#mushie returns

[mushybeast]

happy 10 years of danandphilgames!

[leodoriya]

the fact that i have spent three or four days i don’t know anymore doing nothing but binging what we do in the shadows is insane even to me because at this point im bored with the show but i have an extreme lust within me to consume fandom content but also if i get spoiled on anything i will cry so here goes to another day of binging this fucking show so i can read fanfiction and reblog fan art

[gyunikum]

Käärijä is ready to let cha cha cha go, I hope he can soon. Let Häärijä wear the yellow or green bolero, so that Käärijä can put more focus on his usual music, while also having the opportunity, time, and creative freedom to experiment to his heart's content. That way he can compartmentalize cha away into its folder, still perform it because it is the song that rocketed him into fame, and not grow to hate it.

(P.S. My liege, pls feed me I crave your bangers)

[pileofmush]

dating strangers is a fucking nightmare i am plagued by The Horrors

[foxofsunholt]

How have u been doing this past while! I really do hope you've been well and if not, that this new year is kinder in all the ways you need

Well! And I hope you’ve been doing good too (I hope everyone has!). Avedr, you are always a delight; I continue to appreciate your kind words and presence—so I hope you also have a year that deserves you.

As life goes: somethings have been great, some have been horrible, terrible, no good. I recently started reading (just in October of last year), if you could believe it I actually never managed to read more than 1 book a year. Just last year, since October, I read 76. And this has been really nourishing for me, to get all these great stories (Libraries might actually be the best thing ever).

I like that idea of a year that is kind in all the ways you need it to be. I hope you (and everyone else!) has that too!

[chilapis]

so anyway, as i was saying, yes life is about love and desire but also about finding yourself no different from a rock tumbling and thrashing in a moving river. there is no constant self and there are no constant circumstances and that’s okay. change is welcome and it is comforting. indeed change comes before acceptances does, more often than not. but the good thing is that you grow into it. you always will. you always do.

sometimes you’ll grow big and tall enough to wear and shoulder it well, like a hand-me-down that once grossed you out but now comforts you like a sweater that smells a bit like dust and the lighting of your childhood home. other times you’ll realise that the thing in question was never so big at all, you were simply too small for it then. you have many years behind you yes, but so many more ahead of you. languages decay and civilisations even out into nothing and love and life are intertwined flames that can be taken out by the same wind that spreads them. nostalgia is a bleeding wound that’ll never heal and will open time and time again but do not mourn the naïveté of your past self. rejoice for having become the person your younger self would ponder with narrow eyes if they could even become real. life will not always go the way you intend it to and fear of the future is normal but know that the you of the future will be accordingly equipped. the past is beautiful and it beckons and it tempts one to yearn and i beseech you to not not deny yourself this guilty pleasure of painful catharsis but remember that your present and your future exist not to mock you for the failures of years past but to celebrate your survival and your change. you’re different from your childhood self but they would not hold it against you. they may have expected you to turn out differently, they may not have expected you to turn out at all, they may have been bitter then and perhaps it’s a bitterness many carry into their later years. but they were just a kid. they’d understand. they’d forgive you, and be gentle with you. they played their role by making you stronger, and you must play your role by protecting that kid with your life. our lives are not prolonged mockeries of butterfly cocoons but a bittersweet catharsis characterised by the determination to survive.

[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May Day 10: Mutual pining/ Staring in adoration

A little something about the natural attraction between Fire and Air as elements, as well as all the band being tired of the way Ifrit and Zephyr both just pine after each other with neither ever taking any action.

Grazie to the several people who found those gifs of Zephyr tearing up the keys and grooving for me. Giving you a big kiss on the forehead *MWAH*

Also I did NOT think I would be able to finish this before I went to bed this morning and was so sure I was gonna have to post it tomorrow so YAY to it getting posted

Read below the cut or on AO3 here

Air and fire are a natural fit; thought and action. Combined the two elements create an unstoppable force so it only makes sense that they tend to naturally gravitate towards one another. 

Ever since Ifrit was summoned him and Zephyr have felt that same elemental pull. The air ghoul feeding the others fire and supplying him with a steady supply of passion and ideas, the fire ghoul making the others thoughts and dreams a reality. 

Zephyr was an inspiring force, spurring Ifrit on to achieve things he wouldn’t have thought of, and Ifrit was always there to act upon the ideas that Zephyr was not able to commit to themself. Despite this organic connection the two had never managed to step past the line of friendship, instead opting to pine over one another much to the chagrin of the rest of their pack. 

There were quick fleeting touches here and there that tempted the line of flirtatious, but they were only bright little flashes burning out before anything else happened. Mostly they shared longing stares, as if the affection could float on the wind to the other person. 

~~~

Ifrit cannot tear his eyes off of Zephyr as they play a little impromptu performance for some siblings of sin. The way they move is completely bewitching, throwing himself completely into the performance. Ifrit watches the way their uniform shifts, tops of the sleeves crinkling as their shoulders bob up and down slightly, swaying back and forth to the beat. Zephyr will also occasionally throw in a dramatic hand flourish causing Ifrit to shift his attention to the way the air ghoul’s hand glides through the space above the keyboard. 

Ifrit snaps out of the trance watching Zephyr had put him in as he hears an exasperated sigh come from Mist beside him. He shoots the water ghoulette a questioning glance but all she does is roll her eyes in response and wave him off. By the time Ifrit looks back, Zephyr has concluded their performance and made their way over to the table all the ghoul’s are sitting at. 

“So, did you all enjoy the show?” he asks, pulling out a chair to sit down. Before Ifrit has the chance to gush about the running list of things he loved about it that he was keeping in his head, Mist sighs again interrupting him. He shoots her another annoyed inquisitive look. 

“Okay, can the two of you stop making lovesick little puppy dog eyes at eachother and fuck already or something? It’s getting ridiculous” she bursts out, rolling her eyes once again and leaning back in the chair. 

“What!?” both Ifrit and Zephyr exclaim in unison. 

“Hold on, while tactless Mist is right” Omega chimes in. “I’m tired of watching you both stare longingly at each other like star-crossed paramours. One of you please make a move already so we can move along”

Mist’s smile widens in vindication. “See, even Omega agrees. You’re a fire and an air ghoul, like the elemental compatibility alone means that getting together will be beneficial for you both, so get to it.” she continues

Ifrit and Zephyr both sweep their eyes over the faces of all the other ghouls present and are met with only nods and murmurs of agreement. Apparently everyone else in the pack but them knew of their mutual fondness for one another.

“More importantly though it will be beneficial for my appetite at band breakfasts. Just once I would like to finish my food without gagging at how sickly in love you blindly seem to both be. Like must you right in front of my pancakes” Mist teases.

“Well fine then, I guess I’ll just have to do something about it” Ifrit declares, turning to look at the air ghoul and immediately softening once again upon making eye contact. “Zeph, would you like to accompany me for a walk through the gardens away from these cretins so that we can talk. There's some… things I've been meaning to show you out by Mountain’s pumpkin patch”

Ifrit briefly sees Dew and Aether exchange money while the water ghoul grumbles under his breath, but immediately forgets the exchange as the air ghoul takes his hand. The simple touch sends a shock down Ifrit’s spine.

“I thought you would never ask” they laugh, already pulling Ifrit towards the door. Right as they reach the entryway, Ifrit scoops Zephyr up to carry him out, the both of them giggling fiercely. 

“If I find out y’all fucked in my brand new pumpkin patch, I’m not sharing any of my weed with you for a week!” Mountain cries out uselessly from behind them as they exit. 

That is 100% the plan but it’s fine, Zeph knows where the earth ghoul keeps his private stash anyways.

[krillissue]

i normally keep these thoughts to myself but fuck it, it’s my house

seeing wolfwood in an apron cooking makes me Feel so many things!! i wanna hug him from behind and steal a piece while he’s distracted. i wanna kiss him so much he forgets about the stove and something burns!! i want to playfully slap his ass and call him my house wife!!

[timeisacephalopod]

This winter (the season not the me) has been unseasonably and terrifyingly warm, like it's 10 degrees (Celsius sorry Americans) out today and I'm reminded of an article I read in the news a couple years ago about how Canada was baking at twice the rate as the rest of the world and go 👁️👄👁️. In my youth snow where I live would be probably a foot high in the lowest snow areas of snow drifts and up to my waist (in adult height) in the high parts, and every year I see less and less snow ☠️☠️☠️

On one hand despite my namesake I actually loathe the season winter, I'm extremely sensitive to the cold and getting brain freeze because the wind is blowing against the direction you're walking in sucks booty hole. But like NO snow is extremely bad. VERY bad. Do not like living out the consequences of climate change because uh. Canada just does not seem to have winters like it used to and hasn't in years. It's like watching all the corn crops stop growing like they used to because the summers are so much dryer and hotter with the exception of last summer, which was almost wet enough to kill the corn with that. But they survived and grew bushy like they used to and it was kind of terrifying to acknowledge I hadn't seen a crop that good in years.

[zanyzendraws]

NO WAY DEAR EVAN HANSEN RELEASED SIX YEARS AGO

NO WAY I WAS IN EIGHTH GRADE WHEN I LEARNED ABOUT IT

WHAT THE HELL IS THE PASSAGE OF TIME

[impossible-rat-babies]

;—; thinking so much about eyrie’s return to warrior being because of ardbert. the common ground between them of this impassioned love for the people around them

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

I miss the days when myself and the fandom at large would get super hyped for new DL releases.

[hyaciiintho]

‘!!’ - for Time about Ronan?

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective | ✿

Never had he met a child of the sea quite like Ronan. The Selkies he knew liked being with their own kind, whereas Ronan seemed to avoid everyone he could-- everyone, of course, except Link himself. He was GRATEFUL for that, of course, that the bond they had established kept his dear friend close.

DEAR, yes, for any time Link reached for the boy's pale, freckled hand, his heart did leaps that rivaled the dolphins themselves. That for every embrace Ronan allowed him to the boy's thin, yet taller frame, Link would shed countless gems to pay for each, as he considered it priceless.

Ronan's eyes were deep, pools of sheer warmth that he could get lost in. One may describe ocean blues as such, but the maroon to the Selkie's gaze was unlike no other. Maybe it was the way in which the white of his hair fell across his face, curtaining his darker eyes all the while. The boy hid from the world so WHOLLY, from the oversized and layers of clothing that he buried himself within, to how his hair seemed to be used to hide both his eyes and the gentle point of his ears.

The world above was a frightening one, after all. Link couldn't say he DIDN'T understand why the other remained hidden.

But he was glad Ronan decided that his hiding place, was with HIM.

[blorboselfshipping]

Ok ok I know they like to mess with Logan's height in every iteration (WATXM's version is like a casual 5'9") buuuuuut........ Part of me really likes daydreaming about him at his average height of 5'3"

Cuz it's actually making me melt, thinking about how I'd get to wrap my arms around his neck and cuddle him close or how it would feel if we were laying in bed and how I'd feel so protected, even if he were smaller than me, feeling warm and safe with him

[tvrningout-a]

i am vibrating

[kingsleighs]

I feel like the only person alive who is excited for the new pixar movie 😭 is it groundbreaking? he'll no! is it going to be super mediocre? probably! but it's got CUTE CHARACTERS and it's a ROMCOM what more could you WANT