#Hello there! Have a starter :)

[decolonize-the-everything]

Artists creating specifically to sell and trading off (some of) their own style to do it, activists begging for attention and shares and media coverage because they aren't being paid enough attention, UNWRA desperate for donations, the percentage of people who don't mask in 2024 compared to deaths and disabilities, ppl who need to be convinced to vote with principles that save lives and that genocide is unacceptable, how a living wage or UBI is believed to be "unrealistic" despite the trillions in shareholder investment accounts.

....I'm starting to think Mainstream People™ fucking suck, ngl. In fact, dare I say that Mainstream People are the biggest obstacle to progress now.

Malcolm X said it was the white liberal as did a lot of other revolutionaries and thinkers.

I, however, think anyone who can hold their own comfort over someone else's suffering is the problem.

Why are the rest of us constantly begging and shouting and changing ourselves and our bodies in an effort to make them care about us? To make them see us? To give us rights? To bless us with the support needed to make a living?

Same shit, different generations. And idk about y'all, but I would love to be the last generations who ever had to hate themselves to survive.

[moeblob]

I forgot how to draw her so practice doodlin' for Camilla.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Head in hands. 'I Spy' with Pulp is such a banger for Zor. It's giving me the urge to finally think about designing them (+ redesigning a couple others..). There's something so good abt some of the lyrics like: "you see I spy for a living // and i specialise in revenge // on taking the things that i know will cause you pain". Like....likee.............

Theres earlier parts that also make my brain tick: "it may look like to the untrained eye // im sitting on my arse all day // I'm biding my time until i take you all on // my lords and ladies, i will not fail // i will prevail, cause i spy"

PLUS the name. That did not help the situation. Alas Different Class by Pulp 🤝 IEYTD Characters. Similar can be said about the Chicago soundtrack but thats a. Whole other ramble

[prosebushpatch]

So I decided to restart my animal crossing new leaf for the 3ds file completely but I didn't know that Tom Nook would OFFER TO BUY the entire town and let you carry over the money to the new town and it's hysterical because the mayor basically peaces out, cashes in on 30 million bells, changes entire identity, and accidentally becomes the mayor in a new town. There's a fanfic there but I'm too lazy to write it.

[shcymitch]

Ever become so obsessed with an object that it consumes you? Now I am not talking the whole ‘I’m In Love With My Car’ sorta feeling. But the kind that gives you pure and utter happiness when you see it or hold it? I have been feeling that since I bought my new handbag, I found it at a thrift store but my god... This thing has changed my life, can hold anything from makeup to Rome’s nappies and I am in love. Not me already breaking my new years resolution of not spending my money un-wisely though... Anyone else already broken a new years resolution yet? I can’t be the only one. | @hfrpstarters​

[woodblxssomcrowned]

@lordsecondsenju

"Hello? Ojisan? Are you home?" No answer. She stood idle in the entryway for a bit, waiting, before finally shifting her feet out of her sandals, and stepping into the house. Her uncle's home wasn't more than a stone's throw from the one that the hokage and his family lived in at the heart of the Senju compound. It was smaller, though. Hardly built to accommodate a family. Instead it housed only Tobirama, and a wast and every growing collection of knowledge that must have been organized somehow, surely. But as Kaname walked carefully through it, whatever system he had in place was beyond her understanding. She nonetheless curiously eyed scrolls and books as she passed them on her way deeper into the house, temptation to study them further making the young woman's fingers itch, listening for any response.

"Ojisan? It's Kaname!" She called again, fingers playing with the braided cord around the two scrolls in her hand; the reason she was there. Disappointments and ever so slight annoyance furrowed her brow. Maybe he really wasn't home after all?

[enderali]

WHO: Anyone! WHERE: The snack table at the Liddell Hippodrome WHEN: Before things go Absolutely Wild

It wasn't that a masquerade party was really that much more dangerous than any other formal event--from a security perspective, people's hands were more telling than their faces--but considering everything else that was going on, Ender didn't like being surrounded by so much anonymity. And even though Hector could have had a bit of privacy, too, the Prime Minister had refused to wear a mask. So now everyone knew who he was without having to reveal their own faces, and Ender didn't like that at all.

Ender wasn't wearing a mask, either, which meant anyone familiar with Hector's public appearances could have recognized him, but in a plain dark suit at least he wasn’t dressed like a cop. He hoped that would help him figure out what was going on. All of today’s complications—the protest, every fiasco at the racetrack—seemed like more than just coincidence…and yet, his team hadn’t been able to draw any conclusions. So, after leaving Hector in the care of a few trusted officers, Ender had decided to take a short break from his post. If he had any luck, he’d find some clues about what was happening—and at the very least, he wouldn’t be starving anymore.

The buffet table was filled with hors d’oeuvres and desserts of every kind, and as he chose a selection, Ender turned to the person behind him. “It’s crazy out there, isn’t it?” Every time the music stopped or conversation lulled, the protestors’ muffled chanting would fill the silence. “Did you have a hard time getting inside?”

[sunless-not-sinless]

one thing i love about tumblr is the queue. i have it so five reblogs a day will go up cone rain or shine.

but the queue has a max size of 1_000, so that could mean 200 days between me seeing a post and reblogging it. 200 days. even at ~30 days ive forgotten most of the posts and theyre fresh to me when i see them on my dash.

200 days. thats a pretty long time.

posts ive made have been dead for months and then suddenly someones queue came around and theres a new spark

whenever i see current political posts i fast reblog and queue. sure pretty much no one sees my posts but i see them! i get to be reminded of important events the collective consciousness stops talking about them!

if im ever too ill for screens my blog remains the same.

its my memories that i chose to share with my future self. its something there even when im not. its a reminder its nothing its jokes its memes

yknow what? its comforting

[xlliot-walkxr]

( adam dimarco  +  twenty eight  +  he/they  )  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet ELLIOT WALKER ,  the child of DEMETER .  they have been living in long island for six years and are currently wilderness survival instructor. when someone describes them, they are often described as DUTIFUL and INTOLERANT. zeus believes they are responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing ?

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬—.҉

Sunset rays filtering through greenhouse panes, tight hugs, orange wine on a summer's day, honeyed features with a tender tongue, warm fingers tracing your spine, scribbled notes on Herodotus, fresh baked pastries, teeth chewing against your cheek, corduroy jackets with patchwork hems, hints of fig and fresh cut grass, Taurian delights and cheeky grins, grudges held like seasons last, chaste lips holding back just enough.

𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬—.҉

Agrokenisis: Elliot has found that his ties to wood and the control or growth of roots far stronger than that of his siblings' talents with fruit and flowering plants.

Green Speak: The ability to communicate with plant life and vegetation,

Toxikinesis: Limited but potent manipulation over plant based poisons, spores, or fungus. Bluntly, Elliot finds fungus disgusting but necessary, he chooses to focus on more botany-based poisons over spores any day.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬—҉

full  name  :    Elliot  Walker nicknames  :  L, Eli, Walker (to those he spars/trains with) birthday  : April  29  zodiac  sign  :  Taurus age  :  28 sexual  orientation  :  Bisexual romantic  orientation  :  Demiromantic relationship  status  : Single parentage  :  Demeter position  : Wilderness Survival Instruction

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭—҉ 

Given to him after protecting a sacred grove from peril, Elliot’s mother gifted him a golden harpe. Formed from one of the cypress trees he protected, his mother's gift demonstrates what grit and devotion can produce. The handle is knotted like cypress roots that grow into a golden hilt before sliding into this sharp blade, that when in the light, shimmers like grain caught in the wind..

𝐁𝐢𝐨—҉

PAST

  The love that produced you was arduous and stubborn, like a sprout through substrate it took desire to grow. Those signatures that birthed you were revealed as you grew and blossomed; that by the time you were a child you were a cut above those your age. The ichor that laid dormant within your blood was like sap hiding beneath bark that by your teenage years others couldn’t help but see you as prickly. Stern not guarded, focused but open to distraction—the exterior you put up only hid the sticky, sweet truth beneath it all. You bore kindness for all things that live and breath within nature, a tenderness that warranted work to ever taste it. Again the themes of your parent’s love, the strife and joy they nurtured, showed up within you like ringlets of a tree. From the mightiest of oaks to the sturdiest of a cypress, one can not hide what it took to make them. Neither did Elliot. Only years of work, of acceptance and mistakes would lead him to answers. That particular age, eighteen, was the start of new seasons for Elliot. 

CAMP

   It would take time for Elliot to find permanency; to place down roots. The soil that birthed him instilled obstinacy whilst the stars above dictated his bullheadedness. Life among mortals those years felt polarizing. Nothing more than normalcy, the young demigod craved it, and did anything he could to stay attached to it. However the news of his patronage, his powers, the monsters that came after him began chipping away at the half-blood. It took little over three and a half years later for the son of Demeter to accept his life at camp, an additional more for him to truly make his name and prove his claim, countless months of training, to several days cursing his fates, to a couple of those nights basking in his titleship. Being a son of Demeter, a child of the seasons, meant something truly. To be her’s, to be bud among the vast meadows of Demeter’s creations and delights, meant that there was purpose to be lived. That was all he needed to believe in for him to rise to whatever glory was waiting for Elliot.   

   UNIVERSITY

   Elliot’s time being on the road and escaping from monsters; along with the gifts his mother gave him only lent to his skills being sought out after University. Becoming an instructor wasn’t exactly on his mind, yet he wasn’t always sold on them becoming nothing but warriors. The son of Demeter’s hopes was to teach that there is honor in survival and that not everything can be solved with a blade. Accomplished fighters as the man was, his skills have always shown themselves when in the wild. Connected to the earth, to be able to hide in the thickest of green, his classes on survival have proven valuable to a few demigods that have been graced with quests.

  NOW

 Seasons have changed and cycled many times over the years, however nothing recently has reminded Elliot more of his place within the world. Half-blood, demigod, a pawn among an impending war. Since the proclamation of the bolt being stolen, there has been an unsettling sickness that has churned in him. Afraid of what this could mean along with so many forbidden children and a lulling peace these years, the now pliable and softened son of Demeter finds himself pruning his edges for the future. Nature and its laws, the forces of his mother’s domain, seem to ready themselves within him; hardening for what’s to come next.

[normaltothemax]

@nomatterthecost liked this for a starter

“Kate—Kate.” A relieved sigh and a smile once he had her attention. “Hi. Hey, Katie-Kate. Take it easy, alright? It’s okay, you’re okay.” Reassuring himself just as much as he was her. It’d been a close call, but she was safe, now. She was patched up. More importantly, she was awake. “Don’t try to sit up, just yet. Do you know where you are?”

[flwrcrownd]

Permanent starter call 🌸🌸🌸

[shchvnts]

starter call! it'd be something short and sweet!

[ofdraiocht]

i need to figure out where to start hereeee

[townofcadence]

Starter for @ama-tcra-su!

Hm. Where next?

The detective had asked for a few days on their last excursion, and he was more than happy to oblige. They needed time to go through all the information they had anyways, and to wait for new leads. This artifact Opal had requested his help with was turning out to be...trickier, than he hoped.

Still, at least he didn't have to worry much about anything. She'd financed the trip through her boss, setting him up as some kind of 'consultant'. Home was literally a hop, skip, and a jump away too, should he need to return for anything. His bag had most of his supplies, but there were a few things he could see himself going back for, should he need to, and as long as he was near a ley-line, he could easily find his way back and forth.

For now, he focused on the task at hand; he needed to check out at least a few places to at least narrow things down (and not put the detective in such needless danger again). Rural Japan was a bit harder to navigate since they didn't accommodate as much for English-speaking visitors on the signage, but he had maps and translators saved on his phone so he wouldn't need the internet to find them, and plenty of battery. It would be serviceable until he saw the detective next.

The next place he wanted to check was near the mountains-- it was a small spring near the base. It'd be a long walk though, without any roads for vehicles. He didn't mind, though the isolation of being so far from quick transport did leave him on edge, given last time. But still, he went.

The spring itself was beautiful, as was the town built around it. There was an unsettling feeling in the air the closer he got to the base of the mountain and the source of the waters themself, but there was nothing truly malignant about the place, either. As far as his senses seemed able to pick up, it was a tranquil place, but one laced in power. A held breath-- that was the best way to describe it.

Still, no sign of that special amulet artifact thing. He wasn't surprised; given the impulsive decision to venture here, if it had been a success he would've been floored. His luck just didn't work that way.

But at least he'd get to enjoy one thing from the trip. It was the perfect place for a break, before the long trek back to heavier civilization. It was serene, and there was a sweet scent in the air. The running water too, was a comforting sound, in a place that was-- kind of overwhelmingly not like home.

He found a space in the grass, and took out a water bottle from his bag. The sun was warm and the breeze was soft. He allowed himself a soft hum as he soaked it in. He'd head out in a few, then check another place. But just for a moment, it was nice to breathe and-- be a person, almost.

[rpvlix]

Perhaps it's a noise that wakes the occupant of this house, or maybe just the feeling that something isn't right. Or could it be the breeze blowing in from the open window − odd, wasn't that closed before they went to bed?

Not much light shines through the thick darkness; there's no moon tonight, and dense enough cloud cover that it wouldn't make much difference anyway. And yet, something glimmers.

In the corner of the room, a pair of flashes. Eyes.

Something is watching. Something inhuman.

[solacanis]

"This summer heat is HORRENDOUS! I don't want to be doing paperwork. I need a break from everything!"