#mushery

[wordrummager]

show me the space where we float with no above or below like when kisses take over gravity tell me how nothing came before and what will be doesn’t matter feel today with me

[mrsmush]

Can someone please answer this question: Why does the fandom ship people together when they just all love eachother like brothers. I get David and Jack because they just met, but between the newsies who have known eachother for the longest time. These boys grew a brotherhood, so why ship them?

[skautism]

I accidentally found a new ship in the newsies amino and last night I made a playlist while very tired!! Mushery (Mush/Skittery) is. Cute as fuck (tho blush will always ne my favorite)

[wordrummager]

More than the sum I am not magic. My blurred vision, dark circles, and belly shelf all tell of my misuse of my body. My thoughts gurgling out like a swollen creek cresting after a storm show my selfishness. My dusty floors, craft projects in flux, and spider webs reveal my housekeeping. I am magic with you, however. Our wanting natures meet and make a whole. There is no mess or noise or dullness when we are together. The world is large outside and small for us with just what we need at our fingertips.

[wordrummager]

Better than Dali I don’t have the ease of a beach bunny or snow bunny, or really, anything soft, light. My hair doesn’t flow in the wind and my eyes aren’t bright with promise. I am forged through fire and earth like a heavy metal, complete with rusty hinges and a marred surface only hinting at damage beneath, which makes the fact he makes my time bend and heart flip a miracle of physics.

[wordrummager]

The happiest days involve bread We sat at the table, full of smiles and happy chatter. I had made banana bread without knowing she’d be stopping by. I cut some slices of the warm bread, brought butter and dishes to the table, poured us some milk, and sat to listen as she filled the quiet afternoon with her thoughts and stories. My daughter is as excitable as I am, full of ideas and racing emotions to match. I watched her as she spoke, a little in wonder at how she balances an overstuffed schedule, laughing at her wry outlook, smiling at her joy as she talked about her future. She graduates next May and has a job lined up she’s excited about. She’s engaged to be married next fall. She’s impatient, trying to navigate her senior year at college, ready to start the rest of her life. I gently reminded her to try to enjoy the moments as they come because they are also part of life- not always what’s next. She sort of heard me but I don’t think it penetrated the first few layers of thought. We met as women yesterday afternoon, sharing things as women do, not just mothers and daughters. Talk of veils and corsets, men and travels, friends and holidays, professors and centerpieces. And some private things I won’t mention here. I have no frame of reference for any of this, as my mother is uninterested in me, but am so grateful to have this chance to connect. She shared a final story as I walked her to her car and we hugged an extra long hug, both of us smiling big. As she left, she thanked me and said, “The bread was really good, Mom!” And it was.

[concretedonuts]

thinking a Lot about mush and skittery from 92sies

[wordrummager]

Ramshackle See the face of ruin and shadow a wealth of beauty in every line no soft landing, home eternal then or now, yours or mine. Set a point to aim for, far or closer still it almost doesn’t matter if you won’t… or if you will… Things will fall apart and wither maybe colors will stay true worlds will spin in all directions all that makes sense is you.