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when i first laid my eyes on you

If I were to think completely deeply about my choices of carrying a mini person inside of my body, I think I was terrified. I was responsible for another human being, and I had to think for TWO people and I can barely think for myself, to be honest. It was embarrassing releasing to my partner that we succeeded, why would I be embarrassed? I should be leaping and crying but I'm worried and anxious. He embraces me as he traces my back, telling me sweet whispers and I begin to feel calm.

9 months have somehow passed within a flash and I'm currently in the hospital, sweating my last sweats and squeezing my last hand before I feel the pain of child-birth. I want to sob, sob for my mother as I wish she was with me. My partner holding my hand so tightly I can feel the worry radiating off him. "It's gonna be alright, my love. I'm here with you, I'm here all the way." I stare into his brown eyes and short silky hair and it sticks to his forehead. The doctor told me that it's gonna hurt. Yeah, no shit Sherlock.

I squeeze my beloved hand and close my eyelids as I wince and scream and spew all kinds of curses as I hear the crying of a newborn. I look straight-towards the sound as they pass me this timid little thing. The eyes begin to open and look towards me. Brown eyes, just like their father. I have never focused so much on a single thing ever, and just want to protect it with all my heart. In the corner of my eye, I see my protector staring at me, with loving eyes and I feel like we are going to be the perfect family.

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I’m so obsessed with the influx of black girls starting off their self love journey early. Black women feeling like they deserve and can have a happy life doing whatever it is they please makes me so happy!

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Jubilee Line.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTION OF: su_c_de, trauma and self h_rm. IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING, ASK FOR HELP. search for su_c_de helplines, search for help. you are not pestering anybody, you are helping yourself get better.

I walk into this room, the cream white walls reflecting the light. Two chairs, one being filled and the other empty. I sit down and stare at this woman who is supposed to "help" me solve my problems. Bullshit. My face is flat-lined and dead, I stare into their eyes. "So, tell me. What's happened?" "You know what's happened. I don't even know why I asked for a stupid therapist. If my card declines, you'll just tell me all the things you won't tell me because you think I wouldn't be able to handle it." I scoff. "No, I don't. I need you to tell me why you're here, and why you are acting the way you are." My hands start to shake and my eyes flooding with tears. "When. I first moved to London, I was going on a train in Jubilee line and, somebody just. Jumped. Right in front of the train and." I couldn't finish my sentence, my voice getting quieter and shaky. "The train didn't stop in time." I look up and my world going blurry once more. I could just tell the pity was coming from her face, it was guileful. I hate when people feel sorry for me. "It's alright, I'm not gonna tell you it's gonna be alright because I know you've heard that too many times to count..so I'll tell you that you are you, so if you think you're strong, you are." She smiled as she wiped my tears like a strong mother. She sat back in her seat and leaned back as she wrote in her notepad. "Everything kinda became too much for me, family and university didn't help because I didn't ask for help so I resorted to self-harm," I opened up about my problems and as I finished my last word I felt like I finished a book, no more spoilers and no more procrastinating. You read all of it, fully. She spoke to me softly, telling me to do things I love and try baby steps to get over my fear of trains and stations. But I can't forget what happened, It can't suddenly all go away, that's just not possible. But, I can overcome it.

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you want a cig?

I sit outside in the dark, cold night; the air is filled with the scent of trees and pollution. I could barely breath. I hear the slight sound of footsteps behind me and this figure standing next to me. They are quite attractive, I catch myself staring at their build, analyzing every single part of them. "You like what you see?" The tall figure says, the voice on the low side and more mysterious than attractive. "You caught me." They chuckle as they take a cigarette box from their pocket and put it in the mouth and light it. They blow a cloud of smoke and clear their throat. I gaze my eyes slightly. "You want a cig?" "Oh, I don't smoke." "Suit yourself." I decide whether to just drop this act of being a good girl and just take the cigarette. It won't hurt, it's just a night. "You know what, pass me one." "You don't say please?" I look at them with a borderline face with no emotion and take a cigarette. "Light me." They put the lighter towards my mouth as the roll of paper and tobacco begin to light. Inhaling all the fumes and becoming released as I sit on the banister. "Vanessa." They say holding out a hand. "Courtney." I shake their hand. For some reason, they remind me of somebody, somebody who was so significant in my life a long time ago. "So Courtney, what are you doing here?" "Wanting to get away from my responsibilities and expectations, it's that simple really." I inhale more of the fumes and the stars twinkle in the night-time. "What are you here for?" "I just wanted to smoke, but I was in for more clearly." We both laugh as we look each other. "Vanessa. You remind me of someone." "Really? So do you." "My first lady love, we were best friends. She came out as bisexual and my parents made me move. We never kept touch." "Oh? You're talking to her." "You're joking. Van?" "Hey Nene." "Oh my god, look at you. You got hotter, and I thought that wasn't possible." "Shut your mouth, you look amazing. Well, nice to know you liked me back." "I suppose so. Wanna go into my car and catch up?" "Is that a question?" I grab her hand and the rain trickles on our clothes and bare skin and we run to my car as you hear giggles and laughter and the cigarettes in our mouths falling down and slowly going out. "Get in loser."

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rewrite of the smol thing i thought of, by my fellow writer/friend

I sit here staring out the window as my anxiety grows due to people surrounding my desk. It appears that people have been attracted to the window next to me which only puts me on edge more. I clutch tightly onto my legs, acting as if they’re the only parts of my body I have left. Along with it all is my breathing that continues to go faster and intensely with the feeling of people about to swarm me.

It’s cold inside. It’s raining cats and dogs. The windows are foggy. Droplets race against each other as gravity pulls them down to the edge.

I can’t help but feel stuck in my own head, it’s annoying. All these minor details gush through me like a sea under the moon.

Somebody breaks me out of my limbo as they tell me to look out the blurry window.

My eyes shake with each nerve sending shock signals to my brain each time I touch something. It feels as if everything is made out of needles slowly piercing my skin.

I slowly push my chair aback creating little to no noise knowing that it ticks me off.

Noises irritate me a lot and people push me to the edge quite frequently. Noise and people are so similar, both are completely annoying and both are things I don’t like to be around. The thing with people though, is that they usually make me feel weird and awkward. I tend to feel alienated around them, I feel like I don’t belong anywhere with them. They usually think I’m weird for doing the things I like and that’s where these feelings root from. It’s confusing, why to be honest, I don’t understand the reasons as to why I should drag myself instead of enjoying what I do just so I fit in. And why is what I do to be happy be classified as being the odd one of the sort and why does it change the perception of people towards me? It’s just confusing.

The muffled sounds of people decrescendos as it’s opposed to the crescendo of the orchestra of rainfall. The perfect weather for me. Unfortunately, I’m stuck in this place for a bit more.

With all my power to resist moving, my feet knock on the floor as I push myself towards the location which I want to be in, turning my gaze outside to set my sights on something rather surprising. GIVE IT UP FOR MY FRIENDDDDD!!! WOO. (ay ay, i suggest go follow them ThenSoAnAuthor.)

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THIS

Fuck a Tumblr+ i’m bouta charge $10 per headcanon bullet, send in y’alls payment to $myhoodacademia on cashapp 💯

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STOP THIS IS SO FUNNY 

req: how would bakugo, kirishima, and dabi act in victoria’s secret with their s/o?

Victoria’s Secret

w/ Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi

warnings: mildly suggestive, aged up char.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

he doesn’t wanna go in... like at all

sure he loves all the items you buy, but the actual shopping portion itself?

yea that’s not for him

walks behind you the whole time y’all are in the store, just letting you do your thing and pick out whatever it is you want

if you look back at him for his thoughts on something that caught your eye, he’ll give you lil grunts in response

but if you look real closely, you’ll see the slightest (and I mean slightest) blush forming on his cheeks from him imagining you in whatever it is you picked

doesn’t know shit about cup sizes, so don’t expect him to be any help there

brings back bras 3 cups bigger than what you asked for because “you told me to pick up a 34, so I did.”

so we just gon forget about the letter...

loudly grumbles when he sees the total at the register (because ain’t no way that lil thing costs $60 and a right arm)

but bless those hefty pro-hero checks 🙏🏾

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

the man that every girl in the store wants to shop (and be) with

because unlike the majority of the guys there with their s/o, he’s not a drag and is actually being helpful

doesn’t show any shame in being there, and he’s alongside you the whole time

doesn’t know much about cup sizes either, but he tries— and somehow ends up finding the exact sizes you asked for

if he notices another guy in there struggling to find sum for their s/o, he’ll gladly help them out

thinks you look good in anything, so whenever you ask his thoughts on buying something he’ll say “yes” every time

and he’s not saying it just to reassure you, he genuinely thinks you’ll pull off anything in that store

goes a lil pink whenever you show him something more seductive, but he’s gotten better at not going fire engine red

another successful pro-hero, the money’s nothing to him as long as your happy

DABI

leave him outside the store. please.

has absolutely no shame either, and it’s extremely clear in his actions

yea he much rather be doing something else, but if he’s already in the store with you then what else can he do

he might as well play around with you a lil

lmfaoo wait imagine this rough looking man walking around that cutesy ass store

the type of guy to come back with a bra for you without ever asking for your size because “I compared it to the size of my hand”

and he says this out loud. everyone around you hears it and goes “ 👀🚶🏾‍♀️”

says cheeky lil suggestive remarks while you’re picking out your items

“your ass would look nice in that.”

“dabi—“

is 100% ready to shove some bras and underwear in his coat and start booking it as soon as he sees the total price

you had to strongly talk him out of it

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ MY MUSIC TASTE + SPOTIFY

FIND MORE ABOUT WHAT I LISTEN TO

✧˚ · .

favourite song:

loverboy by joesef 

true friends by bring me to the horizon

✧˚ · . 

favourite band:

i don’t know how but they found me

bring me to the horizon

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something you regret listening to

: e-girl’s are ruining my life. i got that shit stuck in my head for a year gb.

: castaways. cAsTaHcAcAhs.

✧˚ · . spotify username: MJ. my spotify username and link is there! follow some of my playlist but it’s just my music!

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ABOUT ME

✦༝┉┉┉┉┉˚**.☣ ♡ ☣.**˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✦

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mj the crackhead who decided to exist  

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈  i am the owner of this tumblr page, my name is mj! ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈  not a big fan of religion, but i do believe there is something bigger than us ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈  i tend to go by she/her or she/they, i am a proud female :) ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈  MASSIVE fan of anime, paramore, IDKHBTF and WILLOW

✧˚ · .KINS: itadori, yamaguchi, sailor moon, nagisa, asahi, tanaka, saiki n’ kageyama..

current          o b s e s s i o n ?

this guy i keep on passing on the street- I THINK I HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM-                 izuku midoriya. HIS FACE IS SO CHUBBY AND CUTE

                 discord. im always on discord its unhealthy tbh.

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ꕥ デおざ ❝ SO MJ, BE MINE? *ೃ༄

⇢ ˗ˏˋ she/they ~ emo and prissy ~ mixed-race ࿐ྂ

    ❝ LET’S SIT DOWN                    AND WATCH ROMANCE                                      MOVIES AND HOPE                                                        THAT THE SAME                                                                      THING HAPPENS❞        

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ LET ME JUST BELIEVE YAMAGUCHI EXISTS REAL QUICK THAT NEVER HAPPENED, OKAY? ೃ⁀➷ ABOUT ME: YO, THAT’S MJ! ೃ⁀➷ MJ’S SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS: THIS IS HER MUSIC TASTE?- ೃ⁀➷ RANDOM THOUGHTS TBH: WHAT THE HELL-

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a smol thing i was thinking of ig-

old enough to understand.

a introduction to a random thing i’m doing :) cover: a silent voice lyric: old enough to understand: pluto projector - rex orange county I sat there staring out the window, my anxiety growing as people crowd my desk, showering the window next to me that appears to have attracted everybody close. I clutch tight onto my legs, as if they were the only things I had left on my body. My breathing had also intensified, I felt almost if everybody was going to swarm me. Somebody broke me out of my senses and said to me to look out the window. My eyes shaking and hands striking every nerve in my body to feel as if everything I touch is like putting my fingers on needles. I moved my chair back to create minimum noise as it irritates me when doing so. Loud noises irritate me. A lot. Almost as much as people, but people make me feel weird and awkward. I think to myself I will never really fit in so to say, people think I’m too weird for the things I do or the things I like. I drag my feet across the floor to the location I am wanted to be in and I turn to look outside the window and I’m strangely surprised. This is, interesting for sure.

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i love this

Some animal thing wandering around

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‘ come back during business hours ‘