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junkyard-gifs · 1 year

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As Gus' memory fades, he bows to the retreating figure of the lead Siamese... but when he lifts his head, it's only Tugger in front of him. And Tugger is, if anything, even more confused about it than he is.

Lucius Wolter as Gus, Alex Snova as Tugger, Andrea Luca Cotti as Mungojerrie, and Jan-Eike Majert under the Siamese costume. Vienna revival, March 2022.

(Here's a clearer view on the transition to this moment from another night, with Felix Martin as Gus.)

#gus the theatre cat #rum tum tugger #gusxtugger #s: gus the theatre cat #vienna revival #2021 vienna #220300 #cats the musical #c: gus #c: rum tum tugger #mungojerriextugger #tuggerjerrie #alex snova #lucius wolter #andrea luca cotti #c: mungojerrie #c: siamese

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realreulbbrband · 1 year

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What are your CATS headcanons for Rum Tum Tugger? Family, Personality, Ships? All of it pls?

The Rum tum tugger

(ofc no need to ask twice tyy)

These are just my silly hcs, interpretations, and ships so plz no discourse about them:) Big post below

Family:

He's the only kit from Olivia's litter, she wanted nothing to do with the father however she passed some short time after Tugger was born. • she knew she wasn’t going to make it before hand and so she asked her dearest and closest friend Grizzabella to raise him as her own if she’d be willing too which Grizz accepted.

So tugger is the youngest Deuteronomy son his elder brothers are Munkustrap and Macavity. Though Macavity never liked tugger that much since he wasn��t “his real brother”

• grizzy girl stills ends up leaving though leaving the responsibility of watching a still very young Tugger in the hands of old D who being the Jellicle leader and now solo parent was very stressful.

• So munkustrap sort of taken up the responsibility of watching and taking care of Tugger.

No kits brrrr

(I can elaborate more on the Olivia tugger mom timeline if anyone wants)

Personality:

I really struggled with how to pinpoint what I think tuggers personality could go based on the wiki where he's said to be "Vain, perverse and inconsequent" but I wanted to add a lil more

While Tugger can be immature at times especially when he's messing with the older cats like Jenny and Jelly he means well, He's artful and knowing after all so he knows when it's time to joke around with the kittens and adults or when it's time to get serious.

He loves any and all attention he can get which is when he plays up to his "tugger antics". tugger's very charismatic and bold especially when he knows what he wants.

He's very caring with those he's closest with and he basically has a big soft spot for all the kittens.

This is completely headcanon based and I have no evidence to support this but he does have some fear or small anxiety that he's only tolerated for his looks which is why he's very particular about his grooming and appearance.

Ships: (omg screams in multi shipper) and bonus hcs for ships

I expected I'd have a lot more ships for Tugger but I don't? huh anyways

Tuggoffelees: I mean come on how can I not? They're adorable in that video of Tugger kissing misto after the "Terrible bore" line and the Tugger wants what he can't have thing sold me. So they're often my main Tugger ship.

I loved it even more when I came up with the headcanon of Misto being Tuggers secret admirer before they get together, since Misto is a good listener he'd make things he found or conjured appear in Tuggers den that he heard tugger talk about as his way of showing gratitude.

Tugger was curious about a cork? and one sits right outside his den before noon

Tugger only found out it was Mistoffelees after he had just entered his den and a perfectly new yarn ball appeared out of thin air.

Tuggerina: Bisexuals in love are the moment the everything, I don't know why I ship this I just think they're a great power couple and their dynamic is cute.

They play flirt with eachother so often that everyone just assumed they were mates before they got together. While Tugger isn't as into PDA as Bomba keeping it more subtle with an arm over Bomba's shoulder or waist. However when they're alone togethere Tugger is practically putty in her hands.

he does in fact care for a cuddle though he'll never admit it to anyone else. when they've been mates for a while tugger plays way more up to the PDA.

Rarepairs:

-Bombatuggoffelees: everything I love wrapped in a neat little bow. (I also love Bombatuggoffelees when Demeter is another one of Bomba's partners)

-Tuggerjerrie: they they they they they are silly, I just like the potential dynamic between the two and Jerrie being a simp for Tugger. They can both get into some trouble together though I think Tugger would be slightly more responsible about it.

-Platonic! Demtugger is something I'm a big softy for too

This post is very long but I can't help it Tugger was one of my first favs of the show ^^

(updated this a lil)

#rum tum tugger #headcanons #deutabella #olivia cats #tuggoffelees #tuggerina #tuggerjerrie #bombatuggoffelees #answered ask #munkustrap #maxavity #Grizzabella #deuteronomy brothers

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davidrebooted · 11 months

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Hiiii I decided to remake b/c of a bunch of reasons, Sorry not sorry :-), if you need anything you can message me on THIS blog. I will go through and refollow everyone right after this but if i miss you you can just follow me and ill prob follow back if we were moots alr

Expect the same things that were on my side (davidreblogged) on this blog (only now with irl cats posting on this blog) however dont expect cats the musical content (at the least not very often at all). So umm expect Men, Gifs, Art, etc etc

I will still be using these blogs so feel free to follow if you want!!: @davidrebootedart (Art only blog (If you are going to see cats content anywhere it'll be here but dont expect anything new)) @michaelgruberfan (Take a guess what it is)

More info:

However I will no longer be using these ones: @tuggerjerrie @alonzostrap @pouncepouncepouncepounce @davidreblogged (Shadow banned :///) (im prob going to go through at some point and reblog old stuff but blehh if you see that you see that)

IF WE ARE MOOTS and you want the url/ blog LMK! and ill give you it or at the least make you a member otherwise these will stay inactive unless I get another cats fixation/ start caring about the tumblr cats fandom a bit more again (ill prob still be active in mistocord)

All of my old blogs (Including davidrebooted and davidreblogged) will not go down so no worries if you want to go through it however I will be changing their names for the url :P

I think that's it uhhh all of my created media is on this blog alr that I care about so yeah, if you want my cats art just follow my art blog or whatever

and I hope everyone have a swagtastic day =^ ^=

#My posts #I will also organize my tags better on this blog hopefully

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jelliclekay · 2 years

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Tugger or munk for the ask game?

I'll do both why not

Tugger

1: sexuality headcanon: Bisexual icon. 2: otp: Tuggerlurina and Tuggoffelees (like anyone saw that coming wow) 3: brotp: Tuggerjerrie and Tuggerteazer 4: notp: I mentioned not liking him with Alonzo but also I'm not a big fan of Tugger x Demeter. I know revival Demeter is a bit more friendly with Tugger, but I prefer Demeter being annoyed with Tugger. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He's shaved like a lion and he shimmies a lot because he is always cold. 6: favorite line from this character: So many but the way he says "You would say we had nothing to do at all" makes me go stupid. 7: one way in which I relate to this character: I'm also everyone's hype man. I love hyping up my friend's. 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character Haha dumb idiot gets stuck in the bureau drawer 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? I feel like he's right square in the middle.

Munkustrap

1: sexuality headcanon: Bi (women lean) 2: otp: Demestrap and Alonzostrap 3: brotp: Munkujerrie and Munkuteazer (I just love the Deut bros being pals with Jerrie and Teazer) 4: notp: Not a big fan of Munk x Misto personally. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He loves Dungeons and Dragons and has weekly dnd nights at the Junkyard. 6: favorite line from this character: Are you blind when you're born? It just goes so hard. 7: one way in which I relate to this character: I too am done with everyone's shit most of the time 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Not second hand embarrassment per say but it is very silly how serious he takes the Pekes and Pollicles sometimes but I know he's just trying to impress Old Deut. 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? He is a cinnamon roll but will fight you if needed.

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dr6-14-2023 · 1 year

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I need more ppl 2 start caring abt tuggerjerrie it cant just be me and joey 😭😭😭

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0zzysaurus · 2 years

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10. what song do you associate with a ship?

I'll do three!!

Mungocavity - Told You So - Rascalton

Tuggerjerrie - A Little Less Conversation - JXL & Elvis Presley

Tumblepounce - I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness

#ask

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beastly-vixen · 2 years

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Mungojerrie has f*cked every Dueteronomy brother

#he has #mungojerrie #mungocavity #munkujerrie #tuggerjerrie #I talk #rambles

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tuggerjerrie · 2 years

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Mark Donaldson as Mungojerrie with Stanley Allyn Owen as The Rum Tum Tugger!!!

#cats the musical #tuggerjerrie #Mark Donaldson #Mungojerrie #Stanley Allyn Owen #Rum Tum Tugger #cats us tour 5 #stage #one of my favs

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namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou · 2 years

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Meggyleves

One thousand and eight-hundred words of Tuggerjerrie for @davidrebooted! Not really plot-heavy, but I’m happy with it. I hope you like it as well! As always, my love to everyone who reads/likes/reblogs! ♥

Curious.

That certainly wasn’t a new word when it came to the Rum Tum Tugger, but Mungojerrie couldn’t think of anything better when he came across him this afternoon.

All in all, Tugger looked like usual, his thick pelt brushed and groomed that it shined, hips loose and gallivanting in a way that made toms either blush or pale with envy (Mungojerrie belonging to the former group), a smile on his muzzle that was only a little smug and mostly content.

The unusual thing was that the short white fur of his muzzle was coloured a deep red.

“How was your outing?” Alonzo said from somewhere next to him, voice thick with sleep, having just woken from a catnap.

“You say that as if I was on a pilgrimage,” Tugger answered with a snort, stretching his unfairly long legs.

Mungojerrie felt his ears go a little hot. Must be the sun. Sun and black fur never added up to anything good.

“One could think you were, as long as you’ve been away.”

Tugger faltered in his stretch, looking a little like an overgrown kitten that had lost count of his limbs. “Has it been that long? I ought to say hello to Munkustrap, then. So he can stop worrying.”

Alonzo huffed a laugh. “You know him. He’ll never stop.”

“Nevertheless, I do have some decency.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

Tugger took off, and Mungojerrie stood up and followed him, saying goodbye to Alonzo with a flick of his tail, too curious about Tugger’s red muzzle to stay where he was.

Tugger and Munkustrap’s reunion was short and sweet, a happy smile blooming on the silver tabby’s face at the sight of the wayward Maine Coon.

To Mungojerrie’s surprise, Munkustrap had barely anything to say to the suspicious red colouring around Tugger’s mouth, except a knowing smile and: “Ah yes. It’s harvest season.”

Tugger grinned at him. “Maybe I can smuggle some out of the house for the kittens.”

“Stay safe, will you?”

“Always.”

With that, they went their separate ways again, and Mungojerrie felt like he would burst with curiosity.

“Was that a joke?” he asked after pouncing at Tugger’s back.

Tugger caught him in the air, those long tufty ears of him probably having heard him from miles away, and dipped him dramatically. Mungojerrie giggled like a damsel.

“What do you mean?”

“Did you harvest a bird?”

“What? Oh.” Tugger licked at his muzzle, slight abashment showing in the tilt of his ears. “No, that wasn’t a joke. Do you want me to show you?”

“You needn’t ask,” Mungojerrie answered promptly, and together they left the junkyard, tails wrapped and in lockstep, as much as it was possible with their different leg length.

“Where are we going?” Mungojerrie asked when they left the quiet alleys and paths behind them and dove into the busy streets of the city centre, dodging automobiles, bicycles and grasping hands of children who took one look at Tugger’s fluffy pelt and had the overwhelming need to pet him. Jerrie couldn’t really blame them.

“One of my human homes,” Tugger responded, hissing at a poodle that was about to bark at them.

The poodle quickly thought twice and hid behind the leg of his human.

“I’m there less often than I should be, mostly just in the summer. But they travel a lot during winter time anyway, so it’s not so terrible, I don’t think. Watch out!”

Mungojerrie jumped out of the way to make room for a tiny girl on a bicycle that was just as tiny, meowing with complaint.

“Sorry, Mr. Kitty!” the girl crowed, ringing her bell and pedalling faster to not lose balance.

Her mother hurried after her, the satin flowers on her bicycle’s handles fluttering in the wind.

Tugger shook his head at them, but Mungojerrie had gotten a glimpse at the basket on the girl’s bicycle, and who sat in it. Hopefully Demeter knew how to hold her own in there.

“Where was I? Ah yes. They certainly don’t mind me leaving for a longer time, and in turn they spoil me when I return. Take a left here.”

They took a left, entering a side street with thankfully less traffic and big flower boxes in front of every other house.

“The houses here have gardens, don’t they?” Jerrie asked, pressing up to Tugger and wrapping their tails together again.

Tugger gave a pleasant chirp. “They sure do.”

All too soon, Tugger stopped them in front of a beige town house, looking just like the other houses in the row, except for the big sunflowers that grew in front of it. Jemima would like those, Mungojerrie thought.

Tugger brushed up against him and gave him a nudge towards the high, narrow picket fence next between the house and the next one. One after the other, they squeezed through the small gap underneath it and walked through high grown weeds and scrub to the tiny garden behind the house.

The first thing that Jerrie could smell was cloyingly sweet, and the first thing he saw was a truly gigantic cherry tree. A male voice called out when they entered the shadow of the tree, a wobbly wooden table coming into view.

“He’s back, nagyi!”

They shared a smirk.

“Oh, so soon? And he brought a friend!”

An old woman sat at the table, eyes hidden behind glasses as thick as sliced bread, her heavily accented voice a pleasant rumble to Mungojerrie’s ears, which were still a little sore from all the traffic noise.

“Come, Máté, introduce me to your friend.”

“We better do what she says for once,” Tugger murmured in Jerrie’s ear, a grin stretched wide on his face. “Otherwise there’ll be nothing for us to, uh… harvest.”

Mungojerrie snorted but followed him to the table, the sweet scent of ripe cherries making him a little sleepy.

The old woman stooped down and squinted hard behind her glasses. “Hoppá! A real beauty you are. Little tiger cat, hm? Look at him, Zsolt. Isn’t he a beauty?”

The male voice answered again, and only now Jerrie noticed that he was up in the tree, plucking cherries and collecting them in a big weaved basket. “He sure is. How can you tell it’s a he?”

“Don’t be silly. I can tell right away,” the old woman huffed, then leaning down to Mungojerrie and whispered: “Meow once if I’m right.”

Jerrie meowed, very amused.

“Aha,” the woman said contently, scratching the base of Tugger’s tail and letting Jerrie sniff at her wrinkled fingers.

A gently breeze made the cherry tree sway, leaves rustling. Zsolt up in the tree gave a soft sigh of relief at the short reprieve from the afternoon heat.

“Now, kismacska, come help me pit these cherries.”

Helping to pit the cherries involved Tugger sitting on the woman’s lap and purring, claws tangling in her lace blouse, while Jerrie sat on the table and pushed the cherry pits off the tabletop into a metal bucket beneath.

After a while, Tugger gave a chirp, and he and Jerrie changed places. Tugger didn’t stay long at his task, instead opting to help Zsolt pick the cherries.

He pounced from branch to branch, proudly prancing back to Zsolt’s basket with a mouthful of the sweet fruits, carefully carried by their stems. When the basket was full, Tugger screamed until Zsolt sighed and tucked the big cat under his arm, carrying him and the basket back down to his grandmother.

“Szép,” the old woman mumbled, petting Mungojerrie’s arched back with well-practised hands.

Zsolt brought a feather toy from inside the house and the two cats decided to humour him, chasing the ribbon and attached feather with vigour while Zsolt’s grandmother pitted the last cherries and then ambled inside with them, closing the green wooden door behind her.

“That’s where the magic happens,” Tugger told Jerrie, who entertained Zsolt by cartwheeling across the cherry-coated lawn. “I’m not allowed inside. They’ve grown sick of having to open doors for me.” He sounded less concerned and more amused about this, so Jerrie spared himself the question about hurt feelings.

They played with Zsolt for a good hour, until the afternoon sun got the best of the two young tomcats and the young man, and they ended up a few feet behind the tree, splayed out in the grass.

Jerrie was sure that Tugger had flopped on top of him at least twice in the last half hour and was just about to complain, when the green door suddenly opened and the old woman reappeared, carrying a big pot. Zsolt immediately sprang to his feet and hurried inside, bringing a ladle, bowls and spoons and arranging them on the table.

The old woman dunked the ladle into the pot and poured something red and lumpy into the four bowls. Zsolt examined their paws, demanding that they wash them before lunch. He reminded Jerrie very much of Jellylorum in that moment.

When their washed paws had been appraised and okayed, the bowls were sat before them with flourish.

Tugger immediately stuck his entire head into the bowl, for once too enticed by the sweet smell to be his usual picky self, but Jerrie sniffed at the brew in the bowl, curious at the small lumps.

“It’s meggyleves. Cherry soup,” the old woman said, spooning some of it and holding it up to show him, devoid of the strange little lumps.

Jerrie’s pupils widened with intrigue. This was how humans ate cherries? How peculiar.

He carefully tested the temperature of his soup with a paw, one of the lumps sticking to his fur. He pulled his paw back and stared at it.

“That’s a semolina dumpling,” Zsolt said, blowing on the one on his spoon to cool it. “It’s good! Give it a try.”

Mungojerrie gave it a try, covertly blowing a little onto the surface of the thick liquid, then dipping his tongue in.

A myriad of flavours washed over his taste buds, and he gave a mew of rapture. In less than a second he as well looked like he had “harvested” a bird or two, submerged in his bowl almost up to his ears.

“We should come here more often,” he muffled through a mouth full of semolina, and Tugger, who made a vain attempt at removing the left-over soup staining the fur of his muzzle, nodded.

“Maybe they’ll let us inside, if you’re with me,” he said, his trademark grin almost unnoticeable under the red discolouration.

“If not, I’m perfectly fine outside,” Jerrie said happily, falling to his side, bowl licked completely clean.

The cherry tree leaves above rustled, whispering their stories to them.

Hours and three additional bowls full of meggyleves later, Mungojerrie left with a full belly, a fluffy nuisance of a tomcat boyfriend at his side, and an additional third name, spoken in tender Hungarian, gentle like the old, wrinkled fingers of a grandmother scratching at the base of his tail.

“Nagyi” means “grandma”, “kismacska” means “little cat”, and “szep” means “nice” (I don’t speak Hungarian beyond my dictionary - please tell me if I translated something wrong!!) In case someone reading this read “The Bicycle” as well: :) It had a good ending after all. And Demeter knows how to hold her own in a bicycle basket, don’t worry. She’s a professional. (Ten points to you, @not-gothicc, if you found my little easter egg! dfksjdkf) I really liked writing this, and I can’t wait to eat cherry soup again. Some very nice memories are connected with that, and I hope I could transfer that into the fic! And look at that, I made up even more humans that I want to keep XD I think I will end up keeping them, this story is however still a standalone. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

#cats the musical #mungojerrie #rum tum tugger #tuggerjerrie #namethat-i writes #namethat-i's catsiversary #so in the mood for some cherries now..

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mistocore · 2 years

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Hey do you um can when you uh, so do um… do you uh, do like um do you can could you d- so what if I asked if um, could like… cou- like could u maybe make like - like draw a picture? Like.. a pic like could u draw a uh a um. A picture of uh of um of uh like um could you um could

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