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"Come back..."

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Dick, waking up and panicking: I'M LATE FOR THE YOUNG JUSTICE MEETING

Dick, laying back down: Oh wait I'm not Robin anymore.

Dick:

Dick, shooting back up: I'M THE TEAM LEADER-

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nico comes from an age where they taught calligraphy in school, and has the fanciest looking curly cursive handwriting ever. on the opposite side of the spectrum, will has unreadable scribbly doctor handwriting

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Being obsessed with your own ocs is so so good for you i seriously can't recommend it enough

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i root for all of my mutuals even if we don’t talk ❗❗ i see u an hope ur doin well an hope ur achieving ur goals 👀👏💓

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percy would not tease nico about the "not my type" line. my boy had zero self-esteem and was terrified of ruining his and nico's newfound friendship.

you know who would never let nico forget it?

annabeth.

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Jason shivered as he peered out of the old window of your shared apartment. He stared at the blanket of snow that draped the trees and he tugged his sweater tighter against his chest.

“Why are you sitting by the window Jay, it’s freezing,” you asked, setting down two cups of chai on the coffee table. They sat next to Jason’s long forgotten book and you smiled reading the title—Matilda.

Jason often brought out books from childhood during the colder months and he had a particular liking towards Matilda. You always assumed that it was because he saw a glimpse of himself in the odd story. Maybe he found a sense of comfort in it.

“I don’t know, it’s beautiful out though,” he replied, pulling you out of your thoughts. You stared out the window and nodded. Jason was not wrong. Despite the harsh weather conditions, the scenery was breathtaking. Pearly crystals gently tickled down and covered the lawn like an elegant rug. The street lights were on and the entire atmosphere felt cosy and welcoming.

Jason took a sip of his tea and hummed in delight. The sweetness of the chai had reached deep within his soul and warmed his heart. He leaned back against the couch and reached for your hand. You were quick to intertwine your fingers together. You brought his knuckles close to you and placed a gentle kiss on his hand.

For a while, it was quiet. You both stayed there, sipping your tea while enjoying each other’s company and the view. But then, the silence became dull. You decided to reach over to the table and grab the old book. You pushed it towards Jason and he stared at you in confusion.

“Read to me,” you said and he grinned. Jason took the copy from your hands and flipped to the first page, wanting to read to you from the beginning of the story.

You liked watching him read out loud. He always got this excited look in his eyes and a narrative tone in his voice. He often put on different voices for characters and he especially exaggerated the tones when he read children’s books. It was no surprise when he gave the worst voice to Harold Wormwood and a silly high pitched one to Miss Honey.

The rest of your evening was spent reading and in fits of giggles. There was no other way you’d spend your night. This was truly the best.

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prometheus: hot take,

the greek gods: no give that back

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please, untitled document was my father, call me untitled document (1)

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Jason is pro-choice

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i will not lie, friends in my phone, i have been imagining affection from time to time