#Christmas retreat

[starlightsuffered]

Christmas Retreat (p1)

Info - shy reader, reader with curly thick hair, British reader, mention of cigars and ass

I was so happy to finally get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. I couldn’t believe I’d been fortunate enough to win a several week, all expenses paid vacation to a small winter resort.

I was ready to get away from the feelings the holidays brought up. I’d let my family know I was taking this amazing opportunity and would be almost completely disconnecting. I promised my mum would get a postcard but that was about it.

I didn’t know how much service I would get anyway, but I liked that I wouldn’t feel too pressed to check in.

I needed this break from real life. I imagined the point of this free gift was an advertising mechanism. Let people stay for free and test all their amenities, then blast the reviews everywhere for business.

I hadn’t expected to win, but I’d been walking home from work one day and the small resort had looked so cozy it made my heart ache. On a whim I’d signed up. I was alerted a month later that I had been selected. It was the sort of thing that did not happen to me.

On the train ride I listened to Hozier and watched the scenery. We were going far into the country. The snow was getting deeper and building more scarce. Finally, we were at the adorable cottage looking resort.

I was bundled off the train and made the trek to the door of the place. I lifted my hand awkwardly and knocked.

An older woman with bleach blonde hair and very few wrinkles though I was sure she was older than fifty, opened the door. She was beaming at me immediately.

“Come in, come in!” She said cheerily. I could already tell she was one of those people who was happy all the time. This would be a bit taxing.

“Ur thank you,” I nodded. I made my way into the warm room. Everything was red and gold and white. It all looked so warm and nice. I couldn’t believe how similar to the pictures it was.

“You can call me Margret,” the cheery lady explained. She was listing things off at a rapid pace that I truthfully wasnt paying attention to.

Many people were already here. I guessed they were the other winners. A very tall older gentleman with deep frown lines was the closest to me. Two women with dark hair were holding hands and whispering. In fact, many of these people seemed to be couples. I counted at least five pairs I assumed were together. Among the singles was a woman with a great ass and cranberry coloured lips. There was a very anxious looking older woman who made me think of a grandmother.

“Y/n, we’re so glad you’re here, come come over to the couches,” Margret said. She took my arm in a surprisingly tough grip. She shoved me down beside the older gentleman. He smelled like dust and cigars.

“Welcome all, I know a few people are in the kitchen making some tea -“ Margret began. I realised suddenly that she was American. I was curious why an American was running this but I wanted to listen to the instructions this time.

“Anyway, I’m sure you’re all super excited for this break. Lovely, lovely weeks away from the hustle and bustle of real life and into a winter wonderland.”

Margret actually clapped and jumped up and down. I was a bit turned off by the over the top enthusiasm. However, it seemed genuine and not faked.

“Now, before we begin our first activity, I’d love for everyone to please mingle and meet,” she exclaimed. That seemed to be our signal. People were getting up and talking. They shook hands and smiled and did many things I didn’t want to do.

I hopped up and made my way to the corner of the room. I got out my phone and pretended I was being very busy. I desperate wanted to put in my AirPods so no one would approach me.

“Hey,” said a deep voice. I looked up and nearly tripped. The most gorgeous man I’d ever seen was standing in front of me.

“I’m Timothée,” he said with a crooked smile. His hand was outstretched. I almost wanted to look behind me to see if he were talking to someone else; but I was against a wall.

He was somewhat tall, and he had gorgeous flawless skin. His baggy sweater didn’t hide his slender figure. His hair was curly like mine and his eyes were soft and green. He looked like a prince. His jaw was strong and he was just the definition of handsome.

“Y/n,” I stuttered. I took his hand. I felt something jolt inside me as he shook it. My heart and mind were racing.

“What brings you here?” He asked. He lifted a tea cup that had candy canes on him. I wanted to lick the rim where his lips had touched.

“I w-won a contest,” I said.

“Oh nice, I paid,” he chuckled. “It looked cozy and I was happy to get away from things.”

“Me too,” I agreed. I couldn’t believe he was talking to me. As I looked around to see his other options. The girl with the nice ass was checking out the back of Timothee. He must have a nice ass too. I wanted to look now.

“You’ve got a lot of hair, bet it keeps you warm in this weather,” Timothée chuckled. I was beet red now. I did have very thick and long hair.

“Kinda,” I said awkwardly.

“You seem interesting though, you’ve got a good vibe,” he nodded to himself. He quirked his head to the side and his eyes ran up and down me. I wanted to shrink into myself or blend into the wallpaper.

“We’re like the same age and both here alone. We should hang out. It’d be nice to not be strangers with everyone.”

I was too in shock to answer before Margret trilled out an order to finish up. She gathered us all near the fire place. I was hot enough as it was when Timothee chose to stand next to me.

“As you can see we have some LOVELY trees here,” Margret pointed to some evergreens. “We are going to have teams and have a tree decorating contest for a prize!”

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker

[arc-hus]

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[oldfarmhouse]

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗪𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁?

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[blue-banditt]

Ok I don't think it's unreasonable to refuse to visit my parents if they're not going to hang out with me,, right?? RIGHT?? Like I shouldn't be expected to drive 2 hours there and back to sit around their house and beg like a damn puppy for crumbs of their attention like I did when I was a kid, especially when I have a whole ass apartment and cat and schoolwork to take care of at home.

"am I going to see you this weekend?"

"I wasn't planning on it. I can fit it in if I'm not just going to be sitting around your house all day though"

"I'm not going to entertain you!! 😝"

Ok well, I'm a guest now since you turned my old bedroom into your hoarding closet I mean sewing den mb,,. idk sounds like bad host manners to me. 🤷

[adhd-merlin]

obviously there will be some tension between tom and mo for a while given mo fucked his wife but I like to think tom would get along with gal. at some point around christmas they all meet for a "family" dinner organised by gwen because she wants to see her granddaughter and she doesn't give a shit if its gonna be awkward. the vibes are extremely off because arthur is there, and again. mo fucked tom's wife. but at some point after dinner mo and jude are with the kids, cooing at their daughter. arthur is giving an oscar-worthy performance in the role of the ex-husband who is Completely Over It while helping gwen clear the table. tom and gal are making polite small talk in the living room and tom asks gal about their work. somehow gal ends up talking about how they hacked the home office database at sixteen and tom is genuinely impressed. then gal asks tom about his job and he's like "oh I'm an accountant". gal's like "i see. do you enjoy it?" and tom's like "I wouldn't say that, no." then it's awkward again. but later when they're going home gal turns to mo and says "you know, I like tom. he's cool". and unbeknown to them tom is turning to jude while driving to tell her "interesting character that gal. did you know they hacked the home office"

[ratchet9cooper]

The National film registry is announcing this years additions in the next couple days, so i wanted to share what my 50 votes were this year.

300 (Zach Snyder, 2007)

AFL-NFL World Championship Game-with ads (1963)

Akira (Katsuhiro Ôtomo, 1988)

Aladdin (Ron Clements and John Musker 1992)

Batman (Tim Burton, 1989)

Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure (Stephen Herek, 1989)

The Birdcage (Mike Nichols,1996)

Captain America: The First Avenger (Joe Johnston, 2011)

A Charlie Brown Christmas (Bill Melendez, 1965)

A Christmas Carol (Edwin L. Marin, 1938)

Couples Retreat (Peter Billingsley, 2009)

The Evil Dead (Sam Raimi, 1981)

A Few Good Men (Rob Reiner, 1992)

Fiddler on the Roof (Norman Jewison, 1971)

Finding Nemo (Andrew Stanton and Lee Unkrich. 2003)

The Fugitive (Andrew Davis, 1993)

Godzilla (Ishirô Honda, 1954)

The Good the Bad and the Ugly (Sergio Leone, 1967)

The Great Escape (John Sturges, 1963)

The Green Mile (Frank Darabont, 1999)

Happy Gilmore (Dennis Dugan, 1996)

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Chris Columbus, 2001)

Harvey (Henry Koster, 1950)

How to Train your Dragon (Dean DeBlois and Chris Sanders, 2010)

The Hunting trilogy-Looney Tunes (Rabbit Fire, Rabbit Seasoning, Duck! Rabbit, Duck!)

The Incredibles (Brad Bird, 2004)

John Wick (Chad Stahelski, 2014)

Kung Fu Panda (Mark Osborne and John Stevenson, 2008)

Lethal Weapon (Richard Donner, 1987)

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (Peter Jackson, 2002)

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (John Lounsbery, Wolfgang Reitherman, and Ben Sharpsteen, 1977)

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones,1975)

Metropolis (Fritz Lang, 1927)

My Big Fat Greek Wedding (Joel Zwick, 2002)

My Cousin Vinny (Jonathan Lynn, 1992)

Mulan (Tony Bancroft and Barry Cook, 1998)

The Nativity Story (Catherine Hardwicke, 2006)

The Parent Trap (David Swift, 1961)

The Passion of the Christ (Mel Gibson, 2004)

Phantasm (Don Cascorelli, 1979)

The Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl (Gore Verbinski, 2003)

RED (Robert Schwentke, 2010)

Spider-Man (Sam Raimi, 2002)

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (Adam McKay, 2006)

The Truman Show (Peter Weir, 1998)

Unbreakable (M. Night Shyamalan, 2000)

The Usual Suspects (Bryan SInger, 1995)

War games (John Badham, 1983)

While You Were Sleeping (Jon Turteltaub, 1995)

You Can’t Take it With You (Frank Capra, 1938)

[stars-and-branches]

Nothing makes me feel like I'm in a regency novel (derogatory) quite like family dinners. Especially around the holidays

[ayyponine]

Sister coming back to this side of the Atlantic fr three weeks near the end of this month all i can say is lol eww omg ewwww and also booo tomatoees

[queenlucythevaliant]

Tomorrow I embark on this year's Annual Firework Acquisition Adventure. Genuinely one of my favorite events of the year I love it so much 🎆🎇

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also upon having rewatched the pre 3.0 bmc bwaycon panel i sort of also fully processed like mike rosengarten having said that when their bway run was announced to those involved he was really taken out when will was like "we all get to do christmas" re: the timing allowing for the extravaganza; now putting two and two together about Just how spontaneous that [baby please come home Christmas!!] realization & remark was given that in will's own words upon this occasion he wept like a child at first amongst everyone & then continued from within the setpiece bathtub while calling his mom, and i cannot imagine there was some interlude there of pulling back at all to check & reflect on calendars. real [shatters + the christmas extravaganza.... + this devastates nearby guitarists] moments

[starlightsuffered]

Christmas Retreat (p3)

Info - British reader, shy reader, jealousy, bi reader, lust, mention of masturbation

It had been difficult to sleep in a new bed, as comfortable as I’d been. I’d taken a bath and I’d sprayed my lavender. However, images of Timothée kept popping into my head. I couldn’t believe I’d developed a crush on day one of my vacation.

Eventually I’d decided to masturbate. I knew no other way to get myself sleepy. I pulled up some porn, hoping this place couldn’t see what I searched. The whole time I touched myself I tried very hard not to think of Timothée. I felt like it would be a violation to touch to him after only just meeting him.

I’d finally fallen into a heavy sleep. I’d awoken groggy and disoriented. I knew the kitchen had coffee. I dragged myself up, throwing on clothes. I was in such a stupor I didn’t think about who may see me.

I walked out to the kitchen, in desperate need for caffine. Perhaps I’d read by the crackling fire. Maybe I’d take a walk. The world was really my oyster even if I felt completely drained.

I stopped dead in my tracks. There he was, skin glowing, low slung pajama bottoms, and whistling. He was topless and his wavy hair was adorably mussed. Timothée was making something that required a lot of hand work and I was mesmerised. He seemed to be focused.

“Oh come in, sorry if I’m a bother,” he said casually as he looked up. As if he hadn’t just knocked me off my feet, as if I could speak, as if-

“Wanna help me make the cookies?” He asked. I clued in suddenly. He was using the mix we’d been given.

“I-“

“Thought I’d make a good impression by making cookies for the house,” Timothée said.

“Coffee,” was all I could stutter.

“Aw, you don’t wanna help me?” He asked.

“M-me cook with you?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Timothée said, and looked down. For once he didn’t seem confident, he seemed awkward. “I thought you were nice. Hoped I’d make a friend or two here.”

“I’ll help!” I nearly burst out. I was rushing to his side. If this sexy man wanted me as a friend. I was here.

“Could you hand me the eggs?” He asked. I nearly dropped the carton as I scrambled to give him what he wanted.

“Hey, if this makes you nervous, you don’t have to help-“

“No, no, I’m fine, just worried about your chest,” I said lamely.

“My chest?” He asked.

“You could get burned,” I murmured.

“Oh yeah,” he agreed. He grabbed a shirt from seemingly no where. He threw it on and I cursed myself internally. Why had I said anything? Now I couldn’t see his gorgeous body.

However, now that Timothée’s torso was covered, I did feel less nervous. He asked me for ingredients and I passed them over. We made a good team and started up an easy rhythm.

“Press this button,” he requested. I did as he said. The mixer began to stir the ingredients together.

“So, you have trouble sleeping last night?” Timothée asked me.

“Yes? How did you…. How did you know?” I asked him.

Timothée stepped closer to me. My breath caught in my chest. I felt shaky as he got nearer and nearer. I gulped when he stopped. We weren’t even a foot apart. He lifted a perfect hand. He gently ran the pad of his thumb under my right eye.

“You just look a little tired,” he whispered.

“My eyes are always tired looking,” I said awkwardly.

“They’re sweet, I like your eyes,” Timothée said with a crooked smile.

“Nah, I’m ugly,” I scoffed. I didn’t know how a man with the gorgeous eyes he had could be complimenting mine.

His face fell. He almost looked a bit angry.

“Hey-“ Timothée began.

“What smells so delicious!” Crooned a female voice. Meredith walked in a very revealing nightgown. I didn’t shame women for what they chose to wear, normally, I’d likely be turned on; right now, I hated her. She sauntered over with more confidence than I’d ever have. She turned off the mixer and dipped a manicured finger inside the mix.

I loved hands, and I was definitely attracted to women as well as men, but I found this display distasteful.

Meredith stuck her finger in her mouth and moaned as she tasted the batter. She let her eyes flutter open and smirked at Timothée.

“Wow, you’re an amazing cook, I just can’t even describe how this batter tastes,” she simpered.

“I gotta go,” I muttered, knowing I would NOT be missed. I felt angry and stupid. I returned to my room and grabbed a book I’d packed.

I don’t know why I had even gotten my hopes up. Timothée was way too good for me.

I tried to lull myself into a comfortable reading rhythm. The book was interesting. However, I couldn’t get the melancholy off my heart. This trip was supposed to be a reprieve from all this woe is me.

I slammed my book shut. I couldn’t focus on this. I decided I’d play some shipping forcast I’d downloaded before I’d left London, and I’d take a bath.

My body sunk happily into the warm water. I wish I’d thought to bring some sort of bath fizz, but alas. I closed my eyes and imagined I was sailing on the sea.

It seemed I’d fallen asleep, probably due to the poor rest the night before. The water was cold and I heard a banging on my door. Cursing, I scampered out and let the drain out. I hurried to grab a towel.

The knocking wasn’t stopping for some reason. I didn’t know if it was urgent so I was forced to grab my robe. I was torn between the dip in confidence someone else seeing me in this would give me, and the desire to not be rude by not answering.

I opted to open the door a crack and pray maybe it was just a cleaning service who I could ask to come back later. I ran a tanned hand through my hair and inched open my door.

“Y/n?” Timothée asked in a slightly concerned voice.

“Just a moment!” I nearly squeaked. I slammed the door. I felt like I was being pranked or some shit. I felt panic sinking in as I scrambled for clothing.

I finally was ready after what seemed like ages. I yanked open the door and nearly tripped into Timothée.

“Woah there buddy,” Timothée chuckled. I realised suddenly he was holding something. As I steadied myself I realised it was a paper plate wrapped in cling film. On the plate were perfect cookies in the shape of stockings.

“You left before you could get any,” He said. “Thought you could have them with some tea.”

“Oh,” it was all I could say. I felt a catch in my throat. It was such an incredibly kind thing to do. I’d been thinking all about myself when I’d stormed off.

“Thank you,” I tried to say it without letting my voice crack.

“No problem, I mean, you helped make them.”

I accepted the cookies and didn’t quite know what to do next. Timothée rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry about Meredith,” he finally murmured.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” I said, not making eye contact. I felt like I’d been immature as hell.

“I don’t know why she is like that-“

“Mate, she bloody fancies you,” I scoffed.

“Yeah, but I don’t know why she has to be so brazen about it,” he grumbled. I realised he’d been uncomfortable as well. He didn’t like the attention from Meredith. I felt bad for him. Maybe he had a girlfriend. No, he didn’t need to have a girlfriend to be unhappy about unsolicited sexual advances.

“Hey, if you ever need me there… to like back you up or help you get away, I’m here,” I offered.

The side of his mouth quirked up. He looked at me with that adorable crooked smile and I could’ve melted.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely,” I agreed.

“You’re a good person y/n,” he said next. I was beet red surely.

“Thank you,” I stuttered as my face burned.

“Enjoy your cookies,” he said, maintaining that cute look. He whistled as he walked down the hall.

I retreated to my room with my treats. As I sat back in the rocking chair I’d been provided, I took a bite of one of the desserts. I sighed in contentment. The cookies were delicious to be sure. However, I didn’t think of the green icing when I bit into the treat, I was thinking of the green of Timothée’s eyes.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker

[archesa]

[electrosquash]

Sometimes it's just useless talking to me 😔 I can usually only pick up the vowels already and have to guess the consonants, but that's on a limited battery and when that runs out it's over...

[valentin10]

Prince William and Kate Middleton release poignant Christmas card after the 'hardest year' as they pose with George, Charlotte and Louis at their beloved Norfolk retreat where Princess recovered from cancer

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-14210233/Prince-William-Kate-Christmas-card-2024.html?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=social-twitter_mailonline

[rurinnfane]

“Let’s call our 3 hour meeting today a retreat!”

Honey the only retreat that’s happening here is my will to go on

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

you know, unless i ever actually meet a god i think this is the closest i'll ever come to a religious experience