I honestly can’t fathom why some people don’t see how good the Duchess of Cambridge is for the Royal Family. Look at today’s engagement: she visited a mental health charity, attended a meeting about it and had multiple impromptu fun moments with the children involved. She is radiant and spontaneous and the Royal Family is lucky to have her on board.
Frajyle happens to be on the outskirts of the forest, muttering to himself as Bee approaches. He’s unaware of her presence, seeming to be too focused on something else to notice her.
“Should I gift these to her? It seems positively silly… For her small size, and despite my threats, she does not seem to fear me. It’s strange… How can–”
He cuts himself off when he finally hears the fluttering of Bee’s wings and turns in surprise to see the very pokemon he was just talking about, offering him a flower. Though her sudden appearance had surprised him a bit too much that he shot upward and turned to flee, only to crash into one of the nearby trees. He had been too much in a hurry to faze through it.
His mask cracks, and the flowers he was holding fall from his hands. Frajyle’s a bit too flustered to care about the state of his now broken mask, or retrieve the fallen flowers. He felt the need to hide and quickly disappeared into the forest, hoping Bee did not overhear him talking to himself.
The mask, and the flowers he was going to gift Bee with still remain. An Almond Blossom, symbolizing hope and contemplation. As well as a blue periwinkle, symbolizing the beginning of a friendship.
Joker and Harley have a pretty decent amount of tattoos(some in difficult to reach places), do you think they helped each other out in the aftercare department? (I'm an apprentice-tattooist and I can't help but think about that lol)
Ya, I would think so!
I can definitely see Harley needing J’s help since hers were all done once they got together :)
That isn’t to say she doesn’t believe in bad things. She knows intimately the way that life can throw an unrelenting series of bumps and curves, enough to make it feel like you’ve lost control and the only way out is to turn into the spin. She’s lived that.
She knows what its like to want to sink into the bed, to want to pull the covers up over her ears and block the world out until tomorrow, or next week, or – forever. You can’t pick when those days will be, when life will come after you with teeth bared. But getting up is a choice. Moving forward is a choice.
She doesn’t believe in bad days, because its her choice what holds her down.
But today is really giving her a run for her money
My mom’s so wild. When I’m at an even temperament she’s like “oh you’re not mentally ill, you have great control of your emotions”. And when I refer to myself as mentally ill she rolls her eyes, but when I’m severely depressed she’s like “you need to go see a doctor and get medicated, you need help”. She also still refuses to believe I’m bipolar even though I’ve been diagnosed for over half a year by 3 different doctors (and been showing the signs for years). But when I’m manic she’s always threatening to have me committed or saying “you’re scaring me, why are you acting like this?” Gee, I have no ideaaa 😒She’s also the sort to believe PTSD is a myth or that people who suffer from it should just “get over it”, so talking to her about my experiences is a no-go.