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Your resident chaos creator Also if you couldn't tell I'm a giant marauders stan she/her

[scar8o]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

[jankwritten]

Jason turns his cabin into a pillow fort, one day.

It’s silly. He doesn’t have enough bedding to do it, so he sneaks into the big house and steals some from the closet at the end of the infirmary hallway, leaves a little note that says “sorry!” Makes the trek back to his cabin with his arms full of dusty, moth-ball scented linen giddy with excitement.

The fifth would turn their barracks into a fort whenever a younger legionnaire (a soldier, at child, gods) would feel homesick or scared, whenever they had a nightmare. It would always start the same way - cover up the legionnaire’s bunk with a blanket so it’s closed off from the room - and expand from there, until there were sheets tucked under all the top bunks, everybody’s mattresses thrown into a pile in the center of the room, odd-colored lighting from the bedding thrown over the lamps.

Jason was seven when they made him his first pillow fort. He was thirteen when he got to teach the tradition to an eleven year old girl (a soldier, a soldier, how could they do that to-) who grinned at him through snotty tears and gave him a hug and said “thank you” like she’d never meant anything more.

He hangs a sheet over the statue of his father. Tucks the edges around so it stays secure, pulling the further corner to hang over his standing lamp, too. Thunder rumbles overhead. Jason tells it to shut up, in his head. Never out loud. Even now, he can’t bring himself to disparage the gods out loud.

He still doesn’t have enough blankets to make the fort as splendorous and fine as the ones from the barracks, but it’s serviceable for what he wants, a patchwork of thin sheets draped like a tent over a section of floor, hidden from his statue-father’s eyes, held up by the sparse furniture of the cabin itself. Inside, he’s made a pallet of his actual bedding, his pillows and few blankets. The piece de resistance is the big, weighted comforter his friends pitched in to buy him for his seventeenth birthday, laying out like a puddle over the sheeted floor.

It shouldn’t be comfortable - he’s still essentially sitting on the hard ground - and yet, when he curls up underneath it all, Jason finds himself falling asleep faster than he has in months. If he drifts enough, he can almost convince himself he can hear his legion-mates roaming around outside, putting together their own sections of fort around him, like layers of protection.

Jason turns his cabin into a pillow fort, one day, and takes the best goddamn nap of his entire life.

[padawan-historian]

If you can't show up in person, make a phone call. If you can't call, write a letter. If you can't write a letter, an email.

In order to liberate our communities from this lovecraft country's Jim & Jane Crow violence, we have to upRoot white supremacist politics and practices from the root.

[lumberjackloverboy-moved]

[image description: the first photo is of Ralph Yarl, a 16 year old black boy. He sits at a band concert, dressed in a black suit and holding a bass clarinet as he looks into the camera. Next to it is a picture of him and two children, all smiling.

the second photo is a screenshot of a tweet by Lee Merritt. It reads:

'His name is #RalphYarl-- a 16 y/o who went to the wrong address to pick up his siblings.

He was shot in the head by a white man who didn't want him on his property. He shot him a 2nd time for emphasis.

Ralph is fighting for his life. This man must be arrested. We are on our way.'

the third photo is a screenshot of a post of white text on a black background by isabelwilkerson. It reads:

'Heartbreaking beyond belief. This high school student was helping his family by picking up his two younger brothers, but he drove to the incorrect address and rang the wrong doorbell. A man shot this child on sight through the front door and again while the boy, Ralph Yarl, was on the ground. Now Ralph is in a Missouri hospital fighting for his life. The shooter, who was white, was released and not charged.

What a horrifying manifestation of the continuing dehumanization of black people in this country, the automatic assumptions and the hatred and denial of basic benefit of the doubt for those assigned to the bottom of a caste system.

Please read this Reposed from @realdlughlet # ALL HANDS ON DECK!! |

PLEASE SEE ALL FRAMES FROM:

@leemerrittesq @attorneycrump

16 year old #RalphYard was going to pick up his two younger siblings from an unfamiliar address when he was shot in the head and again while on the ground by the white man that answered the door after he wrang the wrong doorbell.

Ralph is a junior in High School. He loves music and plays the bass clarinet. He is loved by his family and community and he has a bright bright future. He didn't deserve what happened to him. We won't stand for it. We are coming for justice.

Use the contact information below to demand Prosecutor Zachary Thompson make an immediate arrest and bring the appropriate charges:'

The final photo is a continuation of the previous image. It reads:

'Building: James S. Rooney Justice Center

Address: 11 South Water Street

Liberty, Missouri 64068

Telephone: [phone]

Fax: [phone]

Email: [email protected]'

End description]

A Go Fund Me for Ralph's medical expenses can be found here: https://gofund.me/b68601b2

[audrocur-deactivated20221128]

wow millennials are glued to their i-phones and laptops so much they cant even be bothered robbing in person anymore!!! maybe these trust fund babies should stop phishing credit cards while sitting on their butts and go out there and put some elbow grease into their thievery!

[thesnadger]

[weaselle]

I know exactly what happened. Because it happened to me.

I trained for years to be a con artist. I told my friends and family that I wanted to be a magician, but that was just a cover for why I was constantly practicing sleight of hand. 

In junior high and high school, I would shop lift a bunch of candy on my way to school, sell it to kids at the morning break, and use that money to run a crooked poker game at lunch.

Finally, when I was 19 or 20, I felt I was ready, and I picked my first pocket. I was on the bus, bumped a guy as I passed down the aisle, got his wallet, super clean.

In the wallet was several hundred dollars. A huge first score, I had been hoping for a couple twenties. I sat there looking at the, like, 400 bucks, thinking.

That was my rent at the time. We were both on the bus. It was likely his rent too. Lord knows the only reason to carry that much cash on the bus is you’re on your way to pay a bill. We were both on the bus, you know? That’s not someone I was comfortable stealing from.

I tapped him on the shoulder and told him “hey i think you dropped this” and gave it back to him with all the money still in it. It was the first and last time I ever picked a pocket.

Picking a rich person’s pocket is a loosing game. They probably have credit cards and not cash, those credit cards probably have the best anti-theft measures their bank can provide, and you probably can’t get close enough to those people to pick their pockets unless you’re already rich yourself.

The people who’s pockets you can reliably pick are the people around you. The people who are also on the bus, who are in this same shitty situation with you.

As wealth inequality becomes more drastic picking pockets has very clearly become “stealing from other poor people” and it’s not satisfying. I want to steal from Google and Apple and Fox and Facebook and General Mills and Hershey and Tesla. Not the person next to me.

[just-a-hazbin-writer]

Wow. This post went from funny to a life lesson in a way I wasn’t expecting, amd I’m not sorey at all.

[uberguber89]

See, unlike the capitalist elite, common criminals have a sense of morality and empathy.

[mousidy]

[paddooo]

poll time

have had scurvy

can dislocate your right arm on demand

have exactly six tattoos

are currently burning a mint flavour candle

have two or more pairs of pleasers

have patched 1 pair of jeans 10 or more times

in the process of dropping out of school

have funny initials

multiple apply!

none apply to me

Voting ended onApr 23, 2023

[superdogbiter]

You have officially become a witch but you can't choose a cat,snake or owl as your familiar.Which out of these choices do you choose to be a witches familiar?

A species of shark

A breed of dog

A species of crocodile/alligator

A species of bug

A species of whale

A species of bat

A species of wolf

A species of big wild cat(Like a lion or a tiger)

A hyena

Other:(Put it in the tags but remember it can't be a domesticated cat or owl or

Voting ended onApr 22, 2023

Specify in the tags please what species or breed of animal you would choose as a witches familiar if the most obvious were off the table

Let's have fun with this

For example for me it would be a great white shark

Also yes men you can interact with this poll too

[profeminist]

[dkpsyhog]

Homophobes: *try to destroy rainbow statue*

Gays: “fine then we’ll make it an actual damn rainbow”

Reblog to put indestructible rainbows everywhere and kill a homophobe

[mira-nicodiangelo-grey]

This is perfect. You can’t eradicate the gay so easily.

[my-taste-in-music]

I keep seeing barbie blorbo memes saying “this ken is a mass murderer” “this ken does drugs” “this ken is so special” like no you don’t understand. Gender is irrelevant. If your blorbo is special and unique your blorbo by definition is a barbie, not a ken.

[colinrobinsonscardigan]

Mag 102 : Nesting Instinct

"What a beautiful wedding

What a beautiful wedding", says a bridesmaid to a waiter

"And, yes, but what a shame

What a shame the poor groom's bride is a beetle"

[deactivated-blog]

Imagine Percy and Nico becoming engaged/married and Percy having to address Hades as “Father” or “Dad” now. Hades would be like “That sounds disgusting, that’s Lord Hades to you.”

[high-fructose-porn-syrup]

“so… do I call you dad or…”

“no. absolutely not. I am still Lord Hades to you, you will address me as such.”

“I’m not doing that. Will ‘sir’ work?”

“… why did my son marry you?”

“because I’m hot, sir.”

[rylandsgrace]

Ok that's the one

[smalllady]

if you’re a gifmaker, you need to read this

staff has announced that on may 15, they’re forcing everyone to switch to the new beta post editor. this is very, very bad for gifs. @saintalicent made a post detailing the difference between the old and new post editors, but basically the new post editor shoves gifs into a text post and slightly resizes them, lowering the quality of the gifs.

gifmakers are the backbone of this website, and staff needs to be reminded of this. if you’re a gifmaker, please send polite feedback to staff explaining that you don’t want the quality of your gifs to be reduced and that this will negatively affect your experience on this website.

we got them to back off on the gif to mp4 thing last year, and we need them to back off on this. please reblog for visibility.

[cringefaillosersummit]

Round 2 - Group 1A

Who is More of a Cringefail Loser?

Lester Papadopoulos/Apollo (The Trials of Apollo)

Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH)

Voting ended onApr 8, 2023

About Lester He was literally formerly APOLLO, the god of the sun and music and all sorts of cool stuff, and became some basic guy with acne who cannot do a quest right to save his life

About Chai MY MAN SPENDS THE ENTIRE GAME BEING A CRINGE FAIL LOSER! HE LITERALLY IS LIKE "Maybe the mind control device implanted in my arm won't be used for evil." AND EVERYONE IS LIKE "Chai, the only reason there would be a mind control device in your arm is so THAT IT CAN BE EXCLUSIVLY USED FOR EVIL!" PLUS THERE IS AN ENTIRE GAME SHOWING HIS CRINGE FAILNESS OH MY GOD

[catchymemes]

[wolfythewitch]

wait.. im confused... are you actually christian?

or are you also just forced to your parents views?

Yes.

It's complicated LMAO

I would call myself Christian, but not subscribed to the same sort of belief my parents are? From a young age they've taken me to church, involved religion in every aspect of my life, and in a way tainted it for me. Same goes for the church I go to. At the same time, I think I still believe in a higher power. I've gotten more cynical as I've grown older, and though I've kept silent about it, my views almost always clash with theirs. I think a big part of it is they've (my parents and the church) uphold themselves to such a standard of being a good person, they've forgotten that being a good person requires being, well, good. Not self righteous or wise or inherently more morally upstanding, but being kind and understanding and loving. How am I to believe in a god that loves everyone when my parents preach about loving my neighbor but scoff when I want to donate to a trans charity? Or when my church tells me that God is kind, and then turn and tell a rape victim she must forgive her rapist? God is patient until you are in the wrong, then you demand forgiveness.

Why is being kind the rule and the homosexuals, and the poor, and the different, the exception? There shouldn't be an exception. Why am I drawing lines between me and them? What kind of belief system has the right to make me wonder, had my parents known I was queer, if they would love me less? If I am a child of god, and so are my parents, and my friends, then so are all those they condemn to hell.

In summary, sorry for the little rant haha, I am christian. I think, just not in the way my parents planned

[mintytrifecta]

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all a very pleasant evening" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant passover". Next to bugs is a photo of a small stack of matzo and the cup of Elijah. ]

[wolfythewitch]

Do you or do you not feel bonita??

I do feel bonita!