#tum stuff

[tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora]

Them brown boys be going around and calling themselves ALPHA, completely forgetting the fact that all their life, their mum and dad have called them BETA.

[cillyscribbles]

something that initially made me wonder about tugger is how careless he acts in contrast to how observant he is - he seems to keep tabs on his surroundings even when you'd think he's too caught up in enjoying himself. and, since people's attention is usually on him when he's around, he's largely able to control where that attention's directed, if not him. what a curious wee cat!

[zinda-hun-bas-kafi-hai]

Mein bata rhi hun tum sab secretly ek dusre ko jante ho irl sirf mein hi yahan akeli baithi hun jo kisiko nhi janti😭

[sapplejack]

A Jellicle Christmas and New Year's— Nekojiru style. Hope the cats have a ball.

[rubbathetum]

Lowkey really hate what I’ve been seeing in the emeto tag lately

I don’t wanna be a nag or anything, but I will say: please be careful when browsing the emetophilia tag, look before you follow. I’ve been seeing an actual alarming amount of minors in the tag recently and it’s weirding me out. If you see some teenager trying to advertise themselves to pedos, clock that shit, report them asap.

[pyaari-naari]

Bas yahan se...

Yahan tak ka safar karna hai....

[itreference]

Richie Tozier had a strong stomach as a kid, he'd eat almost anything or everything without a stomach ache but as he got older his stomach just decided to bullshit him

[cillyscribbles]

my newest hot (?) take is that electra & etcetera are just munkustrap & tugger minus all the (gestures vaguely at everything) whatever's wrong with them

[unexpectedbrickattack]

peepaw doodles 💛

[zinda-hun-bas-kafi-hai]

Mera na gol gappe Khane ka man kar rha hai😭

[sapplejack]

Here they are! The Jellicle cats made into colorful acrylic charms😸

The colors are a little bit richer in-person, but I think they turned out well either way. They were really fun to make, and maybe I'll sell them when I finally start the fanmerch shop I've been thinking of for several years now. I have to say, my fav out of the 4 is Mistoffelees because his charm compliments a lot of the bags/purses I own haha. Which kitty is your fav? 💖

[turned-on-tum-rubs]

Daily reminder not to be in fetish spaces if ur a minor

AND REMINDER TO KICK OUT MINORS FROM FETISH SPACES CUZ A LOT OF YALL DONT DO THAT???

[kittycommitte]

[astral-shiro]

One day someone tries to make fun of Kafka’s "spare tire" in Ichikawa’s hearing and he turns around and silently shows them a video that Kikoru sent of Kafka tossing 50lb bags of concrete powder like he’s picking fucking daisies

[anonymouse-is-here]

Yaar ye results ke saath rishtedaaron ki commentary free aati hai kya?

[tumfullofblue]

Dinner with a neighbour (Mr. Reed x Reader) suggestive!

ʕ◉ᴥ◉ʔ I'm kinda not okay (still) after watching Heretic. This little drabble is really self-indulging, but I hope some of yall will still enjoy it. Let me know if I need to write something N/S/F/W with him!

(warning for stuffing kink, but really it's just a bit and mr reed being... well, mr reed)

You considered yourself a good neighbor. Much to your credit as being shy and a bit awkward in large gatherings, you were still there when needed. So it wasn’t a surprise you grew close to a just as awkward, if not a bit eccentric mister Reed. You weren’t religious per se, but you still loved to hear him talk and talk for hours about all things that has to do with God. His voice seemed to be almost hypnotizing and he was really passionate about it. He rarely left his house, but you were always welcome to visit him. Any time you would go there, you left with either a small gifted trinket or a belly full of food. Not that you couldn’t cook for yourself… but there was something in the way he always insisted on getting you something to eat made you feel real warm inside. Like he was genuinely worrying about you.

So once again you got invited to join him for a dinner one cold autumn’s night, to ‘test a new recipe’. You hadn’t a single clue it could end up like this.

«You’re doin’ amazing, sweetie. Just one more bite for me,” mister Reed’s hands roamed over your stomach, rubbing the fullness of it. You felt almost drugged. Maybe you were, for all you know. But you have never felt more satisfied than now. So warm. So cozy. Even if you were feeling heavy on his lap, mister Reed didn’t seem to mind. You remember drinking a few glasses of wine with the hearty stew he prepared. He firmly suggested that you do, telling that it would help the flavors to bloom more. And bloom they did. Making you vulnerable and so pliant.

How did you end up on his lap, snuggling close to his chest, feeling his warmth even through thick flannel shirt? When did you start writhing there and whine oh so softly, complaining of how full you were, how your tummy was so bloated now, how you shouldn’t eaten so much...

“But you enjoyed it, my dear.” The old man seemed to be reading your thoughts. Or maybe you were just that predictable. He relished in that feeling – of knowing exactly what you thought, how will you act, how will you react to him.

Controlling you were easier than he thought.

“That’s it. Gluttony may be a deadly sin, but you are looking so well doing this, aren’t you, hmm? My sweet little sinner.”

His hands never stopped rubbing your poor round belly. Feeling the food and whine sloshing around as your gut struggled to digest it all. You got the last bit of a perfectly cooked sweet potato on your fork. Mister Reed watched intently as your lips wrapped around it, then you chewed and swallowed and sighed, your head resting on his shoulder. Lips parted as you struggled to breath, almost moaning at how full you were. It was so very delicious… and you ate it all, encouraged by his voice, his touch, his presence alone. ‘good girls finish their plates’. ‘i won’ take no for an answer, my dear.’ ‘i worked really hard to make you happy. won’t you make this old man happy in return?’

Manipulations. Tricks. Breadcrumbs to lead you just where he needed you to be. He kissed your cheek, his warm breath hitting the sensitive skin. His fingers, long and thin rubbed soothing circles on your tummy, before slowly starting to unbutton white blouse you had on, buttons straining against the added volume. You whimpered again. Trying to protest. Trying to fight the tingly feeling between your legs when mister Reed all but groaned, moving his hands back to your belly, fingers tracing patterns over your skin as he pressed himself even closer to you.

“You have no idea how sinfully pretty you are right now, my girl. How long I’ve waited to have you all by myself. To show you all the delicious ways there are to sin. I’m going to take my time with you, love. Worship every inch of your body… and make you scream my name. My name alone.”