fucked up how cooking and baking from scratch is viewed as a luxury…..like baking a loaf of bread or whatever is seen as something that only people with money/time can do. I’m not sure why capitalism decided to sell us the idea that we can’t make our own damn food bc it’s a special expensive thing that’s exclusive to wealthy retirees but it’s stupid as hell and it makes me angry
Howdy folks, the Senate will be considering the first ever resolution blocking arms to Israel. This is huge and historic; it would block government contracting and about $20 billion in arms and support. This is an uphill battle, PLEASE urge your senators to support S.J.Res114-115. This is maybe the most important piece of legislation relating to Palestine that we have ever gotten and we must seize this opportunity.
This doc has information on the resolutions and their process, as well as sample messages and a phone script you can use. Please, use this moment to hear witness for your neighbors.
• 180+ people are severely injured and burnt.
• 50 people and counting were found dead on the streets, in their cars or houses, including families that were found hugging each other.
• 100+ are missing.
This is a national tragedy. So many were lost because of ARROGANT PEOPLE.
Spreading awareness. There’s no need for such things to happen, so many lives were destroyed for no reason.
Riptide Chapter 11
“This feels like a bad idea,” Katie laments as she stands on the roof of a warehouse across from the one owned by Luke.
“It’s not that bad,” Percy says without much confidence. “I mean, it could definitely be worse.”
Katie scrunches up her face at him. “Are you hearing yourself?”
“Yeah, I didn’t love it,” he admits with a wince. “Can I start over?”
“Give it a shot,” she says with a dismissive shrug.
“Thanks,” he says, taking a moment to psych himself up. “Listen, it’s gonna be great. We went over the building’s layout, Blackjack staked it out for a while, and we’re gonna be a great team. In no time flat, you’ll be throwing yourself at your boyfriend.”
Katie straightens her posture to take a deep breath. “Fine, okay. Let’s just do this before I fully process what a bad idea this is.”
Percy nods and begins to descend down the building’s fire escape. “Remember, 15 minutes and then you follow me in.”
She nods. “See you in there. And don’t die.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you should be a motivational speaker?”
“Percy.”
“Right, sorry. Going.”
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Can you recommend some really angsty (like a slow burn kinda) percabeth fics?? like the ones with two way pining and it's just so cute and fluffy and KBDLWKDBWLJVAVLJAEV???? Thanks!! ♥
actually you know what?? i don’t think i can… all of the percabeth i can think of right now has them as an established couple orrr they get together pretty early on. huh.
can anyone reblog this with some slow burn percabeth recs??
my parents aren’t teaching me life lessons.
#i need some adults to TEACH ME SHIT ABOUT LIFE
to my fellow usamericans….in light of the supreme court overturning roe v wade, well known organizations like planned parenthood dont need your money right now - they have plenty - if you’re going to donate, donate to your local or state abortion funds
32,032 words amazing art by @hamabee an ode to my love for annabeth chase inspired by the song impossible year by panic! at the disco
shout out to @percyyoulittleshit and @falloutside for organising the @pjohoobigbang and inspiring me to write my longest one-off fic to date, and thanks to @spooky-son-of-rome for betaing, and to @percyyoulittleshit and @lililibird for being honorary betas and fab cheerleaders, i love you all and thanks to @hamabee. hannah, i honestly couldn’t have done this without you. from the very idea of it through to individual scenes and just general support, none of this would have happened without you. your art is absolutely incredible, your talent is endlessly inspiring and i can’t thank you enough for coming on this months-long journey with annabeth and i. i love you.
It starts and ends with this: “Together.”
Annabeth stares at Percy, and Percy stares at Annabeth.
They’re searching for something that they aren’t even sure exists anymore. They’re so unrecognisable now that they’ve started to forget who they were, before.
She feels his fingers twitch in hers, registers that she’s probably holding his hands too tightly but acknowledges that she doesn’t want to let go just yet. She’s sitting in his lap, their hands clasped between them, and both of them are crying.
She knows that he doesn’t want to let go yet, either. Because once they let go, it’s done. They are done.
Annabeth takes a deep breath, one that rattles her very bones, feels her heart beating wildly in her chest, feels her stomach churning and her mouth going dry. She licks her lips.
Percy watches, and she thinks about kissing him. You know, to say goodbye.
Instead, she closes her eyes. She counts to ten, and then she tells herself to be brave. She opens her eyes.
Gods, he looks as sad as she feels.
Which is part of the problem - maybe the whole problem, actually. Together was what had gotten them through Tartarus, what had given them the strength to claw their way out and then to keep on fighting through everything that had come after.
But they’re out, now, back at camp and physically safe and yet all they seem to do is keep dragging each other back down there.
Together.
“Not anymore.”
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petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
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!
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The Chase cousins decide to try a double date, after everyone is done with midterms and there’s a little down time. Unfortunately, demigods.
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I cried four times at work today because it was my fifth graders’ last day at our school and tomorrow is my last day at my current campus, so I decided to fic in order to not cry more. Also, these two couples are way too funny not to put together.
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November 1st, 9AM
Annabeth forgets that Percy is sleeping next to her.
Annabeth forgets that Percy is naked in the bed next to her.
Which is why, when she rolls over and runs into something solid and warm, she wakes herself with a yelp and half falls off the bed.
“Wuzza – ‘Beth?” Percy sits up, throws an arm around her waist, and hauls her back onto her bed. “Why are you slapping me awake?”
“I didn’t mean to,” she replies, feeling her face burn red. “I kind of forgot you were here.”
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