(aka an au where fang gets seperated from kaizo and ends up getting raised by Borara and his gang instead)
(Continuing this cuz I hallucinated them whenever I had to go through shit)
Fang grows upto hating Borara but at the same time, he's also the only guardian Fang remembers. (What about his life before Borara took him in to train him, well Borara says that's not important so there's that)
He hates the weird looks of approval and mock he gets when he's introduced as "Borara's son" to his father's allies.
From learning how to fight all types of weapons available to joining raid missions with the crew, Fang is taught all the ways to be villain and maybe ..just maybe to carry on to be the captain of the team.
No matter that the team members treat him like he's some child they picked up from the street....wait he really is that ... nevermind then. They still have weirdly great expectations on him and unsaid contract signed by fate.
Except fang wants out.
He wants out of the hellish trainings, he wants out of the 'run & hide or fight & die' life and he wants out of borara's team.
So when he turns 10, with the help of the newly joined recruit 'ciciko' (weird guy, always offering him chocolate for some reason ...what is he? A kid?)...
he finally runs away.
It's hard for the first few months to survive by nothing but a sole power sphere with him. But then he slowly meets people who may or may not become part of his non offical crew but hey friends... Kinda.
And what do this rag tag team do together? They steal ...that's right ! All the habits and skills Fang was taught finally shines through his character.
And just when he comes to term with his teachings, decided that maybe becoming an illegal person in a planet isn't the worst option there is... It's been 2 years and news comes around that some random earth kid (and his friends) have gone ahead and killed the legendary terror that was called Borara.
Is he mad about it? ...not really, he knew his 'mentor' had enemies...quite a lot of it.
Is he sad? Well...
Is he happy about it? If that means he can be at peace for not having to look out for his old team trying to take him back ... He's atleast relieved
Is he going to go around seeking revenge for his supposed father figure? Well not really, infact he's glad some kid got rid of his problem.
Actually you know what...
"let's go earth team, its time I met my father's murderer"
do you want au? i have one. okay, naruto is a monk, an orphan who grew up in a monastery. sasuke, no doubt, is a samurai from a respected clan.
the main thing is not to kill each other during the journey.
I'm so fucking excited. Naruto is my first fandom in my life, Narusasu is my first pairing. And now, after nineteen years, I finally drew art with my favorite boys.
woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. š
Hereās my story, and Iām reaching out with a hopeful heart šāØ, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too š„ŗ .
Dear fanfic writers, your need to get VALIDATION for your creativity is VALID
Look, there is no gun to our heads and no one is making us put our blood, sweat and tears into these stories we're writing. But look at it this way, we're human too and everyone likes to get compliments.
Writing for self enjoyment is the goal but don't feel bad for craving more support, hits, kudos, comments, etc. Just because it's fanfiction doesn't mean it's less mentally stressful to do, and it sure doesn't make the stories mean less to us as writers.
Our work is rich and awesome too and we deserve a good pat on the back for it. We deserve to get acknowledgement and credit for itš¤
every time i listen to āyouāre a mean one mr. grinchā i canāt help but sit there and think āwhat did the grinch do to hurt you?ā because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt
you know what if someone told me i was a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce iād probably be bitter enough to steal christmas tooĀ
Interestingly, though The Grinch Who Stole Christmas is narrated by Boris Karloff, the big musical number is sung by the late Thurl Ravenscroft - an American voice actor better known as the voice of Tony the Tiger.
My headcanon is that the Grinch and Tony the Tiger had a bad breakup, and āYouāre a Mean One, Mr. Grinchā is the resulting breakup song.
Youāre not bothered?? Iām not only not bothered, Iām freaking invested. Iām having actual empathetic sadness for The Grinch. I want them to go into coupleās counseling. I want theĀ āten years laterā when Tony visits Whoville on business and meets the reformed Grinch whose heart has grown 3 times its usual size. I want them to reminisce over a shared dinner of roast beast and wine, then spend a drunken night together, then realize that maybe things are different and people really do change. I want a 3-act story where thereās a long dark night of soul searching and the realization that maybe weāve allĀ got a little bit of bad banana with greasy black peel inside us, but that doesnāt mean we canāt make a damned fine banana bread if someone will give us a chance.Ā
āmaybe weāve allĀ got a little bit of bad banana with greasy black peel inside us, but that doesnāt mean we canāt make a damned fine banana bread if someone will give us a chanceā is an incredibly profound quote and I did NOT expect to get it from a Grinch x Tony the Tiger post
CONGRATULATIONS YOU'VE OBTAINED A NEW PARTY MEMBER, which is a tinier version of yourself?
Now that you think about it, maybe you haven't given yourself enough time to contemplate your own existence in regards to this tiny fella you got tagging along. I mean, you're already dealing with the identity crisis that comes with shrinking down to a younger version of yourself.
What's the issue with confronting the fact that there's multitudes of a tiny version of a younger version of your normal self, right?
Though I suppose you never imagined a crisis coming in a size this...
small.
Well for a good test run, Heiji did happen to call you about a case he came across during his visit to Tokyo. You can always rely on the Detective of the West to give you a murder case to solve, for better or worse. And look, here he is!
"Oi Kudo, what ya got there- woah uhh." He glances at you, then at Conan Jr. "Is that...? Uh how did you... what?"
Maybe it would've been a good idea to give Heiji a heads up, but you had a lot going on so it completely slipped your mind. You explain to Heiji what you know (which is not much) and reassure him that Junior will be helping with the case today.
You can tell he's not entirely convinced, but Heiji shrugs. He must've rationalized that if you can regress in age, what's so surprising about the existence of a Conan Jr? Of course, you neglected to tell him that there's more than one small Conan, but he doesn't need to know that for now.
"Can Iā¦ hold the lil fella?" You shrug and give Junior over to Heiji.
"Aw y'know, as weirded out as I am about the whole thing, he's kinda cute!"
But spoken too soon. A small radius around Junior fills with murderous intent. The pipsqueak bares his sharp teeth and bites Heiji.
"OUCH! That- well it doesn't really hurt but it sure as heck surprised me!" Junior scampers back onto your shoulder as you apologize to Heiji. Conan Jr. has never done that to you but maybe he doesn't like strangers?
"Nah, it's alright Kudo. Must've been something I said. Anyways, let's get to the crime scene."
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"So the victim is Takahashi Yuto. The incident happened at the victim's house this morning, his body being found in the kitchen. It seemed to have occurred while he was cooking." The victim appears to be a fit man in his mid-twenties. Above the body is an open cupboard full of pots and pans. Next to the victim is a dented pot matching the indent of the victimās head. The kitchen seemed spotless other than the dead body on the ground and the leftover meal in progress.
āA neighbor heard a scream coming from this house and phoned the police. They concluded that it was an accidental death with the victim droppinā a pot over his head Looney-Tunes style when he was trying to make dinner. But I thought aināt no way this guy got bopped on the head by this pot so bad that he died, so I convinced Megure to let us take a closer look.ā
"As of now the police have narrowed it down to three suspects which were on scene when they arrived: the victim's girlfriend, coworker, and elderly neighbor." The three suspects were surrounded by police each with a varying expression. The girlfriend, Ito Tomoe, kept glancing throughout the house, anxiety clear on her face. The coworker, Yamamoto Sosuke, who was the one who phoned the police, simply looked exhausted, wishing to leave the scene as soon as possible. The elderly neighbor, Kimura Minori, seemed oddly chipper, cheerfully talking to the officers about her garden.Ā
"I'm not a murderer! I can't even stand the sight of blood!" The girlfriend suddenly lashes out. Shrinking back into herself, "I just want to go home..."
"Yeah speaking of, I want to head home too. I'm sure all of this man's leftover work is going to be tossed onto me." The salaryman breathes a heavy sigh. Staring at the woman beside him he gestures to Ito and says, "to make it easier on all of us, I bet it's her."
"What?!" Ito looks up in shock.
"Hey, your boyfriend constantly bragged about you being an up and coming actress. I won't be surprised if those were crocodile tears." There was the briefest flash of contempt in the woman's expression that both you and Heiji caught. Perhaps there's some truth in Yamamoto's claims.
"I can't believe you would say that! I was his girlfriend, why would I kill him?!"
"I'm sure you know that you weren't his only girlfriend, right? He'd talk my ears off every time I have to go drinking with him about the other women he sees." Ito fumes.
"Well who's to say you aren't the killer?ā Ito points a reddened finger against Yamamoto before quickly shoving her hand back in her dress pocket. āI know how lazy he can be at work. You were just talking about taking care of his leftover assignments, but I bet you're ecstatic that it's the last you'll see of him."
Well this back and forth isn't going to end. At least we have motives established for two of the three suspects. While the two were bickering, you hear strange mechanical whirring from Junior. The little guyās eyes are glued toward each of the suspects. Then he closes his eyes, as if he lost interest. You and Heiji decide to investigate the rest of the house, which was pretty lackluster apart from the living room. Suddenly Junior starts yanking your ear.
"Oi! Hey, what is it?" Junior points to the living room and hops off your shoulder. You follow Junior who gets on all fours... and starts licking the floor???
"Uh Kudo, what's going on? W-wait a second!" Both of your expressions widened with realization. Heiji goes to turn off the lights while you shut the blinds. Bits of the floor appear to glow, revealing blood stains hidden in plain sight. Heiji puts a palm to his face and laughs, "ya telling me, that this little fella's spit is luminol? That's incredible!" You didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Haibara's experiments are insane.
Gathering yourself, you review the facts of the case. āSo the murder likely happened here, but the suspect thought that it would be better to move the body to the kitchen and stage it as an accident.ā
āThey must be hidinā something here, something crucial to cracking the caseā¦ā
As if on cue, Junior sniffs and leaps over to the wall, splattering luminol all over it. A message appears, Those who donāt let flowers bloom shall be plucked from their stem. Along the wall is a step ladder, awkwardly jutting out.
āHuh, that sure is somethinā...āĀ
You walk over to the step ladder to inspect it. The ladder's fairly unremarkable but you find a few stray grey hairs. You take out a plastic zip bag and place them inside.
āLet's take a closer look in this room. The real murder weapon must be in here somewhere.ā
After some searching, your eyes land on an Employee of the Month trophy on a small shelf. Following your glance Junior runs and climbs up the shelf to sniff the trophy. It mustāve been the right direction because Junior starts spitting luminol on the trophy, highlighting blood situated at the base of the trophy. The murder weapon.
āThis mustāve been from the same company Yamamoto-san works at. This could be an intentional weapon choice for revenge.ā
āOr used by someone else to incriminate the man.ā
Suddenly, Junior starts dusting his hair onto the trophy. Soon enough, fingerprints reveal themselves on the trophy. There are larger prints on the handle of the trophy and smaller prints at the trophyās neck.
ā...Ya kiddinā me? Fingerprint powder??ā You and Heiji just stare, flabbergasted.
ā...Well weāll take these prints and compare them to the suspects.ā Junior shakes his head and suddenly his eyes emit a white light. A projection appears with a profile for each of the suspects shown. It seems to be the same database that Haibara uses. A checkmark appears next to the two suspects with matching fingerprints.
āKudoā¦ā Heiji trails off, seemingly at a loss for words. Focus. Murder case. Solve. Not the time to think aboutā¦ whatever this is.
Curious, you take out the bag of stray hair and place it in front of Junior. That same mechanical whirring you heard before starts up as he stares at the hair strands. Junior emits another projection, highlighting a match with one of the profiles.
In the meantime, Heiji reaches to grab the trophy. āWoah, this is heavier than it looks!ā
āIt must have done a good job as a bludgeoning tool.āĀ
Sure enough, you and Heiji conclude that it indeed is the murder weapon after comparing the indent of the victimās head to the base of the trophy. You two also donāt fail to notice the nervous expressions on both Ito and Yamamotoās faces, their bickering quieting down considerably. As for Kimura, her smile remained the same.
āCan the three of ya follow us to the living room?ā The elderly woman follows with no hint of resistance. On the other hand, the remaining two suspects slowly follow. As you trail behind the three, you see Yamamoto glance towards the entrance way before muttering something under his breath. You couldnāt make out the words.
When Heiji dims the lights, the first thing everyone sees is the illuminated bloody message on the wall. Itoās eyes widen in shock, Yamamoto pinches the bridge of his nose, and the old ladyās smile doesnāt fade.
āThis here is what we found using luminol to reveal what one of you tried to hide.ā You gesture to the rest of the scene, the bloody splatter on the floor. Heiji lifts the trophy.
āAnd this is the weapon that did the victim in. Iād say yāall had interesting reactions when we first brought this out.ā
āIn fact, we believe all of you had a hand in the victimās death.ā You raise an accusatory finger at the three suspects.
āAre you joking? Why would I and Obaa-san be involved in something like this?!ā Ito turns her head to Yamamoto. āIām sure this guy has enough of a grudge to pull all this off himself.ā
āLumping this all on me now, eh? Why would I write an insane message like that on the wall? Arenāt these theatrics better suited to an actress like yourself? Yamamoto retorts then glares at Kimura. āOr say, an old lady with too much time on her handsāĀ
āHow would I be able to smack his head so hard to kill him? That thing weighs a ton, I doubt I can lift that thing over my shoulders! Surely youāre overestimating my strength.ā
āFrom yer bickerinā itās clear that there wasnāt much tying you all together to keep yer murder plan from goinā steady.ā Heiji interjects.
āWell, the murderer isnāt me!ā Ito huffs and then frowns, ābut why are you lumping Obaa-san in this? She would barely be able to hurt someone of my boyfriendās size.ā
āSimple, the message on the wall.ā You point at the wall and then at the ladder. āBoth you and Yamamoto-san are at eye level to the message, so you two wouldnāt need a ladder to write this out. However, Obaa-san here is at the perfect height if she were to stand on the ladder. Not to mention the traces of her hair we found nearby.ā
āAnd maybe you didnāt directly commit the murder, you sure wanted to hide the evidence. We saw it, ya know. The bleach burns on yer fingers.ā Ito tenses.
āWhile Obaa-san wanted to leave some sort of message, you were strongly against leaving any sort of trace in this room. Using bleach to clean the walls, the floor, and the trophy.ā
āThough the job mustāve been rushed if ya didnāt have the chance to rinse off the bleach from yer hands or to completely wipe the trophy. Thatās when the police arrived.ā
āThat leaves you.ā You turn to Yamamoto. āWe found both yours and Ito-sanās fingerprints on the trophy. Itās true that the trophy is quite heavy, so youād need a sturdy grip if you were to hit someone at full force. Your fingers were found at the handles of the trophy whereas Ito-sanās were located by the neck, likely left while she was wiping off the bloodstains at the base.ā
Kimura lets out a chuckle, āPerhaps itās time to give up, Iām an old lady and I see no point wasting any more energy when the truth is clear.ā Ito looks at the elderly woman, surprised, but she offers no input. āTakahashi-kun deserved this. Iāve seen how poorly he has treated Tomoe-chan over the years.ā
She turns to Ito. āThis girl has been nothing but kind to this lonely old lady since weāve met, even taking time to help me tend to my garden. She reminded me so much of my granddaughter..." Kimura's expression becomes sullen as she continues. "One day, I overheard an argument and decided enough is enough. I spoke with Tomoe-chan the night after about a plan to end things, but Yamamoto-san eavesdropped on us when he came by to drop off his coworker after a night of drinking. Rather than reporting us to the police, he decided to join. And so, the events played out just as you two have deduced.ā
Kimura looked towards the wall and sighs, "Something within me wanted to ensure his reputation was properly tarnished - so I decided to leave that message. My impulsiveness has costed us- costed her..."
The police move to handcuff the three, Kimura and Ito offering no resistance. However, Yamamoto shook off the officers and made a beeline to the entrance.
āShoot, Kudo we gotta catch him!ā You and Heiji break into a sprint but you two hear a loud thunk before either of you gets far.
You two see the murder weapon rise proudly in the air...
...before smacking against Yamamoto.
And just like that, the case was over.
āStrange case-solving session, but another case solved huh, Kudo?"
"Yeah, honestly I'm surprised nothing went awry..." You have a lot of questions to ask Haibara.
"Well, letās not forget all the help we got from the lil guy!ā Heiji grins and bends down to pat Conan Jr. with his finger. Surprisingly it elicits no hostileĀ results. In fact Junior shows no reaction to Heiji at all.
āYa think Junior is doing okay?, heās lookinā a bitā¦ off.ā
You turn to look at Conan Jr. and his cause for concern is justified. Not like Junior emotes often but this, this is stranger than normal. Usually after solving a case you always get that sense of satisfaction from unveiling the truth, so shouldnāt this version of yourself feel the same? Sure, Conan Jr. is made in your likeness and has the abilities to do detective work just like yourself (just with a whole forensics team packed in his small body), but the similarities seem to end there.
After some conversation, you and Heiji bid farewell before he takes his train back to Osaka. Itās evening now and you receive a call from Dr. Agasa that the Detective Boys are having a sleepover at the professorās house. You missed out on the last few sleepovers so theyād be really disappointed if you donāt show up this time. However, Ran planned on making a special meal tonight after winning a generous coupon from the local supermarket's lottery. She seemed pretty excited about the meal tooā¦
Naturally, whatever choice you make, Conan Jr. will follow. Although adept at detective work, you hesitate to let the little guy out of your sight.
Where does Conan and Conan Jr. go next?
Professor Agasa's House
Mouri Detective Agency
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So, technically, I know Thanksgiving is an American holidayā¦ historyā¦ yadda yadda. However, this is not Thanksgiving.
This is Mootsgiving, and what I say goes ācause this is my holiday. Anyway! Mootsgiving is all the basic ideas of Thankgiving but better because Iām 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 youāre thankful for
My name is Runar, I brought the eggnog, and Iām grateful for each and every one of you šš«¶
Really sappy and really long paragraph/speech under the cut!!
Sooooā¦ to start off my big long speechā¦ *clinks my fancy wine glass thatās filled with a mysterious substance* (Itās 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 didnāt talk much. I was reclusive. I was okay, but I was empty. I didnāt have a purpose. And while I wasnāt 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 thenā¦ it did. And I got more than I bargained for, even, I got a friend. My first friend.
From there, everythingā¦ 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 wonderfullyā¦ 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 weāve only talked one time, you have a special place in my heart. The character growth has beenā¦ one hell of a ride. Iāve 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 wouldnāt 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 donāt 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.
Yay thank you for inviting me! I'm also grateful for you <333
I'm Ash, I brought pasta (plain pasta, only they're a normal amount of salty. It's my safe food lol). And I'm really, really grateful for the opportunity to go to a mental health specialist, actually getting some help, and my mental health starting to shift for the better.
hello!! i'm raven and i brought cheesecake! and i'm so grateful for everything that has gotten me through this hard year, from my friends (irl and online) to my hyperfixations to a couple of music artists (more specifically, conan gray). i'm so thankful that i discovered all of you, i really really am, i genuinely couldn't have made it through this year without you guys. even if we've only talked once or twice or a hundred times, i hold you all so dearly in my heart. i love you guys <3
i'm so sorry if i forgot anyone, i'm falling asleep on my feet but i just wanted to finish writing this haha
(first of all holy shit op that speech was so sweet and stuff I actually almost cried)
Thanks for the tag!
Hey guys Iām Emma, I brought sausage and peppers (itās an Italian thing I promise this is a normal thanksgiving food)
Iām grateful my friends (both irl and online here), who are really more like a family if Iām being honest. To me, the title āfriendā just doesnāt truly capture the bonds that Iām so lucky to have made with the people Iāve met and surrounded myself with. Weāve all gone thru so much shit in our own separate lives and yet not only are we all still here surviving, but we are truly and genuinely living. And part of that, I think, is bc weāve managed to create this sort of little community on here meant to lift each other up and be the support system that not everyone has out in The Wild. It doesnāt matter that we donāt know the full story, bc all we see is that another person just needs someone else to Be There, and thatās more than enough for us to step in and support whoever it is thatās struggling.
I think Iāve only posted vents abt my personal shitshow maybe once or twice, but there was still at least three different blogs that reached out to me on that post, making sure I was ok. And I know Iāve gone out of my way to do that too. And I know it makes a difference. Bc Iāll make a vent post thinking that itāll just go out into The Void and that no one will see it, but then when I get a reblog or comment checking in, I realize how nice it feels to know that there are other people out there and that they care. Not only do these strangers on the internet see and hear me, but they genuinely give two shits about me yk? And so anytime I see a vent post, regardless if that post is from a moot or not, I make sure to respond bc I know how much it means to know that somebody out there cares.
And Iām also lucky that Iāve surrounded myself with legitimately kind and thoughtful people irl too. That I have those physical pillars of support to rely on as well. And I really do hope that you guys also either currently have or are creating similar communities in your own worlds too. Bc I know shit sucks and it feels like everybodyās out to get you, but I promise that those lifelong friends are right there and that you just have to go looking for them. I mean if thereās so many of us online, then there has to be at least one irl. Itās scary and youāre gonna want to shit yourself, but taking that first little step of saying hi or introducing yourself really does make a difference. Hell, half the friends I make both irl and here are just bc I started out the convo by making a sarcastic joke. Seriously tho, itās going to be ok and itās most definitely worth it.
Hi, I'm Koi I brought super noodles (it's my safe food) and I'm thankful for my irl and online friends and how their always there for many and checking if I'm ok and care about me more than my family. Love you guys <3
Hi Iām Charley, I brought potatoes and Iām thankful ssm for my besties S and M, and also all my online friends bc I wouldnāt be here without yāall and my besties so ya
uhm ive never done a thanksgiving forget abt a MOOTSGIVING before so lowkey am not really sure what to say š
so basically i started this blog as a substitute for pinterest (had to delete it :C) and bcuz i kept seeing a bunch of cool shit abt it so i was like "WELL WHY NOT" and now ive made like....... a bunch of fucking friends so šš
so i bought uhh....... gummy worms!!!! like, a bunch of packets so we ALL can share!! >,< (again, i have never been to thanksgiving)
anyways one thing im greatful for is all my friends EXISTENCE (online n irl) and the fact that my mum finally is taking my request for her n my dad to get divorced seriously, AMEN šāØļø
GASP THANK U FOR INVITING ME TO MOOTSGIVING ILY KARMA <333
hihi i'm lee and i brought the pork egg rolls :DD (ik it isn't a traditional thanksgiving food but my family and i have it every year and it'd be so amazing if i can share it with guys even tho i physically can't :')
i'm honestly so grateful to have real friends here. idc that people say that some online friendships are bad and dangerous, but being friends with you all makes me so happy. you guys put always manage to make me feel happy and safe even tho i'm one of the youngest and only been here for about a year, or maybe even less. you all feel like truer friends than some of the people i know in real life, and i love the energy and happiness i feel you radiate whenever we interact. so to sum it up, i'm super grateful that i've met all of you, and you all truly make me feel happier than ever. thank you for being my friends and second family <3
no pressure tags: @fandomgirl002 @6loganfields9 @youngjusticerulez @railway323 @b1zzybee
HII im isa and im bringing sour patch bc they are my favorite thing Ever!!
im so so so thankful to all the super awesome and amazing people ive met and talked to here on tumblr <3. thank you guys for building such a safe space and honestly just being friends with me or supporting my writing or vibing in communites w me. i dont know what i would do without you guys. whether we were good friends in the past, or the present, or even the future, if you see this, thank you, thank you, thank you <33
and i mean that is one thing im grateful for, but im also super grateful for the fact that i do not have to go on another plane for at least a year (i just got off of one guys. im not alive rn).
but yes!! tagging some mutuals!! (sorry if you were already tagged but also i need to express my thanks so too bad) @whoa-itsme, @tashanottusha, @tenderestofchicken, @sunny-inajar, @afrogwhocantdraw
HIYA Iām Mya! :D Iām brining pasta chicken Alfredo!!!
im so very thankful for my friends irl and online. So happy I have people to talk to about my interests when I canāt with my family(theyād think Iām crazy). I love finding someone with the same interests as me online and just talking as much as possible. Tumblr is so very supportive and kind and just awesome. Theyāre are so many great people on here and itās just awesome š I love my moots very much and tumblr in general. And um yeah thatās all I can think of<3
Hi, I'm Annie! I have never been to Thanksgiving so...uh...
I'm bringing fried broccoli and carrots with mushrooms because even though I know this dish will be hated there needs to be some veggies before we all die of caloric surplus.
I am so so SO very stupid happy and grateful for y'all. Seriously. And since I'm lucky to have both IRL and online friends see the below paragraphs;
IRL: thank you so much. Seriously. I was in a dark (and stupid) place when I thought I could somehow spend all my teenage years friendless and happy. (Obviously failed since I got pretty depressed-) I...would probably be bad in terms of mental state. Thank you for being there for me, for giving me something to look forward to, and continuing to be there even when I get very very annoying.
Online: thank you so much. I love seeing the stories you write, the art you draw, the pieces you create, and thank you for encouraging me to continue writing. It amazes me that I actually have mutuals that cross borders because it's just so amazing? That I can chat with people from other countries and so different lives? It's just beautiful and I love learning about you and your stories.
Acquaintances: I've been told to not get so attached. Well darn it I am. Even if we've only met once I hope you are doing okay and you're happy. I hope that your drama has ended and you are content. I hope your lives spin on and continue to become more beautiful. I hope that despite whatever happens to you you end up happy.
Family: thank you for trying. Thank you for giving me my life. Thank you for giving me all I have.
The name's Sam and I'm uhh going to bring cheese toast cuz that's the only thing I'm craving right now early morning.
There's a lot of things I'm thankful about this entire year and my online friends are definitely one of the best things that happened to me which I'm grateful for. Through the different ups and downs, all the changes like joining college and hostel and all its been crazy!
So to all that know me and my madness, both irl and online, thanks for being with me so far!
I'm not a person of many words so that's all imma express!
I unfortunately do not follow many people here or atleast don't know many of my oomfs here š« so imma just tag the very limited no. I know
