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Romantic Styles

Inspired by Brooklyn 99, in which Piper and Percy are Jake and Jason and Annabeth are Amy.

Part 1: Blueprints

New York winter is just as Piper had expected it. Cold, cloudy, and lonely. Dramatic, yes, but truthful, also yes.

As soon as the high from the quest to save Hera settled down, Camp Half-Blood began to churn towards the next objective— get the Argo II off the ground. Within a few weeks, the ship started looking less like a hunk of metal and more like a flying Greek warship, one with purpose and a clear path.

It’s all ironic and ridiculous. Piper is reading into the universe’s many quirks way too deeply because as she sits on an unstable stool in Bunker Nine, she stares at the warship’s metal frame and her mindset transports her back to English class. It’s all symbolic, how the warship started off with just a few pieces of metal, how it looked nothing like the blueprints laid out, how frustrated Leo would get as he wiped some grease onto his forehead. Despite looking like a lost cause for a bit, now Piper can see the curve of the metal, how this is the massive frame that will soon set sail across the country and then the Atlantic Ocean. If a warship can go from nothing to something, there’s no telling how this can be symbolic of her life too.

But there is no clear and concise set of blueprints for Piper’s life. Just two months ago, she had been under the impression that she was an average kid. Troubled and momless, but normal. Mortal. Now here she is, surrounded by magical barriers in Long Island, her mother the Greek goddess of love, and there are no plans on how to piece her life together. For all she knows, she can be dead once summer rolls around.

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Hi, just want to let you know Indonesia is currently fighting against bills that are overwhemingly anti-abortion, pro-corruption leeway, pro-deforestation for palm oil industry, papua-colonializing etc. And just like Hong Kong, the police are abusing the college-age protesters.

Not to mention, there is huge forest fire in Sumatra which is most likely similar to Amazon case, where it is deliberately lit for corporate's interest.

Please show your support by reblogging and sharing the news.

Thank you.

Here it is: Best stuff first

Extremely handy if you follow a lot of people and hate missing anything good. 

Best Stuff First moves the best stuff on your dashboard—mhm!—right up to the top. 

It’s rolling out this week on iOS and Android, and comes with this Help Center article.  

Thanks! ✌️

Women in Mexico disappear.

Today is a historic day in my country, we’re fed up with gender violence in Mexico. They’re killing us. Picture this, you can’t walk outside your own house because you fear the worst, you fear that your clothes are too revealing, you fear that you’re too alone, you fear that you’re walking the wrong streets. Day after day you wake up to the news of another feminicide. They’re killing us. You see it, you hear it, you fear it. What if I’m the next one? You’re always wondering. They’re killing us. 

10 women are killed every day, only because they’re women. And it doesn’t matter where we are, what we’re wearing, who we are. It’s not our fault, because they keep killing us. 

If we keep up at this rate? What’ll be of us? 

Yesterday we marched. 

(None of the pictures are mine) 

 “I march because I’m alive and I don’t know until when.” 

“Today, all our voices aren’t together because, from death, one can’t scream.” 

“We’re not hysteric, we’re historic.” 

“Mom, if you don’t find me, look up for me in the stars.” 

Yesterday we screamed. We flourished. 

“Mom, don’t worry, today I’m not alone in the streets.” 

Our monuments bled to represent us. 

We screamed. 

But not today, today march 9th 2020. We silenced ourselves. 

Today, we disappeared. No social networks, not a single woman in the streets, not a single woman working, not a single woman studying, not a single woman at any store.

What would Mexico be without us? If you don’t want us in the streets, fine we’ll disappear.

Without us, you’ll collapse. 

Mexico woke up with no women ticket-sellers in the subway stations, no women tellers at the bank. 

No women’s column on the newspapers. 

No women at their jobs. 

No women at school. 

No women on the streets.

Mexico woke up with no women. 

We can’t accept what we can’t change, but we will change what we can’t accept. 

We are angry, and we will rise. Because without us, you’re nothing. 

#BlackLivesMatter

Resources for Canada:

Mental health resources for the Black community in Toronto

A script for Torontonians to follow when contacting city officials

Podcast detailing racism and corruption in Ontario

How non-Black folk can support Black Canadians

Resources for America:

Split a donation between 70+ bail funds

How to donate when you have no money 

Podcast on racism in American

Podcast episode on racial inequality in medicine, and protest safety

Fund for Black Trans women in Atlanta

Twitter thread with compiled petitions, organizations, and other information

How to safely film police misconduct

Resources for biologists and naturalists:

Information on #BlackBirdersWeek 

Boost for Black paleoartists

Free Field Ornithologist memberships for Black students (must be sponsored by a mentor/advisor)

Opportunity to bird/botanize/geologize the Californian desert

Donation to supply Black birders with binoculars 

Article on structural racism in Natural History museums

Free to use antifascist paleoart/paleontology icons

Resources for the arts:

Google drive with Black revolutionary texts

Graphics you should be posting on Instagram instead of the ‘BlackOut’ square

Boost for Black Gamdev/Art streamers

Resources for Black animators

More resources for Black animators

#DrawingWhileBlack directory

Portfolio reviews for Black artists

Rad screenprinted shirts that benefit the Louisville Community Bail Fund

Feel free to add to this!

Physics: More pencil tricks

Source

Let me explain the food stamps issue.

Today, all people on SNAP got their FEBRUARY benefit early. If you get January benefits you should still get them on your regular benefit day, provided it’s before (I believe) the 27th. (I may be wrong on that)

But yes, January and February benefits have been given out.

There will be no March benefit. Unless the shutdown ends and the 2019 budget is passed and the budget contains funding for SNAP.

The SNAP program has run out of money. There is no money for food stamps because the budget was not passed. In his tantrum over the Wall, Trump is starving us.

If you know somebody on Food Stamps, and you have some extra money, consider passing it their way. But also be prepared to help in March, and April and so on, if the shutdown doesn’t end, or if the budget does not contain SNAP funding.

Don’t let us starve to death.

puck it chapter 6

by @bipercabeth and @jasonsmclean

This is the team Jason recognizes— the relentless, communicative, cooperative team that rightfully sits in first place in their league. This is the team he and Percy have led for the past several months. Although Beckendorf hasn’t come to any of their games, Jason likes to think this is the team their old captain would be proud of. As great as a captain Beckendorf had been, there’s no doubt that this season is better than their last. Jason knows this is a championship team.

There’s no reason for Chiron to worry about the team’s willingness to work together; the rule almost seems silly now. No romantic relationship has interfered with the team’s abilities before.

Everything goes smoothly until it doesn’t.

4. “You’re not exactly known for your great ideas", 43. “Do you believe in fairytales?” & 33. “This definitely has the potential to be catastrophic" please 😘😘😘

this is for u babie. inside jokes ONLY <3

Every great director takes an acting class or two, Annabeth. Maybe performing on stage will help you connect better with your actors. 

So that’s a big fucking lie.

If anything, Annabeth has even less patience for actors who struggle with direction. Her instructions are far clearer than this bumbling buffoon and he’s putting together a fairly coherent play. It makes no sense to her, then, that her direction is generally considered harsh and difficult across the school. If the acting students would just do as they’re told, they’d be signing photos of themselves for fans and she’d be on her way to Cannes right now. She’s an artist, god damn it, and she should be allowed some frustration when her idiotic cast insists on moving out of the frame or in front of the strobes despite a thousand blocking rehearsals. Honestly, if she were an actor on her own set, half her problems would be gone by now.

“Can we get Cinderella to centre stage?” The director calls and Annabeth stalks up to the centre, her arms crossed over her chest. “Great. Now, enter Prince Charming.”

Travis Stoll stumbles clumsily onto stage, wearing a goofy grin and a lopsided plastic crown, just as the director calls for the music to start. Travis is careful in the way he holds Annabeth’s waist- his palm rests just a little over her hipbone and his fingers spread out over the small of her back. His other hand holds hers so tenderly she almost can't believe he’s the same guy who, only ten minutes ago, knocked over the set department’s blue paint all across the stage.

“And action!”

Annabeth lets him lead her and marvels, a little, at ust how easily he twirls and dips and lifts her as they glide smoothly across the stage. They hit every spot that’s been blocked and somewhere overhead, she can hear the lighting crew scramble to keep up with them. Their director, some idiot called Matt Sloan, finally calls for them to cut and Travis drops her hands easily, taking a step away from her and breathing a little heavily. Annabeth finds herself doing the same thing- her cheeks feel hot under his gaze.

“Okay, that was great- Annabeth, you’re still a little faster than Travis so it looks like you’re leading him. Slow down. I’m going to have a chat with the sound team and we can take it from the stepsisters’ shoes scene, yeah?” Matt calls and Travis scratches the back of his neck, his cheeks a bright red.

She can’t bring herself to blame him, really; their waltz is the crux of the entire show. They’re expected to be light on their feet and heavy in their emotions and Annabeth appreciates that it is difficult for an actor to slip in and out of character. In this moment, she’s expected to be Annabeth- act, walk and talk like Annabeth Chase would- but her brain is still stuck in Cinderella’s- and she doesn’t mean it to be, but she’s a little bit in love with Travis Stoll right now. (She’ll kill you if you told anyone that.)

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