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I had an upsetting dream last night.

kitty boy jumpscare!! Rawr X3 (meow!? o_O)

Virgil: Janus, if you could find it in your heart to take Remus watching duty from me tonight so I can go to the MCR concert, it would make my world a little brighter, and be a step up for our friendship-

Patton: That was really sweet Virgil!

Virgil: Thanks- Wait, where did Janus go?

Patton: Oh, he walked away right after you said ‘tonight’-

Virgil: -Excuse me Patton, COME BACK HERE YOU BITCH YOU OWE ME FOR THE LAST 3 WEEKS OF REMUS DUTY YOU ASS!!

Bloop, Janus angst

Virgil: To my fellow emos, my dark goths, my beloved eboys egirls and etheys, when someone points at your black clothes and asks ‘whose funeral is it?’, make a good show of looking around the room before telling them ‘I haven’t decided yet, but maybe it should be the next person who speaks’. Guaranteed to shut them up. You’re welcome.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

What would you do

What would you do if you showed up for a date with me, and instead of a guy like I said in my dating profile, I was a small injured deer?

And you asked me why I didn't say I was a small injured deer in my profile, and I said I was worried you would hate me for being so small and injured?

And then I got a salad and slowly nibbled on it, flapping my ears while you told me about warhammer 40 thousand. And then when it came time to split the bill, I told you I had no money because I'm a creature of a forest, but that I would pay you for my portion in song?

And so I sat up on my hind legs, and sang the most beautiful sonata you've ever heard in your life. I sang of the valleys and the rivers. In the first part of the song, you could hear my voice waver from the pain of my injury. But then it crescendoed with fire and determination, as if in the middle of that very song I decided that I must keep living no matter what happens, and that you must keep living too?

Then, when you came back to your senses from being entranced by the beauty of the song, there were tears streaming down your face? I was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only a single autumn leaf on the table? You looked down at your hands, and in your hands was a small note with your childhood dream you had long forgotten on it, written by your own hand?

What would you do?

Would you be mad?

there are two times i sing "blood" by mcr: when i'm feeling happy and a little quirky, and when i'm so sad but also so angry and it feels like the whole world is out to get me but they just pretend to like me, but i'm also feeling a little quirky