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Here’s a little drabble I wrote about Raivis and Flow winning an Oscar <3

"And the Oscar goes to..."

Raivis wasn't quite paying attention to the television, at least, not until he took a sip of his drink and heard cheering, followed by the name "Gints Zilbalodis". He gasped, the liquid pressed to his lips running down the wrong pipe, and he sputtered into his cup. The beverage sprayed all over his face as he bent forward, coughing to try and get the wet fire out of his windpipe... and eyes. The instant chaos had him slamming his drink down onto his table, exacerbating the puddle of spilled liquor in front of him as the drink sloshed over the rim.

He was thrilled to learn that his people had been nominated for an Oscar for a movie with a budget that could probably buy everything he owned multiplied by 10, he did NOT expect them to win over America's films. The westerner was an entertainment monopoly, after all. Pixar and Dreamworks had their own films in the best feature film nomination and...

"*Ak dievs, I beat America." He suddenly didn't care about the stench of booze that freely wafted through his room, or the pride he felt for his people, or his phone that was beginning to blow up with messages from his fellow Baltics. All that mattered was how absolutely pissed America must be that a cat beat anxiety personified.

Spoiler alert, America doesn't really care.

(*Ak dievs = oh my God)

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I live! Here’s some color theory practice/study:

Wow my art style has changed a lot from my profile pic I should probably update that-

oke bye happy mermay!

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*sighs*

I fucking hate perspective.

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So, bit of a correction here:

The 13 tribes is bullshit. I started taking a History of Long Island course because it’s offered at my college and the 13 tribes concept is something perpetuated by the outdated European colonist view of native America like how they said they’re primitive, have underdeveloped technology, live in small populations, and are territorial.

In reality, they didn’t require the need for metallurgy because native American agriculture was just THAT advanced. And while the small population thing is true, it’s ONLY because colonizers brought over diseases that the natives had no immunity to, leading to a drastic loss of life (before this, they had a pretty sizable population).

The “tribes” are more akin to towns as most of the native Americans of Long Island were interconnected through trade, marriage, and family. Though, different parts of the island DID speak different dialects of Algonquian.

But as we now know thanks to archaeological records and the work of historians, the 13 tribes myth is bullshit, yet nobody bothered to update the curriculum. I had to take a college course and PAY MONEY to take said course just to be told everything I learned about native Long Islanders (and native America in general) in elementary and middle school was completely false.

Maybe the department of education should be abolished because we should NOT keep funding false information.

(Obligatory “this is a joke”, I have had a 504 and currently have an IEP so if it does shut down then I am FUCKED)

Thought that’s been lingering in my mind for a while.

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GUESS WHO WAS ABLE TO GET A CHEAP STUDENT COPY OF ADOBE

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I gave the mans a growth spurt because he deserved it.

They’re both adults btw. Wanna make that clear.

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How the fuck did we get here?

(TW: fake blood under cut)

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Happy 2025

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Another Alex doodle

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is there a moment that you'll never forget, alex?

I’ve got a lot of fucked up memories that involve other people so for their sake I’m gonna keep it simple.

Marine Boot Camp, pepper spray training. Drill instructor gives me the warning and I get sprayed with what is arguably lava from Hell. After that, I’m required to run a tiny obstacle course to “fight through the pain” and one of the obstacles was to knee-kick a punching bag held by someone.

I wanna get this done as soon as possible so when I’m told to go, I go fuckin’ Mach Jesus through the whole course, get to the punching bag, somehow manage to kick him in the balls. Chaos ensues.

I’m apologizing to the instructor, the instructor is bent over holding his balls, the guys in the back waiting to go are laughing or trying not to laugh, I can’t fucking see, not even the other non-lethal weapons drill instructors can hold it in. Surprisingly, I don’t get drilled for what happened since the guy I kicked wasn’t paying attention and was expecting some average-height Marine. Not my 4’9” ass.

That is the only situation in which I think anybody has attacked an instructor and got away with it scott-free.

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Have you ever contemplated going to space, along with some of the stuff you came up with, if I recall correctly? I could also be asking if you ever did go, as I might be unaware of your exploits in the stars.

Bit of backstory to this, when I was in my 30’s, I think (human years). I worked for the Grumman Aerospace Corporation before the merger. I was on the team of people that built the Apollo 11 Lunar Space Module. Since I didn’t age like my coworkers, I could use my tiny hands to get in and around spaces more easily.

Sometime after the maiden launch, and before the moon launch, the government, who had previously agreed that I was to be considered human by law because of my fucked up immortality, suddenly decided that I was not, in fact, in my 30’s, and that my age should be determined by immortal means and not by human years.

I went from being considered an adult by law to being a minor once again, and a ward of the state while Alfred was busy with Cold War bullshit (I did go to court to become emancipated but the damage was already done). And, well, they were right, I was a child and should not have been working there AT ALL. Getting fired from my job for being a kid was not the problem, but what makes me angry is that the change came as a result of me getting involved with government affairs which they try to keep me out of since I’m not really supposed exist at all. If I had a job manufacturing washing machines instead of spacecrafts, they probably would have continued to turn a blind eye.

I don’t think I want to go to space. I mean, going to the moon would be the ultimate form of revenge and it would be a great experience but I’m not about to jump through legal loopholes just to get there. Now that people know a personification of Long Island exists, they’ve been digging through historical records regarding it and discovering all the fucked up shit the government did in the 20th century. I’ve already got the karma I wanted anyway.

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Okay I’m gonna answer a ton of asks but they’re not gonna have drawings (at the moment) because it’s the end of the semester and my body is DONE.

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Bullshit doodle (I forgot to draw all her freckles)

Catgirl Alex is not enjoying herself. Raivis is.

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Mid math class Alex doodles for the soul.

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Alex, have you ever tried to prank your brother? >:)

(Note: this is not gonna have an image attached to it rn because I’m my campus parking lot but here goes)

Oh, tons of times! Me and Al used to have… less than an ideal relationship. But we fixed all of that around the time I became a pilot. It’s both satisfying to get back at him after all this time in a sick sort of way, but also strange to finally be doing family shit with my family.

April Fools’ is where we condense the year’s pranks. However, if I’m deployed, or if he’s busy, we’ll generally have a backup day during the year similar to how some outdoor events have a “rain date”.

I think his greatest prank was putting two glue traps in the driver’s seat of my car stuck back-to-back against the backrest, so when I tried to leave, I couldn’t. Mine was installing a virus onto his computer that changed “Arthur” to “Daddy” in every email he sent… remember that rumor that Alfred was in a relationship with his older brother a few years back? That was my doing.

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Good evening, morning, afternoon, whatever circle of hell time zone you’re in.

It has come to my attention that a bunch of anonymous people (or just one really obsessive dude, who knows) have ventured to this blog to ask shit about me when really, y’all could just ask me directly. I’m not famous. You don’t need a background check.

So,

I’ll try to respond in a timely manner. Don’t send political asks. That’s my only rule.

-Alexandra J.