When Sherlock Said “taking Your Own Life. Interesting Expression, Taking It From Who? Once It's Over,

Autistic Valgrace.

Autistic Valgrace.

Autistic Valgrace!

anyways, Jason's really sensory seeking but acts sensory avoiding, while Leo is very sensory avoident while acting very sensory seeking

I've always wondered why I and so many others crave to see our favourite characters bloodied and beaten to near death, choking on vomit, collapsing to the floor in what may seem like senseless torture but may actually be some sort of coping mechanism, and I have thought of a few reasons.

You crave the vulnerability that comes with physical and/or mental trauma.

It's not the whump itself, but rather the comfort that comes after it. Fainting and waking up to worried faces, wet cloths and hushed whispers of a family that you yourself will never experience so you project it onto a fictional character. You just want to be seen and taken care of.

You're suffering from a physical/ mental illness and want some form of comfort or solidarity.

If you write, you revel in the control you have over another where you have no control in reality.

If you write, you're expressing your own inner pain through writing.

You want to feel something.

You're just horny in the sex-repulsed way and whump is your smut (?? What does this even mean)

You're just horny.

why must a fic be "finished" is it not enough for it to be lovingly daydreamed over a period of 6 months.

leo was cold and jason gave him his jacket

bonus doodles under the cut

"back on my bullshit" in reference to recurring hyperinterests dating back to middle school and beyond

five dialogue prompts for characters who have a hard time resting :)

"Don't sit up. You'll rip your stitches."

"You need to calm down. Your heart rate is spiking."

"Stop trying to get up. I don't want you fainting again."

"Lie back down, please. Your fever is too high for you to be moving around."

"I know we have to keep moving, but if we don't treat that wound now, it'll slow us down even more."

"cool character I guess..." I mutter, walking away with a suspiciously character shaped lump in my throat

"all the ladies love leo" the ladies are jason

despite what canon says, if a fanfic writer’s in love with a blorbo, they can never die