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Harvey Joins the Sikh Student Coalition

Reposting a story I wrote on cyoc.net here in multiple parts. I’ll credit other authors who contributed as their segments appear. Also, my asks are open if you want to see more changes to Harvey, or you want to transform yourself.

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Professor Martinez strut into his classroom on the first day of the new semester, greeted by the disinterested faces of his new students. He taught the university's intro to cultural studies course, known around campus as an easy A. He was well aware that for the past few years student chose his class not because they wanted to learn, but because they wanted to boost their GPA without trying. This year, Dr. Martinez was determined to change that.

"Good morning, everyone" Dr. Martinez addressed. "I am Dr. Martinez, and welcome to Intro to Cultural Studies" he gave a satisfactory nod once a few student left the room, realizing they where in the wrong class. "Now I know a few of you have heard that this class is an easy A, but you will all be pleased to hear that is not the case" a handful of students chuckled with him while others grimaced "In this class you will learn how culture influences an individual's experiences and everyday life. However, before you learn about a culture that is not your own, you should experience it for yourself first hand". Dr. Martinez marched up and down the aisles of desks passing out papers to each student, "You are all receiving your syllabus and first project of the semester. Each of you have been assigned to a cultural organization whose culture is not your own. To complete this project, you must join the organization and complete all of the tasks I have listed on your project form. This will include attending their meetings and participating in their events. I hope you will find this project transformative, and open your mind to accept the rest of the semester's material. You may even make friends and want to become a permanent member. However, I should warn you that this project is worth a large portion of your final grade, so do take it seriously". Dr. Martinez beamed at the betrayed faces of his student who now knew they actually had to earn their grade this semester.

"You may now look at your project form to see what cultural organization you will be joining and the full list of tasks you must complete".

Harvey took a look at his project form. He was assigned to become a member of the university's Sikh Student Coalition. Harvey didn't really know what a Sikh was, a quick search on his phone showed a bunch of Indian guys in turbans. He figured he had no choice but to learn more about them. The organization's meeting was that same day and Harvey headed to the meeting once was class was finished. 

Harvey considered himself a typical white young man. He had an average build, clean shaven face, fair skin and sandy blonde hair that he styled into a tall pompadour.

The Sikh Student Coalition's meeting was one of the few times he felt like the odd one in the crowd. The room was full of young Punjabi adults. All of the men, and some but not all of the women, were wearing turbans in various fashions and various vibrant colors. Though else than that they wore typical western clothing. One Sikh came to greet Harvey at the door. He was a large bear of a man who nearly towered over everyone in the room. An orange domalla style turban framed his round face. His kind smile was hidden beneath a twirled up mustache and a curly beard that sprawled down to his chest. He wore flannel, jeans, and boots.

"Hello, I'm Gurpreet Singh. Could you please sign in?" Gurpreet handed Harvey a clipboard with a sign in sheet. "I'm the new student coordinator, my job is to make all of our new members feel welcome. So if you need anything, please ask".

"Yeah, maybe you can help me" Harvey handed back the sign in sheet with his information "I'm here because of my cultural studies project. Someone's suppose to take my attendance or something".

Gurpreet called out to the crowd, " Hey, Mandeep, can you come here for a second?"

A man in a blue suite walked up to them. It looked like it was tailored to fit his slim build. His beard was rather short and had a natural point to it which accented his sharp facial features. He wore aviators and a black tie which matched his black keski style turban. "What's up Man, I'm Mandeep Singh. I'm the president of the organization, it's a pleasure to meet you" Mandeep reached his hand out for a handshake which Harvey accepted. "Say, don't I know you from somewhere?"

Harvey raised a questioning eyebrow before returning a knowing smile, "yeah, weren't we in the same marketing class?" Usually Harvey wouldn't remember anyone from his classes, but it would be hard to forget the only one wearing a turban, especially when he had such great style.

Gurpreet beamed, "This is great Harvey, you already have a friend here!" He turned to Mandeep, "Harvey is here from Dr. Martinez's class".

"Makes sense" Mandeep chuckled. The fact that Harvey was the only white guy in the room was not lost on him, "As president, Dr. Martinez has trusted me to verify that you complete all of the tasks in your project. As long as you follow my instruction I'll make sure you pass. I've got you marked down for attendance, Gurpreet do you have the patka?" Gurpreet pulled out a black cloth.

"Patka?" Harvey asked, "What's that for?"

"Didn't you read the project form? You're required to wear clothing that represents our culture when you're at our meetings. I asked Dr. Martinez if you could just wear one of our club shirts, but he insisted you wear a turban"

"Can't you just say I wore it?" Harvey looked at Mandeep pleadingly, who returned a sympathetic expression.

"I wish I could, but if I'm caught lying to faculty, our organization could get in trouble. I won't force you to wear it, but I don't think you'll pass if you don't".

"Fine" Harvey Sighed, "I'll wear it" Gurpreet Helped Harvey tie his hair into a bun at the top of his head and then tied the cloth around it into a patka.

A group of girls in the room giggled to themselves when they saw Harvey. He felt humiliated! When the meeting started Gurpreet sat next to Harvey, and Mandeep stood at the front of the room to facilitate the meeting. Gurpreet would occasionally clarify words and phrases for Harvey that non-sikhs typically wouldn't know, though Harvey was only half paying attention. Once Mandeep declared that the Meeting was over, Harvey left and bolted to his dorm. He couldn't wait to escape that embarrassment.

That night when Harvey went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, he saw he was still wearing the turban in the mirror. "Oh god" he mumbled to himself. He forgot to take it off when he left the club meeting. So many people must have seen him wearing it when he was running back to his dorm! His face flushed red and he hoped that no one recognized him. Harvey quickly untied the cloth and his hair, but in the mirror he also saw a shadow of facial hair. Strange as he thought he had shaved just that morning. He shrugged and decided he'd just have to shave again tomorrow morning. Tired, he stored the patka in his wardrobe for next week's meeting and went to sleep.

[yato-dharmastato-jayah]

Hindutva literally means being Hindu or Hindu-ness.

How tf is that a negative thing?

We Hindus are proud of our heritage, culture, religious history and scholarly achievements.

How is that an evil thing?

We are decolonising and reclaiming the religious sites which were stolen from us. We are rebuilding those sites with our own money and celebrating their restoration.

How is that hurting anyone? How is that wrong?

Hindus have always believed in the sentiment of live and let live, of living together as one family (Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam). We have welcomed into our fold many different communities and peoples, like the Parsis (Zoroastrians) when they were persecuted and forced to leave their homeland Persia, the Jews (Bene Israelis, Baghdadis, Cochin Jews, Bnei Menashe, Bene Ephraims, etc.), the Tibetans when they were persecuted and their homeland stolen by China, even the Christians and Muslims from different parts of the world when they came to trade here. We have cohabited peacefully with people of other faiths, like Sikhs, Buddhists and Jains, who are so close to us that we intermarry frequently and don't even consider it an interfaith relationship.

Hindus, for the most part, are inherently welcoming people, open and accepting of others as long as they don't try to stifle us or impose their religious beliefs on us. We believe in being nonviolent as long as we aren't pushed into a corner, as long as we're given space to practice our religion, as long as we're not forced to bend so much that we break.

If the Hindus are attacked, if attempts are made to erase or subjugate our religion, then obviously we'll respond in kind. It's the simple concept of self defence.

In the end, I shouldn't even need to state this overtly, but obviously there are bad apples in every cart, and people from every community commit wrongs. But it doesn't define a community. We condemn such wrong acts and will continue to do so. But calling all Hindus or Hindutva itself evil because of a few bad apples is not only illogical, it reeks of prejudice and preconceived hatred. That's when it becomes Hinduphobia.

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I don’t know wtf y’all be talking about because I LOVE Jag downnnnnnn & don’t give af about Cory/America like??? (America ate for a week or 2 but y’all stanning her this much is??)

This finale ate for me. Like… I am so happy. Xavier, Taylor, now Jag? History in the making 3 years back to back? First black winner, first black woman winner, first Sikh winner… I’m so gagged like…

I’m so happy I became a casual fan in my 20s bc y’all live feeders being mad/miserable all the time is so??? Like, this is iconic! Jag ate them bitches right tf up. Cirie DESERVED AFP period tho like? uhhh I just KNEW Grodner loved her some C*meron ain’t no way he got literally any votes at all, makes absolutely no sense. Worst person besides Jared.

But I’ve literally been praying for Jag’s win for WEEKS, how can you all be so anti-Jag? He was SO strategic in every single decision he made AND even loyal with integrity by taking Matt all the way to F2 when he could’ve evicted him TWICE. It’s like what a better way for the season to end than those 2 as final 2, both representing their communities as first ever to play on the show. Matt saving Jag from eviction then Jag literally carrying Matt all the way to final 2 from there.

Every week in the 2nd half of the season I was very gagged at the strategy that Jag was pulling, it was NOT all only comp wins, he KNEW what to DO with the powers he won and made the smartest moves every time. He really devoured. You all sound very biased bc he wasn’t on your favorites side.

LOVE Cirie down but her saying “I’m voting for the person who was most loyal to ME” … uhh girl that is not how u vote for a winner and noooo shade but… maybe that’s why u never … won :/// it’s not supposed to be personal. I saw someone call Jag a bottom-tier winner??? In what worlddddddd?? Like idk live feeders scare me now, I’m so glad I grew out of that years ago. I love being a casual fan.

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

2x19 of FBI (only watching for ms. hailey upton)

bro

that starting??

scared the ever-loving shit out of me

it was so graphic???

what for??

why??

oooo

haileyyyy

my girl looks so GOOD

i don't understand how its possible for someone to look that pretty

i don't

its not fair

this OA guy is kinda...

he’s um...

idek him at ALL

and im kinda

*debby ryan hair tuck*

*clears throat* anyways

he’s also really tall???

how tall is this actor???

BRO THE ACTOR IS 6′ 5″(1.96m)???

WHAT

UM

IM FIVE FOOT ZERO

WHAT THE FUCK

moving on

the guy who made the hamilton reference???

love him

don't even know his name

love him

20 seconds into their partnership and its not going well

hailey immediately calling him out and then acting casual by saying ‘which car? this one?’ 

OA being extremely awkward and trying to justify??

not rlly sure how i feel about that

‘any observations?’

‘pizza’s too thin. it’s like a cracker with sauce on it. just tryna keep it real.’

heR SMILE AFTER SHE SAYS THAT IS SO BEAUTIFUL

and also

that’s such a chicago thing to say LMAOO

and then OA’s face of ‘ah, well, um. o-okay? what do i do now?’

‘it’s a new york thing’

‘it felt like a cop vs fed thing’

‘what's that supposed to mean?’

‘you think youre better than us.’

*cackling*

OA LOOKS LIKE HES ASKING FOR HELP

im loving how blunt hailey is and we’re only 4 minutes into the episode

his impressed face after hailey says ‘sikh’ is fantastic

my girl is so lovely

ofc the indian victim is top of his class and in america to pursue engineering

not rlly sure if im reading into it but eh

not rlly liking the stereotypes

but then again

hes the victim

we don't rlly need too much of his backstory

this lady talking to professor is really pretty???

mY GOD SHES BEAUTIFUL

i don't even know her name

but she's absolutely stunning

is the professor involved in this??

why do i feel like he is???

frank prichard?

more like frank PRICKard amiright?

OA’s ‘excuse me’ in that low voice??? SEGGSY

also

frank

you can go jump off a cliff

hailey lowkey looking like she wants to shoot him is a mood bc SAME

oh, he's got pictures of the ones he thinks are “suspicious” (note the sarcasm)

yea

im not at all pissed off

both OA and hailey shooting him a death glare???

*chefs kiss*

the embodiment of bisexual panic actually

‘he’s an indian. not an arab’

‘kinda the same thing right?’

no tf its not

and if you don't shut your whore mouth, frank

im gonna pull out your teeth, one by one

hailey’s authoritative ‘NOW’

oh

my

god

ma’am

im not strong enough

that was so...

*slowly gets on knees*

hailey stepping closer and threatening frank is doing something to me

frank looking up at OA and being met with an extremely sexy death stare??

we love it

im already loving this partnership

‘do you understand?’

MAAM PLEASE

THIS IS TOO MUCH

also

i love seeing frank nearly piss his pants

their slight banter is great

they could be besties

i want them to be besties

hailey saying FBI gave me shock

didn't expect to hear that

‘thirty-years-old, male, likes to party’

*hailey nodding as if that gives a lot of information’

how the hell does she shove him??

dude’s a fuckin mountain of pure muscle

how??

OA lowkey sounds like jay tho

like his voice and jay’s are rlly similar to me

HAILEY CASUALLY JUMPING OVER THE CAR???

MISS MA’AM

THIS ENTIRE EPISODE IS JUST GONNA BE ME THIRSTING OVER HAILEY, ISN’T IT???

why did the ‘oh. okay. cool. you’re welcome.’ make me laugh?

OA looks like he wants to shake hailey by the shoulders and ask her what her deal is

‘so the neighbors loved him’

‘exactly’

i love how FBI (from what I can tell) is more humorous than chicago pd even tho the FBI is supposed to be more strict than cpd

this woman

the same woman that talked to the professor

is so

P R E T T Y

how is everyone in this show so attractive??

its not fair

im tryna watch for the plot

and yet

im getting distracted

hailey looks fine as fuck in all black

her smug little ‘i think i can do that’ makes me nervous for what she's about to do

‘kiss my ass, blondie’

bro’s got no idea what he’s started

Hailey looking over to OA and silently asking for permission to go batshit crazy??

love to see it

OA’s smile when hailey makes the threat

it’s great

i want them to be besties

really

i need it actually

who is this maggie

is this who hailey is ‘replacing’ in this episode??

wait

are they dating??

cuz OA’s face looks a bit lovestruck

hailey immediately caught onto their relationship

i know it

the look on her face said everything

she’s relating it to her and jay

oh he’s definitely in love with maggie

its obvious

this girl that hailey’s questioning??

i think she knows something

her responses are too fake

hailey can sense it too, im pretty sure

oh my god

there's another dead body

oh no

its the roommate??

isn't it??

oh wait

its not

hailey taking charge

as much as i love the idea of sergeant halstead

sergeant upton has a better ring to it

*shrugs*

just saying

ohhh

there's the roommate

OA and hailey

again

being the best duo

its so funny to me how its only been a little more than half of an episode and im already invested in these characters

I FUCKIN KNEW THAT LADY WAS INVOLVED

I KNEW IT

oh wait

is that a wedding ring on OA’s hand???

it looked like one

ive rewinded that part five times

i still can't tell if its a wedding ring or not

I  K N E W  I T

SHES INVOLVED

this interrogation room is so dark and lowkey scaring me

‘he’s a good person’

ma’am, please

your boyfriend may have killed two people

gimme a break

‘you don't know him like i do’

it’s giving ‘i can fix him’ vibes

‘in love’

‘more like dumb love’

‘what’s the difference’

hailey’s in her feels about jay

i know it. i knOW IT. I KNOW IT.

hailey

whatre you gonna do

don't do anything stupid

hailey

hailey

please

oh my gOD

the dAD

things just escalated real quick

irrelevant and SO not the moment but hailey looks so good in that lighting

ms. upton taking the lead

something i love to see, honestly

shE LOOKS SO GOOD

IM SO FUCKIN DISTRACTED

SHE LOOKS SO G O O D

TW: ABUSE, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, GASLIGHTING. IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE, SKIP UNTIL YOU SEE THE NEXT BOLDED PART.

oh shit

it’s an abusive relationship

oh no

hailey

oh poor girl

poor hailey

she can't have a break can she??

not even on a different show

she needs to suffer

why must they do this

its hurting me

her past with her father always kills me

very casual OA

questioning her

so so casual

bro’s so blunt it’s funny

and then he realises that what he said isn't appropriate and apologies

he so sweet

hes like a giant teddy bear

in case it wasn’t clear

i hate lucas reed

with every fibre of my being

he’s an abusive asshole

and srsly???

dude!!

STOP BEING SUCH A SELFSH ASS

harper’s strong

i feel so bad for her

agh

the gaslighting

no

i...

just no

BRO JUST SNATCHED THE BAG

NO REMORSE

NONE

OH MY GOD

CONGRATULATIONS YOU MADE IT THROUGH. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT YOU CAN ALWAYS ASK FOR HELP. I LOVE YOU. STAY SAFE.

HARPER’S GONNA GET SHOT ISNT SHE

oh thank god

oh poor harper

thiS IS SO EMOTIONAL

it’s funny to me how OA has to literally bend his head all the way down in order to get into the car

the impressed look on OA’s face plus his cute little ‘okay, chicago’ is something to live for

hailey being super casual about it as if she didn’t impress literal FBI agents

we love a humble queen

who’s gonna make the drop?

is it gonna be harper??

they can't leave the poor girl alone, can they???

oh god

this is gonna make me cry

im super nervous for this

harper

you got this

not liking this dude

don't use the nicknames man

don't do it

its disgusting

OA is close to freaking out bc of hailey

the look on his face says, ‘you better know what youre doing’

nopenopenopenopenope

stay the hell away from her

stop being creepy

YES HARPER

YOU GOT IT

hailey’s smile

it is absolute happiness

im in love

i could live off of photos of her smiling, i swear

OH MY GOD

WHAT THE FUCK

IS SHE DEAD????

oh god

oh thank god

i thought she was dead

i swear to fucking god

OA sounds E X A C T L Y like jay

haileyyyy

my loveee

OA and hailey friendship 

their banter

we love to see it

hailey stop being humble

bro

do we not get to see them become besties????

like???

WE COULDVE AT LEAST HEARD THE REASON WHY HE BECAME A FED

oh god

im gonna binge watch this series, aren't i?

[shut-up-rabert]

'sikhophobia' grow tf up they wanna be oppressed so bad

I mean I’ve seen this phenomenon of Sikhs unilaterally preferring congress at times, and I’ve seen Sikhs/Punjabis strongly liking bjp aswell (I live in an area where Sikhs are the second largest majority). But if you told either of those parties about a sikhophobia going on, their first reaction, irrespective of what side of spectrum they are on, will most definitely be:

“Heh?”

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This Week In BL

May 2021 Part 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 6 fin - Chris & Jeno were TOO CUTE we got ALL the tropes: parental passing on the torch of care (a rare one), hair drying, hair touching, the prom with everyone was in adorable suits (Tang Yi approves), GOOD kisses, confessions galore, boop (+ bonus pool boop), tumblr now thinks they’re lesbians (new trope I’ve just decided on), claiming, rooftop assignation. Conclusion? This is one of the best BL pulps I’ve seen in a really long time. We are PLEASED! 

Y-Destiny Ep 7 - a pretty classic take on the “reformed player/rake” romance trope plus a ton of BL visuals like back hug, messy eater, rooftop assignation, and pillow clutch (a Cheewin signature). Cheewin sure knows his tropes (he should, he started a lot of them and his YYY Special is nothing but a trope parody pastiche, it’s Absolute BL before Absolute BL and A LOT weirder). 

Lovely Writer Ep 11 - The casting closet has come to play. I really like that LW is taking the industry and fans to task. It’s hard to watch sometimes, but it SHOULD be a little squirmy and uncomfortable. This was an excellent Episode 11 and we all suffered for it. I hope they can resolve it well in the finale. They’ve done great work so far, I trust them. 

Close Friend Ep 3: (Willing or Not) - sports kinda romance, it was cute because MaxNat are cute together, but it reminded me a lot of their arc in Why R U, which is to say, short and somewhat forgettable. 

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 5 - am I over this? I think I might be over it. Not into the punching down humor in terms of femme or Sikhs, I don’t like Pi, and found myself fast-forwarding through most of this ep. Mostly I only watch when Mork is on screen. I wanna know why Mork likes Pi so much, but that’s all I’m interested in. Tons of tropes but I’m not even motivated to screen cap, which is saying something. Look, the characters pretty much lack motivation and so I’m losing sympathy. 

Nitiman Ep 1 - oh I like it. This is the standard Thai BL delicious trash I know and love. 2 Moons university setting pastiche, check! Engineering students = gay, check! Instant hate vrs instant love, check! Seme vrs tsundere uke, check! Plus the side dishes are tasty. I’m disposed to be pleased, especially as Fish is disappointing. Sadly they insisted on singing, but you can’t have everything. 

Love Area Ep 1 - I’m not holding this post just for one BL that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to find tomorrow, so I’ll let you know how it is next week. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 7-8 fin - so flipping cute, their little smiles, just GAH. Bit of a dead fish kiss but I don’t care because I loved this tiny show full of soft bois and no one saying anything directly (except our man with the poetry, I hope he finds his true love). Adorable. 

Papa & Daddy (Taiwan) Ep 3 - HOW IS THIS SHOW SO WHOLESOME? This is possibly the cutest thing on air right now (and I don’t actually like children). Just GAH! The actual Taipei pride footage. I didn’t even mind all the product placement (I happen to like that bubbly myself). It’s just so cute. Everyone should be watching this. It will make you feel so good and happy. Not gonna lie, this ep is ALL about queer found family and I might have ugly cried over the teddy bear at the end - in a good way.  *** Quick note because I think it’s super important: in 2020 Taiwan Pride was called March for the World. Why? Because Taiwan managed to control C19 better than any other country, they were the only country able to hold pride safely, so they did it for all of us. I don’t feel like they got enough recognition for this. 

Word of Honor (China) Ep 34-36 fin - In the end, WoH turned out to be a morality tale about the superiority of agrarian society over semi-nomadic tribes combined with a message about enduring love profoundly undermined by Chinese censorship. It’s like this amazing meal. I ate my fill, and enjoyed every bite, but had a bit too much, and now I have heart burn. Am I upset about the ending? Sure am. Good for them for manipulating my emotions! Was this a great drama? Yes. Did I expect this from China? Sure did. Do i feel betrayed anyway? Sure do. I guess these things are going to have to coexist in my psyche. Along with heart burn. Here have the actual-not-really-epilogue-ending. It's wafer thin.  I’m putting this one to bed. I feel like I’ve said my piece and I want to move on from 36 courses of pretty men in pretty robes full of pretty innuendoes and deadly peanuts. I’ll miss the big fuck off white fan, tho. 

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 5 - still very much enjoying it, the secret identity lies are beginning to unravel, tension is increasing. I don’t see how they can resolve this in just one episode tho, so this series might go longer than 6 episodes (rare for Vietnam). 

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 8 - I demand Boxiang & Zhigang (repping for the healthy LTR and marriage equality) show up in every HIStory installment henceforth. This was a cute ep, lots of good communication & tropes. Still not sure how I feel about the stepbrothers, but can’t complain about their chemistry (waves at TharnType). Speaking of, how awesome that Yongjie caught the man he always wanted, that man is a SUPER bossy bottom, and Yongjie is like ...

Gossip

Crazy rumor that Singto has a new BL in the works (totally unsubstantiated). It’s Still Just Us (frankly, the biggest strike against this being true is how grammatically correct the title is). 

Vietnam is messing with our heads and hearts by putting the leads from Nation’s Brother and Most Peaceful Place together into a delightful little love triangle of... something or other. Honestly, I’ve no idea what this is. The actors playing around? A new series? An advertisement? What? 

Breaking News

Mandee (of Why R U fame) dropped a “mini intro” for something that they’re calling Bed Friend series. HI BEER! But I thought these two (James & Net) were the side dishes for Middle Love AKA Middleman's Love. I am so confused. (Get your titles together Thailand, no one wants you going down the Taiwanese rabbit hole, mm’kay?) 

Taiwan would call it: Middleman’s Middle Love: Bed Friend. 

Top Secret Together got a full trailer with subs. I’m kinda over ensemble pulp pieces (like Close Friend, Bothers, Y-Destiny) but the presence of Newyear makes this one I’m still going to watch. It starts this Friday on Line TV. 

Cutie Pie the series got a teaser (fundraising trailer). Arranged marriage, home/office set, Thai BL staring Zee? Sign me tf up! I am so excited, I hope they can make this happen. Deets here. (Thanks @heretherebedork for the tip.) 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

[roller6262]

Harvey Visits Gurpreet's Bake Sale

Part 2 of reposting a collaborative story from cyoc.net. This first section was written by Tyranitar.

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Harvey tossed and turned in his bed as he tried to fall asleep but restlessly struggled with his sheets, trying to fall asleep. He felt warm, perhaps because it was the beginning of the semester, still basically summer, and there was no air conditioning in his dorm. He tried to focus on anything but the damn heat, trying to shut his mind off, but something was keeping him on the edge of alertness. Eventually, his body started to demand sleep, and Harvey was lying in his bed just on the edge of consciousness. He could feel some sort of sensation throughout his body, almost like he weighed a thousand pounds. Perhaps it was him trying to fall asleep? Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable.

He tried to force himself to stand, but felt like he couldn't control his own body in this restful state. It was like he was made of steel. He kept trying to pull up with his knees, to no avail. He kept trying to move, frantically, as he grew increasingly frightened of his sleep-paralyzed state. He suddenly felt his body jerk up, standing as he found himself suddenly able to control his body again. He frantically looked around, trying to make place of his surroundings. Wherever he was, was clearly not his room.

He felt a small shove from behind, and suddenly moved forward. He was in a crowd, of sorts. He could feel the carpet below his feet. He looked down to see that he was indeed shoeless and sockless. That made sense to Harvey, but he also saw that he was wearing jeans, which he certainly didn't go to bed in. But why would he be here if he had just went to bed? He looked at his arms and down his shirt and saw that he was wearing a simple long sleeved button up shirt as well. The crowd of people, moving forward, were similarly dressed, and they were all wearing some kind of head covering. Instinctively, Harvey reached up to his head and felt the familiar patka wrapped around his hair. He sighed in relief, not wanting to stick out among the crowd.

Seemingly suddenly, because Harvey wasn't paying a lot of attention, the people in front of him started to sit down on the carpet in almost a wave. As people near the front sat down, Harvey could see a grandiose setup at the front of the room, where a very large book sat under a shimmering gold canopy. "The Adi Granth" came to the forefront of his mind, identifying the book. Three elder Sikh men sat around the canopy, observing the crowd. Harvey sat down, putting his bare feet together and knees outwards, placing his hands in front of him.

After a few minutes as the crowd sat down and settled, one of the Sikh men started speaking. "Ga-orhee sukhmanee mehlaa 5. Salok. Ik-on kaar satgur parsaad." Harvey had no idea what he was saying, but glanced around the room subtly. Everyone was taking in what the elder was saying and bowing their heads to the floor. Harvey quickly followed suit, not wanting to commit a faux pas. The script continued as he tried to make sense of what was happening. "Parabh kai simran dusman tarai. Parabh simrat kachh bighan na laagai. Parabh kai simran an-din jaagai."

Whatever this prayer was, Harvey could feel its energy flowing through him. Maybe it was partially the atmosphere of the room, but he felt at peace, surrounded by this homely crowd in front of the elders and the Adi Granth. As the prayer continued, he started to speak the words under his breath. "Parabh kai simran sufal falaa. Say simrahi jin aap simraa-ay. Naanak taa kai laaga-o paa-ay." As he looked down at the ground, he could feel something in addition to the peaceful atmosphere, almost like there was a growing weight on his head. He opened his eyes, and saw some hairs at the bottom of his peripheral vision. It shocked him out of the peaceful place as he clued in that something wasn't right. He didn't have a beard, and this wasn't somewhere he'd ever go. What the hell was go-

Harvey jolted awake at the sound of his alarm clock. He stretched, and reached over to turn it off. He felt extremely tired still, blaming it on the restless sleep he'd had overnight. He remembered that his dream was strange, but couldn't for the life of him remember what it was about. He quickly threw on a muscle shirt that was sitting on his desk and made his way to the bathroom. Thankfully, his first class started at an odd time, so he didn't have to share the bathroom with many people. He went about his usual morning routine, brushing his teeth, and then looked in the mirror to see if anything was stuck in them.

When he saw himself he did a double take.

He knew he'd looked stubbly last night, but there was no way that what he was sporting would be described as anything short of a beard now. It wasn't long, but it was thick and looked well maintained. He took one of his hands and started rubbing his fingers through the bristles, feeling his face. As he did, he pondered on whether or not he actually wanted to shave. He had to admit to himself, he looked damn good. He made a couple of faces in the mirror, and made the decision that he was going to keep the hair, and then walked back to his dorm.

End of Tyranitar's section. The following by Roller62

Upon entering his dorm, Harvey was greeted by a familiar voice.

"Well hello there, Bearded Daddy. Have you seen my room mate, Harvey?" Harry said. Harry was Harvey's gay room mate, and if you ever needed proof of that, you could check the pride flags he pinned to the wall next to his bed. He would occasionally make flirtatious comments around Harvey, but they were all in good fun.

"I'm right here!" Harvey struck a pose, "Shocking I know. I guess I neglected shaving a bit. Hopefully the girls on campus like it as much as you do".

"I'm sure they'll love how it looks. Your personality on the other hand..." 

Harvey rolled his eyes and continued getting ready for class. He pulled on a plain white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, then filled his book bag with all the books and binders he would need for the day. "So what's on your agenda for the day?"

"It's looking pretty busy" Harry was rummaging through his wardrobe, trying to find the best outfit for his twinkish body. "Tomorrow is the semester's first meeting for the Queer Student Union, so I'll be preparing for that. You should come, it'll be a lot of fun".

"No thanks, Bro. I already have obligations to another club" Harvey was glad he had a legitimate excuse to miss that sausage fest.

"Really? Which club did you join?"

"You know that cultural studies class I'm taking? The professor made me join the Sikh club"

"Oh the Sikh Student Alliance? They seem like a fun group"

"Yeah, you know them or something?"

"Sure" Harry answered flatly, "A lot of the student organizations know each other because we do tabling events together. Actually, a few of their members are also in the Queer Student Alliance."

"Really? Who?" Harvey asked out of genuine curiosity.

"If you want to find out, you'll have to come tomorrow" Harry grinned, pulling out the clothes he thought would be perfect for the day.

"Whatever. I'll see you after class" Without putting any thought into it, Harvey tied his hair in a bun and wrapped the patka around his head. Since Harry was busy changing, he didn't see Harvey do this. Feeling ready for the day, Harvey left to his first class

Arriving at the designated classroom, Harvey did a double take when he saw Gurpreet inside. He surveyed the room to check if it was full of Punjabis, and was relieved to see that their was a healthy mix of students.

"Hi Harvey, come sit here!" Gurpreet was sitting in the first row. His large stomach was wedged between the chair and its conjoined desk. Harvey fulfilled the bearish man's request and plopped down in the seat next to him. "This is a welcome surprise, I didn't expect you to be taking a class like this, but I'm glad we'll be spending more time together" Gurpreet displayed his signature smile.

"What do you mean, why wouldn't I take this class?"

"Honestly, you didn't seem very excited about Sikh culture yesterday. You bolted as soon as the meeting ended. But now you're here, and you're even wearing the patka we gave you. You must be must be willing to learn lots!"

"What are you talking about?" Harvey reached up to his head and felt the familiar patka wrapped around his hair. He didn't remember putting this on! That thought was interrupted when and elderly Sikh man emerged from the classroom's door. Something about him was so familiar, and yet Harvey was sure he hadn't seen the man in person before. The mental image of a large book and a gold canopy came to mind, but Harvey couldn't place where that memory was coming from.

"Good morning, Students" the elderly man greeted, "I'm glad you all made it to our first lecture. Welcome to Religious Studies 372: Sikhism" he took a dry erase marker and wrote the course name on the whiteboard, then turned his attention back to the students.

"I'm in the wrong class!" Harvey whispered to himself quietly, but not too quiet for Gurpreet to hear.

"Really?" Gurpreet asked, "Can I see your schedule?" Harvey nodded and fished a print of his class schedule out of his binder. "Everything looks right, see? REL S with Professor Singh. The room number and time are the same too" Gurpreet stated, handing the schedule back to Harvey. Gurpreet was right! But Harvey didn't remember signing up for this class. Though come to think of it, Harvey couldn't recall what class he was suppose to be taking instead. Oh well, Harvey figured he may as well say as it would be rude to leave the class so abruptly. He'd have to clear this up with the Advisor Office later today.

"Now before I get started on today's lecture on the basics of Sikhism, do any of you have questions? Maybe some preconceived notions of the religion?" Professor Singh asked, then called on a student who raised their hand.

"I've heard the warrior identity is very important to Sikh people and that's why they are suppose to carry daggers with them all the time. How does that work in modern times?"

"Great question. The warrior identity embraced by Sikhs stems from a period of violent persecution against Sikh people, so of course they needed to defend themselves. Now, I'm sure I don't look like a mighty warrior to many of you, and though it is a requirement of the five K's, we modern Sikhs can not carry a kirpan with us everywhere... but I would like to propose this interpretation: A Sikh should be a warrior when people need defending. Likewise, if people are suffering in other ways, a Sikh should transform into the person they need. We'll get into the theory behind that later in the course."

Harvey chuckled at this notion. Sure Gurpreet was a big guy, but imagining a sweet guy like him as a warrior just didn't fit. The transformation part was interesting though. Could a Sikh really change so much just to help someone in need? That would be interesting to see. The rest of the lecture went on without a hitch, and Harvey did feel like he was learning more about the religion. Once class was done, Harvey and Gurpreet agreed that they should study together if Harvey decided to stay in the class, and the two parted ways.

With nothing better to do, Harvey decided to waste time at the Library Walkway. It was a large open space adjacent to the university's library, which was the center of the campus. Students frequently crossed this area on their way between classes, and it was complimented with benches and shady trees which made it a nice place to rest.

"Harvey? Hey Harvey, over here!" Harvey heard an accented voice call from behind him. He turned around to see Gurpreet again. What a coincidence. Harvey walked over to the waving Sikh bear. He had propped two tables in an "L" shape adjacent to the Library's wall, essentially creating a square with an opening at the side. With all the cooking utensils and devices that Gurpreet had brought with him, it looked like he was setting up some kind of food stand. "I could really use your help, Harvey. Can you set up this stand with me?" Normally Harvey would make some excuse to say no, but Gurpreet already saw Harvey's schedule, so he knew that Harvey had a large gap right now.

"Yeah, sure. I can help you out" Harvey admitted.

"Thank you! Here, come in" Gurpreet made room for Harvey to enter his table square. Gurpreet was hastily pulling materials out of a box labled "tabling supplies". "Here, lets lay down the table cloths." Gurpreet grabbed two orange table cloths with a white floral design and tossed one to Harvey. The table cloth landed on top of Harvey's head. Making contact with Harvey's patka, the table cloth folded and wrapped itself around Harvey's head, becoming a beautiful orange floral Gurmukhi Dastar turban. Harvey felt a wave of heat envelop him as his skin became a deep brown and all of his hair turned black. This was followed by a bloated feeling as Harvey watched his stomach grow. It was slow at first before exploding outward. Massive love handles wrapped around his body, swollen breasts sat atop his stomach, even his face was filling out with plump cheeks and a round chin. Then Harvey noticed he wasn't just getting fatter, he grew taller too. His new height rivaled Gurpreet's, and he was much fatter than the Sikh bear too! He wasn't just fat, he was massive. He thought he was going to explode out of his clothes, but strangely they were growing with him. His jeans were stretched tight by his thick thighs and the two globes in his rear. His shirt managed to stay loose despite his round belly hanging far in front of him. The shirt gained a graphic of a smiling milk carton wearing sunglasses, with the pun "'Sup Doodh" underneath. Harvey's mustache thickened, his beard grew thicker, wider than his face in a round shape and stretching below his neck. Finally, a pair of clear prescription aviator glasses appeared in front of Harvey's eyes, completing the transformation.

"Wha- what the? What's going on!?" Harvey exclaimed.

"We're running a bake sale as a fund raiser for the Sikh Student Coalition" Gurpreet answered, "but the guy who was suppose to do the actual cooking had to cancel. I'm so glad you were able to fill in at the last second, Harpinder. You're such a good cook" Gurpreet smiled and layed out his table cloth. "What a coincidence, your parna matches my table cloth! Hmm, no where did the other one go?"

"What are you talking about?" It seemed like Harvey's question had a completely different context in Gurpreet's mind. Did Gurpreet really not notice how Harvey had changed? "I'm not a chef, especially not with Punjabi food!"

"Don't be so modest, Harpinder" Gurpreet chuckled, "I've seen the lunches you've packed in your book bag. It seems you're an expect with even the most complicated dishes."

"Do you really not see anything wrong with me? I mean..." Harvey paused, looking down at his new form, "my stomach is huge"

"That's not wrong" Gurpreet patted his own belly, "A large stomach is proof you know what good food tastes like"

Gurpreet thought that Harvey was suppose to be like this, he even kept calling him "Harpinder". Harvey felt that he had to leave, he had to find a way to change back. He tried to exit, but he was currently sandwiched between the tables, the library, and Gurpreet. At his large size, he couldn't easily maneuver around Gurpreet, who was blocking the only exit. He tried, but ended up bumping his belly against Gurpreet's.

"Haha, easy there Harpinder. Here, allow me to pass you the ingredients." Gurpreet placed a few packages and utensils on Harvey's side of the table. It looked like escape wouldn't be possible unless Harvey could convince Gurpreet that he wasn't the person Gurpreet thought he was. Still, what was he suppose to do in he mean time? He didn't know how to make any of these dishes. And yet, Harvey's hands moved on auto pilot. Without needing to put any thought into it, he was creating a variety of delicious Punjabi treats. Once Gurpreet finished setting up the decor and collection bin, their stand was open for business.

Since the Library Walkway was a popular spot on campus, they had a steady flow of customers. It was mostly Indian students at first, but the stand's popularity quickly caught the eye of other students as well. Harvey kept busy, constantly making more treats to keep up with demand. Things were going so well, he was starting to forget he had been so troubled by his transformation earlier. He was even throwing out welcoming and thankful phrases such as "Aaooji aaooji" and "tuhada swagat hai" to people who stopped by their stand. 

When things eventually slowed down, a group of Punjabi women approach the stand. "Hi Gurpreet. Who's your friend?" the first one asked.

"Hi Rupi, this is Harpinder. He's a new member of the Sikh Student Coalition. He just joined yesterday."

"Ah, now that you mention it he does look familiar. He was at yesterday's meeting, right?" Rupi said.

"Wow, this food looks so good" a second girl added, "Harpinder, did you make all of this?"

"It was nothing, really" Harvey bashfully rubbed the back of his turban and smiled "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please" she replied. Harvey filled plates for all of the girls in the group.

"Thank you, Harpinder. How much do we owe you?" Rupi asked.

"Don't worry about it, it's on the house" Harvey winked "And my friends call me Harp." The girls blushed and giggled to each other, thanking Harpinder before taking off. Harvey was glad that he still had his signature charm.

Gurpreet grinned, "Look at you 'Harp', so popular already" the two shared a laugh "Thank you for all your help today. This is probably the most profitable bake sale the Sikh Student Coalition has ever had" Gurpreet patted the collection bin "and by putting our name out here, I'm sure we've also attracted a few new members. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course. It's just like Professor Singh said, a Sikh should always help those in need" The two hugged each other, their belllies squishing against each other.

"I'm going to finish cleaning up here, why don't you take some well deserved rest?" Gurpreet said as he made room for Harvey to exit.

Harvey nodded and leisurely walked to the a restroom to wash his hands. Looking in the mirror, his turban unwrapped itself from his head, becoming a table cloth again. He also reverted back to his original form, a white man with an average build wearing a patka.

He grabbed his head, feeling a bit woozy. "Did that really just happen?" Harvey asked himself. He remembered everything that happened at the bake sale, but it both felt like he was himself and wasn't himself at the same time. Harvey rationalize that he must of just imagined the transformation. He was just a regular white guy helping Gurpreet with his bake sale. As for the treats he was making... it must have been some simple american treat. There was no way he was making Punjabi food. Harvey placed the table cloth in his book bag so he could return it to Gurpreet later and exited the bathroom. He ended up passing by that same group of Punjabi women. "Hey Rupi" he said with a wink. The girls simply smiled and rolled their eyes.

"See you at the next meeting, Harv" Rupi said while they all walked away. That was odd, they all seemed so into him earlier. Why wasn't his charm working anymore? Oh well, Harvey looked at the time on his phone. He was trying to decide if he should head to class or if he still had time to go somewhere else.

[soldier-poet-king]

So a Sikh dude was just elected head of the NDP (the 3rd largest political party in canada) and I don't know why I read people's comments on the article, but I did, and I'm *so glad* to see rampant racism, ignorance, and xenophobia are alive and well :)))

[d0ntw0rrybehappy]

u guys so im probably going to have to leave my ne w startup job they highkey r rly mean to me and dont want me there?? and the plan is to like give them a marketing audit still?? and then i'm probably gonna like gtfo by mutual decision pls dont tell my linkedin connections literally so depressing i was sooo excited smh smh smh smh smh smh

like honestly you guys i deserve so much fucking better i am fucking competent!!!!!!! i deserve better with BOYS TOO wtf i just remembered i didnt even want to date the rapper before bc he was too dumb why tf did i fall in love with him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also this morning i signed up for a kundalini yoga class and the 50 y. o. white sikh man at the front desk invited me to his "nightly 3am yogic breathing class" and gave me the door code to the building and i was like soooo psyched all day for the secret 3am yogic breathing class, soooo excited and then suddenly it dawned on me... like oh. wait ava i dont...i dont think .... ugh why THE FUCK WAS I BORN LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!

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[one-shoop]

My mother actually admitted to a professional that she would "push us to face our fears" and "square up" or whatever when we were anxious. I don't know why this information doesn't make me happier. I have proof that she's the one who's been at the core of all my most complex mindsets -- like the "don't ask for help unless you really need it" and "am I hurt enough to be allowed to be sad" and "is this bad enough so I don't need to swallow it and search for solutions, or is this pain bad enough I can keep it". She literally admitted to doing all of that.

She's the reason I didn't ask for help in exams. She basically admitted to all the stuff she did as a mother -- her miraculously-unused scheme to push me off a bike so I wouldn't be scared of it anymore ("but pushing you nicely, so you don't actually get hurt, just to show you it's not scary" says mom like this excuses anything), all the times she talked about messing around with her students' rigidities and complex things (she called it "breaking them" like seriously) -- she'll "confront" autistic people or perfectionnists. She admitted to making sure the kid who hated losing loses at all games until he "learns to suck it up" and "accept things" or whatever, she admitted to messing up an autistic/rigid kid's meticulously arranged pieces of paper to "show them it didn't matter if they were messed up, it's the paper itself that counts", and doing that everytime they meet up, even going so far as pretending the kids actually like when she does that. How is this woman even a freaking orthopédagogue, I have no idea.

But she keeps "pushing them out of their comfort zones" and it's just not okay. And the way she talks to them, the way she behaves around them -- it pisses me off just thinking about it. And yesterday she confessed to her motives.

And -- this is a woman who said that the Roman Empire was justified, the murder of millions and all the crap was justified, that people were being stupid when they refused to have roman soldiers on their land -- this is a woman who said that "the tribes didn't want to be in peace, they wanted to keep fighting" and "Rome was keeping the peace". Someone who literally has no freaking reason to believe this crap -- seriously???? The Roman empire was garbage???? This is someone who said "well, if you see slavery as the limit, no civilisation ever was good" when I told her the goddamn empire worked on slaves' back, and refused to acknowledge how Caesar was a piece of garbage, how people watched prisoners of war get freaking KILLED in arenas like it was a fun thing to watch.

Like seriously???? She told me "homeless people should just work harder" and "it doesn't mean society is broken if they can't get jobs/housing" and "it's their fault -- and I know, I watched a documentary once" and "most homeless people are idiots, they don't want to get healed, they want to do drugs and they're childish, they don't want to get jobs, they don't want to work" and "we can't force people to do things they don't want to do, they don't want to get healed so leave them be" and "they basically want to stay homeless" and "they can't handle having a job" and "there are shelters in place, so if they don't go there, they're basically saying they want to stay homeless" like sure mom, this is a good mindset. Absolutely -- i so agree with the humanity of "they don't want to work, so let them starve" like this is forgetting that many homeless peeps are mentally ill? Or addicted? And they CAN'T GET TREATMENT much less any sort of respect from people???? And shelters are the worst??? If I base it on my experience at an Elder's retirement home, let me tell you social workers can be assholes and retirement homes can be a hostile environment to its patients. And also???? Some homeless peeps just leave because OH SNAP maybe they got THROWN OUT OF THEIR HOUSE and and since they're going they have fucking nowhere to go? Like -- ever hear of someone losing their spouse and having nobody ro turn to, so they spend a night outside, and then another, and when their boss hears they fire them so now they're jobless and penniless and BAM. And ever heard of the concept that maybe BEING ALCOHOLIC ISN'T CONTROLLABLE WITHOUT EXTERNAL HELP and do I really have to explain how buying alcohol/weed and being left to starve and freeze and get mugged all the time -- like seriously, there is NO REASON you should LET SOMEONE DIE.

Like ffs?????????? She said bombing an entire town full of civilians was a good move???? Since "they didn't want to surrender, they were too proud" and "they were too stubborn to give up so they had to be shown we wouldn't back down" like wow, minimalizing much??? We're talking about two whole goddamn towns being blown away -- imagine freaking Montreal just blown away like that. Those bombs were MASSIVE. Imagine the freaking KIDS. Seriously -- she can't bear to watch documentaries on the atomic bombs, it should be enough to make her realize that hey, maybe if something is too horrible to watch, you shouldn't DO IT TO PEOPLE? Nor excuse it????

Said that our country "didn't do too much slavery" and "WE were nice people, not like the English" and "we lived in peace" like seriously???? Remember all those times native people got sold as slaves??? Remember how métis came to be, with white people going in forests, stopping for a night at a tribe, and raping a woman there????? And then that woman would get expelled and her baby would be shunned for not belonging either with the white bastards or with the mother's birth tribe?? Remember how Montréal was built to be a freaking conversion thing for the native peoples thar lived near??? Remember how we had missionaries?

Remember that time she kept saying that in the Bible, the Jewish people were the bad guys -- the Romans were good? Defending the dude from the washing hands thing, saying he had no other choice to keep the people happy than to kill J-boy, and saying it was "the Jewish religious leaders's" fault for all of it? For "forcing people to hate him"? Saying the Jewish people were jerks like they didn't want to pay taxes to this guy who invaded their land, right??? Well apparently they're jerks for that???

Saying Sikh community people can never get into politics because "politicians are supposed to represent the majority of their people, and they're never part of the majority anywhere" and rolling her eyes when I say "what, so what you're saying is that if you're part of that community, you can't EVER get into politics? What if it was your dream??? Should you give up your religion to be allowed to compete?"

And apparently all of that is because of some "book" she read once about how to deal with anxiety in kids. How, apparently, this "book" was enough to spark all of this nonsense.

Like wtf mom

Wtf

Like for someone who keeps talking about "facing your fears" she sure is ignoring a whole lot of information back here. Like ever heard of someone dismissing the truth because it's too hard? Like if this was really your philosophy I'd think you'd be the first one to fall out bs propaganda and fight for a better place and a more compassionate view of others, and like -- her philosophy is supposed to be about confronting your fears to work on them like how tf can you do that without even admitting there's a problem???? She's making shif up for a shitton of historical shit that have literally no fucking data on all the goodness she pretends exists -- like seriously man just google literally any of those things and you'll have proof it happened -- even NOW we have literal places where every native person lives like some weird ghetto bht wirh government funding. Native lands aren't even legally recognized by our bs country, they don't have a fucking representative or their own, they don't even have their own province ffs they live in shitty places where poverty happens because SURPRISE when you strip someone of their land, their dignity, their culture, and their religion, and all their space to just freaking exist -- MAYBE it fucks them up. And just MAYBE being stripped of your integrity as a person and a clan is MAYBE stripped away and MAYBE you have nothing to really do with your identity. So MAYBE you should consider that when you pretend the shit our people did wasn't completely horrific. MAYBE you'd understand how desperatly something needs to be done.

And ALL OF THIS just doesn't cut it for a goddamn book about education or whatever it was. I dont know what this is but this just feels like fucking victim blaming. This can't be about "facing your fears", this is about dictating them, this is about making things up, about controlling the reality. This is about making the reality to be more pleasant for you to live in, this is about you controlling people to see things as you do. This is about you thinking people will never like you if you outright say you agree with the goddamn empire so you pretend there's some silver lining on it.

[roller6262]

Harvey Gives Fashion Advice

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Harvey still had time before his next class, so he headed straight for his dorm. Harry's bed was topped with cardboard boxes, and Harry himself was rummaging through his wardrobe. He would evaluate individual items before deeming they were no good and tossing them behind him. "Dude, I've been gone for a few hours, are you still trying to find something to wear?" Harvey asked his room mate.

"Oh, Honey, I already picked out a casual outfit for the day" Harry replied without taking his eyes off his clothes. "That's what I wore to pick up all those boxes."

"By the way, what is all this stuff?" Harvey sat on Harry's bed and peeked inside the boxes. It was a mix of decorations, papers, and small items that looked like they could be used for games.

"Those are the supplies for tomorrow's Queer Student Union meeting. As secretary it was my job to pick them up from storage."

"So why are you changing again?"

"And repeat an outfit on the same day? Hell no. There's an executive meeting with all the Queer Student Union's leaders tonight, so I need to look my best."

"Sheesh, I'm glad I'm not a member of your gay club" Harvey sighed, "If I spent as much time on clothes as you did, I'd never get out of this dorm."

"Oh shut up" Harry said, tossing a shirt he was looking at onto his bed, "I bet I spend less time on clothes than you do styling that ridiculous pompadour" Harry ran his fingers through his own curly hair, then turned around to face his room mate, finally seeing that Harvey was wearing a patka, "Or at least, how much time you usually spend on it. That thing on your head is new. Is it some kind of fashion statement?"

"Huh?" Harvey placed his hands on top of his head, feeling cloth where he expected to feel gelled hair. "I thought I took this thing of last night. Did I tie it back on this morning?"

"What are you mumbling about?" Harry turned back to his wardrobe, "instead of making fashion statements like that, I wish you were a fashion guru. I could use some advice." Harry grabbed a pink scarf and wrapped it around his neck. He considered it for a moment before tossing it towards the bed like all the rest. This time, it landed on Harvey's head.

The scarf wrapped itself around Harvey's patka, forming a pink UK-style turban. "Wait… this is just like with Gurpreet's table cloth. Was- was that real? It is happening again!?" While Harvey was expressing a great deal of panic, the texture of his face became smoother, and his cheek bones were more pronounced. All of his hair once again darkened to a shade of black. His mustache thickened, covering his upper lip, and his beard grew to his collar in a squared off shape. To maintain this shape it was not cut, but rather well maintained. Harvey winced, expecting to bloat into a fat man like before. Instead, he grew a bit taller and slimmed into a model physique. He got that warm feeling again as his skin turned an Indian hue, a bit darker than Harvey's normal time, but a good amount lighter than previously. His features changed slightly to be more telling of a Punjabi man, but it was unmistakably Harvey's face.

Finally the rest of his clothes were altered. He was wearing a light blue silk button up with grey wool trousers and brown leather shoes. A tricolor, diagonally striped long tie appeared around his collar. A pink scarf, matching his new turban, hung from his neck, and a dark navy suit jacket topped his shoulders. Harvey looked at his arms in disbelief, his wrists were decorated with a gold watch on the left and an iron Kara bracelet on the right. "Am I imagining things again? Why is it so different this time?"

"So Harpinder" Harry started, as if Harvey hadn't said anything just now. He was holding up two shirts, one in each hand, "Which do you think would look better on me tonight?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Harvey realized this was just like with Gurpreet. Harvey, or Harpinder as he was now, seemed completely normal to Harry. "You never ask me for advice about clothes."

"I just didn't want to bug you with my day to day stuff" Harry admitted, a bit embarrassed "you're such a famous fashion influencer after all. I'm sure you have more important things to do." Just then Harvey got a notification on his phone, actually he was receiving several. He unlocked it and the phone opened to a photo-sharing social media app. Instead of his usual profile, he was logged into @sikhstyleguru under the name Harpinder Singh. The page looked like it was regularly updated with photos of Harvey as he appeared now, wearing a variety of fashionable suits and street wear. Scrolling down, Harvey figured this page had to have been active for a few years, which should have been impossible because he only transformed a few weeks ago. Was reality changing? Is that why no one thought his sudden changes were odd? Either way, Harvey took this as proof that he wasn't imagining things, he really had become a Sikh man.

He tapped on his most recent photo, the one he was getting notifications for. The like count was already well above three thousand and still ticking up. Comments included phrases like "waheguru" followed by praying hands emoji and "Att" with the fire emoji. "I really am a fashion influencer" Harvey said to himself.

"That's why I'm asking you, you know better than anyone" Harry said. Harvey was confident he'd be able to return to normal, as he had before. For now he decided he would play along with Harry's vision of him, as it would be useless to try and convince Harry that he was someone else. Still, Harvey's idea of a good outfit was a white tee and black jeans, hardly the wisdom that Harry was expecting. He decided he should just answer truthfully. "Honestly, Harry, I don't think either of those shirts would work." Harpinder stroked his hairy chin while thinking, "If you're going to meet with other leaders of your organization, you yourself should look like a leader. I think I can lend you something." He turned to his own wardrobe and saw that it was replaced by a pop-up closet. Due to the dorm's restricted space, it was smaller than any proper closet would be, but it still had enough rack space to hold Harprinder's many suits, with drawers at the bottom for the rest of his clothes. He picked out a deep blue dress shirt, a vibrant yellow dress tie, brown slacks, and matching black leather belt and dress shoes. Harry quickly changed and the items fit surprisingly well on him, despite belonging to someone else.

"This is awesome, I've never had a suit I liked this much" Harry was checking himself out from a few different angles.

"It's all about finding the right fit. Now you look ready for business" Harprinder grinned. Harry threw his arms up and gave Harpinder a big hug. He chuckled and hugged back, "Easy there, try not to wrinkle my shirt too much." Harpinder impressed even himself with his wisdom. Maybe this fashion influencer thing wouldn't be too hard. Once Harry had let go, apologizing for any wrinkles he might have caused, Harpinder turned back to his closet and considered his next move. He thought Harry's outfit could use a little something more to truly stand out. He grabbed two cloths from his closet. "Hold still Harry, I just need to add one last touch." Harpinder first tied the blue cloth around Harry's head into a patka. Harry did as he was told and didn't stop Harpinder, but he was still visibly uncomfortable.

"You know, Harp, these turbans look really good on you. I'm just think this is weird on a white guy like me."

"Nonsense, you just need to see it all together" Harpinder tied the yellow cloth into a morni pagg turban. Then he used a salai needle to smooth out the folds. "See? Isn't that better?"

Harry looked at himself in their dorm's mirror, turning his head to check a few different angles. "I guess so…" Harry saw his face turn a darker shade of brown and became delighted. "Yes! This vibrant yellow does go well with my skin tone. That was a good choice, Harpinder" Harry said in a Punjabi accent.

Harpinder nodded, "Now we must do something about your hair."

"But all of my hair is under my dastaar" then a short chinstrap of curly black hair grew on Harry's previously bare face.

"Obviously I meant your facial hair" Harpinder chuckled, using a wooden comb to remove the tangles in Harry's new beard.

"Ah, that is much better" Harry admired his Punjabi features in the mirror.

"I'm glad I could help" with this task complete, the pink turban on Harpinder's head unspooled and returned to being a simple pink scarf. Harpinder himself reverted to being Harvey, and his pop up closet disappeared, leaving behind Harvey's original wardrobe. The only thing that didn't turn back to normal was the now Sikh Harry. "Woah, who are you!?"

"Harvey you are so sweet. Pretending you don't recognize me because I look so much better in this suit? I'm flattered" Harry winked.

Harvey recognized that jokingly flirty attitude, "Harry, is that you?"

"It's pronounced Harri, you know that. Anyways, thank you for helping me pick out an outfit, I'll have to return the favor some time. But for now, I'm off to meet my felllow Queer Student Union leaders" Harri lifted the boxes from his bed and made his way to the door of the dorm.

"You can't leave, there's something wrong!"

"The only thing wrong here is that a cute guy like you is still only wearing a patka. Before the next Sikh Student Alliance meeting I am going to have to tie the most handsome dastar on you. See ya!" And with that, Harri blew a kiss and left the dorm.

"No, Harry, wait!" But it was too late, Harri was gone. "This is so freaky! First I'm changing, now Harry is too! Did I do that to him?" Harvey took a look at himself in the mirror. "It's got to be because of this patka I got from that Indian club. It's making me look like them!" Harvey tried to yank the black cloth from his head, but it wouldn't budge no matter how he pulled. "It's no use, the thing is tied on like some kind of magic." he sighed. "At least I can take care of you" Harvey said, looking at his short brown beard. Harvey went to his "hair care" drawer. He was pretty obsessed with maintaining a perfect pompadour, so he always kept a drawer stocked with hair scissors, razors, tweezers, an electric shaver, Combs, and his favorite gel. Opening the drawer, he discovered that most of these items were gone! In their place was a wooden comb, a salai needle, some kind of beard oil, and multiple patka cloths. "Where's all my stuff!? I thought I changed back" Harvey slammed the drawer, "I am not giving up that easy, you stupid beard"

Harvey grabbed a pair of office scissors from his study desk and went back to the mirror. They weren't the ideal tool for grooming his beard, but they would have to do. He brought the scissors close to his chin and attempted to cut, but the scissors wouldn't close. "Huh?" Harvey pulled the scissors away from his face and heard the satisfying "snip" of the scissors cutting the air, but as soon as they got close to his face, he couldn't bring himself to close his fingers together. "Are you kidding me? I can't cut my beard either!?"

It had become evidant that whatever magic had transformed Harvey twice today was also preventing him from removing his patka and hair, even in his white form. "I need to find a way to get 100% back to normal, and also prevent future transformations." Harvey thought the best way to do that was to write down everything he knew about his predicament. He grabbed his Religious Studies 372 notebook and started a list on a new page. 1. This all started when those people from the Sikh club tied this patka on my head. 2. I can't take the patka off, except to sleep and shower. Even then, I end up tying it back on without noticing. 3. When fabric touches this patka, I turn into one of those turbanned Indian guys. The table cloth and the scarf had very different results. Maybe the type of cloth matters? 4. When I transform, my personality changes a little bit and my memory gets a bit foggy. I should keep this notebook with me so I don't forget who I really am.

Harvey sighed and closed the notebook. He didn't know much yet, but this was a start. "It goes without saying I need to avoid that Sikh club, even if it does cost me a grade" Harvey checked the time on his phone "can't let my other grades slip though, my break's almost over" Harvey packed his things and marched to his next class, believing that he was temporarily safe from Punjabification.

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