Draw Penelope Loving Odysseus As A Worm

But of course, he's not gay or anything (he definitely is)

Dean Winchester whenever he loses Castiel

Or both

Like why are my muscles trying to leave my body

I HATE THE FLESH! I HATE THE FLESH! :(

I love cracking my bones. I'm like a fidget toy but more emotionally complex

Still denying Jason death club🤚🏼

Like what the fuck that person totally fucking missed the point also they basically implied that they've written hate comments before.

so got my first hate comment on a solangelo fic, honestly I don’t rlly care (other than the fact they totally misunderstood the point I was making about Will sometimes giving up control), I just think this person needs to get a fucking grip. Like I’m sorry if my build up was interfering with your jerk off material, but there are better ways to deal with your sexual frustration.

I’ve been posting on ao3 for years, but if I was a newer writer this is exactly the kind of thing that would have shattered my confidence and made me want to stop writing. Like why are you foaming at the mouth cos you didn’t like a smut fic I wrote for free and posted for you to read, for free??

My point is, if you don’t like something, you can literally just stop engaging with it and don’t need to go on an unhinged rant about it.

Will is breaking several laws but it's ok. He used had sanitiser. This is so rushed

Fucking feral for this

Something is off with Leo, and Jason does not like when things about Leo are off

He doesn't like it when the Way Station decides it wants to use fabric softener this month when it does the laundry and all of Leo’s clothes feel wrong. He doesn't like it when Leo tries a new hair care product without warning and it makes him smell different. And he doesn't like it when Will subconsciously heals him when they go party and all of the little bruises and marks Jason has carefully decorated his Leo with suddenly disappear

It is too close to implanted memories for one, having to pick through his own head and the world around them and make sure nothing has gone uncanny valley. His Leo there but a little to the left. Is he dreaming, is he being toyed with as some pawn in a plot, or did Leo borrow Lit’s deodorant again?

He also doesn't like the implication he doesn't know all of Leo at any given point. It's a very possessive line of thought, but not one he can really help. Jason knows his Leo in a way he has only ever known a handful of people. It is hard for him to be so vulnerable so open with someone, an armor he had grown from his time in the Legion. He knew Reyna like that, maybe Dakota but he never fully trusted parts of that memory, and it's not like he can confirm them with his old friend now. He knows Nico like that, and Piper, the rest of the Seven too; but he knows no one like he knows Leo Valdez.

Leo knows everything about Jason, so Jason knows everything about him. He knows that Leo only started sleeping without a shirt a year into living at the Way Station because he finally felt safe enough to put down roots. He knows that Leo has always wanted siblings and couldn't be happier now that he has them coming out of his ears. He knows he misses the shitty diner sweet tea from back south and the closest he can get here in the midwest is Popeyes. He knows Leo will always order a iced chai over a coffee at cafes, that he gets his pants a size too big because he likes them baggy, he will only eat raw vegetables out of Cally’s garden the rest has to be cooked, and if Jason nibbles at the skin under Leo’s industrial pricings just right he can get the best little breathy sound out of him

So when suddenly Leo is hiding his sketches and smells different whenever he leaves the WorkShop Jason can tell something is off

*looks at books* too tired for you *looks at films* too tired for you *looks at art supplies* too tired for you *eyes fall on tumblr* oho ho

im sorry, WHAT?

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