#And Merry Christmas!! 🎄🎅🌟

[pushing500]

Not sure why the game felt the need to notify me that Vasso and Socks were going skygazing together, but the heads-up was appreciated I suppose. I'm glad they're getting along after their rocky start.

Speaking of getting along, Bella appears to have adopted Dire Wolf as her baby sister and spends a lot of time playing with her. It's very sweet.

While it was originally Blackdragon doing most of the work with our vehicles, lately it has been Laursen rushing to take the mantle of colony mechanic whenever car stuff needs to be done. I think he's just showing off to his husband, but his enthusiasm is endearing no matter what ulterior motives there might be.

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[pangarina-angelin-a]

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

JIMI CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN.

PIC(S) INFO: Part 1 of 2 -- Spotlight on a photo-shoot of the late, great Jimi Hendrix of THE JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE, dressed up as Father Christmas in London, UK, promoting the band's then-newly released second studio full-length, "Axis: Bold As Love," c. Dec, 1967. 📸: Dezo Hoffman.

EXTRA INFO: A shot from this photo-session was later used for the December 23rd 1967 issue of the British musical publication, "Record Mirror."

OVERVIEW: "In 1967 Jimi Hendrix posed as jolly Old Saint Nick for the Record Mirror newspaper to promote his then new album, "Axis: Bold as Love." The cover date of that issue was December 23, 1967 and the video below was shot the night before on December 22nd, at one of the last truly “underground” events of the 60s held in London, the all-night “Christmas on Earth Continued” festival.

THE JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE headlined and the line-up included THE WHO, TRAFFIC, PINK FLOYD (Syd Barrett’s last gig with the group), ERIC BURDON and THE NEW ANIMALS, THE MOVE and SOFT MACHINE."

-- DANGEROUS MINDS, by Richard Metzger, published December 17, 2013

For Jimi and the rest of the Experience -- may God rest them all -- Sources: https://dangerousminds.net/comments/electric_xmasland_jimi_hendrix_dressed_as_santa_claus_19671.

[sweetness-pop]

I WISH YOU ALL A HAPPY HAPPY & MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS! ✨⭐🌟🎄🥛🍪🎅🦌🎁❄⛄💚🤍❤️

[ama-a93]

merry christmas :) 🎄🎅🌟

[axi-x1a]

Merry Christmas!! 🎅🎄🎁🌟

[daryltwdixon]

Merry Christmas, Daryl

Daryl x Reader Fluff

summary: On a quiet Christmas Eve in Alexandria, an unexpected moment under mistletoe brings you and Daryl closer in a way neither of you expected. slightly nerdy awkward reader

author's note: just something cute to wish you all a happy holiday 🎄✨🎁❄️☃️🎅🦌🌟

The faint hum of conversation and laughter fills the air, the low flicker of candles and strings of scavenged Christmas lights casting a warm glow across the house. Alexandria feels… different tonight. Almost like the world hasn’t ended. Like they’re all just neighbors, throwing a party to pass the time. You suppose it's what it's been like for them this whole time, but for you and your group...it was a nice reminder of what once was.

Maggie is laughing at something Glenn said, her eyes crinkling in a way you haven’t seen in months. Carl and Judith sit by the fire with Michonne, her arm draped protectively around the boy’s shoulders as she listens to his quiet chatter. Rick’s laugh carries over the rest of the noise, and for a moment, everything feels—normal.

Instead of joining in, you linger on the outskirts, nursing your drink. It’s not that you don’t feel welcome—you do, mostly. It’s just easier to watch, to soak in the warmth and pretend the ache of missing something you can’t quite name isn’t sitting heavy in your chest.

Your eyes wander, always searching no matter what room you're in—for him.

Daryl.

He stands near the door, half in shadow, nursing a beer with one hand while the other rests on his hip. He’s not watching anyone in particular, but his eyes scan the room like always, as if he’s looking for trouble—or maybe just a reason to leave. There’s something about the way he stands, so separate from everyone else, that pulls you in.

You’ve always told yourself it’s nothing, this feeling that tugs at you whenever he’s around. But it can't be nothing. Not with the way your heart picks up when he looks at you, the way you catch yourself stealing glances at him when you think he won’t notice. It’s the way he speaks—not much, but when he does, it’s rough and honest and somehow makes you feel safer than all the walls around Alexandria combined.

You take another sip, your fingers tightening slightly on the glass. You like him. You’ve liked him for months, but it’s not the kind of thing you can just admit—to yourself or to him. You’re not even sure he sees you that way. You’ve convinced yourself he doesn’t, because it’s easier than hoping for something you might not get.

Still, your feet move before you can stop them.

“You look like you’re having fun,” you tease as you approach, your voice light despite the nervous flutter in your chest.

He glances at you, his lips twitching in something that could almost be a smile. “Ain’t exactly my scene.”

You shrug, falling beside him to lean against the wall, “Not mine either, really. But it’s nice, right? Seeing everyone like this?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze shifting back to the room. After a moment, he nods. “Yeah. S’good for ‘em.”

The way he says it—quiet, almost like it’s a secret—makes your chest ache. You wonder if he ever lets himself have anything good, or if he always watches from the sidelines, thinking it’s enough just to see other people happy.

You study him for a long moment, taking in the slope of his shoulders, the way his thumb taps idly against the glass bottle. But with a shift of his shoulders, he's pushing off the wall.

“You heading out already?” you ask, trying to keep the disappointment from your voice.

“Think so,” he mutters. His voice is low, rough, but it doesn’t feel dismissive. If anything, it feels like an invitation—to follow, to keep talking, to… something.

Instead, you offer a soft smile. “Guess I’ll see you later, then.”

He dips his head in a nod, stepping away from the doorframe and into the chilly night.

The walk home is quiet, the air crisp and biting against your skin. You tuck your hands into your pockets, letting your breath mist in front of you as you replay the evening in your head.

You’re not sure why you feel so unsettled. It’s not like you expected him to stay. Daryl doesn’t do parties or crowds or small talk. That’s part of who he is, and it’s part of why you like him. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that you should have said more.

You spot him just beyond the houses, leaning against one of the bare trees that line the edge of the path. He’s looking up, his face tilted toward the branches, and for a moment, you just watch him, the way he always seems to watch everyone else.

“What are you doing out here?” you ask, your voice breaking the stillness.

He turns slightly, his gaze landing on you. “Could ask you the same.”

You step closer, following his gaze to the small sprig of green dangling from one of the lower branches. It takes a second to register, but when it does, your heart skips. Mistletoe.

A laugh escapes you, nervous and too loud in the quiet night. “Huh. Did you know mistletoe’s a parasite?”

His brow furrows, and you press on, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “I mean, technically a semi-parasite. It attaches to trees and, you know… kind of takes what it needs. Pretty romantic, right?”

He’s watching you now, his lips twitching like he’s trying not to smile. “You always talk this much?”

“Only when I’m nervous,” you blurt, and the words hang in the cold air, making your cheeks burn.

Daryl tilts his head slightly, his brow furrowing in that way he does when he’s trying to figure something out. You can feel your pulse quicken under his gaze, the weight of his attention making your tongue trip over itself. “It’s just… mistletoe. And, uh… you.”

As soon as the words are out, you wish you could take them back, your eyes darting anywhere but at him. The mistletoe, the ground, the shadow his boots make on the frost-bitten earth—anything to avoid the unreadable look you’re sure is on his face.

The silence stretches, thick enough to strangle you. You almost start rambling again, desperate to fill the gap, when he clears his throat.

“Mistletoe, huh?” he mutters, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile.

You glance up, startled, and your breath catches. He’s still watching you, but there’s something softer in his expression now, something almost shy. He shifts his weight, his thumb hooking into his belt loop, and the small, nervous movement sends a rush of affection through you.

“Well, yeah,” you say, the words spilling out faster now, your voice breathy. “I mean, technically it’s a semi-parasite. It grows on trees, kind of… leeching off them, but in a subtle way. You know, symbiotic. It’s not entirely—”

You stop abruptly when you realize he’s taken a small step closer. Your heart pounds against your ribs, and you’re suddenly very aware of how quiet it is, just the faint rustle of the wind through the trees and the sound of your own breathing.

He’s not much taller than you, but he feels bigger somehow, his presence grounding you even as it sends your thoughts scattering. Your eyes flick to the mistletoe above, then back to his, and you swear he notices because his gaze drops—briefly—to your lips before snapping back up.

“Y/N…” he says softly, his voice rough and hesitant, like suddenly the name tastes different on his tongue suddenly.

Your breath catches again, and before you can second-guess yourself, you both move. It’s awkward at first, both of you leaning in too fast, your noses brushing in a way that makes you stifle a nervous laugh. But then his hand comes up, rough and warm against your jaw, steadying you, and suddenly the world narrows to just this—just him.

His lips meet yours, tentative and soft at first, but the moment stretches, deepens, like neither of you wants to pull away. You lean into him, your hands finding his jacket, clutching at the worn fabric like you need it to keep steady.

Daryl kisses you like he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing but doesn’t want to stop. It’s clumsy and unpracticed, and it makes your chest ache because it feels so him. Honest. Earnest.

When you finally part, you’re both breathing harder than you should be, the air between you clouding with misted breaths. His hand lingers against your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin in a way that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice low.

You feel your lips curve into a smile, the warmth blooming in your chest spilling out into your words. “Merry Christmas, Daryl.”

[dangerousperfectionparadise]

Merry Christmas 🎄🎅🌟

Artist graphic by Juju0520 (Instagram)

[soyashi3173]

🎄🌟Merry Christmas Everyone with Wangxian 🎅🎁

(and Happy Birthday Allen Walker... I didn't have time to draw a picture especially for him this year, sniff 😢)

[thedottydiapercompany]

We would all like to wish you all a very Merry Christmas!🎅🤶🎄

You guys continue to keep this small little independent Diaper Company going, and the dream alive🌟

Which, to us, is magical and literally all we could ever ask for for Christmas✨️🎁🪄

Have a great day!!!!

[aurorangen]

🎅✨🌟 Wishing you all the joy and magic of the season! You make this community feel like home, and I’m so grateful for you. Merry Christmas! 🌟✨🎅

✨🎄To all my beautiful friends @perolesims @estah @simvanie @thebramblewood @changingplumbob @simscici @igglemouse @simmora @oasivy @matchalovertrait @caramellles @simplypxels @sharona-sims @evenifitshandcuffed @jessicastinks and to all my lovely mutuals and followers, thank you so much for making 2024 such an enjoyable year for me! I wish you all the very best for Christmas and I hope you have a good rest during the holidays 🎄✨

[bongo-thebear]

merry christmas 🎄🎄🎅🌟🌟🎁🎁🎁🎄🎄🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🎅🧝🧝🧝🧝🧝❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🎄🎄❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🎄🎄❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🎄🎄🎄❄️❄️❄️

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

JIMI CLAUS --SANTA HENDRIX -- IN B&W.

PIC(S) INFO: Part 2 of 2 -- Spotlight on a B&W photo-session featuring Jimi Hendrix dressed up as Jolly Old Saint Nick, in London, UK, on December 7, 1967, promoting the Experience's then newly released full-length "Axis Bold as Love" (released a week prior). 📸: Dezo Hoffman.

Sources: www.pinterest.com/pin/184999497166335933 (Pinterest 2x).

[kingofbodyrolls]

🎅🌟 Jingle all the way, folks! 🌟🎅

Just a little reminder that my 25 Days of Christmas Event kicks off in just a few hours! 🎄✨ Are you ready to dive into 25 days of festive stories, Christmas cheer, and probably way too much hot cocoa (for me, anyway)?

Here’s the deal: I’ll be serving up at least one tree-mendous story each day (yes, I guarantee tree content 🍃), possibly more if I manage to conquer my absolutely ridiculous holiday TBR list. Seriously, my list is so long Santa might need a second sleigh to haul it 😅📚

So, buckle up, grab your fuzzy socks, and prepare for a sleigh-load of holiday magic! 🎁 Will I keep up? Will I read all the things? Who knows—but it's going to be a merry little adventure either way 🎶

Stay tuned—see you in a few hours! 💌✨

[sixhours]

🎄 Christmas Glee 🎁

Thanks for the tag @burntheedges!

🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅

1. What's your favorite Christmas song?

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen / We Three Kings by Barenaked Ladies. Or, for anti-Christmas Christmas music, Blink 182's I Won't Be Home for Christmas. (Is my Xennial showing yet?)

2. What holiday movie do you have to watch during the season?

1970's Scrooge with Alfred Finney. My mom's love of musicals heavily influenced my childhood movie-watching habits, and I've seen this version of A Christmas Carol so many times.

3. Post a pic of your tree or any decor inside or out, doesn't even have to be from your *house. ☃️🎁 *Anything that has brought a smile to your face this holiday season that you feel comfortable posting.

The LEGO winter village is not up yet, but here's a little video from last year's setup (under the cut for flashing lights):

🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅🎄🎁🌟🎅

Tagging @sawymredfox @randomfoggytiger @evolnoomym @ace-turned-confused @ketchupchipsaregross and anyone else who wants to share, please do <3

[dynamitekansai]

maki_itoh: MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKES🎄🎁🎅🌟