SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOYYY 🐎🦬

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Apollo

At first glance, it looks like an ordinary cabin, but when hit by sunlight it looks as if it's made of solid gold, and gleams so much that it is difficult to look at.

You sit on Tumblr for reads

You scurry to Tik Tok for entertainment

Yet you look past the genocide happening in Congo and Palestine

Or maybe you don’t? If you have a basic touch of morality, please share this post and mind others of the horrors happening in Congo and Palestine!!

Rape has been used as a weapon of war in the Democratic Republic of Congo for over 20 years. Many of you on this app are of/over that age, and ask yourself: How many times have you heard of or spoken up about this? If you genuinely had no idea of this, please listen. Children are missing from schools, 1000+ women are being raped every single day. This statistic is from 2011, so it’s devastating to assume the number has risen. Victims are as young as six—survivors ranging from fucking TODDLERS to GRANDMOTHERS!! Some get pregnant and some don’t survive at all. Armed groups are doing this to break communities and silence women! Even when they do survive, they’re left with no justice, no hospitality.

THAT PHONE IN YOUR HAND COMPLETED PRODUCTION THANKS TO THE HARMFUL CONDITIONS THEY HAVE BEEN FORCED INTO. Women of the DRC mine the minerals used in many electronically factors in your very privileged life. From ear pieces to electrical cars!

They reached the final stage of famine a long time ago. As of recently, Palestine has marked this milestone. Everyday children are famished to the point of death, families are EAGER for bread and water. Let me remind you, they are not starving—these people are BEING starved. Yes, Trump recently sent food drones, but do not be fooled. Just weeks ago, this man burned enough food to completely CURE the hunger there. The amount he sent over there is equivalent to throwing a jacket at someone and telling them to climb Mt. Everest. And listen to this, Israel is using this to their advantage. Israelite soldiers lure Palestinian citizens in—put them in single lines—baiting them at Humanitarian Aid centers, then gun them down. The men, the women, the children. NO ONE IS SAFE THERE. These things are sick. Look how barbaric people get over LAND—RELIGION.

The babies, elderly, sick, disabled, are all suffering horridly. They’re people too. Babies are meant to be fat with tons of rolls on their necks. But when videos of INFANTS pop up on my feed, the skin on their stomachs are as sunken as the skin on their faces. There is no medicine nor treatment available to those who need it. Conditions are only worsening under the collapsed roofs of war. LITERALLY.

This barely even scratches the surface of the violence in Congo and Palestine. Granted, it matters. Every little act matters. Interact with the videos of the desperate citizens because it matters. Donate what little you can to posted fundraisers because it matters. Stuff empty water bottles with food/supplies and chuck it into the ocean. That shit matters. It will reach them.

Congo and Palestine are hungry, scared. You sharing and interacting with this post matters. World leaders are turning cheek to this, so the rest is up to us. Silence isn’t neutral, it makes you an enemy.

Genocide sounds like silence.

If it makes you feel alive,

then it’s worth every broken piece.

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The days following the betrayal had been hard for her.

She seemed to be stuck in limbo, she was like a ghost- a husk of herself floating through the day, not knowing where to go or what to feel.

Camp without Luke didn’t seem right, life without Luke didn’t feel right.

The girl sat at the dining pavilion alone, fiddling with the hem of one of his old crewnecks as she averted her gaze from her fellow campers. They eyed her with an expression of wariness, and while it hurt, she didn’t blame them.

The whispers were what cut deep.

I’m not surprised he ran off his Kronos! He always seemed off to me… I’m surprised she didn’t run off without him!

She had been living in her head the past few days to ignore the whispers, thinking of better times to distract from the hurt.

Despite everything, (Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to think ill of Luke, unlike her fellow campers.

They didn’t know him like her.

And maybe there was a nostalgic haze clouding her vision, but maybe it was just love.

Percabeth wallpaper

Percy & Annabeth - Percy Jackson & the Olympians [tv show]

Artist: @/alexdrawl on IG

i know i posted these already in my last art dump, but these felt too matchy not to post together separately

'so... you're cabin 7?' yes, sir, cabin 7

my ver. 🗣️

Why is it just a collective fandom thing that we all draw Leo Valdez in a shirt and suspenders? It’s not like Nico’s aviator jacket- like it only mentions him wearing that outfit once, and it mentions more times about his army jacket and how that’s his favourite outfit because pockets so what’s with the suspenders? Why have we all just decided that that’s his thing? Even in fanarts where everyone else is in their chb t-shirts, Leo’s always wearing a white shirt with suspenders. It has become synonymous with his character at this point, and it’s almost hard to recognise him in fanarts where he’s not wearing them. Why is nobody talking about this???? Am I going crazy?? SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE SUSPENDERS, GUYS????

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ 18+

the rain patters against the glass of the windows. pouring, falling in plethoras. despite the coldness of the autumn weather outside, it’s awfully warm inside the cabin, presumably because you had started a fire to warm you up once you had arrived back. it crackles gently in the background, a soothing noise.

your blouse lays scattered over the wooden floor, followed closely by the remainders of both your clothes and your boyfriend’s, leaving each slick body against the other molded perfectly into one.

alongside the soft sound of crackling fire, your light moans reverberate through the cabin from wall to wall. your hips mouth in a rhythmic pattern, arching into percy’s cock to further accommodate it to slide into your velvety walls. though it aches from the relentlessness of the movements.

you dig your nails into the skin of his back, leaving marks for remembrance tomorrow. his head tucks into your neck, lips tracing over prior marks from earlier, raven hair tickling the skin of your jaw.

you bite your lip to hopefully stifle the absentminded giggles this elicits. though this doesn’t successfully help entirely.

your voice falls in a murmur/pant, “perce…”

in response you earn an open mouthed kiss behind your ear. a shiver runs through your spine at this.

lazily, you tangle your hands through his hair— soft over your fingers, most likely smelling like salt water. you let your head fall back onto the pillow, easily giving him more room to move along the hollow of your throat as each kiss deepens.

his name falls again from your lips without notice, arching your back only slightly off the bed to fit him farther inside of you, you crave the pain by now. with this, you additionally tug his pretty hair.

and you’re happy to find that as soon as you do this, his pace quickens, thrusting swifter inside and outside of you, you happily pull him closer down to you, his bare chest falling against yours.

the rain continuously falls from the fluffy clouds above, tapping the cabin windows still after hours. and you forget all of that as you’re in such a position as this, mind too fuzzy to process a coherent thought.

and even so as percy places feather-like kisses, now, to your bare skin, reducing you to a schoolgirl like nature. though as always when he is near.

Camp Half-Blood. Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2005).

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