My Only Complaint Is That The Paws Appear When You Boop Someone And Not When Someone Boops You. I Want

Episode 2: "Annabeth would push me down a flight of stairs to make sure the quest continued"

Episode 4: "Annabeth is pushing me down a flight of stairs to make sure the quest continues? But what if I pulled out my UNO reverse card?"

pro-hero au dabihawks!

Gimme a sec actually crying rn

"You know it's for the better right?"

"Of course." Leo said with a small smile. It was to reassure Calypso that he understood. She wasn't happy. She deserved better.

He didn't cry. Crying is pointless. It leads you nowhere. He didn't talk as much as before, no one wants to listen. He just answered whatever question they asked. He fixed what they broke, ate what they brought him, sat back and watched them laugh without him when they invited him to whatever.

Do what everyone else wants. You don't matter. Whatever they want. It was a while when Jason barged in the bunker where he was hiding and hugged him.

"Woah hey man. You okay?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I should've noticed."

"It's okay." Jason pulled back and held his face. He was crying. "No, it's not. I... I miss you."

"Miss me? I'm right here."

"No. I miss you. When you'd pull pranks, and make stupid jokes, and talk about whatever machine for hours."

"You guys hated that so I stopped."

"Some were a little inappropriate but Gods Leo you're a person. You have wants and needs, I'd rather have a water balloon drop on my head, then see you do this to yourself. You can't do what everyone else wants because it makes them happy. You're allowed to do what you want, to say no."

"Jason if I do that I'll die."

"How?"

"I'd rather feel needed than kill myself."

"It's the only thing keeping me alive." He smiled at him but the tears were obvious. Jason hugged him again, Leo hugging back this time.

"What if um... what if I stayed with you?" Jason asked. "That way you won't be alone."

"That'd be nice." Leo replied. He was trying so hard not to break.

"What do you need right now?" Leo broke down. He cried into his chest Jason holding onto him, letting him know he's here and he always will be from now on.

popping back in for a couple seconds, because I am obsessed with these two throwaway characters from the last new year's bit. I need to know more about this fancy overdramatic theater kid and IT nerdling's more-likely-than-you'd-think friendship.

(brb, building an entire mental headcanon around these random characters who will literally never appear again. they have a whole sitcom together...in my heart.)

Fr fr

YES to grover not giving a fuck about the human's safety when the animals escape. that is so book grover. he spends the entire series hating on humans. no character arc no change in opinion just a goat full of hate for homo sapiens. i want more of that please

(aryan delivers this scene perfectly tho fr, his genuine disinterest in human's wellbeing, his downright cheerfulness at the chaos that the animals are causing, him basically going "well everything looks great to me!" when percy is like dude the PEOPLE???? absolute chef's kiss. dare i say, most book accurate scene in the show)

just checked the connor stoll/mitchell tag on ao3 and theres NEW WORKS!!!! literally tearing up rn

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

Two (2) times canon Chuuya was a skilled enough actor to trick people with a genius-level IQ

Then:

15!Chuuya: I am totally not Arahabaki.

15!Dazai: I bet I can figure out who Arahabaki is before you!

15!Chuuya: ... (Press X to Doubt)

Now:

Chuuya: I totally am a vampire. *ScReEcH*

Fyodor: Kill him, gravity manipulator!

Dazai: OMG, Chuuya, snap out of it!

Chuuya: ... (silent internal judgement)