i never thought this would happen to me

Ok, so right now I don’t even know how this even happened as I never expected I would surpass 30 followers on my RP blog being as rusty as I am (I have not roleplayed seriously since like 2006 lol). Anyways getting this many followers to my Ardyn RP blog (in like 2 weeks) has really help me kept going on as I must be doing something right? Y’all must like Ardyn being evil af. And I thank you all for following and liking the RPs I do, even my headcanons which I thought would have been mad unpopular as I don’t see Ardyn as a good guy at all have got more attention than I thought they would.

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Bakugou:(Walks into class with cuts and bruises)
Izuku:Are you ok? What happened?
Bakugou:(Glares at him) Shut up.
Kirishima:On the way here he tripped.
Izuku:That’s what caused all that.
Kirishima:No, after he tripped he cursed at the ground and tried to punch it.
Bakugou:It got in my way and pissed me off!
Izuku: I never thought I would see him lose.
Kirishima:He won, look outside.
Izuku:(Looks out the window to see a huge crack in the ground) Oh!

Great Unknown (M.C. Blurb)

Originally posted by popecalum

A/N: I literally wrote this in like, 15 minutes. I had Take What You Want stuck in my head and a particular lyric that Michael sings stuck out to me. Also, I haven’t written in weeks so I might as well post something (sorry that it’s not a full on imagine, but I really like this). I hope you guys like it too :)

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You And Me Up Against The Great Unknown

I guess you could say that the scariest thing about having a loved one in the military is the great unknown. 

I never knew what would happen…could happen. The possibilities were endless and my thoughts sometimes drowned in that abyss of negative scenarios. 

What if he got hurt? What if he disappeared? What if he never came back to me?

Those thoughts plagued my mind every night that I never got a chance to speak to him…to tell him how much I miss him, how much he means to me, or how much I love him. 

I was terrified of receiving that call one day or even one of his fellow military men appearing on our doorstep with the saddening news of him never returning back to me safely. 

He always told me not to worry. That he was a fighter and he would always fight his way back to me, but I could see it in his eyes that there’s that small part of him that was terrified of his words not holding the truth. 

It was another day of not hearing a word from Michael. Him and his group were currently under the radar, as they needed to be, for their current job. This meant no form of communication whatsoever.

On other missions, if he was not under the radar, I could expect at least one Skype call at the end of the week. At least then I’d know that he was okay and I could actually see that he was doing fine.

However, this time, that wasn’t the case. I haven’t heard from Michael in a little over nine months and that thought terrified me. Every day, I anxiously waited for a phone call or for a knock on my door. That isn’t exactly positive thinking, but nine months was a long time with no contact from your boyfriend who engages in physical combat. 

I knew what I had signed up for when I had first started dating Michael. At that time, he was only training to be in the military. It’s been years since then, four to be exact, and he was off on missions to only God knows where and the time periods for these missions kept on getting longer and longer. 

I trusted his platoon though. I knew that they had his back and I knew that he had theirs. They were a family and I would be devastated if anything happened to any member of his platoon, but nothing will compare to the anxiety I feel when it concerns Michael’s safety. 

He can be extremely careless and reckless, which is why before he left, I had pulled one of the guys - Calum - in his platoon aside. I looked him straight in the eye and told him, “Watch over him, please.”

Calum had given me a smile and a reassuring nod of his head. “I’ll make sure he gets back to you, Y/N.”

I snapped out of my thoughts as the sound of a car door closing echoed throughout the eerily silent home. 

My breathing hitched as the sound of footsteps crunching the gravel beneath them became increasingly louder and louder. 

My heart began to pound in my chest as I waited for a key to turn in the lock to signify that it was Michael coming home and not what I’ve dreaded it to be for so long. 

A knock was heard on the door and that’s when my heart stopped beating and my breathing faltered. 


There was another knock again, but this time it sounded twice as loud. 

I shakily stood up from my seat and slowly made my way to the door, trying to prepare myself for the worst…for what I already knew would be told to me the minute I opened that door.

I reached up to unlock the door and my shallow breathing was all that could be heard. My hand touched the door handle and I slowly pushed it down, but so did whoever was on the other side. 

I immediately withdrew my hand and jumped back just as the door slowly opened. 


The door opened a bit wider and in stepped Michael in his black jeans and camo, tightfitting, green shirt with his army bag slung over his shoulder.

He looked up once he had stepped inside and saw my frightened figure, adorned in one of his sweaters and a pair of cotton shorts with knee high socks, standing a few feet from the door. 

He moved further inside so that he was now standing completely inside the house and shut the door behind him. He dropped his bag by the door and turned to face me, not saying a word.

I slowly made my way up to him as he watched me with curious eyes. I reached a hand out and placed it on his chest where his heart was. It held a steady beat under my palm. I could feel it start to race ever so slightly the longer I kept it there. I then used my other hand to run it up his neck and cup his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his scruff. Then I finally looked up into his eyes and that was all it took for me to burst into tears and quickly latch myself onto him. 

“Shh, babe. Shh. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m home.” Michael soothed me as he rubbed a hand up and down my back. 

“I was so scared that I lost you.” I sobbed into his shirt as I clutched onto him, afraid that he would disappear and this would have all been a twisted dream. 

He pulled me back slightly so he could grab a hold of my chin with his thumb and forefinger. He wiped away my tears and smiled at me. “I’ll always fight my way back to you.”

Then, after nine, long, lonely months, Michael’s lips met mine. 

He was home and I knew that I was too.


I thought you were different. I thought you wouldn’t hurt me. You promised me and I trusted you. All the things you’ve told me are the opposite of what is happening to us right now. I thought it’s gonna be you and me until the end? But how? How did you turn into something you said you would never be?

Goodbye Tumblr

After a long seven years of having “impactings”, I think it’s finally time for me to say goodbye.
I turned to Tumblr when I was a scared kid with nobody to talk to and I really figured myself out over the years through writing and the wonderful people I’ve met. For that, I thank each and every one of you who has ever reached out to me or helped me in any way.
I’m now 22 years old and finally feel as if my life has pretty much come together. I have a career that I’ve built up by myself, and I’m doing well. I’m making it on my own. My boyfriend is my absolute best friend and he’s moving in with me in a couple of weeks. Things are going so well in my life and I no longer feel the need to use this blog for its intended purpose.
My awful depression and anxiety is pretty much gone, which I never thought would happen. When I needed a safe place to turn, I used to turn here, but now I have someone in my life that I can use as a support system if needed. I feel as if posting on here has become more of a chore than enjoyable to maintain my 17k followers. Just know I appreciate you all sticking with me. I may be back eventually, but as of right now, I don’t plan on it.
So, thank you all for everything. I won’t be deleting this blog because I may want to look back on it someday. It’s been a long, super cool 7 years.

List of Things I thought would happen when I started updating my art blog more than a month ago:

  • Place for my art and writing
  • Very sporadic updates, I haven’t finished an artwork or written a complete chapter in almost three years
  • Quiet place. No followers except that one friend that always reblogs my stuff. (Thank you)

List of things I never expected would happen:

  • Voltron
  • People followed me??? ???(thank you?? ilu all??)
  • I ended up making thirty+ works in the span of a month. My past self would be boggled. that’s like a drawing per day. HOW.
  • i literally have never drawn a naked person until two weeks ago and even then I put it under a read more because I didn’t want to bother people with it
  • It’s all over my blog now. I dunno. People like it. Might as well.

sharkile  asked:

Hey abt the pedophile thing you reblogged awhile back it made me curious how do you feel about people with pocd? You don't have to answer bcs this topic makes ppl rlly uncomfy but yeah,?

I’m not familiar with POCD but as far as I know, people with POCD are actually very distressed by their thoughts and are terrified at the idea of harming a child. 

So no, I don’t think people with POCD are gross like pedophiles are. I think they are people who are struggling and who need help. So long as they never normalize their urges and certainly never act on them, I would never condemn them as people

Note: I’m not at all informed on this topic and I don’t want this to be a repeat of what happened with feminismandmedia. If you think I’m in the wrong with anything I said above, please, please, please call me out on it. 

When 25 year old me sat there in that gas chamber the only day it did not work I remember having only two thoughts in my mind. That I wasn’t even afraid to die. And that something like this would never happen again since the human race would have learned something.
Today, 72 years later, I realize that I was wrong
—  Stella Tjajkovski, holocaust survivor (written in a Swedish news paper 27th of January 2017, only one week after the inauguration of Donald Trump)

anonymous asked:

Why are you so anti La La Land?

I’m not anti-La La Land at all. I have nothing against it, it’s a cute movie and all. I just feel like movies like Moonlight are more deserving of all of the awards that La La Land has been sweeping up this awards season.

The reason why I want Moonlight to win so bad is because of its story. To have a movie about an African-American boy struggling with his sexuality while growing up is something I thought would never happen. It’s touching and relatable because it’s something that I went through growing up and to see someone that looks like me going through what I went through during my whole childhood really strikes a chord with me. Growing up African-American and gay is difficult because the stigma of showing yourself as weak or feminine is something still looked down upon in the African-American community if you’re a boy. You have to act as masculine as you can to prove yourselves to others or else you would get teased or picked on. Barry Jenkins telling of Chiron’s story through Moonlight paints a story of millions of African American males childhoods. Not only African American males but also other males of color as well.

When you compare that to a musical about a white woman wanting to be an actress and a white man wanting to save jazz, a genre deeply rooted in African-American culture and from slavery…she just doesn’t have the range compared to Moonlight, I’m sorry.

But none of this really matters anyway because we all know that La La Land is going to sweep at the Oscars just like it did with all the other major award shows this season so

3 years

3 years. Thats how long this blog has existed for (technical just over 3 years, but thats by the by).

Its weird. I remember starting this because I desperately wanted to be part of a community I admired so much. Now, I am, and its bizarre. People follow me. People love my posts. People want to see me post. I never thought this would happen.

If I’m being honest, the interaction from Mark isnt as much as some other blogs. But I’m ok with that. 100%. Its his choice. I know he knows about this blog and has posted positive things in the past and thats more than I ever imagined.

I suppose what I want so to say from this rambling post is that if I’m still here in 3 years, I want the principles, of love, acceptance, warmth to be here forever. 

I exist in the eyes of Mark. I want Mark to be proud of what this blog is, and the fact its in his name,

Thank you for the past 3 years, heres to the future.

Oosh out
Thank you for existing

After all the shit I’ve been thru, I never thought I’d have a good relationship. But then you came along and showed me what I should be treated like and I’m so thankful that I’ve been blessed with you
—  Unknown
he gives me so much butterflies making me never want to stop thinking about him. he’s always the last thing on my mind and i’m always making fake little scenarios i wish would happen. seeing him in person makes the butterflies in my stomach seem like nothing. he’s always smiling which makes me want to smile back. his eyes make me drown even though they aren’t even close to the color of the ocean. his voice and his laugh are just so adorable. his personality and how he likes to have fun makes me so happy. he’s so hyper and just so ‘loveable’. i’m falling for him so badly but he can’t see how i can make him happy. how i can help him in bad times, how i can always be there for him, he just doesn’t see how much i want to be there by his side. it stings me just knowing that i think about him all day when he has probably never even thought about me once. i wanna be his but i also want to get over him but neither is happening.
—  rant.