A Playground Of Graves

a playground of graves

jason grace means ‘healer’ and i’m never recovering from this actually

Jason Grace was a journey.

He was Piper's realisation that this wasn't what romantic love feels like.

And now she stands hand in hand with the woman she loves.

He was the olive branch that Nico took when he was so alone he couldn't even comprehend acceptence, nevermind love.

Now Nico's surrounded by loved ones, he can't believe he was ever alone.

He was the steps that Frank needed to become Praetor.

Frank never saw his own potential, and now he leads army's standing tall and confident in his own skin.

He was the memory that Leo held onto to survive.

Leo always ran from his problems and now he runs towards them with bravery in his eyes.

Because he won't let him down.

He was the last thing Reyna had to let go of.

Reyna always cared for Jason but knew they could never be together.

What once haunted her holds her head up high as she flys into her new life as a huntress.

He was the guider never the guided.

He was their for but a moment and gone the next but he changed all the lives he touched.

They didn't need him now, so his time was up.

Because Jason was a journey but never the destination.

saw your post about lbm suggestions so: I would love to see lbm hauling something way bigger than he should reasonably be able to carry. the more ridiculous the better :D

Sam: "Should we tell him model rockets don't actually fly?"

Tucker: "...nah, this is more entertaining."

oh what a waste, army dreamers

(psst, you can watch this on my youtube, too!)

bonus gifs simply because i liked the way they looked

dude im gonna start using your headcanosn as reference for my own fic what even-

these are all so in character

casey jr headcanons- hobbies

Casey is always down to do whatever someone else wants to do. When he’s around others, he usually relies on joining in on whatever the mad dogs are up to as he’s not one to be left out of the bale. He learns by repeating and is perfectly content with following. It’s nice to be included even when he has no idea what the hell is going on!

He’s happiest with active hobbies. He loves hiking, hockey, basketball, volleyball, bowling, incline skating (a personal favorite way of traveling around the city), parkour, judo, fencing, darts— you name it, he’s played it. The more dangerous and heart pounding the better.

Swimming in the ocean is a big deal for him. He never learned to swim in the apocalypse because the ocean, and most natural water systems, became dangerously acidic. After being taught how to swim (mostly by Donnie), ocean swimming becomes a very relaxing experience for him. Getting thrown around by waves, nose and mouthfuls of salty water, floating totally surrounded by water and the clear sky above him— there was nothing else like it in his future.

Although he works well in a team, Casey finds peace when he’s doing things alone. He’s not a huge talker and he likes to observe and explore.

Urban exploitation is one of his biggest pastimes. He doesn’t know that it has a name and a community, it’s just something he naturally does on his own. He can be found swinging between buildings with his grappling hook, climbing up scaffolding and abandoned factories, evading security cameras, and recording everything he sees in his mask. Occasionally he’ll free fall from skyscrapers. It’s not uncommon for the mad dogs group chat to get the occasional photo of what he found interesting.

Video games can be fun for him too but it depends on the type. Certain genres stress him out. FPS games tend to remind him of certain traumas so he avoids those or will leave the room if one of the boys are playing them. Open world, sandbox, and role playing games aren’t his thing. He gets stuck on character creations and choices.

Small, easy games with clear objectives are right up his alley! Having never played video games in the apocalypse, he’s very bad with most mechanics so the fewer buttons and menus the better. He’s very good with technology but viewing tech as anything other than a tool or weapon confuses him. Things that seem intuitive or obvious for most elude him or boggles his mind, but he’s willing to suspend his disbelief and just go with it. He prefers handheld games that he can take to bed and will sometimes fall asleep playing Pokémon, Nintendogs (digital dogs are much safer than real ones that remind him of krang hounds), and Pac-Man (he’s a nintendo baby).

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