The Anatomy Of A Hurricane

JUSTICE FOR CASEY GOODSON

On December 4th, 2020, Casey Christian Goodson Jr. (23 years old) was shot three times in the back and murdered by a Sheriff’s Deputy as he was entering his home in Columbus, Ohio. Goodson’s family stated that he was returning home from a dentist appointment, holding a Subway sandwich, his face mask, and his keys, when he was shot.

Two days later, the Columbus Police Department made a statement alleging that James Meade, the deputy responsible for Goodson’s death, saw a man believed to be Goodson with a gun while driving. Meade then approached Goodson after he exited his car and walked home, where he was shot.

Hours after the shooting, the US Marshal for the Southern District of Ohio, Peter Tobin, confirmed that Goodson was not the fugitive they were searching for. However, Tobin also added that he believed that the shooting was justified, claiming that Goodson was shot after he refused to drop his “weapon.”

Yet another Black man murdered by the police.

DEMAND JUSTICE.

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If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”

Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.  

“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”

The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.

He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.

From top to bottom: 

Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke €(herring with potatoes and cottage cheese). Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.

Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.

Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.

The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.

Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).

Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).

Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).

Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).

Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.

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There’s a tree on the west side of the island, settled into a little copse where it can catch the last rays of sunlight as they settle over the ocean.

It’s Percy’s favourite place on the island. It’s in pretty tough competition with his yaya’s restaurant and the spring above the church and Icarus jump point where he got his first kiss from Annabeth. But this tree is pretty special because it’s where he spent many evenings of his adolescence laying with his girlfriend in stolen hours as they made out or did homework together or dreamed out loud about their futures together away from their imposing families. During that first summer, much to Grover’s chagrin, Percy had taken a penknife to the trunk of that tree and carved his and Annabeth’s initials there.

Five years later, he is happy to see the letters are still there.

“It’s not like they would go anywhere,” Annabeth argues, ever logical.

Percy shoves her. “Shut up, smart ass.”

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Do a percabeth someone great au but blease make it happy in the end I am so fragile

ask and ye shall receive xx happy ending still to be written

Their story begins at the end, and their end began like this:

 “I got the job.”

 The words were somewhat garbled and blurted out with her head in her hands and there was a pause long enough that Annabeth had to peek through her fingers. Percy blinked back at her, mouth open and fork full of pasta forgotten mid-air. He set it down and his face broke into a massive grin and in retrospect, maybe she should have paid more mind to the beat in between. He reached out and took her hands and leaned over their table and kissed her on the lips and he looked happy for her when he said:

 “Congratulations, gorgeous. I’m so proud of you.”

 Their end began when they clinked their wine glasses and held hands on the walk back to their apartment and chose not to ask the question. The end began when she noticed the tension in his brow and chose not to let it bother her on a day when she’d received exciting news. Their end began when he listened to her talk and chose not to pay mind to the places on this earth that she would go that were too far for him to follow. Their end began when they stoked the flames that would set them ablaze and called it hearth.

 Later, he’d push her up against their front door and press his chest to hers and cling on to her a little bit tighter than he normally would and she’ll pretend not to feel it. Her lips will hold his more desperately and the impressions of her nails will last on the skin of his back a little longer and she’ll cover up the purple bruises on her neck and he’ll pretend not to see it. And then, when she curls up into his side and rests her head on his chest, when the rhythm of his heart beats under her palm, when the end seems inevitable, they’ll look the other way.

 Cowards, the both of them.

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Ask and you shall receive. The dom!Annabeth we’ve all been waiting for.

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

CHAPTER FIVE OF WHAT IF IS OUT!

 and it’s a happy one this time!

More than 1/8th of the White Mountain Apache Tribe has tested positive for Covid-19.

They have been hit EXTREMELY hard and I have seen no posts going around talking about it. It is one of the hardest hit places in ARIZONA, a state that already has horribly high case numbers.

They have a Covid relief gofundme. Please donate if you can and spread this if you can't.

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