#the mice storm

[tobisaurus]

[mouseratz]

suereed time

[gothamsfinestdummy]

[triplethewinds]

(cooking)

[angelwiththeblue-box]

lab rats/mighty med art dump because i have too much to post individually

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feat. skylar and kaz being chaotic besties chase and bree being gay disasters and oliver being done with all of them, leo logan and taylor beach day, the rats and mighty mice team moments and bree and skylar as the one iconic wlw meme

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taglist: @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @blueskiesandstarrynights @tronagon @lab-trash @joshkiszkashusband @someguyiguess @genuine-possum (lemme know if u want to be added or removed)

[fibrefox]

I, too, flirt this way.

[skidar]

I made some Skytown character sticker designs for a book event I had to cancel. I’m gonna try and make some more Skytown stuff for other events in the future but it was nice to draw these guys again. Some of these characters haven’t been drawn in 5 years x.x

[taxi-davis]

The Coming Storm by Chris Miles

[be-my-violent-smile]

You think I don’t know what you did

[novelties-and-notions]

When Storm Darragh battered the British Isles it wreaked a certain amount of havoc in the tiny Scottish hamlet of Sunnyville (still known to the indigenous community as Achmothogair), but those few residents who occupy their houses all year round are necessarily resilient so, as soon as the wind and the snow had passed, they set to with their usual irrepressible spirit, some pulling and pushing with all their meagre might, and some by adopting the principle that they also serve who stand and wait…

[mouseratz]

last but not least, johnny storm!

[afnan213]

Help us from hunger😓💔

Hello, I am Afnan from Gaza, I am 20 years old. I will tell you my story with a heart heavy with worries but filled with hope. My family and I were living a beautiful life full of comfort and happiness. I was studying at the university and I was completely happy to achieve my dream and complete my studies. One day, an unparalleled storm blew up. The war came, causing great destruction and loss of hope. The journey of displacement began from one place to another. We did not find safety anywhere, as the bombing was from above us. We were very worried about our children as they cried from fear. On the second day of the war, we received the shocking news that was painful to my heart and the heart of my family most of all. My parents destroyed our house in which we lived all our memories, good and bad, and our beautiful and innocent childhood. After several days, we were forced to leave for the Deir al-Balah area in the middle of the Gaza Strip. It was a very tiring and sad day. We went to this area on foot. The distance was very long. This area will remain immortal in our memory because we lived very bad days that we will never forget. We lived in a small tent filled with mice and small insects that No one can bear to live there and we were suffering from a shortage of water and food and faced great difficulty in buying them because of their very high prices. In addition to that, my family's children lived a bad life and endured more than they could bear as they lined up in queues for water and bread. They were deprived of going to school and the amusement park. They were deprived of their smallest right as children. I hope that you will help me and my family so that we can provide for the purchase of our daily needs and get rid of this genocide.

Help me and my family from the genocide. Donate a little something, it means a lot to us

@90-ghost

[elliewritesthings]

I went downstairs to get myself a lil’ midnight snack (as one does) and I’m 99% sure I heard a  godDAMN MOUSE IN MY CUPBOARD AND IF THERE REALLY IS A MOUSE I AM GOING TO BURN THIS HOUSE TO THE GROUND

[dear-ao3]

good gravy and also good morning everyone. we’re in for an absolutely wild three days at work. and while i can’t tell you everything it boils down to Very Important Person Unexpectedly Visiting Us And Now I Have To Work On A Holiday Weekend Because Of It And Try Not To Fuck Up So Bad I Lose My Job. (that is of course unlikely but i am still stressed as shit). this is coming off the back of a horrible two weeks where i:

-nearly got screwed (incorrectly) out of holiday pay

-have no storage on my phone

-was dealing with no heat at work in a snow storm

-there’s mice fucking in the walls of my apartment

-i’m training someone

-my job contract is getting interpreted in new and worse ways

among other things.

and now i get to sit by and watch the very important visitor work with people i normally work with and hope they don’t fuck up and it reflect badly on me.

also katya isn’t here this weekend. all i have are my dwindling wits, weird media, and the cardboard cut out of david tennant in my living room. wish me luck.

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader - Dibs

Sprawled out across your mattress, a weighted sleep mask covers your eyes as your brain throbbed so hard in your skull it felt like it could burst open at any moment. Working from home the last couple months was great; despite the raging migraines you were cursed with every other day from having your eyes fixated on your laptop screen for so long. The obnoxiously noisy neighbors above you didn’t make matters any better for you. Every shout and stomp sounding thru your ceiling made your head ache more than it already was.

Only residing in your apartment for roughly three months, you assumed your upstairs neighbors had been there much longer than you. You weren't the one to go out of your way to complain about much unless it was a major problem to you, and your upstairs neighbors were definitely becoming a constant problem in your day-to-day routine. It seemed like there were only a few hours in the day they weren't being loud as fuck. You'd find yourself constantly muting work calls and zoom meetings because it sounded like somebody was bound to come crashing down from the floor above at any moment. Wendy didn't help much either, she was a needy little cat with her consistent meowing and batting of her play mice often left you distracted. At least it was a pleasant distraction, unlike your upstairs neighbors who got on your last nerve without even knowing who they were.

You were new to the city, and you definitely didn't want to get on anyone's bad side. Your mouth was a lethal weapon in many ways. The last thing you needed was someone calling the property manager because you called them a – "stupid jobless cunt who can't shut the fuck up if their life depended on it" – that's how you described them to your best friend earlier in a text anyway.

Pushing your negative thoughts to the back of your mind, you try to ignore the continuous thumping and screaming from the floor up above. There's no way they didn't know they were this loud. Knowing your luck, it was probably a little old couple that was hard of hearing or visually impaired. As much as they scream, you found that really hard to believe. One final thump makes up your mind, a loud groan erupts from your lungs, and you toss back your goose down comforter, storming out of your bedroom and down the hall. Your brain fogged by rage; you completely forget about your shoes at your front door. 

Making your way up the stairwell, you let your bare feet echo off the ground with each stomp. How inconsiderate of someone to be up at this time of night, blasting loud ass music and screaming so loud it shook your bedroom walls. You open the hallway door, standing your ground in front of the noisy culprits' apartment door. The adrenaline pumps through veins as you let your fist fly, pounding on the door until you feel the heat rise to your palm. Pissed was an understatement. You were livid. 

You chew on your bottom lip, crossing your arms over your chest as a mixture of rage and nervousness boils down in your gut. You hoped and prayed it wasn’t a little old lady on the other side of this door. You weren’t sure if the universe was working in your favor or not because when the door swings open – revealing a handsome, blue eyed, dark haired fucking sex god – you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Your mouth gapes open slightly, his face crunching in slight confusion and anger. No words are said as the stranger in front of you shifts on his feet, “can I uhm — can I help you?” His eyes make a track over your face and down your body, awkwardly shifting to the ceiling above. The realization quickly washes over you, your pajamas exposing more skin than you’d like in that particular moment. A bit uncomfortable, you hug your arms tighter to your chest, giving yourself more coverage as you let out a huff, “can you quiet the fuck down? Some people actually want to sleep in this building,” you breathe out, a bit winded from the flight of stairs, your tone a little bitchier than you intended – not that you cared at all.

His eyebrows knit together as he looks down at you, completely blown away at the words coming out of your mouth, “what?” his lip curling upward as he speaks. 

“I’ve lived under for the last three months and all you do is scream, stomp, and blast your music,” you spit out, shifting your weight to your opposite hip, your voice trembling from the adrenaline pounding at your chest. The hard expression still etched across his face, you couldn’t tell if he was listening intently or getting ready to chew your ass out as soon as you stopped speaking, and you weren’t going to give him the opportunity to do so, “you should be more considerate of your neighbors or maybe – I don’t know, don’t live in an apartment,” you seethe, spinning on your heels and heading toward the exit.

His broad voice beats like a hammer thru the hallway, “next time try being nicer. Being a bitch gets you nowhere in life, y’know.” You stop dead in your tracks, your grip on the door handle tightens at his words, the harsh sound of his apartment door slamming makes your head throb. The audacity of a fucking man. 

Little did you know, on the inside of your neighbor's apartment his brother asked who was at the door, to which he quickly replied, “just some brat from downstairs,” shaking his head with a chuckle. This clearly sparked his brother's curiosity, “she cute?”

Matt clears his throat, pressing his back against the door and tangling a hand in his hair out of frustration, "really fucking cute." He watches his brother's face light you, "really you thin – ," he starts but Matt cuts him off almost instantly.

“Dibs,” Matt calls out in a rush, shutting down any thoughts his brother had running thru that thick skull of his, plastering a serious smirk on his face so he'd be taken seriously. No way he was letting a girl like you fall victim to his brother's bullshit – maybe his own bullshit – but definitely not his brothers.

Wc - 1072

♡‧₊˚ Just giving you guys a look on how neighbor!Matt and brat!Reader met each other 🥹 Loving these two sm, I have like six pages (and counting) in my google docs all dedicated to them lmaoo. So happy everyone loved the first blurb <3 also wanted to say thank you to everyone for interacting and sharing my work. It means the world to me, you guys blessed me with an early birthday present - 500 follower 🥲🫶🏻

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Foreshadowing

No one likes a spoiler, but everyone loves a good breadcrumb. When done the right way, foreshadowing brilliantly steers a reader’s journey through a story.

Foreshadowing - a literary device used to give an indication or hint of what is to come later in the story. It is useful for creating suspense, a feeling of unease, a sense of curiosity, or a mark that things may not be as they seem.

How to Use Foreshadowing in Your Writing

Foreshadowing does not necessarily mean explicitly revealing what will happen later in your story. In fact, when it is used effectively, many readers may not even realize the significance of an author’s foreshadowing until the end. Examples of foreshadowing range from the very subtle to the incredibly pointed. No matter how veiled your hints are, there are a few time-honored ways to weave them into your storytelling:

Dialogue: You can use your characters’ dialogue to foreshadow future events or big reveals. This foreshadowing may take the form of a joke, an offhand comment, or even something unsaid that adds personality to your characters while planting the seed for later revelations. A prime example of dialogue foreshadowing occurs in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, when Romeo says, “My life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.” This line foreshadows Romeo’s eventual fate: committing suicide over the loss of Juliet.

Title: The title of a novel or short story can be used to foreshadow major events in the story as well. For instance, Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher” foreshadows not just the destruction of the physical house, but the demise of an entire family.

Setting: The choices you make about the setting or atmosphere of your story can foreshadow events as well. In Great Expectations, Charles Dickens uses descriptions of foreboding storm clouds and inclement weather to foreshadow the dark turn Pip’s story will take: “So furious had been the gusts, that high buildings in town had had the lead stripped off their roofs; and in the country, trees had been torn up, and sails of windmills carried away; and gloomy accounts had come in from the coast, of shipwreck and death.”

Metaphor or simile: Figurative language like similes and metaphors can be effective foreshadowing tools. In David Copperfield, Dickens uses simile to foreshadow the betrayal of David by his mother, comparing her to a figure in a fairy tale: “I sat looking at Peggotty for some time, in a reverie on this suppositious case: whether, if she were employed to lose me like the boy in the fairy tale, I should be able to track my way home again by the buttons she would shed.”

Character traits: A character’s appearance, attire, or mannerisms can foreshadow that character’s true essence or later actions. On second reading, Lennie’s death at the end of John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men comes not as a shock but as an echo of a moment much earlier, when George must put down a dog. For George, the two events are not directly linked, but the reader learns that he is willing to do something gut-wrenching in a moment of greater need.

Foreshadowing is a key tool for writers to build dramatic tension and suspense throughout their stories.

It’s a quiet flag from the writer to the reader to pay close attention, and it’s also a great tool to prepare your reader emotionally for big reveals.

For instance, if an abrupt revelation or plot twist is not adequately set up via foreshadowing, your reader may come away from your story feeling annoyed, disappointed, or confused, rather than surprised and satisfied.

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