#tmi tuesday is every day

[thatlittledandere]

I remember getting into Persona 4 and thinking man am I glad I don't find Dojima attractive. Well

[leafdlc]

when I started taking t I was told about the ass hair. I knew about that one. everyone talks about that one. but I wasn't aware that the nose hair situation would be this severe

[flashmod]

Is there any advice you'd like to leave us?

Finish the small tasks first, you'll feel more accomplished later on through the day.

[splungecoyote]

TMI Tuesday: What is your favorite pizza toppings?

Sausage and green bell peppers. I like the crunch of the pepper- not to mention sneaking vegetable in a meal- and the chewy, savory sausage.

Pesto and margarita pizzas are good too!

Also, breakfast pizza with ham, scrambled eggs, cheese, hollandaise sauce and chives is pretty darn delicious too.

[hannahp0calypse]

remember tmi Tuesdays. what a time. back then you had a specific day of the week for finding out your mutuals want an elf girl to bust in them while calling them a good boy. now that's just every day on tumblr dot com

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Katniss not realizing it but post war her boobs get big after she has secure food for a extended period of time and Peeta is just like 🤤 over her but she’s oblivious to why

Okay I wanna know what kind of weight gain program you’re on, Anon. Because I’ve had small boobs my entire life and every time I gain weight, it’s literally everywhere except the boobs. I will have rolls on my back and jiggly arms long before my boobs get bigger. The only time they’ve grown is when I’m pregnant and eventually those puppies shrank back down. Didn’t realize you were signing up for kdnfb’s weekend tmi, did ya? So this is adjusted to that because I couldn’t push the “I believe” button on the more food equals bigger boobs train, but the idea is there. Rated M for shameless ogling and sensual content.

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They’re in the kitchen preparing dinner on a Monday evening, just like every other Monday since Peeta came home to Twelve. Peeta steps behind her to get to the sink, his hand brushing lightly over the small of her back as he goes, pinky dragging underneath the exposed waist of her pants as she leans forward to drop a pile of vegetables into the pot on the rear burner. His touch barely skims over the swell of her butt, and Katniss shivers slightly, but doesn’t think much of it. Ever since she told him “Real,” Peeta’s taken every chance, used every excuse in the book to touch her.

So all she does is roll her eyes and glance back at him. “Distracting me while I’m working over a hot stove?” Peeta simply grins at her and continues on with the dinner preparations.

On Tuesday, she draws a bath for herself, wanting to soak after a long, arduous day spent trekking through the woods and then trading her haul throughout town. She’s leaning over the tub to adjust the temperature of the water foaming out of the faucet, her body wrapped in nothing but her short cotton robe when she feels Peeta’s eyes on her.

Glancing back, she smirks at the sight of him, staring at her exposed legs and almost exposed butt. His toothbrush hangs limply in his mouth, his grip on it loosened, and his lips foam a little with toothpaste. And his eyes have that glazed over look they get when he’s a little turned on.

But she doesn’t think anything out of the ordinary has happened. Peeta has made no secret of the fact that he likes to look at her, drink her in, and he admitted to her once that he found her legs incredibly sexy. She hadn’t understood how legs could be sexy, but she’d accepted his statement as being true in his mind, at least.

“Care to join me?” she asks and splashes slightly at the water’s surface. Peeta spits out his toothpaste and wipes his mouth with a towel before stripping off his shirt.

On Wednesday, Peeta bakes too many cheese buns. Which means Katniss eats too many cheese buns. She snags one on her way out of the kitchen, after greeting Peeta when she returns from helping build one of the new houses in what used to be the Seam. Peeta calls a warning after her.

“Don’t burn your tongue on the cheese!”

She clamps the bread in her mouth as she strips out of her clothes and waits for the shower water to warm up. Then she scarfs it down in three bites before stepping into the shower, annoyed that she didn’t savor it enough to taste the cheese, let alone find out if it was still hot enough to burn her tongue.

She snares another two after her shower, while she and Peeta fix dinner to take over to Haymitch. Two more during dinner and one right before they head home.

“You know I hate wasting food,” she practically whines at Peeta when he smirks at her as she’s moaning around the still deliciously warm roll. Peeta warmed them in the oven before dinner and this one somehow maintained the perfect amount of heat.

She’s about had it with his arrogant look, his knowing just how easily he can turn her into a salivating mess for food. But then, as she’s washing dishes, he cups his hand on the curve of her butt and Katniss pauses. Glances over her shoulder and watches him as he caresses her, his blue eyes heated and fixed to where he’s touching her.

Then, still caressing the same spot, he bends his head to kiss along the side of her neck. Up to her ears where she expects him to whisper some pretty words, and instead all she gets is a deep rumbling, an almost tortured with desire moan as he pushes his hips into her other butt cheek.

Katniss turns off the water and it’s only much later that the dishes actually get washed.

Still, that’s not all that out of the ordinary either.

And when she wakes on Thursday morning to Peeta’s hands skimming over her bare skin, that’s not unusual. Not at all unusual for him to trail his fingers over her waist and hips and thighs as she lays on her back, he on his side, while they start the morning with long, lingering kisses.

Not at all unusual for them to greet the early morning birdsong outside their open window with their own softly sighing songs, the bed accompanying them with low creaking moans. And it’s not unusual, when Peeta comes first, that he slides from her and moves down between her legs, nipping and kissing and gripping at her thighs for several minutes before settling in to kiss her swollen, wet lips until she too sings softly in release.

Nor is it unusual on Friday evening when he slides his palms around her thighs and hoists her into the air before carrying her to bed, both of them laughing.

Or Saturday when they relax by the lake, and he starts caressing her ankles but eventually works his hand up beneath her dress, all the way to her thighs where he spends so much time caressing her that she’s the one who gets frustrated.

Peeta’s laughing and teasing her when she shrugs out of her dress, pushes him onto his back, and climbs on top of him. And Katniss still doesn’t think there’s anything unusual about the way he watches her body moving on top of his. Or the way his broad palms and clever fingers circle her waist to hold her steady, cling to her hips and guide her closer to her own spiraling release, then cup and grip her ass so she doesn’t stop moving until Peeta joins her with a shout.

And it’s not even that unusual when, after a short nap and a swim in the cool lake water, their kisses turn ravenous again. Only this time, Peeta kneels behind her on the blanket as he makes her sing with pleasure and follows her into bliss.

Even a lazy Sunday spent on the couch, Peeta’s left hand holding a book he reads out loud to her, his right hand tracing lazy patterns over her legs where they rest in his lap, is nothing to note. At least not beyond the fact that just a few years ago, this sort of domestic tranquility would’ve been a nearly impossible scene.

They wind up wrapped up in each other. Left winded and breathing hard on the rug, Katniss’s back and shoulders stinging with how vigorously they rubbed against the carpet while Peeta was inside her. His skin almost too slick for her to cling to when he hoists her up into his arms to carry her upstairs. She curls into his chest and almost falls asleep on the way upstairs, only to be awakened when they’re in the shower. Katniss sits on his lap and he bathes her, making her shiver when his touch feels like the tickling caress of flower petals on her inner thighs.

But then they fall asleep and wake up to make love again. Fall asleep naked after, and by the time they wake for good, stomachs growling for dinner, Katniss laments that they didn’t get their laundry done like they normally do on Sundays.

“We’ll have to make time tomorrow,” Peeta points out, looking not nearly chagrined enough over how they spent the day.

But that means that when she rises early to go into the woods on Monday morning, the only clean pants Katniss can find are an older pair. From after the first Games but before the Quell. She runs her hand sadly over the fabric cut and sewn by Cinna’s hands before finally stepping into them.

Only… she can’t get the pants up past her mid thigh. She tugs on the fabric and wriggles, pausing only when Peeta’s loud gait warns her he’s done in the bathroom.

Looking up at him in distress, she gives the pants another tug. “They don’t fit. How could they not fit?”

“Well,” Peeta says carefully, “If those are from before… you’ve gained some uh… some weight in certain areas.”

Katniss flushes and kicks aside the pants, moving to stand in front of the mirror and examine her shape.

“Where? I’m still scrawny,” she complains, cupping her still small breasts that the Capitol would probably still want to augment if they could get their hands on her body, or if they still existed.

Peeta steps up behind her, his breath shorter and faster than usual, his fingertips skimming over her thighs the same way he moves a frosting tip over a cake.

“Here,” he whispers and she shivers at the heat in his voice. Fingertips swirling up higher until he lifts her shirt with one hand and traces patterns over her belly, which she does notice looks slightly more plump than it used to. “Here.”

He kisses her temple and holds her gaze in the mirror while his hands cup her hips and his fingers dig into meaty flesh she hadn’t realized was thickening on her own body.

“Here,” he growls and he tugs her hips back, so that she can feel him thickening too, in desire as he thrusts slightly against her ass. “And here, Katniss, love.”

This time he’s moaning the words and then he shifts one hand to grip one cheek, an entire handful that he sinks his fingers into and kneads, like her body is now dough and he’s eager to shape her to his desires. But then it occurs to her… this new shape of hers already fits his desires.

Happy, healthy, hungry only for him and not food. She hasn’t had a hollow day in years. And as Peeta’s kisses and touches wander even more, she notes in the mirror all the places and ways she’s gained. She’s smiling when she turns her head to meet Peeta’s kisses with her lips, when she pushes her heavy hips back into his.

[ineffabildaddy]

43, 41 or z on the tmi tuesday ask game?

hello!! sorry i'm so horrifically late to this😭

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

i'm gonna be totally predictable here and shout out my friends!! these are just a few of the dozens of wonderful fic writers i know:

@foolishlovers writes incredible quiet, gentle and romantic human aus, often trans-focused and so affirming and beautiful!!! read their work here. so so hard to choose a favourite, it changes all the time, but the first fic that sprung to mind was Tales of Turning Pages, a trans writer!crowley x librarian!aziraphale au

@crowleyslvt aka @leporidaecervinae is incredible for extremely visceral, psychological, raunchy stuff. read his work here - my favourite fic by them is Chains and Their Titles, which is a post-season 2 supreme archangel aziraphale/fem!crowley porn with plot journey

@voluptatiscausa's work is, as i have previously described it, thought-provoking and cunt-flooding to the highest degree<3 intensely gentle and clement and sexy and human. read his work here - it is all to be treasured but imo Communicato in Sacris is a mouth-watering priest au, and a brilliant representation of all their writing can do

@captainblou has an amazing handle on the back-and-forth and banter between crowley and aziraphale in every universe, no matter what they're doing around, with, or to each other... read their work here - a oneshot by them which lives in my head rent free is Roses don't wear freckles like you do, a pwp with some of my favourite things - wax play, praise kink, and sex toys<3

@bowtiepastabitch hasn't written a lot of fic in comparison to some other writers yet, but what they do write drives me absolutely insane. read their work here! they wrote a dom!aziraphale oneshot called The Art of Victorian Dressing which had me foaming at the mouth with how measured it was in its obscenity, and how sensually rich it was to read!

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

@naromoreau and blackeyedblonde on ao3 (idk if the latter has a tumblr) are two writers whose work i've recently read that inspired me a lot - all your gardens in bloom and a clutch of our own respectively. if i ever write anything an inch as sexy and luscious and emotionally fulfilling as these two do i'll retire happily!

Z: Is there a story you’ve written that doesn’t seem to get much love?

there's a couple! i was quite pleased with this 18th-century oneshot i wrote recently for @portraitofalonelydyke, i'd be honoured if people gave that one a look!

thank you so much for these!! i hope you're having a wonderful day💙

[jmdbjk]

This week's ... Bangtan report...

Anyone feel the need to come up for air? Me too...

These two... just acting like they can go anywhere here in peace.

I can't believe they ate reheated grocery store deli pizza. At first I was like I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ATE GAS STATION CONVENIENCE STORE PIZZA but then I learned it was a whole grocery store. On a scale of 1 to 10, grocery store deli pizza would be a 4.

I'm still speechless. The longer I think about it the more I can't believe what we've seen these past 4 days. After all this time of hoping they are living easily at home they come over here and turn the bucket over on us. Total chaos.

Aside from boat captains being dickwads (that Miss Karma wasted no time on that loser) and radio show hosts being embarrassing ignoramuses... the LUCKIEST regular people are experiencing encounters with JIMIN and JUNGKOOK in the WILD!!

We all know how excited we get just meeting other Armys in the wild but imagine being at work trying to get the soft serve ice cream machine working and you turn around and Jimin and Jungkook are standing there ready to order some greasy-ass pizza.

I'M SO HAPPY FOR THESE ARMYS WHO GOT TO EXPERIENCE THIS!

But we're still trying to decipher JK's similarities in his Seven concept styling. His hair that's reminiscent of Jimin's in his Face era... The both of them wearing a lot of similar things or even just their street clothes that are from the same designer... all of that making me ...

This trip that looks like all intents and purposes of being a weekend getaway... reserving a whole floor of the restaurant. AND TOGETHER ON SILVER DAY.... Going to a brewery. An outing on a boat. Basically roaming the back roads in New England. And JK headed to Old England.

But we might see it at some point in the future BECAUSE THEY HAD CAMERAS????

They spent all day Sunday .... doing what? Every hour, every minute, every second, you know night after night ...

Anyway...

Hobi's master plan is being revealed finally. At least that's what the twitter streets are saying. Those images were created last summer. He's had this in the works.

I love love love the two characters and the styling of this go-round of Jack in the Box.

I watched Namjoon's recent live and he said things like:

..."everyone is doing their thing and the team is being talked about" which he thinks is great... "let's each do well in our places and meet again looking good." All team members doing good.

He always looks great in his lives and now I'm convinced JK's got a potato phone with a crap camera because ALL of his lives are 360p no matter the lighting situation.

TMI warning...

Koo's got a little bit of an upper respiratory cold. It's no fun flying when your sinuses are inflamed. Give that boy some Dayquil/Nyquil. And YES I sympathy yawned with him! hahahahahahahaaa.

Watching this live... how can you be a straight up goofball doofus and also be the same JK dancing and singing "I'll be fuckin you right Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday..."?

I wonder if the slow jam version of Seven was a preview of what's forthcoming?

Jimin got a new phone. I think that's why he had trouble logging into In🌟 (so cute, in-sta). When you move your shit over to your new phone you have to re-login to all your apps.

So let me guess who's gonna turn up with the head cold in a few days? I hope Jimin doesn't have any important schedules coming up in the next week or so.

[mantegato]

man sometimes i miss the old neotag days. tmi tuesdays were always fun, there were those sweet blogs where ppl would send nice asks about ppl in the community, the neotag hunger games, are you single are you straight are you a fan of ll cool j, every 2 seconds you had to see a cum omelette joke... those were the days tbh 😔

[marengogo]

Now …

Imagine waking up to this obviously I cleared up all my other notification, duh!:

(TMI - I change my Lock/Home Screen everyday:

Monday: JM - Tuesday: Yoongi - Wednesday: JK - Thursday: Hobi - Friday: Tae - Saturday: Joonie and Sunday: Jin

… so presently it is Yoongi, let me know if you want to see what each day looks like as we “speak”)

Like … y’all don’t understand.

I woke up to a notification from the two people whom I have been used to expecting notifications from, on IG, and who disappeared FOR VERY WELL KNWON REASONS, and all of a sudden:

TOGETHER BAM!

… I just, NO 🧢, yeah, I’m going through Twitter checking every video and pic I can find of their ceremony.

And mind you that’s gonna be me tomorrow for JK & JM be cus ME THINKS, homebois are NOT gonna post NOTHING little shits🤡🤡🤡 but please, by all means, JM & JK, I beg you:

PROVE ME WRONG!

Anyways … VMON pulled up, healthy, with honours, and serene 💚💙

SO WE REJOICE!

Marengo.

[kelyon]

TMI Tuesday

Good morning, Tumblr!

Things are going pretty well in Kelyonland. June is my favorite time of year. It's light out until like 9, it's not stupid hot yet, and my birthday is this week. It's sort of an odd feeling where I dread getting older, but I still enjoy my birthday. So yeah, I'm having a good time.

Writing is going well. Last Friday I posted Talking on the Telephone. It's a cute little pwp from my verse where Belle is a dominatrix. I haven't finished the next chapter of Courtship (Trousseau), but I have every confidence that it'll be done in time to post on Friday. I do have snippets to anyone who asks.

Not much else to say right now. I hope you all have a great day. Hit me up with questions about anything. Be good to yourselves.

Talking on the Telephone is here

Courtship is here

My inbox is here

[wrennefer]

one of the reasons that Steve loves Eddie is because he never has to wonder what Eddie’s thinking. The drawback is that nobody else has to wonder what he is thinking because every day is TMI Tuesday with Eddie

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What's the most important lesson you've learned ?

To be patient with anything.

[swampstew]

I think Quin called this set of asks TMI Tuesday (I did it last week, can't decide if I should do it every Tuesday or no) and I am happy to send you several prompts:

6. What are you excited for? 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? 74. What is your favorite book? 82. Favorite type of cookie?

HAH that's funny, I like that a lot more! Thank you for playing along :3

6. What are you excited for? I'm excited for the day @icy-spicy shows up at my front door and never leaves! Oh wait that's a dream I'm excited for. Hmm...maybe for the day I finally clear out my backlog of things I've put off DX Not a lot going on for me atm as I settle into my new schedule.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? I always have one at the ready, but I'm pretty sure its been an actual year since I've used one! I've always preferred pen anyways.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Full time dog :) A millionaire (still want this one tbh)

74. What is your favorite book? A poetry book written by my friend.

82. Favorite type of cookie? Ok, hear me out. The tin of danish cookies that get repurposed into a sewing kit/trinkets box...those cookies are so fucking good and I'll stand by this til the end of time.

Make me admit stuff! 🧐

[eirian-houpe]

Monday... Menu?

Hi all.

The astute among you will have noticed I've mostly been away. Well... now I'm back, and I want to try and do things a little differently around here. This is, I guess the TL:DR version of what I'm about to write, some of which will be under a cut I suspect, because it's kind of long.

Be patient with me though.

At the end of August in 2023, the new school year started, and as a Special Education teacher, it's aways a bit of an insane time. I work at a very large high school, and out department should have had seven teachers. We had four. We were understaffed, scrambling to cover the classes for the missing teachers, and basically drowning in the new referrals - even MORE students showing up with special educational needs.

Add in to that mix my own neurodiversity, mental health needs, and a very busy home life, and something had to give. I was coming home stressed, exhausted, totally triggered almost 100% of the time. I literally didn't have the spoons to created content - especially not as it was all largely ignored anyway, only adding to my sense, rightly or wrongly, of failure.

No, I'm not being bitter or calling anyone out, just telling it like it is, and the result of all that was I didn't have the time or energy to be fully present here like I wanted. I pottered, I reblogged, but rare was the occasion when I actually wrote anything of worth.

But I miss my communities, and I miss being here, and now we're coming to the last quarter of a nutso school year, I'm feeling I might have a little more time and energy to jump back in.

However, some things have changed, and I want to reflect the new/old me in a way that is more authentic. so here are some of the things I came up with this afternoon that you might see appearing on this blog in the coming days and weeks.

Monday: The Monday Menu: what it says on the box. A plan for the week Monday Mmmm: There won’t always be one of these, just when something troubling or interesting crosses my path. Mental Health Monday: Post related to mental health Monday Meditation: A link to a meditation or guided meditation - maybe even sometimes by me. Morrigan's Monday: The Morrigan is my Matron Goddess, and I might sometimes share insights She gives to me.

Tuesday: TMI Tuesday: Ask me anything, it can be about fic, life, spirituality, whatever you'd like. Teaser Tuesday: Where I share something I've been working on Teaching (Tales) Tuesday: A story that teaches something that has crossed my path. Tolkien Tuesday: where I share something Tolkien related.

Wednesday: WIP Wednesday: News about by Works in Progress - fic and non fic alike. Whacky Wednesday: Something weird, funny or otherwise strange. Warrior Wednesday: Something fierce, powerful, not necessarily feminist but definitely a self advocacy thing. Wellness Wednesday: Where I share something related to physical, mental, emotional or spiritual health.

Thursday: Three Things Thursday: Where I share three things about a fic of anyone's choice, just send me an ask. Thoughts on Thursday: Random thoughts or rabbit holes I may or may not have fallen down.

Friday: Final Line Friday: Where I share things, and a final line of something I've written that week. Fandom Friday: Sharing something about one of my fandoms From Gwydion's Vault: Gwydion is my Patron God. In these posts I'll share some kind of wisdom or message I have received from Him.

Saturday: Saturday Secret: Where I share something from backstory, or some kind of secret about one of my WIPs Spiritual Saturday: A post based in spirituality - mine is Wicca.

Sunday: Seven Sentence Sunday: Where I share seven sentences from something I have written that week. Shifting Shape: Something transformative, either that I've written or that I've read, or otherwise come across in my journey that week.

Not everything will happen every week. Just this is a way to keep things fresh and interesting, to encourage me to write and share something each day.

Let me know in comments or reblogs if there's anything else you'd like to see me post.

[temper-temper]

TMI Tuesday: How was your Halloween?

Thank you for asking! It was fairly good! Got stuff done around our home and visited hubby at work with some food- did worship and called with my buddy Doe for a few hours. Went and got some pizza and watched my favorite show with the handsome Guruman ❤️

Still is taking awhile to settle down proper so every day has its ups and downs but with Guru’s patient love and focus on God our Father- everything will be okay ❤️