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While I’m here please remember Drew is a Lesbian. Not that anyone has been disagreeing or giving me shit for writing her as a lesbian!! I just feel it’s important to remember now and again, for fun and luck.
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“ kiss me, and you will see how important i am. “
29. …as a promise
leaving camp-half blood is always difficult. goodbyes are just… bad, even more so when reyna knows that all she has waiting for her back at camp jupiter is piles of paperwork and that strict, unbending roman schedule. drew is the last on her list of people she needs to say farewell to. not because she’s saving the best for last, as the girl would undoubtedly claim, but because reyna knows it will be her hardest.
there’s something in drew’s voice, the way she huffs, ‘ you’re coming back SOON, right?? ‘ that makes reyna think it’s not just herself who is grieving her departure. it’s typical drew, the way she dominates the conversation, but reyna doesn’t mind that, she never does. ‘ you can’t pull the same crap you did last time and not show up for six months. ‘ the greek continues. ‘ promise me you won’t. ‘
reyna’s not sure what comes over her. it’s not like there are assorted animals surrounding her singing ‘ sha-la-la-la-la you know you wanna kiss the girl, ‘ or something equally dumb, but there is something like a gravitational pull on her head and she finds herself slowly, tentatively pressing her lips against drew’s. the other girl doesn’t pull away, leans in a little closer, in fact, and that’s as good a sign as any for reyna.
“ how’s that for a promise?? “
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@tragematum @titanslayer ENOUGH
good morning dashboard! a lot of bullshit went down that i want to address. because i can. because i, as a black female roleplayer am impacted ( directly , indirectly , irrefutably so ) by the actions of yesterday. so many words are jumbling through my mind right now and i don’t even know what avenue to start off at , so i’ll just go at them one at a time.
1. THE USE OF AAVE. i understand that many of the words used in pop culture today like lit , bet , go off , sis , wig , yolo , bae , ETC gets tossed around in music and then translated into mainstream culture but the ISSUE with its usage is that white people , and white people in particular take these words with no recognition or NO validation from the black artists / intellects / etc they take it from. and this is CASUAL , casual appropriation. they’re just ~words~ what’s the big deal ? the big deal is this. it stems into a LARGER ocean , a bigger body of cultural appropriation that has been happening for centuries. so much of culture , of music , of fashion , of inspiration , is appropriating from black culture. and we never get any accolades or respect. miley cyrus wears dreadlocks and is HAILED for being fashion forward. zendaya wears dreadlocks and she’s shamed for it. says she smells like weed and olive oil. you see the issue there ? if you don’t you’re willfully being ignorant and that goes onto my next point.
2. TO BE IGNORANT IS TO BE PRIVILEGED. you know better. you all know better. you were all taught in school how segregation was downright EVIL. how slavery was an economic system that flourished by dehumanizing and battering black people into nothing more than manual labor. and some of ya’ll think that once the separate but equal law got passed that racism was over. NO HUSSIES THINK AGAIN !!!! we’re not even 100 years removed from the CRA , the movement , the death of MLK. the laws have changed but the social instruction , the teaching of diversity inclusion and loving your fellow man has not happened. racism is NOT over bc apparently we have white people chickenshit enough to go on anon and call black muns on here niggers because they’re whiteness is so fragile they can’t handle the truth and can’t handle being told they’re not allowed to have something. GUESS WHAT BLACK PEOPLE HAVEN’T BEEN ALLOWED TO HAVE ANYTHING FOR YEARS AND YOU ALL KEEP TELLING US TO BE QUIET AND JUST ~WORK HARD~ no get out. ignorance is a privilege. white people and sometimes nonblack poc are AFFORDED , in various degrees, the ability to see what the fuck is going on and turn off all receptors of empathy or competence to learn further. i am not afforded that luxury. i see black men and women killed at the end of a police gun. i see BLM getting reduced to violent , pillaging mongers. i’m called the n word on my campus. i’m denied access to some parties because i’m black. I AM NOT ALLOWED TO BE IGNORANT BECAUSE WHITENESS HAS CREATED A WORLD WHERE BLACKNESS IS STILL AN OTHER AND STILL SUBTIER TO WHITENESS. and that hasn’t changed. you ALL KNOW BETTER than to say the n-word. if you see racism call it out. to be ignorant is to side with the oppressor. you are no better.
3. SPEAKING OUT. if you are nonblack poc or a white and you see something on black issues you can still support. don’t go in there acting like you know more than the black muns who ACTUALLY experience the bullshit spoken about. but you can listen to their stories , help by giving a listening ear , by educating yourself on the issue , by learning and empowering with the black community. but silence doesn’t help and i understand that some people feel as if it’s not their place but if it’s not your place you’ll know. someone will tell you. but seeing racism and remaining silent doesn’t solve the problem. white people have a platform of activism that black people get overlooked by. so use that platform but use it smartly. know your privilege and if you can, help, as an ally the best thing you can do is stand by our side and give support but NOT act like you’re going to be a saviour ( and this is not directed at anyone in particular , this is just my take on how to be an ally if you’re white ). and to my nonblack poc people ??? oppression is not universal. we all experience in waves. but the common identity we share in being an OTHER should radicalize us to fight for one another in the best way we can. do not stand silent on black issues. it hurts us. and the fight for equality and inclusion should be across the board. and to those of you who have spoken out , who have recognized their inaction did more harm than good , thank you.
4. FINALLY , TO MY BLACK MUNS. i love you. to those of you who have fought the fight last night i applaud you. i know how tiring and soul draining it can be to yell out for acceptance when it seems like you’re screaming into a void. i understand that completely. may you find rest today. may your spirits be renewed. may your hearts be healed. nothing is more saddening and soul crushing then to realize and recognize that people don’t care about us. that they’d rather be comfortable in their racist ignorance and stoop to calling us niggers rather than to see fault in their actions and move for change. it hurts realizing that people don’t care and that we don’t know how to make them care. and to always have to fight again and again only to be met with opposition is back breaking. i hope you have found spaces to exist and be free and experience black joy with others. and i hope there can be change , a spearhead , a revolution to make this site just as inclusive for black muns as it can be. and if there’s a way to do that i would love to help , to plan , to mobilize. i hate this site but i keep coming back to it for the connections i’ve made are dearly important to me.
IN CONCLUSION, THE RACISM THAT OCCURRED LAST NIGHT WAS DISGUSTING. ABHORRENT. AND CHANGE NEEDS TO HAPPEN. IMMEDIATELY.
it must be nice to not experience antiblackness and it must be nice to turn away from this particular discussion because it doesn’t (directly) affect you it must be easy to pick and choose your moments of so-called activism and it must be So Easy to call this just “tumblr stuff” but someone being called a slur goes a lot further than drama because antiblackness is engrained in each layer of society and while we don’t need your fucking pity we also dont need y'all to sprout kumbaya bullshit what we need is white ppl and nonblack ppl to call their own ppl out so that black folk dont have to do it. if u feel attacked in some sort of way: get over it, this aint abt u, ur not the victim here
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` — hey, you’re doin’ so well right now. honestly. you should be proud! `
“ I am, I know. You can show your appreciation for it in ice cream, any time. ”
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Not to be That Bitch but Rick threw east asians, latinx people, native americans but especially the Cherokee, muslims, wlw and kids with mental disorders under the bus in his work. But like, the fandom, caring about that? Lmao. The only REAL crime is that he hasn’t written Grover more!! That P*rcabeth didn’t get more books/are going to New Rome!!!
One day when nanowrimo isn’t kicking my ass: angry knife lesbian will return. In the meantime, does anyone want Drew’s critique of their muses’ outfits/hairstyles in the inbox,
titanslayer.
` what do you mean piper’s got the flu. ` / @queenof10
“ That she’s got the flu. And is contagious. What the fuck did you THINK it meant, that she’s can-can dancing in a field somewhere without you? ”
titanslayer.
` uh. i — i guess it’s just an aesthetic thing. same reason we fight with swords, and use traditional armour, right? keeping the old ways a little bit more alive. `
“ The old ways are a total snooze-fest, and I refuse to accept that as an excuse. Togas are HIDEOUS, Jason. Almost as bad as this camp’s ugly orange shirts! They don’t GO with anything! ”
oiilblood.
“Listen, there’s nothing siblings won’t do. I know this first hand, ‘cause I’m related to both Leo and Harley. Overall, a squadron of highly trained mechanics that can build machines to fulfill any sort of prank.”
She patted Drew on the slim shoulder, completely unsure how to calm the beauty queen. Drew didn’t look quite as glamorous as usual, for sure, but she was still lovely in Nyssa’s view. A bit of smeary eyeliner and mascara, some patchy foundation, that couldn’t mar a child of Aphrodite. That couldn’t mar someone like Drew. Someone who was so incredibly, wonderfully beautiful. Nyssa didn’t want to stop looking at her, even in this state.
As if in a trance, she raised her hand, using one of her thick fingers to wipe at a smudge beneath Drew’s eye. Only then did she realize how close she was standing to the daughter of Aphrodite, their sides practically touching. Nyssa jolted back into reality and took a step back, expression slightly frantic.
“Like, uh, like I was saying. Siblings are, um, crazy. They do stuff. They do all sorts of stuff. It’s, uh, sometimes really the, um, worst.” The mechanic wasn’t sure where she was going with that line of thought, and she hung her head slightly as she accepted the rag back. Sure, maybe Drew felt humiliated with streaky makeup, but at least she wasn’t making an emotional mess of herself. Aside from, like, the shrieking.
“I won’t go anywhere. –Unless you want me to. I, um, I understand. The sibling thing. That’s what I was saying. It’s hard when you, uh, don’t grow up with siblings and suddenly it’s, bam, you’ve got all this family. Even years later, it’s hard. Especially when they team up on you. But I, um, I won’t go anywhere if you need. I can still, um, I can still fix the leak if you’d like.” Nyssa looked up in the guise of re-observing the ceiling, hiding her red cheeks.
Did Nyssa just imply her siblings ganged up on her, too? She can’t believe it. Even years later, it’s hard. But—Nyssa was like, super sister. The whole cabin might have agreed on Valdez as their counsellor (Gods, why) but Nyssa was still pretty much the matriarch. Wow. Okay. That eases her irritation with her own inability to innately and permanently adore the little shits she lives with every summer. (She loves them, deep down, but that doesn’t mean she has to get along with them 24/7, right?)
“ You’re an only child on the mortal side, too? ” She sniffs. They don’t train you to deal with mischievous monkeys, after all. Nyssa wipes away a smudge, and Drew leans towards the touch without thinking. Friends fixed each other’s make-up all the time. Uh, usually, though—her friends didn’t turn quite so red over it. Or stare so hard at the ceiling after. She’d have raised a brow at that, if the mood were more fitting for teasing. “ I thought maybe you had a few siblings outside of camp, since you’re so good with the little sh—kids in camp. They totally adore you. Seemed like you had extra practice, or something. ”
Then again, did Nyssa seem like someone who’d stay in camp all year if she had someone waiting for her, needing her, outside?
“ And I’d really appreciate it if you could fix the roof. Any chores you’re on rotation for, list them and send them my way—I’ll make sure my siblings help out to make up for this, ” There. Back to her usual curmudgeonly self again. This time with a little grateful look, and a soft touch to Nyssa’s arm. That soft touch turns to wide eyes and rapid blinking when she seems to come into contact with solid muscle. Wow. Shit.
“ If—If there’s anything else I could—we could, um. DO. Or pay, for the roof... Just let me know. My siblings and I will be totally ready to, y’know, help— ”
counselled10.
“ drew, it’s okay. i’m here now, and i’m so, so sorry. ” soothing and solid all at once, an art she’s mastered and put into practice through years of being a big sister, especially to the one in her arms right now. for a moment silena lets herself pretend that it’s just another night in the cabin, hugging drew after having whispered a fear or a bitten-back thought into the air between them in small, blubbering voices, like a secret. and in the morning, after the tears have dried, things will be good again. it’s a thought so painfully far from reality,
everything around her blurs, all except for drew. her little sister, her practical right-hand in and out of camp, the girl that looked up to her as if she’d hung the moon. silena’s lip trembles, a sob muffled at the top of her sister’s head, at the idea that she’s no longer the shining, ideal person everyone — including drew, which her heart broke for — had thought she was. fair and kind silena, love’s daughter, the traitor that lead them all to danger and fear and death.
there’s so much to be said, so much to be explained and she’s absolutely grateful that drew is asking. perhaps wringing out an explanation would unload some of the amassing guilt that had been chipping away at her from the very first moment she’d agreed to be a spy to an army that has caused so much bloodshed, a fact that will forever haunt her conscience long after the dust settles and even when she’s forged forgiveness.
“ i — i’m sorry, so much happened and i — ” there’s no eloquence in guilt and in grief, and before she lays down the heavy parts, an apology that sounds more like a plea slips past first. there are no excuses to be made, so she settles with the explanation first. “ clarrise and i, we took down the drakon together. i caught up with her and she’s gonna be fine. charlie, too, thank gods. ” suddenly it feels like she’s gasping for air, but she forces herself to be strong. “ how about you ? are you okay ? are you hurt ? ”
One day, when Silena has eventually left the camp, and Drew will take charge in her place, she’ll look back on this day and remember how to comfort. Even when her own heart felt heavy, or broken, or exhausted—she would think back to this moment, and remember how Silena had to do the same. How she’d owe her sister these moments. Her mind is too much of a jumble to put it all together, but the palpable sense of relief at knowing their friends were alive and well, that would imprint on her forever. Deep breath in, and Drew nods, wipes her eyes and face.
“ I’m fine, but I don’t know where all the others are, yet. Valentina was rounding up whoever we could find, for the infirmary. I should’ve, too, but I—someone had to wait for you, just in case. ”
Cabin ten wouldn’t have slept that night if someone didn’t keep an eye out for missing siblings. Thinking of them now brings the relief come crashing at her feet, when she remembers there’s more to this than just her sister coming home. Her shaking stops, the tears start to dry a little, but her energy still feels like it’s slowly draining. Sleep would be good, any excuse to bury her head and forget about this for a few minutes would be good.
“ Tell me, ” Her voice, the look in her eye, all a plea for honesty. No matter how shameful, please, tell her the truth. She can’t defend what she doesn’t understand, and gods willing—if the camp welcomes Silena, and the ones who returned to their side, back as heroes, Drew’s voice will ring the same praises.
“ Whatever happened, I—I won’t judge, ‘Lena, I swear, but tell me what Luke— ” She stumbles on his name, feels another sob in her throat and stifles it at once. “ There were others, right? ”