yes i'm actually mormon, stop asking

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[gay-mormon-wizard]

FAQ

I’m LDS and considering that I may be queer. What do I do?

How do you reconcile being a gay mormon?

Isn't the Book of Mormon racist?

What is a mormon leftist?

Are you genuinely mormon?

How are you mormon but also a witch and tarot reader?

You wrote a valgrace fanfiction where Jason goes blind? (tagged #do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?)

What other valgrace have you written?

[gay-mormon-wizard]

Local Yaoi Circle Discusses Solangelo, Reaches Consensus: "It's peak"

[sexchangedotcom]

the internet is a place for reading wikipedia articles and watching every movie for free. social media is an invasive species. never forget this

[gay-mormon-wizard]

how it feels to be a multishipper

[dragongirlbunny]

the ruler is hosting festivities in the capital while the nation collapses, and heretics have caused a schism in the catholic church. i love living in the middle ages.

[dragongirlbunny]

we even have a The Plague

[cucurb]

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

[rappersdoingnormalshit-blog]

[st3fan00]

Why Wayne got socks in the jacuzzi

[whitegirlsaintshit]

those are his hooves you bitch

[warmleveret-deactivated20170910]

as funny as “those are his hooves you bitch” I’m mad that it overshadows that lil wayne really did have socks on in a jacuzzi 

[nenchaenmoved-blog]

can y'all stop just throwing random words together and expecting us to understand it

[re-bee-key]

you had to be there

[dd-is-my-guiltypleasure]

Happy Mamma Mia day !

[pahorans-letter]

these are my own tags but i wrote a short little fic about it while in institute:

Grace can't quite wrap his head around it. "Wait, so . . . Jesus? Like, Jesus from the Bible? He visited you guys?"

Rocky's leg taps thoughtfully. "What Bible, question?"

"Um. It's a book of Jesus's teachings, I think."

"Oh understand. Erid has book of Jesus teachings, too. Very long book. Much to learn."

Grace, raised agnostic and grown atheist, really does not know how to come to terms with the fact that the Eridians know who Jesus is. He hasn’t moved since Rocky mentioned it, not even to fidget. That means that Jesus is real? Apparently? Christianity is right—or, well, the Mormons are right?

"So Erid already knew about humans," Grace states, crossing his arms. That, at least, is something he can address right now. He can work on the whole restructure of his belief system later. "Because Jesus was—is?—human."

"Is not," Rocky says with a vehement shake of his body. "Jesus is like Eridian. Jesus is Rock."

"No."

"Yes. Jesus say so Himself."

"Pretty sure he didn't say that."

Rocky makes a trilling sound that Grace has come to recognize as a huff. "Grace not read Jesus book so he not know. Rocky read Jesus book every day. Rocky baptized. Rocky 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 (endowed). Not Grace."

Grace rubs his eyes with his palms, knocking his glasses entirely off his face. "Well then, how did they crucify him?" he asks, not even trying to hide his frustration.

“No understand word.”

"Crucifixion? They make a cross, like this?" He makes a cross sign with his fingers. "Nailed Jesus up there? How would they nail him if he was a rock?"

Rocky doesn't even hesitate. "Strong nails. Not cross. Asterisk."

Grace just barely doesn't burst out laughing at that image. It makes sense, he supposes. An Eridian Jesus would have to be crucified on an asterisk.

"Look, Rock, I'm no expert on Jesus," Grace says, raising his hands in surrender. "But maybe we have two different ones? Because I'm pretty sure he was human on earth, and the whole thing he did was die for our sins."

"Yes. Die for our sins."

"I mean, like, earth's sins."

"No, die for all sins. Earth and Erid."

"Did he die on Erid, too?"

"No. Jesus died somewhere else. Rocky now know was earth. Came to Erid after."

It doesn't make sense. It would be like - like saying Jesus went to the Americas after he died in Jerusalem, or wherever it was.

Then again, none of this makes any sense.

"Okay," Grace relents, before Mary can intervene on what sounds to her like a conflict. "Okay. So, Eridians are Mormons?"

"Yes, 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅝," Rocky says, a word that sounds like a four-part harmony lingering on a high note. "Mormon. ocky will teach Grace! Like science!"

He might as well learn about Erid's religious culture before they arrive. It's definitely something he ought to be at least passingly familiar with. "Sure, buddy. Teach me."

Rocky hops excitedly. "Yes, yes, yes! Rocky set apart as missionary in case of aliens. Preach My Gospel in my room!"

Grace laughs. "A missionary? Like, one of the guys with name tags?"

Rocky hums. "Yes, I need name tag. Grace make Rocky name tag."

"You don't need that."

"Human missionaries wear name tag. Rocky need name tag."

"Rock."

"Cannot be consecrated missionary without name tag."

Grace sighs. "Fine, but it's gonna be made of paper. Happy?"

"Happy happy happy! Like Plan of Happiness!"

Grace doesn’t ask what that means. He’s sure Rocky will explain everything in-depth, whether he wants to know or not.

[steamypockets]

@gay-mormon-wizard @imliterallyinsanern @oeleruathechronicallyillasshole

[kirby-the-game]

i’m moving this week and feeling very anxious about it!!! so i wrote a song

[steamypockets]

valgrace is canon trust guys

u can use this but just give credit!!!!!

@oeleruathechronicallyillasshole @gay-mormon-wizard @dogwaterdish @blackcatsbrokeglass @imliterallyinsanern @ava-sweeney @i-put-the-hyper-in-hyperfixated

[gay-mormon-wizard]

PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE!!!!

[queenjunothegreat]

Hello hello hello! Back for round two today! I have for you another entry for @rrverseflashfics and this time it goes out to the one and only @gay-mormon-wizard who is in the labs trying to cook up some Jason/Will! I hope this helps your scientific endeavors <3

So, may I present my very first Wilson fic: Doctor's Orders

“We tattled on you,” Kayla said, jutting her chin out defiantly. “And we’re not sorry.” Will looked between them both before scoffing incredulously. “Is that supposed to scare me? I’m head camper, and Mr. D and Chiron have given me full jurisdiction of the Infirmary. What, did you tell dad? Hate to break it to you, but he’s got some really bad time-management skills. He’ll be down here in six minutes to six years. So, just who did you tattle to, exactly?” “Uh, that would be me.” Will whirled around to see his boyfriend filling the entire doorway, looking every inch the Roman superhuman he was. Will’s eyebrows knit. “What are you doing here?” “Kayla said you needed a day off and refused to take one,” Jason explained. “I’m here to make you take it.” “Yeah, all right, Hercules, let’s see you try it,” Will snorted, turning his back on Jason to focus on his work. Turning his back was a very foolish decision. *** Riordanverse Flash Fic Fridays 2026 "Sickfic"

Will knew how getting sick worked. He was a– well, he wasn’t a doctor, exactly, but he was the closest damn thing Camp Half-Blood had to one. He’d been in the Infirmary healing people since he was a whopping twelve years old, and in order to be a healer, you had to know what made people hurt in the first place. He knew that the best cure for the common crud was not getting it in the first place, and the best way to do that was with a good diet, plenty of water, and at least seven hours of sleep a night. 

Unfortunately, Will’s days usually consisted of four pots of coffee, cat naps whenever he found fifteen minutes to sit still, and a peanut butter sandwich, if he was lucky. He was rarely lucky. 

So, it was no surprise when Will woke up in his bunk after about four hours of fitful sleep with his head throbbing, his muscles stiff, his throat scratchy, and a spectre of death looming over him. Still, the Infirmary wouldn’t run itself, demigods would keep trying to kill themselves, and Will would keep patching them up so they could haplessly wander in front of another round of archery practice or fall off a pegasus or trip face-first down a ravine or pick a fight with an acid-spitting monster or half-drown themselves trying to kiss an Nereid or– Well, there were a lot of things that could go wrong at a training camp for child soldiers souped up on divinity and new ones were being discovered each and every day, much to Will’s chagrin. So, with a groan that sounded more like stone being rubbed against stone than he cared to admit, Will swung his legs over the edge of the bed and forced himself to face the day. 

Kayla and Austin both tried to argue him out of working that day. Kayla said that he’d get other people sick, and Austin claimed that he looked like he was one heavy breath from just falling out right in front of them, but Will just flipped them off, ignoring the way his vision was getting fuzzy at the edges, and got back to work. He did his best to ignore them, but in his current state, he could only tolerate their concerned glances and shared whispers for so long before he snapped.

“Do the two of you have something you’d like to share with the class?” he asked sharply after Kayla did an interpretive dance with just her eyebrows and Austin nodded solemnly back at her.

Kayla glanced between him and Austin a couple times before she cleared her throat. “Well, we’ve tried telling you to take the day off nicely, but you wouldn’t listen to us, so we, uh…”

“You, uh… what?”

“You can’t be mad at her,” Austin said sternly. “It was my idea.”

“What was your idea?”

“We tattled on you,” Kayla said, jutting her chin out defiantly. “And we’re not sorry.”

Will looked between them both before scoffing incredulously. “Is that supposed to scare me? I’m head camper, and Mr. D and Chiron have given me full jurisdiction of the Infirmary. What, did you tell dad? Hate to break it to you, but he’s got some really bad time-management skills. He’ll be down here in six minutes to six years. So, just who did you tattle to, exactly?”

“Uh, that would be me.”

Will whirled around to see his boyfriend filling the entire doorway, looking every inch the Roman superhuman he was. Will’s eyebrows knit. “What are you doing here?”

“Kayla said you needed a day off and refused to take one,” Jason explained. “I’m here to make you take it.”

“Yeah, all right, Hercules, let’s see you try it,” Will snorted, turning his back on Jason to focus on his work. 

Turning his back was a very foolish decision.

The thing that Will had forgotten in his nearly delirious state was that Jason was a very physical guy. If he saw a problem that he felt needed to be fixed, he’d use his whole body to fix it without a second’s hesitation. At that moment, Will was a problem Jason felt needed fixing, boyfriend status be damned, so Will was hoisted up, and flung over Jason’s shoulder without a shred of remorse.

“Jason Grace! Put me down this instant!”

“Are you going to come with me voluntarily?”

“No!”

“Then no.” Jason shrugged, which Will felt because he was being handled like a god damn sack of flour, then turned to face Kayla and Austin, who were grinning like the traitors they were. “Bye, guys. I’ll see if I can get him to nap.”

“I’m putting you two on KP for a month,” Will growled, but it did little to curb their amusement.

The trek through Camp was, quite frankly, the most humiliating thing Will had experienced up to that point in his life. Jason had no problem tossing Leo and Piper around – the freaks even seemed to enjoy it – but that was because they were short. Will, standing at a proud six foot, was at least seven inches taller than them both. Unfortunately, Will was also lanky everywhere but his shoulders and biceps, which made him a  prime slinging victim. Apparently.

“I hate you,” Will seethed as Jason casually tossed him on one of the Zeus cabin beds. Much to his dismay, his body immediately betrayed him and all but melted into the cloud-soft mattress. “You’re literally the worst person ever.”

Jason ignored him and just climbed in the bed, flopping his entire body on Will like a dog napping on the rug. There was a concerned crease between his eyebrows and a frown on his lips as he brushed his thumb over Will’s cheek. “You’re almost as hot as Leo.”

“Jason, I’m your boyfriend,” Will drawled, trying not to press into Jason hand like a cat. “I don’t know how things are done on the Roman side of the river, but Greeks typically don’t tell their boyfriends they’re only almost as hot as another guy.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jason said softly. “You really are sick, aren’t you?”

Will wanted to insist that he wasn’t sick, just stressed out and tired, but Jason’s big blue eyes held him in place and stripped his defenses down to nothing. “It’s not that bad.”

“But it is some bad.” Will didn’t correct him, so Jason just nodded his own confirmation. He leaned in for a kiss, and without thinking Will’s hand came up and shoved him away. Jason looked like a kicked puppy. “What was that for?”

“I’m sick,” Will snapped, and that was the first and only time he’d actually admit it. “I’m not going to let you get yourself sick, too.”

“I have a really good immune system.”

Will narrowed his eyes. “Sorry, but the only person whose immune system I trust is Leo’s, and he’s hotter than you.”

“I said that’s not what I meant!”

“I know exactly what you meant, and I know what I mean,” Will said, arching his eyebrows. “Leo’s resting body temperature is high enough to kill pathogens, so his is the only immune system I trust. He’s constantly running a fever.”

“Oh.” Jason looked very sulky and watched Will with those big eyes of his. “So no kissing.”

“Absolutely no lip-on-lip action.”

Jason’s brows knit for a moment before he suddenly brightened. “Okay then.”

Before Will could even think to question it, Jason once again used his body to solve a problem. He placed his massive hand over the bottom half of Will’s face, then pressed a long, happy kiss to the back of his own hand. When he was done, Will was left laying there shock still, blinking. “What the hell was that?”

“Kissing with absolutely no lip-on-lip action,” Jason said cheerfully. “Will that work?”

There was no universe where that would actually work, but Will was too busy being a dumb, stupid teenager in dumb, stupid teenager love, so he just breathlessly nodded. “Uh-huh.” Jason smiled like he’d solved world peace and kissed him again.

Jason got sick the very next day, and Will didn’t look Kayla in the eye for a week. 

[gay-mormon-wizard]

I LOVE IT SO MUCH

[rrverseflashfics]

Riordanverse Flash Fic Fridays

July 17th

Sick Day/Fic 

Care 

Lyrics 

“Unlike you, I actually…” 

Free Choice

tag @rrverseflashfics in your work, submit on ao3

[queenjunothegreat]

Ooooooh, I spun Jason/Will on my little rare pair wheel. Sick fic could DEFINITELY be fun with those two...

[gay-mormon-wizard]

AYOOOOOOOOO

[queenjunothegreat]

Okay, so I know I said they'd KISS, but the prompt is sick fic, so there won't be any lip on lip action from this fic lab y_y Please forgive me

[gay-mormon-wizard]

It's ok they spiritually kissed <3 just like I'm spiritually kissing YOU for remembering me and gifting me the work <3

[gay-mormon-wizard]

chapter 28 of my soldez fic is OUT NOW!!!

@steamypockets @ziggykatzexual @i-put-the-hyper-in-hyperfixated @itsyaboi-eli

[ziggykatzexual]

you still have not replied to my comments💔💔

[gay-mormon-wizard]

I WENT TO SLEEP

[gay-mormon-wizard]

“no one does horny as FUCK like will solace”

— @ziggykatzexual on chapter 28 of my soldez fic