things that happened a year ago

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you but I used to follow your blog religiously a while ago and I was wondering what happened to you masterlist of fics?? I don't know whether it is just me but in your bio it isn't there any more. Thank you!!

It’s still on my blog and accessible through my tags page, I just removed it from my bio to discourage more people from sending me fic requests. Even though I haven’t been taking them for almost a year, I was still receiving requests quite frequently, which is rather stressful, and I thought that having such a visible link to my old rec lists might mistakenly give the impression that I’m a fic rec blog. My updated bio also helps make it clear that my priority is now femslash :)

vaguelygenius replied to your photo “some doodles of old ocs, Annabelle and Samantha i did last night. ”

What happened to Samantha(?)’s shoulder? :0

Originally it was a grenade meant for her father but the story is currently on the backmost of burners and would need massive rewrites to be realized again, haha. 

Samantha had to have some internal organs/her heart replaced (with STEAMPUNCK BULLSHIT TECH) and ended up with some extreme scarring. Unfortunately the science is a little TOO shaky to be believed which is why theres no concrete “What happened” at the moment or if the injuries will be significantly altered.  I wrote this concept YEARS ago so as a result as ive gotten older Ive realized a lot of things just dont make sense or require WAY too much of a suspension of disbelief to work XD


Okay, so I’m gonna take you on a trip… this is the story of my trichotiomania.

It started out just pulling hair on my head but hardly any. It was a nervous thing, I still do it but my head isn’t an issue. Then about a year ago… things got bad.

It started out just a little half centimeter of eyelashes and I was scared. So I tried to cover it up… turns out it can’t be done. After a while they started to grow back….

Buuuuut I pulled again…. and that was all until a couple months went by and it kept happening but it was slow….

Until it wasn’t.

All the sudden without any warning or leading up… I had pulled out all if my eyelashes on my left eye. That’s when I knew it was bad…

From there it only got worse. Then I started pulling at the other eye. Then my eyebrows.

That’s when it got real noticeable. It was always only one eyebrow, but I still hated myself for it. In the beginning I didn’t know that it had a name…
I thought I was alone
I thought I was a freak
Something had to be wrong with me
No one else had this

For a while I was alone and in the dark.

But my dad looked it up and it turns out this is an actual thing. I’m not alone I’m not a freak, and nothing was wrong with me… for the most part.

I was scared that people talked bad about me, because every time this bitch said she didn’t like a girl, she would put her down because of her eyebrows. Like they looked like sperm and I was terrified because if this chick is talking about the shape, then what is she saying about me Cuz mine are gone. So I’m really open about it, if people know that it’s a mental disorder then I hope it stops them from making fun of it. My mom thinks I’m seeking attention when I tell people about it but I’m just trying to protect myself from criticism.

I bought an eyebrow pencil and it was hard because I had to find the shape. Most people just fill them in, I had to draw them on.

That did help with self confidence though. However if I didn’t have time in the morning I was anxious all day long.

It’s slowly getting better. My eyelashes are almost completely grown back and im sooo happy, it was hard seeing the pictures of girls and their eyelashes were perfect and I didn’t have any. But it’s getting better. My eyebrows may be gone but they are slowly coming back. The last picture is today…

I want to say that everyone who spreads love about people like me. Thank you so much, you might think that saying you love us, and telling us that we can get through this doesn’t matter. But it means the world to us, it tells us that we aren’t freaks, but we are people who are struggling with the way our brain is.

This disorder sucks but we can get through this.

I love you and we can do this. Belive me, we can get through this. It may not go away, but this won’t control us. This will not determine who we are and what we can accomplish. Thank you.

afriendlysoldier  asked:

Why dont you do a comic that is a completely new idea?

because i really dont want to stop this comic. ever since my mental illnesses had become too much to ignore 6 years ago ive only completed projects partially. ive only gone so far with my work before i decide that its too much and i give up. 

im so tired of giving up. im so tired of quitting. of avoiding things. of doing things “tomorrow” and tomorrow never comes. 

i just gotta find a way to get past this mental block. these walls that my brain built up to protect myself are holding me back, so now i have to dismantle it one brick at a time. and its really difficult to unlearn bad habits and bad coping mechanisms. but im doing my best. 

anonymous asked:

Aaron started that R&R thing 2 years ago telling how Jason makes fun of Blarkes. “I like to sort of tease and coax them into a fury and then our show-runner likes to just berate them. Because they want certain things, [the fans] want certain characters to be together—you know, like Ross & Rachel style. And he basically is like ‘That will not happen,’ and he puts his foot down and mocks them for it... He kinda doesn’t want to do it, only as [to spite them] which is really weird."


anonymous asked:

What is the funniest thing you've witnessed? What's a movie you'd watch over and over as a kid? If you could punch anyone in the world in the face with no consequence, who would it be and why?

Funniest thing would probably be anything my little sisters do - including one of them dressing up as the Phantom of the Opera and playing an electric piano on the organ setting. I watched Labrynith RELIGIOUSLY when I was younger. And I would probably punch the dude that said I wasn’t a real artist and that the computer did all the work (this happen 3 years ago but I still hold a grudge about it).  

My dear lgbt+ children, 

Seven years ago, my mother said having a gay child would be the worst thing that could ever happen to a parent and if one of her kids were gay, she couldn’t love them anymore. 

Yesterday, my mother sent me the link to a website about a lgbt+ christmas market and wrote “Your girlfriend would love this!”. 

People can change. Sometimes it just takes them a couple years.  

Stay hopeful. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

I still can’t believe all this happened 1 year ago.


Every new crazy step or dance, Victor just follows.

He actually plays along Yuuri’s crazy doings.


LOOK AT THEIR HANDS, HOW PERSONAL SPACE DOES NOT EXIST IN THEIR WORLD, AND I REPEAT ALL THIS HAPPENED A YEAR AGO. This Victor has yet to experience all of what we’ve seen happened, but it seems their contact just comes naturally.

THEY LOOK SO COMFORTABLE WITH ONE ANOTHER, SMILING LIKE THEY’RE LOOKING AT THEIR WHOLE WORLD. And I get the reason’s behind Yuuri’s smile, but Victor, this might have been the first time he’s interact with the other boy, and just look at his smile.

People asking Victor his plans after he won the grand prix, HE ALREADY HAD IN MIND WHAT HE WANTED TO DO.



If you are interested in stories with happy endings, then you would be better off somewhere else. In this story, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning, and very few happy things in the middle. My name is Lemony Snicket. It is my solemn duty to bring to light the sorry history of the Baudelaire children as it happened so many years ago.

“I’m the link between him and the rest of the world. It can be an exhausting role. When things go well, I feel an increased sense of responsibility. It felt like the audience was clapping for both of us when he graduated from primary school. But I also feel an increased sense of responsibility when things go wrong. He has difficulties in crowds of people. A few years ago he got very nervous at the supermarket, and he pushed a young girl. Her father got very angry and started screaming at me. Part of me felt guilty for what happened. But part of me wished that more people understood what I go through. We haven’t been to a supermarket since that incident. The best moments for me are when he’s able to link to the world without me. Last Thursday we were visiting another girl with Downs Syndrome. And she was having a bad day. There was very little communication. So he tried to give her a box of dominos as a gift. But she refused. So he tried again. But she refused again. They went back and forth like this for a while, until the girl started to view it as a game, and she started to smile. Then he gave her a hug. A real hug with feeling. He made a connection. And it was his idea. Not mine.”

(Rosario, Argentina)


A Cresswell-Tangled crossover! I started this thing over a year ago, but it wasn’t working out so I stopped and was like I can always get back to it later, knowing that that would probably not happen lol. I still had the unfinished piece in my drafts, so every time I went to drafts it was there glaring at me. And now I finally finished it because the shipweeks gave me a reason to pick it back up :p I finished most of the line-art last time, but I had to redraw a lot because it’s been over a year and I’ve improved since then, and obviously something wasn’t working out before. That I was able to make it work this time means I actually learned things last year, which feels good :) 
Anyway! Today’s shipweek theme was ‘lights’ and this thing accidentally fits because of the lyrics, so I waited till today to post it.

Even when Dan and Phil are just another popular thing that happened years ago.

Even when they’re married to whoever they love.

Even when they have kids of their own that get butterflies in their stomach because of people they like just like we did.

I will still ask for an autograph and picture if I meet them.

I’ll show my kids what wonderful people they are.

I’ll still get all giddy seeing a picture of them.

I’ll still be a fan girl of them when YouTube was far in the past.

They were a big part of my life.

Without meaning to they helped me become happier when I felt sad.

They were the light when I was lost.

They guided me through the dark.

They helped shape me to be the person I am today.

So until the day I’m no longer on this earth I’ll be Dan and Phil Trash.

Dan and Phil Games [insert noun]

A Danasour

A Philion

They will always hold a special place in my heart.

Originally posted by ughhfxckk


One year ago today, I brought home this baby boy. He is the best thing that happened to me in 2016 and he’s brought so much joy and excitement to our lives. He is just the Most Perfect Boy and I am undeserving of such a good pupper. I can’t wait to see what the next year will bring for us!


If you are interested in stories with happy endings, then you would be better off somewhere else. In this story, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning, and very few happy things in the middle. My name is Lemony Snicket. It is my solemn duty to bring to light the sorry history of the Baudelaire children as it happened so many years ago. But you in the audience have no such obligation, and I would advise all our viewers to turn away immediately and watch something more pleasant instead. This story will be dreadful, melancholy and calamitous, a word which here means “dreadful and melancholy.” That is because not very many happy things happened in the lives of the Baudelaires. Violet, Klaus and Sunny were intelligent children. Charming and resourceful, they had pleasant facial features, but they were extremely unlucky. Most everything that happened to them was rife with misfortune, misery and despair. I’m sorry to tell you this… but that’s how the story goes.

Any trust issues that I have are because of how many times I feel like I’ve been used and mistreated and thrown to the side. If I seem closed off or defensive maybe instead of thinking of it from your point of view put yourself in my shoes. After the same thing keeps happening and the same problems keep breaking me down, I can’t not put up a wall. I don’t think I’ll be able to grow if I continue to let people affect me. And it’s really sad because the tiny thing that you did doesn’t only affect you. It affects everything.

Because thanks to you bringing me back to the same place I was a year ago, I can’t trust anyone now. Because when I was in a bad place and I believed you were really helping me, I didn’t think that you would turn around less than a year later and throw me out. And now how do I tell myself to be open and to keep giving out my heart to people. How do I tell myself that they won’t hurt me. I told myself you wouldn’t hurt me either. But this time it’s so much bigger than that. I truly believe that if I get hurt this way one more time it would break me. I’m already in a bad place. I can’t let it happen to me again and that means that I can’t let people affect me.

So the wall goes back up and I have to go back to holding everything in.

But at least I have myself. I know that I have the motivation and willpower to get through anything and I know that when I’m down, I will be the one to pick myself up again. When I cry, I will be my shoulder to cry on. I’ll persevere and grow and forget about you in no time.

At least that’s what I hope will happen.

—  writtwithwitt 
  • Lucius: Alright, Potter. Seeing as you are marrying my son, we need to get a few things straight.
  • Harry: Mr Malfoy, I assure you, I would never do anything to hurt Dra-
  • Lucius: First off, we need to do something about that hair. Dear Merlin, do you EVER brush it? Bed head is cute sometimes, Potter, but we can't have you walking around looking like a scrubbing brush if you're going to be a Malfoy
  • Harry: But I-
  • Lucius: And those clothes! Tomorrow morning we're going to Madam Malkin's and getting you new robes.
  • Harry: But Mr Malfoy
  • Lucius: And as for your glasses, well, they're very ten years ago. I have no idea why you don't just use a spell to fix your vision.
  • Harry: Well, now that you mention it-
  • Lucius: Don't worry about a thing, Potter. I'll take good care of you.
  • *the next day*
  • Draco: Harry, what happened to you?
  • Harry: Your father took me shopping
  • Draco:'re blond