Might Fuck Around And Post This Bitch Tonight Who Knows

A huge number of people are already getting fucked over when it comes to being allowed to cast a vote in the upcoming elections. Let’s try to minimize what that number COULD be as much as possible. It might also be useful to have the number for the ACLU written down (or already in your phone) so you can CALL THEM while still at the polling place and get whatever information is needed in order to see about having the ACLU sue them. Write down names. Get witnesses. Take photos. MAKE IT VERY CLEAR TO THE POLLSTERS THAT YOU ARE GOING TO HOLD THEM ACCOUNTABLE. (Unless you have reason to believe they’re going to be assholes and try to have you arrested for doing so, in which case, be as subtle as possible.)

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A 40-day Target boycott starts today. It couldn’t come at a worse time for the company | CNN Business

Target is facing a 40-day consumer boycott starting Wednesday over the company’s shift away from diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) polic

I wasn't aware of this one, so I'm trying to spread the word.

16. “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” love you and your writing!! ♡♡

[ichor group au] 

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” Percy whispers sweetly as he slips his arms around Annabeth’s waist, placing a kiss to her cheek.

Annabeth slides her hands on top of Percy’s, amazed at how warmth always seems to radiate off of him, and leans back into his arms. Gently, she leans her head into his and smiles as she notes how the light of the moon makes her engagement ring gleam.

“Why are you so good to me?” she asks, her voice quiet.

She feels him shrug before he answers. “How else do you treat the love of your life?”

Annabeth pulls Percy’s arms tighter around her middle, finding comfort in the steadiness of his touch. “I never thought I’d have this.”

“Well you do,” Percy says with confidence. “For always.”

Annabeth laughs as she turns around to face Percy, linking her hands around his neck as he links his at the small of her back.

“For always, huh?”

He nods, a childlike grin lighting up his face. “Yup. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Now answer the question.”

“What question?” she asks, playing dumb.

Percy doesn't waver. “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

She looks at him, from the deep green of his eyes to the solid lines of his jaw and the perfect curve of his smile until she can’t help but kiss him on his perfectly soft lips. Pulling away, she feels her heart skip a beat at the way Percy’s long eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes.

“Hmm,” she says pensively. “I guess to answer that I have to ask you a question of my own.”

“What’s that?” he says with a curious squint.

“Do you think the sun is jealous of how my world completely revolves around you?”

She can practically hear the air leave Percy’s lungs as he watches her with awe and reverence. Her gravitational force soon proves to be too strong, and there under the light of the full moon they transform into the sea and shore, crashing into each other with abandon.

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lucky charms, chapter 4

The Twilight Zone

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

People came easily to Luke.

That was not to say people generally liked him, necessarily. Some would say he had his father’s charm and his mother’s once beautiful features, and that was why he’d always attracted a crowd, but Luke hadn’t been his parents’ son in a long while. He was every bit the thief his father was and, like his mother, could see far past what was presented, but everything he’d built for himself had been from the ground up.

Even by demigod standards, Luke was the son of one of the lamest gods in Olympus- he wasn’t great with his hands like Annabeth, and he definitely couldn’t control lightning the way Thalia could. All Luke had was people. He could tell, for the most part, what buttons to push to upset, to anger, to flatter, to confuse; that was Luke’s talent. He was a pickpocket, a sleight of hand artist, and like most cynical, petty crooks, nothing slipped past him.

Luke understood how people worked. Understood what the flutter of an eyelid or a trembling lip meant, understood just how much tension in the brow separated grief and aggression. Above all, Luke understood that people were always exactly as they were not- playing a game of charades against the rest of the world as though that might protect them, in some way, from her jagged edges.

He’d always been too clever for his own good.

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Fresh list of organizations that need funding after this week

A lot of the lists on tumblr have been circulating all week and some of the organizations have taken in as much as they can use with the size/scope of their mission. I signed up to the excellent Reclaim the Block and they just posted this list on their facebook.

Black Table Arts -  Gathering Black communities through the arts, towards better black futures.

Centro de Trabajadores Unidos en Lucha - CTUL is a worker-led organization where workers organize, educate and empower each other to fight for a voice in their workplaces and in their communities.

Du Nord Riot Recovery Fund - Du Nord Craft Spirits is a Black-owned distillery with a building that was damaged. They’ve “received a tidal wave of love and support from across the nation and many have asked how they can help… Therefore, Du Nord is establishing this fund to support black and brown companies affected by the riots.”

Little Earth Residents Association - Food and safety needs for residents of Little Earth of United Tribes.

Migizi Communications - MIGIZI Communications advances a message of success, well-being and justice for the American Indian community. Support them rebuilding after fire.

Minnesota Healing Justice Network - We provide a supportive professional community and mutual aid network for wellness and healing justice practitioners who also identify as IBPOC (indigenous, black, or people of color).

Northside business support - support businesses on Minneapolis’s Northside that have been impacted by recent demonstrations.

Pimento Relief Fund - We’re partnering with Pimento to provide black business without insurance relief after white supremacists set them on fire during the protests. 

Powwow Grounds - send via paypal to angelswann2021@gmail.com - Native-run cafe, currently providing meals to elders, protectors and community, purchasing medical supplies, fire supplies, cooking supplies. 

Southside Harm Reduction- Southside Harm Reduction Services works within a harm reduction framework to promote the human rights to health, safety, autonomy, and agency among people who use substances. 

Spiral Collective - A volunteer full-spectrum reproductive options and support group comprised of doulas, birth-workers, and passionate reproductive justice advocates. based in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota, occupied Dakhóta territories.

Women for Political Change - Holistically investing in the leadership and political power of young women and trans & non-binary individuals throughout Minnesota.

Unicorn Riot - A decentralized media organization that has been live-streaming uprisings 

mob au | the beginning in the end: epilogue 

Mr. Hermes looks as good as he did when Annabeth first met him at seven years old. His hair is still slicked back, though now it is much more salt than it is pepper, and his well tailored Italian suits have been replaced with a wardrobe of colorful tracksuits, but the man beneath the clothes is the same.

Today, as he sits on the back patio with Annabeth, he dons a deep red tracksuit with a pair of white tennis shoes that have a winged design on the outside. Annabeth doesn’t think he could be any cuter if he tried.

“How long has it been, my dear?” Mr. Hermes asks as he takes a sip of his midday martini.

“Six months, I think,” Annabeth answers, her face scrunching as she tries to remember. “It must have been Caroline’s birthday party.”

Mr. Hermes chuckles. “You know, she hustled me out of five hundred dollars that day.”

“Stop.”

“I’ve never been so damn proud in my life,” he says with a sweeping hand gesture. “She’s just like Connor. God bless her mother.”

“Luckily, Katie is an actual saint. Though how she puts up with Travis I will never understand.”

“I’m sure he has the same questions about how Percy puts up with you,” he says with a wink.

Annabeth nods, laughing into her drink. “Oh, I have those same questions, believe me.”

The older man takes another sip of his drink, and slides an olive off its mini sword toothpick (Percy insisted those be the only type of toothpicks on the premises). “So what’s going on, kid? What do you need from a washed up old man?”

“You are not washed up,” she asserts, and sets her drink down. “I actually was hoping I could ask you for some parenting advice.”

“I think my boys would tell you I’m not the one you should be coming to for parenting help. I was barely around for my kids.”

“But you’re around now.”

“Because they let me be,” he says calmly. “Not because I deserve it.”

“Ruthie wants me to train her to take over the business,” Annabeth blurts, the panic evident in her entire demeanor.

“Ah,” Mr. Hermes says with a nod. He takes another sip of his martini. “And that scares the hell out of you.”

“Obviously.”

He laughs again, like Annabeth just told a silly pun instead of some life trajectory altering news. “Well, I’m not sure what to tell you, kid. This is her fate just as much as it was yours.”

Annabeth shakes her head, unable to accept his words. “I refuse to accept that running this business is her fate. It might have been mine, but it’s not hers. I won’t let it be.”

Mr. Hermes sits up in his chair, and leans forward to rest his arms on the table. “Why do you kids always think fate is equal to an outcome?”

“Because… that’s what it is.”

He shakes his head now, dismissing her out of hand. “Fate is about choice.”

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Don’t Call It A Comeback • mob au 

Annabeth sits at her desk that belonged to her mother before her and admires the intricate carvings that mark its edges. She smiles to herself, having missed the feeling of sitting behind it, reminded of the power that seems to emanate from its mahogany. Her hands are flat on its cool surface, as if asking it to forgive her for her absence. As she reacquaints herself with it, there is a gentle rap on the door, and she looks up to see Charles poke his head in.

“Hey boss,” he says with a sweet smile. “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” she says, leaning back in her chair.

“Saying hi to an old friend, I see,” he says with his usual charming smile.

“I missed her so much,” she says in a whiny tone. “I mean, my desk in Elysium is great, but this one… it’s special.”

Charles laughs as he sits down. “Well, once you two are done having your moment, can we talk about what you would like to do today?”

Annabeth takes a deep breath, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap. “This desk surely isn’t the only one who has been missing me these past few years.”

“Certainly not.”

“I figure I should… make the rounds. Say hi. Remind people who I am.”

“And why they stay in line,” Charles adds with a look of pride.

“Precisely.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Where would you like to start?”

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