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TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS EVE!!!

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screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to

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I WILL make you take care of yourselves; if I have to put it on old man tits, so be it.

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You took away my friend

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Christmas time means another brutal game of monopoly with my siblings that I never win

Hope you had a good day today :)

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sincerely, these goobers

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it mcgucket monday (da WHOLE family here‼️)

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he forgor

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FIDDLEFORD!!!!!! FRIDAY!!!!!!

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glad to hear this scene is driving EVERYONE insane and not just me! 👍

great fic by @stump-not-found; great outfit by @stemmmm

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thank you ford "go choke on glass" pines for your service. i'll let you get back to filing that interdimensional restraining order now

bonus:

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ford/fiddleford/fordfiddleford sketch dump

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12 Days of Christmas

Gloves

Day 6 - present

Gravity Falls - Ford Pines, referenced Fiddleford H. McGucket

Warnings: small mentions of blood

Word Count: 195

Ford slipped the gloves onto his hands, grimacing as the material brushed his injured knuckles. He didn’t have a choice. He had to hide the gruesome bloody knuckles that bill had inflicted on him, even if there was a chance he would bleed through the knitting.

The gloves Fiddleford had knitted for him. Fiddleford who was gone. Left him.

He deserved it. He realized that now. He should have listened to his friend. But no. He just had to be stubborn. And now look at him; trembling from lack of sleep, in misery, paranoid, desperate. Part of him longed to go search for his lab partner, beg for him to return, beg for help. But he’s dug himself too deep. He can’t subject Fiddleford to the predicament he’s gotten himself in. Fiddleford knew when to run and Ford couldn’t blame him for that.

It didn’t take long for a few spots of blood to appear on the gloves. It made Ford’s stomach twist. Fiddleford had spent the time to hand knit these for him and here he was ruining them. Oh well. He didn’t have time to think about this. He had work to do.

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12 Days of Christmas

Cookies

Day 5 - cookies, “That definitely looks… interesting?”, “That is exactly why you want a high-quality fire extinguisher right in the kitchen.” —The Santa Clause

Voltron: Legendary Defender - Lance & Hunk

Warnings: very brief implied vomit

Word Count: 433

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61463203

Lance was determined to make cookies for the team.

Hunk was always thoughtfully baking and cooking for them, so he wanted to do something in return.

The only problem was.. ..he wasn’t very good at baking.

There were some family recipes that he could cook back home, but baking was never his forte. And especially without a recipe. But he was determined to try!

During some down time, when he had ensured Hunk was busy, Lance snuck down to the communal kitchen.

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Turns out doing anything but baking for over a year wasn’t very good for your skills.

It was astounding how many things could wrong in a batch of cookies.

He had mixed what he thought matched the general ingredients of cookies and put the dough in balls on a pan. He slipped the pan into an oven-like thing that he assumed would work and fiddled with the knobs until he thought it was on. While they were baking, he washed the dishes he dirtied before slipping off for just a minute to use the bathroom. When he returned, the kitchen was filled with the sent of something burning. He rushed over to the oven(?) and pulled out the pan. Before he even had time to set it down, Coran and Hunk peered into the doorway.

“Is everything alright in here? The castle said there was smoke,” Coran said. Lance froze, burnt cookies in hand.

“Lance? Were you trying to cook something?” Hunk asked. Lance looked down at the trey to see how bad the damage was.

They were an abomination.

The cookies were burnt all over and for some reason had turned yellow instead of tan?? They bubbled up at him and he set the pan on a counter with a sigh, face palming.

“Lance?” Hunk entered the room and went to his side, staring down at the baking monstrosity in front of him. “That definitely looks… interesting? What were you trying to make?”

“Cookies.” Came the despondent reply. Hunk looked between the burnt crisps and Lance.

“Cookies?” Lance nodded. Hunk started to giggle and Lance found himself laughing too. Neither of them could stop and they kept laughing until their stomachs hurt and they were gasping for air.

“Those are..” Hunk gasped, “the worst cookies I have ever seen.”

“I know,” Lance laughed. Before Hunk could stop him, Lance grabbed a cookie and took a bite. It crunched loudly under his teeth and Hunk gasped at him, watched him with wide eyes. Lance chewed and..

Gagged. He ran out of the room for the nearest bathroom, Hunk cackling behind him.

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settling is the sign of a dying man