Hey Btw Idk Who Lied To Some Of Yall But Just To Be Totally Clear You Absolutely Do Not Need To Be Pale

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Lets create a story.

I'll say two words. Then everyone who comes across this post will add ONLY one word to continue the story. The only rules are that it should be only one word you add and that even if you were tagged you must check the reblogs to see the last version to respond to

Pretty sure this is gonna go to hell after like five people but oh well

@aella-posts @mairon-goth-minion @percyweasleyapologist @yesiamprocrastinating @residentdisaster @i-just-need-a-book-please @clodyghost

My contribution:

The racoon...

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)

@yippiescorneroftheinternet

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

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headcanon that elves do not have a higher alcohol tolerance than humans or dwarves. Legolas, having been raised by Thranduil "Partyking" Oropherion, was already given wine as a toddler and was just fucking with Gimli

Robert was the best choice for this one

COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN - LED ZEPPELIN PISS PARODY

unrination station

lavatory

go to the water closet

when I need to pee

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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.

I write often ambiguously

so Stairway to Heaven, Kashmir, Calling to You..

Achilles Last Stand on Presence is one of the best things I ever wrote… and only two people know what it means. Ehm

What a talent, Robert. He puts anything he wants to say in the lyrics without actually saying it. So clever

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