Gloomy coquette
please just read the whole thing
feminine urge to get a sweet little drink and drive around and listen to music boys would never understand
Reading through an anti Annabeth/anti percabeth post is just an exercise in saying “she was 12. she was 14. that’s her fatal flaw. you’ve misread the book for children. you’ve misremembered thing. cite your sources. you don’t know what a toxic relationship is” over and over.
white girls haunting the narrative core
Me: existing
Also me: suddenly gets hit with the thought that I am my father's daughter and I will slowly break and destroy everything I love due to my crippling anger issues