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THESE MUFFINS TASTE EXACTLY LIKE DOUGHNUTS.

1.75 cups all-purpose flour

1.5 teaspoons baking powder

0.5 teaspoons salt

0.5 teaspoons nutmeg

0.25 teaspoons cinnamon

0.33 cups vegetable or canola oil

0.75 cups white granulated sugar

1 egg

0.75 cups milk

Another is that as medical staff you’re given the gift of healing those who have the capacity for being healed.

And the boundary of that capacity has widened considerably, given the medical technology advances that these remarkable professionals have been able to achieve.

But there comes a point where the ultimate decision is out of your hands.

The patient may be too badly injured, too sick, and it’s time to leave this physical body behind.

Grim Reaper Part 2

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"Think of the children" is what's called a Thought Terminating Cliche. The minute the vulnerability of children is mentioned, it becomes socially dangerous to object to whatever is being proposed. That's the whole point.

It's also why the only counter-arguments that are acceptable are ones that point out the thing being argued for actually hurts children more. Hurting literally anybody else is more acceptable than hurting children, in theory. In practice, that's blatantly untrue, and we all know it. But saying so is very, very risky. (And thus left to satirists and other comedians whose job is to say risky things in the designated context.)

This shit is why there's such a mantra of "Question Everything" in activist and philosophy circles, no matter how irritating that becomes when intellectually arrogant people start pushing their own allies about it.

With people going inactive and deactivating, a lot of classic tumblr posts and also missed gems get lost because those connections get broken. Even on my own blog I forget about posts I made until I see someone in my activity reblog one of them- which then inspires me to reblog it myself because it was a good post and I want my new followers to see

do not feel bad about diving through someone's blog and reblogging shit from years ago, it keeps dashboards alive

He helps with the Lightning Bolt quest, but sticks to the sidelines, letting his questmates talk to the gods. That trend follows throughout the war, and the Gods are content with ignoring the green-eyed demigod, as is with all others. They do not pay attention to the half blood who takes on the role of Camps General, who leads attacks on Krokos as they are busy with Okeanos/Typhon.

They offer him a half-assed reward, let him have immortality and some small spot to guard like Heracles. He declines, and even better, they won't have to look at this minor gods kid. They swear to claim their kids and they promptly forget about the now-adopted son of Hestia.

They assume the Big Three prophecy will come into play during the Giant War.

Hera brings him to Camp Jupiter, announcing him as a legacy of some nymph who agreed to help her. Camp Jupiter meets this minor legacy who fights like the devil, feral like a wolf. They fear him and respect him equal parts.

Then the Gigantomachy happens and everything is going well until someone wrestles the sea from Poseidon, using it as their weapon. When he looks closer he can recognize Sally Jackson is the boy easily. Except he does not fight as of the sea, because Percy Jackson went through Tartarus as an irrelevant demigod and came back with blood and poison as his domain.

Percy Jackson isn't really his son, not anymore, not in the way it matters.

He uses the water but it's stranger, a last resort, unfamiliar in his grip.

His Siren Song is stronger than the most basic water manipulation, something that should be his default. The ground shakes beneath their feet and it's not only Gaea who causes it. Percy has his eyes glow like the elder gods, like Nyx and Okeanos, he bares his teeth like Lupa or Zagreus, he threatens with his Scythe like Thanatos.

And Percy is angry. Angry, because he's just a kid and yet the gods were willing to murder him. Angry, because the Olympians are no parents. Angry, because everyone is choosing between evil and worse, between the Gods and Kronos.

He stays at Camp, he teaches them to fight, he teaches them to hide, to trick monsters, to manipulate and stall for time. He knows about the Labirynth, knows that Clarisse will refuse to go, knows that once they find the entrance that likely hides in Camp it will be him who goes in. The Gods want him dead, by sending him on a quest, the blood technically isn't on their hands, and like hell will he let anyone else die.

He stops giving offerings to the gods at dinner, and when Chiron tries toasting he gets interupted by a righteous young boy.

"To Camp Halfblood. To us demigods. To Mr D for healing Chris Rodriguez. If the others want honour, they need to help us prepare for war first."

He does go into the Labirynth, and when he meets Ethan Nakamura, he keeps his head up high.

"I do not fight for any God who uses us cannon fodder. I fight for demigods who deserve better."

So many more demigods of Kronos deflect back, because Percy Jackson is who they want as their patron. Someone who genuinely cares, who will change things, they all chose the Titan because there were no alternatives before.

In Manhattan, as soon as Luke Castellan dies, killing his parasite, the armies don't go back to rest. They gather at Olympus and they do not wait for rewards. They demand what they want.

The ground trembles beneath Empire State. The Gods only have as much power as they are believed to have, and Camp Halfblood believes in Percy Jackson. They will not respect any God who does not give it back.

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: language, spoilers for Thunderbolts*

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'Someplace Quiet'

This piece was partly inspired by a scene from the Demon Slayer series where the protagonist (Tanjiro Kamado) find himself in a dream sequence wreathed in wisteria flowers as he wrestles his sanity and sense of self.

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