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headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest

another underappreciated tumblr feature that you dont get on other sites is the queue. i love it when something i thought was funny six months ago and then forgot about a week later crawlts its way out of the processing vortex and i get to see it all over again.

mutuals will log in at 7:42 AM and immediately start reblogging the wettest, hardest, and horniest posts I’ve seen in my life

For every like Elon Musk gets a kick to the balls, for every reblog Trump gets fucking punched

My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.

Me, closing like 80+ Ao3 Tabs as fast as I can:

Adoption. 🙏

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

you'll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you're worried about "the proportions are off" "kind of out of character" "i'm not good at summaries" "didn't get as much detail as i wanted" "i made a mistake and here's how" and that's the self-conscious part of your brain telling you "it's bad and if you don't tell them you know it's bad then they'll think you're stupid" but you've got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it's good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life

Remus you lucky girl

Omgs, I love this.

god jason x semi-immortal leo

jason is a god who helps sort out affairs between gods. he also had an immortal lover, an immortal phoenix avian

one day, when sorting out issues, he pisses on the god of love. in retaliation, she curses jason’s lover. instead of killing him or taking his immortality, she makes him semi-immortal. what’s worse than the grief of losing your lover? having to experience that grief over and over again. leo will live out a full life before dying and then being reborn all over again, forgetting everything about his former life, including jason. jason has to deal with the grief of losing him all over again, but is never able to stop himself from falling in love all over again. every twenty years after leo passes, he can’t stop himself from returning to the mortal world and searching for the boy with the brilliant smile, beautiful laugh, and wings the color of fire. the only phoenix avian left is the reincarnation of his lover. little things change about leo each life, but those beautiful wings always stay the same, remaining just as beautiful and breathtaking as his lover

Heal my homies

reblog if you think aros and aces (or anyone on the aroace spectrum) are queer

trying to prove something to my mother ^^

nico and leo have severe eating issues in hoh and it is completely overlooked.

two lines i remember vividly-- jason sees nico eating a grape at breakfast and comments that it'll probably be all he'll eat that day. note-- not verbally, but it was a line written from jason's perspective. then, leo in ogygia is told by calypso that he hasn't eaten in two days.

both times this is treated like a joke. both of these characters are canonically underweight. leo's is probably a body type thing, since he's always been described as scrawny outside of these periods and only goes without eating becaude of hyperfixation on his work. but nico? i can't recall him being described as scrawny when he was happy and healthy with bianca. i can assume him being underweight can be attributed directly to his behaviour of not eating.

even if they arent or weren't underweight directly because of this behavior-- it's still NOT OKAY behaviour? and the books still treat it like a JOKE. im so upset i can't do this

Oh-Oh this is adorable 😭

Actually, addition to the “Jason spent a whole bunch of time drawing Leo as a grief coping mechanism”-post I made a while ago: after Leo revives Jason, they eventually visit New Rome together, and find out Jason had a foster family of sorts when he was little (since we do know New Rome has a foster system and there’s no way a three year old would’ve been left to his own devices). Jason doesn’t remember them that well so it’s kind of painful for everyone involved but they have happy stories to tell about tiny Jason and a whole bunch of embarrassing toddler pictures.

And Leo is joking like “haha at least you will never see my embarrassing baby pictures” (because they were all lost either in the fire or throughout the many foster homes he visited, at this point he doesn’t have a single picture of his mom and it’s killing him)

But Jason can tell it’s upsetting Leo severely so when they’re alone a while later he asks Leo to tell stories from when he was little, if he wants to. And he does. And he’s glad to be talking about his mom, to keep her memory alive in some way even if it’s not through pictures.

A few days later Jason gives him a picture frame. It’s a sketch of one of the stories Leo told Jason about—tiny Leo laughing with his mom, his hands covered in salsa. And it’s not quite the same, because obviously Jason doesn’t know exactly what Leo looked like when he was that small, but it’s the closest thing he’s had to a family photo in years (Jason did actually briefly meet Esperanza in the underworld, which is a different story, but her part of the sketch is a pretty good likeness for that reason).

Leo is all out of jokes. He just starts weeping on the spot.

drawing fanart and writing fanfics isn't enough I need valgrace to be canon and injected into my veins

Thinking so hard about Valgrace chat.

Jason being the one most clingy.

He's a big cuddle bug pretty much, always wrapping his arms around Leo or something.

Both are very much touch starved, but Jason actively seeks it out more and Leo doesn't know how to process it.

He'd be overworking in Bunker 9 and suddenly find himself on the couch in Jason's arms. He chooses not to complain fhdt

I WANTED TO BE HAPPY, THAT'S WHY I CAME ONTO TUMBLR AND YOU'RE THROWING THIS AT ME THINKING I WON'T CRY ABOUT IT?????

We do not talk about this passage enough. Because WHAT, Leo?

You nearly what trying to finish the Argo II?

:,(

USA people! Buy NOTHING Feb 28 2025. Not anything. 24 hours. No spending. Buy the day before or after but nothing. NOTHING. February 28 2025. Not gas. Not milk. Not something on a gaming app. Not a penny spent. (Only option in a crisis is local small mom and pop. Nothing. Else.) Promise me. Commit. 1 day. 1 day to scare the shit out of them that they don't get to follow the bullshit executive orders. They don't get to be cowards. If they do, it costs. It costs.

Then, if you can join me for Phase 2. March 7 2025 thtough March 14 2025? No Amazon. None. 1 week. No orders. Not a single item. Not one ebook. Nothing. 1 week. Just 1.

If you live outside the USA boycott US products on February 28 2025 and stand in solidarity with us and also join us for the week of no Amazon.

Are you with me?

Spread the word.

PLS, check them out. @ottpopfic is literally my saving grace (pun intended) because they're the BEST Valgrace writer I knowwwww

Leo Valdez has to be the hottest thing on legs

That's besides his body temperature, that doesn't count, because he's wearing eyeliner

Some underground alt rock band is in the local house show circuit that Nico likes, so because they are in town Leo and Jason got double-dated along. Jason finds he likes house shows more than some of the bigger venues he's been dragged to. People are wall to wall in a cleared-out living room, string lights and handmade tour posters along one wall and the band lighted by shadeless table lamps. Its loud, and stuffy, and the acoustics are shit, but it feels more intimate and communal then some of the larger shows.

Also Leo lets lose a little more in these settings, like the smaller more congested crowd allows him to feel less self chonchis about himself. And he's stunning tonight, his button-up without his usual undershirt and unbuttoned three lower than normal, loosely tucked into a pair of skin tight jeans that look like they have been painted on with these chunky combat boots that boosts him up an extra inch

And eyeliner, he's wearing eyeliner. It makes his eyes glow, makes his face magnetic. More than before, more than normal. Add the flush from dancing and the crowd and Jason is about a minute away from corraling him against a wall and eating him alive

It also has to be the way he's smiling as he dances, letting Will spin him for the fun of it. There is not much room to move up by the front where Nico is, but Will and Leo are farther in the back where the audience is less shoulder to shoulder. It gives them space to move, and Leo is always jaw-dropping when he's moving

Jason could take him right here, right now, on the floor in the crowd in front of everyone. He knows people are looking at his Leo, how could they not when he is like this. If it wasn't for the dark clusters of love bites proudly displayed by the long dip of his open shirt Jason is pretty sure he would be getting all jealous. Instead he feels this heady possessive pride in his Leo wash over him, fucking branded with Jason’s teeth marks showing off how taken he is

People can watch, Jason really doesn't care who sees as long as he can keep making it clear that Leo is his

Jason might need to reel it in, he's pretty sure he's starting to scare the nice lady at the merch table next to him. He's been told more than once he tends to scowl when he watches his Leo and wants him in his head. Big dudes against the wall glaring into the crowd do make people nervous, so he goes to do something about it

ABSHSHSBAAHAJSHHSH😭

Hc that Leo writes everything on his arm so he doesn’t forget stuff. Jason starts leaving comments underneath the reminders and then things spiral.

This skit came into my head:

Frank: I've heard a lot of rumours about how "Preator Zhang has a twink back at Camp Half-Blood" but I'd like to tell you that they're not true-

Frank: While Leo IS a twink, he is not MY twink.

Frank: He's Jason's

Jason: HEY! It's true though.

I have been in so many fandoms with some kind of dimension/time travel so I'm very used to the ‘otp 3some but two people are the same dude’ to tell you that that trope would not work with Valgrace. Because Jason Grace does not share, not even with himself. If you put two Jasons in a room with only one Leo they will fight and it will not be sexy fun

TWO LEOS ON THE OTHER HAND

Go read this everyone. I'm simply in LOVE

Relationship: Jason Grace/Leo Valdez

Characters: Leo Valdez, Jason Grace

Additional Tags:

Jason Grace was Raised by Wolves, post nut clarity, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, Biting, Manhandling, weird subspace, Possessive Behavior, Blow Jobs, Scents & Smells, Deep pressure, Service Top Jason Grace, Aftercare, Anal Sex, Hickeys, Safe Sane and Consensual, Safewords, Light Dom/sub, Light BDSM, Established Relationship, Subspace

“I need you to fuck me,” Leo says into those blue eyes, because the gloves are well and truly off “Like, really really fuck me”

“Right now?” Leo is enjoying how stunned and heart-eyed his man is, he can be so adorable

“In the next one to three business days preferably”

---

Leo and Jason talk about their needy bitey sex life

———

The thing is it's very good when Jason finally fucks into him. He knows Jason would be content to get his obsessions out however his brain pingpongs to what part of him it's trained on at the moment. The three months after Jason figured out where his prostate is, Leo doesn't think he stood straight once.

Currently, Jason has been enjoying trying to figure out how many hickies he can get on Leo’s soft inner thigh. He currently needs to sit a little man-splayed, but the burn of Jason's reminders is worth it

But sometimes, Leo just really wants him to fuck him. No gently fingerbanging him until he's crying, no blowing him until over-sensitivity rolls back from pain to pleasure, no grinding into each other like they're trying to fuse at the atomic level. He just needs him to tie him to the bed and turn off Leo's brain.

Leo thinks it is part of his own obsession, needing Jason’s attention like that. Before they both died a bunch Jason's eyes were never that canine sharp and laser-focused. It's intense, and Jason has never been this intense about anyone else, Leo loves it.

He wants every part of Jason now that he's his, all the buck wild fucked up parts of him. He wants it all directed at him and only him. Every strange compulsion, every fantasy and nightmare. They're all so fucked in the head after everything and it's fine , it's great , there fucked in the head together

That man drives him crazy okay, it's not a rational mindset

When it comes to Jason Leo finds it's best to be direct. Or at least as direct as he can be, Leo speaks wolf just about as well as Jason speaks Spanish, enough to understand most of what's being said but not confident enough to hold a conversation. And as much as Leo used to like to pretend he's a casanova, Jason has taken all of his street cred and eaten it

They are twenty-four and a disaster. Time to improvise

Jason has a nice little office at the Way Station. His desk is pushed against a large arched window that overlooks the Pan Am Tower. The way that the desk chair always positions Jason’s back to the door tells Leo just how comfortable he is living here with him, how safe he feels at the Way Station. It makes Leo feel a little gooey every time he walks in and sees the strong line of his man’s shoulders. Also because Jason has very nice shoulders that still have scratch marks visible creeping up under his collar but that's beside the point

Leo turns his man's chair around and climbs into his lap, knees on either side of his hips, pushing forward until the back of the plush leather chair bends backwards to meet the desk and Jason is at an acute angle. He slides both of his hands up Jason's neck until his thumbs are on his jaw and his fingers are in his soft blond hair at the nape of his neck. Jason barely has a second to gasp before Leo’s mouth is on him

“I need you to fuck me,” Leo says into those blue eyes, because the gloves are well and truly off “Like, really really fuck me”

“Right now?” Leo is enjoying how stunned and heart-eyed his man is, he can be so adorable

“In the next one to three business days preferably”

Jason gets in the game, grabbing Leo under the swell of his ass with both hands and planting his feet firmly on the floor so he can spin the chair back around. Leo finds himself with his lower back pressed hard into the wood

“I could fuck you for the next three business days, or did you have something else in mind?” and then Jason's mouth is on his shoulder and Leo's back is being pressed into important religious paperwork as he stands, holding Leo's hips in the air so his man can settle into the spread of his legs as he likes. Leo locks his ankles together over Jason’s hips and groans as teeth sink into the soft muscle above his collarbone

“I need you to fuck me” Leo finally gets out as Jason eases up with his mouth so he can work his hands under Leo’s shirt

“Have I not been fucking you?” Jason has wolf eyes suddenly, sharp and penetrating, displeased at the inkling that Leo isn't satisfied with him. He tweaks one of his nipples meanly, that intensity ramping up

“Harder” Leo gasps “More”

“Now, or when I fuck you?” Jason is pushing and pushing into his space, the papers under Leo crinkling. Jason now has one huge hand around Leo's ribs and pectoral pressing him down, pinning him like a bug to a board, the other in a bruising grip above his hip. When Leo tries to pull them closer with his legs Jason growls

“Fuck please” Leo’s hands are fisted in his man's shirt, pulling and pulling like they could get much closer “I just need you”

“Hm,” Jason studies his face for a second “I'm going to blow you, and after your going to tell me what exactly you need”

“Okay” Leo squeaks, Jesus fucking Christ this man

Jason oral-fixation Grace makes good as always, sitting back down in his desk chair and pulling Leo’s hips up to his face and putting his leg over his shoulder. Leo’s hands end up clutching the other edge of the desk behind his head, hanging on as his man makes quick work of him. He's pretty sure his desperate squirming has ripped several documents and knocked over multiple pens, he really doesn’t care

Jason pulls Leo back into his lap as he comes down from his high. Leo shoves his face into the crook of his man’s neck and tries to catch his breath, it's fucking insane what he does to him. Jason just butts his skull into Leo’s, sniffs his hair a little, and then rests his cheek on the top of his head, rubbing circles on Leo’s back with his thumb and waiting for him to reenter the atmosphere

“Fucking hell” Leo whines when he's a dude again and not a puddle of goo “You have no idea what you do to me”

Jason chuckles “I might have a little bit of an idea”

Leo grumbles and smacks his man on the back of the neck, not giving up the very choice spot as the one with his face in the neck. Jason laughs again and pulls Leo into a proper hug, big strong arms around his lower back squeezing him close, and Leo might melt just a little

“God it feels good when you do that,” Leo says into his man’s collar. He is not ready to have this conversation if he has to lock eyes with Jason’s intense stare, also the face in neck spot is highly coveted and sought after and it’s Leo’s turn right now

“The blow job or the squeezing?”

“Im talking about the squeezing but you do also give fantastic head, yes”

Jason lets out a pleased chuff, ever trying to be a good boy. He squeezes Leo again, harder this time with one arm inching up towards his shoulders for good measure. Leo groans in response, his hands fisting in the back of Jason's shirt

“Like that?”

“Uh-huh” he’s going to get floaty if the blond keeps up, fortunately Jason eases up a little so he can think

“Whats it feel like?”

“Solid. And deep. And safe ”

“Safe?” Jason pushes his face farther into Leo’s hair “I like that”

“And when you press into me,” Leo can't help the shiver that goes down his spine, the hand that is not between his shoulder blades starts sneaking under his shirt again “Or when you crowd me into things, feels good”

“Safe?”

“God yes”

“Is that what you need, more pressing?”

“No,” Leo takes a breath, trying to gather his thoughts. He sits up a little now that both of his man’s hands are up his shirt. He has one of his hands on Jason’s jaw so he can press his own cheek into it, eyes closed “Well yes that too, more of the pressing and weight. But I need more, or harder. I need my brain off”

“Like how you get with the cuffs sometimes?”

“Fuck yeah that,” Leo is pretty sure it's not just the handcuffs, but more his man’s undivided attention and determination to wring as much out of him as he can get. He will get all stupid and needy, Jason has told him multiple times how pretty he is like that, how much he likes getting him there and then putting him back together afterward “Just also, harder . And putting me where you want me. And harder”

“Harder?” Jason tilts his head so he can nip under Leo’s ear, he’s rapidly losing the neck spot

“Please harder”

Jason bites down hard, really hard, harder than he ever has before. Leo’s whole body jerks as he cries out, head falling back to give his man more room and the hand on his jaw holding him there. He can feel tears prickle in the corner of his eyes but it’s good

Jason hums into the bite and presses a kiss into the mark “That's really pretty”

“Fuck Jase, just like that. But everywhere ”

“The biting?”

“Yes, and the fucking. I just need it harder”

“So you don't want me to make love to you?”

“No, I still want you to make love to me. I just want you to fuck me hard while you do it”

“With like, the cuffs and the biting and the manhandling?”

Leo shivers again “And the pressing . Please”

“Hmm,” Jason sticks his nose in Leo's hair at the base of his neck, breathing him in. It's the happy passive kind of smelling him, not the targeted checking-in one, where Jason is just getting all content and comfortable with Leo being close “I don't want to break you, or hurt you”

“ Please break me,” Leo whines at the light puffs of air that are starting to tickle. He threads his fingers back into soft blond hair “I can take it, I want to take it. You can fix me after.”

“On one condition,” Jason tells him, lips brushing the main artery as he talks

“Yeah?” Leo breathes, already starting to lose it again. He has to be pavloved at this point with the neck thing there is no other explanation.

“Next time I want you to fuck me” and then Jason bites an old hickey where Leo’s neck and shoulder meet, hard, because of course he does

“ Fuck ,” Leo’s whole body shudders in one big rolling wave. He used his fingers in his man’s hair to pull him far enough away to finally see his face. Jason has that playful puppy dog grin, the one that a single canine shows that he uses when he's up to something. But his pupils are blown, telling Leo that he's very into this. Leo tightens his grip on his man’s hair just to get a noise out of him, it's a very yummy noise

“Fuck yeah, I think I could do that for you”

“Fantastic” and then they're making out.

And if Leo makes extra good on his side of the bargain immediately, well that's just on Jason for keeping lube in his desk

———

See the thing is it's very good when Jason finally fucks into him. It is hot, and solid, and the stretch would be overwhelming if his man hadn't fingered him to completion twice already. And without his hands or really any control of his body Leo can't even hold on for dear life

Jason takes him slow, pulling him onto his cock with care. Leo is sliding down into his man’s lap, his back to the blond’s chest, legs forced so wide from where Jason has spread them over his own thighs that Leo has no control of the speed. The carefulness of it has his head spinning after the rough treatment he's been given for the last few hours, the ache in his neck and shoulders a thrumming reminder of how enthusiastically his man has taken to his request to go harder

It's been good, it's been a lot , it's just what he needed. If their friends have accused Leo of being a walking bruise before then the teasing they are about to get is going to be brutal. The second his hands were restrained Jason had made a mission to bite and blemish every inch of him. It's hard to tell who was enjoying that more

“What's your color?” Jason asks, the hand on the arm squeezing him tight against his man’s chest gently playing over Leo’s neck. The pressure is all held deep in his core, but on his neck it's just touching. Traveling the line of his adam’s apple as his head falls back on a strong shoulder, pressing lightly in a hickey here and there. Leo isn't sure he has it in him to speak, he just groans as a finger presses a little harder into a bruise and stays there

“Color Leo,” Jason turns his face towards him, the other arm under Leo's thigh controlling the pace on how far and how fast he can sink on his dick, holding him from sliding farther down until Leo can give him what he's asking for. He presses a kiss into his cheek, not even worried about how hot Leo’s internal temperature must be “Can't give you any more unless you tell me where you are,”

And that's the struggle, because Leo’s brain is well and truly goo right now. Especially with the contrast of how hard and brutal it's been compared to the soft stillness since he's been pulled into Jason’s lap. It takes him a moment to get words to work again, and isn't that a bragable feat to get the great Leo Valdez finally silent? Well not silent, he's a whimpering shaking mess, but at least he's not rambling like he's paid by the word

“ Ver-verde ” he's finally able to get out, he flipped languages somewhere between the last two organisms and has been struggling to switch back since, but that's apparently close enough if the coo and the shower of kisses against his cheek and neck are any indication. Then Jason lowering him another inch or two as a reward, and god he feels so deep like this, like the way he's entering him is somehow getting more of him in than ever before.

When Leo’s ass finally meets the base, when he's fully seated on Jason's cock like he's built to be held like this and for only this man, Leo loses all coherency. But that's okay, it's exactly what he wanted, and it's Jason . No one else could get him this out of control and it still feel so right

Jason bends them forward a little, holding Leo tight tight to his chest with one arm while the other hand braces on the bed. Leo can't do anything, his hands tied and his brain sluggish, squeezed hard and surrounded by Jason. It's all he can feel, all he can see and smell, close and safe in his man's arms in the little pocket dimension created by his body

“Im gonna fuck you now,” Jaason says in his ear, completely supporting Leo “Like you asked me too, okay?”

“Uh-huh” Leo is able to warble out, and then Jason is doing just that

The way he moves, back to being punishing, is exactly what Leo needs. It's that sharp contrast again, everything going back to being brutal, and all Leo can do is take it. His eyes are open but he's not really seeing anything, so overwhelmed by the pace and this man he gets to call his own. His hips burn from the treatment and being forced open so wide for so long, he’s rambling but he can't tell what language. All he knows is it's good, and it's Jason , and if it's Jason then he can let go

Safe, he feels safe. There's no need to run, to hide or fight or fear, Jason has him

He's not really sure when and how he comes, he thinks it happens, or it is happening. Everything is just sensation at this point, just good and safe and Jason . He is slightly aware of when it ends, because for a moment his man stills as heat is inside of him. It's far away though, because he’s still being held and he still feels him all around and it's very good. Then he's being lowered to the bed, his back still flush with his man’s chest, and his hands are being freed from their bindings

Leo is so out of it, floating and overwhelmed, at least until Jason starts to put his full weight on him. He can vaguely feel hands rubbing his wrist, making sure there is circulation, but he’s lost in being smushed into the bed. Just weight, pressing deep into him. Just Jason, all around like he's not going anywhere, like he never went anywhere in the first place.

He probably falls asleep, or passes out, because he wakes up to being laid on his back and cool damp cloth running over him. His man is no longer squishing him, which is an affront to all things holy, but he's still here so Leo guesses he will live

He’s pretty sure he started whining because he hears his man chuckle and a shower of kisses are being pressed into his collarbones. Leo tries to reach out to him, but his muscles have yet to congeal from their liquid state and are unresponsive

“Hey, you okay?” Jason asks, so very softly. Leo struggles to turn his head towards his voice, eyes still closed. Jason meets him halfway so they can bump their skulls gently together.

He sighs into the slide of their foreheads. Jason pulls back slightly to do it again, a proper puppy nuzzle. Leo leans into it, basking in their closeness, tired but relaxed and safe

So safe, so so safe. The world could end and the only thing that would survive is the two of them curled together. Jason has abandoned the cloth and is running a free hand over Leo’s torso, fingers damp and cool. He presses on a bruise or bite here and there, making Leo’s breath hitch each time, carefully mapping the mess he made of him.

Eventually Leo gets enough of his muscles solidified to touch him back, even if all he wants to do is run shaking fingers over his man's face. Jason hasn’t removed his head from his own, it makes it easier to kiss him even if he misses his mouth. That's okay though, Jason readjusts so they can lock lips properly, one soft syrupy kiss after another

When they pull away for air Leo can see again. Or at least his eyes are open, his vision still fuzzy like he just woke up from a deep sleep. But Jason is still so very close, close enough that Leo could count his eyelashes, that he can see the whirls in the color of his irises. He cups his man’s jaw with the hand on his face

“Hi,” he rasps out, voice fucking gone, probably from screaming. That’s okay, the greeting makes his man smile blindingly, pushing his forehead into his temple and nuzzling the bridge of his nose against his cheek

“Hi,” the blond greets back, voice quiet “How are you feeling?”

Leo hums in a way he hopes translates to ‘Very fucking good, you fucked me stupid and it was awesome’ because language is hard right now. His brain is slowly being formed from the liquid at the bottom of his skull like it's being made with a resin printer, but it's taking its sweet time with it. He's perfectly fine with letting his body come back to itself as it pleases, as long as his man doesn't go anywhere

“Do you need anything?” Jason asks “Water?”

He probably needs water, and a shower, maybe sustenance, but right now his connection to his corporeal form is shoddy at best. Needs of the flesh can wait a moment

“You,” he gets out instead, pushing his face against his mans

“You got me” Jason chuckles, it makes Leo huff. Can he get more of him, please, is that possible?

Jason seems to understand, because he wraps an arm tight around Leo’s waist and bodily lays on him. And it's perfect , it's solid and heavy, and it pulls a content little sound out of him. Leo’s eyes close again as he presses his face harder into his man’s, who cares what people say about the weird ass wolf shit puppy nuzzles are the best, he feels his breathing slow

“You falling asleep again?” Jason asks, pressing kisses between the slide of their faces. Leo gets out a pathetic little “Uh-huh”, already half-gone

“Okay,” Jason agrees with the immanent nap time, getting comfy with his face in Leo’s neck “Love you”

“Love you,” Leo is pretty sure he breathes back, it's hard to say, he's already asleep

I have this headcannon that all Cabin 9 kids have these short think eyelashes they get from their dad, perfect to not get singed off in the forge, everyone but Leo fucking Valdez who has his mothers eyelashes and they put the Aphrodite kids to shame

PREACH.

Someone say it again for the PEOPLE AT THE BACK

So, many people have the image of Nico being a stereotypical gay femboy, emo with snow white skin, but;

He literally lived on his own from the age of 10, was manipulated and kidnapped. He learned to defend himself, lived in the underworld. He faced King Minos, he faced Chronos and convinced 3 gods to fight, lived on seeds for 5 days in a jar without oxygen, crossed the Atlantic traveling through the shadows with a 12 meter statue and 2 other people, and after that he fought Gaia, survived Tartarus twice and resisted Nix's manipulation. THE ghost king.

(I love these fanarts btw, cc on them)

Yes, he is gay. But he is not weak or fragile as they want him to appear, in that way they are only promoting the gay stereotype when Rick was trying to prove the opposite by creating a character as complex as Nico.

Nico having some musical talent and a terrifying, hauntingly beautiful singing voice is so important to me.

Just Apollo clinging to Will and breaking down into tears cuz "YOU DID SO FUCKING GOOD, SON, YOU HAVE EXQUISITE TASTE".

Gonna throw up If I can't talk about them-

Bunch of Aiden analysis under the cut because he's just SO OBSESSED CODED AND NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT 😭 (I will be very weird about it)

The way it's so doomed from the start. He's already so fascinated by her. It's in the little jump he does when she sits in front of him, like a secret they're both in on, like her sitting in front of him is some obscure way of her inviting him into a conversation.

Why is he like this (not positive but not negative either)

He has such a cocktail of personality traits and, most certainly, mental disorders, and his own history that makes it so, when he's in love, that it WILL blow up in his face.

The fact that he's been homeschooled for his entire life- he has no idea. HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW. He doesnt realize that its not normal. of course he doesn't :( His parents obviously leave him alone for long stretches of time and he doesn't seem to mind this. He hasn't had the chance to develop his social skills at all-

It's why he's so, let's be real, creepy. Ash makes it very clear she's not interested and he just keeps worming his way into her life. He plots so that she'll go on the field trip, he follows her around, he goes to her fucking house on the first day. LIKE, HELLO? RED FLAG?

He's having evil thoughts here I swear 💀

And already so quickly after meeting her he makes Ash his priority. He asks to sit next to her, he engages and makes an effort to talk to her. Tries to joke around with her. Gives her a nickname. Touches her. He's so touchy.

And defends her!!! When Tyler gets pissed at Ash, he honestly goes off on him even tho he KNOWS Ash can defend herself- and he's so...dark about it. There's a threat hidden behind his words. He's MAD here, right? Tell me I'm not crazy, please-

He also very clearly has violence on the forefront of his mind 💀 He's the first one to actively attack the phantoms; not to defend himself, not to defend somebody else (well, he pulls Ash out of the way), but for fun. And he's disappointed when they don't scream. He's sadistic, he likes causing pain, it's something he relishes in.

I mean look at how he smiles!!! None of the other kids have such an...active ENJOYMENT in fighting the phantoms, but for Aiden, it's almost like he finds relief in it, some way to vent out his frustrations. He's eager for a fight, for a thrill.

That's how Aiden sustains himself, he pretty much operates under "I'm here for a good time, not a long time." Everything he does gives him a boost of adrenaline, no matter the consequences. He got into a fight? Eh, who cares about all the bruises, at least it got his blood rushing. Broke a bone while doing parkour or smth? Whatever, the way his stomach dropped when he was falling as totally worth it.

It's a very dangerous mentality to live with, obviously. He's an adrenaline junkie. He's an addict. More than anything else, Aiden wants something that makes him feel alive.

And what makes you feel more alive than love?

Like not to minimise or anything but he's known her for like. 2-3 months- and he's already SO scared of losing her. Like I just don't think he would have had this type of reaction with anybody else besides Ben. He would have absolutely lost his shit if Ash 'died'.

He's a straight up love junkie. He's obsessive. Nothing beats the high love can give you. It overrules everything else. If Ash (or whoever he's interested in) feels bad because of smth, he's done with it.

He LIKED dying. He LIKED the adrenaline rush. But he won't do it again. Not because he had some realization that he didn't want to die, that he still wanted to live and do things, but because Ash was upset. Because this, this rush of care from her part, the way she was so scared of him dying that she was shaking, nothing could fill the hole in his heart better than that. And now that he has a taste for it, he won't let go easy. He will keep on living- if it means Ash will be by his side.

Which is a very dangerous position to put her in. Ash already feels responsible for her friends, and she doesn't even know that Aiden has "put" his life in her hands, not that it's her responsibility, because it isn't, but she will certainly feel responsible if Aiden does something FOR her.

Like He's so fucking obsessed and he doesn't even realize it- like look at how he sees her 😭 THE HEAVENLY GLOOOOOOW, LIKE SHES AN ANGEL AND HE THINKS SHE CAN SAVE HIM. BABY SHE CANT, YOU HAVE TO SAVE YOURSELF.

He could spiral so fucking bad. He could do some absolutely heinous things. Because he just doesn't know. He doesn't know how to love truly, yet. For him love really is that rush of adrenaline, the knife carving out his heart, he could be putty in her hands, or her executioner. This love that can be so obsessive, that he NEEDS it to function, like its water, like its the air he breathes. Its a compulsion, a fixation, a longing that burrows into your very soul. Ash doesn't even know what she's getting herself into-

Godddddd, it makes me so sick/ pos, it's SO FUCKING INTERESTINGGGGGG. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

I literally cannot function around this drawing 🫠

The. The hand. That way he's grabbing her. He's pulling her back. Towards HIM. like "this is mine. And I'm not sharing." And that little fucking look in his eyes, he just looks SO fucking pleased with himself. And Ash looks so...resigned. they're so doomed-coded, i love them so bad.

I don't know how I was supposed to NOT make a killer au, when he's just...like that around her.

Love is a wonderful thing. But love is also cruel, it is vicious, it is possessive and obsessive, and it will leave carnage in its wake.

Romantic love is an obsession. It possesses you. You lose your sense of self. You cannot stop thinking about another human being. -Helen Fisher

"Why are you smiling at your phone like that? Who's got you smiling so much?"

Ao3. Ao3 has got me smiling and squealing like a little girl. My fanfics about fictional homosexual men have me smiling like this.

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

Headcanon that I'm too lazy to draw :

When Jinx is in her revolution arc, she develops a group of young, die-hard admirers. They go to VI to ask for permission to ask her out, and VI says she'll grant it if they know what her 'actual' name is. Unfortunately for them, none of them know her by anything other than Jinx.

Except for THE BOY SAVIOUR RAAAAAH

He doesn't ask because he's a bashful yearning idiot, though.

YES, YES THIS IS IT

Viktor in THIS but the colors are red and gold

(and Jayce absolutely losing his mind over it)

possessive jayce with his need to mark what is his is my favorite