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@everybody

(I’ll be on as soon as I can to reply/answer stuff but that might be a day or 2! I’m a little stressed out. I love you guys but I don’t want to talk to anybody at all right now, lmao)

#ooc #mobile #(might be a funny story later if everything works out)

blowthehousedown:

“An’ all this time, I thought ya was just some goody-two-shoes!”

“Ya really got me there, Mick!”

“...But I AM a goody-two-shoes, hu-ha!”

#blowthehousedown #( You win this round Wolf )#( ▌ crack; ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɢʟᴏᴠᴇs? )

thjslove

mxssmouse-blog

@mcusecapade @rcundeared

#( ▌ mickey & minnie; ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ )#gif

waltsluckyrabbit:

Oswald smiled at him. “Ya really do. Thanks, it helps.”

“Yeah, well.” he tried to dismiss his feelings, returning to his usual steady march. “I’m gonna do what he couldn’t.”

Mickey turned around, walking backwards, and moved his hands animatedly as he spoke. He had ideas that he didn’t want tainted by a dropping mood, so he fought to keep himself upbeat for the rabbit. He may have been the younger creation, but this wasn’t about him...it was about Oswald.

“What d’ya say to a walk down Buena Vista Street? I hear they’re lookin’ for a new greeter.”

#waltsluckyrabbit #( ▌v; filling in for the boss )

blowthehousedown-deactivated201

“Dang, yer brutal…”

“UP HIGH, PAL!”

mcusecapade-archive-blog

“N-No!”

“It’s not what it looks like!”

#blowthehousedown #( Insert blurry Mr. Krabs meme here )#( ▌ crack; ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɢʟᴏᴠᴇs? )

Mickey is about to “explode” on @heyypluto:

“ . . . P L U T O. “

“YOU’RE GONNA FINISH YOUR DESERT, AND YOU ARE GONNA LIKE IT.”

#heyypluto #( ▌ crack; ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɢʟᴏᴠᴇs? )#( But imagine Dying for Pie but with Pete or Mortimer playing Squidward's role #I have actual things to reply to probably but my head is full of memes #un momento por favor )

((I think the joke was more that Mickey KNOWS who and where Louie's family is. XD))

@the-littlest-inkblot @toxiicink

#thelittlestinkblot #( ▌answered; )#( ▌ crack; ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɢʟᴏᴠᴇs? )#(You think you know a mouse...then he picks on little ducklings... )

disneyisawonderland

Mickey Mouse doesn’t know how to tell a fucking joke.

what the hell Mickey

toxiicink-moved-blog

@mcusecapade

#( I think the joke might be that Mickey called him by the wrong name #Louie wears green so #this one should be Huey #I don't know which is worse )

The apocalypse happened but not before Disney developed an advanced AI driven robotic Mickey Mouse and friends. Now they protect a group of children from the horrors of the world.

( found on /r/WritingPrompts, this particular excerpt was written by reddit user readittour )

Mickey scanned the horizon, looking for any signs of his yellow-furred friend. Pluto had been gone for hours, and the children were starting to get antsy. But they couldn't leave without him - any intel on The Enemy was desperately needed - and besides, Pluto was Mickey's best friend. Especially now that the others had all... were all...

"Mr. Mickey Mouse?"

The voice jostled Mickey from his thoughts; he turned toward the boy beside him, who was awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot, biting his lip and fumbling with his fingers. The boy, Peter, was nearly a teenager, but he'd met Mickey five years ago when the End Days had started. Back then, his eyes had glistened with magic, with fairies and wishing stars and talking mice. But now, there was no belief. No sense of hope. No trace of the child he once had been.

"Is Pluto coming back?" Peter questioned.

"Golly, he sure is, Peter!"

"But the last time you said -"

"He. Sure. Is, Peter!"

Peter winced at the Mouse's tone, and Mickey physically felt the wince. It stabbed where his stomach would have been, and not for the first time, Mickey wondered why he had been made with emotions.

#Do I smell a really cliche apocalypse AU?#Real talk though #The implications of future A.I. Disney characters caring for what's left of #humanity is so dark.#The robot uprising is killing off everybody while the friendly ones who were #programmed with real personalities and purpose are fighting against it #A handful of Disney characters already have moving heads we're one step closer to DEATH #I linked to the entire thread since there are more short stories besides the one this person wrote )#( ▌ musings; ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴍʏ ᴇᴀʀs sᴛᴀʏ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ )#long post

waltsluckyrabbit:

Oswald did as he was told, wiping his face with the handkerchief and blowing his nose a few times. When Mickey pushed him toward the door, giving him a pep talk like some sort of overenthusiastic sports coach, Oswald couldn’t help but laugh, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Ya sound just like him”

Mickey paused to open his mouth, but nothing comes out except for a hiss of air. There were a lot of things he could have said in reply to that...nothing he could bear to say out loud, anyway. Instead, he covered his own face momentarily and wiped across his eyes. Once he’s finished and composed, he looks exhausted.

#waltsluckyrabbit #( ▌v; filling in for the boss )

toxiicink-moved-blog

“Star gazing was a great idea!”

&& @mcusecapade

“ Yeah, I guess so… ”

Granted, having been in Wasteland for so many decades, with nothing but a fake sky, it felt nice to actually sit back and enjoy the stars again. Especially here, with his brother, the only family he had left.

The rabbit glanced over at the mouse briefly, taking notice of how bright his eyes looked, how optimistic Mickey was. Faintly Oswald remembered a time when he was just as optimistic and happy with bright eyes that had the attention of their father for a time. And what a short time that had been, it only lasted for only a year, barely two, before his whole life began a domino affect of many terrible circumstances that seemed to continue plaguing his whole life.

Oswald took a deep breath and turned away from his brother, focusing on the stars again. He hated how often his mind wandered back to the past, like he was forever trapped by the story that was his past, which shaped how he saw the world now compared to when Walt and Ub first created him. When it seemed he was destined for greatness, only to fall and keep falling for what felt like years until he was finally forgotten.

“ I wonder if it gets any easier, ” he mused to himself, quietly, only vaguely aware now that his brother was lying next to him on the grass. But he just couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever be able to move on from everything that had happened; memories from dark parts of his past that seemed to constantly plague and affect him even now—now when he was home and had a heart again he should have felt better already. He should have healed already, and he hated that having a heart made his emotions even more out of whack than they already were.

Hopefully in time his life could finally get back on track. Hopefully he could finally be happy and move on.

Maybe one day.

#( ▌snapshot; sᴀᴠᴇᴅ )#( Why is everybody so sad tonight #You have billions of stars to wish on Ozzie :(#💀 💀 💀#)

waltsluckyrabbit:

Oswald hastily wiped his messy face when the mouse pulled back to look at him.

“Ya really think so?” he looked up at the mouse hopefully.

“I know so.” Mickey confirmed, pulling a white handkerchief from behind his back to offer. “Now dry your tears, blow your nose. Make sure you’re neat n’ pretty, and don’t let ‘em know it gets to ya...anything’s possible.”

Before Oswald could pull himself together...if he could at all, the mouse hopped behind him and pushed him toward the door.

“Now, listen here. You’re comin’ with me to Main Street. We’re gonna march on down there, I’m gonna introduce ya to my pals, and I’ll give the studio a piece of my mind if they try and fight me on it.” he made a punching motion at the air as his voice cracks. “What d’ya say?”

#waltsluckyrabbit #( FOR SHAME that's so sad #but tragic enough to make for a good story )#( ▌v; filling in for the boss )

fashicnista-blog

It must be destiny…

Good thing destiny doesn’t control MY love life

#( ▌ promo; )#( G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S ! ! !#yay! )

the-littlest-inkblot:

Feeling icky or not, Lily had to giggle at that. She knew full-well how…protective her dad could be. If she didn’t go to bed, really, neither of them would hear the end of it. “And if I’m gonna be Sneezy, then Daddy’s gonna be Grumpy.”

She burrowed he way down under her blankets, slipping back out with her teddy bear in one arm. “I won’t let ya get in trouble. Promise… Buuuuuut… I’m gonna need a cup’a warm milk and a good night hug… Uh…please?”

He rearranged the blanket so that it’s tucked underneath her legs, all comfy-like, then exhales loudly. The sound is a low, definitely grumpy, and irritable, but his expression doesn’t match its intensity whatsoever.

“A promise, huh? Hm...okay, but that’s it.” Mickey waggled a finger, backing out of the room. “You stay put and I’ll be right back.”

It wouldn’t take long to warm up some milk, and he hardly needed to prepare for a hug, so he returns soon enough with a steamy mug and a coaster to beat: instead of a mouse head, it’s in the image of a rabbit. He’s not surprised.

#thelittlestinkblot #( Donald and Oswald tied for Grumpy's understudy )#( ▌v; filling in for the boss )

👶 :3333333

@mxssmouse sent 👶 to reveal she’s pregnant. || fluffy meme

“Wh…what, who now?”

The room is spinning, he feels his legs threaten to collapse underneath him, and her voice is distant in his ears. To anchor himself, his gloved hand made its way over to hold hers, where the other instinctively came to rest on the top.

“Really?” the waver betrays him, and he mentally kicks himself for it.

Mickey doesn’t want her to think he’s disappointed. He doesn’t want her to notice how his voice came out all wobbly and squeaky, how he couldn’t quite maintain contact with her eyes, or how fidgety he ended up being…worrying that it might give her a false impression of his true feelings.

Sure…he was afraid, but who wouldn’t be? That doesn’t mean he isn’t h a p p y .

“Aw, Minnie.” he pulls her forward by their connected hands and gently presses their noses together, then sweeps her off her feet to twirl around the room. “Like a bolt out of the blue, huh?”

Humming the rest of the song, he slows and leans his forehead against hers.

#mxssmouse #( :3 #I was sitting on this one for awhile )#( ▌answered; )

disneyworldfever

Credit to the person who took these but these are my new favorite Disney pictures

#( ▌ disney parks; ʜᴀᴘᴘɪᴇsᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ )#( Oh my god )

🍨 ((cuz Disney sweets are best sweets X3))

@the-littlest-inkblot sent 🍨to share a Dole Whip. || fluffy meme

“Aw, shucks…me too?” bashfully, Mickey looked between Lily and the spoon in his hand she had given to him. “It’s supposed to be yours.”

It was no cheesecake...but she insisted, and he couldn’t refuse that. A master of play, Mickey bowed to her and gestured toward the frosty treat with reverence as he placed a hand over his heart. All children here were considered royalty at the parks, no matter who they were.

“Princesses first, princess.”

#thelittlestinkblot #( They're also expensive so it's a good thing his face is plastered on the menus )#I noticed even the talking Mickey in the parks calls little girls princesses so #this is really cute... )#( ▌answered; )

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