Quick Reblog Before I Start Posting Again :)

Favorites tag game:

Answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

i deleted the reblogs so it wouldn’t clog anyone’s dash but i was tagged by @battlenix

also no one else said it so i will there’s only 8 questions guys

Relationship status: currently trying to avoid a relationship rn actually

Favorite color: 🐢green🐢

3 favorite foods: Potatoes, Pho (thanks asian grandma), and Pizza (had the stick with the p theme)

Songs currently stuck in my head: INTO THE THICK OF IT.... INTO THE THICK OF IT.... INTO THE THICK OF IT.... ugh (pls understand that)

Last song listened to: Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo (literally rn)

Last thing i googled: Texas zip codes (for legal purposes this was not for scamming things)

Time: 1:53 wait wait wait....... 1:54

Dream trip: Gotham. wait no i’d get killed umm, Ireland is a close second

tagging: (no pressure tho)

@petersparklers @pleasestophoney @writingtheworks (for shits and giggles) @foggyskeletonmakerneck @angelxfics @whoever else wants to try because i need more mutually so i can actually tag people

Favourites Tag Game

Answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

Thank you for the tag @alex-sulli 🤍🤍🤍

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Relationship Status: Married nearly 6 years (together 12!)

Favourite Colour: Green

3 Favourite Foods: Poutine, Pizza, Scones (that I bake 😂)

Song currently stuck in my head: Good 4 U - Olivia Rodrigo (it’s literally in every other video on Tik Tok it’s been in my head for days!)

Last Song I listened to: Dancing with your ghost - Sasha Sloan

Last Thing Googled: MMA fighting (for a Triple Frontier story I’m writing)

Time: Midnight

Dream Trip: A month minimum in the UK.

Tagging these lovelies: @mermaidxatxheart @mylifeisactuallyamess @sventeen-daybreak @hoeforthefictional @foxilayde @wildmoonflower & anyone else that wants to do it! 🤍🤍🤍

Are u going to update the Damian x Reader Story??

hi! I ended up having a super busy summer and didn’t have much time to write but I am going to update as soon as I have some free time (should be in the next month or so I do apologize for the wait)

Pairing: Dick Grayson x nb!reader

Prompts: Neutral prompt 10- "Don't lie to me, I can tell when you do."

Summary: When you find yourself hiding out in the Batcave someone comes to check on you

Warnings: Mentions of death, sad reader, a course word I think, bad writing and not proofread

A/n: very angsty I was sick, I was tired, and I felt like writing so please enjoy this drabble. let me know if I accidentally used any pronouns I didn't mean to :)

Word count: 800 short and sad sweet

Coping

Footsteps came padding softly down the staircase that led from Wayne manor’s sitting room to the dimly lit Batcave. Whoever was coming was light on their feet, almost silent. You had a pretty good idea who it was but you didn’t turn away from the computer screen to check. 

They stopped somewhere behind you and waited a moment before speaking. “You missed dinner.” Of course it was Dick. He must have volunteered to check on you. You didn’t even know it was dinner time. 

“Wasn’t hungry” You lied, typing something into the search bar and flipping through the files that popped up. You didn’t know how long you’d been at this but it’d been a good few hours since you’d spoken and your voice was hoarse. 

Dick started fiddling with some gear on one of the repair tables. “Right, of course.” Clearly, he was trying to seem nonchalant, and clearly, he was failing. “You’ve been down here a while.” 

It was more of a statement than a question but you felt the need to answer. “I’m fine. Just busy.” You took on a slightly defensive tone as you chose one of the files and began reading.

The screen was huge, he could read the page displayed for himself but still, he asked “What’re you working on?”

He was stalling. “There's talk of Scarecrow doing something on New Year's Eve. Bunch of people gathered at the square is a great place to shoot off some fear gas. I need to find him so I'm cross-referencing his last known hideouts.” Everyone was going to start suiting up soon but for now the cave was filled with an eerie quiet.

You still didn’t look up. You let your eyes pass over the screen but you weren’t reading anymore, instead, you were focused on the movement behind you. You felt him walk silently over and lean on the desk just a few inches away from you. He faced the wall behind you and crossed his arms

Dick let another moment pass and you almost looked up at him but held out. It was a game of chicken now, seeing who would look first, who would talk first and bring up the real reason he’d come down here. You both knew.

He lost. “I’m worried about you.” 

“Why?” You asked as innocently as you could. “It’s already happened there’s no point moping about it-”

“Don’t.” He cut you off, keeping his voice soft. “Don’t lie to me,” he looked down. “I can tell when you are. You lost someone in the field and now you're sitting in the dark working on cases for hours.” He crouched next to you trying to catch your eye. “You’re not ok. You need a break.”

You clenched your jaw. It had been 3 days since an innocent person died in your arms. Everyone had told you that you’d done your best and no one could have saved them. You still blamed yourself. “No, I don’t. I let someone die, but it happens. I just need to keep working.”

“Hey look at me.” He turned your chair towards him and you finally met his eyes. The determined sort of concern on his face matched his new tone. “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have stopped it but you have the right to be upset. Acting like everything’s fine and throwing yourself into work isn't going to help.”

“I am fine.”

“You’re a shit liar is what you are.” He threw the soft and sweet approach out the window and settled for the truth. “I know you, and I know you’re gonna sit here and tell me that you don’t care even though you do and that you’re perfectly okay even when you aren’t but you don’t have to.” 

Tears started to collect in your eyes and tried to fight them off. You hated crying. Especially in front of Dick but at this point you didn’t think you could stop it. Then he pulled you into a hug you definitely couldn’t. You let him pull you into his arms and you hugged him back. In the past three days, you hadn’t let yourself feel anything. You’d barely let yourself think about but now you sobbed into Dicks shoulder. 

“I hate feeling like this, if I stop for a second all I can see is her face.” You’d slipped out of the chair and onto the floor next to him. “She died and I couldn't save her.” you leaned back enough to look at him. “How do you do it?”

“It’s part of the job. We can’t save everyone, we can’t keep going forever, not alone.” He cupped your face and wiped a

way the tears on your cheeks. “But you’re not alone. You have me, and I'm pretty great.”

That made you laugh. For a second you just sat there looking at him, and then, you pulled him in and kissed him.

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I want the kind of love you can only find in a gay enemies-to-lovers

twitter is dissolving into chaos on a Liz Truss timeline

literally me

New Ask game. Send me one of my fic titles and I’ll tell which was THAT SCENE for that fic.

bookends, bestfriends, deadends

Pairing + WC: Jason Grace x reader, 1.6k Warnings: slow burn, once again and as always with my love Jason this is NOT canon-compliant, Jason may be a tiny bit ooc but I tired Summary: In the months between saving Hera and setting sail for New Rome, Jason finds himself making a friend Authors note: ok, y’all, here’s the deal; I took a nap and woke up with an idea, so I started writing; then I realized I needed set up, so I wrote this. Now I have a full fic that doesn’t include my original idea, so I will have to make pt: 2, but at least it’s already almost all the way written

Camp was far too busy this year; even for the off-season, it felt like there were campers everywhere. With all the bustle, it was hard to find a moment of peace. That’s why you’d taken to the woods that day. Following the path you’d walked a million times to a little outcrop of ruins not far from the beach, deep enough to not be disturbed. You’d taken a thick blanket and draped it over a vaguely couch-shaped block of stone ages ago to use as a reading nook. It was calm and peaceful and empty, usually.

This time, when you got close enough to see your little piece of peace, there was already someone there. A blonde boy with a scar on his lip sitting on your faux couch and squinting at the book in his hand. Jason Grace. Of course, you knew who he was, everyone knew of him and Piper and Leo, all working to get ready for the next great prophecy. 

Sneaking up on a former Roman soldier didn’t seem like the best plan, so you’d spoken out. “Guess this place isn’t so secret after all,” geez, what an opener.

Jason looked up with a start and got to his feet before you could say anything else. “Hi, hey, sorry, is this your spot? I wasn’t sure who’s it was, so I stayed to read some. I can go.” 

“Oh no, please, you don’t have to,” you were quick to put up your hands and stop him from leaving. You two hadn’t necessarily talked before, but he had always seemed nice at meals and campfires, if not a little awkward. “You were here first. I can leave if you want to be alone.”

Jason paused, it seemed he was actually taking you in now, noticing the book in your hand, Don Quixote as opposed to the copy of War and Peace he held. “I don’t mind company,” he offered you a small nervous smile, it was so pure you had to just stare at it for a second before responding. 

“Neither would I,” you finally said, returning the smile. You walked over and sat down tucking your legs under you and leaving plenty of room for Jason to sit on the other side. 

He joined and read next to you for what felt like both hours and minutes. Two days later, you had beaten him there, so when he arrived, you smiled and scooted to the left, giving him room again on your right. Over the next month, you crossed paths at the ruins what must have been a dozen times. There was never much conversation; it was more of a silent agreement to enjoy each other’s company, and each day, the distance between your shoulders seemed to get ever so slightly smaller. 

After a while, you got comfortable being directly next to him. Your shoulders would brush each time Jason moved to turn the page, and you couldn't help but notice how warm and strong he was. Silent meetings became small discussions about your current read, which turned into talks about other books you’d recommend to each other, which eventually morphed into a solid friendship. You would invite him to eat with your cabin since he had no one else at his. He would update you on the progress of the ship and the quest, you even got to know the other campers involved. 

Over the next few months, your lives became completely intertwined. You spent most of your day with each other. You watched him train for the quest, pushing his limits in sparring sessions until he was too exhausted to do much of anything. You would drag him out to your spot in the woods on days when he’d gotten so focused he had to be forced to take a break. You’d even tried to help him get some memories back. He would eat with you, read with you, help you with whatever chores you had around camp, anything to spend more time with together. 

He was the first person you turned to when you had something to say. He was the only one who remembered which campfire songs were your favorites or which books you’d reread depending on your mood. You cared about him so deeply, and you weren’t even sure how you’d come to feel so much in so little time. You truly hadn’t realized how much you needed him around you until you thought about just how soon he’d be leaving.

Of course, he would go back to Camp Jupiter; you knew that. This was never meant to be permanent; you were sure he missed his old life, his old friends, his old home. But part of you, somewhere in the deepest, most selfish part of your heart, wanted him to stay. You wanted him to forget about Rome, and Jupiter, and the quest. You wanted him to stay here with the strawberry fields and the books and the beach and with you. You wanted him to forget his sense of duty to a place that never cared and stay with someone who would give their whole heart away just to see him be happy for a moment longer. It was a feeling that filled you with guilt every time it crossed your mind.

It had occupied your thoughts nearly the entire day when Jason came to your cabin that evening. He knocked on the door until one of your siblings answered, and they called you over, muttering something about stupid and lovesick and so annoying that you hadn’t totally caught. 

You stepped onto the porch and closed the cabin door, leaving Jason and you alone in the dim light of the setting son. He was handsome as ever, a fact that you had resolved not to dwell on; plenty of people found their closest friends to be stunningly beautiful, it wasn’t a big deal. 

In fact, it was totally normal for someone to notice exactly when their best friend had skipped their usual haircut and started letting the military style grow or how their eyes exploded with color when the sun hit them just right. And, of course, there was no deeper reason for why you would pick up on every scrape or bruise he’d gotten from training. You were just hyper-observant, never mind that it only applied to one person.

As you took him in, scanning for the weariness you so often saw and he so often dismissed, you noticed more than anything how nervous he was. “What’s up?”

“Hey, um, I just wanted to, well.” He took a deep breath and let his words spill out a mile a minute. He told you that the Argo II would be ready to fly any day now. He told you how they were going to find Percy and how the first place they were going to check was New Rome. He brought up his old life, a life he wanted to remember, a life he thought he would remember when he got back there. These were all things you’d know and that filled you with dread, but you let him talk without interrupting. His rambling soon turned to a topic you haven’t expected, it turned to you. He told you how important you were to him, how much you’d helped him adjust to life at camp, and how much he appreciated everything you’d done for him. 

As he went on and on, you felt your heart begin to pound. The way he was talking lit a spark inside your gut, and the borderline desperation in his voice made you dare to hope. The emotion in his eyes made you think maybe, just maybe, he felt the same kind of connection that you felt with him. You could tell it was going somewhere important, somewhere that made him nervous and hopefully at the exact same time.

“I guess I just realized while we were planning in the bunker,” he began to close in on his point. “How important you are to me, and I can’t imagine what it’d be like without you. You can say no of course, it’s a lot to ask of anyone but,” he took another breath. “Do you want to come with me to New Rome?”

That wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. The funny feeling in your gut shifted and morphed, flashing through disappointment for a brief moment. As Jason waited for an answer, you had to process exactly what he’d asked. Going back to New Rome meant he was going back to his old life, a fact you were all too aware of, but now, maybe you didn’t have to lose him to it. He still wanted you by his side. He still wanted you to be a part of his life.

“Yes,” you finally replied. “Yes, of course, I’ll go,” you watch the relief wash over him, his nerves visibly dispersing as one of the widest smiles you’d ever seen etched itself across his face. 

In the next moment, he wrapped his arms around you. It was a bone-crushing hug that squeezed the air from your lungs, and you wrapped your own arms around him as tightly as you could. “You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he whispered to you as you tried to stop your heart from exploding. This wasn’t how you wanted it, but at least for now, this would be enough.

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There's pt1 :) part two is almost done already because I wrote most of it before I even started all this, but what I can say, the keyboard got away from me. let me know if any of y'all want to be tagged in pt2 or in my general Jason taglist.

Soo I want to request something but like I haven’t requested anything ever and I really have no idea what exactly I want :// can I send a request with like just the prompts and characters orrr what ahha (sorry I’m really awkward 🤠)

hiya babe, you’re totally fine lol if you don’t have anything really specific you can totally just send a character and a prompt or two and like angst or fluff and whatnot

just go ham i guess it’s your request so as long as it doesn’t cross any of my boundaries (stated on my profile somewhere) ask for whatever you want :)

Y’all I need to make a decision that quite literally will change the course of my life for the next 8 years /srs

I’m indecisive so I’m asking for the opinion of the people. Answer based off vibes

thanks for the tag! @thefallingstarlight

5 years ago I feels like a lifetime, I used think I would become a dancer and travel the world with ABT or something and now I spend all my time in a dark room with blue light glasses on teaching myself how to code. oh how the turn tables have turned.

I legitimately don’t have any moots rn cause I was offline for like a year so whoever wants to can join!!

ps: I hid the other reblogs so as to not clog feeds <3

I was tagged by @regina-del-cielo to do a 2017 vs 2022 picrew! Thank you 💗💗💗💗

Tagging: @silver-eye @yusufsmoon @blueskrugs @aliaslaufeyson and anyone else who wants to 💗💗