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Shadow Boxer - RandomLittleDuckling - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: The 100 (TV), The 100, Clexa-fandom, Clexakru - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clexa - Relationship, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Raven/?, Monty/?, Bellamy/?, Murphy/?, Costia/Lexa (past/mentioned), Raven/Finn (past/mentioned), Anya/?, The question marks are there because I don’t want to spoil too much, Clarke Griffin & Lexa
Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Anya (The 100), Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, John Murphy (The 100), Indra (The 100), Gustus (The 100), Jaha (minor), Abby Griffin (minor), Kane (minor), others (don’t want to spoil too much), Bellamy Blake
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, slow plot, MMA fighting, Boxing, Portland, College Life, AU, Army, Foster Care, Fluff, Smut, Friendship, Romance, Clexa

Lexa is a semi-professional MMA fighter and works at a gym with her friend Lincoln as personal trainer. She lives with her former foster sister Anya who is as teasing and as annoying as any normal older sister.

Clarke has just started her third year pre-med and is busy with her studies. Her roommates and friends Octavia and Raven try to get her to have a little more fun every now and then.


Octavia’s budding romance with her TA Lincoln turns out to lead to the joining of two worlds.

18 Famous Literary First Lines Perfectly Paired With Rap Lyrics

This is amazing and from mentalfloss.


He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff
With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth
(The Old Man and The Sea and “New Soul”)


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire
(“The Second Coming” and “King of Rock”)


In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Pay dues like a hair salon
(“Kubla Khan”and “The Last Stretch”)


We hold these truths to be self-evident
Say hi to the Ritalin regiment
(“Declaration of Independence” and “Pigions”)


Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Sorta like drano…you know how the game goes
(“Sacred Emily” and “Spend the Night”)


It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife
I’m in your head like a mnemonic device
(Pride and Prejudice and “Busy Now”)


All happy families are alike
Each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way
Drinking sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay
(Anna Karenina and “Down and Out”)


It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen
And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime scene
(1984 and “Ignorance is Bliss”)


Whose woods these are I think I know
Creep with me through that immortal flow
(“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” and “Thug Passion”)


Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
(Mrs. Dalloway and “The Artistic Integrity”)


I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
See me and hope I’m intoxicated or slightly faded
(“Howl” and “Ain’t Hard 2 Find”)


Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me
In the face of adversity, I prepared a verse to see
(“Because I Could Not Stop for Death” and “DC or Nothing”)


If music be the food of love, play on
At dinner with Hov, hoping that he pass the baton
(Twelfth Night and “Beautiful Bliss”)


Do not go gentle into that good night
Tell by your handbag that boy don’t do you right
(“Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” and “Body 2 Body”)


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines
(A Tale of Two Cities and “Live Again”)


Twas brillig and the slythy toves
Wayne told me that, and that’s just how it goes
(“Jabberwocky” and “Michael Jordan”)


Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forests of the night
I’m off the hook like cordless phones, my identity so right
(“The Tyger” and “My Weezy”)


O captain, my captain, our fearful trip is done
Rolling in more green than a hole in one
(“Oh Captain! My Captain!” and “Life Should Go On”)




These never get old; NBA mean tweets!

“Good Evening everybody, and welcome to ‘Whose Line Is It Anyway?’ On tonight’s show we have the goth loving butler Blake Rosewood, the angle of the piano Concerto, the raging machine Emmet Sutcliffe and the winged little shit Mortimer Sanchez . I’m your host, Preston Goodplay . Come on down. Let’s make some stuff up!
Welcome to ‘Whose Line Is It Anyway?The show where everything is made up and the points don’t matter. That’s right, the points are like our chances of getting out of this place, non-existent.
Our first game of the night is Let’s Make A Date: Mortimer is the contestant on a dating-type show. Blake, Concerto and Emmet are the possible dates who are given odd personalities or characters via envelopes underneath their seats. Following one or two rounds of questioning, contestant must guess who the others are.“ Preston announced as he pulled a chair over to the podium.

{ @despair-morty-and-hopeful-rick, @doofus-jerry-and-his-bodyguard, @welcome-to-needful-things}

Purely from a reader’s standpoint, I’d like to see more of the publishing instinct of, ‘We don’t know how this is gonna go, but we’re putting it out in the world anyway.’ That’s good for readers, and it’s good for artists too, because with art, the more you allow it to feel to like it has a place, the more chances people are willing to take. I think it’s important as an artist to be continually sticking your head into all these different bags. So many of my peers, or just people in general, don’t read enough. So much of culture is interested in the 'I’ at this point. That requires no sense of aesthetic exploration. Reality is overrated to me. Everyone spends enough time on the computer, eating, going out to bars. Why do I need to read a book about that?
—  Blake Butler
Massive Book Giveaway

One book per person, US residents only, Refresh this page often and know books go fast. If you DON’T hear from me, you DID NOT win the book you want. Email me at roxane at roxanegay.com with your name, address, and the title of the book you want. Email only. PLEASE FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS! YAY BOOKS! THE REFRESHING STRATEGY MAY NOT WORK BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF EMAILS SO JUST KNOW THAT IF I WRITE YOU BACK YOU GOT A BOOK. 

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Adam Rapp Know Your Beholder
Alice Hoffman The Marriage of Opposites

Aline Ohanesian Orhan’s Inheritance
Amanda Panitch Damage Done
Amber Dawn Where the Words End and My Body Begins
Amelia Gray Gutshot

Amy Butcher Visiting Hours: A Memoir of Friendship and Murder
Andrew Roe The Miracle Girl
Andrew Pyper The Damned
Anna North The Life and Death of Sophie Stark
Anna Freeman The Fair Fight Copies: 2

Anna North The Life and Death of Sophie Stark
Asali Solomon Disgruntled Copies: 2
Blaine Harden The Great Leader and the Fighter Pilot
Blake Butler 300,000,000
Boots Riley Sorry to Bother You
Bryan Hurt (Editor) Watchlist (Stories)
Caleb Curtiss A Taxonomy of the Space Between Us
Camille DeAngelis Bones & All
Carmiel Banasky The Suicide of Claire Bishop

Caroline Criado-Perez Do It Like a Woman
Charles Finch The Last Enchantments
Charlotte Pence Many Small Fires
Cheryl Della Pietra Gonzo Girl
Chigozie Obioma The Fishermen Copies: 2
Christina McDowell After Perfect
Daisy Hernandez A Cup of Water Under My Bed
David Treuer Prudence
David Bainbridge Curvology
Denton Loving Crimes Against Birds
Donald Morrill Awaiting Your Impossibilities
Donald Morrill Impetuous Sleeper
Dorothea Lasky Rome
Edna O'Brien The Love Object Copies: 2
Elin Hilderbrand The Matchmaker
Elise Juska The Blessings
Elizabeth Collison Some Other Town
Ellen Urbani Landfall
Emily Nagoski Come As You Are

Emily M. Danforth The Miseducation of Cameron Post
Fatima Bhutto The Shadow of the Crescent Moon
Fatima Shaik What Went Missing and What Got Found
Frank Bruni Where You Go Is Not Who you’ll Be
George Hodgman Bettyville
Heather Demetrios Exquisite Captive
Heather Lende Find the Good: Unexpected Life Lessons from a Small-town Obituary Writer
Heather O'Neill Daydreams of Angels
Heidi Pitlor The Daylight Marriage
Heidi Julavits The Folded Clock

Ian Caldwell The Fifth Gospel
J. Ryan Stradal Kitchens of the Great Midwest
J.C. Hallman B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
Jac Jemc A Different Bed Every Time
James Hannaham Delicious Foods
Jami Attenberg Saint Mazie Copies: 2
Jamie Kornegay Soil

Jane Caro Just a Queen
Jen Knox After the Gazebo
Jessica Knoll Luckiest Girl Alive Copies: 2
Jessica Neuwirth Equal Means Equal
Jessica Lamb-Shapiro Promise Land: My Journey Through America’s Self-help Culture

Jill Alexander Essbaum Hausfrau
Jim Grimsley How I Shed My Skin
John Vaillant The Jaguar’s Children
Jonathan Evison This Is Your Life, Harriet Chance!
Joyce Carol Oates The Sacrifice

Julia Elliott The New and Improved Romie Futch
Julie Iromuanya Mr. and Mrs. Doctor Copies: 2
Katha Pollitt PRO: Reclaiming Abortion Rights
Keija Parssinen The Unraveling of Mercy Louis Copies: 2
Kelly Link Get in Trouble

Kenny Porpora The Autumn Balloon
Kimberly Burge The Born Frees: Writing with the Girls of Gugulethu
Krista Bremer A Tender Struggle
Ladette Randolph Leaving the Pink House
Langston Hughes Selected Letters of Langston Hughes Edited by Arnold Rampersad and David Roessel
Lauren Holmes Barbara the Slut and Other People
Leigh Ann Henion Phenomenal
Lily Brooks-Dalton Motorcycles I’ve Loved Copies: 2
Lisa Grunwald and Stephen Adler The Marriage Book
M. Molly Backes The Princesses of Iowa
Madeline Ffitch Valparaiso, Round the Horn
Maggie Lehrman The Cost of All Things
Marisa Acocella Marchetto Ann Tenna
Meghan Daum Unspeakable
Melvin Konner Women After All: Sex, Evolution, and the End of Male Supremacy

Michael V. Smith My Body is Yours
Mona Eltahawy Headscarves and Hymens: Why the Middle East Needs a Sexual Revolution

Monica Byrne The Girl in the Road
Monica Dux Things I Didn’t Expect (when I was expecting)
Nancy Tucker The Time in Between
Naomi Jackson The Star Side of Bird Hill
Nicelle Davis In the Circus of You
Nick Hornby Funny Girl
Nicole Mary Kelby The Pink Suit
Nova Ren Suma The Walls Around Us

Paul Lynch The Black Snow
Peggy Shinner You Feel So Mortal
Peter Nichols The Rocks
Philip Metres Sand Opera
Quintan Ana Wikswo The Hope of Floating Has Carried Us This Far
Rachel Swaby Headstrong: 52 Women Who Changes Science – and the World
Rajia Hassib In the Language of Miracles
Rebecca Dinerstein The Sunlit Night
Reif Larsen I Am Radar
Richard Lange Sweet Nothing (Stories)
Robert Goolrick The Fall of Princes
Roland Merullo Dinner with Buddha
Ron Childress And West Is West
Ross Ritchell The Knife
Roxane Gay Urgent, Unheard Stories Copies: 11
Roxane Gay An Untamed State (UK Hardback) Copies: 3

Roxane Gay An Untames State (Paperback) Copies: 6
Roxane Gay Ayiti Copies: 5
Roxane Gay Bad Feminist Copies: 5
Sara Novic Girl at War

Sarah Gerard Binary Star Copies: 2
Sarah Hepola Blackout: Remember the Things I Drank to Forget
Sarah Jean Alexander Wild Lives
Scott Ellsworth The Secret Game
Scott Blackwood See How Small
Shane Hinton Pinkies
Shawn Syms Nothing Looks Familiar
Shirley Jackson Raising Demons Copies: 2
Shirley Jackson Life Among the Savages Copies: 2
Sonya Lea Wondering Who You Are
Sophie Jaff Love is Red
Stephanie Kegan Golden State
Stephen Hunter I, Ripper
Steve Toltz Quicksand
Steve Harvey Act Like a Success, Think Like a Success
Tara Murtha Ode to Billie Joe

Thomas Buergenthal A Lucky Child: A Memoir of Surviving Auschwitz as a Young Boy
Tiya Miles The Cherokee Rose
Toni Morrison God Help the Child

Wendy S. Walters Multiply Divide: On the American Real and Surreal
XTX Today I Am a Book Copies: 2
Zachary Lazar I Pity the Poor Immigrant

What Is This Terror Before Me: A Review of the New Taco Bell Grilled Stuft Nacho

Taco Bell is more like drugs than food. It beats you open from the inside with beef and cheese and bread, and in so doing makes things seem great for a while, until your body realizes what you’ve done to it. No matter how many times I’ve eaten at Taco Bell and then immediately regretted it—sometimes with the food still in my mouth—it always seems like a great idea when I’m caught up in the moment. It’s like it’s going to save my life, and then it’s like my life isn’t worth saving.

As a man who considers himself something of a novelty food sommelier, as soon as I heard about the new Grilled Stuft Nacho I knew I would be filling myself with lard again. I’ve always thought nachos are the perfect food—they taste fucking amazing, each bite contains new and unexpected flavors, and they are nearly impossible to screw up. Nachos can be anything you want; they are your dreams.


America Needs Alzheimer’s Funding Now

The morning after my father took a mirror off the wall because he thought the man in the reflection was trying to attack him, my mother and I drove him to a hospital for review. It was about a seven-hour wait that day, behind a long line of other people with other troubles. During that time, my father, oblivious to why we were there, restlessly tried to get up and leave, continuously getting in the way of other patients passing on gurneys and pulling angrily away from me each time I asked him to come sit back down. Following a brief examination, a nurse suggested we check my father in for further review. We did not know as we left that night that it would be more than six months before he came home again, or that he would never be the same.

I have written before about the complications of my father’s Alzheimer’s, but now that he has passed, after six years of slow digression, all I can think about are the other ways it could have gone. We were lucky that my mom was willing and able to care for him so that he could spend his last years at home, but at various points along the way, due to the classification and handling of Alzheimer’s in this country, it looked like a very different range of fates awaited him and my family.

Shortly after my father’s initial diagnosis, he was admitted to Wesley Woods, a local—and supposedly reputable—hospital for adult and geriatric care in Atlanta. We realized very quickly that things were changing faster than they should. Most days when we visited him he would be propped in a wheelchair, sometimes blocked off in such a way he couldn’t move the chair, and on so much medication he was drooling, hallucinating. This, of course, did not seem right, and yet the doctor we were told to ask about the medication he was receiving magically never seemed to be on site. My mother said she once saw him leaving through a back door after she’d waited several hours for him to come and talk to her.