Fucking Whatever Man. [my Plumbob Changes From Green To Red Instantly]

chat i'm not even really a rayrard person but this picture makes me giggle and kick my feet

also yes give me that kinda friendship I need that right now

need me a strangely homoerotic friendship where we dont talk about labels right about now idk about yall

Uhh so I lost my mind and went to freaking WATTPAD to see if they had any good Gerard x Reader FICS where MCR is, y'know, being MCR.

Tell me why Y/N has the most dramatic ass life in every single one like:

-Parents died in terrorist attack

-Dad died of cancer, causing Y/N to sing Cancer at his funeral 😭

-Got pushed off the line of a slide in a water park onto hard concrete and broke something

-Got pregnant, got in car crash on the way home from the ultrasound, had miscarriage, Gee in a coma for 3 weeks.

-Gets abused by a extremely drunk Gerard, then he goes through a mental breakdown, then apologizes

-Gets beaten near death by ex-classmates, then MCR suddenly spawns in to save Y/N because why the fuck not

-Gerard coked out of his mind

-My aunt who's been texting Y/N about an emergency has actually fucked off to another country and the one texting her is actually the owner of her old aunt's house who got the aunt's phone, and is a creep

-Basically gets called a pick me for having depression by a fan

-SH scenes with no warning like wtf man don't do this to me

-SO MUCH BS I SWEAR

I just mean...there's angst, and then there's an absolute trainwreck

lookie what iiiii got

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

good times

To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.

sometimes I accidentally say some out of pocket extra violent evil shit and I just gotta sit like this for a second

I’m literally hyperventilating with excitement right now

Holy shit holy shit Long Live The Black Parade tour announced I’m having a stroke rn omg omg this is crazy I’m so happy I want to go I need to go. Anyway. I’m literally dying rn because Long Live The Black Parade tour was announced. I need to go. I’ve never been to a concert before. Ever. And I promised myself that MCR would be my first concert. I unfortunately do not have any friends to go with, however. I could go by myself but that sounds kinda dangerous and terrifying. I need to go tho. I just need someone to go with 😭. None of my friends are into My Chem tho cuz they’re all a bunch of pRePZ >:( Anyways holy shit you guys.

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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