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My collection 002:

Lego TBH/autism creature!

I built this lil' guy during holidays so I gave him ear warmers. He's so precious. ♡

I am aware lego builds are more temporary assets of my collection, but I still want to showcase them.

Maybe I make an archive chategory for things that used to be in my collection but no longer are, such as old lego builds that have been taken apart in the meantime.

HAPPY ACE AWARENESS WEEK !!✨️✨️✨️✨️

Tumblr Tuesday: Ace Art

Happy Asexual Awareness Week to all aces and your allies. Here is a collection of exuberant ace art for your exuberant ace hearts. Keep on breaking those allo assumptions, one artwork at a time 🖤🩶🤍💜

@sandrune-art:

@evocaitart:

@unwashedace:

@tinyflowerclub:

@vuelode-irbis:

@szczurherbacany:

@wafflenati0n:

@dinxie:

@pokimoko:

@werew0lfprincess:

@plutonicbees:

@cowheist:

@lokithefoolishegg:

@yujateaandpi:

@transcendragon:

@starryaves:

@kyri45:

@squishlamb:

@peppermintbits:

@kateammann:

@soni-dragon:

@kynni-purri:

@theartofmadeline:

@icannotgetoverbirds:

@meoskyan:

So I have a theory that Jackson's Diary is less of a supernatural and more of a story about two mentally ill people with magic involved and I decided to reread it and keep notes on anything and everything that supports that theory

PS:much easier if you read the chapter after or while reading these notes

Chap10 notes:

•exer smirk when they hear Jackson scream, clearly he's proud of himself for getting Jackson into that kind of situation- he looks a bit surprised at the skirt and then mad at jack when assuming it's Brenda's. he could be very much pretending though as we saw he has incredible abilities and control over his facial expressions though he stumbles a bit because of jack, remember he had time to collect his expression while David tied the skirt to Brenda, it helps there's some genuine anger for Brenda

•exer going as far as to stick his tongues out in annoyance while jack tells them he's only trying to return the skirt and David is blinded by pure anger? yea he probably knows what's going on and that Jackson did nothing wrong

°keep in mind that later on when jack explains himself and David and ron actually listen exer is again annoyed because he knows jack did nothing wrong but he still wants to sabotage him without care or regard to how much harm this causes to Jack's life

*claps* that was soo beautiful and touching ado😭😔🙏

you ate

your art ate

and I ate

your art

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

@marauding-almond @percyweasleyapologist @yesiamprocrastinating @dieatthealtar-deactivated @caramel-covered-apples @thatoneslytherinnerd @thatoneslytherinnerd2

@hedgehog-troops@circe-butbetter @stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft @aidens-ocean-galaxy@rainystarsx@liggy-not-potter @goformoony@i-still-got-love-for-you @definitionoffuckup@mairon-goth-minion

@weewooooweew @residentdisaster @matty-os-blog @starkissed-mars @printershorts @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus @lesbian-disaster-tm @star-dust-shark @enbysiriusblack @sadnappo @kawaiibarty @hershey-not-the-chocolate-maybe

@jamespotterbbg @scrumblewonk @seekmemystar @rins-batcave @utterqueerdisasterthesimp @gasolinehornet @asters-tempo @here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can @permetutotheworld @theprongspotter @sotiredimbored @yourlocalbadgerscales @raeprise @burgundykicks @whydousernamesevenexist @jaydove-writes @the-stars-drowning @inara-tries-to-survive @saturnsconstellation @royallygray

Me: YOU'RE FREE!! YOU CAN'T LET YOUR BODY CONTROL YOU, YOU CONTROL IT. SHOW ME YOUR FREEDOM AND CUT YOUR GENITALIA OFF!

My friend(who's questioning/fighting their gender): ON IT

Me: (SIKE. SIKE😨)

How could you?! I guess I need to spray more febreze on you so you never forget....

Hi!:)

Bye

Waiitttttttt.......

So while exer had THREE nightmares about (probably) Jackson in a week

Jackson went to THREE different therapists in the very same week

Huh....interesting

Jackson and Diary casually giving Horror game character vibes:

PREACH!