Sorry for forcing yall to look at a very indulgent cryptid dragon but anyway um. its an attempt!! I'm so iffy on the colors but urgg. I wanted it to be an approximate mix of Grian's various "lives". I wanna draw dragons!!! So bad!! I love dragons!!!!!!! So much!!!!
Some other lifer dragon concepts/sketches below cut
If people still wanna see me dragonify lifers then sure!! These are just quick ideas I wanted to get on paper
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i hope we continue to see more protests within the US military. i see a lot of leftists and folks who are anti-military who have such an open disdain for the people who are in the military, yet neglect to considering the conditions this country makes to produce ideology, poverty, and the illusion of choice to make all kinds of people choose to enlist in the military. You ever see those videos of ROTC kids recording each other asking why they joined the military and everyone's like, "healthcare", "it helped me go to college", "I was bored" or "free ptsd lol". I hate to remind everyone but folks who are in the military are people, too, and they are the same victims and perpetrators of violence as the rest of you, we have all been shallowly conditioned to view each other as enemies just because one person is wearing army greens and the other is not.
some of the biggest anti-war advocates are those who engaged in war. Veterans who genuinely believed they were protecting the US against "terrorism" come back with blood on their hands, and they choose to realize that it was US imperialism that forced them to carry out violence, instead of doubling down and shielding themselves from the fact that they too are capable of atrocities... This is a class of people who are intentionally conditioned to be as poor and as ideologically aligned to US imperialism so that the military has a never-ending pool to send their youth to destroy other country's youth. The only people I have ever heard say "do not join the military" are those who ARE military.
This is in no way to ever excuse or explain away any of the atrocious war crimes and violence this industry and its people have committed against others. What I am saying is that we absolutely cannot cast aside the individuals who have been victimized within US imperialism, even if they are wearing army greens. I was speaking with my Palestinian classmate last week and another classmate--a member of the US air force-- walked up to me and struck up a conversation. My military classmate showed me her new bird, bid both of us goodbye, and left. My Palestinian classmate asked me if I was close with her, and I said we talked quite often, and she said, "I never met a person who's in the military. I still hate the military, but I never knew that they did, too. I didn't realize that they were also victims."
If my Palestinian classmate--one who is actively watching her own community die--can understand that it is not individuals who are the problem but it is in fact systems, US imperialism, white supremacy, capitalism...why can't we all? And she has EVERY reason to hate any individual military member. A lot of online activism just creates more barriers. if your optics look bad, complicated, or contradictory, you are cast aside. Everyone has got the be the perfect activist, you can never make a mistake or share a half-baked thought, you should always believe every word from a marginalized persons mouth (because being marginalized doesn't mean you're not entrenched in white supremacy too!) and you should never question what you see...Do you know what you sound like? The very imperialists who are convincing poor whites to vote against themselves. Perfectionism is white supremacy. Black & white thinking is white supremacy.
I'd rather have a military member who genuinely believed in the US imperialism machine but was disillusioned after being deployed as my comrade than some leftist who cherishes the performance of "being a good person". I don't want "good people" in our movements. I want humans who care. I want humans who make mistakes and who learn from them. I want humans who accept the messiness of a person. I want humans who hold others accountable and allow themselves to take responsibility for their actions. I want people who change for themselves and others.
fight systems, not individual people. we can change each other, but if we're too preoccupied looking like the World's Perfect Activists, we will only consume each other alive. Connect to your fellow humans, forever and always.
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Has Clarke ever walked in on fuck boy Lexa getting sucked off by some girl the locker room or at a party? (Let's say Clarke has been in a relationship since before meeting Lexa in this scenario so while she's been interested she hasn't ended her relationship for this fuck boy)
Well the gag is, the two of them have been best friends since they were in diapers and they’ve also been in love with each other for as long as they can remember. The issue is that neither of them have ever been brave enough to fully cross that line; afraid of rejection and/or ruining the friendship they share. As the pair grew older they each dealt with this simmering tension in their own way. Lexa threw herself head first into the hormone filled waters of the high school social scene whereas Clarke chose what she perceived to be a much simpler path…flat out denial.
So to answer your question, has Clarke ever walked in on Lexa and another girl, the answer is an easy and resounding yes. The unfortunate part is that it’s happened several times and each time Clarke has accidentally walked in on some girl down on her knees between Lexa’s legs or caught sight of an explicit text message flashing across Lexa’s phone screen, it’s come at the worst time possible. Every time Clarke finds herself thinking that she might finally take a chance on the girl she’s loved her entire life along comes a painful reminder that Lexa would never give up her extracurricular activities to be with one girl.
And poor, idiot Lexa who’s convinced herself that if she can’t have the one girl she truly wants most in this world then the next best thing is to simply have every girl, is so oblivious to this trail of chaos she leaves in her wake. The most egregious example being the night of Octavia’s 18th birthday party when unbeknownst to Lexa, Clarke had walked in on her and on-again-off-again girlfriend Costia getting reacquainted in the Blake’s pool house.
Clarke wasn’t entirely sure what about that night felt so different or why she had the sudden urge to abandon this cat and mouse game and just admit to being hopelessly, stupidly head over heels for the girl. Maybe it was the endearing way that Lexa ignored protests from the other players as she consistently rigged games of beer pong in Clarke’s favor by knocking in her wayward shots and gifting her the ball back time after time, blatantly ignoring the 2-shots-per-turn rule. Perhaps it was the goofy way Lexa had shouted across the party for Clarke to ‘watch!’ as she did a backflip into the pool. Maybe it was the sweet way Lexa smiled at Clarke while they slow danced that night; not caring one bit that Clarke spent the whole time rambling on about some book she’d been reading while stepping all over Lexa’s toes as she struggled to find her rhythm.
It was hard to say what moment had finally tipped Clarke over the precipice but, whatever it was it had surely left her with a fire in her belly and an urge to find Lexa immediately. So she set off in search of the girl, slinking expertly through the crowd of sweaty bodies and pausing only momentarily to ask the birthday girl which way she’d seen Lexa go. In hindsight, when the words “pool house” rolled off of Octavia’s lips, Clarke should’ve known what she was about to bear witness to. But, she was high off the feeling of young love and her brain was dulled from the abhorrent amount of cheap beer she’d had to drink that night so she thought nothing more of it.
And ya know, the worst part wasn’t opening the door to find Costia’s lips wrapped around Lexa’s length. It wasn’t the way Lexa’s own lips parted in pleasure as her cheeks flushed an annoyingly sexy shade of pink. Nor was it the way Lexa grunted and moaned in pleasure before telling the girl servicing her that she “missed this” and “missed her”. No, the worst, most heartbreaking part of it all was the way Lexa lied straight to her face later that night when Clarke asked where she had disappeared to earlier. Yeah, the way Lexa’s eyes had subtlety grown wide in shock at the sudden inquisition, and the way her cheeks tinged that stupid shade of pink again as she stuttered her way through some half assed excuse about catching up with a few friends, that fucking hurt.
It hurt so much because she couldn’t even tell her best friend about the girl who broke her heart at some stupid birthday party.
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This is weird to type right after releasing another fic. I've been debating this for a little while (which is why I've been on an off on tumblr lately), but I'm taking a break from Tumblr. I do apologize if I haven't talked to you lately if you were my moot, there's been a lot of shit going on lmaoo. The people I've been surrounded by aren't toxic, but the way I feel kind of pressured to release fics is.
Plus, school is kicking my fucking ass. Exams are coming up, I have to get ready for those. My grades are ugh, and I'm not definitely not fucking failing after the hard work I put into my education. A lot of personal stuff has been going on aswell. Ever since October it's just been, rough. I'm just going to take a break from writing for a little bit until I get in a space where I actually can, healthily.
I'll release another fic, but it's more of for one person and not for all of my followers or anything. I should be back in likeee 2 weeks, I might be on to talk to others, I might not. I don't know. But, I wanted y'all to know before I fucking disapper. byyyee! :D
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