Just Practice - Chapter 4

ronda slater, what I need is: a contemplation of bisexuality, from bi any other name: bisexual people speak out, edited by Lorraine Hutchins and Lani Kaahumanu, 1991

HOW TO DONATE TO BLM WHEN YOU HAVE NO MONEY

a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity

brooklyn bail fund

minnesota freedom fund

atlanta action network

columbus freedom fund

louisville community bail fund

chicago bond

black visions collective

richmond community bail fund

the bail project inc

nw com bail fund

philadelphia bail fund

the korchhinski-parquet family gofundme

george floyd’s family gofundme

blacklivesmatter.com

reclaim the block

aclu

turn off your adblocker and put the video on repeat. do not skip ads. let it play on loop whether you’re listening or not. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere. but let. it. play.

youtube will donate to blm for you.

please, please reblog. for people who don’t have money to spare, this is incredibly important information to have.

things she has to deal with I swear😭😂

mybroadband.co.za

Zimbabwe orders Internet shutdown

When the Zimbabwean government ordered internet service providers to shutter parts of the web in an effort to curb anti-government protests,

I’m only able to send this because I’ve got a VPN but yesterday even VPNS were blocked today if you don’t have a VPN you can’t read news or use WhatsApp or Facebook or any social media they’ve only put the Internet on to avoid human rights issues you have a huge audience gaud, an audience who should care.

i wanna share with y'all a great thing that happened in my city yesterday. early in the morning, ICE tried to kidnap an undocumented man while he was leaving for work with his son in the car. this man had no warrant and no criminal record, and had lived in his home with his family for the past 14 years. these ICE agents, un-uniformed and in unmarked cars, blockaded this man’s driveway, while he and his child sat locked in their van, for 4 hours. (obviously this isn’t the good part.)

the man’s neighbors were the first to gather and confront ICE. phone calls were made, and dozens of local organizers, lawyers and activists showed up, in addition to more neighbors. they bought gas and siphoned it into the man’s car so he could keep the AC going. they passed water and food through the car windows. the city government was flooded with calls, and a few city council folks showed up in support of the man.

and ICE left.

the man’s neighbors & the activists formed a human chain around the car so the man and his son could get back into their house. and later, his whole family was escorted to a safer location.

today, that man is still with his family. his children, though undoubtedly shaken and scared (especially the son who was with him the whole time, and was so frightened he threw up at one point) still have their father. one of the neighbors said: “they picked the wrong neighborhood on the wrong day” and “I know they’ll be back, and so will we.”

I know a ton of posts get shared about doing this exact thing, but i want you to know that IT WORKS. community works. so please, above anything else, get to know your neighbors. keep an eye out for each other. don’t let people disappear. keep each other close, keep each other safe.

http://therapyforblackgirls.com 

reblog to save a life

Jealous percy drabble? Yes please if you could that'd be great!!

Percy loves spending time with his friends—he really does—but time and experience have shown him that the definition of quality time varies wildly within their group.

For Percy, quality time is laid back: a nighttime drive without a destination, full belly laughs filling the living room, sandy toes washed clean after that first step into the ocean. After all they’ve had to endure, it’s these pockets of serenity that he loves most.

Piper is a different story. She sees their time spent in boarding schools and on quests as missed opportunities. After all these years fighting for their lives, Piper argues that they’ve hardly had a chance to live them.

College separates the seven of them to different universities on different coasts, so moments where they’re all in the same place are few and far between. When those moments come, Piper’s excited energy resonates with the entire group, and they end up doing something wild each time.

Except they is a loose term. They is a group that consists of Piper, Leo, Annabeth, Hazel, and Frank (in that order) while Percy and Jason act as the designated sober group parents.

“I guess we did this to ourselves, huh?” Percy nudges Jason with his shoulder while waiting on their girlfriends’ drinks.

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Do a percabeth someone great au but blease make it happy in the end I am so fragile

ask and ye shall receive xx happy ending still to be written

Their story begins at the end, and their end began like this:

 “I got the job.”

 The words were somewhat garbled and blurted out with her head in her hands and there was a pause long enough that Annabeth had to peek through her fingers. Percy blinked back at her, mouth open and fork full of pasta forgotten mid-air. He set it down and his face broke into a massive grin and in retrospect, maybe she should have paid more mind to the beat in between. He reached out and took her hands and leaned over their table and kissed her on the lips and he looked happy for her when he said:

 “Congratulations, gorgeous. I’m so proud of you.”

 Their end began when they clinked their wine glasses and held hands on the walk back to their apartment and chose not to ask the question. The end began when she noticed the tension in his brow and chose not to let it bother her on a day when she’d received exciting news. Their end began when he listened to her talk and chose not to pay mind to the places on this earth that she would go that were too far for him to follow. Their end began when they stoked the flames that would set them ablaze and called it hearth.

 Later, he’d push her up against their front door and press his chest to hers and cling on to her a little bit tighter than he normally would and she’ll pretend not to feel it. Her lips will hold his more desperately and the impressions of her nails will last on the skin of his back a little longer and she’ll cover up the purple bruises on her neck and he’ll pretend not to see it. And then, when she curls up into his side and rests her head on his chest, when the rhythm of his heart beats under her palm, when the end seems inevitable, they’ll look the other way.

 Cowards, the both of them.

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one must imagine sisyphus locking in

percabeth | godswap au | 1500 words | commissioned by @zacharandom

Anger is a comfortable emotion, one that greets Annabeth at the door like an old friend—somewhere to retreat when the outside world gets too loud. Being a daughter of Ares has given her many strengths, and sometimes Annabeth feels a little too strong. Some days her heart beats like a war drum. She can feel the pressure in her veins, her pulse hammering through her body like a soldier’s march. 

Everyone knows—Annabeth, Percy, the camp, Clarisse. And they, for the most part, know to stay away. Annabeth busies herself with a punching bag or dummy in the arena for a day and comes out her usual self, no sign of her father’s blessing. 

But that takes time she doesn’t have. 

Redesigning Olympus takes its toll. After the Titan War, Annabeth is determined to make the city of the gods a fortress. No one—Titan, God, or otherwise—will be able to turn her work to rubble. She and it will live on for millennia. 

Annabeth’s spends her days locked in Cabin 5, muscles stiff as she sketches, calculates, erases, recalculates. Food appears next to her a few times a day—courtesy of Percy, no doubt. 

Silena was the only one of her siblings who could get close when these moods struck. The rest of the Ares cabin want a wide berth during these times, so that’s what they give Annabeth. She tells herself it’s what she wants too, but that doesn’t stop her from missing Silena’s steady hand on her shoulder telling her to take a break. 

Annabeth shrugs off her emotions and continues her work. 

Footsteps register from Annabeth’s right, which she chalks up to Percy coming with lunch. However, when Annabeth glances at the clock on her desk, she finds the light stings her eyes as 6:30 PM glares back at her. 

She looks over her shoulder to find Percy, but not as expected. He stands off to the side, his cotton shirt tight across his broad shoulders, sleeves straining when he crosses his arms. Add in that he’s wearing gym shorts instead of those god-awful cargo pants she’ll never admit she loves… it’s a sight she’d lean back to admire on a different day. 

She turns on her desk lamp and picks up her pencil. 

“Annabeth, take a break.” 

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