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okay this is kinda silly but like… i feel that somehow, jason would NEVER date a white girl. all the people he’s had crushes on? never been white. it’s just not happening.
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so… it’s time to come clean.
i haven’t posted regularly, i know, and it’s not just the college work. there’s that too, but there’s more.
as some of you know, i’m coming up with a series. but i don’t know when, and i’m also not gonna give you guys a window to it.
but, what i can give, is tell you what is it based of.
this little honey asked me this weeks ago, and i was so in love that the series are coming. probably before june. and i’m gonna rewrite the whole book. which is not easy, since i’m having to copy it from a fanfic i read on wattpad, since my books are in portuguese.
but that’s it. that’s why i haven’t been posting so much. my secret project is not that secret anymore.
#i just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore#jesus i’m such a tom holland-coded person#like#spoilers all the time tf#anyways ig that’s it!#all my love 🍀#postcards from leah
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suits me so well shits weird
@ebony-reine-vibes @jgracie @cinemaconrad @pinkdiorluvr
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒...
I am primarily made up of water, lily pads, and animals with wings, it seems. Thanks for letting me reveal this about myself, @fawndlyvenus!
I shall tag @livsoulsecrets @everybody-hit-the-pyro-cue @lisaxdhehe @randomia-in-wonderland @otherships200 and @kinnbig with absolutely no expectations.
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Jason Grace being canonically fine as hell has me on a chokehold… not even like oh he fine nah like HE FINE FINE FINE
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how do you think Jason felt knowing he looked like Luke Kronos? how do you think this kid, this child who’d been raised to be a soldier, who is so fundamentally good and tries so hard, felt when he realized why the greek campers were uneasy around him.
not because he was roman. the greeks didn’t care about that. but because he was tall. lean. blond hair, blue eyes. facial scar. brotherly disposition.
someone who’d looked just like Jason had been a leader at this Camp. someone who’d looked just like Jason had been a brother here. someone who’d looked just like Jason had taken their trust and shredded it, had turned their siblings against them, had sabotaged their home, had caused so many deaths in his war to destroy Olympus, to be noticed by his father. (something Jason also desperately wants.)
Hera had sent Jason to replace Percy—the leader, the hero. but how was he meant to do that when all any of them could think when they looked at him was traitor?
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guys i'm not gonna post today and i'm so sorry but i have five works due TODAY and the stress is killing me on the inside
yea that's it i'm not gonna SURVIVE-
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percy: im passing the phone to someone who literally gave me grey hair after getting herself kidnapped at the ripe age of 13 making me go get her
annabeth:…im passing the phone to someone who got kidnapped and went missing for 7 months at the RIPE AGE of 16 and now has to wear an air tag on his camp necklace so he doesn’t get lost
percy:……im passing the phone to someone with abandonment issues
annabeth:…….im passing the phone to someone who uses humor to deal with the extreme trauma he lived through as a young tween
percy:………..im passing the phone to someone who’s literal mom is the goddess of wisdom yet she can’t read or spell
annabeth: im passing the phone to someone with daddy issues
percy: im passing the phone with daddy AND mommy issues
annabeth: IM PASSING THE PHONE TO SOMEONE-
grover: guys can i please have my phone back please i just want to ft my girlfriend please
i just love that their all friends and that that is what is first and foremost no matter that percy and annabeth are dating they were besties first so their silly and they’re annoying and i love them as a trio
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imma tell ya that i always loved him. it had been like, four years in the gab between pjo and hoo, and i fell in love with jason the moment we were introduced to him
my perfect sweet boy
@jgracie
Character development is opening the lost hero for the first time and thinking “who tf is Jason?” And then years later being obsessed with him and constantly being in the trenches defending him from the fandom
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he my boy
JASON GRACE HEADCANON CANONS
he's best boy
he's sweet boy
he's caring boy
he's loving boy
he selfless boy
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guys you’re not ready to what i’m planning for next week’s posts….
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⛧° Cooking classes with Uncle Leo
⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧
content: leo valdez x fem!reader blurb
warnings: probably cursing, bad spanish, not proofread. ig that's it?? lmk!!
a/n: i didn't really like this, but i'm posting it anyways lol. dedicated to covey and @/pinkdiorluvr cuz i know they both love leo hehehe
⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧
You never learnt how to cook. A disturbed childhood with a shitty mortal dad was not the best place to get cooking lessons. Or to learn anything, on that matter.
The point is, cooking skills aren’t something you possess, and that annoys you beyond limits. That took you to asking your best friend, Leo Valdez, for cooking classes. Which he immediately accepted. I mean, who wouldn’t want to teach your crush how to cook?
"So, when can I go to your house?” You asked, which made him snap back to reality from just admiring your features.
“Uh... my house?” He asked, as he completely forgot what you guys were previously chatting about. He was too busy with noticing how the freckles coated your cheeks, and how your black hair framed your face in the prettiest way possible. Oh, he was down bad.
“Are you even listening to me right now, Leo?” You asked, waving your hand in front of his face.
“Uh, yeah, ‘course I am. You were talking about the... cooking classes, right?” He asked, a sheepish smile making his way to his lips. You just rolled your eyes.
“Yes, I am. When can I come to your house, hm?” You asked again.
“Tomorrow at seven sounds good to you?” He asked.
“Yeah, that’d be great.” You answer, smiling softly as well.
“You’re gonna learn how to make the perfect pasta alla carbonara, my dear apprentice. It's one of my specialties.” He said, passing an arm across your shoulders and pulling you to him.
Before you could even pull away so you could leave, he planted a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’ to it and darted off, laughing. You were left confused, blushing and smiling as a toddler who just got a pack of candy.
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Leo stood in his kitchen, a grin plastered on his face as he waited for his best friend’s arrival. He was looking forward to it, since he knew that it was a chance of absolutely zero percent that this whole class didn’t end in absolute chaos.
He leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers impatiently, trying to figure when you’d finally come, what clothes you’d be wearing, what shoes you’d wear and in which way your hair would be. Would it be down? Would you put it in a ponytail? A bun? A braid?
Oh gods, he was such a sucker for that damned daughter of Poseidon.
Eventually, he heard the rhythmic knock on the door, telling him that you were finally there, much to his happiness.
“Come on, Valdez, it’s freezing out here!” You complained, just when he finally opened the door and you barged inside, escaping the snow from the outside world. You were in a black coat, wine-red leggings, gloves and a cute scarf so your nose didn’t get too cold. “Finally! Thought you’d leave me out there to die.”
“I’d never do that, princesa. I mean, at least not today, I need an assistant.” He said jokingly, poking your shoulder and teasing you as you took your coat off.
“I’m gonna punch you, I swear to all the gods that I know.” She threatened. He just smiled and walked towards the kitchen, with you following right behind him. “So, what’re you gonna teach me today?”
“We’re gonna make the best pasta ever – carbonara!” He said happily as he pointed at the counter, which was filled with ingredients for the dish – bacon, eggs, flour and cheese were neatly organized in the counter, ready to be turned into a meal.
“If this goes wrong, I'm ordering a happy meal.” You complained, putting the things you brought to make your favorite dessert, a classic that you learnt with a Brazilian friend of yours – Brigadeiro. It's actually the only thing that you can cook without burning down the whole house.
“First, we gotta make the pasta.” The latino said, and you grimaced.
“Why do we have to make it? Isn't it easier to just, you know, buy the pasta and cook it?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s easier. But making it is so much fun!” He said, with a smile on his face, and started pouring flour on the counter, making a small tower and soon making a hole in it. Then he stopped and looked at you.
“What? Is there something on my hair?” You asked, brushing off your hair, which made Leo laugh.
“No, no. I need you to grab six eggs and crack them here.” He said, gesturing towards the bowl.
“Oh.” You mumbled and picked up the bowl, cracking the eggs in it and being extra careful with the shell. When you finished, you looked at him with puppy eyes. “What now?”
“Put them here.” He said, gesturing to the hole in the flour. You nodded and poured the eggs there. “Now, you washed your hands, right?” You nodded again. “Great. Now, you have to mix the eggs and the flour until we have a smooth dough; the pasta!”
You just nodded and put your hands to work. It was cute, since you didn’t seem to know what you were doing, and it was just so cute the way you were unsure on whether you were doing the right thing or not.
“You’re doing great, y/n/n.” He assured. If you looked up, you’d see a proud smile on his face.
After a few minutes of squeezing and mixing the dough, it was finally ready. You looked up at Leo’s face, a proud smile on your face and shining eyes. Maybe cooking wasn’t really that bad, after all. Not if you had a good teacher and friend around.
He was starstruck. He couldn’t even move. You were just so pretty, flour all over your arms and hands, a little spot on your cheek white from when you rubbed the back of your hand on your face. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you in that moment.
But he knew he couldn’t. He shouldn’t do it. Couldn't risk his friendship with you.
And yet you were so tempting, so pretty like that. In his kitchen, with his apron – which was slightly too big for your tiny frame – and with him.
“So, what do we do now?” You asked, interrupting the trance he was in. He shook his head and blushed, embarrassed to be caught like that.
“Uh... the- the eggs. We need to make the eggs.” He said, blushing after getting caught staring at you. “You can whisk the yolks while I cook the bacon. Is that alright with you?”
“Mhm. You just need to teach me how to separate the yolks.” You said, with a smile.
You two continued the cooking, with Leo cooking the bacons till they were golden brown and crispy while you whisked the egg yolks and the cheese together. It was a fun night, where you ate the food you made – which was delicious, by the way – and had fun with your best friend.
The only out of the ordinary thing was that the whole time you were there, the only thing you wanted was to jump on Leo’s lap and kiss the hell out of him.
And his train of thought was not that far away from yours.
Don't get me wrong, he loved to spend platonic time with you, of course. But he really, really wanted to kiss you.
‘Oh, for my father’s sake, what I wouldn’t give to kiss her.’
“...what?” You asked, your face clearly redder with his – more than sudden – confession.
You never thought he’d want to kiss you, much less give yourself the hope that maybe someday that’d happen. No, it was selfish, and you knew – or at least thought – that he’d never ever like his best friend.
But here he was, saying how much he’d give in exchange for a kiss.
“Oh, shit- I said that out loud, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, Y/n, you can really pretend this never happened, I just-” AAAAAND he was rambling. Again. So, the easiest way out of that situation was, obviously, shut him up with a kiss.
He immediately melted. His hands stopped flying around his face and went to graze your neck and waist, unsure, but ready to search.
It was one of the best kisses you’ve ever had, and it was definitely the most awaited one. His lips were cracked and raspy, and he tasted sweet like the juice you had.
When you finally pulled away, both of your cheeks were red and there was a smile playing on both of your lips.
“I kinda love you.” You admited.
“Good, ‘cause i love you too, princesa.”
#all my love 🍀#postcards from leah#leo valdez#leo valdez x y/n#leo valdez x you#leo valdez x reader#cooking classes with uncle leo is up huh#pjo hoo toa#pjo#heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus x reader
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Listening to Olivia Rodrigo bc I’m a Jason kinnie
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I’m probably late to this but
Annabeth: we’re demigods, of course we’re always running for our lives
Percy: we’re demigods, of course we know nothing about technology
Leo: we’re demigods, of course we can never be permanently happy
Percy: dude are you ok
Leo tearing up: no
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“the seven weren't really friends, they were more like colleagues” have you ever considered shutting the fuck up
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Just imagine if Jason got to hold Estelle for the first time, and he just starts to sob, because. shes so tiny and vulnerable, he thinks about how his own mother could even have the heart to abandon him when he was that tiny.
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