Okay Bernie Stans.

french recipes: if you’re not making this in paris then what’s the point. fuck you

italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house

i think its so funny that alumni from schools like harvard and columbia that were there during the protests in the 60s-80s are expressing support for students currently protesting against the genocide in palestine, and random zionists that were NOT at these protests in the 60s-80s have the never ending audacity to tell these alumni "well thats different, what you protested was good and what they're protesting is bad." as if protesters against the vietnam war and apartheid south africa were not also demonized, arrested, brutalized, and even killed for their activism. history only remembers them fondly after the damage has already been done.

riptide: chapter one 

Annabeth rolls her eyes, as per usual. “Here we go with the Mr. New York vibes. I get it, I’m from Virginia and don’t understand the city or whatever.”

“Get over yourself, Chase. All I’m saying is since that bank robbery last month, things have felt weird. Like something big is coming.”

“Could this big thing happen next Tuesday so I have more time to prepare for this job interview? Cause that would be great.”

“Oh, please! You’re gonna do so good in that interview they’re gonna beg you to start architecting on the spot. Trust me.”

“Can you even spell architecting?” Annabeth asks.

“Can you?”

“Fair enough.”

Tom Holland does Rihanna’s “Umbrella” on Lip Sync Battle

riptide chapter 9 

Katie sits between Grover and Percy on the couch while Annabeth stands at her mystery board, filling in some blanks.

“What do you mean you don’t know who you’re working for?” Annabeth asks, her brow furrowed. “How is that possible?”

Katie has her arms propped on her knees with her head in her hands. “I don’t know what to tell you. He’s very good about hiding his identity. All I know is he goes by Mercury and has super speed which is how he keeps tabs on all of us. It’s pretty hard to keep an eye out for someone you can’t see.”

Grover looks around the room like a prey animal who senses a predator. “Do you think he’s here right now?”

“No, he took Boar and Gemini on a mission to retrieve whatever it is he’s looking for. They’re not supposed to be back for a week or so. He just told me to keep you busy, and technically, I am doing exactly that.”

“You don’t even know who he’s the Champion of?” Percy asks.

Katie shakes her head as she leans back on the couch. “The only Houses I know of that could have super speed haven’t been active for at least three generations.”

“Well can you tell us more about Gemini?” Annabeth asks. “He’s the one in purple, right?”

“Yeah,” Katie confirms. “He’s kind of grumpy, to be honest. Not really a small talk guy.”

“What about his powers?” Percy asks.

“It’s kind of a mixed bag. Wild animals listen to him, and if he touches your forehead, he can make you lose it.”

“What do you mean lose it?”

“I mean the security guard at the first jewelry store we broke into spent a month in Bellevue before Mercury made him sneak in and return him to normal.”

“Jesus,” Percy says with disgust. “How the hell did that help anyone beat monsters however long ago?”

Katie shrugs. “My keeper said some powers have evolved over time, so that may not even be what that Champion started with. It can do different things to different people.”

“That’s so cool,” Grover says. “Bad but… pretty cool.”

continue on ao3

This... yes

if golf and football switched commentators 😂

planning their next move

mob au: the visit 

It’s a perfect Sunday morning by the pool, and Annabeth can’t help but be mesmerized by the shine of her engagement ring. It twinkles with a shade of blue she’s only seen before in Caribbean waters and she thinks the pool should be ashamed for even trying to keep up.

She sits at a table covered in a gorgeous breakfast spread with the local paper in hand as her fiancé swims his usual laps in the background, her ring distracting her from the article on changes to downtown parking meters.

Percy pops out of the pool, his trunks hanging low on his hips, as he begins to dry himself off with his favorite shark towel and Annabeth catches herself biting her bottom lip while watching him. Charles clears his throat as he holds up a cell phone and Annabeth shakes her head to clear it of her impure thoughts.

“It’s the warden,” Charles says, handing her the phone.

Her mood changes and her eyes narrow as she takes the phone and brings it up to her ear.

“Warden Kampe, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Percy pops a few blueberries in his mouth as he raises his eyebrows at Annabeth and mouths “you ok?” Annabeth forces a smile and winks at him, making him relax a bit as he takes a sip of orange juice and sits across from his love.

“I can be there in twenty minutes, warden.”

Annabeth stands, guilt washing over her face. “I’m sorry, baby, I have to-’”

“Work,” Percy finishes for her. “I have some photos to edit anyway.” He stands to meet her and wraps an arm around her waist, placing a playful kiss to her lips. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you’re done.”

Annabeth smiles against Percy’s mouth and kisses him back, her fingers curling into the hair at the back of his head. “I won’t be too long, I promise.”

She walks into the house and changes into her standard grey blouse and black pencil skirt, accompanied by her favorite pair of black heels. Gathering her curls up into a high ponytail, she watches as a couple of stray curls fall to frame her face. Lastly, she applies a dark shade of red lipstick, which her mother had always said was a woman’s greatest ally in their line of business. Lipstick sends a message, she had told Annabeth one night while braiding her hair. It draws men’s eyes and keeps them distracted, leaving you all the time in the world to do what needs to be done.  

As she steps outside with all of her armor on, she finds Charles waiting with the car door open, his face serious as if he’s anticipating some big show down. Annabeth pats him on the arm as she passes him.

“Don’t look so glum, Charles. This is gonna be fun.”

Charles shakes his head as he closes the door after her. “Poor son of a bitch,” he laughs to himself.

finish on ao3

I havent seen anyone talk about this yet so im making a post. 

So lets say you’re researching something for a paper (or just for fun) and the research paper you want to read is behind a paywall, or the site makes you create a account first, or makes you pay to download, or limits you to only 5 free articles, or otherwise makes it difficult for you to read what you want.

do not fear! copy the link to the article

go to sci-hub.se         (the url is always changing so its best to check out whereisscihub.now.sh to find what the current url is)

slap the article link in there

bam! free access!