Learning To Love Your(ethnic)self

vegans who refuse to even eat backyard eggs….why

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remembering how reyna was shocked at the amount of pain she felt when she was giving nico her strength for a brief moment because it was even greater than the pain she felt from her entire legion fighting against polybotes and drained her even more than sustaining scipio across the atlantic. he’s just 14. he should be graduating middle school/starting highschool, not keeping the pain and anguish of more than a legion of romans in battle inside of him AND having misery herself say he’s perfect.

rick what the fuck.

good essays i’ve read this year

“the siren song” by nina maclaughlin

“out there: on not finishing” by devin kelly

“illuminating kirinyaga: meaing and knowing in mount kenya’s forests” by tristan mcconnell

“on the igbo art of storytelling” by ikechukwu ogbu

“poetry fills tehran streets as iranians adapt nowruz rituals to corona restrictions” by alex shams

“writing emails to my late father” by krista stevens

“panic is worse than pain: how fiction failed me after trauma” by jenn ashworth

Merry Christmas.

This is part of the @damijonsecretsanta for @wisdom-walks-alone 

I hope you like it.

Robin  War is one of my fav comic cuz of the Court of Owls, Grayson and the batbros and i got too close to it😩

Some scenes/fights may not be in the comics, I just wanna ba-dazzle it to make it look badass! hope y'all enjoy!❤️❤️❤️

some things i’ve been looking at online recently

how to be critical of the things you love

does your daughter know it’s okay to be angry?

tell the people you love that you love them

what football will look like in the future

laura palmer graduates by amy woolard

the raincoat by ada limón

on the violent language of the refugee crisis by christina sharpe

the yellow wallpaper by charlotte perkins gilman

an impromptu therapy session with jenny slate

gathered by plants: some decolonial love letters

wanna put my tender heart in a blender

small kindnesses by danusha laméris

i’m on my death bed so i’m coming clean by mj pack

we lived happily during the war by ilya kaminsky

Power

Jason always avoided power, he became centurion because the old one finished his time in the legion and proposed Jason for the job, he became praetor because he slayed Krios, he never felt comfortable, he was relieved when Frank took his place.

The old praetors, the ones who raised him, teached him about the old roman leaders, the sons and daughters of Jupiter, all of them falling for ambition, cursing the lives of all the people around they.

Having the title of Pontifex maximus, was terrifying, he had more power than the praetors, he could act like a dictator, or he could fail, incapable of honoring all the gods.

Standing in front of a mirror, in the house the senate gave him, he hold the robes, remembering all the meetings, the first ones, when old legionaries kept an eye on him, bored, watching the grown-ups talk, later, sitting in the back with Reyna, explaining to the young girl the work of all the people, pointing at the important ones, when he was a centurion, the youngest in more than a century, the six months he was a praetor, talking about the reconstruction of New Rome, hopping a long time with peace, now, with a new title, he was going to talk in the senate again.

“Why romans are so stuck-up?” asked Leo, while he entered the room “That's why I love greeks, just sitting in a ping pong table, drinking soda, threatening other people with knives, that's a war council, not this”

“We are not in a war council, if that's the case, I would be wearing an armor and all of my medals”

They heard Piper calling them from the door, something about Reyna waiting for them.

“You should stop worrying, we aren’t letting you get air-headed, we all are with you, to honor the minor gods, and, if your ambition gets too dangerous, I’m sure that Reyna will ground you, La Reina de Roma won’t let you destroy her kingdom”

What so many of you guys fail to realize is that nothing within canon ever states that Sadie is milky pale or blonde, Sadie is explicitly described as having light brown hair.

She is lighter than Carter and Julius to the point where people are visibly surprised to find out that they are related; but she is also known as “the mixed race girl” in school and that is something that makes her stand out. This could obviously be something that she told her classmates, and I think that she did, but it’s highly unlikely that she would be racialized if she didn’t look vaguely like she could be part black.

She can be light enough that people can assume her to be white and still be perceived as a poc by some. Colouring is incredibly persuasive and the combo of light hair and eyes undoubtedly contributes people making baseless assumptions about her heritage.