'd survived, maybe the others had as well).

“I hear you,” she said after a long moment, her voice grating through her throat and the salt of the ocean still on her lips. As if on cue, a cup was pressed to her lips and she took as long of a draught as she could before it was pulled away.

“You are still dehydrated; you must drink slowly.”

She had known that, once, but it was so easy to forget when your throat was burning for relief. “Who are you? Where am I? Where are my friends?”

The woman leaned back some and Shado finally could see a bit more of the room, made of stone, draped with deep red curtains, and lit with candles, apparently taken directly out of a medieval romantic's wet dream. “I am Nyssa and you are in Nanda Parbat. As for your friends... I'm sorry, but I didn't find any living soul on that island but you.”

“Ah,” she said. “I see.” Grief, guilt, loss—these would all come to her in time. But here, immobile, in this beautiful room with this beautiful woman who had saved her life, she was empty.

“You have been here for about a week now,” Nyssa said in the ensuing silence. “Most of that time you were delirious with hunger and pain and it is probably for the better that you do not remember, but it will be a long time yet before you are back to full strength.”

“I imagine so.” Shado's eyelids were drooping. She didn't bother attempting to keep them open.

Nyssa said something else, but Shado was already drifting off to sleep.

--

“How is our guest?” her father asked without preamble as she approached, his back to her as he bathed in the waters of the Lazarus Pit. He drew out guest, ending it in something of a hiss.

“She is healing,” Nyssa said, back erect and hands clasped behind her back. “If all goes well, she should be mobile again within the week and fully recovered in a few months.”

“I see,” he said, and were he not Ra's al Ghul, Nyssa might have heard a tinge of disappointment in his tone. “Be sure she is brought to me once she is well enough.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Is there anything else you wish to report?”

“No, Father.”

Ra's waved his hand at her in dismissal and she quickly bowed before taking her leave. If she remembered correctly, there was a warlord in Yemen in need of retribution for his crimes; her problems here could wait.

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@nonbinarydereknurse truuueeee esp considering parts of this fandom love to ignore his anxiety as well