I Feel Like If I Provide Context The Universe Will Shoot Me Down But I Just Watched A Video From Phil

Dammit

I don't know what to say. I'm gonna go play American Idiot on repeat.

Me to myself in the mirror:

Me: You like procrastinating, sleeping, staring at a screen, being lazy, and staying alone. You can't cook, you can't clean, and you definitely can't sew for shit. Face it, you can't default to being a housewife if your career fails.

My mirrored self: I don't wanna be a housewife. I just wanna- *contemplates what I actually wanna do*

It came to me in a vision man idk

Me at 10PM every day:

a really catchy emo song can fix a lot of my problems (at least temporarily)

yayyyy mutuals hiiiiiiiii reblog if you love your mutualssssssss hiii mutuals

Hiii thx 4 the tag :D

I brought water cuz ik a lot of ppl don't drink enough of it :P

I'm thankful for everyone here on Tumblr, because I'm able to freak out about all the silly little things I'm into on here without getting severely judged the way I do irl. It's one of the most comforting websites for me in times of distress, because I'm easily distracted by all the weird (in a good way) (mostly) and cool stuff you guys post on here.

This might be weird but I'm also thankful for tag games. The idea that someone wants to include me in something makes my day a bit brighter, because most of my irl friends are rats (in a cutesy way thp) who don't usually include me in stuff. THANKS 4 ACKNOWLEDGING MY EXISTENCE :D

I'm gonna tag all of my moots so sorry about this if you don't wanna be tagged

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Happy Mootsgiving, everyone!

So, technically, I know Thanksgiving is an American holiday… history… yadda yadda. However, this is not Thanksgiving.

This is Mootsgiving, and what I say goes ‘cause this is my holiday. Anyway! Mootsgiving is all the basic ideas of Thankgiving but better because I’m great like that.

I just wanted to show everyone how grateful I am, since gratefulness is a key principle of Thanksgiving.

I want all my moots from different countries to be able to have the picture-perfect movie-esque Thanksgiving of being surrounded by friends and family with all the care and love and gratefulness that can be poured into a single human. And, as the ever-dramatic Runar, what better way to do that than to organize a huge event?

So! Rules!

State what food you brought

State one thing you’re thankful for

My name is Runar, I brought the eggnog, and I’m grateful for each and every one of you 💗🫶

Really sappy and really long paragraph/speech under the cut!!

Soooo… to start off my big long speech… *clinks my fancy wine glass that’s filled with a mysterious substance* (It’s eggnog)

When I first started this blog, it was off a whim. I wanted to do something, something that involved putting my work out there, as I was just starting out. I wanted to mean something. In any sort of way, I wanted to leave a sort of mark. Not just any mark, though, no. I wanted to add a bit of joy, a spark of life that comes from creativity, and adding words and love into the space we occupy on this floating rock in space.

I wanted to write because it made me happy, and I wanted there to be a possibility of someone who was who got joy from reading to maybe stumble upon it, and get joy from me. Get joy from something I was able to provide for them.

I was also incredibly lonely. I had no friends, I had nothing, pretty much. I didn’t talk much. I was reclusive. I was okay, but I was empty. I didn’t have a purpose. And while I wasn’t expecting much, nothing at all really, I was overjoyed at the prospect that maybe just one person would stumble upon something I wrote and for a moment of their day, maybe they got peace from it.

Maybe they felt a little less lonely. I would have been at peace with just knowing the possibility of it was out there. And then… it did. And I got more than I bargained for, even, I got a friend. My first friend.

From there, everything… clicked. Slowly, but ever so surely, things were falling into place. I was gaining something that had not even crossed my mind. A family.

So, my silly dream born from a whim became friends, connections, and family, it became life-altering. It had ups, it had downs, it had in-betweens. It was beautiful and messy and happy and sad and fucked up and so wonderfully… human?

Yeah, this is online, this is a silly mootsgiving idea I thought up three hours ago because I wanted people to know I love them.

But to someone who had nothing, this is everything. You are everything.

Even if we’ve only talked one time, you have a special place in my heart. The character growth has been… one hell of a ride. I’ve gone through many eras, and made new friends in each and every one of them. So, with the end of the year closing soon, I suppose in a way this is not just a silly mootsgiving.

My bigger end goal, really, was to make sure as we get to the end of this ear, you know how genuinely important this whole year has been to me. How important you have been. I got an anon ask,

What does it feel like to be wanted?

It was beautiful poetry. I replied, said I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be wanted. But really? I think maybe I do. I think it feels like having enough people that you love to organize and invite everyone to a huge event online, to write out this heartfelt paragraph and trust that at least one person will care enough to read it.

My beginning goal has changed so much, and not at all. My biggest purpose in life has been, and I think will always be, to add something into this world.

Creativity, joy, happiness, compassion, I want to ensure that no matter what, as long as you know me, you know you have one person on this earth who loves and cares about you with as much feeling that can physically be felt by one person without exploding into a bunch of tiny little runar pieces.

But moreso, I think maybe my goal has changed from wanting to put stories out there, to putting myself out there. I don’t want to write stories that are just fiction, just crafted ideas meshed together to create a blob of fiction.

I want to write pieces of myself into everything, which i think might genuinely be impossible to not do. I want my heart to pour out of my fingers into the things i type out for you, and i want to not only feel things, but to maybe make you feel something too. Something warm and fuzzy, something good, as good as you deserve.

Aaaaannnd…. to end this….

I love you guys, thanks for being here <3

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tumblr needs a hug button. sometimes you wanna just give a mutual a hug

average mcr interview is like

interviewer: so what’s your guys favorite place to eat out at?

ray: i really like red robin’s. love their robin burgers!

frank: under this fascist government there’s no where safe to eat. (cup o noodle)

gerard: 🚬 🚬 🚬 uhhhm… hmmm.. well that’s a tough one.. hmmm . 🚬 yknow i think that like. well really the best place for US to eat out yknow as a band of fucked up normal guys who do gay shit is like an olive garden… 🚬 they’re really free over there… you can get breadsticks and nobody asks who you are or where you’re going… they never ask what your pro-

mikey: i fucking love eating dude like straight up i’ll eat anywhere