#mushy post

[ilovemushystuff]

So the new Christmas photo. Teddy, sister Monica Joan and Matthew obviously looking into the camera.🎥🤣 The rest, engaged with each other. Lively pic this year.

Mushy wish you all a Happy Christmas and a healthy 2024!🤶🏼🎅🏼🎄

[joels-shitty-puns]

Javi.

This gif 😭😭😭 he looks so sad and I hate that he's drowning it in alcohol. I don't know this scene, or if that's true, but that's how I'm interpreting it.

But also he looks so, so cute. The way he bites/purses the side of his lip as he tilts his head down. His cute little cheeks getting all round as he leans over. His normally strong chin getting rounder, and the skin of his neck wrinkling around his collar with the weight of his head tilting.

Those soft, deep, dark brown eyes as he looks off in the distance, zoning out in his thoughts. Looking deep in his drink before making the decision to drown them out. A softer decision. Not one that requires him to throw the drink back, but a sip that he wants to savor. His eyebrow lifting as he makes it. His soft, lengthy eyelashes pouring over his eyelids.

That one cute little curled tuft of hair hanging over his collar that you see on his neck as he leans forward. How soft the rest of his hair looks, parted and combed over to the side.

The way his cute, soft, large hands hold his glass. How his pinky holds the weight of it at the bottom, while the rest of his fingers encompass the whole of it, making a normal sized glass look tiny.

The cute little wrinkles on his forehead and between his eyebrows, from years of stress. Years of experience. He isn't old, though sometimes he claims to be. Sometimes he might say he feels it. He's aging, like all of us do. But he only looks more and more beautiful as he does. He's not trying to change himself like so many do, not that there's anything wrong with doing what makes someone feel better, but he hasn't.

Those lips. So soft and plump. The way they purse and make the skin crease. The way the center of his bottom lip turns inward into a dip.

His tie and his jacket and that white button up shirt. The way his chest moves with his breath as he grabs his drink.

I wish I could make him feel better. Hugging around his torso or giving gentle kisses. Cuddling while sitting on his lap.

In this gif we see Javi, but the same way I felt my writing leaning in towards Pedro, I see him in this gif. Obviously all the characters are Pedro, but sometimes it's easier to see him. I see him here. These are his features. Sure, the emotion and the scene is Javi. The outfit and the hair is Javi. But those lips, eyes, hands. Those are Pedro. The way he chooses to purse his lips, or lift his eyebrow. Those decisions for the scene are from Pedro.

I'm so overwhelmingly in love with this man that I'll probably never even meet. And for some reason, it's gifs like these that really bring it to my attention. Gifs like these, and photos like these, that I see him. Where I see all those features that I think are so incredibly beautiful.

Anywho, I just wanted to give some attention to this gif and say how I view it. I have a lot of thoughts on it and even more than I said, all of which still feel like they weren't the right words to describe my feelings. But I just think noting his beauty is something that should be done frequently. It should be fully appreciated.

Also credits to the excellent gif maker, @iamasaddie. I know nothing about making gifs, but the fact that a gif can make me feel so many feelings is worth recognizing. It isn't just a matter of making it, because it was also a decision to make this scene a gif.

[wikiangela]

mushy end of year post alert lol

so, bc it's the end of the year, over the last few days I've been just thinking about this year which just overall sucked, but tumblr and writing have been the only things bringing me joy and I'm just so grateful to be here

I've technically been in the 911 fandom since February/March 2021 (I binged the show and caught up between Buck begins and jinxed haha), but it's only this year that I actually got over my tagging anxiety and overthinking, and worrying about being annoying, and started tagging people and interacting more, and started just actually being here and not just lurking lol

I've been writing buddie since March 2021 too, just much less than now, bc I was in my sambucky era haha - but then I did fictober2022, and s6 was airing at the time so I was back in buddie mindset, and I wrote like half of the prompts for them - and then as I was finishing my sambucky 150k fic, I got the idea for the buddie holiday fic, which I started posting in December last year. instantly the reception of that fic was more than anything else before, it's still mind-blowing, and then I kept writing buddie, and now I can't and don't want to stop haha

tbh it's been kinda insane and when I think about it too hard and too long it gets overwhelming, but the love on all my fics, so many nice comments, it's been crazy! and to add to that the way my follower count grew this year, not to mention user subscribers on Ao3 is just 🤯🤯🤯 I'm still always surprised that more than one person enjoys my fics so every time I look at my stats I'm just shocked (that one person being me tbh, I started to really love my fics this year and I reread them all the time 😂 which is another great thing that's changed somehow, bc I used to never look back at my fics haha)

and above all, I met so many amazing people, and whether we talked once, talk from time to time, or just interact in tags/notes, I appreciate all of you so much ❤️ I'm still shy and introverted and don't start a lot of convos and can't keep up a convo to save my life but I always love talking to everyone ❤️😂

I've been in many fandoms over the years but 911 fandom has been the best experience for me - it might just be my little bubble over here on tumblr but either way, I love it, and I love all my mutuals and everyone who follows me, and it's just been a really fun year over here on this hellsite, and tbh it might be the only thing keeping me from breaking down atm lol - this is the first fandom where I truly feel like I belong, however silly it might sound haha

the amount of support on my fics, and the encouragement, all the comments, it's been truly unlike anything else in any fandom I've experienced, and it's been so motivating to keep writing too ❤️ I honestly don't think I'd write as much as I did this year if it wasn't for y'all

so @ all my mutuals and followers, thank you so much for making my year so much better by just being my pocket friends haha <3 i love you all <3

[fr-musings]

It's hard to believe I've been on this site for 10 years. Wow. I may have had a few breaks here and there, but you can't keep me from returning time after time.

I'm really grateful for Flight Rising. I met my DND group through an FR discord group and took a giant leap of faith in joining a group of strangers on the internet to play with. One of the best decisions of my life. We've been playing since 7-11-2017 and are still going strong. These people have become some of my best friends, and I honestly can't imagine what going through the pandemic would have been like without them.

Thank you, Flight Rising, for being an awesome game that introduced me to the most amazing people I've ever met.

[piggiesflywhentheydie]

Sometimes I just think about how perfect my wife is and how happy we are together and I get so warm inside. I love her so much and I’m so glad I found someone who treats me so well and is so easy to be with. I can’t wait to actually get married ugh I just love her so much

[atomicmoths]

Shout out to my dad for always being my wingman going all the way back to the first Destiny game. It’s been 8 crazy years and I wouldn’t trade a single moment for anything.

[moonlightpirate]

I wish I was full of optimism and hope for 2024. But the way 2023 has gone and the fact I have fully struggled to stay afloat this past month I really don't have much. I will look forward to what I know I do have coming up in 2024 though. I'll take it one baby step at a time. Also I'm thankful for the few people I have left as I'm walking out of 2023 and all you lovely people even the ones I've never spoken to. So even though it isn't 2024 I'm going to end 2023 thankful for what I still have, sad for what I have lost, and proud of myself and my friends that even though we have struggled we made it through another year 😘

[demonicconsultingwhovian]

family means celebrating your birthday over a month late because it's the first time that your whole family is gonna be in the same place because you all live in different countries

[yakysanny]

live koby reaction

[speltfields]

[concerningly sweaty] i think he'd...grow a beard in the winter...!!!!!!!!!!

[superbat-love]

Dick: Alright, guys! Post-mission inspection. You know the drill.

Groans and grumbles were heard but everyone dutifully lined up in a row.

Jason: Must we do this every night?

Bruce: We wouldn’t have to if you were all honest about your own injuries.

Clark: You’re not exactly the person who should be saying that, Bruce. You do the same thing.

Bruce: Do as I say, not as I do.

Clark flew down in front of them and used his eyes to carefully scan over each and every one of them.

***

Clark: You should get that knife wound on your thigh treated. You can’t hide it from me by standing like that, Damian.

Damian: Tis nothing but a scratch, alien.

***

Tim: My head has been hit tonight but I don’t have any concussion. Someone tried to stab me but his knife merely grazed my arm. Another guy punched my stomach but my armor absorbed most of the force from the blow. Based on these observations, I conclude that most of my injuries are superficial and therefore, there’s no cause for concern.

Clark: Hmm, your brain waves look normal. There’s some bruising on your stomach but luckily there’s no internal bleeding. You should really get that wound on your back bandaged though, Tim, you’re bleeding a lot.

***

Clark: Your shoulder’s dislocated, Jason, and that wound seems to be inflamed.

Jason: Oh, this? [Snaps his shoulder back into place] Meh, I’ve had worse. I’ll just clean this with alcohol. [pours the beer that he’s drinking onto the wound, ignoring Bruce’s outraged gasp] Voila, good as new.

***

Clark: All good, Dick. Clean bill of health!

Dick: Heh, no one’s fast enough to land a blow on me!

Jason: Check his head again, Superman. I think you may have missed something.

Damian: You wanna test that theory, Grayson?

Tim: The probability of that clean bill of health is decreasing as we speak.

Dick: Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

***

Bruce: That’s it, all of you report to the med bay. Now. Except Dick. His brain is fine, boys, so you can put your hands down.

Clark: Not so fast. I need to check on you too, Bruce. I can see your brain already calculating ways of escape.

Bruce: …Fine. Get on with it.

Clark:

Bruce: Clark?

Clark:

Bruce: Clark, are you done yet?

Clark: Beautiful

Cue the groans and sounds of retching in the batcave.

[sm-baby]

-Sharky

[gallusrostromegalus]

You can lay blame for this second ask at @hoifne 's feet, I saw their comment on the post and had to:

How did folks react to the moon landing?

"You're ready? No Big Regrets?" Renji asks. He always asks. He'd done hundreds of Konso rituals now that he was doing his mandatory tour of duty in the living world, but he never wants them to feel 'routine', so he talks to the ghosts. Hypes them up a bit for the afterlife, tries to keep his heart in it.

Especially when it's a kid.

"Well, it's not really a big deal..." The ghost Suichi considers. He was maybe ten or eleven years old. Thick prescription glasses, face round with puppy fat, very loved. Love won't stop a freak electrical accident though. Young Suichi is handling his sudden departure really well, all things considered, so maybe love does stop despair. "-but its a bit of a shame that if there's no TV in the afterlife, I won't be able to watch the moon landing."

"Yeah, we're a bit behind the times, but I'm sure one of the mad geniuses in the 12th will invent one sooner than late-" Renji grins ruffling the boy's hair before the rest of the sentence registers. "-The What Landing?"

"The Moon Landing!" Suichi lights up with excitement. "They just launched the rocket yesterday! But in just three days, man will walk on the moon!"

"...The Moon?" Renji blinks, bewildered.

"Yeah!"

Renji points up over his shoulder into the sky, gripping the boy's shoulder, eyes wide. "THE MOON IN THE FUCKING SKY?"

---

The lights of the Fifth division offices reflect blankly off of Captain Aizen's glasses as he attempts to process the news. He is entirely still, save for his eyebrows which are writhing like overcaffienated caterpillars, unable to settle on an emotion to convey.

"The Moon?" Lieutenant Ichimaru squints at Renji even harder than usual, pointing up out the window behind him. "The Moon in the fucking sky?"

"Yeah!" Renji spread his hands. "I didn't believe it either but the humans have managed to work out some neat trick with the way the world turns to like, throw the spaceship like a slingshot..?" he tried to explain.

"So, so there's three guys in a boat-" Captain Aizen tried again, reaching up under his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.

"It's really more like a sealed metal tube, but they call it a Space Ship because it does sorta sail through space..." Renji tried to explain, holding up the newspaper from the living world he'd brought back to substantiate his claims and also provide helpful images to explain what was happening.

"So there's three guys in a metal tube and they... threw it into the sky so hard that instead of falling it started flying instead?" Aizen tried. "How do they even throw something that hard without Kido?"

"So the men are up in this little itty bitty bit at the top that looks like a cap on a vaccine needle-" Renji pointed at the image of the Apollo 11 rocket. "-All the rest of this is the uh. enormous amount of extremely coordinated high explosives they used to launch it. The. The whole thing is like... It's a little over three hundred fifty shaku and only 12 shaku of that is where the humans are. The rest is um. Air they smooshed so hard it became liquid and then they set that on fire and look at the picture you can see the kaboom!" Renji tried to explain, pushing the paper across Aizen's desk for his captain to read.

Aizen certainly pointed his face at the image and accompanying article, but 'read' may have been a bit beyond him at the moment.

"Oh, is that all it took?" Ichimaru hummed with interest. "Well fuck, why haven't we done that?"

"Oh yes, how very silly that the humans have beaten us at the trifling matter of FLINGING OURSELVES INTO SPACE, WHAT THE *HELL* ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ICHIMARU??" Aizen objected.

"Well like. Idea's sound. Moon goes around the earth, so a smaller thing should too. And we can absolutely make a sealed metal container and kaboom bigger than that." Gin shrugged, as though this were plainly obvious. "Betchya the clown that runs the twelfth has the stuff laying around- we got a meeting with him later today anyway, why not ask?"

"Oh sure, that's a great Idea!" Aizen beamed. "Why hello Kurotsuchi-taicho, curious news from the human world- do you think you could spare a few parts and several tons of explosives to send some guys for a stroll on the moon?"

There was a moment of silence where Renji and Gin shared an awkward glance (or at least, Renji gave meaningful look to the narrow slits where his lieutenant-commander's eyes theoretically were).

"...he'd agree to that in a heartbeat, if he hasn't started work on his own Spaceboat already." Aizen groaned.

---

"No." Grunted Mayuri.

"No? Why not?" Aizen asked, head cocked to the side like a confused spaniel.

"Look, what the old man doesn't know about budget expenditures won't hurt him!" Gin smiled encouragingly. "Think of all the scientific data you'd get to research!"

"What the old man finds out about budget expenditures after the fact can and will hurt me." Mayuri growled. "It's not cookie money, kitting an expedition to the living world to engineer a spaceship with atomic matter instead of Reishi- No, much more efficient to let the humans do it for us and poach the date from them."

"...Why would we need to go to the Living world?" Aizen blinked, confused. "I can see the moon from the window right here?" Aizen pointed out the window of Kurotsuchi's office.

"What? That moon? You can't go to that moon!" The clownish chemical engineer cackled."

Aizen and Ichimaru stared at him blankly.

"Is. Is the moon here different than the one in the living world?" Aizen asked, bewildered.

"Different? It doesn't exist!" Mayuri laughed, waving his hand at them.

Aizen and Ichimaru stared at him, then leaned back in their seats, looking out the window at the moon, which still looked as physical and present as it ever did.

"...Oh don't tell me you didn't know." Mayuri frowned, pouting. "No, spirit world doesn't have a moon. The thing up in the sky is a Tulpa- there's a "moon" because everyone who comes to spirit world thinks there should be one, and there's so much ambient spiritual energy even weak souls can exert some force on the nature of reality and when millions of them are all certain there should be a moon, a moon manifests. Or at least, a thing that looks like a moon. Doesn't act like one, changes size and skips around it's phases all the time and if it really were a round object in space, that's NOT what a crescent moon would look like."

Aizen and Ichimaru looked back out the window at the "Moon", whose crescent arced a full three quarters of the alleged satellite's circumference.

"Seriously? this is some really basic stuff." Mayuri glared at them in disappointment. "You never noticed that the moon is always visible out any random window at night, no matter what time it is? It doesn't even go east-to-west more than half the time!"

"But. But we have a lunar calendar..?" Aizen muttered, an edge of genuine distress in his voice.

"Oh yeah, the moon *used* to be regular as clockwork- everyone literally set their watches to it." Mayuri shrugged. "Then sometime about eh, two and a half, three thousand years ago? Right around the same time the first captain-class spirits started appearing, the moon started doing this 'Full Moon Thrice A Month If it Feels Like It' and 'Visible At Improbable Angles' nonsense."

Aizen's eyes were wide and Gin's very nearly open with alarm.

"That's uh- that's terrifying?" Aizen sputtered, now outright frightened.

"Yeah, anybody know what coulda caused that?" Gin muttered.

"The going theory is that the precipitation of a new class of spiritually hyperpotent souls like us has caused disproportionate tugs on the desired appearence of the the "Moon", but that's only a theory- my predecessor's predecessor once attempted to send a camera to the 'Moon' for a closer look, but it never actually *got* any closer." Mayuri explained, casually inspecting his fingernails- he seemed to be growing out the middle one for some godforsaken reason. "-Your theoretical starboat would likely far worse."

"...Okay but that's worse. You understand how that's worse, right?" Aizen demanded and Mayuri waved him off.

"No, no hit makes sense-" Gin nodded, and Aizen glared at his lieutenant. "Think about it! There's what, three and a half billion human on earth? Millions die every day, but only a couple hundred ever turn up every day at the intake queue in the 7th, and nearly everyone is from just the one part of Japan. We're one afterlife of many- ugh, could you imagine if the missionaries were sent here?- anyway, our world is nowhere NEAR as big at the Living World, so the moon-moon is just a geographical feature in the living world, and there's only a couple million people living here. We got disproportionate swing, so we pull on the collective conciousness more. It's fine!"

"That's AWFUL!" Aizen shouted, dismayed.

"I mean I think we all understand God is an Asshole, but what are you gonna do about it?" Mayuri shrugged before tapping on the crate beside his desk. "-Anyway, do you want these Polio Vaccines for the rukongai outreach program our not?"

"I- yes. Please." Aizen muttered.

"Good man, sign here." Mayuri tapped the sheet on his desk. As Aizen tried to read over the provisions release paperwork, the small "Electronic Mailer" on Mayuri's desk pinged. "Oh, the word got out- Kyoraku-taicho wants to hold another moon-viewing party for the occasion. Do me a favor and attend so you can explain to him why we can't go to our 'moon' for me? I don't want to go, and I really don't want to explain it to him through a hangover either."

"If you don't wanna go Boss I'll stand in for you. Promises to be a real riot." Gin grinned.

"Yes, you have your young friend, don't you? Miss Matsumoto?" Aizen smiled fondly at his second-in-command.

"Oh, she probably already got her invite- she an' Miss Nan- er, lieutenant Ise are real pals from the academy." Gin laughed. "Nah, I was gonna drag old blind bones along."

"...Captain Tousen?" Aizen asked, befuddled. "Whatever for?"

"Stars ain't exactly braille, y'know?" Gin explained, wiggling his fingers. "He knows even less than we do an' I wanna watch Rangiku and Kyoraku try'n 'splain the whole thing to him." Gin grinned.

"Sounds lovely! Take your shit and get out of my office." Mayuri threatened.

---

Renji exhaled, still bewildered, laying on his back on the grassy hill just outside the 2nd division training grounds, staring up at the moon as it rose opposite the sunset behind him. Or, maybe not? There had been some lecture about how the moon in spirit world wasn't a moon back at the academy that he didn't really remember-

"You sound like you're in the throes of a moral conundrum Red." Shuuhei teased, looking up from the strange contraption he was setting up.

"Huh?" Renji blinked. "Oh, no I'm just- Those guys in the Spaceship gotta be somethin' else, going to die thousands of miles from home."

"What? The Astronauts? They'll be fine! -Probably." Shuuhei laughed. "They're definitely insane, getting in that contraption at all, but they still gotta come home with all the rocks and whatever they get from the moon for the lab techs to look at."

"...How the hell are they getting back?" Renji frowned, rolling up onto his elbow to frown at his senpai. "I thought they blew up all the rocket getting off the planet?"

"They got a bitty rocket in the lunar landing craft that will get them between their ship and the lunar surface, and then they will angle the ship a bit and the moon will fling them back to earth the way earth flung them at the moon." Shuuei explained, not looking up from the weird bass-drum looking object he was messing with.

Renji opened his mouth, realized his friend probably understood it way better than he did, closed his mouth, shrugged, and changed topics. "So what is that thing you had me haul up here?"

"It's uhhh... Experimental. Haven't got a name for it yet." Shuuhei muttered, placing a level on top of it and frowning at the bubble before adjusting the legs bolted awkwardly to the side of the drum. "-But with all this excitement about the Lunar Landing, I realized Tousen-Taicho is... I mean he gets left out of a lotta stuff, y'know? But it's not like he can see the stars, or the spirit-moon, and I don't think he really understands orbital mechanics-"

"I sure fuckin' don't." Renji muttered.

"Yeah, because you're the kind of moron who put a ham sandwich in a VCR-" Shuuhei rolled his eyes.

"That was ONE TIME, and Matsumoto Senpai told me it was a Panini Press!" Renji sulked.

"-and then pressed "Fast Forward", but Tousen is actually smart as hell- I'm the one who can't explain it without gestures he can't see." Shuuhei continued. "...but I can use a camera obscura and reiryoku-sensitive film to sort of take an old exposure image of the night sky. I'm hoping that if I treat the exposed film right, that the light and dark parts will turn into different textures for him to read, like a braille sky."

"Oh." Renji muttered. "That's really nice of you actually."

"I mean, we'll see if it works." Shuuhei shugged, examining the level again. "Hand me the allen wrenches- What about your boss?"

"Captain Aizen? Uh- honestly? He seems a little freaked out by all this and I saw him fuckin' slam the newspaper into his wastebasket when he got back from the twelth." Renji winced. "He's weird like that. Sweet as cake most of the time but then there's these weird flashes of anger... and I'm not sure how much longer he's gonna be my boss."

"As in you got ambitions, or you think he's gonna get fired?" Shuuhei asked, staring at the level again.

"As in 'Tetsuzaemon Iba got in another brawl with his mother about him only being fourth seat when she made captain, and Liuetenant Madarame asked me if I'd updated my resume recently." Renji winced.

"Woof. Talk about a lateral promotion." Shuuhei winced. "Still, the pay raise would be nice. You could afford to take your girl Rukia somewhere up to her brother's standards!"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Renji snapped, rolling over and jumping to his feet. "-It's -I'm sorry. It's kinda complicated." Renji sighed.

Shuuhei was silent for a minute as Renji sat back down on the grass, face in his hands. After a minute of fine-tuning the drum to keep it level, he spoke up. "You're more than good enough."

"Huh?" Renji jolted. "Oh, yeah- I'd be doing all the eleventh's paperwork but there's no way it's worse than the fucking rice subsidies accounting board-"

"That's not what I meant." Shuuhei glared.

"...I know." Renji groaned. "It's just. It's complicated, okay?"

"If you say so." Shuuhei shrugged. "Alright, hand me the flat box- thanks. It'll be ready for exposure in a minute, and I want to get it done before those clouds roll in." He gestured at the distant thunderheads threatening to bloom into a summer storm on the edge of the city.

The process was quick- the shielded plate went into the gap under the drum, and the light of the night sky was reflected onto it from a pinhole in the top. Once the metal plates were pulled back, it needed a few minutes to pick up enough light, before Shuuhei pushed the metal shutters back in and locked the plate in darkness until it could be developed.

"It's for taking pictures of the stars, right?" Renji asked as Shuuhei started disassembling the camera. "You could call that plate an Astrograph."

"Hah! Futuristic. I like it!" Shuuhei grinned. "C'mon and help me with this thing before the punishment squad turns up to kick my ass for having a camera within a mile of the second."

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

hi lethan nation

[wildflowercryptid]

the girls are beefing in the clubroom again. [ og post ]

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

I made myself a transponder snail of my own

For the goofiness and silliness of it.

I kinda wanna make a thread of this so

@fluffyartbl0g @moonpaw @r0ttkins @lamina-tsrif it would be cool if yall did one too idk maybe hahaaaa

If anyone else wants to make their own, feel free to reblog this post with it or tag me in your own post so i can see it! Maybe tag others too idk maybe cool r smthn ah ha haaa