To Describe My Mother Would Be To Write About A Hurricane In Its Perfect Power. Or The Climbing, Falling

percy saying "i'm sally jackson's son!" is so........ it squeezes my heart so much. and i get it i get it. imagine your father neglecting you, his son your whole life and going to a camp that he wants to you to go to, being told he's a god, being told everyone in that camp is a demi-god -- and all of those children barely get to talk OR EVEN MEET their parental figure. how do you, how do you, how do you not break down. he's so strong

I just wanted to share this article about Palestine's right to revolt and why it is important that we support it. It also has sources embedded in the text that debunk misinformation about them and Hamas. I implore everyone to read it and spread this information around.

Edit [12/25/23 3:19 PM GMT+]: I should also emphasize that the article is an opinion piece, so I also encourage you to also do further research to come to your own critical conclusions.

As a whole, the article still explores why Palestinians resist. As someone whose entire history was build on resisting against oppressors (I'm Filipino), I can understand and empathize where they are coming from. This is one way that I wish to express my solidarity.

dont you just hate it when your twin does a crime and you're the prime suspect of that said crime?

SHADOW AND BONE (2021—) 2.08 — No Funerals

The neglect of the Gods

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS 1x02 "I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom" // 1x03 "We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium"

Moon, stand still a while and tell me where is my dear. Tell him, silvery moon, that I am embracing him. For at least momentarily let him recall of dreaming of me.

Have you heard of the boy who held kindness close even though anger is an option?

I have.

His eyes contained the forests that hold our life; green and nature-blessed. And, his hair remains grown, messily arranged — it contains memories, not so kind, but hopeful to the eye. The base of his cheeks are four-leaved clovers: luck, pure luck has brought him here.

I have known of him.

I have known of him. His sense of a squirrel. As they plant trees with their acorns in the soil. As he does good with anger burning in the air. As he cries, with his head upon my shoulder. Cheeks dampening the side of my shirt.

I have known.

I have known his kind smile (not forced, never forced) and I see his lips fumble, fumbling, upon the overwhelming comfort.

Stupid, stupid man. The world does not deserve his kindness, they do not deserve him, and his sense of a squirrel, and his hopeful eyes to a trivial, humane need such as comfort.

Whatever labour they have done, they brought upon this man. Of good and gold. Of nature and luck. Of peace, never-ending peace.

Of kindness over anger.

yemen is the poorest nation in the arab world. but in two weeks time, it did what no oil or gas- rich arab nation could do. by seizing three ships and costing i****l more than 2 billion by forcing its ships to go around africa, yemen showed up.

I'm going to write AU fics that don't include the reader! I hope everyone is okay, I will still write reader-insert bc it's fun, HOWEVER, AU fics are just in my mind rn so !!! there's that!!