#Christmas at the drive-in

[frontporchjunkie]

The Christmas movies to Great American pure flix to stream this month

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

You can't watch a drive in movie without a speaker.

[mail-me-a-snail]

TRUE BLU - CHAPTER ART ii.-v.

the complete collection of the weekly chapter art i did for my fic true blu ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ also, idk if it was obvious before this post, but...

...each piece that has red in it lines up with the next ^_^ if you somehow noticed this before i pointed it out, congrats! you get a billion funny monies

[xxplastic-cubexx]

personal happiness or what the fuck ever

bonus:

[theoldkyokodied]

posting all of these on the same day as i'm posting them on insta. as an early christmas treat. just for you :) imagine a little bow on all of this stuilly art, okay?

[flwrkid14]

The Batfamily’s Christmas List Tradition (and how Tim gets lost in it)

The Batfamily has a long-standing Christmas tradition: the List. With so many members in the family, it’s a necessity. Everyone writes down what they want (within reason, of course), and the list serves as the ultimate gift guide. It’s efficient, especially for such a big family, and it ensures no one ends up with seven pairs of socks or the same gadget twice.

Tim takes the list seriously. It’s his chance to ask for the small, thoughtful things he wouldn’t usually splurge on for himself. Things like:

New makeup brushes. His old ones are worn out and falling apart, and it’s not until he’s on a mission that requires cross-dressing that he realizes just how bad they’ve gotten. Having a new, high-quality set would make everything feel a little smoother—and maybe even a little fun.

Cozy hoodies. Between Wayne Enterprises business casual and his Robin gear, Tim rarely gets the chance to wear something soft and comforting. His favorite hoodies are all fraying at the edges, with loose threads on the pockets and fabric that’s stretched too thin. A fresh one would feel like a luxury.

A new game console. Tim is rarely ever not working, but on those rare days off, he realizes he doesn't have much to entertain him that's not work related, that doesn't require him to leave his nest. Plus, it’s a great way to connect with his siblings during low-stakes, playful nights.

Nice coffee cups or tumblers. His caffeine habits are legendary, but the chipped and mismatched mugs he uses don’t exactly scream "Tim Drake." A sleek, stylish tumbler or a high-quality ceramic mug would elevate the most important part of his day.

Random indulgences. Books, stationery, weighted blankets, maybe a nice figuring from his favorite movie, a cool gadget he wouldn’t think to buy himself—little things that spark joy and make him feel cared for, anything he knows his own parents would have never bought for him to help heal his inner child. He's never had the luxury of writing such lists before becoming a Wayne.

Tim doesn’t just take the list seriously for himself; he makes sure to go the extra mile for his family, too. He’s always had a knack for gift-giving, and he loves curating the perfect presents for his siblings. For Dick, it might be a rare vinyl of his favorite band. For Jason, an antique first-edition book he’d mentioned once in passing. For Damian, something handmade and unique, like a custom leather-bound sketchbook or a rare art supply. Tim remembers the little things—the throwaway comments, the subtle preferences—and builds his gifts around them, ensuring every box under the tree feels deeply personal.

But Christmas rolls around… and none of the thought Tim puts into his gifts is reflected in what he receives.

Instead, he gets tech. More tech. External hard drives, cables, chargers—things he already has backups for because, well, he’s Tim. He doesn’t need more, and he didn’t ask for more.

And the worst part? It’s not that they’re bad gifts. It’s that the family assumes they know him so well that they don’t even look at his list.

“Tim’s the tech guy,” they think. “Of course he’d want more tech.”

But he doesn’t.

He’s grateful, of course—Tim is always grateful—but there’s a hollowness that creeps in every year when he unwraps another stack of USB drives and ethernet cables. It’s not about the gifts themselves. It’s about the realization that the people he loves, the people who should know him best, don’t see him the way he wants to be seen.

In a way, it feels painfully familiar. Janet had always made sure his presents as a child reflected her vision for him, not what he actually wanted. New tailored suits instead of the hoodies or tees he longed for. Sleek, professional office stationery to replace his Robin-themed pens and notebooks. Vintage collectibles meant to sit on a shelf, collecting dust, instead of toys he could actually play with. The gifts always came with a message: who he should be, not who he was. And now, even with the bats, the gifts still feel like expectations—like they see him as "the tech guy" rather than Tim, with all his quiet wants and overlooked needs.

So, Tim starts dreading Christmas. Not because he doesn’t love his family or the season, but because it reminds him of how little they seem to notice the little things about him.

And maybe one year, he stops adding personal things to the list altogether. Maybe he starts asking for tech, just to avoid the disappointment.

But deep down, he wishes someone—anyone—would surprise him with a new hoodie, a weighted blanket, or a set of makeup brushes. Something that says, “I see you, Tim. I really see you.”

[forestgreenlesbian]

The Price of Salt, or Carol by Patricia Highsmith

[hijinxinprogress]

Does the JL know that YJ has just casually been beefing with darkseid??

imagine there’s a all hands on deck battle against darkseid and everyone is there but darkseid points out the nearest yj member (it’s probably Bart) like ‘you!!! You managed to escape with your lives last time but this meeting will be our last’ and for a split second Clark’s so fucking confused bc we haven’t fought in years wtf are you talking about then he hears ‘oh shit, look it’s Doug’ and everyone turns to see Bart nudging Kon going ‘he’s talking to you…damn he must still be mad about the coal’ and kons shoving him back bc ‘you were the one fucking around with his coal, you fucking walnut’ while Cassie’s being scruffed by wonder woman bc they’re trying to avoid being around when the jl finds out and tims having a very intense silent conversation lecture about why tf there’s at least half a dozen yj mission reports that mention an assailant named ‘Doug’ 

then Constantine shows up with Greta and everyone (including darkseid) starts yelling and if you don’t know her Greta seems like the one with the ownership of the braincell in yj (she is not but I guess she looks like it from a distance if you squint) which goes one of two ways:

retired-civilian!greta is giggling and waving excitedly to each member of yj along with hal before she practically tackles each of them in a tight hug while the titans, jl, & jl: dark lose their collective shit bc Constantine brought a tiny civilian dressed in pastel floral prints from head to toe into an active battle with fucking darkseid, a civilian who doesn’t register as a threat in any capacity until she makes eye contact with darkseid and gives him the most disgusted look imaginable “Doug… you look…well.” and then like three jl members have to stop her from leaping at darkseid while Hal’s like ‘no! No no, bad Greta! We don’t fight supervillains with…what is that?? I really fucking hope that’s not a gun…Is-is that fucking silly string?! Greta no we don’t silly string supervillains! We’ve talked about this!’

or

never-retired!/recently-out-of-retirement!greta who does the same thing but when she notices darkseid she rocks his shit in eight seconds flat and starts muttering about ‘that fucking Doug, always ruining my goddamn day’ and Hal is the first one to recover from the shock/confusion but only to tell Greta she’s grounded which gets another irritated ‘fucking doug!’ while Wally and Barry are losing it at Mach 6 while Bart tries to explain himself also at Mach 6, Cassie manages to catch Wally’s exasperated ‘where the fuck did you get Doug from?!’ And responds with ‘Apokolips’ in a tone that means they’re questioning his intelligence which leads to more screaming bc ‘so you knew who he was?? Why didn’t you come to us??’ and they all back up Kon when he claims they told Lex bc that means they have at least 3 hours of freedom while Lex is getting yelled at by the jl (and honestly every cape over 24)

[coolvintagecars]

Chevrolet Sport Coupe (1962)

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[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

This is the least Christmas themed town in Christmas movie small town history. The lawyer had to bring Christmas back to the town.

[randomtacoscry]

Icemav/Hangster Sister Edits ARE HERE

(this one's also pretty loud so put your device on like 2)

[cloverchimes]

CHRISTMAS! JUST A WEEK AWAY! 🎄

also hey chat clover is back and they have a new username (i was everdreemurr el oh el) hi guys!!!1!1 enjoy the rare clover fanart

i can't escape the noelle hyperfix.

[kanerallels]

Something that really got me about It's A Wonderful Life this time through is that the townsfolk were always going to help George. Mary had to ask them first, of course, but they weren't the ones that needed the message, who needed to change their hearts. Even before George saw what life would be like without him, they were collecting money and finding a way to help George Bailey, the man who had given them everything

They were always going to help him! Even before he knew how much he'd changed their lives, THEY already knew! It just. It hits different

[ovrour]

CRUISIN’ AFTER DARK. ─── Chris O. Sturniolo

#FEATURING . . . Chris Sturniolo, gf!reader

#SUMMARY . . . Excited about his new driver’s license, Chris asks Y/N to join him on a late-night drive. Under the stars, they share music, laughter, and quiet conversations, turning the spontaneous adventure into a cherished memory.

#CATEGORY . . . fluff!!!!

#WC . . . 0.7k

# SONG OF CHOICE . . . Cruisin’ to the park by Durand Jones and The Indications.

The summer evening air was warm and soft, filled with the faint scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. I was sprawled across my bed, idly flipping through a magazine, when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached over, squinting at the screen. It was a text from Chris.

sweet boy🤍: “Hi sweet girl, I Got my license today. Wanna go for a drive tonight?”

A grin spread across my face. Chris had been talking about this moment for months, counting down the days until he could finally drive on his own. I typed back quickly.

Me: “Congrats!! When should I be ready?”

sweet boy🤍: “I’ll pick you up at 10, sweet girl. Be ready to cruise.”

By the time 10 PM rolled around, I was waiting on my front porch, dressed in my favorite hoodie and a pair of jeans. The quiet hum of crickets was interrupted by the low purr of an engine. Chris’s car pulled up to the curb, its headlights cutting through the darkness. He rolled down the window, his boyish grin as bright as ever.

“Hop in, pretty girl,” he said, leaning over to unlock the door.

I slid into the passenger seat, immediately noticing the faint smell of new car leather and the little air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. Chris looked at me, his excitement barely contained. “Ready for an adventure, sweetheart?”

“Always,” I replied, buckling my seatbelt.

Chris navigated out of the neighborhood, his hands steady on the wheel. The streets were quiet, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. I watched him as he drove, noticing the way his jaw tightened with concentration and how his eyes flicked between the road and the mirrors. It was endearing to see how seriously he took it.

“So, where are we going?” I asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Chris smirked. “You’ll see. Trust me, darling.”

We cruised through the town, past familiar landmarks that looked different under the veil of night. The world felt quieter, like it belonged only to us. After about twenty minutes, Chris turned onto a winding country road, the asphalt giving way to gravel. He rolled down the windows, and the cool night breeze rushed in, carrying with it the smell of wildflowers and dew.

“This is so nice, baby ,” I said, letting my hand float on the air outside the window.

“Just wait, sweet girl,” Chris said, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Finally, he pulled the car over at the top of a small hill and killed the engine. The sudden quiet was almost startling. Chris got out of the car and walked around to open my door. “C’mon, I want to show you something, angel.”

I followed him to the front of the car, where we leaned against the hood. The view was breathtaking. Below us stretched a wide-open field, illuminated by the pale light of the moon. The stars above were impossibly bright, scattered across the sky like diamonds on black velvet.

“Wow,” I breathed, staring up at the sky. “It’s beautiful.”

Chris turned to look at me, his expression soft. “I wanted to make tonight special, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else I’d rather share it with.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “You’re such a sap, Chris,” I teased, but my voice was gentle.

Chris laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe. But it’s true, sweetheart.”

We stood there for a while, talking about everything and nothing, the world around us fading into the background. The night felt infinite, as if it stretched on just for us. When the chill started to creep in, Chris offered me his jacket, draping it over my shoulders like a knight offering his armor.

Eventually, we climbed back into the car, the drive back filled with laughter and the hum of the radio playing softly in the background. As we pulled up to my house, Chris turned to me, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight, angel,” he said. “It meant a lot.”

I smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Anytime, sweet boy. Congrats again on your license. Tonight was perfect.”

As I walked up to my door, I turned back to see him watching me, his grin still firmly in place. I waved, and he waved back before driving off into the night. The stars seemed a little brighter as I slipped inside, my heart full and my mind replaying the night’s events. It was a drive I knew I’d never forget.

© ovrour

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