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
Radiohead In Rainbows 2007
Percy Jackson if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!
Annabeth Chase if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!
The laziest femme you know with the messiest bedroom is daydreaming about being a housewife to a butch rn
Leo Valdez if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!
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.
Reyna if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!
sorry for being weird online. i'm even worse if you see me in person
“Healing begins when you share your story with safe people.”
— Unknown