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[prideprejudce]

people saying that users aren’t being compassionate enough towards the billionaires stuck in the death coffin at the bottom of the ocean and calling us “ghouls” for bringing up the absolute absurdity of the entire situation and it’s like……of course no one ever deserves to die by suffocation or freezing to death and it’s a hope that by some miracle that these people are found and somehow saved. however people are aloud to point out the irony of how our current wealth gap is so high that there are people who are able to spend 250k, an amount that most people don’t see in their entire lives, like it’s a movie ticket. except instead of seeing a movie they are entering a death chamber to the bottom of the ocean so they can gawk at the mass grave of over a thousand people

“the CEO of the company tricked them and he’s the real capitalist villain while the other passengers are blameless” I agree that the CEO (who is also stuck in the submarine with them) is as grimy as they come and cut corners in order to make as much money as possible. that’s a given. but as we are seeing now, most people who have never even stepped foot in the ocean their entire lives could see that this was a disaster waiting to happen. you don’t have to be a maritime expert to see that. the submersible has no emergency beacon, is controlled by an off brand game controller, made from parts from a camp store, navigated by texts from above, is bolted in from the outside, and has a contract that passengers sign that mentions “death” three times on the front page. most people couldn’t be paid to step foot in it - and these people paid 250k to go to the bottom of the ocean in it

once again, no one is relishing at people dying stuck in an essentially gutted out minivan at the bottom of the ocean. especially when one passenger is 19 and the other is a legitimate titanic researcher. but people are allowed to be mad that thousands upon thousands of dollars of taxpayer money and resources are being used to try and literally pluck these people out of the ocean and save them from a grave that they literally helped dig themselves into without a care in the world. they are the 1% who can put themselves in peril as much as they please and spend money and waste resources like it’s water but will always expect to be saved from the brink of death by us regular folk so they can call themselves an “adventurer” at their next luncheon

[mangocheesecakes]

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Yousef Moner (@/you2.ef_) sent me a message on Insta and we've been messaging for a couple of days now. I believe this is a legit fundraiser based on what I've seen so far on his socials. He has a brother with another fundraiser (@/mohamed_moner1994 on insta).

Their gofundmes are being organized by Layla Ashoor (@/only_one_lulu on insta and 'Layla Ashoor' on FB).

Yousef is trying to evacuate with his sister and parents. I asked him where he is currently staying and he told me that they are in a small tent in Rafah at the moment. His gfm has only 3 donations amounting to £65 at the time I am making this post (04/21 here in the PH), while Mohamed is only at £1,150.

Please donate to him if you are able and share his fundraiser link to help him gain more donations.

Here is Yousef's gfm:

Here is his brother, Mohamed's gfm:

[the-golden-vanity]

Day 3 of our sailing voyage, somewhere off the coast of Long Island— I had a little friend with me at the helm. He stayed on our mainsail boom long enough to dry his feathers, and then flew off to wherever he was going.

[daystarpoet]

★﹐safe and sound ．﹗﹑

percy jackson x gn!reader. they both come back from a quest where user almost dies whoops. situationship-ish, friends but there's something else. what do you do when you get back? go swim ofc this is percy jackson we're talking about.

being half-bloods meant having dangerous experiences almost daily. that was something both percy and you knew far too well.

being a child of the gods was a risk on its own, solely by existing, were you in danger. if it wasn't monsters, it was the totally very much safe activities at camp. either way, there was always something trying to end you; much more during quests.

the gods loved sending their children to deal with their problems instead of solving them themselves, henche why quests existed. they tended to short heroes' lifespan—percy and you were quite lucky you managed to return from this one with just some scratches (and newly additions of trauma but that was irrelevant)

percy knew that the possibility of not returning from a quest was very much there; yet that didn't make him any less frightened. he wasn’t scared of dying himself, but rather scared of losing someone dear to him—you in this case.

you had been friends since he arrived to camp, all those years ago. you had been one of the ones who had showed him the ropes of the demigod life. you watched as he gained more and more control of his abilities as a son of poseidon, always there for him; and for that, he was forever loyal to you.

during this quest, he had been dangerously close to losing you, a thought he could not bear.

his feet dangled over the water of the lake as you sat on the deck, the moonlight shining down on the pair of you. he glanced at you, his hand almost too close to yours, subconsciously inching closer.

it was all friendly, right? like the way you had kissed him good-luck when you were fifteen and inside that labyrinth. he looked at you, and you looked back at him, those deep sea-green eyes staring into your soul. It was peaceful, it hadn't been this quiet in around a week.

“this is nice…” he muttered. “i always forget how calming this is.” he sighed and looked back at you you both should be sleeping right now, but that was the last thing percy wanted to do after a quest. after all, the only thing quests brought once he was back inside the camp barriers were nightmares.

“it is,” you agreed with him, glancing at his face, only to catch him with his gaze still glued to you. “stop staring, you creep.” you teased him, lightly shoving him on the back of the head.

“i was so not staring at you.” percy defended himself, knowing full well you had caught him red-handed. “if you don't want me to stare, i have an idea of something else we can do.” his expression soon changing to one of pure mischief.

“oh? i feel like i should be more scared of whatever you're planing than what i'm scared of quests.” you rose an eyebrow, to which he just shrugged. a beat passed, and in that very instant did you realise what percy's smirk was all about.

“don't you-” and before you even finished your sentence, the boy pulled on your arm and into the water. “perseus jackson!” you called, wiping the water off your face.

“yes?” he answered innocently, as if he had never done anything wrong in his life. you should have expected it. percy was always like this. he was like that because he cared.

[zin3b0]

Last little art dump, I draw him too much 😭😭😭

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

types of kisses ; 875 words of caleb fluff (again), but suggestive-ish (implications of sex), so mdni nonetheless !! mostly though i've been in a fluffy mood and he makes me write like this 😭 HAPPY NYE!!!!

morning kisses with caleb were soft.

sleepy, still.

he tended to be more of a morning person than you, yourself, but he didn't always get up immediately, especially if he didn't need to. he was perfectly happy to hold you in his arms, cozy under the blankets—his hand would go up to make soft strokes into your hair, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

and then your eyes would flutter open.

and it was your most favorite thing in the world to wake up to him. sleepy smiles and sighs as you snuggle into him, the steady hum of his heartbeat... he'd chuckle a little, and then he'd be back to placing kisses all over, enjoying the soft little hum of approval that escaped your lips.

"lemme guess," he mumbled, nuzzling the crown of your head. "five more minutes, right, pipsqueak?"

"mhm. lil'more... wanna stay with you."

and then when dusk fell, and you'd be back at home to be with him, and he with you—

sometimes, afternoon kisses with him got a little more intense.

there were days like this that you were reminded of this side of him not particularly soft; the side of him a little more demanding, a little more relinquished in control. a long day for the both of you had you pressed up against the wall, knee between your legs, hands pinning yours up by the sides of your head. you barely had time to breathe; any sounds of surprise or even pleasure barely had a moment to make themselves audible, before he was crashing back into you.

you knew where it'll lead, and frankly, you didn't mind at all—

not when he kissed you like this, with so much fervor, and desire, and emotion; so, so much more than you would normally get from him. his lips would pry your own apart with ease, tongue slipping in to flick at yours—it was a feeling that made your breath hitch, your knees buckle.

he had all of you in these moments, and all of you that you would freely, gladly surrender.

because sometimes comfort with him—from him—meant exactly that.

and when the night had ended and you lay back in his arms, you'd cherish the feel of his bare skin on yours, fingers tracing the little marks he'd left on your body.

goodnight kisses were giggly, and a little playful.

he would tease, like he always did—comment on how cute you were, how good you'd been for him... you'd take a moment to swat at his arm, maybe roll around in a playful wrestle for the upper hand. you'd end up on top of him, notice that twinkle in his eye that told you that he'd absolutely let you win on purpose.

you'd watch as his gaze softened—the smirk on his lips fading into a gentle smile, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

his touch lingered.

he chuckled a little bit, and your foreheads would press together—he'd have no issues stealing the giggles from your lips, breathing into each other with a certain sense of joy.... all warm kisses to signify how much he loved you.

but sometimes, other times... now, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a mistletoe hanging above your heads...

at times like this, caleb's kisses were vulnerable... yet, sweet.

and the pull towards him didn't need such silly festivities to work.

he'd hold you by the waist, pull you close to press up against him, hands going to brush off some stray specks of glitter from your hair that you'd gotten from all the last-minute decorating...

"was this your doing, pipsqueak?" he mused.

you'd smile, because it was true.

"we don't need this, y'know."

"i know."

"s'not christmas anymore, either."

"i know."

and maybe this time it was you who made the first move, arms snaking up around his shoulders, standing up on tiptoe for your nose to nuzzle against his.

it was silly.

you didn't need a mistletoe.

if you wanted to be festive, and traditional, and whatever else—

you could have waited for the fireworks.

it was silly.

but... that was the joy of it.

you liked being silly with him.

and you would watch the way he shook his head ever so slightly, voice dropping to a whisper—"i really freaking love you, i hope you know that."

and it was just like him to leave no room for the butterflies to crowd in your stomach, before he leaned in, the first touch of his lips enough to steal your breath away.

soft.

slow.

gentle.

sweet.

a hand went to your back, holding you close, cradling you by the doorway as his lips moved against yours. he tasted like sugar—the apple pie the both of you had baked just earlier lingered still, but you didn't mind the least bit. and he kissed you again, and again, and again. his head tilted a little more, the corners of his lips turned up into a smile....

you felt it.

he was happy.

and you were more than happy to spend the next year with him as you'd been doing.

at the end of the year, kisses with caleb were perfect.

an : actually i wrote this in like an hour total, but i got distracted by my dog LMFAO 😭😭😭 special thank-you to @starmocha 's post for perpetuating the caleb feels tonight i Almost turned this into actual smut and then i remembered i was being soft today 😭😭😭

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Handplates x Sweeney Todd Doodles

I’m back on my nonsense :P I’m still on my Handplates kick, but ALSO watched Sweeney Todd recently, so this is the end result or something idk.

Handplates, as always belongs to @zarla-s! Dialogue stolen from Stephen Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd.