longer than everyone else

These are the lessons I have learned, the words left unsaid, the words that have resonated in my heart.

1. Don’t compare yourself to other people. Each and every person goes about life at their own pace. It doesn’t matter if it takes you one month, three weeks, or a few years longer than everyone else. Do not lose your individual color trying to catch up to the world.

2. Look at where you are, who you’re with, what you’ve become. That is exactly where you need to be. Do not be afraid of the future and do not dwell on the past, because at this exact moment you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Do not doubt that.

3. If you’re depressed and you know it, admit it. That is the first and most important step to recovery. Don’t cover it up with facades like a band-aid. Nor should you wrap yourself with it like a blanket. But throughout that whole process of healing, know that you are still you. When you’re humming along to your favorite Daphne Loves Derby song or when you’re crying in the corner of the bathroom, that is still you.

4. Accept that others want to help you, too. You are not meant to go about this life alone. No one is. There will always be a community of people, small or large, that is willing to stay by your side. Some moments might be obvious and come in the form of a telephone call or a hug. Other times it may be that they see bits and pieces of you in their day, and that is enough. You don’t need to do everything alone.

5. Guard your heart but do not barricade it from the world, even from yourself. I believe it’s been long enough and you owe it to yourself to open up.

6. You had a very simple dream in high school. You wanted to touch people’s lives, to help them love themselves in a way that you never could. You wanted to make sure that everyone saw a light, even when they couldn’t see it themselves. Even if it was only one person, that was your dream. Right now, at this moment, you are accomplishing your dream. Remember that.

7. You will have your time to leave on a new adventure. It may not be now or in the next month, but that time will come. And when it does, be ready to leave without looking back. One day you’ll be able to stretch your wings.

8. You will be okay.

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i’m sick and i wanted an excuse to stay up so i spent about 2 hours making these! here are hq sprites of ayato, shizuki, tsubasa, haruto, celis, soichiro, and taiga from arithmetic’s “seven hotties, all my husbands”; feel free to use them as you like (although credit would be much appreciated~)!

A/N: Didn’t exactly know how to begin or really end this so I left it on a ‘cliffhanger’. You can either end it how you wish or I may continue it when I have finished all of my requests and you guys react to this well. Please tell me what you think!

(P.S: I’m very sorry for my absence and my poor writing quality but I’m still very poorly. I’d like to thank everyone for the well wishes and thank everyone else for sticking with me because it’s gone from posting pretty much twice a day to not knowing when I’m going to post. I promise I’ll get the current requests done as soon as I can but I hope you all understand if it takes longer than expected. I hope all is well with everyone else out there and as always, please feel free to randomly chat, ask me random questions or give me some feedback. After all, you guys are the best medicine I could have)

(P.S.S: I also love Ben Affleck too which is a bonus and if you’re anything like me, this can swing both ways ;))

Request(s):

Anonymous: Hi! Could you do an imagine where joker gets jealous of batman since the reader is old friends with him and they were at a party together. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense :)

Warning(s): Swearing, violence

Word count: 1,765

PART 2

MASTERLIST

•••

Your closet was packed with tons and tons of clothes and while you found all of them suitable to wear to a party, you just couldn’t find anything. You never knew how much stress it was just going to a party, let alone dressing for it.

Maybe it was because this one was different. You had been invited to a party by Bruce Wayne, your old friend. In school, you two were inseparable as best friends. You’d go everywhere together and do everything together. You were practically joined at the hip. That was until his parents were murdered. You can still remember the look on Bruce’s face as he had told you and the way in which he cried. It sounded like utter pain and helplessness and you knew there was no way that things would be the same again. In the end, he pushed you away, which was understandable. To this day you still wished you stuck by him, despite being pushed away, because you could have helped him get through it and still be friends now.

But that would mean you wouldn’t have your other best friend, the Joker. Your relationship with him was a weird and complicated one. It was never easy with the Joker, especially since he was a dangerous criminal but more importantly because you fancied the crap out of him. You guys had started off as friends, god knows how, and something just clicked. You knew the Joker didn’t have many friends, if any at all, so when he found you, he did everything to keep you as his friend. Not that he needed to, of course. It was his fault that things had changed. You were hanging out at his one evening and you were messing around and having some kind of play fight (he was very heavy-handed) when he just kissed you. It was intense and electrifying and you, not knowing what to do, just kissed him back. That’s when you got feelings for him. But since it happened you guys had never spoken about it and pretended it never happened. So you never knew what he really felt about you and you were angry at him for making you fall for him like that. You were doing great until it happened.

You snapped yourself out of your trance and concentrated on the current dilemma in front of you. There were so many dresses and you didn’t know which one to wear. Long or short? Loose or tight fitting? And oh my god there were so many colours.

“Fuck it.” You mumbled, with your eyes closed. You waved your hand about in front of the clothes and stopped somewhere around the middle, opening your eyes to see your hand right in front of a black dress. It definitely wasn’t the best way to choose a dress but now you had taken it off the hanger, you thought you might as well stick with it. After all, it was only Bruce who you really knew there. And from what you can remember, he never judged anyone, least of all you.

Slipping on the chosen dress, you admired yourself in the mirror. It was a beautiful black lace skater dress, one that you forgotten you even had. It complimented your neutral makeup and loose wavy h/c hair perfectly and you were quite proud of the way you looked, which was a first. Pairing it with some cute boot heels, you quickly grabbed your purse and left for the party.

You followed the address on the invitation card that was sent to you and found yourself pulling up at a rather large and very expensive looking house. It gobsmacked you. How on earth could Bruce… Your Bruce own such a gorgeous house? And the amount of people dressed in posh attire was outstanding. As you slowly climbed out of your car, you looked down at what you were wearing, suddenly feeling very out of place. Everyone else looked lovely and compared to them you looked… well, you looked cheap.

With caution you entered the building, gazing around the room. There wasn’t one part of the house that didn’t have something for you to look at and by the look of the amount of people there, it didn’t seem like you’d be seeing Bruce, so the walls and ornaments were the only entertainment you really had. Was this a waste of time?

You were considering leaving and just going home when a light tap on your shoulder caught your attention, making you turn around to see the face of your old friend. He had changed so much and it almost brought a tear to your eye.
“Y/N Y/L/N. After all these years. Look at you! You look… w-well you look…” He stuttered, earning a giggle from you. He may have changed but his ability to express things certainly hadn’t. “You look amazing.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Mr Wayne. It’s been so long! How are you?”


“I’m better.” He simply said, looking down at the floor. There were so many emotions being brought back to you. You were just so happy you were reunited with him and that was thanks to the Joker. He was telling you about how much he hated this guy and as soon as you heard the name being mentioned, you freaked. Of course Bruce had heard your name floating around too. You were well known by quite a few around Gotham for being the Joker’s best friend (which, by the way, was quite dangerous (but it was worth the risk)). “Y/N, I’m really sorry.”

“Bruce, stop.” You told him, putting your hand on his cheek. His skin was a lot different to how it used to be. It used to be smooth and now it was all rough. It was still him though. Tears were brimming his eyes slightly, him coughing avert the attention to his eyes and to push them back. “You did what you had to do to recover. I forgive you.”

His smiles were what you lived for back in the day, it would always cheer you up. And here it was, only a lot sadder. It was clear you both regretted leaving each other. You guys were practically twins and you were just suddenly parted on such awful terms. But it didn’t really matter anymore, because he was right in front of you and you felt like a kid all over again.

“Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me, Y/N.” He smiled, offering his hand. As if by coincidence, a slow song had begun playing and a few couples had taken their places at the centre of the room while the rest just hung around in clusters. You looked at his hand and back to his face, the look on it the same as ever. Small hand in large, you were lead to where all the other dancers were and placed your hand on his shoulder as his hand rested on your hip, both your bodies swaying to the music. In the moment it felt as if you had never been apart…

Suddenly, four loud gunshots echoed in the mansion causing everyone to scream and the music to cut out, many people rushing to the corner of the room furthest to the door. You and Bruce were still in the centre of the room, Bruce seemingly not scared and you absolutely shitting yourself, despite being best friends with someone whos life revolved around such things. In walked three men, dressed in suits and holding machine guns, pointing them around the room until it landed on the man opposite to you.

“Boss, he’s here.”

Following them, your eyes widened when you saw bright green hair, a pale face and those dark red lips that you always wanted on yours ever since the day you felt them. It was the Joker and he looked angrier than you had ever seen him. Bruce’s grip on you tightened where as you relaxed a little. You knew him and you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Although by the look on his face, he looked like he would just about do anything at that moment.


“What are you doing here?” You asked, genuinely confused as to why he had turned up. He took slow and intimidating steps towards the two of you, his eyes casting downward to Bruce’s hands around your waist, pulling you protectively into him.

“Get off of her.” The Joker growled, his icy eyes wild with rage. Bruce didn’t move, just stared back at the Joker with just as much anger. This was the most intense you’d ever seen the both of them and being in the middle of it was killing you. “I SAID GET OFF OF HER!”

Everything was all a blur after that. The sight of the Joker punching Bruce square in the jaw was all you could comprehend. The guests were gasping at the sight of the Joker and Bruce rolling around on the floor, knocking each other about while you were thinking of something that would stop them. You knew there was nothing you could do.

“Not so strong are you now, Batman?”

What?

“Back off, Joker. She doesn’t want you!”

What?

“STOP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, the people in the room flinching and the Joker and Bruce actually pausing the fight, hands still on each other, to look at your face which was fuming. “What the fucking hell are you doing?”

The Joker let go of Bruce’s collar with a push and stood up, his shirt torn and almost hanging off his body. Bruce soon followed, standing alongside the Joker looking flustered and angry but a little embarrassed with himself.

“Y/N,” Bruce began, stepping towards you. “He’s dangerous. Please, I’m begging you, don’t get involved with him anymore. You’re in serious danger, the whole of Gotham is talking about the two of you.”

In an instant the Joker raised his arm, pointing a gun to Bruce’s head. The Joker’s breathing was heavy and he looked like he was about to catch fire and you had never before seen him in such a state. He must really hate him.

“Put the gun down.” You warned through gritted teeth. But this time, he didn’t listen and instead pulled the safety. Bruce just smirked and glanced in your direction.

“Don’t you get it?” He spat in the Joker’s face, grabbing his gun and throwing it across the room. “Joke is on you. She doesn’t love you! You’re shooting to miss.”

TO BE CONTINUED (maybe).

2

Gif source:  Here

Imagine Carol thinking of you like a daughter and teasing Daryl when she realizes he has a thing for you.

——— Request for anon ———

Daryl was a hard read sometimes, but Carol somehow managed to notice the little things in his behavior that would be his tells. Like the way he would watch you a little longer than everyone else, before looking back to whatever he’d been doing before you’d come into his vision with an almost guilt-like air for staring too long. Honestly, Carol thought it was hilariously adorable, just how shy he was about his feelings for you. Not that anyone else had noticed just yet.

Perhaps another reason she’d noticed was that she, too, watched you like a hawk sometimes, but in a completely different way than Daryl did. For her, it was the motherly instinct in her, even if she didn’t entirely realize it at first. Something about you just screamed that you needed it, and she’d found herself thinking of you like a daughter before she’d known it. She cared about you and she cared about Daryl.

So of course, when Carol had realized his silent pining, she’d had to tease him a bit, “Want me to ask Glenn to borrow his polaroid? A picture will last longer.”

Daryl’s eyes snap away from where you were working next to Rick in the field, the slight blush that tints his already flushed cheeks is hard to notice considering the heat of the day had made everyone a little redder by now, before he looks at Carol with a form of shock, “Don’t know what your talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Mm-hm,” she hums, unconvinced, with a smile on her face as she watches him glance back towards you before he begins to walk away from her. He’s possibly already out of earshot when she chuckles, “I’m sure.”

youtube

Full video of the proposal. Begins with the dancing around at the final bows and extends longer than everything else we’ve seen with more celebratory hugs from everyone.

Highlights:

  • 1:04 - Merv goes to pull Peta over from where she was standing to be closer to the front/to Maks
  • 3:27 - Maks makes a comment about none of what he’s saying being written down or practiced. Makes a joke about speaking better with his legs.
  • 3:39 - Begins talking about how SWAY is all about family
  • 4:06 - This is when the good stuff starts. Maks is noticeably nervous.
  • 5:40 - Picks up where all of the other videos have left off with more celebrations
Day 345: Together

Post battle Bush Medicine fluff for Cuddly Anon!


The camper was dark when Medic arrived. It had taken him longer than he’d liked to finish patching everyone else up, and the last rays of sunlight glinted off the aluminium siding as the campsite finally came into view. The hour wasn’t terribly late as of yet, but Sniper had always been one to follow the rhythm of nature rather than the hands of a clock.

In his hand was a worn black bag. A relic of his past life, but one that had been rediscovered in the past few months when he’d somehow fallen in with a man who prefered folk remedies to actual science. Bandages and iodine, swabs and sutures, it had seemed like ages ago since he’d used anything so mundane.

There was a key in his pocket that unlocked the door and he stepped inside to the smell of sweat, dirt, and two day old coffee. Clothes were piled on the floor where they had been lazily discarded as their owner crawled his way to bed. In what little light remained, Medic could see the angles of Sniper’s shoulder and hip as the marksman lay curled up on the bunk.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” Sniper grunted his response, his voice muffled by blankets and pillows.

“Is that so?

Sniper shifted in the bunk, and Medic didn’t miss the stiffness in the movement. Of course, if a few aches and pains were the worst things Sniper had brought off the field, it was a good day.

The black bag was set down on the table to be forgotten until morning as Medic readied himself for bed. His clothes were neatly folded and left on the table as he made his way into the small bunk that had become his second home. Sniper scooted forward just a bit to give him a little more space and Medic settled himself behind. He pulled the blankets back over them both and draped an arm over Sniper’s waist before resting his chin over Sniper’s bony shoulder to nuzzle the dark hair that was somehow untouched by grey and always smelled of campfires.

Silence settled over the camper as both men slowly relaxed. Medic let a foot slip between Sniper’s legs, gently rubbing up and down to feel the sinewy muscle before tangling them up together. His hand felt the slight softness around Sniper’s middle, an endearing trait that spoke more to Sniper’s ability to have stayed alive this long than to any lack of fitness on his part. Fingers ghosted over scars both old and new. There was a soft hiss as they strayed across a tender patch, and Medic knew that he’d be tending to the bruising in the morning.

“Sorry, luv. Not gonna be much fun tonight.” Sniper murmured. He rolled over to face Medic, who rolled over onto his back to let Sniper lay his head on his chest. “Ain’t as young as I used to be.”

“Neither of us are, mein liebe.” He looked down into Sniper’s tired eyes and ran his hand through the thick campfire tinged hair. It was true. Neither of them were getting any younger, and respawn only kept so much of age’s advance at bay. More frequently than not, this was their own comfortable routine; enjoying the stillness of night far from prying eyes. And neither of them would trade it for anything.

Medic removed his glasses and set them on a small shelf. Then he returned his hand to Sniper’s back, gently tracing the line of his spine until the soft beating of the heart so close to his slipped into the easy cadence of sleep.

Sad tragic thought of the stream:

Keyleth gonna live 1000 years longer than everyone else. Keyleth is gonna have panic attacks when the necklace just randomly starts beating then falls cold over the next few centuries until it never beats again

He stares at the phone screen half absent-mindedly as he tries to hack and eat his chips at the same time. He sees your last message for Jumin, and he tries to smile, really, as he takes the phone and breathes a sigh of relief.

He hums. “So, it’s Jumin this time, huh?”

He’s relieved you chose someone who isn’t him but he has been here longer than everyone else, it get can a little lonely. A little lonely that you’re free to choose anyone other than him when there’s only you for him.

Seven puts the phone back and decided not to disturb any romance you’re building with Jumin. He swallows the lump in his throat as he tries not to cry and do his job. He will wait for you to finish Jumin’s route and maybe, just maybe… you’ll choose him after that.

***

707: It’s not too late to choose me
707: It’s not too late
707: It’s not

Seven deletes the whole message and writes another.

707: Haha. I’m happy for the both of you! I’m sure as hell invited for the wedding right?!

****

@adhd-is

ADHD is being constantly told to “apply yourself”

ADHD is getting made fun of for being unfocused in class

ADHD is taking 30 minutes longer than everyone else to finish a simple math test

ADHD is forgetting to eat for days at a time because your meds make you feel full

ADHD is nonstop fidgeting

ADHD is difficulty making friends

ADHD is crying in class because you don’t feel capable

ADHD is the development of intense fixations and obsessions

ADHD is not being able to have a bad day once in a while without someone asking if you’ve taken your meds

ADHD is my reality

ADHD may be tough, but I’m tougher

So..

As I’ve gotten older and have explored the world around me I realize more and more that I have autistic tendencies. I may look normal and carry myself normally but I don’t think normally. For the longest time I thought I was just going to take a bit longer than everyone else to learn like in school but at the end of the day I felt normal.. this is something that I’m going to bring up to those around me because I can’t see anyone else walk out on me because I seem a certain way. I’ve done so much to work on myself and get over these issues that reside inside me and I now know what it is I’ve been dealing with this whole time. I’ve worked a lot of those knots out but I still need those around me to understand and give me a little more time.
-things will be ok-

Could Have Helped II Dhani&Qhuinn

dhanilyman:

For a brief moment, Dhani had been relieved. Holding you breath? Piece of cake with a cherry on top. At least for him. Good moment gone, he worried over the others, terribly as he sat on the sidelines, a towel draped over his shoulders, in his swim trunks, shivering slightly from the after chill. He wasn’t even out of breath. He’d literally been training for this, well not this exactly, his entire life. He’d taken to water as a child like a fish. He’d competed in swimming even since late middle school and knocked the record off when he tried out for the swim team in high school. There could not have been an easier event for him short of a quiz on the Beatles.

Which is why he felt so massively guilty over everyone else. He had easily held his breath longer than anyone, almost. It was not something he was proud of at the moment. It was… so damn unfair. Especially as Daisy, Dannie, Elijah C, Skyler, and Rory, his friends, were still in their tanks, struggling to hold their breath until the tank drained again. He counted the seconds, sometimes holding his breath as well. He could have trained them, if he’d  known ahead of time. The slaves in chorus classes would have an easier time of it, he knew, having been in one himself, breathing exercises at the start of every class warming up. But Dhani was a trained swimmer. The best thing he did, better than piano and guitar, far better than surfing, better than his writing, was swim.

He could have helped.


Qhuinn had never felt like a bigger idiot. She was a smart woman, but apparently puzzles were not her thing as her darling Finn had been in that damn tank for five cycles while she struggled with something an ape could have done better. He’d finally gotten out, and she had instantly wrapped him in a towel an taken him back to her place with demands to rest a little while. She knew he wanted to help his friends, but hopefully he would listen. Meanwhile, she armed herself with thick towels and Thermoses full of warm tea and headed back into the fray. Hopefully Ciaran wouldn’t find her rocking under a table this time. Being there with Finn, feeling the fear and strain of those all around her, had already left the empath in a frazzled state. But she wasn’t hanging back..that wasn’t her way.

The wolf made her way through the crowds, the tray in her hands rattling a little as she shook. She set it down and approached the first person she saw, replacing their wet towel with a dry one. “Would you like some hot tea or something?” she asked softly.

@dhanilyman

Rise.

Stupid Ninjago Jokes Episode 1
  • If only it were a myth
  • Skylor: *stands at a balcony*
  • Kai: *keeps a lot of distance and admires her from afar*
  • Nya: *shows up randomly* Don't stare for tooooooo long!
  • Kai: Why not?
  • Nya: JAY. TELL HIM.
  • Jay: Oh yeah! I read about it in a book once! It says, that if you stare at a redhead for longer than 10 seconds, you'll fall in love.
  • Everyone else: *falls silent and stares at Jay for 5 seconds. Then they run, screaming around the place*
  • Jay: ... What did I say?
  • Cole: *runs covering his eyes* Don't look at him!
  • Clouse: Master Chen, the guests are freaking out over some myth again.
  • Chen: Oh boy. *walks over to the others* CALM DOWN.
  • Everyone else: *stops whatever they're doing*
  • Chen: Don't worry everyone, it's just a myth. And if it were true, y'all be falling in love with me! *holds up a picture of his younger self—with natural red hair*
  • Everyone else: .... AHHHHHHHHH *runs and screams again*
  • Chen: Wait...if everyone is freaking out about it...then it must be true! *causally walks to the running and screaming people* My admirers, come hither!
  • Clouse: *facepalms* Oh my God.
  • Chen: *grabs Jay* Tell me admirer, how fabulous do I look today?
  • Jay: Uh....
  • Cole: *runs into a wall with blindfolds on* Stay away from Jay!
  • Turner: Here's a solution! Stay away from Skylor, Jay, and Master Chen and we shall be safe!
  • Bolobo: What about you? You have red-ish hair.
  • Everyone: .....*runs and screams like little girls*
  • Clouse: *doublefacepalms*