#my fucking valgrace!!

[sunflowergraveyardd]

lalalala lalala lalala lala

[1800-lemon-boy]

Friendly reminder that Jason spent months looking for Leo and only stopped when Chiron forced him to enroll in school.

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[xoxochb]

“where are his glasses? he can’t see without his glasses” except it’s valgrace

[justlikearat]

I spent. Too lomg. On this. And. Bleh.

I just. Wanted to render stuff LOL.

(Full image below the cut, warning for like. Theres no clothes but like the worst u can see is jasons butt. Idk. but like not in a sexual way i promise i was just lazy and really didn't wanna do clothes, ive spent like. 7 hours on this without realizing it. Yesah. )

Idk i really do not mean for this to be seen as sexual in any way i just kidna drew what was in my head which was ppl cuddling PLEASE keep that in mind when interacting i would really aprriacte if you didnt saY like, stuff like that. Thanks. )

[boredomsbonedeep]

they're gonna bring jason back right?? and piper's coming too? and she'll be an important part of the plot instead of just getting mentioned at the end? and leo will be there? and then valgrace?

[huntingrays]

i physically cannot write valgrace without making jason a huge simp for leo

[poppitron360]

Jason knew that Leo was alive and even went to go look for him.

Imagine the worry as the months dragged on, not knowing why Leo wasn’t coming back. Imagine the waiting, the wondering. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Was that message faked, did Jason just imagine it?

Leo has had experience running away. If he wanted to disappear, he’d know how. What if… what if he didn’t want to be found?

And then the thoughts start to spiral. Was it something Jason did? Was Leo mad at him? Why didn’t Leo tell him his plan- could he not trust him? Was Leo stuck somewhere and needed help, or was he not coming back because he didn’t want to see Jason? Maybe he’d gone off with Calypso and forgotten all about them… all about him. Maybe Leo hates him now. Maybe he always hated Jason, and had to die to escape him. What does that say about Jason as a friend? As a leader? As a person? Why wasn’t his friend coming home?

[chichihuahua1413]

ngl valgrace is kinda romeo and juliet coded

[aarontaylorjohnsonsdivorcelawyer]

library card ➵ valgrace university au

valgrace university au - PART 3 [part 1, part 2]

[calikitters]

Leo teaching Jason to cook eggs

Leo: Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

Leo: Or so they say.

Jason: Okay... Wait, who's 'they'?

Leo: Y'know... They. Them. Are you discriminating?

Jason: No! I'm just asking! Who says that?

Leo: Shut up and stir your scrambled eggs, Jason.

[kylie-weasleyxo]

during a play the Apollo cabin put together but everyone's drunk

Leo, acting as Juliet and very drunk: Jason, Jason, wherefore art thou Jason?! Jason, not drunk but very confused: I'm right here..? Leo, suddenly crying tears of joy: JASON!!!!! =D Jason: ????? Everyone else, watching this shit go down: *hey do you have popcorn* *but 'wherefore' means 'why', not 'where'* *no offence, Margaret, but they're drunk, stupid and confused, I don't think this is the time for a grammar lesson* *oo yea gimme some skittles* *tasTE THE RAINBOW MOTEHRFUCKERS*

[sunshines-child]

I’m going to fucking lose it all the Pinterest comments on ships other than Percabeth and Solangelo so just “ew omg that’s not canon” (and then immediately go to another post and go valgrace no.1!!!) “I’m actually so crazy Solangelo is so perfect uwu” “That’s not percabeth!!!!! Ew ew ew” “percabeth no.1 ship!!!” “THEYRE COUSSSIIINS” (AS IF THIS ISNT GREEK MYTHOLOGY) “Ummmm where is Will” Etc etc

[reddamselette]

“We need to know less about each other,” Leo whispered against Jason’s lips. He swallowed dryly, closing his eyes for a simple moment before he dropped his head onto Jason’s shoulder and breathed.

Jason rested his head back against the wall behind him, staring up at the shining and twinkling stars and constellations in the dark blue blanket of a sky. His hands were cradling Leo’s head, fingers tangled in brown curls. His heart thudded in his chest, his cheeks burning and flushed with crimson red as the blood rushed to his face.

It was unfair, he thought.

How easy it was for Leo take his heart and shatter it like a stick hitting a drum, lightning crackling from the ground into the clouds. They were outside by the bar, celebrating with the others late on a summer night where it was hot enough during the day but worse once the sun had set. It was unfair, he thought, how Leo could say that after so long. “I can’t know less about you, Leo.”

Jason could never forget or unlearn what has been engraved in his mind like etchings on stone tablets. He would always remember the slightest shine in big brown eyes when he would gesture wildly with his hands as he spoke about something he was passionate about or the curl of his lips that would spread into a grin that was the most beautiful thing he could witness.

The touches that were searing hot and burned his fingertips into Jason’s skin, every nerve tingling until he was on fire. Jason memorized the specific pattern of Leo’s heartbeat underneath his palm, the scars on his arm that were shaped like a constellation, and how every curl hung over his eyes or curled up on the crown of his head; fluffy, soft curls that felt like he could fly running his hands through each strand and twirling it between his fingers.

He could never know less about Leo Valdez because his very soul was made to absorb every detail about him like the fact he would chew on his lip a few times before biting the inside of his cheek when he was overwhelmed. Leo had the habit of tapping his finger, whistling or humming to himself in concentration. How his voice was smooth but there was quirks of an accent, a rasp with certain words and a slip into the swirls of the Spanish language.

Leo pulled away, his hands sliding off of Jason’s waist to the wall on either side of his head, caging him in as if his mind and mouth was saying one thing but his body and heart were saying another. “This was a mistake.”

Jason looked at him with sad eyes, gripping his hair between his fingers as he shook his head. “Was it? Or are you saying that because you feel guilty? I don’t want to be strangers, don’t do that to me.”

“We should’ve stayed strangers since the very beginning, Jason.” Leo sighed and hovered his hand near Jason’s cheek, heat radiating from the close vicinity of his palm to his skin before he leaned away and gently removed Jason’s hands from his hair. “You’re everything to me, you know.”

“Am I? It doesn’t seem like it.”

“You are.”

“I hate you,” Jason lied and he lied painfully. His body was resting against the wall, using it as support as he stared into Leo’s features, sky blue irises roaming over his figure, his hands, his hair, his lips. He could never truly hate him because he fell in love with him but it wasn’t enough. Jason would never be enough.

Leo didn’t reply for several moments. His hands were limp at his sides, the area was barely illuminated and masked his fingers curling into his palms, nails digging into his skin and created crescent shapes. He knew Jason would never hate him but he wished he would. Leo deserved it for hurting him in such a way, for cradling him and embracing him the way lovers of so many years do. They weren’t official, they never would be, but it hurt. It ripped Leo apart. It was as if smoke infiltrated his lungs and drowned out the oxygen, stealing away his ability to breathe. “I know.”

[crookedghosts]

I JUST REALIZED THAT ANNABETH/LEO'S FRIENDSHIP IS SO FUCKING ALEX/NORA (book!rwrb, not movie!rwrb, even tho kinda) CODED. AND THEN HENRY/JASON ALREADY HAS A PERCY BESTIE... WHO IS SO SMITTRN WITH NORA/ANNABETH....I NEED TO WRITE THIS FIC SO BAD.

[justlikearat]

My personal hc is that the big three kids (Percy, Nico, Jason, Hazel etc) all run colder than most people, Yk, son of the god of the ocean (cold), children of the god of the sky (also cold) children of the god of the dead (like… dead people are cold…). anyway what im getting at is that when theyre cuddling in bed with their respective partners they all get hit with the dreaded ice feet.

[helyeahmangocheese]

I can't stop thinking about how ideas of the afterlife have given people hope to see loved ones, given people peace in the face of death, for forever. but the einherjar don't get the guarantee that they will ever see anyone they ever loved, living or presently dead, ever again. I wonder how many of them think of it as a punishment. no wonder some of them fade away