#if u give a mouse a tumblr [mouse]

[gallaghersgal]

okokok i got one for ya

you go to ta lip asking what you can do for extra credit. he is a Perv about it -🐁

hi mousey!! uhh this one kinda ran away from me. nsfw 18+. dom!lip, power imbalance (sexy), m!recieving oral, sorority girl reader, she's bleach blonde but thats just a mentality ykwim

groveling wasn't normally in your nature. you were smart, despite the bleach blonde, sorority girl stereotype. but this class was something else, and if you weren't on the right track for your sorority's gpa requirement you wouldn't be able to go to formal. and there was no way you were missing formal, not with your younger sister coming from out of state to go with you.

you're in lip's dorm room in a showy little top and shorts, looking at him with big pleading eyes. "come on, what can i do for a better grade, hm?" you ask, fingers trailing over his chest.

lip chuckles, putting a hand on your shoulder. "i guess, if you were to give me something in return, i could bump you up a couple'a points." he's smirking, hips resting back against his desk as one hand pushes you gently down onto your knees. "i know y'r a smart girl. put that pretty little head to use, yeah?"

you give him a sly smile, fingers tracing over the clear bulge in his unbelievably tight jeans. leaning forward, you mouth over his crotch, not missing the way he gasps at the sensation.

"c'mon, y'know better than that. take it out, go on," he tells you, and his fingers thread through your hair and yank a bit until you obey. nimble fingers undo the button, tugging the fabric down past his hips, then repeating the motion with his boxers. lip smirks down at you, his grip loosening as he mumbles, "atta girl."

you take his hardening tip between your lips, working the rest in your hand while looking yp through your lashes. the moment you get him hard enough you're taking him deep, tip nudging against the back of your throat. one large hand cradles the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock and holding you there, your nose is buried in the little tuft of hair at the base of his happy trail.

"good fuckin' girl," lip groans, moving you up and down his shaft himself, "takin' my dick like a fuckin' champ, jesus."

you just make eyes at him and continue to swirl your tongue around his sensitive head with every upward drag. it isn't long before he's huffing you a weak, "gonna cum, shit, y'gonna swallow f'me?"

"mmhm," is hummed against him, and you can feel his dick twitch in your mouth. with no other warning he pushes himself fully into your mouth, holding you there while hot, salty ropes of cum spill into your throat. you gag a bit but manage to swallow, eyes blissfully closed.

"yeah, that deserves at least a ninety-five," he says with a chuckle, pulling you off his softening cock. you loll your tongue out, showing the bit of his load still there and letting him slap his length against it with a wet 'thwack' that has you clenching your thighs.

lip tucks himself back into place, tugging up the zipper before fitting his hands under your armpits to lift you to your feet. he smashes his mouth to your own, tongue pushing past the seam of your lips to taste himself. before you know what's happening he's spun the two of you around, sitting you up on his desk and dropping to his knees.

"w-what are you-"

"shut up," he grumbles, eager fingers tugging at the button of your shorts. there's an impish grin on his face as he continues, "'m not gonna leave you needy, know y'r a whore."

end.

[starscelly]

if you give a goalie a knife...

[obsessivestar]

please for the love of god I crave a Ted x reader fluff of him teaching u how to edit smth and it’s just him being patient and it’s just sweet and happy live u Star u a pos

Patience is Key-framing

A Ted Nivison x Reader fluff fic

Just a small lil' one shot because you asked so nicely ♡ (literally made me laugh when I woke up)

//Warnings: Mentions of/implied anxiety, cursing, other than that this is pure fluff \\

Enjoy!

You had decided to try out this whole "content creation" thing after Ted's best friend Tucker had been telling you about the GameCube video he had been working on. It seemed like a fun little side hobby to help keep the creative juices flowing and you had quite an easy time with the script writing and filming of it all. Now, you figured you'd have an easy time editing it. Ted was nice enough to allow you to use his computer to edit and you've made little edits on your phone before. How complicated can it be?

You open up the editing software Ted had recommended, start a new project and you're hit with...way too much. Way, waaaaay too much. Why is there more than one bar at the bottom? Why are there two screens? What the fuck does 'Farlight' mean? No clips in media pool? THAT'S where the clip goes? What the fuck is the other square for then? What the hell are these icons? Wait why is the player over there if the clips go here? This isn't like my phone at all, how the hell does Ted use this? 'Export Metadata???'

You're hit with so much at once, it's difficult to focus on one thing. You end up in this sort of stunned state where everything in front of you seems a whole lot bigger than it probably is. Suddenly your fingers are sort of shakingly hovering over the mouse and keyboard, confused little 'Ah's and 'What's cutting out of your nervous voice. There's nothing here that makes sense to you. Absolutely nothing. It's way more overwhelming than you thought it'd be. Maybe you should use what's familiar...

"Your hand's supposed to be on the mouse, babe." Ted comes into his room with two bottles, yours and his, topped off with some fresh water from downstairs. He comes and stands next to you, giving you a gentle smile.

"How the fuck do you use this?" you ask with a shaky chuckle, placing your hand on the mouse to begin curiously clicking around. You're trying not to look as freaked out about this software as you are, but jesus fuck, what does ANY of this mean? "I'm not makin' any sense of ANY of this.."

"I did tell you to wait.." Ted tilts his head at you with a knowing smirk, his brow perking up in a sort of 'I told you so' way.

"Okay--I didn't think you meant 'don't open the software', asshole. I.." You narrow your eyes at him, giving him a shaky huff. How were you supposed to know this software was going to look like...this?

"Okay okay, that's on me, it's alright.." Ted knows you don't mean to snap at him. You can see it in his eyes, he knows you're overwhelmed. He reaches up to lightly pet the top of your head in an attempt to calm you down. "I'll help you through it, alright? I'll talk y--not like that--but I'll talk you through it."

A soft smirk spreads along your lips, slightly leaning your head away from his hand. "Don't pet me, it's patronizing.." you comment in a sort of snarky tone, crinkling your nose at him.

"No it's not." Ted let's out a snort. "You're just still thinkin' about me talking you through it."

"Your words, not mine."

"Oh come on. You spend too much time on Tumblr."

"They've got some interesting shit to say about you!"

"I'm sure they do, now let's focus. M'kay? Phone down now. Tumblr thoughts go away."

"Stop talking to me like I'm 5."

"It's calmed you down, hasn't it?"

"....Alright--"

Getting rid of all other distractions, you fully focus on the screen in front of you, listening to Ted as he teaches you the basics of how this software works. He helps take your attention away from anything you won't be using and keeps you focused on what you already know from using your phone. You hate to say it, but the friendly little teaching tone he uses with you is...kinda helpful. You hate it, but it's helpful.

"So let's drop a video from a clip I made the other day. You're gonna go up to File, hover over Import...yep, and click Media."

"What's Pre-conformed EDL?" You cut in, tilting your head. "What's that supposed to--"

"Ah ah ah, doesn't matter. I don't even use it. Click Import. That's where we get the videos."

So that's what you do. You click Import, find the video clip and double click. It brings the clip into the box on the left, way up in the corner. Oh!

"Oh, so this is like...where you keep all the clips?" You ask, feeling like a light has clicked on in your head.

"Yeah, like if you had more than one." Ted replies with a gentle smile, giving you a nod. "Keeps everything organized.."

That actually makes sense.

"Now, if you want to edit a clip, you just draw it down here, where all these white dial lookin' things are..."

When you follow Ted's instructions, the clip that you had selected now shows up in the right box as well as showing the timeline at the bottom, just like how it would look in the editing app on your phone. It's starting to look exactly like you're used to! Even some of the buttons on the bottom are starting to look familiar. Cut, Edit, Color..

"Oh shit, wait, so...if I wanted to cut this..." You slide the timeliness over a few seconds ahead and right click, but you don't see an option to cut that part of the clip. You furrow your eyebrows and glance at Ted, quietly signaling him for help.

"What, are you trying to cut the clip? Like to turn it into two?" Ted asks, standing at bit closer to you to get a clearer look at the screen. "OK, so to do that, you click the scizzor icon over here, and then you'd right click what you want to delete.."

You follow his instructions once more, and it all happens just like he said it would. There's a little green line in the timeline showing exactly where you cut the clip, then you right click, delete the right clip, and boom. That easy. You let out an excited little gasp and wiggle your hands in joy. You're understanding now! You're getting it!

"There ya go! That's good!" Ted praises you with a single clap, shooting you a proud smile.

"Ok! Ok ok ok, I'm getting it.." you let out a thrilled little laugh, placing your hands back on the keyboard and mouse. "It's a few extra buttons, but I'm getting it.."

"Oh yeah, you get used to it, honestly." Ted admits with a little nod, fluffing up the front of his dark hair. "Eventually you can learn to use the keyboard's controls once you know how everything works; everything that you need, at least."

"Keyboard controls?" You turn to Ted, tilting your head a little.

"Like how you can use Alt F4 to close a page, or Control F to search for a word."

"Ohh! Oh that's cool!"

"I know! It is cool!"

Suddenly, something that was easily overwhelming you on your own has become fun with Ted's help. He guides you through every step of turning this one minute of gameplay into a proper clip. He teaches you how to separate game audio and microphone audio so you can hear his commentary clearer, he teaches you how you zoom in and out smoothly, how to add text and how to key frame in other photos and shots to emphasize a moment in the gameplay. Once he got you to focus on re-learning what you knew from your phone editing apps, you were able to ignore everything else in this software that confused you before and focus on what you've learned! You eventually get good enough to go ahead of Ted's instructions, clicking down on the timeline to cut a few seconds of silence from the game audio with relative ease.

"There ya go! And the clip is done!" Ted takes a step back and holds his arms out triumphantly, giving you a proud grin. "That's it! Now you just do that with all the clips you've got from your video! You did good!"

"That's crazy.." You smile back at Ted before looking at the monitor again, looking over the editing software that had overwhelmed you so much before. You still had a lot to learn, but you knew enough to be able to do most of the editing on your own without having to ask any new questions. You kinda hate to admit it, but Ted is a good teacher. He did goto film school, after all.

"Thank you." You turn your chair to face Ted, giving him a cute little bashful smile. You can tell he's proud of you. You're proud of yourself, too.

"Not a problem at all, babe.." Ted slips his hands into his loose pockets, giving a little shrug and a warm smile. "It was overwhelmin' for me too, everything new takes a little time to learn. I'm glad you were okay with me helping you. Makes me happy too."

God, he's just so...

You can't help yourself. You move up off of his chair so you can wrap your arms around him in a big hug, almost trapping his hands in his pockets with your tight grip. He let's out a gentle little chuckle, slipping his hands out of his pockets so he can return the hug, his long arms able to wrap around my whole body. He smells nice...

"...Ted?"

"Mhmm?..."

"...Can you pet my head again?.."

"Yes I can.."

[6raveyardbat]

I love your tumblr theme esp the red sparkles that move with the mouse and how your info is on the side. I want to do something similar to it but I could only manage to change my accent + bg colour before everything got too confusing (；´д｀）ゞ┭┮﹏┭┮ can you give advice on how you did yours?

THANK UUUU im glad u like it !! :3 its p easy honestly just enable 'Custom Theme' in the Blog Settings then 'Edit theme'

then itll take u to like smth like this (itll be blank for u or just plain bg color and whatnot)

go here and click on 'Browse Themes' and just scroll to what you want! for me, i chose 'Stereo by nonspace'

BUTTTT!! most of the customization is in this section so just have fun with it;

for the cursor sparkle things, i followed this thing; its just copy pasting a whole lotta code lol

https://1dceffects.tumblr.com/

I HOPE THIS WAS EASY TO UNDERSTAND AAAA HAVE FUN

[qjaiden]

why is every1 asking you to be unblocked on disocrd. did u block every1..

well sunny… it all started when i waz playing minecraft with my old dead friend Cyrus. i had confided him in that whenever a mouse post goes around, everypony tags me in it. which iz swag, i love when people know me. however multiple people tag and send jt to me and i never want anyone to think im ignoring them so i reblog it repeatedly and then i feel bad for spamming the dash.

cyrus decided to wake up this morning and send me the post 6 times on tumblr then on discord reference it in amogus. ive slept four hours. im evil. i block him on tumblr then discord. he then askz alex to send it to me. i will not be mocked by a french guy. i block him too on discord, not tumblr.

i nearly blocked amalia over this but i would never block a woman without giving her a reason. i told her cyrus waz trying to set her up because he asked her to dm an image of the squeaking terms post. she apologized. she will be the only one with warning

[shoezuki]

Hello!! I have been fighting the horrors of life and away from tumblr for quite some time. Don't mind me whilst I self-inflict homework of catching up on your blog in a deadline of 4 days for absolutely no reason :)

Your Gepard posts have been igniting the brain worms tho. Emotionally exhausted Gep for the win.

May I propose fun scenario, excuse the coming word vomit I am sleep deprived? Gep having been out in the Fragmentum for longer than usual, more casualties from a wave of em after disturbing areas further out in an effort to gather more resources.

Sampo, being the little creature he is, trails the guards when he can and sees Cap acting progressively more numb. You can only force compassion and energy when there's free time not being spent on trying not to die.

Shampoo gives him time to recover before initiating a chase only for Gepard to jus kinda break but in a walls up kinda way. Dude jus kinda shuts down cuz he can't bring himself to muster the drive to put effort into catching him and it shake him a bit.

One thing Sampo is very good at is tugging at that sense of justice in him (even if it isn't really aimed at Sampo) but he can't will even false care for his illegalities and it scares him because his sense of justice and protection are the only things keepin him runnin. Everyone runs outta juice eventually :3

Can't remember where I was goin with this but woo. Missed you, Egg <3

~ 🥃

AYYYYYYYY welcome back whiskey anon!!!!! i hope u gave the Horrors some hell

ooheahhh.h oough god yeah... yeah like. tryin to arrest sampo is probably like.... an Escape from the horrors of the frontlines n the restricted zone. it really does pull at his sense of justice because like. Sampo's a criminal who needs to be apprehended, not some fragmentum monster that tears through guards or the corrupted fragmentum ridden bodies of his deceased guards. in the restricted zone or outside the city theres nothing but the fragmentum and its constant. Except when sampo shows up, either poking at gepard on purpose or getting caught pilfering their supplies or smuggling things into the city.

so for gepard to just.. not care about sampo poking around and being where he shouldnt. things must be REALLY bad.

gepard just. absolutely exhausted, the fragmentum not receding no matter how many monstrosities they destroy, yet his guards are getting more and more injured or worse. Gepard hasnt slept in days, cant even pretend to lay in bed and sleep. They're running out of supplies and ammunition, more guards are being sent back to the infirmary than there are coming to the frontlines as reinforcements, and gepard is just so fucking tired. theres bloodstains on his uniform from having to pull guards out from the claws of fragmentum he'd frozen still and having to staunch wounds on the battlefield. But like. what can he do? they cant give up, no matter how many of them die or if he dies. because if they do then theres nothing to keep the city safe from the fragmentum. so he has to just. bare it.

Sampo is trifling around in Gepards tent when gep catches him. he was technically looking for some supplies or any relics theyd confiscated or information on the silvermanes' supply chain but more than anything he was just trying to be a nuisance. and Gepard catches him. but instead of their usual cat and mouse game gepard just. doesnt care. he cant seem to be bothered. just tells sampo to get out and leaves.

and thats like. kinda horrifying for sampo? i mean this is the shield of belobog and he is too fatigued to care about this lowly criminal. but also its boring. theres no fun without a chase. sampo Likes gepards unwavering sense of justice and how he never seems to back down or falter. yet here he is going against the script. its uncanny

(maybe the next day, gepard warily finds that the fragmentum have finally, finally retreated from the restricted zone a bit. he doesnt want to get his hopes up but when patrolling all he can find is traces of the corrosion and only a few battered flame and frostspawns meandering around. he has no clue what has happened but its a moment of respite. after gepard assesses their supplies, the state of his silvermane guards, gets in touch with bronya and establishes a plan of action for automatons to come in as reinforcement, he goes back to his personal tent. Sampo is there again, but this time he's desperately trying to bandage the wounds the fragmentum left on him with gepard's medical supplies before he's found out.)

[scabplucker]

scab, you finally have your asks on!!! I wanted to ask you this since we talked about your modern(?) geto 🤔 (yes I think about him often and have been planning on drawing him)

what bands do you listen to, can you give me some recommendations? 😄 you mentioned back then that you were projecting that onto geto LOL

oh…. my…. god….. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THIS!!! giving me an excuse to finally yap about music 😌😌😌 appreciate you tumblr user evillex11 ❤️ AND OMG ID LOVE TO SEE YOU DRAW HIM❤️❤️❤️ PREFACING WITH U REALLY DONT HAVE TO READ THIS ALL, i went a little nuts SORRY

OKAY, yes i listen to lots of bands, and as of recent i’ve found myself wanting to project the themes of these songs onto geto so baddd, because sometimes i’ll just be listening to a song and it’ll all just click into place and it’ll physically pain me to at least not sketch up something 😭😭😭 i have a list at this point full of songs for potential satosugu animatic thingies

I’D LOVE TO RECC YOU SOME BANDS!!! I lean towards indie/alt, grunge rock bands but i can get pretty diverse, so it all just depends on what you enjoy listening to. Bands like Modest Mouse and Built to Spill have been getting me through life recently.

Built to Spill always has magical fucking guitar riffs, and you can just tell the guitarist is having fun with it. “Keep it like a Secret” is currently my favorite album from them, with songs like “You Were Right” and “Carry the Zero” being some of my favorites. There’s this song from their album called “Perfect from Now On” that I’ve been closely relating to Geto a LOT called “I Would Hurt a Fly”. WARNING!!! about to geek out about the lyrics in relation to Geto.

“I can't get that sound you make

Out of my head

I can't even figure out what's making it

No one else around even seems to be noticing

It's only small enough for me”

I Imagine “I can’t get that sound you make out of my head,” and so on would elude to the cultists all around them clapping as Geto enters the room, where Gojo stood there holding Riko in his arms. After the fact (post riko and toji and all that shit) I always loved the subtle details of something as inconsequential like rain pattering outside while he spoke to Yuki, sounding like clapping and then slowly shifting to the genuine sound of rainfall. Or that scene where he was taking a shower, contemplating his morality and reflecting on past events, the beads of water falling to the floor slowly shift into the sound of clapping. Like it’s all still constantly buzzing in his mind. Little details like that make me love Geto as a character and just how well written his descent into animosity was towards non-sorcerers.

“There's a mean bone in my body

It's connected to the problems

That I won't take for an answer”

He won’t take being complacent to jujutsu society, or consuming cursers and seeing his comrades die for these non-sorcerers for an answer anymore.

“And I won't take that from you

Because I'd

Hurt a fly”

He wont take that from Satoru, because he’d def hurt a fly!!! song title drop!!!

Anyways sorry for the ramble, but def check that band out! If rough sounding voices is a turn-off for you when it comes to songs then you might now fw them, but this is also the same for my next recc,

MODEST MOUSE!! fucking love this band, i will unapologetically say that “Interstate 8” is a masterpiece. They’re also very rough sounding, which personally i really enjoy. Plus the lyricism is nuts, i love how things are put, especially with “Whenever You Breathe Out, I Breathe In”. It’s one of the more mellow songs, but then again i’d say that album is pretty mellow. I have “Edit the Sad Parts” right before in my playlist, and the song no joke has a couple of minutes of just absolute silence. And I won’t even notice music has stopped playing since I’m usually doing something while I listen, then “Whenever You Breathe Out, I Breathe In” will kick in and I’ll just feel the air punch out my lungs. Love that album so much.

There’s also this really underrated fucking band called “Stuck in the Sound”, I put their “Pursuit” album cover as one of Geto’s pins on his bag ❤️❤️ you might have seen the animation for their song “Let’s Go”, if you haven’t i HIGHLY recommend you watch it. The song SLAPS and got me hooked, I couldn’t stop watching the animation. “Let’s Go” is in the “Pursuit” album which houses some of my favorite songs from them such as “Criminal” which has such a nice sound to it, also a personal favorite “Silent and Sweet” which just hits different when you need a good cry. An all time favorite of mine is in their album “Nevermind the Living Dead” called “Toy Boy”. I used to just strum that song on my guitar til my fingers were sore all the time, it’s so nice to just scream that song out. I LOVE THIS BAND SM 10/10

Also been listening to Radiohead quite a bit recently, and “Black star” is about loving someone who’s mentally ill, I believe, and how you maybe be teetering along a fragile line constantly making sure another day passes by without any extreme conflict. And then the song depicts that person then separating from that love interest only to find themselves prone to the same emotional breakdowns. I thought the concept of that oddly fit well with satosugu if you think about how Geto defecting might have privately affected Gojo. I did a small animatic thing for that with Gojo after having to kill Geto!!!! I’ve mostly been listening to the album “The Bends”, has some hard hitters like “Just” or “Sulk”, I fw the guitar in “Planet Telex” a BUNCH. I ❤️ radiohead

ONE MORE I PROMISE. I’ve always been an all time Arctic Monkeys fan. Their discography is super diverse because they’ve been experimenting and changing a lot throughout the years!!! They go from garage band type rock, to alt rock, to pop, to lounge music type jazz?? I love each and every album. I used the song “Batphone” (personal favorite) for the most recent animatic thing I did, the guitar in it is so strong and cleverly inserted, i’ve always wanted to do something with that song. I started conceptualizing a storyboard with a song called “Secret Door” on their “Humbug” album (every song on there is a banger) that you saw on my instagram story (also an all time favorite)! I def recommend “Humbug”, “Favourite Worst Nightmare”, or “Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not” if you want to delve into their rock stuff, but if you’re feeling experimental DEFINITELY check out “Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino”. The album is always super hated on but it’s probably one of my favorites, super underrated. You’ve probably heard songs from their “AM” album like “R U Mine?” or “Why’d You Only Ever Call Me When You’re High?” since they got pretty popular, so if you like a mesh of both pop and rocky elements, check that out too!!!

ANWAYS SORRY FOR SUCH A RAMBLE. TLDR: Arctic Monkeys, Built to Spill, Modest Mouse, Radiohead and Stuck in the Sound is AWESOME!! give them a listen, i know i didn’t really even bring up any grunge bands like at all but Dinosaur Jr is really neat. Not in rotation rn, but the song Sludgefeast is magical.

THANKS SM FOR THE ASK

[alienboy51]

what is the best iteration of the mickey/donald/goofy friendship that still retains all of their personality traits?

i WOULD say paul rudish cartoons, but i think what was done to goofy in those cartoons is unforgivable (i'll explain another time), no matter how good the show is. so then i COULD say the 3 musketeers, but it kind of just about gets rid of donald's anger until near the end of the movie. and there's so many different ways to characterize mickey mouse that i don't even know what his set personality even is.

SO I ASK TUMBLR!!!!!!!! plz give me some feel good mickey mouse stuff with his buddies in it ... fank u... i'm getting hyped for epic mickey \(>O<)/

[deemsterrr]

Hi! I’m Sterrr,

I’m kind of new to all this but I offer the Gravity Falls Fandom a fanfic! (More like sh!tty cobbled together comic ideas)

It’s kind of my personal interpretation of Stanford and Stanley’s childhood and how their dynamic was and changed. (Very sorry if my HC’s change them completely I tried)

I would appreciate it if you checked it out and I will try to update as fast as I can! Thank you 🫶

Tumblr Ver. Under the cut

Tw: old offensive dated word used to describe autism and implied abuse (they will never make me like you Filbrick Pines)

I was born first; fifteen minutes before Stanley to be exact. My mother would often tell me she wished she made me cry more. Not in a malicious way, for I was as quiet as a mouse, from my birth to my sixth birthday.

Stanley could never; it’s honestly amazing how he got enough air to his lungs to be able to speak for as long as he could. I liked that about him. I foolishly used to think he would do all the talking for the both of us, he was capable of that. We were twins after all.

Now we never had twin telepathy, but he would often know what I wanted with just a look. Our Mother found it endearing and would exclaim that Stanley was her little telepath. Our father did not. Often scolding our mother for celebrating insignificant achievements.

Once Stan and I were old enough to go to kindergarten, that’s when father started disciplining me for being mute helping me speak. In his own tough guy way. Father would ignore me whenever I was in his presence, I do not see the vision as he usually did anyway. which did not change much. So he made my mother give me less attention. She stopped waiting for us at the door when we came back from school, with our fresh scrapes and bruises from either rough housing or bullies. I did not react much to the change, as I thought mom had better, more important things to attend to. Stanley did not take the change well. He would always proclaim his entrance, something along the lines of ‘Your bundles of joy are home!’ or ‘Your entertainment is back!’

Mother would be by the window with her back facing us and would wince when Stan would jump and hug her real tight. Usually she and Stanley would start engaging in conversation, while I would just take in their colorful stories, but she, more often than not, started giving excuses to Stan, and told him to chat with me in our room for a while. I wonder if Stanley ever saw the bruises that she hid.

Mother would still make dinner though, but would eat in her room as ‘she wasn’t feeling well’. So it ended up being my father, Stan and I at the dinner table, most nights. One particular night, we ended up eating chicken. I never liked the feeling of chicken skin and as usual, I’d give my brother all the food I could not stomach. Father did not like that, slamming his fork on the table, making me and my brother flinch, dropping the skin on the floor.

“Stanford! I’ve dealt with your idiotic habits long enough! First you don’t speak, then your mother spouts some nonsense about ‘Asperger’s’ and now you're wasting your food! Pick that skin up and eat it, now!”

Stan started to defend me, “Pa, I don’t mi-”

Father slammed his hand on the table again, cutting off my brother, “God, you’re just like your mother. Do you want to be hit too? Now stop rocking that chair before I give you something to talk about. ” Stan flinched, stilling and started to chew his lip.

I ended up eating the skin, we ate in silence and I ate the most chicken skin I have ever had before. After dinner, I threw up all that I ate while Stan sat on the rim of the bathtub, kicking his feet and being uncharacteristically quiet. Stanley ended up in my bunk that night. In the darkness, I whispered, “Thank you.”

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short ik but u should see the other two im letting collect dust,,

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[gallaghersgal]

okokok last thing i'll send for sleepover i just wanted another one w fiona<3

"wear a jacket, it's cold out." fiona's too motherly to everybody around her she does it to you too

-🐁

you're late to work, trying to run out the door while all the younger gallaghers are getting ready for school. you thunder down the stairs after almost beating carl's ass for taking too long in the bathroom. spending so much time around the gallaghers, you weren't afraid to put an eleven year old in his place.

you find your sneakers in the mess of shoes on the staircase, step carefully over frank's sleeping form, and dash into the kitchen. "fi, i gotta go," you say quickly, grabbing your purse from the counter and pressing a quick kiss to fiona's cheek. "i'll get debs and carl from school today, love you."

you turn to dash off but fiona catches your wrist. "hey, wait a sec, jesus. i made you lunch."

you step back into the kitchen, rocking on your heels as she pulls a brown paper bag out of the fridge. "thank you," you murmur as she steps into your space.

"love you," she says as her lips land a quick kiss to yours, pressing the bag into your hands before letting you go. "and wear a jacket, its cold out!" she calls after you.

you're already halfway out the door, but you turn around to snatch a coat from the rack by the door, flashing her a smile in return.

end.

[sleepystories07]

Hiiii!!! This is my first post here, I don't know very well how Tumblr works but I'll learn it with the time.

And this drawing is one I made 1 week ago with ms paint and my mouse cause that was literally all I had, I want to say that I don't have too much practice on digital art, you can give me advice if u want!! ^^

[elena-illustration]

oh my god I’ve been watching your animatics over and over again on YouTube and I just now realized you have a tumblr hsgsjdudjdh

anyway I love your art and your animatics! I really love the contrast of Cadogan’s and Ernest’s fast paced animatics compared to Mouse’s slower paced one :) (if anything happens to Mouse I will riot we need to protect her)

also thank you for introducing me to runs in the family because now it’s one of my favorite songs and I realized it’s fits one of my OCs perfectly lol

THANK YOU!!

You're giving me the strength to keep working on the series ahaha ;u; 💌

[pinkrelish]

literally rejoined tumblr yesterday bc i missed seeing the updates on TYP and you answering fun asks about the characters. so glad to be back and see u having fun!!

i'm glad you're back too! giving little peeks behind the scenes, or answering questions about TYP lore are probably my favorite, since i can expand on ideas that won't make it to the final cut, or geek about how, yeah, miss mouse would be a 1993 version of a pinterest mom and drop everything to do arts and crafts with adrie.

here's a snazzy sentence from chapter 10 as a gift:

“Baby,��� he whined in a docile sigh.

[unpopularbunny]

This lowkey been a long time coming if I’m being honest. I am also a massive fucking hypocrite because I will avoid Baku/kiri/reader fics but this??? This right here??? 🙇‍♀️ I’m on the floor baby. (Ngl this has like a pinch of body shaming in it, just wanna preface by saying I do not hate any specific group of people based on any physical trait they may have. I just want more love for big girlies.)

Pairing: chifuyu/reader/baji

You already know: reader is a fat girl!!!!! everyone’s an adult, no set timeline, fuck it we ball 🏀, paranormal slutivity, your fave mans is a whore, public shenanigans, reader lowkey under the influence but there’s no dub/noncon, no beta reader again so if u point out any flaws ur being mean to me and if ur mean to me I’ll die, reblogs make u SO big brained 🗿🗿

Minors: ur mama know what you doin? I’m telling 💥

A/n: I’ll add a readmore when i get home and can make sure tumblr wont eat my post when I do.

🌹🌷🌹

you just wanted to be different for once. To ignore years of mass media telling you how to dress, to feel wild and FREE. you wanted tight revealing clothes and makeup all over your face, you wanted men to jaw drop and double take at the sight of your hips swaying.

This fantasy never got far and you never predicted you’d end up between two friends who always shared in the name of brotherly camaraderie.

Leeeets take it back about a week.

You weren’t by any means conservative in your day by day fashion, you just didn’t dress how you truly wanted to. You were always worried about the stares you’d get, stares that dared to ask ‘does she know she’s embarrassing herself?’. As time went on the urge to free yourself from the confines of stretchy jeans and sweaters was too much to ignore any longer. All it took was one night of drinking at home for you to blow nearly half a paycheck on clothes that were one inch away from getting you in legal trouble. You felt justified in this, it was your turn damnit!!! You were tired of hours doom scrolling on your phone and watching all the pretty skinny girls be drowned in affection, you wanted to make people notice you. You wanted to make men think about you as you walked passed, you deserved attention and people to fawn over you.

Needless to say, the next day you realized how fucking delusional your thinking was the night before.

You nursed a headache all through the day and when you got home you were greeted by your roommate in the livingroom looking like the cat that caught the mouse. Next to her on the couch was a plastic package, she shook it at you wiggling her eyebrows and you snatched it from her before she could even ask and shuffled to your room. You could hear her cackling. It’s not like you had any kind of bad blood with your roommate, you two were actually childhood friends, you just didn’t want anyone to see your secrets.

You showered and stood in your room, staring at the package on your bed before deciding fuck it and ripping it open. You couldn’t even remember what all you ordered anyway. Most of the articles of clothing were black, save for some racy sets of underwear you thought looked cute. You refused to believe any of it could fit you, it seemed so….small. There was no way in hell you were going to give up now though, you spent all that fucking money so there was no reason not to try the clothes on.

A mistake really.

They fit you far too good.

Sure, it was tight, but not uncomfortably so, in fact the tightness felt comforting in a way? The tops hugged your curves and even though your tummy peaked out at the bottom, you thought it looked cute in a way. The skirts wouldn’t stay down, rolling up your ass when you paced your room, you’d definitely have to wear a jacket with those. The pants needed belts, your waist to hip ratio was too different for them to stay up. They felt tigh and constricting on your hips and thighs, but there was plenty of waist room. After posing a bit in your mirror you sort of lost yourself for a bit. Falling in love with your curves and admiring how your body had so many wonderful attributes.

You almost screamed when someone’s knocked on the door.

You failed to lock it and it was your downfall.

Your roommate was all gasps and awes’ at your state. She paced around you like a tiger and assaulted you with compliments, no matter how you tried to shush her and make excuses, she wouldn’t hear it. She made you re-try on all the clothes so she could see them all. It felt like you were back to school shopping with your mom, except this time she wasn’t forcing you into bullshit khakis and polos. It actually turned into a bunch of fun as she gave you tips for accessorizing and hair styling.

When all was calmed down and you two were on the couch she took your weakness and vulnerability as a chance to strike like the snake she is.

She insisted you two go out this weekend!

You couldn’t even shoot her down, she had just spent the last hour boosting your ego and self esteem that you mumbled out a small ‘I guess’. She clapped her hands in glee and started firing off names of bars and clubs and she got the same responses from you every time ‘you pick’ and ‘I’ve never been there before.’ The most you told her is that you wanted to go somewhere you wouldn’t be recognized by coworkers or other friends and colleagues.

She just threw her head back and laughed, saying that you wouldn’t be recognizable with those clothes on anyway.

You couldn’t help but feel a little paranoid about what she had in store for you.

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The week went by too fast for your liking and every time you tried to back out of the plans you were strongarmed by your roommate. She wasn’t going to let you go that easy. When Saturday arrived you tried avoiding her, but she was more determined than you’ve ever seen her.

You gave in and let her do with you as she pleased.

She picked out your outfit from the new clothes you bought and dug around your closet for some platforms you’d bought years ago but never worn (amazingly they still fit regardless of your calves.). She styled your hair and even did your makeup (you still got to pick the colors (: ), you felt like a sacrifice being painted up before the ritual.

How close to this assumption you were.

The club she dragged you two was some hole in the wall in shibuya with low lights and loud music. You were sweating before you even went in and it was only hotter once you two were inside. You could feel the bass shoot through your entire body and you felt so nervous and couldn’t look anywhere but the floor. Your friend ordered you both a few drinks, or rather ‘liquid courage’ she dubbed it. You were thankful for it, seeing as after a few drinks you felt much more comfortable in your skin than before. Your friend excused herself to the bathroom and you smiled and waved her off as she went, taking a few more sips of whatever new fruit concoction was in front of you.

After a few moments you were occupied on both sides by two new people. You glanced to your right and had to look up to see the man, Jesus Christ, even with platforms on he still had a few inches on you. He had long silky black hair, brown eyes, and a smile so sinister you would normally feel scared. You smiled right back and when you glanced to your left you were a few inches taller than other man. This man had short cut black hair, the cutest green eyes you’d ever seen, and ear piercings. Speaking of ears, the tips of his seemed to be tinted a little….pink?

You weren’t sure what to do now that men approached you first so you went back to looking down at your drink and sipping at it. You were a little hunched over and caught bits and pieces of the men having a conversation over your head. ‘You like this one?’ ‘Baji don’t objectify women like that, its kinda gross.’ ‘I’m just trying to help is all’ His laugh caught you off guard and you jumped.

“Eh? What’s wrong girlie? Did we scare you?” You glanced to your right and..baji? Was leaning down into your personal space. When you leaned back you were leaning into his friend, who didn’t exactly seem to hate your body pressing into his.

“No- you’re just a little…close is all” you were surprised anyone could hear you over the music.

“C’mon baji let’s le-“ baji waved his hand and chifuyu stopped.

“Wanna dance with us?” He was pressing himself against your side, his hand gliding up your thigh towards your hips. He laughed at the confused face you responded with, “yeah girlie, both of us, unless that ain’t your type thing. I just assumed on account of how you dressin and all.” You couldn’t tell if your face was hot from being drunk or the embarrassment.

You should feel outraged at the fact that he assumed you were a loose woman but…..was that such a bad thing? You wanted to feel desired, you wanted to be lusted after, and it was happening. He wasn’t using force, in fact his hand was merely resting at the small of your back rubbing small circles. You were still in a public place so it’s not as if he could do anything to you, you didn’t dress up to weigh the pros and cons. You downed the rest of your fruity drink and nodded, relinquishing yourself to whatever ungodly fate awaited you.

“Atta girl,” He took one hand while his friend took your other and gently led you away from the bar, “we’re gonna have so much fun with you tonight sweetie.” It was like micro-dosing danger. Every smile and laugh having some sinister undertone.

But god was it fun.

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You got the hang of dancing in clubs a few years ago, it wasn’t hard, it didn’t take any special skill. You just needed to know what to do with your hips and hands.

Which you were currently struggling to do.

You’d danced with other men before, but mostly one at a time, never quite….like this.

You had your back against baji, his hands were on your hips to guide you. He was guiding you to sway against him, every so often pressing his hardon against your ass. one of your arms were up and behind you, wrapped around his neck to keep him close. Your other arm was front of you, draped over the shoulder of his more reserved friend (who you still had to get a name from), whom was doing things that contradicted the cool demeanor he gave off. He was pressed as close as he could be, his pelvis pushed against yours so you got a good idea of the fun he was having. Even if he didn’t do the best job of showing it. He was so close his nose would brush yours every so often and you expected him to kiss, but he didn’t. His hands were at your waist, holding a little tighter than expected, as if he were giving your exposed flesh squeezes here and there.

Something about this felt so shamelessly erotic.

You were so wrapped up that you didn’t give a thought to your friend who had gone to the bathroom, she probably had seen you by now and didn’t want to interrupt. You felt so transfixed on the green eyes infront of you and the hands sliding down your waist to your thighs and pulling up the edges of your skirt-

“Shhh don’t make a scene-“ you had seized up but Baji’s guiding hands kept you moving, “you like this don’t you?” It was his friend, his voice was much firmer, “That’s why you’re here, like this, between us. You want it.” His hand was under your skirt and sliding up up up. So fucking slow that you shifted just to get his hand between your legs faster. Just as his fingers brushed the forming wet spot on your panties, you could hear baji laugh against your neck on the other side of you.

“How the fuck are you so good at spotting the good ones chifuyu” was that his name? A man had his fingers pressed against your clit and you’re just now learning his name?

“Eh? What do you mean so good?” He shot back, his hand was in your panties, rubbing and petting at your clit while having a normal conversation as if you weren’t between them.

“Look at her!” You moaned and grinded against chifuyus hand, doing your best to make them focus on you again, “Perfect size to split between us and such a cute cheeks!” One of baji’s hands came up and pinched your cheek for emphasis.

“Do you honestly believe that every decision i make is backed by some deep analysis?” He laughed, “I guessed!” You arched as two fingers slid inside of you and curled, any noise you made was cut off by chifuyu kissing you. His kiss was desperate. The fingers inside you moved, slowly and carefully- god his tongue was inside your mouth now and you were suffocating but your head was absolutely floating. It was just so hard to keep focus on your surroundings. So many sensations- you could feel slick beginning to coat your thighs as his hand moved faster and you got sloppier. When he pulled away your lipstick was smeared on his mouth and there was a hazy look in his eyes. He buried his face against your neck on one side and baji was on the other. Chifuyu hand was between your legs and one of bajis hands had found it’s way under your shirt and was giving your nipple an unforgiving pull and twist. You three were pressed so close together that no one could really figure out what was happening, not that anyone was going to stop it.

They owned the bar after all.

Chifuyu tilted his hand and when his thumb brushed your clit your legs wobbled and baji had to focus on keeping you upright against him. Chifuyu smiled and laughed, the first you’d seen tonight, and you felt embarassed all over again.

“Hey! Don’t go falling apart on us sweet heart, we aren’t even close to being done with you yet.” Baji was encouraging you and the whine you let out only encouraged him tenfold.

Rather than fight against the waves and risk drowning, you went with the flow and closed your eyes and relaxed into them. You’d never had such a lavish experience of having two pretty boys give you attention like this. It was way past overstimulating but not in a bad way, you’d worry about that in the morning. Right now you your moans were escalating with the music. When said music began to dip but your voice didn’t follow suit, one of bajis hands wrapped tightly around your mouth while chifuyu increased pace.

“Thaaats it,” chifuyu whispered into your neck, “Make a mess for me.”

“You might wanna hold on tight girlie,” Baji mocked, “He overachieves.” You moved your arms so both of them were wrapped around chifuyu.

You had never been more thankful for loud ass music more than now. Had it not been for whatever club mix was on, everyone would hear the sloppy wet lewd noises of the three fingers that were buried inside of you. Any words or pleas you voiced were muffled and baji took on the sole responsibility of holding you up while chifuyu gladly drove you to climax.

They were both so goddamn obscene in their own right. Not only did they casually whisper conversation to eachother about all the wonderful things you three could get up to together, but they each had individual plans for you. Baji wanted to try having you all to himself for a day to see what other kinds of clothes he could put you in and then rip off of you. Chifuyu mentioned something about ‘giving support’ under his desk while he had stressful days at work. Baji definitely agreed with that and had the fucking drive to ask what you felt like inside.

“Inside? Like heaven.” Chifuyu made it sound like a sin, “She’s so slippery and soft.” Stop stop stop! “What about her mouth?” As if on unspoken command, baji shoved two fingers right into your mouth and pet at your tongue. You drooled so easily and licked without hesitation.

“She’s already drooling,” He shoved his fingers deeper, he did it so fast you gaged and coughed, “Gag reflex? We can fix that sweetheart.” Danger alarms began to fire off in your head, unfortunately they went ignored in lieu of the heat in your lower stomach. You were so close and desperate you just let them carry on, anything to keep the fingers inside of you.

Your whole body seized up when you came and you were truly astonished you didn’t blackout completely. They laughed in amazement at the sight of your eyes rolling back and the way you arched. You were putty in their hands, laying limp back against baji but still holding onto chifuyu.

Maybe going out wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

[cherrysalsa]

bringing back dis ancient new order thing i fucking guess

1. How long have you been a New Order fan? 4 years, since spring 2020

2. How many New Order concerts have you been to? 0 sadly, but way more ph+l than id like

3. What was your favourite New Order gig? not sure what gig this actually was but my fav live thing of them ever was an egg/temptation segue that was deleted off youtube a while ago

4. What is your fav New Order album? movement and republic rap battle in my head every day

5. Fav New Order song? all day long

6. Favourite Member of New Order? GILLIANNNNN

7. Favourite Former Member of New Order? rob (rip king)

8. How many NO albums do you own? 8 i think

9. Do you own any Joy Division? up and closer

10. Least Favourite album? out of the relevant ones, technique, otherwise fucking wftsc or some shit i guess

11. Do you have all the side project albums? i have all of o2 (+ some extra) and all of monaco

12. Which is your favorite side project? THE OTHER TWO SUPREMACY

13. Favorite remix? i dont listen to many remixes

14. Favorite video? tbthog (true faith and world are rap battling for 2nd)

15. Favorite cover? dont listen to many covers either, but daywave's ceremony one is nice

16. Should Hooky rejoin the band? HELL nah

17. Do you like Barney’s dancing and fav dance move? HELL nah fav move is the one where i put him in my human size mouse trap

18. How many times a day do you listen to NO? idfk man

19. Is New Order your favorite band? nope (cocteau twins my beloved) but they were for a few years there

20. Should Steve audition for Dr. Who? sure. why not. whatever u fuckin say i guess. i would support him

21. Favorite Barney collaboration? fuck barney bruh all his collabs give me brain damage

tagging the only real one on this site @tastyfish and ermmmmm @youngoffender (hi im kweenofthenight instagram sory for the tumblr jumpscare)

[mousemannation]

My reasons for voting against it: My feeling is that tennisblr is already more divided than ever and giving people a platform to publish “controversial” takes they aren’t willing to put their name on, is the last thing this place needs. I know you believe you can moderate it, but people will likely still veil their attacks on the players they don’t like and that can be hard to see through. And/or controversial takes will start discourses that could quickly spiral into something worse. I know a lot of people have migrated here from other platforms precisely because they wanted to get away from that type of stuff.

maybe im missing it but I hadn't found tennisblr any more or less divided than before, granted I've only been here this year.

From my perspective we all already made jokes and sillyposts that can sound mean to outsiders so I don't really think it'd be that different if it was anon or not. It's true maybe I'd miss one that wasn't meant in jest but that's kind of true for any post. I get that bc it's anon there's no one to have take accountability, but there's a point where we're all somewhat anonymous anyway. Any one of us at any point could say something crazy then deactivate and just make a new blog. Or make a burner. If someone really wanted to say something heinous they could whether I provide this platform or not.

I will say, I know many people come to tumblr to get away from discourse in their fandoms that permeates other platforms but its not like discourse doesn't exist on tumblr, and I don't think it's necessarily fair to expect me to not open my blog up for more serious discussions if I want. Again, I will clarify that when I say discourse, the discussions I would allow would be informed, calm, and most importantly sourced- im not interested in petty gossip. There is a place on this platform for serious discussions and I am prepared to moderate my posts so it doesn't start to spiral. Maybe I'll only post them once a month or something like that too so the mood isn't always being dragged down.

When I make serious posts I am generally open to discussion, especially since I know i have blindspots. It's me wanting to start a conversation. The invitation for serious confessionals it's just me asking if anyone else wants to start that conversation first.

This blog is my only (public) interaction with the tennis fandom, I am not on twitter or reddit at all, i don't particularly interact with tennis fan content on instagram. This is the only place I talk about tennis with other tennis fans. Sometimes that includes serious discussions. I've made a couple serious posts, so it's not like it's totally out of character for this blog, and i do try to be as diligent as possible so people who do not want to see that content do not have to. I always employ read mores and tags for blocklists and my blog tag for serious posts. The same would go for these confessional posts.

Look, I'm not trying to fuck with the ecosystem of tennisblr. I recognise that I have pretty good interaction here and a decent number of followers, so my posts would generally end up on many people's dashes. I know that my posts don't exist in a vacuum. But there's also a point where it's still my blog and any of u who follow me or follow enough of my mutuals to see my posts regularly have to take ur tumblr experience into ur own hands.

This would only be one small section of the posts I make, I'm still gonna be posting 99.9% fun, regular posts. I'm hoping most of the confessionals would also be 99.9% fun, light-hearted posts. If u like those sorts of posts I'd hope Ur experience of my blog would stay mostly the same. If u do not want to see the serious posts u can filter [ #serious posts ] if u do not want to see any confessionals u can filter [ #mouse man national confession booth ] if this is a total deal breaker for u u can block me entirely, I won't take offence.