Brother Snapped A Photo Of Hector This Morning While I Was Asleep

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

Like if the fic does go to shit (it probably won't) who the hell is going to be like "aha! I found you kudos this random ass fic and I didn't like it"

“You shouldn’t give kudos to in-progress fics because you don’t know what might happen in a future chapter” is actually the wildest fucking take.

Do you guys ever think about how Percy was missing for six months and the camp went crazy looking for him but Nico was also gone for six+ months and no one batted an eye?

Anyway.

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"

Transitional body horror where T makes your ovaroes drop down and out

The billionth reason as to why I'd be a great demigod

I have a headcanon that young demigods are feral by default as a survival instinct and mellow out with age.

Dionysus did not mellow out with age.

it’s so fucking funny to me that the di angelos were canonically raised catholic. maria di angelo fucked a pagan god at least twice and then was like alright kids let’s go to church

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

Rb if you were/are a gifted kid I wanna see how many of us ended up here