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a blink, and you're 11. 13. 15. 16.

17.

Here's the thing.

At least you get a few years for it. You experience the time as it goes.

Jonathan Kent did not get such a reprieve.

It is over far too fast.

Puberty is hard. An experience. A transitioning, a rite of passage into something newer and terrifying.

Kyptonians aren't quite humans, you know?

Good thing Jon isn't quite either.

Walking is hard. His legs are too long for his body. (They're not. His body is too big for him now. Stretched and growing without him.)

He has to navigate through familiar rooms with unfamiliar dimensions- duck your head or you'll hit that doorway. Don't make that step or you'll stub your toe on that chair that used to be so much further away.

It doesn't hurt him, no.

Something stings.

(It's not his body.)

Some people are forced to grow up too fast.

It's an odd thought, really. You can speak well. You say things in complete sentences and enunciate very steadily.

( Enunciate is a nice word. You like using words like those. Words that once upon a time made grown ups look at you with shock and amazement and Look At Her Isn't She So Good? )

But you are not so good with words.

You cannot express what you wish.

I Love You is a very true thing. You Love people. But Love is just a word, and it cannot begin to express what you feel for people.

I would die for you, you tell your best friend.

She is smiling when she says she would rather you not, but you can feel what is best described as Bittersweet Sad.

That is the issue with emotions- you can never find a word that perfectly encapsulates what you feel in that moment.

Your other friend laughs and calls you both dramatic.

You do not understand.

You would die for anybody, but definitely for your friends. You do not see the issue.

Their expression twists, and you can feel the Realisation hit. You are not sure what they realise, but you can hear a 'oh, they're not joking.'

You ask why you would joke.

They tell you reading their mind is creepy. They are laughing. You sense Not-Negative.

Oh.

You did not realise.

You apologise anyway, because you did not intend on reading it.

It happens, you think. When you say things and people interpret them like you meant something else. That odd realisation.

You don't understand. You are good with words. Your report cards say as such. You are a bright young student.

But they misunderstand you regardless, and you are not so good with words.

-

Your friend is sad.

I am Sorry for Your Loss, you tell them, because that is a socially acceptable thing that you can use. You are upset that they are experiencing grief.

[ ] was a good person, they mutter.

You do not tend to think of people as particularly good or bad, but this person has hurt your friend.

It is better that the person is not around.

[ ] hurt You, you remind them. Do Recall That-

They laugh, cutting you off.

You sense something mad and sad and funny-not-really.

You Really have a way with words, don't you? They say.

Whatever. It's fine. Thanks For The Attempt.

They sound upset. They are upset. You can see it in grey purple on their shoulders, and you try to send the grey purple away.

'Why are they staring? Why can't they just leave?'

Listening to people's thoughts is creepy. You turn and leave.

-

You are not so good with words, and they are bitter on your mouth. There are social niceties to consider, and sometimes honesty is Not the best policy, and many other things.

You hurt people feels with your words sometimes. You don't like them.

You choose actions instead. You cook and create and draw and provide painkillers. You appear when needed and provide aid. You are good at that, maybe.

You are not so good with words, but perhaps this is enough.

( It isn't, really, but you make do. )

( There's a strange irony in this, this inability to talk to people. You swear you were better once, but maybe you weren't. )

( You should be better. )

( You know people, after all. What they want, what they feel. You just need the right words to say. )

( Sometimes you want to just change their emotions yourself. You could. You can. But is that fair? No. You refuse to be Bad. )

( Very well, then. You will figure out what to say. You will figure out what they Want and How to make people experience Happy Positive Emotions, as you should. )

( ...oh. )

( You realise you can't read emotions over the internet. )

You are not so good with words.

I wrote this during the lead up to my 30th at the beginning of the year but had a few things to accomplish before I could publish. Finally, I’m there and with full confidence and conviction...

the thirty things I learnt at 30! This is an ode especially to my sisters and things I wish I could tell a younger me. And things I’m glad I have come to internalise, live and breathe in preparation for someday raising a daughter iA

Life and time pass either way, do that thing you’re nervous or afraid to do. There is never too old, there is never too late, there is now and there is this limited time we are given, the time will pass regardless, so spend your time, or at least moments of that time, doing what you want.

Our lifetimes aren’t especially long, you’ll blink and the years fly by, but, it is still a long time so don’t settle with how you spend that time, or who you spend that time with.

You don’t have to settle for lukewarm, or the bare minimum. You deserve bubbling joy, softness, safety and warmth to look forward to everyday. Yes, there is a comfortability in the familiar, but don’t be a martyr in the own narrative of your life. Accept and embrace the joy you deserve. I promise there is SO much better out there.

The one person guaranteed to stay with you your entire life, is you. Love yourself, learn who you are, what you like and dislike, what brings you ease, what disturbs this ease. Work on yourself, support yourself, carry yourself, love yourself. You have to stay with yourself until your last breath. Your relationship with yourself (After God) is the single most important relationship of your life. Nurture it.

It’s never to late to walk away. From a job, a path, an attachment, a person.

Your body knows a thing before your brain catches up sometimes. Listen to it. That uneasiness in your stomach is telling you something. The sooner you listen, the sooner you can act on it. (I’m not talking about your lactose intolerance, but it could also be that!)

Be the person you needed when you were younger. Whether it’s a big sibling, a maternal figure, a mentor, a confidant, a listener, an encourager, a scalder, be that person you wished you had when you were younger.

Master the art of listening and listen more than you speak. And in the moments you’re quiet, question am I simply waiting to speak or am I really listening?

Everything always makes sense in hindsight. I PROMISE.

Work work work on your growth and emotional maturity and intelligence. If you have done zero work on yourself, you have zero business thinking the world and its people owe you anything. Do not disturb the peace of another when you yourself aren’t at peace with yourself.

Curate the life you want and deserve. From the things you wear, eat, consume, the people you surround yourself with, the spaces you occupy. Decide who you want to be, and be them.

Your body is entrusted to you from God. Don’t be lazy. Look after it. It’s going to carry you throughout your life until your very last moments. Take care of your body. Pump your lungs with air, push your heart to race, stretch all the muscles, dance, run, jump, spin, twirl, rest, jump some more. Your body isn’t designed not to be used.

Being in love is one of life’s greatest joys and blessings. Enjoy it. but protect yourself and heart, please.

Humans are not created to be individualistic. Find your tribe. There is a community for everyone. Sometimes it’s not the one we are born into. But you will eventually find one and feel at home. Until then, keep your heart open.

To my sisters, be weary of men. Even the Muslim ones.

Even the married ones.

But know that there will also be men who remind us this scary and sad world for women has hope. There is warmth and kindness and gentleness and protection and commitment and trust and joy and love, so much love, to be found. And we will have a handful we get to enjoy and spend time with, bicker with and belly laugh with. Remember this. Welcome them when they come.

Communication is everything. Master the art of communicating. Communicate effectively, and most challenges can be overcome. Fail at this, and it will be hard.

Don’t lash out on your loved ones in anger. If you do, be quick to apologise.

Things always seem better in the morning than they did the night before. When sad, go to sleep and rest your tired eyes, I promise things will be better in the morning and you can tackle last nights problems with a clearer head. 

Rediscover the joys of your youth and revel in them as an adult. The nostalgia is an added bonus.

Learn basic life skills, how to sew a button, cook a handful of staple dishes, drive, assemble things, how to test the smoke alarm, being self sufficient is important and sexy. Do it!

Make to do lists. I don’t know how or why but they make productivity fun and satisfying.

Don’t eat in bed, change your sheets, no outside clothes, and bags on the bedding, make your bed a sanctuary and cosy home for you to rest your tired eyes, body and soul in.

Invest in your health. invest your focus, your time, your efforts. Once health is compromised, we will miss times we were in good health. our bodies are everything.

Enjoy the ease and peace that comes with walking away from dysfunctional situations, mindless debates, places, people etc. Choosing peace isn’t always easy, but I promise, you will love the ease that follows and wish you’d done it sooner.

Love your people hard. Let them love you hard too. Just love. It’s a verb, a doing word, so do it. This is what makes the world go round. Truly.

Read up on boundary setting, narcissistic abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, bread crumbing, orbiting, love being used as a tool for abuse, tell others when in situations linked to the mentioned. Abusers tend to want to isolate you, it’s your loved ones/sisterhood/community who will hold your hand out of this shit.

Study hard, get your bag up, have a support network outside of your partner/family, get your finances in order, travel and live pre marriage, you deserve it, and you want to create stories to look back on and tell your kids so they too can live a fulfilled life!

the ways we play god CH.1-4 | OVERWATCH | M-RATED |

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Relationships: nope not a ship central fic Characters: Genji, Hanzo, Mercy, Reaper, McCree, Tracer, Moira Tags: blood, genji’s cyberization, canon-typical violence, blackwatch, more tags to be added later Words: 14k for all 4 chapters up atm

i like to write stuff sometimes. also draw.

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CURRENTLY WATCHING DOCTOR WHO FOR THE FIRST TIME, FREAKING OUT .A LOT.

dc oc writing, quick drabble of jo "slapstick" green interacting with damian wayne. author IS sleep deprived, and also apologises for inability to write damian. ( has never written damian )

I'm waiting here for nothing and I feel like such a fool

can't go back to where all the pedestals crumbled down

it's just me myself and I all alone in crazy town

I'll wilt away and wither in my own melancholy

but then again my exile was entirely on me

so give me just a second and I'll wait here now alone

for all my friends and all my love I still have to atone

the skies are blue and I am too and I think that that's okay