The Concept Of Cuteness Aggression Is So Funny. Awww You're Adorable I Need To Hurt You

Don't Let Go - OTP Prompt

Whump Wednesday

Person A: *bursts into the room* "Oh my god—B! I'm here, I’m here, you're okay now—"

Person B: *flinching at the sound, trying to craw back* "Don't touch me-please-"

Person A: *freezes, hands raised* "It’s me. Just me. No one’s going to hurt you anymore."

Person B: *voice shaking* "They said you wouldn't come. That you'd forgotten me. I-I believed them."

Person A: *kneeling slowly, tears in their eyes* "I would tear the world apart before I'd let that happen. I'm sorry it took me so long."

Person B: *finally looking at A, eyes glassy* "I kept calling for you. I thought—I thought if I screamed loud enough, you’d hear me."

Person A: *voice cracking* "I did. I heard you. Every second you were gone, I felt it. I swear."

Person B: *whispers* "It hurts."

Person A: *gently, reaching forward* "I know. Let me help. Please. Just let me hold you."

Person B: *collapsing into A's arms* "Don’t let go."

Person A:*holding them tightly, as though the world.* "Never."

If I wanted that I’d just watch the show

Jason smells faintly of ozone like an oncoming storm and Leo is perfectly normal about it, thank you very much

one of my favorite thoughts that comes with will going from cabin baby to head counselor is the insane 180 he must have had regarding his view on authority figures

will solace saw Nico Walking Corpse Di Angelo looking greasy unwashed sleepless emaciated sunken eyes deathly pale scowling up a storm ready to pass out any second in his hawaiian shirt and said "is anybody gonna flirt with that freak" and didn't wait for an answer

leo and jason but they actually met before gaea

a young jason, having to venture outside of camp for the first time for a quest, running face first into a boy in the middle of the streets. hes scrawny and scruffy and not fit to be a true roman, but his fingers move quicker than his rapidfire mix of curses, apologies, and insults as he picks up the things that fell out of his backpack in the collision.

a young leo, running away from yet another home, colliding with a boy that acts like hes the first human hes seen in months. he's not sure whether to be annoyed or confused as the boy questions him on the very basic contents of his bag with his head tilted like some sort of stupid golden retriever. the new kids accent is thick, one he could barely understand, but he tries to answer the dumb questions as best he can.

jason follows leo, deciding the new boy to be his guide in an unfamiliar world. he shows him new and interesting things, colorful and exotic things he's never seen before. new places, new people. jason decides he must be divine in some way. he's distraught when he finishes the quest and has to leave. leo shared things jason could barely fathom, then it was yanked away, leaving a burning hole in his mind and heart and scalding marks on the hands he had guided.

leo leads jason, which was not his intention at first. he shows him normal things, the places where the security cameras or locks are broken, the place where the staff gives him freebies, the public library with computers you could play and code games on, all things leo had known about for years, but jason stares at him like a worshipper stares at a god, filled with awe and adoration. he wakes up one day, and jason isn't there anymore, leaving nothing but a fleeting memory, brushed away with the wind.

And then I'm like "oh no what could have possibly happened to my skin?????"

bad day? long day? overwhelmed? confused? tired? bored? sad? everything feels weird and bad and you don’t know why? pick at your skin for at least an hour. you surely will not regret picking at your skin for at least an hour. because there are no consequences or open wounds. picking at your skin for at least an hour: try it today. no refunds.

Back pain too, perhaps?

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

the unholy trinity of piss-poor caretakers, tag yourself:

tomboy, meaning "this child is clearly queer but let's hope it goes away"

sensitive, meaning "clearly neurodivergent and often distressed but let's keep going until they grow numb"

mature, meaning "traumatized but let's ignore that"