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Thanks for the tag, Kuramita!!

So, I'm Mavi and I brought pastel (it's a Brazilian food, and my favorite of all time, think you guys might like) and brigadeiro (because it's heavenly).

I'm grateful for my family in first place, since they're great and I will love them forever. Also for my friends, because I wouldn't know what to do with my life without them. It would be just to hard to be this weird by myself in the world. So it's great that I have them (my irl friends, since I don't have any online friends [only creeps come to talk to me online, and when I try to talk to others *I* seem like a creep, so...]). And finally for being alive, I guess. I have been kinda batshitcrazy since I remember myself as living being. So it's been kinda shit going from "it's the best day of my life!!!" to "the world is hell, I am a piece of shit and should die" in a matter of one week or less, for all these years. And I wanted to say that I could only be alive because of all those wonderful loving people in my life.

(Since I don't actually now anyone in this site, I'll just tag my dear friend Kurama back)

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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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Before raiding Area 51

After raiding Area 51

leia organa truly has one of the best bait-and-switch character introductions of all time because when you meet her she's this brave, stoic picture of elegance and justice and always knows just what to say to vader and tarkin and is clad in white like an angel and is this perfect two-dimensional archetype of pureness of heart. and then approximately half an hour later into the film she meets luke and han and she IMMEDIATELY shows her true colors as a sarcastic, bitchy control freak with a massive impulsive streak and a deep mine of hyperspecific insults. 10/10 character design i'm obsessed with her

hey jirt what the fuck did you mean by this

COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN - LED ZEPPELIN PISS PARODY

unrination station

lavatory

go to the water closet

when I need to pee

"... bought... copper... from... this... shady fucker... bad quality... zero stars... "

Hey btw idk who lied to some of yall but just to be totally clear you absolutely do not need to be pale or do pale makeup to be goth. You also don't need to be thin or young. Anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is just some bigot and they're not part of my subculture.

You don't need clear skin. You don't need to be white. You don't need to be pale. You don't need to fade your freckles. You don't need an hourglass figure. You don't need expensive clothing. You don't need to hide your wrinkles. You don't need to lose weight. You don't need to conform to some set of gender roles. You don't need to be able-bodied. You don't need to dress up all macabre and elaborate every single day and put tons of effort into your appearance or wear anything that causes you discomfort.

You don't need to act a certain way, you don't need to look a certain way.

Just listen to the music and follow your heart from there and you're in the club, it really is that simple.

ok star wars au where the sequels are what i think they shouldve been and its just luke poorly trying to wrangle a bunch of force sensitive kids while leia tries to set him up on blind dates and han keeps showing up to sleep on lukes couch bc he cant stop fighting with the wife and lukes husband (insert man of your choice here) regularly ponders what caused his life to be surrounded by so many weirdos and idk i think it would be fun and sweet

uhhh in this universe luke senses bens crazy dreams and buys him a space 3ds with space animal crossing new leaf and kylo ren is never born. easy fix if you ask me. rey can be there too why not. and finn. what the hell! bring them all in! who gives a shit!!! this is my mind palace and i write the stories!!! whats canon is what i say it is!!! star wars au where i ignore everything and its a whole different story!!!

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not an expert in the world of "Jimbert", but whilst going through some grainy-fuzzy-out of focus-but it's Zeppelin and therefore precious so I need to watch it -footage, I couldn't help but notice the somewhat suggestive position Robert took for this part of Achilles where he and Jimmy often put their heads together and sing. Jonesy and Bonzo seem to be casually looking elsewhere as if they felt bad for intruding on some one-on-one time. Or was this pose quite common? I'm constantly peering trying to see the drums, so often miss what's going on up front.