#mush

[jaystarry]

beach day 💙💛 (for @gurmble and @SylvaineEvonne on twitter!!)

[harminuya]

19th century Armenian apron from Paghesh.

[jacky93sims]

Children's Rice Dishes - Toddler Mush and Bowl Replacements for The Sims 2

This is a 4to2 conversion from Somilk&Severinka, low poly. Every plate is a replacement for the default toddler food. You can choose only one food but the bowl it's the same for all of them, so put the bowl in your download folder and choose between the 5 foods :)

DOWNLOAD HERE

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[onion-sliced-apples]

all the newsies have nonbinary ass names. youre telling me your name is fucking MUSH??? yeah ok they/them. race? thats an enby right there. BUTTONS??? blue hair and pronouns we see it. finch? what are you finching, a gender? yeah thats what i thought

(dont think ur safe either jack. we know what you are)

[yelhsaqi]

is the newsies fandom still alive lol

[trashogram]

I don’t at all mind the idea of Satan being a pretty crummy lover at first. Oblivious, unpracticed, tempestuous and too hot-headed to handle.

You’re patient when he acts like your want for closeness is weird. Most of Hell doesn’t want to be anywhere near him for fear of earning his wrath, and you can’t deny that to fear and flee is a perfectly rational response to Satan.

So the first time he roars at you for something trivial and you stick around, it confuses him. When you continue to treat him kindly and speak to him as if you’re not afraid, Satan is taken aback. Because you’re alien — no one is paying you to stay. You haven’t been court-ordered to accompany him everywhere. And yet you also don’t kiss up to him or flash your neck in his direction in submission.

It angers him at first, but then your presence becomes another part of his life. Satan notices when you’re not around after a time, and asks after you, goes to find you himself when no one else knows. You creep under his skin, further down than even his resentment toward the true Golden Ruler has gone.

When you go to kiss his cheek and he flinches away, looking at you like you’re crazy, you just laugh amiably. It’s endearing when he asks you why you want to touch him, lay your head on him, look into his molten eyes. Why would you endure his heat? His blinding light that must make your body burn and blister?

The answer is very simple: you’re in love with this literal fire-breathing dragon. And love is anything but rational.

[sarahjacobskelly]

NEWSIES (1992) | dir. Kenny Ortega

“We need a good assassination! We need an earthquake or a war!”

[rebouks]

Happy new year everyone.. or at least a better year than last fkfjk here's to 2025! 💃🧡

Once again I'd like to thank you all for being here in any way shape or form, beloved mutual or just passing by! I've had a lot of love thrown my way over the holidays via tags/asks and though I'm pretty bad at being mushy or replying, I really do appreciate it. I often get overwhelmed by them tbh and though it's lovely to be tagged in appreciation posts I tend not to pass them on.. ig I just wanted to make sure y'all didn't think I was ignoring you or wasn't appreciative but I've met and interact with so many of you here over the years I simply couldn't tag you all without forgetting someone and I'd hate to leave anyone out or hurt anyone's feelings so this is just me saying I love ALL you guys ALL year round and I hope you're all comfortable, happy and safe 🧡

[papes-and-capes]

CHRISTIAN BALE as JACK KELLY in NEWSIES (1992)

[burn-before-reading]

Love in the Time of Socialism

joost klein x artist!reader

art, mush, and ramblings about life

warnings: depression (ish), burnout, reader character in some vague mental health funk

word count: 2k

a/n: slight prequel to blue is the colour of your eyes but can be read as stand alone. just same artist reader. vaguely romantic but just ramblings and getting feelings out haha. started this when I was in more of a bad mental state (lol) but im fine now so it got kinda tame by the end of it. still not proofreading anything

title from the song Love in the Time of Socialism by Yellow House

Rpf below the cut—

Normally Joost has to call you because its the only way you will actually look at your phone. Its more often that not you find yourself fixated on planning out your next project, and your friends have to force you back into reality. There was that one time no one had heard from you in over a week and thought you were dead, when you were just working. You hadn’t realized how many texts you missed and apologized for scaring your friends half to death. Especially Joost.

So now you leave your ringer on, and now they call.

Tonight, however, Joost calls and you aren’t in your studio. You are in your bed, where you have been for the entire day. and also most of yesterday. There isn’t a reason in your head specifically why this has happened. you MEANT to get up. Theres a list of chores and things to do just sitting on your desk, but you woke up late, so now nothing will get done. At some point it just became too stressful to even get up and look at it. You roll over and stare at the contact picture of him, smiling with some dumb fish eye lens he thought was funny. You debate not picking up at all.

But you can’t ignore him.

“Hi Joost.” your voice came through the phone more hoarse than intended when you answered, you don’t remember the last time you talked to someone. “Whats going on?”

“the others wanted to go out for drinks tonight, you hadn’t responded so I wanted to check you were joining us.” You could imagine him rocking back and forth on his heels in the middle of his living room while he talked, it was either that or pacing around.

“uhh..” Drinks at a bar was the last thing on your mind. In any other situation you would have loved to be around your friends, but right now you just needed to avoided as much as possible. “Not a good night, tonight. Sorry, I’ll have to join you guys next time.”

Joost felt like something was off, you sounded tired. “Is everything okay?”

“I’ll be fine I just… shit brain day. bad brain thats all. It happens.” You did your best to summarize how you felt without actually admitting anything, you weren’t sure how to explain anything anyway.

“ Oh Im sorry, would it be good, if I came over? I can keep you company, if thats okay?”

“you don’t have to, I’ll be fine tomorrow. I want you to have fun. ” you insisted, but he pressed on.

“I don’t mind, the group would understand. Have you eaten today?”

“Like… a meal? yes, or well, no. I had a soda..” You glance at the half drunk soda from the night before, now flat. “and uhhh..”

“I’ll pick something up.” You could hear him on the other end gathering things together, keys, wallet, probably his ipad.

“.. thank you. I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”

-

Joost knocked on your door about an hour later. In that time you were able to get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to change and make yourself somewhat presentable in front of a guest, and to the kitchen to make coffee despite it being 8pm.

You opened it to see Joost with a sheepish smile as he extends his arms out for a hug. “Hi.”

“Hi Joost.” you take the step to hug him, feeling his body heat contrast with the cold nighttime. “I’m glad you’re here.” the two of you head inside to your living room where he empties his bag of take out to reveal a couple different thai dishes and egg rolls. It was hard to not admit you weren’t at least a little bit hungry.

The two of you ate in mostly silence, making small talk about different projects you two have going on, or the fact that the two of you were in between projects. He done with touring for the time being and in the process of working on a new album. You loosely avoiding talking about any current work plans but mentioned one or two paintings you finished for a private gallery commission last month.

“ Just some paintings of animals and nature-ish symbolism. Honestly my heart wasn’t really in that one, but it payed the rent so.” you shrug and shove noodles into your mouth.

“Well now you have the time to work on your own stuff, right?” he commented, leaning back into your couch and looking down at you sitting on the floor instead of any of your own furniture. “Draw whatever your heart desires.”

“I mean I guess.. Im just glad to be done with the oil paints for now. I swear i think I was gonna die in my studio from all the chemicals. I dunno, I finished that whole project last month, I haven’t really been very productive since then.” you trail off and Joost gets a concerned expression on his face.

He sinks down from his spot of the couch to join you in the floor. The fluffy rug brushing against his legs as he adjusts his new sitting position.

“Its okay to take a break, you know.”

“I know I know, I just get frustrated. I never seem to have my energy directed towards the right thing. Whenever I have all those big projects from other contractors, I can brainstorm and think of all these interesting ideas I wanna work on, but I can’t because then I would get behind on the art Im being paid to do.”

“mhm.” he nods, to indicate he’s following along.

“ And then whenever Im done with those projects, I just get… tired. and my focus is gone. and Everything just feels…” you gesture the last bit with your hands, scrambling your fingers, to imply your thoughts. You aren’t looking at him, but you can still see him nodding in your peripherals. Joost always seemed to understand your thinking and explanations to things, even if you thought they were messy.

“Do you want to try painting right now?” he asks. you just shrug your shoulders.

“I don’t know what I would paint.”

“You can paint our dinner, or, or yourself, or your plants maybe?” he suggested and stands up. “Can I paint too?”

“Oh we’re actually doing this?” Not that you didn’t want to, but this self doubt had creeped into your mind again. That failing to produce something decent would prove that you’ve lost all your talent, your skill.

“yea we can have a little painting party!” he chimed, but he hesitated walking over to your studio to grab stuff, still giving you the space to reject his idea.

you looked away and started nervously tapping your fork against the table.

tap tap tap tap

“…sure. We can use my watercolors, Ive been wanting to use them more often anyway.”

the coffee table became a little more cluttered as you set up the paints for the two of you. Joost using an old set 24 pans and you using a newer set of watercolor tubes you were gifted last year and never opened. You watched as Joost immediately dipped his brush in water and started activating the blue paints, spreading it onto his paper in big random strokes.

“what are you painting?”

“not sure yet, maybe im painting you.” he looks up and smirks. you scrunch your nose up.

“why are you using so much blue. am I a smurf?” you joke and he just shrugs and points to your own paper.

“Just mess around, can’t be any worse than what im doing.”

tap tap tap tap tap tap

you fidget with your own brush for a few seconds lo get before grabbing a big mop brush and wetting your paper with clean water. Taking your smaller brush again, you pour out a small amount of yellow and mix it up with some more water. You hesitate for a moment longer before letting the brush lightly touch the surface, creating a burst of colour on the paper as the colour seeps onto the page. You make a few more random marks before switching to another warm colour and repeating the process, now watching the colours bleeds and mix into each other. You look at Joost paper and see that he is actually now trying to paint you, the blue fortunately was able to be mostly contained to the background.

“Do you ever think about what you would do if you weren’t a musician?” you ask.

“I dunno I think after this I could have a pretty successful art career.” he teases but sees in your face the question is more serious. “I don’t know. I started off with youtube, but if I wasn’t doing that… its hard to think about what my life would be like if I didn’t follow this path.”

“I always have this feeling deep down, that I made a wrong choice somewhere along the line. I was thinking about going to school for psychology, I also wanted to work with animals at one point, be a vet. I enjoy art, don’t get me wrong, but I just worry that in making it my job Ive just drained all the passion I had for it.”

You let the paper dry before staining the page with lines of dark burgundy, creating hands and a human heart. he hums as he listens, not adding anything, but simply letting you vent. beginning to piece together your mood from earlier. “I don’t have any jobs lined up right now, which is what Ive been waiting for, to work on my own stuff, yknow? I haven’t had the time ive wanted to make something for myself for a while. But now I just feel, I feel like ive been frozen.”

“things seem to be okay right now. I like what youve made. ” you look down and see the scribbles youve made with your paint. hands clasped over a broken heart. you shrug and smile softly, signing the bottom.

“Just a scribble, you can have it if you want.” You hand the paper over to him. “thank you for coming by, its… its nice being around you. Helps a bit.”

Joost takes the paper and studies it for a second. “I really like it, maybe I should come by more often.”

“If you bring the food we can have art nights whenever you want.” he holds up his paper. The blue bleeding into your skintone and hair since he didn’t wait for anything to properly dry. “I might stick to my ipad though, I don’t know why you like this paint.” he scrunches his nose at it. you laugh and it makes him smile.

You notice for the first time how bright his eyes look when he smiles, but you brush the thought away.

-

“Feeling a bit better?” he asks as he lingers by the door on his way out.

“a bit. like I said It was just a mood, I was gonna be fine tomorrow most likely… I still appreciate you coming over.”

“Don’t ever be afraid to call or text okay? Im always here to talk if you need. or just to listen.”

“definitely. Ive been meaning to uh, talk to someone about all this stuff anyway, you’re not a professional but ill keep it in mind.”

he grins and goes in for one last hug. you feel him slightly squeeze you and linger a little longer than usual before letting go. With one last glance he waves and head off. You see him pull out a cigarette for the walk back. It takes you a second to close the door. standing there watching him walk off until he turns a corner and disappears. Closing the door you sigh and go the clean up your living room.

You notice he left the portrait he drew of you. signed at the bottom with a smiley face next to his name.

It gets hung up in your studio above your desk.

[bumlets-appreciation-blog]

Newsies I Think Would Drive/Have Cars in a Modern AU

Inspired by my tags on this post here. And btw, if you like Newsies headcanons, check out the OP, @papes-and-capes, because they're great! According to Google, you have to be at least sixteen to have a learner's permit in New York and need to be at least seventeen to get your license, provided you already have a permit. Otherwise, you can get a license at eighteen.

Has a License and a Car

Jack (old beat-up pickup truck, probably from the 90s)

Bumlets (early 2000s Toyota, old but reliable and fuel efficient)

Snoddy (mini van with snacks in the glove box because he's secretly a soccer mom)

Has a License, Doesn't Have a Car

Skittery (allowed to borrow Bumlets's car on occasion)

Specs (allowed to borrow cars)

Kid Blink (not allowed to borrow cars anymore)

Doesn't Have a License, Doesn't Have a Car

Snitch (terrified of driving)

Racetrack (passenger princess)

Jake (not interested)

Pie-Eater (not interested)

Dutchy (legally cannot drive, almost blind without glasses)

Has a Learner's Permit

David (allowed to borrow cars)

Itey (allowed to borrow cars)

Too Young to Drive

Tumbler (too young to care)

Les (wants his permit, doesn't want a car)

Boots (wants his permit, doesn't want a car)

Snipeshooter (wants his permit, wants a car)

Flipper (wants his permit, hasn't decided if he wants a car)

Ten-Pin (no desire to learn how to drive)

Mush (wants his permit, doesn't want a car)

Crutchy (probably needs a modified car)

Bonus!: Doesn't Have a License, Has a Car

Swifty (long story)

Bonus Bonus!: Miscellaneous

Sarah (has a license, doesn't have a car; allowed to borrow cars)

Spot Conlon (too young to drive; wants his permit, wants a car)

[pagan-stitches]

[sharpxfangs]

Id show you the prequel to this, but tumblr would turn me to dust on the spot, but u can look at it on twitter, not gonna link it for the same worries stated previously but im called the same there

long story short, this alien really likes this human after she did some very personal research in human biology

[trustworthytoast]

The fact that proshot Mush has by far the straightest energy of all the Newsies is so funny to me

He looks like the biggest Chad

And probably everbody thinks of him as this one guy who gets every girl and never settles down

And then he casually mentions he has a partner

And then everybody's exited to meet this lucky girl who managed to make this player settle down

Just imagine their faces when he brings Blink with him

This boy with one missing eye and this darkness in his remaining one like he has seen a lot of bad stuff in his life

But they are just so cute together

Like so adorable it hurts

And everybody is just so baffled how the boy with the biggest Chad energy is so casually and confidentely so queer

[gailyinthedark]

Today we found my husband's old copy of Gawain and the Green Knight from his university days. It has terrible, terrible 1980's cover art, coffee stains, and little notes in the margins that say things like Guinevere toughs it out or Arthur is painted as a foolish cuckold in my husband's handwriting but the handwriting is younger, it's familiar but not fully developed the way I know it. He's written his name inside the cover in faux medieval script. I didn't know it was possible to crush on the person your spouse was before you ever met them.

[beatsforbrothels]

Aesop Rock - The Active Element