So between the white woman who called the cops on a black family having a BBQ in a park, the white man threatening to call ICE in nyc on Latina women for speaking Spanish, and a white woman literally yelling for the cops while screaming “gun!” on a black man for making a u turn in their neighborhood should educate us all that white people are realizing that institutional racism is real but they are using it for their own white supremacist social benefit.
They are calling for the authorities knowing that the cops will take their side and will either arrest or murder people of color for simply being seen or heard.
hi i have an embarrassing confession..ive been following u for a long ass time and i have no idea who jason grace is but i thought You were jason grace for like months
I don’t think Jason ever lets it go. I don’t think he’s that petty I just never think he gets over it.
Percy went missing and a whole camp searched for him. His mother missed him. His girlfriend missed him. His family missed him. They looked everywhere for him. Annabeth had a whole camp up in arms looking for him, they had an oracle looking for him. Sally would have put up missing posters in a second, would have called in every favor she could have. Hell, if it had gone on much longer Annabeth would have forced open the door to Olympus. Not for a second was Percy really missing. Not for a second was he abandoned.
Jason disappeared and who went looking for him? Who took a flying chariot and scoured the countryside? A legion and nothing. Twelve years there and nothing. Gwen, Dakota, Hazel, Frank. A camp, a city full of people and not a single one of them went after him. And such a warm welcome when he comes home.
He was abandoned twice. Ripped from the people he cared about, tossed into an unsafe and dangerous situation. Left with wolves, left with monsters. Left alone.
Do you ever really process that? That because a goddess deemed you her instrument, her weapon, a trinket given to her in order to appease her, you have everything, everything, stripped from you. Two year old Jason crying, confused, alone in the ruins, fifteen year old Jason confused, alone, sent to do a goddess’ bidding. Sent to die if necessary.
I can’t help but think that Jason wonders how different things could have been, how wonderful it would be, if only to know that there was one person you remembered. One person you knew was yours. Or maybe, how he could have woken up alone and no one would ever have known what happened to him.
