#Camp Navajo

[vintagecamping]

A hiker explores the Elephants Feet. Arizona

1969

[spookcataloger]

Devil Dog vs the Yee Naaldlooshii (2017)

[justmewondering56]

Hey what if I was told these organizations are participating in the cloning and eating young girls

[andpierres]

monument valley (navajo nation/utah) pics from yesterday ☀️ we're camping here for a few days!

[nocternalrandomness]

A German CH-53GS on an Exfil/Evac training mission near Camp Navajo in northern Arizona

[super-luna-fic]

Camp Justice Character Profiles

Callan "Cal" Josephine Alvarez W.

Alias: Crow Camp Justice Age: 14 Sex: Female Species: Human Hair: Dark Brown Curly Eye Color: Dark Hazel Brown Camp Justice Height: 5'6 Race/Ethnicity: West Indian (Trinidad and India), Dominican, Caucasian Skills: Martial Arts, Stealth, Weaponry, Acrobatics, Gymnastics, TBA Personality/Traits: Friendly (most of the time), Competitive, Short-tempered, Hardworking, Optimistic, Patient (that's what she thinks), Loyal, Mischievous, Hardheaded, Playful, Caring

Richard "Dick" John Grayson

Alias: Robin Camp Justice Age: 14 Sex: Male Species: Human Hair: Black Short and Wavy Eye Color: Electric Blue Camp Justice Height: 5'5.75 Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (Romanian, French) Skills: Martial Arts, Stealth, Weaponry, Acrobatics, Decoding (Hacking), Gymnastics Personality/Traits: Optimistic, Compassionate, Caring, Loyal, Cocky, Playful, Hot-tempered, Ambitious

Wallace "Wally" Rudolph West

Alias: Kid Flash Camp Justice Age: 15 Sex: Male Species: Human Hair: Red Straight Eye Color: Gemstone Green Camp Justice Height: 5'8 Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (Scottish, Norwegian) Skills/Powers: Martial Arts, Stealth, Super Speed, Super Stamina, Accelerated Healing, Phasing, Science Personality/Traits: Energetic, Impatient, Loyal, Caring, Playful, Talkative, Cocky, Kind Hearted

Kaldur'ahm

Alias: Aqualad Camp Justice Age: 16 Sex: Male Species: Atlantean, Human Hair: Light Blonde Curly Eye Color: Pistachio Green Camp Justice Height: 5'9 Race/Ethnicity: African American (Nigerian Ancestry) Skills/Powers: Martial Arts, Superhuman Strength, Hydro kinesis, Enhanced Hearing, Durability, Aquatic Respiration Personality/Traits: Calm, Level-headed, Caring, Loyal, Responsible, Noble

Conner "Con" Kent

Alias: Superboy Camp Justice Age: Biological body of 15-year-old but was created 6 months before being discovered Sex: Male Species: Kryptonian, Human Hair: Black Straight Eye Color: Ocean Blue Camp Justice Height: 5'9 Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian Skills/Powers: Martial Arts, Super Strength, Super Hearing, Durability, Enhanced Vision, Accelerated Healing Personality/Traits: Hard-headed, Defiant, Loyal, Temperamental, Shy

Roy Harper

Alias: Speedy, Red Arrow Camp Justice Age: 17 Sex: Male Species: Human Hair: Red Orange Straight Eye Color: Sky Blue Camp Justice Height: 5'9.5 Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (Dutch), Native American (Navajo) Skills: Martial Arts, Stealth, Archery, Technology, Weaponry Personality/Traits: Loyal, Short-tempered, Serious (sometimes), Playful

Artemis Crock

Alias: Artemis Camp Justice Age: 15 Sex: Female Species: Human Hair: Blonde Wavy Eye Color: Green-grey Camp Justice Height: 5'7 Race/Ethnicity: White (Scandinavian), Asian (Vietnamese) Skills: Martial Arts, Archery, Weaponry, Stealth Personality/Traits: Passionate, Loyal, Witty, Hardheaded

M'gann M'orzz

Alias: Miss Martian Camp Justice Age: Generally appears as a 15-year-old but is biologically 45 Sex: Female Species: Martian Hair: Red Straight Eye Color: Reddish Brown Camp Justice Height: Generally presents herself as 5'7 Race/Ethnicity: N/A Skills/Powers: Martial Arts, Telepathy, Phasing, Flight, Mind Control, Shapeshifting, Invisibility, Durability Personality/Traits: Optimistic, Cheerful, Playful, Loyal, Polite, Caring

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DC original characters or plots. The only characters I own are the ones I created. This is merely a fanfiction story.

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A/N: Thank you so much for continuing to keep up with my posts. I will be posting the first chapter later this week. If you have any questions or just want to talk please do send me a message!

See ya later!

[demontisms]

Poor women and girls in every country and region in the world don't have access to basic feminine hygiene products. Don't pretend like poor women and girls in Gaza are unique. It's the same for poor women and girls in Burundi, Honduras, Afghanistan, Mongolia, Papua, Bolivia, EVERYWHERE. Poor girls and women on native reservations in the USA don't have access to pads or tampons either. Many don't have access to potable water. Or reliable electricity, sanitation or infrastructure of any kind. It's been that way for more than a hundred years in some cases. But do Palestinian supporters from any of those countries or regions give a shit? No. Are they doing anything to help alleviate local period poverty? No. They're too busy posting watermelon emojis and watching TikToks to care about what's right in front of them. You know that as of 2024 there are 326 "Indian reservations" in the USA? Three hundred and twenty six. And thousands more in Canada. You know what Native American activists call reservations? Concentration camps. Open air prisons. Reservations exist in 34 of the 50 United States. More than 1.5 million people live on them. The largest rez covers 3 states and has a population of more than 170,000 (the Navajo Nation in Arizona/New Mexico/Utah.)

believe it or not, i agree with you on several points, actually. i think period poverty is a huge issue, and people should be helping locally. i think reservations are a fascist facet of the colonial imperialist regime of the US empire and they should be abolished.

however, no one is saying this is a situation unique to gaza!! no one is saying this is a non-issue elsewhere!!

we are talking about what is happening in gaza right now because it is happening ON ACCOUNT OF the genocide. we are talking about what is happening in gaza right now because it is a FACET of the genocide.

the answer to palestinians facing a lack of period products because of a genocide is not to minimize the genocide because other people are also suffering.

when you send asks like this, it becomes transparent that if you wanted to do something about it, you would, and that you don't actually care, you're just fishing for a specific type of response, which is one i won't give.

sorry, anon. try harder next time.

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[christinescupofcoffee]

Kinkmas | day v.

“las cruces is for lovers” (the scorpion ladies)

I thought I was going crazy. After the fact that we had been stung by the intense venom of the scorpions out in the desert, the four of us had been brought together by the mere circumstance of it all, and now we were on our way to standing up to the incoming storm on our backs. We may have looked like women, but we had our shields up and ready for whatever weather may have come our way, as if we had those hard exoskeletons on our person. At the same time, I had my worries. I had my fear that Brendan was going to be stung in our moments alone together, and more so when he raked his fingers across the strands of my braid at the back of my head.

Whenever he had put me into the mood, at any given point, I had to be sure that the braid wasn’t morphing into a stinger. He told me that I was wearing him out, too, as the scorpion’s venom had given me more of a thirst than I had had before. I was strong and I had the power and the strength, and he knew it. My love was afraid of me even as he simultaneously loved me for everything about me. I worried that I had become too much for him.

His eyes always looked so hungry when he saw me, but at the same time, I saw a glimmer of dread in there. It felt as though he had grown wary of my appetite, and I also worried about stinging him and injecting him with my deadly venom.

Vanessa and Rita were all good about it, given they were both unattached, but Egypt, Maya, and I had our doubts. In fact, the three of us were so concerned about it that the four of us agreed on something of an experiment. 

We made our trek down to Las Cruces to see if we could give our bodies to the development of an anti-venom treatment. If we were to keep going, we had to make sure we didn’t lose control in any given circumstance. Most of it was guided by my own concerns 

The five of us had piled into Maya’s bright blue Volkswagen bus, and we had packed our things in the hopes to be away from home for more than a week. It was a four hour drive down to Las Cruces, but it was the winter time, and we were driving through mountains: scorpions came out during the thick of the heat, after all. We were all bundled up in our parkas, while Maya had brought several of her densely woven Hopi blankets to keep us warm lest we be met with a snowstorm at any given point during the trip. We were driving along the high crest of a plateau only to descend down into the valley that was the low desert on the head of a blizzard: we had to time it right.

And we did not time it right.

Somewhere near Socorro and South Baldy, the halfway point of the ride down to Las Cruces, with the Rio Grande to our side and the mountains surrounding us like spires of a castle before they vanished into the clouds over our heads, the sky grew dark and heavy with moisture. I had my hope that it would rain, but when I placed my hand against the windowpane, I could tell that it was far too cold. Large snowflakes fell upon the windshield, and the road in front of us turned white with frost. Maya pulled over to the side of the road, and the five us huddled in the back part of her bus. We had our blankets and we had quite a bit of food onboard, but as far as I could tell, we were stuck there until the road cleared out, and when that would happen was anyone’s guess.

Maya had brought with her a little camping stove so we could make ourselves some hot cocoa in the bed section of the bus once we had moved the seats around: she knew those mountains as well as the part of the Rockies which made up the Navajo and Hopi Nations, and thus, she always came prepared. Our heads wet from the snow, we wrapped the blankets around us and huddled down around the warmth of the stove in the middle of the bus.

“You know what’s one thing I never really got to do before I was stung?” Egypt began with a clearing in her throat.

“What’s that?” I asked her, and she huddled closer to me.

“Explore myself with multiple people,” she replied in a low voice.

“How can you possibly think of that in a situation like this?” Vanessa demanded, albeit with a slight chuckle to her voice.

“It’s a means of staying warm,” Egypt replied with a straight face. “It’ll give us something to do, too. I reckon we’ll sleep better, too.” She turned to me with a hooding to her eyes.

She was this beautiful half-Apache woman with a pair of braids on either side of her head and lips shaped into a perfect heart. I always thought she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen along with my lovely Rita. Where Rita hailed all the way from the lush tropics of Costa Rica, Egypt and Maya both originally hailed from the vast wide stark beauty of the pueblos of the high desert, and I wanted to feel the experience of it all. We finished our cocoa and let our hands be the guides for us.

There really was nothing better to do than to let loose and explore ourselves amongst the five of us. Egypt had her lips on me while Vanessa was fondling my breasts. I returned the favor unto her with my fingers down inside of her jeans just to finger the head of her clit. Maya opened her pants for Egypt while I had opened my pants for Rita.

It grew so much warmer in there with our bodies pushed up against one another than the heat of the stove at the helm. Even with the snow on the windshield and the roof overhead, we kept warm and we danced around the heart of the fire as if we were performing a ceremony of sorts.

At the same time, however, I couldn’t believe the five of us were actually doing it. We had a full-fledged orgy in the bed section of Maya’s van, and there was no one else around on the interstate to witness it, either, given we were caught up in the midst of a blizzard.

[cryptophasia-nabros]

I'm going to try to write this thought out properly.

I saw a post comment with someone saying that jazz doesn't count as American culture because it was created by a mistreated minority (ie. African Americans).

Which, look, you wanna go up to a black person on any random US street and tell them they don't count as American, you're as racist as the Dred Scott case.

I don't believe that America and Canada, as personifications of their peoples, represent only the "White-Anglo-Saxon-Protestants". Both are diverse countries with a long history of immigration, not to mention the many indigenous peoples that inhabited the land before they came into existence as countries.

Have these minorities been treated awfully? Yes. But I believe that America and Canada as personifications have suffered for it. The abuse we have heaped in each other is to our detriment as a people and a nation. And to our Nations as well. Because I don't believe either Al nor Matt represent only the white European culture. They are also representative of an Navajo child stolen from his family and forced into a Reservation school, a black girl who is spat at for trying to drink out of the Whites-only water fountain, an Japanese family in an internment camp, and a Mexican one forcibly separated at the border. They have been hurt, and hurt themselves. They have been taught to hate parts of themselves, but that part is still there.

I like to think that as time has past and we as a people have grown (somewhat anyways), so have they. When I think of our Hetalia America and Canada, I think there is potential there to explore. With all Nations of course, in different ways. But I always enjoy seeing the North America brothers depicted as more than just a mush of co-opted British/European culture. I love AU versions of them as mixed race as well, and wish it was depicted more often.

If that makes any sense....

[genderqueerdykes]

Do you have any tips or resources for someone who wants to get into drag?

hello there!

this is a good question! i don't have any websites or anything like that handy, but i'll make sure to include things as i find them!

my biggest piece of advice is to observe what other drag artists are doing. there's not a rulebook or anything like that, a lot of artists go in a lot of different directions with their looks! i think it's best to try to get some exposure to the community on a large scale when and where possible and to just see what others are doing

you can think about any potential themes you'd like to incorporate, like bimbo, doll, lolita, ballroom, camp, alternative, gothic, nonhuman, or time period specific looks! there are lots of styles for all types of drag artists, there are lots of drag kings out there as well and the inspirations and themes for outfits can vary wildly!

it's good to think about what you think drag is for you, too. what is your statement? what are you telling the world when you dress in drag? what are you parodying? what is it a satire of? what are you making fun of? what are you expressing? is it self love? is it showing the world this is who you are inside? is it commentary on how society views you? is it how you can have fun and look pretty at the same time? is it about breaking down binaries? having to over-perform womanhood, manhood, or nonbinaryhood? feeling like a caricature? and so on and so forth

once you have an idea of what you are expressing when you do drag, it can give you some more inspiration on looks. you are never locked into one look, having one name, being one type of performer. you can switch between being a drag queen, king, artist, and thing! there's nothing stopping you from having multiple drag personas, or not having one at all. you don't have to have a name or a specific persona if that doesn't suit you

if you want to have a specific persona, a lot of folks like to make their name or title some type of pun. i'm autistic and suck at cultural references, so i'm not great at lending a hand on this one! but some folks are able to come up with some hilarious names. humor is a huge part of drag so please don't feel like you can't be funny. drag can leave you crying laughing- some performers love to do comedy in drag and it rips!

you can also be serious, sexy, mysterious, playful, animalistic, nonhuman, alien, or childlike. it's totally up to you, there's no hard set rules, it's a very play it by ear kind of thing. above all else it is an artform, meaning it is highly up to interpretation. you don't have to necessarily layer your face up in makeup if that doesn't suit you. if you can find other ways to express yourself and have fun with gender and presentation that don't involve that, show people!

many performers also include cultural aspects of their ethnicity into their drag as well! i live in a highly diverse area with a lot of latine and indigenous performers and i have met a lot of local navajo queens who have incorporated fashion from their culture into their looks as well! drag's foundation is in black & latine ballroom culture, people of color have always had a massive hand in being the pioneers of drag, so don't be afraid to incorporate those themes into your performances and outfits if it feels comfortable to you

clothes and wigs can be thrifted depending on the area you live in, and your sizes. i have found great success (i.e. all of my outfits except my vests!) from thrift stores. it can take some looking but it is worth it. however, i do understand some folks struggle to find cute clothes for drag because their local area does not have great thrift stores. it is okay to do what you have to to find cheap clothes, if you do not have access to thrift stores that have a lot of variety, you can always look for consignment shops and other types of boutiques of that variety, and i do believe there are lots of drag closets online, as well as any other sites that you personally find clothes from that suits the aesthetic you're going for! you can find clothes for drag anywhere if you develop an eye for it

i would highly suggest browsing youtube for wig styling and makeup tutorials! i just kind of view my face as a canvas and paint on whatever i think would look cool, but for some of my looks i am learning how to play with light and shadow, so i highly recommend just browsing for tutorials for people who match your skin and hair type! i would highly recommend making sure you are specifying what type of hair you are working with when searching for tutorials

you can start playlists of songs to perform to if music is your thing, and you can also look up choreography for songs on youtube as well for ideas, if music will be involved in your performing. it's definitely not necessary though, and many folks dress up and spend time in drag to socialize, not to sing and dance, which is totally fine as well! comedy, book readings and cooking tutorials are just a few other things that folks like to do while in drag! you can do a lot or nothing at all it's really up to you

i hope this helps! if we come up with anything else, we'll add it! you can also ask any more specific questions you'd like! we hope this was a good place to start off from!

[tarmac-rat]

OC Interview: Riley

Tagged by @glitchinginthegarden and @seraphfighter. You can read their respective entries here and here

Roleplaying prompts like these are very much not my forte, so I tried my best. And I also might've borrowed Glitch's idea and inserted Johnny into the dialogue as well, just to keep the conversation...organic.

Tagging @clusterfxckedbysirens @ghostoffuturespast @butchsquatch @luvwich and @seeker-of-truth and y'all have probably already done this but I need to get better at tagging people and it's my own fault for being late lol

Note: This recording was recovered from a trash can after presumably being discarded by the interviewer

Name?

V: "V." Interviewer: "Oh, um...like, just the letter?" V: "No."

Nickname?

V: "...V." Interviewer: "*clearly flustered* So you, uh, you don't have a nickname, or--?" Johnny: "Not worth it, pal. You're lucky she's even givin' you this much." Interviewer: "But--" Johnny: "Trust me, choom, fishin' for the truth ain't worth it. Drop it while you still can."

Her full name is Riley Bakker Aldana the fifth. For all intents and purposes, "V" is both her nickname and a part of her full name, since it's a patronymic suffix. Since she comes from a long line of Riley Aldana's, V very rarely uses her actual first name and has never consistently gone by it-- she has always simply been "V" from birth. Johnny, of course, thinks this is the stupidest thing he's ever heard in his life.

Gender?

Johnny: "Ever since V was a child, she's always identified with what's between her legs--" V: "Where are you going with this?" Johnny: "--a cunt." V: *Lets out a long sigh*

Star sign?

V: "Is this an actual interview or is this the second round of sorority rush?" Johnny: "Don't be fuckin' rude. She's a Scorpio, like me." V: "Wait wait wait, I know, like, one thing for sure about star signs, and it's that you and I don't have the same one." Johnny: "Your birthday's less than a month after mine." V: "That's not how zodiac signs work." Johnny: "Look it up, then, if you're so confident." V: "Fine. Just, one sec," *Pulls out phone, types something, types another thing, types another thing* "I'm a..." *types another thing* "...Pisces."

Riley is a Sagittarius

Height?

Johnny: "Five foot nine even. Five foot eight and a half if she's standing on one leg." V: "'Bout sums it up."

Riley's cybernetic right leg is roughly a quarter to a half inch shorter than her organic left leg, so she's got a bit of a weird gait and tends to favor her right side more than her left in fights. She'll eventually get it fixed, but she then spends a few months walking around like a newborn deer tripping over nothing as a result.

Orientation?

V: "'I guess 'bi' is the term I'd throw out there for it, but honestly, dating and managing a love life are the last things on my mind these days. Not like I don't have time, I just don't think settling down's in the cards for me yet. But in terms of preference, though, I don't really lean any which way." Johnny: "So basically, 'people hot'."

Nationality/ethnicity?

V: *laughs slightly* "I don't think I'm technically an NUSA citizen since I spent the first twenty-two years of my life in a car, so I don't know if I technically have a 'nationality' in the literal sense. Ethnicity-wise, most if not all of my mom's side of the family is Diné, so that's easy enough. My dad's side is the question mark. Never met the guy, and my mom never talked about him."

Riley's maternal side of the family is Navajo-- her great-grandfather grew up in Kayenta, AZ, and many founding members of the Bakkers were people from there and the surrounding areas who felt it safer to go westward during the Collapse. Conversely, Riley's father Felix is a smuggler who had a brief fling with her mother Ivy when the Bakkers were camped near the NM/Mexico border in 2052 (and post-Unification War now operates around Fort Hancock, TX). Felix is Mexican-Apache, and blissfully unaware that he has a daughter running around 25 years later fucking up shit in Night City.

Favorite fruit?

V: "I...don't know if I've ever actually eaten a real piece of fruit in my life." Johnny: "You're fucking with me." V: "What!?" Johnny: "Fuckin' hell, we're havin' a conversation after this. Just pick a fruit flavor, and move on. Any of 'em." V: "I, uh, um..." *places hands on her hips, sighs, goes silent* "Green apple, then, I don't know."

Favorite season?

V: "Well, summers in the desert were unbearable, and winters in the desert were boring as all sin, so I guess one of the middle seasons? If I had to pick one, I'd probably pick spring-- the places in the Sonora we used to stay at in the springtime were always pretty nice."

Favorite flower?

V: "Mexican Gold Poppies." Johnny: "Oh, what, you have a favorite flower but you don't have a favorite fruit!?"

Riley likes gold/yellow things despite it not really being in her color scheme. While she likes Gold Poppies, the flower I generally associate her with is a Black-eyed Susan, which are symbols of justice and survival.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

V: "Depends, but I generally lean towards coffee." Interviewer: "With anything?" V: "Synmilk." Johnny: "And whiskey." V: "Only on Sundays."

Average hours of sleep?

Johnny: "*snorts* Go on, V. Tell 'em 'bout your thoroughly robust and well-kept sleep schedule." V: "I sleep!" Johnny: "Sure, when you get knocked the hell out or fuckin' flatline on me. *to the interviewer* Two hours a night, average." V: "It's more than that! Stop being dramatic." Johnny: "And when she does fuckin' crash, because y'know she will, she's out for a day plus. It'll be like livin' with a corpse. I could host a music festival in that apartment and she prolly wouldn't even roll over to check the time."

Exaggeration aside, Riley will get around 3-5 hours of sleep a night-- combination of restlessness and preferring to work nights. After about 2 weeks of doing that, her body will basically say "NO MORE" and shut down for a day or two to recover.

Dog or cat person?

V: "Cat." Johnny: "Liar." V: "What?" Johnny: "It's horses." V: "Johnny!"

Dream trip?

V: "Not sure. Always used to hear nice things about Australia-- maybe there, I guess? Or maybe Morocco, or Rome? Somewhere warm and dry. And definitely not on the water."

Favorite fictional character?

Johnny: "Let me tell you a little story about a guy from Seattle and the acid trip he had while staring at a pack of Camel cigarettes--" V: "Nope, not even close." Johnny: "Oh, my deepest apologies, princess, were you going to come up with a better answer from the wealth of popular media you consume on a daily basis?" V: "...Fair enough."

Johnny is referring to the book Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins, which is probably the only novel Riley's read in the last five years. She hates this book for its pretentiousness but since she rarely consumes pop culture as it is, it's really her only fallback when talking about fiction she's actually engaged with.

Number of blankets you sleep with?

V: "One tops, maybe? I tend to run hot. Maybe two in the winter if it's cold enough."

Fun fact?

V: "A fun fact." Johnny: "'Fun' fact, eh? Might be askin' too much of her there." Interviewer: "It can be anything. Your favorite color, what car you drive, how many times you've--" V: "I once helped smuggle the CFO of Asukaga & Finch and his lover over the Texas border after he embezzled 4.7 million dollars from them in 2071." Interviewer: "I, uh, you...what?" V: "I mean, he's probably dead now. What're you gonna do, arrest me?" Johnny: *Starts laughing*

[thomaswaynewolf]

New Episode available wherever you listen! This is the fourth episode in the series over the Apache Indians in the American Southwest. This episode covers the immediate consequences of the “cutting of the tent” and the murder of Mangas Coloradas by the US Army. Cochise, betrayed and angered by the death of his family, friends, & father-in-law goes on the warpath and punishes any and all White Eyes (and Mexicans) that he encounters. This obviously leads to far-reaching consequences for both the Americans and the Apaches of the American Southwest.

This episode also covers the Mescalero Apache and the death of Manuelito which ultimately leads to the Mescalero’s surrender and their transportation to the ill-fated Bosque Redondo by Kit Carson. The Navajo, swashbuckling Graydon and his duel, the election of President Grant, Joh and Geronimo’s retribution against the famed Indian Killer Lieutenant Cushing, the Board of Indian Commissioners, and so much more play a vital role in the 10 years covered in this episode.

Ultimately, all of this leads to what becomes known as the horrendous Camp Grant Massacre in Arizona which involves an incredible (although quite flawed) American named Oury, the Mexican-American Vecinos led by the Elias Brothers, the O’odham (Papagos), and the leader of the White Mountain Apaches (who was also the once owner of Felix the kidnapped boy) named Eskiminzin.

The cover features an O’odham warrior as he descends on Apache wikiups in Araivapa Canyon during the Camp Grant Massacre during sunrise.

[disast3rtransp0rt]

I hate being a history teacher in small-town America.

I hate that I can't go into work on a normal day and teach kids history.

There's too much sanitized crap about what happened in World War II. It's so gentle about what America and Europe did to the rest of the world before and after. It doesn't mention Japanese internment camps for more than a paragraph and you can bet your ass the Navajo Code Talkers, Senegalese Tirailleurs, and Nightwitches (588th USSR Night Bomber Regiment) were nowhere to be seen.

F.D.R. comes up three separate times and there's an entire page dedicated to Hideki Tojo, but nowhere does it bring up the man-made disasters of the Manhattan Project tests or the subsequent displacement of the Marshall Islands' inhabitants.

It's fucking gross and it drives me wild.

[pinkflipphonez]

NEED 2 hear more abt indigenous!amerus….

[AAHHHH oh my goodness, I love this QUESSSTIOONN!! I think--]

to begin, Russia and America have more than 300+ indigenous cultures and languages within their regions. I do not aim to represent them as a monolith nor do my hcs aim to define a solitary native culture as their respective identities. seeing as they are a personification of their countries, I see them as an amalgamation of each culture's traditions.

working off the last post where I reference them speaking Diné and Koryak:

they began speaking these languages to each other in the early 1800s because of how close they were growing as friends. seriously, Fort Ross (aka Metini as named by the Pomo indigenous people of the region) was a Russian settlement established in California that existed to trade only with Americans. Alfred and Ivan used this settlement to get to know each other better and truly appreciate their indigenous identity over the revered status of their caucasian colonial overseers (Fort Ross was actually funded by an imperialist company so pls assume cultural diffusion is the only good thing they did; I only ref it as a point in history that connects their indigeneity as Siberian, Alaskan, and American natives all passed through this fort). It started off as a means to better interact with each other's people but then they began communicating exclusively with each other,,, and then it became more intimate,, y'know.

they would often hunt together (and al absolutely knocked it outta the park) but ivan would help him with preparing fur pelts (as koryaki or aleut/inuk culture exceeded at making coats and it was the largest trade in FR).

Native American and Siberian and Inuit/Inuk peoples in early history were IN LOVE with astronomy (and i'd say the pioneers of astronomy as a science)! this is where both Ame and Rus acquired their appreciation for space, and of course, the number one thing they geek tf out about together. space is not simply their hyper-fixation, but a part of everything they do. they plan ceremonies in kamchatka by the arrangement of the stars (specifically the Pleiades, or aka sakiattiak (Inuit) or coyote's daughters (Paiute)) because it is the origin of indigenous life. they camp out in chaco canyon at every equinox to stargaze.

they don't stay 'I love you' to each other. however, they do cook each other the most elaborate and appreciative meals: venison with cowberry sauce, smoked omul, cajun salmon, frybread (NAVAJO TACOS 4EVER) w all sorts of toppings, and BEEF JERKY! they prepare the best beef jerky in the whole darn tootin world!!!

Ivan is the singer in this boy band and Alfred is the dancer (and drummer tbh). Ivan is downright gifted in throat singing and could perform the dance of the seagulls with one stoli bottle and half a bar of alenka chocolate in his system. alfred can belt out while drumming, there's no doubt-- but I can tell you right now that he is DEADLY with his men's traditional dance. tbh, he wins 1000+ seduction points with Ivan when he dances lol

THEY CREATE FOR EACH OTHER. when they hunt, they use every bone in that sacred creature's body to make each other charms, knives, bracelets, rings, little beads for beaded jewelry--

AND BOY DO THEY BEAD!! ivan's regalia is comprised of reindeer skin and beads, and al will go 40 hrs straight sewing them on for him as well as making his headbands and jingle bells (he's a pattern whizz). al is more of a boujee native, so Ivan freaking obliges him so much that he will bead the most beautiful earrings, chains and medallions you have ever seen (he is a design whizz-- also alfred begged him for one with the vegas knights to brag to his bro about cause STANLEY CUP RAAAAH!!)

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Written and illustrated by Native Americans from various tribal nations, these graphic novels detail the deep emotions of leaving one's homeland to fight in a ar far away, the comfort and benefi in finding those who speak our native language, and the pride in knowing you served your country while honoring our people ... The Marine Corps' Navajo Code Talker Program was established in September 1942 as the result of a recommendation made the previous February by Mr. Philip Johnston to Major General Clayton B. Vogel, USMC, Commanding General, Amphibious Corps, Pacific Fleet, whose headquarters was at Camp Elliott, California ... The Code Talkers Trader Book in c. 1968 Congress honored a group of World War II veterans who provided a unique service to the nation's war effort. In a ceremony in the Capitol on July 26, the original twenty-nine Navajo "code talkers" received the Congressional Gold Medal, and subsequent code talkers received the Congressional Silver Medal. Their unbreakable code helped the U.S. Marine Corps battle across the Pacific from 1942 to 1945. Until 1968, they and their code remained secret. Their story further comes to national attention when the motion picture Windtalkers opens in June 2002. Written and photographic records in the National Archives document the code talkers' wartime contributions and tell us how this unusual military program got started ... ✊🏼