GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.
Terrible day to be a House MD and Radiohead fan
“Healing begins when you share your story with safe people.”
— Unknown
I used to think healing meant feeling nothing—
no ache, no fear,
just clean slates and steady hands.
But healing, I’ve learned,
isn’t quiet.
It’s crying in the shower
and still showing up.
It’s being afraid
and doing it anyway.
It’s doubting yourself
and choosing to try again.
Sometimes,
it’s laughing so hard you forget
why you were hurting.
Other times,
it’s getting through the day
and calling that enough.
I still stumble.
I still carry the weight.
But life keeps showing up
in little ways—
a stranger’s kindness,
a song I forgot I loved,
sunlight that lands on me
like it meant to.
I used to search for signs
that things would fall apart.
Now I look for proof
that I’m still becoming.
And I find it—
in my softness,
in my strength,
in how I keep going
even when it’s hard.
No, I’m not fully healed.
But I’ve stopped calling myself broken.
The good still finds me.
And this time—
I let it stay.
- DK
sorry for being weird online. i'm even worse if you see me in person
Me trying to convince my friends to read the Green Creek series
Leo Valdez being a good cook means EVERYTHING to me. Like, this guy has been practically on his own since he was a kid; of course he’d have survival skills like cooking. One of my favorite small scenes in The Lost Hero is when he made the tacos for Piper and Jason because it really is such a great way for him to show his love and support for his friends despite everything else going on. I just keep imagining Leo noticing his friends are stressed and dropping off gifts of food without even acknowledging it. Imagine Annabeth coming back to her cabin after an awful day of searching for Percy only to find her favorite food sitting on her bunk in a container or Jason being silently handed a wrapped homemade meal after spending the day helping Leo on the Argo II. I just need other people to see and understand my vision here.
rip magneto you would have loved killing elon musk
Radiohead In Rainbows 2007
annabeth in 1st grade: look under there
some kid: under where
annabeth: you fool. you absolute moron. you are such a monumental idiot that you don't even realize what you just said. i am a verbal magician-