#Christmas essentials

[dannyphannypack]

college is supposed to be a new start for danny: one in which his “work” life and personal life stay strictly separate. but when danny moves into his new gotham university dorm for the upcoming semester, his hopes are dashed. gotham is overflowing with lost souls, and they won’t leave him alone long enough for him to finish his damn physics homework.

when mr. and mrs. wayne offer him refuge in their old study, danny thinks he’d be stupid not to take it. he wasn’t expecting their house to still be inhabited, but whatever. he can blend into the background. he’ll do anything for some peace and quiet.

now if only he can convince martha to stop trying to out him to the rest of the family.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

he wants 2 make sure genya never stops believing

[egophiliac]

Waittt, what did you mean with your last post?? I don't want to spoil myself so I'm waiting for the nightmare before christmas event to arrive on the eng server before diving deep into the wiki. But I HAVE to know; were there hints of Lilia joining in for a rerun or a sequel ??? Your big "OR IS IT???" filled me with way too much hope !! please tell me it wasn't a bit : (

there was a little teaser at the end that implied there'll be a sequel event, though we don't really know anything beyond that! I do think it's likely we'll get the other half of the cast in it, even if it's just wishful thinking on my part. 🤞🤞 NIGHTMARE SUITS FOR EVERYONE!!!!

as far as I know there's been no confirmation on whether it's going to be next year's Halloween event or a separate thing (the snow makes me think it'll be more Christmas-themed, or otherwise more related to the plot of the original movie) so. we're probably going to have to wait quite a while before we find out anything solid. :') they really do love just dropping these things on us and then watching us go absolutely wild with speculation while they watch like

[chiropteracupola]

if you really think about it, sharpe's enemy is a christmas movie.

[kitnita]

jason robertson postgame   —   DAL vs CHI   —  12.29.24

[how do you feel about your individual game lately? seems like you might’ve been trending in the right direction — how do you feel like you’ve been playing recently?] yeah, i think, um … i mean, i think december’s been trending in the right way. um, definitely feeling better, feeling better. um — thirty-five games in … you wanna try to get on a roll here. and what’s exciting is we have a whole new year coming soon, so. um, yeah, i can move on and try to build off of it and get excited for the new year.  [what’s the process been like coming back from the surgery? it’s something you’ve never had to do before, right?] yeah, i mean (brief unintelligible mumble) it’s been, you know, five — i don’t know, five months since the surgery, so, it’s been a long time, but, i mean (shrugs) still, without an off-season it’s definitely (laughs) definitely — still, you still don’t feel great without an off-season, and trying to adapt, and then you’re trying to play catch-up, and then you’re trying to forget about the catching up, and try to focus on a new page, so — i’m happy that december’s been trending in the right direction, and i’ll try to turn the page going into the new year.

[ethanscrocs]

Please don't forget A Muppet Family Christmas in your Xmas watches this year! A Muppet Christmas Carol gets a lot of hype, but this is my personal favorite Muppet Christmas special. It's around 45 minutes long, it's charming and sweet, it includes a crossover with Fraggle Rock and Sesame Street, and there's a special cameo at the end! ❤️

[wantonglances]

*based on the experiences of myself & my friends during the height of emo culture in the USA. list isn't completely inclusive due to limited poll space/personal experience.

[starry-bi-sky]

i made a rough timeline for the clone^2 au, just for my own convenience sake when dating things. some things might be out of order from the episode date, and thats also for my convenience.

September 3rd: Danny, age 14, has the accident in the lab that turns him liminal

September 10th: Danny is discharged from the hospital and given two weeks leave from school

September 24th: his sick leave ends, and Danny returns to school

October 14th: Danny sneaks into his parents' basement and releases the ghosts they have trapped in cages. Official birth of the vigilante, Phantom

November 27th: Danny fights Pariah Dark, and wins

December 24th: the Ghost Writer torments Danny

February 12th: Danny's 15th birthday

March 3rd: its been six months since Danny's accident

March 7th: Danny fights his evil future self

May 8th: Danny meets Ellie [age 15] and they become twins

December 14th: Danny finds out from his parents that he's a clone

February 12th: Danny's 16th birthday

Early-Mid April: Danny meets Damian [age 6] :)

Mid-Late April: Damian runs off for the first time, damages Danny's hands the first time

May: Damian runs off two more times in the span of three weeks, he damages Danny's hands both times.

Early June: Damian runs off one more time, damages Danny's hands again, resulting in permanent nerve damage.

Mid-Late June: Damian finally gives up on the League coming to get him and joins the Fenton Family.

July: Damian finally coaxes Danny into letting him come along with him on patrol: Wraith is born.

[afaroffsong]

I read a book in two days which is a record for me, and I have like 20 more books stacked on my bed that I want to read before I have to go back to work. But I know I’ll only manage 2 or 3.

[tippenfunkaport]

something something, visited by three spirits that push you to reinvent yourself

and meanwhile, the three mother-type figures in Adora's life were all key to her to figuring out what she really wanted and who she wanted to be but literally...

Light Hope "died" trying to right a wrong from the PAST

Queen Angella died trying to preserve Adora's PRESENT

and Shadow Weaver died to give Adora a chance at a FUTURE

[queerbrainrot]

love Baldur's Gate 3 but will never forgive Larian Studios for getting rid of Upper City and fucking over Wyll & Karlach in the worst way

[i-am-become-a-name]

08/12/2024 - Christmas

After his first Christmas on the KS-159 had gone so successfully - excluding, of course,  several students being tortured by the apparitions of a recently dead companion - Braxiatel had put a vague note in his future diary to carry out the same ritual the next year, for the benefit of the students and staff. Perhaps even tie in some of the other cultures from other planets to appeal to their rapidly diversifying population. The building work and final landscaping would be completed by then too, allowing for the festivities to spread out further. The Christmas crackers though, he would dispense with. It had simply been too excruciating considering having to offer them to others again the next year. Bernice would simply have to like it or lump it. Or he could arrange a suitably distracting need for an archaeologist on some holiday planet she would enjoy.  Which made it all the more suspicious when this Christmas came around, she had decided to stick around. 

The puddings had been cooked to high standards of historical accuracy under the sharp eye of Ms Jones, and Mister Crofton had begrudgingly cultivated the holly needed for decorations. He had even heard mutterings of a student having had burst into tears at a particularly sarcastic response from Bernice, thus fulfilling the rather concerning criteria of the prophetic song from the 21st century that it was not Christmas until somebody cried. And that he really must talk to her about her lecturing practices if they were reducing students to tears unrelated to boredom. But that was for later, and he cast a proprietary eye over the neatly laid out tables, the swags of tinsel that hung in mathematically precise distances along the walls, and the focal point of the tree, decorated in a carefully crafted and planned impression of chaos. He even had supplied a table that contained wearable decorations, including those infernal paper crowns but without the risk of the sharp explosives or flying debris of trinkets and those abominable masquerades of jokes. 

As the room filled up, the noise level rose as the levels of the wine bottles decreased, and people began to unwind enough to not feel embarrassment at wearing headbands adorned with bells, or facsimiles of animal antlers. They had left the curtains open, to emphasise the warmth of the room as snow still softly fell outside, and the effect was a pleasing tableau of Christmasses as depicted in surviving literature and media. By the time Bernice had found him, dressed in something that sparkled in even the lowered lighting, she was pink cheeked and a paper hat sat at an improbable angle over one ear. He had deemed the evening a success, having persuaded several somewhat inebriated eminent scholars in their fields to sign on for a period of sorting out antiquities into coherent exhibitions. He smiled genially at Bernice over his glass of wine (not one of the ones he had put out on the tables, but nor one of his best that would be better appreciated over an old book), pleased to see her happiness at a time of year she claimed to loathe. Admittedly, the first attempt had not been entirely favourable to her, but this year he had carefully monitored events around her to try and mitigate possible disastrous scenarios.

“Great party,” she hollered in his ear, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him down to her level. He contained a wince at the volume, and the sudden shock of contact that most people did not dare to presume. 

“Thank you, Bernice,” he replied at a more reasonable level, and resolved to find a caretaker to make sure she made it back to her rooms safely after the event. But there was something in her eyes as he stood up, gently sliding out from under her arm and checking his wine had not spilt at the unexpected change of angle, that spoke not of over-inebriation, but instead of a mischievousness  that he had not seen in a long time. The short-lived mystery was solved when she reached into her dress (and his eyes slid away, because there was some things about ones friends that one really did not need to see again) and, when he had the fortitude to look back, had a red hat with a white trim in her hand. She was already wearing her crown, with as much dignity as if it was real, so her intentions-

“No,” he said firmly. Really, there were limits to this, and his sartorial sensibilities would not permit this. 

“Go on,” she cajoled, waving the hat at him. “Setting this all up, you’re the closest thing we have to Santa here. Think of how much it will cheer everyone up.”

He looked around, and raised a single eyebrow. There didn’t seem to be a lack of cheer evident, and Bernice abandoned that road for what she had clearly kept as a sure thing. 

“Think of the accuracy, Brax. It’s all part of the authentic recreation.” 

He was not one for cursing, but damn. The corners of her mouth turned up, and he suspected it was with the certainty of a battle won. He cast his eyes to the perfectly moulded ceiling, then bowed his head in defeat, allowing her the honours. It had a bell, he noticed distastefully, as he lifted his now heavier head, Bernice lit up as much as the tree. 

“Least jolly Santa I’ve ever seen,” she teased, and he mock scowled at her, promising himself another fortifying glass of wine after this as a shield against irrepressible archaeologists. Not that he had one elsewhere on the Braxiatel Collection that was quite so- irrepressible. 

“Cheer up, Braxiatel,” and he wasn't expecting the arm again, pulling him down to leave a firm kiss on his cheekbone. He felt the sudden itch of being watched, and flitted his gaze around before he found the camera, wielded by one of Bernice's students. He allowed a long suffering expression across his face, an allowance of the things he would put up with from Bernice to be recorded for posterity, and he knew she would be grinning, lipstick the same colour as the impression left on his cheek. The bell tinkled, and he closed his eyes. 

“Good evening, Bernice,” he said firmly, drawing himself back up to a safe height, and holding his glass up as defence. She just grinned and flitted off to one of the young scholars he had been talking to earlier, a fresh whiskey appearing somehow in her hand between here and there. He wiped the evidence of his cheek with the linen handkerchief he kept for such situations, less rare than they had once been, and began to circulate the room again, ridiculous hat in place.

People were more inclined to smile at him like this, and perhaps she had been wise in making him more … palatable for the evening. The giggling he could do without, he had hoped he would be able to carry this off with as much dignity as he had other unfortunate situations. That was until someone else bent close, lips pursed and he took an instinctive step back, a coldness washing down over his face and freezing the person in their tracks. 

The giggling. The attempted kiss. The mischievous look to Bernice. He glanced over at the window, become a mirror as the outside had darkened. There was a cluster of berries on his hat, inelegant leaves that had not been there when Bernice had held it up to him.  Viscum album. He breathed deeply in preparation, and swept the hat off his head, uncaring of how it disarranged his hair. 

“PROFESSOR BERNICE SUMMERFIELD!” 

[autistic-barbie]

Did I tell you guys I got a gay Moomins shirt for Christmas?

[handmemyshovel]

how much aura did i lose for putting a stray kids album on my christmas wishlist and also bras

youre going to hell for that one. but that's when you die. no aura was withdrewed for that

[tomwambsgans]

ngl with the christmas romcom tomgreg fic i'm writing i feel like i'm seriously cooking as far as original stories go. like i COULD be crafting a script for the best gay christmas romcom of our time and instead i'm confining it to tom and greg <3

[gimlilithegreat]

If it doesn't go away hit it with a hammer by Gimlili

Chapter 1 of my follow up to Don't think about it and it will go away on its own is finally up! Only a year late so I figure I'm doing okay!