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crxdus:

                             “Huh? but you do stuff all the time?”

          There’s a mixture of confusion and curiosity in rin’s voice as he rocks back and forth ever so slightly, watching his friend tear a piece of paper into pieces with what seems to be barely concealed frustration while he speaks. the boy sees leo doing stuff all the time—– not being able to focus on the stuff he’s doing didn’t seem like an issue his friend would have, hence the bewilderment at the other’s words.

                             “What happened? y’look frustrated.”

          “ That’s— I know I— ” 

     Leo cuts himself off with an irritated huff; he is frustrated. It’s stupid, and he should be used to this, since he deals with it a lot (well, not a lot, since this is one of the symptoms he seems to deal with less, but enough). 

     “ Nothing happened, I... ” That’s kind of the problem. Despite his best efforts, all he’s managed to do today is nothing. “ I just can’t... do anything. Right now, not in general. ” Sometimes it feels like he can’t do anything in general, but that’s a very different problem than literally not being able to get anything done in the present.

[speaksmachine-blog1]

open.

        “ imagine if i could get anything done.” there used to be a full piece of paper in front of him, but he keeps tearing it into smaller and smaller pieces. “ focus for ten seconds. ” he’s going to run out of paper soon, and he has to clean this up afterwards. neither of those facts stop him. “ sure would be something. ”

[speaksmachine-blog1]

gonna be honest i scrolled down this dash for literally 15 seconds and saw like 3 people who i have no idea who they are or when i followed them or even if we’re mutuals... who in the heck are like half of yall. also im alive and im on break and im back or whatever!!!

[speaksmachine-blog1]

listen: im awful and university is highkey murdering me, but my semester ends in 2 weeks so hopefully i will be back during the break + my summer semester since im taking less classes. in the meantime im gonna be here for a couple minutes 2 go thru followers & do general cleanup bc this blog is a mess always and then you can find me on my personal, pls talk 2 me i love u all even if im not here ok bye again see yall in 2 weeks

[timaltman]

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boywithflyingshoes:

His answer made Hermes raise his eyebrow and there was an amused smile on his lips. “Kind of confusing answer but I assume that it means no,” he laughed, tucking his fingers into the pockets of his jeans. It was one of his usual movements; he had to always be doing something. Sometimes little things, like ruffling his hair or shifting the weight from one foot to another, was enough. Sometimes he needed to bigger movements, like drawing shapes to the ground with the tip of his shoe. If the hyperactivity was really bad, he didn’t even stand still. Then he would be walking and using his whole body while he would be speaking. Now, he was having a good moment.

“Yes, to talk,” he repeated, slightly tilting his head. “To talk about you coming back. What did you think? That I’m here to make a straw poll about how demigods feel towards us? We don’t need to do that, we are already aware how you guys feel towards us,” he continued and his tone was light. Again, he had been joking but not about the fact that they knew what demigods felt towards them. They were aware of it. They were aware that  they may not be the most wanted people on their lives after everything they had put them to go through.

“I’m here to find out that you feel that you are okay. Coming back from death isn’t a simple thing to do, and it may have some side effects.”

Yikes. It doesn’t always occur to him that the gods are, in fact, paying attention to them, so negative opinions probably made their way up to Olympus fairly often. They don’t exactly hide the less than great things they have to say; the only reason they bother at all is because the gods could obliterate them if they wanted. Leo’s almost glad they don’t dwell on that. 

Almost.

“If I feel I’m okay?” he echoes, followed by a weak laugh. Does he feel like he’s okay? He’s functioning. He’s trying really, really hard not to think about it. Ignoring it isn’t really making it go away, but it’s not like he can talk to anyone about it. Even just thinking about it now makes him feel guilty. He shouldn’t be having any side effects, or at least, he should keep them to himself after everything he put everyone else through. He does keep them to himself. The nightmares, the constant thinking about it, the guilt, the memory of being literally blown up—

Everyone was so angry. Angry, and upset, and with good reason. They mourned him. The fact that he’s experiencing side effects at all makes him feel terrible, let alone talking about it. And even though he’s willing to bet Hermes didn’t mourn his death, it’s really the principle now. 

“I’m... fine.” He scrunches up his nose, trying to rephrase that so it doesn’t sound like an outright lie. “I’m alive.” Duh. “I mean I guess there’s been— It’s been an adjustment I— I mean I didn’t really think it’d be easy or whatever but I just— I mean, it is what it is, right?” Another pathetically weak laugh, and his stomach lurches. Pull yourself together. “Everything has consequences, or whatever.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, partly to stop from fidgeting, partly to stop them shaking.

[aphroxbiteme-blog]

HELLO FRIENDS. I HIT A MILESTONE SO YAYAY AND I WANTED TO THANK SOME OF YOU PERSONALLY

Okay so, I only recently made this blog, and honestly I was super nervous leaving a fandom where I knew people to go fandomless (kinda) with my oc. I wasn’t sure what to expect and didn’t know if anyone would actually interact/follow me. To my pleasant surprise so many people welcomed me with open arms and made me feel comfortable and happy. At times I’ve doubt my muse but you’re all so supportive and nice and I love you all. 

So yes, I’ve complied a list ( hopefully haven’t forgot anyone ) of a few special people. If you’re on this list it means either, interacting with you is flipping amazing and I want to hold you close and love you forever, or I admire you from afar and seeing you on my dash is great and I want to hold you close and love you forever. 

Keep reading

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misspokcn:

something in piper seems to ignite, a fire in her stomach that doesn’t revive her but leaves her drained and sapped of energy. she feels like wood crumbling into ash. more than anything, she wants to be held, to climb into bed with leo and bury her face in his neck and wrap her arms around him and simply sleep, relishing in his body heat and let him light her up from the inside-out. she crosses her arms over her stomach, under her chest, tries to focus on the tangible feel of her body. better not to weird him out.

she doesn’t even notice that her breaths are stuttery and that her eyes are wet until she tries to speak, and all of a sudden her throat clamps up and she wants more than ever to slip into sleep, into a calm nothingness. but sleep won’t be calm unless she has leo, but she will not allow sleep and leo to be in the same sentence. that… is just too weird.

“yeah,” she whispers, her hand moving up to her mouth as she chases the way her voice breaks with the onset of tears. god, this is– this is stupid. she doesn’t know why she came here, it’s just that leo is her only friend and he just gets her in a way that no one else does, setting off fireworks in her heart and making her feel warm inside. “you know what– i’m. i’m sorry, i should’nt’ve–” she swallows, tries to compose herself, eyes focused on the ceiling. “you don’t need to get up if– if you don’t want to. i can go… back. to my room. i just…”

my thoughts are scaring me. i don’t feel safe. you’re the only place that feels like home.

“… wanted company, i guess.” your company, she almost clarifies, but bites her tongue just in time.

    “whoa, hey—” he stops moving when he hears piper’s voice, joking smile turning to concern as he looks toward her. “piper, are you—” he starts to reach for piper’s hand without thinking about it, although he backs out just before grabbing it. just because he’s a tactile person, doesn’t mean anyone else wants contact when they’re upset. 

     “okay, well, first of all, if i didn’t want to be up i wouldn’t have got up,” he says, smile creeping back to his face, although he can’t really keep the concern at bay. “don’t go back to—” he can feel heat rise to his face and he tries to change the direction of that sentence to sound less... desperate to make her stay. “really, you don’t have to go back to— i’m here to be company if— if you want.” lame, says a voice in the back of his head, and really only marginally less desperate. 

    is it really so bad he wants her to stay? piper is the person he’s closest to here. actually, she’s probably the person he’s closest to at all. even if he was having the best night’s sleep ever (it’s him, so that’s never happening, but whatever), if she wanted to get up he’d get up. he might fake complain about it, but he’d get up. 

    would saying that make her feel better or would it just be weird? weird, probably. he’s never been the best at reading people. or comforting people. or people, like, in general. he tends to be oddly okay with piper, but she’s upset, or something, and he’s not sure what to do. his fingers tap on the side of his leg, mostly to stop himself from reaching for her hand again. 

     “ so what’s up?” he doesn’t want to say ‘what’s wrong’, so this is the closest approximation. 

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misspokcn:

@speaksmachine // call. (tho technically this was an exchange over im)

it’s not unheard of for girls to sneak into the guys’ dorm. piper just never thought she would be one to do it. it just seems stupid to her, attention-seeking, the wrong kind of image. but as she tossed and turned in her own bed, loneliness crept into her heart and made its home. leo makes her feel warm inside, like she’s finally found a friend, someone she won’t lose. she thought about it for what felt like hours, too-hot and too-cold under the dorm’s scratchy blankets. and then she thought, fuck it, and the covers came off and she slipped into a pair of faded jeans.

now, she’s starting to regret being so impulsive. she hovers over leo’s bed, watching him sleep and anxiously glancing over at the other guys around. she does not want to be caught here.

“valdez,” she whispers harshly, not wanting to touch him at first out of some sort of respect. but then she abandons that and moves to shake his shoulder, a light touch at first, and then harder, more forceful. “valdez. valdez. leo. wake up.”

     leo has always been a light sleeper ( well, provided he’s not horribly sleep deprived and has passed out, anyway ); getting into the habit of waking yourself up in the middle of the night will do that to you. he’s mostly awake by the time his shoulder is touched, although he’s assuming it’s morning and he’s being woken up by a roommate, so he shuts his eyes tighter and curls his fingers around the edge of the pillow, hoping they’ll go away and just let him be late for like the fifth time this week. 

    it’s just barely processing that the voice talking to him doesn’t sound like a single person who would plausibly wake him up in the morning when he’s being shaken a second time. awake, but groggy and a little confused, he pushes himself to a sitting position and rubs his eyes, squinting in the almost non-existent light. 

    “mclean?” it’s louder than he means it to be, and he casts a furtive glance around the room to see if anyone has moved, before continuing in a whisper. “what are you doing here?” there’s barely any pause before he tries to amend that statement. he doesn’t want piper to think he doesn’t want her here. “i mean— i’m cool with you being— i just didn’t—” oh, get a grip, valdez. he swings his legs off the bed and moves to stand; it’s safe to assume she doesn’t want to stay here. hell, now that he’s awake, he doesn’t want to stay here. “any particular reason we’re sneaking around in the middle of the night?” he asks, reaching blindly in the dark for a pair of jeans, and maybe a sweater. “or could you just not wait until morning to see me again?” 

[hubriistic-blog]

all work and no play, let me count the bruises.

                                                                                ( art credit. )

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byanger:

[ sms:  leo 💕 ]   :/ [ sms:  leo 💕 ]   gee, wonder why he wouldnt laugh.. and ur definitely not the hot one compared to anyone lbr ( ur cute tho so u still get points ) [ sms:  leo 💕 ]   i know it’s very well hidden

[ sms: enamorado ] do u know how hard it is to type out an insult to someone after they call u cute

[ sms: enamorado ] say something mean so i can be mean back

[ sms: enamorado ] id like it to be known that i do think my jokes are funny and you just dont appreciate them enough tho

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boywithflyingshoes:

Clearly he had managed to surprise the demigod, or then he just didn’t know what to say to him. Or then it was both. When he heard him calling him Lord, a smirk appeared to his lips and he glanced at down. “There is no need to call me Lord now,” Hermes said when he raised his eyes to him again. After he had heard that the demigods knew manners, he usually let them easily and allowed them to call him by his name. But if they didn’t, well, then he usually demanded respect from them. “Just call me Hermes. Harry or Harold are fine too, if you want to use them. I use them as my mortal identity. They don’t rise so many questions.”

The god tilted his head, looking at the shorter boy while he was speaking. He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling when Leo mentioned emergencies. Could he blame him? He was aware that visits from the deities hardly ever was good news for demigods. “You aren’t in trouble, unless you have done something which you shouldn’t have done,” he started and smirked to him. If he had done something, Hermes definitely wasn’t the best god to give a punishment. “And we are fine. Well, as fine as we can be with our daily fights about everything. But no, we don’t have any emergencies now. I’m here to talk, and only to talk. I’m not giving you any missions, unless you are getting bored and want to do something. I’m sure I’ll be able to find something for you from my to-do list.”

“Uhm— okay.” It seemed a little excessive to call Hermes by a code name; personally, he didn’t think it would draw that much attention. Lots of people had weird names, right? Surely some mortals also had the same names as ancient greek gods. But it wasn’t really a point he wanted to debate, so Harry it was. 

Leo couldn’t promise he hadn’t done something he shouldn’t have done. That tended to be what he’d done most of the time, so statistically, he probably had although he only offered a nervous smile in response. It quickly fell at the prospect of getting a mission— he has had enough of that for a long time. 

“Uh, nope, that’s totally fine. I’ve, uhm, never been less bored in my life.” That sounded a little more... disagreeable than he intended, but it sort of came off as a joke anyway, so here’s hoping Hermes takes it in stride. He cleared his throat, trying to direct the conversation to a new topic. Specifically, why they were having it at all. “To talk? About what?”

[speaksmachine-blog1]

۝

three, two, one!

        it’s about one minute to midnight that leo realizes nico may not know about the whole ‘ kiss at midnight ’ holiday tradition. nico seems to be startlingly behind on little things like that. jokes and dumb traditions often seem to be lost on him ( something that leo is trying hard to rectify, but it’s definitely slow going ).

        he also realizes he has no idea why they do that. this really is part of the problem; leo never seems to have any context or explanation for most of the things he’s introducing nico to. does this even have an explanation? at one point, probably. now it just seems like an excuse to kiss people. maybe that was the original reason; who knows ? actually, now that he thinks about it, that’s probably the case ( unless it’s like, a superstition origin, but it’s not bad luck not to kiss someone on new year’s eve ).

       “ hey nico, do you— ” he’s cut off by a shout of ‘ thirty seconds ’, which takes his mind off of it completely for a couple seconds of shouting and whooping. plus, is this really a conversation they can have in less than thirty seconds ? it usually takes much longer than that to explain things to nico ( which he will adamantly insist is nico’s fault and not his, even if his explanation is sometimes just repeating what he already said in different tones while nico gets steadily more irritated ). he doubts they have time to explore nico’s knowledge of new year’s eve traditions in thirty seconds.

        well, fifteen, now. well—

        “ ten ! ” doing is the best kind of learning, isn’t it ? “ nine ! ” maybe a heads up is in order, though, since the clock was kind of running down on the explanation path. “ eight ! ”

         “ hey, just so you—”

         “ seven ! ”

         “ —know, i’m gonna— ”

          “ six ! ”

         “ —kiss you— ”

         “ five ! ”

          “ —at midnight. ” he follows this with an obnoxious grin, and now he’s missed several numbers of the countdown by shouting over them ( gods, did nico even hear him ? he decides probably; he’s not generally a quiet person ).

          “ four ! three ! two ! one ! ”

          true to his word, the countdown comes to a very loud finish and he presses his lips to nico’s, hands on nico’s shoulders, pulling him closer ( he’s half on his toes to accomplish this, not that he’ll admit it ).

          it’s only a few seconds before he pulls away, laughing. “ it’s a new year’s tradition, ” he says, “ happy new year, nico ! ”

[speaksmachine-blog1]

۝ - samtheaphroditekid (If you're still accepting these?)

three, two, one!

        If Leo had to guess, he’d say probably around half of what he does is do to a lack of impulse control. Which isn’t always a bad thing. Many problems get solved by quick thinking and quick thinking relies on impulse. Sometimes, though, there is no problem, and he just makes impulse choices anyway.

        He’s spent most of the night in a state of constant enthusiasm about the New Year, and the minutes leading up to it are no different. Someone gives the five minute warning and Leo immediately switches topics and repeats it Sam, even though they both definitely heard the shouting of “Ten minutes!”. It’d be kind of hard to miss it. He has to stop himself from standing up (mostly because if he stands up, Sam might too, and he is so tall and at least when they’re sitting the margin of height difference is not so drastic. Slightly, anyway).

        It goes like that, Leo interrupting the conversation with increasing frequency as they approach midnight, repeating the amount of time even though they both can hear it being shouted. It’s two minutes to midnight when the first inkling of ‘impulsive choice’ pops into his head.

        Here’s the thing: he’s almost sure Sam won’t mind. Or at the very least, he’s almost sure it won’t be a big deal. Or, well— he’s definitely sure that he just wants to.

        It’s one minute to midnight when his brain goes You’re actually gonna kiss him, aren’t you? Maybe his conscience is just resigned to him doing whatever he wants anyway? Just hung up his coat and was like, sure, fine, whatever, not like you ever follow any advice.

        “Ten! Nine! Eight!” To Leo’s irritation, he’s so preoccupied with his own thoughts he misses shouting the first number of the countdown, although he doesn’t miss any others. 

         “Seven! Six! Five!” A grin is exchanged between the two of them. 

         “Four! Three!” Doubt starts to form in his mind, but common sense left it a little late to back out now. 

         “Two! One!”

        The One is barely out of his mouth when he turns, grabbing Sam by the collar and pulling him in, closing the gap between them. The kiss is quick, only a few seconds, and Leo laughs when he breaks it, leaving any sense of humility behind for the new year (well, for now, anyway).

         “I think it’s really important to honor holiday traditions,” he says, by way of explanation, and cracks a grin. “Happy New Year.”

[speaksmachine-blog1]

have u guys ever watched the speed racer movie bc there’s a scene at the beginning where rex takes speed driving n then lets him drive n speed crashes the car n they come home w/speed’s head all bandaged up and he’s like “that was AWESOME!!” and their parents are just scared and so mad and rex is just behind him like “its fine he didnt die please don’t kill me”

anyway that scene is leo n harley n the parents are the entire hephaestus cabin + will when they have to go to the infirmary.

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byanger:

[ sms:  leo 💕 ]   wow, thanks so much [ sms:  leo 💕 ]   oh do u?? i’d love to meet him, what’s he like [ sms:  leo 💕 ]   fitting since im almost always being sarcastic

[ sms: enamorado ] ❤️  ❤️  ❤️

[ sms: enamorado ] hes ok. he doesnt laugh at my jokes enough and obviously im the hot one but we make it work

[ sms: enamorado ] really i never noticed

[speaksmachine-blog1]

Person: girls or boys?

Me: *and