#which is this

[covington-shenanigans]

christ alive I love my parents and I'm glad I got to see them but they are just. so fucking exhausting

[prettyflyshyguy]

OFF-OFF WITH YA HEAD!

DANCE-DANCE TILL YA DEAD!

[baejax-the-great]

WIP Wednesday-WitD

Patroclus cups his hands and draws the water to his face.

“Sir? Hey, sir!”

He tries to ignore Zagreus. He does. His hands tremble suspended between river and mouth and he is already losing water trickling through his fingers. The sizzle of burning feet on grass grows closer at a breakneck speed as Zagreus sprints toward Patroclus.

“You’re still here,” Zagreus exclaims with a huge grin on his face. “And I saw you in the arena last time. Did you find what you were looking for, then?”

Patroclus does not know how to answer this. His cupped hands hold now barely a mouthful of water, the rest of it slowly dribbled onto the grass.

He doesn’t want Zagreus to witness this. The other shades milling about—they don’t matter. But this moment, Patroclus unbecoming himself—he doesn’t want the boy to see this. He lets the rest of the water fall out of his hands.

“Were you going to drink, sir?” Zagreus asks with a small amount of trepidation in his voice. “You do know that… it’s the Lethe.”

Patroclus sits back on his heels. “Yes,” he says. “I know.”

The boy stands there awkwardly, about as still as Patroclus has ever seen him, the ground charring beneath his feet. The ribbons of grass flare orange then red then black with an undulating glow. It’s captivating. They crumble to pieces, black and gray dust, and new grass grows in its place startlingly quickly to burn all over again.  

“If you found a way to kill Achilles,” Patroclus asks, “And went beyond him to discover whatever was past Elysium and learned that there was still no way for you to get out, that you would never escape, would you want to know? Or would it be easier to forget and keep struggling for your freedom? Or even to forget that you ever wanted to escape in the first place?”

Zagreus’s expression crumples. “I…”

Patroclus waits. Is he asking the boy for permission? For understanding? Has he grown to value the judgment of Zagreus, or at least fear his disapproval? After this, Patroclus won’t be able to help him anymore, and he hadn’t helped him much to start with.

The boy’s attention turns sharply toward the arena with a frown. He waves and calls, “Hail, sir.”

Achilles is standing in the center of the gate, still armored, still holding his spear. Shades are scattering away from him as he strides onto the grass. More importantly, however, far past Achilles and far upstream, the movement of a tall, dark shadow catches Patroclus’s eye. It is too far away to make out clearly, but there is only one who roams these rivers.

Shit. He’s out of time, the one resource he usually has far too much of. Achilles shouts for him to stop at the same time Zagreus calls his sword to his hand.

“He’s talking to me, stranger, not you,” Patroclus tells him, fairly certain he’s correct about that. Zagreus is merely a duty to Achilles, whereas Patroclus is… something else. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, it occurs to Patroclus that he can do one good deed before he consigns himself to history. “Make me,” he calls to Achilles with as much challenge in his voice as he can muster, edging his way closer to the river.

Zagreus looks at him in shock, and Patroclus says quickly and quietly, “This is your chance. He’s coming for me. When he’s far enough away from the gate, run and don’t look back. I think he’ll let you go this one time.”

“Will you be—”

“I’m dead, Zagreus. Now go.”

Achilles does turn his attention to Zagreus briefly, and Patroclus quickly scoops up the river and swallows as much as he can. It is cold, almost numbing as it goes down his throat. How quickly does it work? Which memories went first? Will he even know? It doesn’t matter.

As he reaches his hands back into the river, he can hear the thundering of Achilles’ feet. He lifts his head just in time to see Zagreus bolting into the arena. Before he can fully swallow his second mouthful, Achilles tackles him.

[twosnails4eva]

ramble in tags

[thisbluespirit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sapphire and Steel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Silver (S&S) Additional Tags: Reminiscing, Post-War, Sad and Happy, Mission Fic, Yuletide Treat Summary:

Time was winning; Silver had to do something, but what exactly? How to stop it?

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Hey, could you share the article about choose love and I'd also love to hear what points stood out to you in relation to what you were talking about?

I was thinking of this article (although there are shorter discussions of the issue).

Choose Love was set up with a lot of celebrity support in 2015 in response to the refugee crisis in Europe, initially Calais was a huge focus. Choose Love doesn't do anything itself at either the fundraising end or the distribution end - it operates under 'Prism' the gift fund'' to collect money and gives that money to partner organisations. And the decision to operate in that way shapes everything it does

In 2021, Choose Love announced that it would no longer fund any of its partners in Calais. The long article makes very clear that this was because the choice to use Prism gave a lever for the government to put pressure them around the sort of support being given in Calais. Choose Love withdrew funds because some of the organisations were giving out 'safety at sea' leaflets - which provided basic safety for people who were trying to cross the channel. Because these partner organisations were giving out life-saving information they lost £1 million pounds. Choose Love had built its own brand on the idea of helping refugees in Calais - and then made it clear how conditional that love was.

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Before I get any angry anons who think this is all about 1D - all the big organisations (including Oxfam and the Red Cross) do terrible things exactly like this (and worse). An organisation that has become big in this world - has to successfully navigate the way our society structures money and resources.

The problem is finding an alternative. Because it may seem obvious that the alternative is to find a small local organisation and give it money. However, while most organisations can distribute twice what they normally do - most organisations cannot scale up quickly to receive 10x or 100x what they would normally receive. Virality can do huge amounts of harm to small organisations. If you already have links to, or just know about somewhere, you're likely to know how to donate resources useful in a time of crisis. But if you don't, and you're suddenly paying attention at the same time everyone else, then the chances of you finding an organisation that hasn't already gone viral are incredibly slim. If you have no contacts or context the choices basically are funding a large organisation and knowing that you are supporting some terrible things, and funding a small organisation and knowing that there's a reasonable chance they may not be able to spend your money - and trying to figure out how to do so may disrupt the work they are doing.

Ultimately - I think it's worth pushing back on the idea that you can put your money in the slot and get the better world that you want. Providing money and resources can be really, really important, but no guarantee - and unless you're prepared to waste your money, your ability to do anything useful will be severely hampered

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[willowcrowned]

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

[omegaverse-anesthesiologist]

why is ao3 is blocked on the hospital wifi????

[telebeast]

unoriginal joke

[scribefindegil]

Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[monsieurenjlolras]

you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:

Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more

Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock

Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.

Have a little glass of wine

Take as long as you feel like for lunch

Deeply understand that work doesn't matter

Make sure your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️

[eruditetyro]

good morning let’s hear it for Mildly Cool Outside a round of applause for Mildly Cool Outside

[diamondnokouzai]

"the pvp on this site is brutal" "this website's hatemail game is insane" you guys werent here from 2013-2016. they shot you if you reblogged from someone who reblogged from someone who liked kill la kill.

in fact i disabled reblogs on this post on november 14 2024 because i FUCKING HATE DREAM DADDY and im sick of seeing it in tags in my notifs.