#MERRY BIRTH.. HO HO HO..

[peaches2217]

The Man in Red

~~~

Every year for the past six years had been largely the same. The month before Christmas, the townstoads of Toad Town began draping lights from every surface, every tree, every building, and vendors came from all corners of the country to set up temporary shops for those seeking the perfect gifts. Two weeks before Christmas, a giant fake fir was raised in the town square; Toads of all ages gathered to decorate it in handmade ornaments and shimmering, colorful garlands, and the tree became an unofficial symbol of the Mushroom Kingdom’s prosperity and the unity of its citizens.

Seven days before Christmas, a very special guest arrived and set up shop at the base of that very tree. This was the part that excited the children the most, because this man, all decked in red velvet and white wool and black leather boots and belt, would give them candy and listen with a patient ear as they prattled one after another about their Christmas wishes.

Watching that man in red as he entertained a massive hoard of sugar-addled children, each and every tiny face alight in glee, Peach couldn’t believe Christmas itself had been a tradition unheard of in her world not even a decade ago. Everything about it felt so right, as though her people had been celebrating it since long before she was born.

Nodding to her guards, she broke from her walk to pay the man of the hour a visit.

“Why, if it isn’t our friend Santa Claus!” she greeted, older Toads parting automatically for her (and pulling the more clueless youngsters out of her path, though she still had to step around a handful of them). 

‘Santa’ looked up at her as he carefully lowered a child from his lap, and Peach almost tripped over her own feet. His deep blue eyes shone brilliantly in the lights of the square, like hand-blown glass that caught the sun just so. For that matter, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t known those eyes a decade ago. The mere thought of living in a world where she had never met his gaze chilled her more than the cold ever could.

Overwhelmed by the sudden burst of sentiment, Peach stopped to recompose herself internally. She was mercifully spared from having to save face too hastily.

“The beautiful Queen Peach!” Santa stood from where he sat and met her halfway with wide, confident strides. With a theatrical bow, he took her left hand, lowered himself onto one knee, and kissed the pale sapphire ring on her fourth finger.

The sight brought Peach out of her sentimental spell and cheered her considerably. This role suited him so well. For all of his many, many, many accomplishments, none brought him greater joy than bringing joy to others. “It’s an honor to welcome you back to the Mushroom Kingdom, Mr. Claus.”

“Oh, no, the honor’s all mine.”

Peach bit her lower lip in an effort to suppress her amusement. This was the same every year, too: he hid his instantly recognizable voice behind an accent not dissimilar to the Standard accent, but with harder consonants and exaggerated vowel shapes and disregard for the letter r, so that his pleasantry sounded something like Dee anah’s oo-wall mine.

The native accent of Brooklyn, his kingdom of birth, he had once explained, which he would probably speak with naturally had he been born into a Standard (or “English,” as it was called there)-speaking household. It was undoubtedly charming, but she much preferred the merry and melodic lilt he spoke with the other 364 days of the year. Call it bias.

‘Santa’ finally stood and dusted the snow from his pant legs, though he didn’t relinquish Peach’s hand, nor did he look away from her. “Now! You’re here to make a wish, yeah?” And then he winked, quickly enough that she was sure no one else caught it.

Showtime. Peach dipped her head in acknowledgement.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t!” She easily disguised her secret affirmative gesture as an act of humility with a palm to her cheek. “Christmas wishes should be saved for the children.”

“Oh-ho, Your Majesty, there’s plenty enough Christmas magic to go around! Anyone can make a wish.” He twisted his torso to address the growing crowd. “Right?”

Cheers rose all around them, children shouting their encouragements and clapping in excitement and adults watching on with fond faces, some even joining in. The man in red’s eyes sparkled brilliantly once more at the response. He did so love performing to an audience. It had taken Peach a bit longer to grow accustomed to.

She made a show of conceding, sighing in good humor and letting herself be led to the plush chair where children shared their greatest wishes. The townstoads giggled in delight at the sight of their very regal, very tall queen making herself comfortable on Santa’s lap, and just for their sake, she took a moment to dramatically smooth her skirts and correct her posture, her unnecessary formalities drawing even more mirth from the crowd.

A strong and steady hand pressed into her lower back, hidden from sight by her shawl. With her the sole center of attention, her Santa made no effort to disguise the affection that fell naturally across his features. The night chill was no match for the warmth his gaze provided her.

“Peach Toadstool, Queen Regent of the beautiful and prosperous Mushroom Kingdom—” and at this she barely suppressed a chuckle, because she knew how needlessly long-winded he felt such formal titles were, yet he said it so convincingly all the same, “—what would you like for Christmas?”

Peach pressed her palms together and hummed in mock-contemplation. The crowd fell quiet, save for a few children shouting out suggestions (“A golden Yoshi that poops coins!” being her personal favorite), and she let the tension dance on the air a moment longer.

“Well,” she began at last, “to tell you the truth, I’m not sure what more I could possibly ask for. I’m blessed with everything a royal could ever want. A kingdom in peacetime, a thriving populace, devoted friends and family…” She turned her eyes to a distant but well-lit alleyway, resting her right hand over her heart with a gentle smile. “...a husband I love very much…”

Her smile grew at the quiet huff this drew from her Santa. When she returned her attention to him, his cheeks glowed a rosy hue, the white polyester of his beard making the color look luminescent.

She wanted to pull that silly accessory down and kiss him for all the world to see. The thought of traumatized children with shattered dreams and their exasperated parents forced to take them home and comfort them was the only thing stopping her.

“There is one thing I’d like, I suppose.” She gestured to their surroundings, eyes flickering between the colorful displays strewn about. “I’d like to see the lights of Toad Town from afar, so I can take in their beauty in one fell swoop. That’s my wish this year.”

Oohs and aahs rang out now, as well as scattered voices expressing approval or whispering to their loved ones that they should do the same.

More cheers sounded as Peach stood back to her feet and bade the townstoads a Merry Christmas. If she stayed any longer, she feared her heart might burst.

Santa escorted her to her entourage of guards, wishing her a warm and pleasant rest of her evening, then with one more kiss to the back of her hand, he made his way back to the reaccumulating line of children.

“Oh, and Santa?” Peach called after him.

He stopped immediately, as if he’d expected one last request, turning on his heel and trotting right back to her.

“I know he’s a very busy man,” she told him, her voice low, “but… if by any chance my husband could join me when I see the lights?”

Something new flickered across his features now, something uplifting in its brightness, and then he tapped his index finger to his nose with a resolute grin. “I’ll see what I can do.” was his equally hushed response, but it wasn’t delivered in the voice she attributed to Santa; he dropped his little act and spoke to her in the accent she was much more familiar with, a bouncy and gentle I’ll-a see what I ken-a do.

Peach felt light on her feet as she continued on her walk, that dulcet promise cycling endlessly through her head.

~~~

A thud from outside froze Peach’s hand mid-stitch.

No alarm bells rang in her head, no sense of dread overcame her, nothing of the sort. But only one person ever accessed the balcony from the outside with any regularity, and unless she had lost track of time, she was certain he was still in the town square. She stood and draped Luigi’s nearly-complete dress over the back of her chair, the needle dangling from its thread just above the seat cushion; with quiet steps, she crept toward the balcony door.

Why, oh why did she never think to hide a sword or a bat or a cast-iron pan near that door? Rarely did she ever occupy her chambers alone. Perhaps she’d grown too used to the feeling of safety.

“...Mario?” she called out.

A beat, then a muffled reply. 

“No, no,” she heard from the other side of the door, “no Mario. It’s-a me, Santa Claus!”

Instantly her anxiety evaporated. Sure enough, when she opened the door, there he stood, snow clinging to the front of his velvet suit from his climb; he lifted his stocking cap to greet her, uncovering for the first time that night the deep brown curls on his head.

Peach was almost surprised at the childlike anticipation that bubbled up within her. He’d traded the fake Santa voice for his natural Italian accent, yet the rest of the act remained. What in the name of the stars was he up to?

“Oh! Santa!” She ushered him inside, trying not to shiver from the cold as he stomped the snow from his boots before following her in. Santa Claus duties usually kept him busy until just before midnight. Glancing at the grandfather clock opposite the bathroom door, she saw that midnight was still two hours away. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Ah, Your Majesty, it’s been such a long day! More wishes today than I’ve ever gotten. So I thought I’d get a head start on making all those wishes come true!” As he spoke, he made his way to their massive walk-in wardrobe and disappeared inside, fishing through her endless assortment of outfits. “And I knew this was the perfect place to start.”

The pieces began to fall into place, why he called it quits earlier than expected and came right back to her side, and already Peach felt her cheeks growing warm. “Oh?” she played along anyway. “And why start here?”

Finally, he emerged from the closet, Peach’s favorite snow boots dangling from his left hand and her warmest, fluffiest coat draped over the same shoulder. “Well I can’t keep the Queen waiting, can I?” he teased with a wink.

I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It went unspoken, but Peach understood all the same. She gratefully accepted the clothes he offered her, fastening the buttons of her coat while he knelt to lace her boots. When he was done, he beamed up at her, still balanced on one knee, and stars he was going to be the death of her…

“Where to, Santa?”

“To the roof.” He held his hand palm-up as he rose to his feet, and she took it without hesitation.

Within moments, they were racing through the winding corridors of the castle, laughing together in shared mischievous cheer. Peach didn’t even register the handful of confused glances thrown their way by newer members of the staff still unaccustomed to the sight. She let her feet follow him blindly through hallways and up tucked-away spiral staircases, thinking of nothing but his bright laugh and the heat of his hand in hers.

The cold air hit her like a slap to the face as she climbed through the rooftop’s trapdoor, and she squeezed his hand tighter as he led her to the spire jutting from the center of the sloped roof. He let go once they reached their destination, bending before her and lacing his fingers together, palms-up; she dutifully stepped into his conjoined hands and pushed off of the shingles with her opposite foot as he hoisted her up, scrambling onto the spire’s ledge with less elegance than she would have preferred, but managing all the same.

As he pulled himself up to sit beside her, she looked ahead, and though she already knew what she’d see, her breath was taken away.

She could truly see the whole of Toad Town from here. The square, its massive fir tree standing proud and tall above the buildings, ornaments twinkling from every angle; the vendors’ booths, still bustling with activity in spite of the late hour, friends and family and couples and kids gawking at homemade goods and sipping cocoa; the colorful fairy lights wound around mushroom-capped homes, illuminating every last inch of the town in a warm, welcoming glow. The rooftop was cold and dark, yet the sight before her radiated unprecedented warmth. Peach’s silly little wish, realized to the fullest. 

A thousand words bubbled within her chest, words of glee and gratitude and general awe, yet as soon as she turned to share them, they died on her lips.

He was already staring up at her. In the residual light, his eyes sparkled even more brightly than they had in the town square; though his silky beard hid most of his face, she could tell from the crinkles around those gleaming eyes that he was smiling.

If only she could see him properly…

“Oh, Santa,” she said, “it’s beautiful. This is exactly what I wanted.” Then, with a wistful sigh, she turned her attention back to the festival of lights. “Well… almost exactly.”

A pause, and then: “Ah! That’s right! There was another part to your wish, wasn’t there?”

“Yes, there was.” Peach found one sight to focus on, the amusing ordeal of three children struggling to reign in their pet Chain Chomp as it chased what appeared to be a rabbit. “Truly, I can’t thank you enough for your thoughtfulness! But such a wonderful sight is best shared with someone you love, you know? It’s just too lonely otherwise. What I’d give to have—”

“Mamma mia, Peachy, what are you doing out here all on your own? You must be freezing!”

The corners of her lips drew into a jaw-splitting grin.

The beard now hung limply around his neck, and finally she could see that tender smile in its full glory, only partially hidden beneath his thick mustache. Mario had, at some point during her monologuing, unbuckled his belt and begun shucking his coat, and he shrugged out of it as soon as the last button popped open at his fingertips.

“Oh! Mario!” She didn’t even try to hold back; she giggled openly in pure levity. “When did you get here?”

Mario hummed tunelessly as he draped his costume’s coat over her shoulders, drawing the woolen collar as high up her neck as it would sit. “Just got here. I passed some good-looking guy with a beard in the hall and he said I’d find you on the roof. Of all places!” 

Satisfied that she was now perfectly warm (even though he wore nothing beneath the coat beyond a short-sleeved white undershirt), he pulled his legs up onto the ledge and sat on his knees, so that their faces were closer to level. “So what are you doing up here, amore?”

He looked entirely too proud of himself. They were like children themselves, Peach found herself thinking more than once, playing nonsensical games with no clear goal in mind, for no other reason than the fun of it. We all have to get older, sure, but who says we have to grow up? he’d once propositioned to her.

Having been forced to grow up into a responsible leader far too quickly — having spent most of her formative years under a pressure even the most capable of adults would find too intense — these little games meant more to Peach than she ever had the nerve to let on.

“Actually, I was waiting for you.”

“Oh? Good timing then!” He patted his thigh, a clear invitation, and one she was all too happy to accept. She drew her legs onto the ledge as well so she could comfortably recline against him, laying her head in his lap as he readjusted his coat over her. The lights of Toad Town looked even more vibrant with him there, as himself.

“I gotta say,” Mario said as she admired the lights, “this is the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen.”

Peach nuzzled into the soft fabric of his pants with a sigh. She didn’t even have to see his face to know he was looking straight at her. She could tell from the tone of his voice alone, playful and sugary sweet.

They remained there in companionable silence for a while longer, watching as the townstoads carried on with their night. How she could see them in movement yet still feel so certain that she and her man in red were the only two people in the galaxy, Peach was unsure, but she didn’t suppose it was a bad thing.

[mixergiltron]

Arrr Laddies!

Aye,be it that time o' year a'gin. The day where we speak the tongue o' the buccaneers. 'n t' save ye seadogs from scurvy,I've a pair o' grogs t' make ye merry. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Mix #227 Peg Leg

1oz Plantation 3 Star 3/4oz Lemon Hart 151 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz simple syrup 1/4oz Demerara syrup 2-3 dashes grapefruit bitters

Shake wit' ice 'n pour inta mug.

Sink me,t'is a beauty of a riff on the traditional grog/daiquiri. Birthed by a landlubber named Kyle Davidson,a barman in the former tavern Blackbird in Chicago,this will send you t' Davey Jones if ya have t' many. Blackbeard hisself would'a drank dis.

Mix #228 Capt Vadrna's Grog

2.5oz spiced rum 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz white grapefruit juice 3/4oz Demerara syrup 1 dash Angostura bitters

Shake wit' ice 'n pour inta mug.

That 'ol seadog Beachbum Berry made dis t' honor his matey Cap'n Stanislav Vadrna. 'tis a bit tart,but then mayhap so was his heartie? The 'ol pirate Hemingway would'a toasted Calypso with this'n.

'n here be some more pirate drinks I've done,t' keep ye smilin'.

Mix #10 Traditional Grog

1.5oz navy strength rum 1oz lime juice 1/2oz Demerara syrup

Shake with ice and pour into glass or mug.

Mix #11 Navy Grog

1oz light rum 1oz dark rum 1oz Demerara rum 1oz honey syrup 3/4 oz lime juice 3/4oz grapefruit juice 2oz club soda

Shake everything except soda with ice. Pour into double rocks glass and top with soda.

Mix #12 Sailor's Grog

1.5oz spiced rum 1/2oz 151 Demerara rum 3/4oz lime juice 3/4oz orange juice 1/2oz falernum 1 dash Angostura bitters 1.5oz ginger beer

Shake everything except beer with ice and pour into double rocks glass. Top with beer.

Mix #15 Black Beard's Ghost(mine)

2oz light rum 2oz orange juice 1oz lemon juice 1oz blackberry brandy 1/2oz orgeat

Shake with ice and pour into mug.

Mix #14 Pirate's Parley

1oz Demerara rum 3oz pineapple juice 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz apricot brandy 1/2oz orange curacao

Shake with ice and pour into mug.

Mix #13 Corsair Punch

2oz Appleton Estate 8yr Reserve 2oz orange juice 2oz pineapple juice 3/4oz lime juice 3/4oz grenadine 1/2oz orgeat

Shake with plenty of ice and pour into mug.

Mix #51 Blackbeard's Ghost

1.5oz white rum 1/2oz demerara rum 1.5oz orange juice 1oz lemon juice 1oz falernum 1/2oz apricot brandy 2 dashes Angostura bitters

Shake with plenty of ice.

Mix #84 Mariner's Ghost

3/4oz dark rum 3/4oz light rum 1oz mango juice 1oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz lime juice 1/2oz allspice dram dash of simple syrup

Shake with ice and pour into mug.

Mix #94 Skull & Bones

1.5oz Lemon Hart 151 rum 1/2oz Bacardi Gran Reserva Diez rum 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz passionfruit syrup 1/2oz grenadine 1/8tsp Pernod 1 dash Angostura bitters

Shake with ice and pour into your spookiest mug.

Mix #124 Tortuga

1oz Demerara 151 rum 1oz gold rum 1oz sweet vermouth 1/2oz orange curacao 1/2oz white creme de cacao 1/2oz lime juice 1/2oz lemon juice 1/2oz orange juice 1/4oz grenadine

Shake with plenty of ice and pour into classic style Tiki mug.

Mix #116 Buccaneer's Bounty

1oz Navy rum 1oz dark rum 1/2oz Demerara 151 rum 1oz honey syrup 3/4oz grapefruit juice 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz cinnamon syrup 2 dashes bitters

Shake with ice and strain into glass with fresh ice.

Mix #130 Yellowbeard's Grog

2oz Pyrat XO Reserve rum 1oz lime juice 1/2oz Pierre Ferrand Yuzu 1/2oz Small Hand Foods orgeat 1/4oz Demerara syrup

Shake with ice,stagger-stagger-crawl-stagger,then pour into upturned skull of someone you don't like. Garnish with Mr Prostitute's moustache and a speared piece of Spam.

Pleasant seas me hearties,'n here be a pirate's blessin':

May your ANCHOR be tight, Your CORK be loose, Your RUM be spiced, And your COMPASS be true.

[princesssarisa]

Types of songs in "A Christmas Carol" musical adaptations

When a story has been adapted into so many musicals, it's easy to notice patterns in the songs that usually feature. These are the song types from all the musical adaptations of A Christmas Carol I know.

In chronological order, the musicals are: the 1954 Bernard Hermann operetta for CBS TV, the 1956 NBC TV musical The Stingiest Man in Town (later remade in animation by Rankin/Bass in 1978), Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol, the 1970 film Scrooge, The Muppet Christmas Carol, the 1997 Nickelodeon animated film, Alan Menken's A Christmas Carol: The Musical, and 2022's animated Scrooge: A Christmas Carol.

*Fourth wall-breaking chorus invites the audience to celebrate Christmas/hear the story ("Holly-Ho," "Sing a Christmas Carol," or "Tell Me a Tale About Christmas")

*Londoners sing happily about celebrating Christmas Eve (e.g. "On This Darkest Day of Winter," "Santa Claus," "Jolly Good Time")

**Subtype: Happy Christmas Eve solo for Fred, with chorus (e.g. "An Old-Fashioned Christmas," or "I Love Christmas")

*Bitter and greedy Scrooge song (e.g. "Ringle, Ringle," "I Hate People," "Nothing to Do with Me," or "Tell Me")

*Londoners sing about Scrooge's meanness (e.g. "The Stingiest Man in Town," "Father Christmas," or "Scrooge")

*Happy Christmas Eve song for Bob Cratchit, sometimes with Tiny Tim too (e.g. "Christmas Children," "One More Sleep Till Christmas," or "You Mean More to Me Than Anything")

*Jacob Marley lament/warning song (e.g. "I Wear a Chain," "Marley and Marley," or "Link By Link")

*Lonely solo for Scrooge as a child (e.g. "Alone in the World," "When Shadows Fall," or "A Place Called Home")

*Festive Fezziwig party song (e.g. "December the Twenty-Fifth," "Mr. Fezziwig's Annual Christmas Ball")

*Happy love song for Belle and Young Scrooge – either a duet or a solo for Belle (e.g. "What Shall I Get My Lad for Christmas?" "Golden Dreams," "Happiness," or "A Place Called Home")

*Sad breakup song for Belle and Young Scrooge – either a Belle solo, a Scrooge solo, or a duet (e.g. "It Might Have Been," "Winter Was Warm," "You," "When Love is Gone," "Cross This Bridge," or "Later Never Comes")

*Ghost of Christmas Present song (e.g. "A Very Merry Christmas," "The Song of the Christmas Spirit," "I Like Life," "It Feels Like Christmas," or "Abundance and Charity")

**Subtype: Londoners sing of celebrating Christmas Day, joined by the Ghost of Christmas Present (e.g. again, "It Feels Like Christmas," or "Christmas Together")

*Heartwarming Christmas song for the Cratchits and/or Tiny Tim (e.g. "And Bless Us Every One," "Yes, There Is A Santa Claus," "The Lord's Bright Blessing," "The Beautiful Day," or "Bless Us All")

*Ensemble for people in the Future disrespecting Scrooge in death (e.g. "Thank You Very Much," or "Dancing On Your Grave")

*Scrooge sings of his resolve to be a better man (e.g. "Mankind Shall Be My Business," "I'll Begin Again," "A Thankful Heart," "Yesterday, Tomorrow, and Today/God Bless Us Everyone")

*Happy reprises of earlier songs in the final scene (virtually every version does this)

Songs where I can only think of one example each

*Duet for Scrooge and Fred of contrasting world views ("Humbug" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Ghost of Christmas Past song ("The Lights of Long Ago" from the Alan Menken musical)

*Tender song for Scrooge's mother in the past ("God Bless Us Every One" from the Alan Menken musical – one of the only versions of the story where Scrooge's mother even appears)

*Tender song for Scrooge's sister Fan ("Christmas Wishes" from Scrooge: A Christmas Carol)

*Duet for Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Present about Tiny Tim ("One Little Boy" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Festive song for Fred and his party guests ("Santa's Sooty Suit" from the 1997 animated film)

*Solo for Fred about the birth of Jesus ("Birthday Party of the King" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Reprise by Scrooge of his lonely childhood song at his own grave in the Future ("Alone in the World (Reprise)" from Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol)

[halfseoulco]

#GeniusLabListens 2022 Top Spins

Published Sunday, December 25th, 2022 —  As 2022 comes to an end, I want to remember all the amazing music that came out this year. With the KPOP industry growing more and more competitive as months go by, we saw 2022 give birth to a multitude of notable full-length albums and EPs; and some artists even released more than one record this year. Being a multi-stan, I end up listening to a long list of releases every year and it was a little difficult to narrow it down*—but here we are.

Merry Christmas everyone. This is Genius Lab USA and here are the #GeniusLabListens 2022 Top Spins.**

1. DISHARMONY : FIND OUT — P1Harmony (EP)

Release Date: January 3, 2022

P1Harmony has this quirky tendency to make an entire EP full of bangers—except for the last track, which is a ballad. I can’t pick a favorite song, so I’m not going to, although I will say that of the six, I listen to “Before The Dawn” the least.

2. THE SECOND STEP : CHAPTER ONE — TREASURE (EP)

Release Date: February 15, 2022

Short and sweet. “DARARI” was used in a lot of Instagram Reels and TikToks around the time of release, but “JIKJIN” will always be the star of this EP to me—and rightfully so.

3. YOUNG-LUV.COM — STAYC (EP)

Release Date: February 21, 2022

STAYC have been huge favorites for me this year, not just among girl groups but in the general KPOP soundscape. “YOUNG LUV” makes me cry ugly tears every time and “RUN2U” deserved better than what the general public gave her.

4. Love Pt.1 : First Love — WEi (EP)

Release Date: March 16, 2022

WEi is another group who I personally think got paid dust this year and I would really love it if more people appreciated them because they are going places. “Too Bad” may be a song about confessing to someone you like but it got me through a lot of stressful times since the EP’s release, since I chose to interpret the chorus in a different way.

5. ODDINARY — Stray Kids (ALBUM)

Release Date: March 18, 2022

The album itself is a little odd in its experimental nature—hence the name ODDINARY—but I enjoyed the overall flow from song to song and the group’s willingness to play around with their sound. Favorite tracks are “MANIAC” and “FREEZE”.

6. Glitch Mode - The 2nd Album — NCT DREAM (ALBUM)

Release Date: March 28, 2022

NCT DREAM being the most active sub-unit was one of the biggest surprises of 2022 and I really enjoyed this album a lot. Big winners for me are “Fire Alarm” and “Saturday Drip”.

7. memeM — PURPLE KISS (EP)

Release Date: March 29, 2022

No one’s doing it like PURPLE KISS, in my opinion, because no one else has Swan in their group. This EP was delightfully eerie and I found joy in “Pretty Psycho” and “memeM”. Honorable mention: “Hate me, Hurt me, Love me”.

8. SERIES 'O' [ROUND 3 : WHOLE] — VERIVERY (ALBUM)

Release Date: April 25, 2022

I still have mixed feelings about this particular album because of the fact that “Childhood” sounds like a carbon copy of ATEEZ’s “Dancing Like Butterfly Wings”—but it has a lot of good songs on it. Favorite tracks are “Wish U were here”, “O”, and “Fine”.

9. FLASHBACK — IKON (EP)

Release Date: May 3, 2022

I did not see this EP coming but I’m so thankful because “BUT YOU” hurts so good. That’s all I have to say about it—that’s all I need to say about it. I hear “I’m in love again” and my emotions are toast.

10. minisode 2: Thursday's Child — TOMORROW X TOGETHER (EP)

Release Date: May 9, 2022

The best birthday present HYBE has ever given me. The entire EP is perfection, cohesive and artistic perfection. “Good Boy Gone Bad” is what I would consider an outlier amongst the other songs, but she still serves and keeps serving. I love “Opening Sequence” with all of my heart.

11. Drive to the Starry Road — ASTRO (ALBUM)

Release Date: May 16, 2022

This album is very true to ASTRO’s established sound and style, but the solo songs were a nice touch. “Candy Sugar Pop” is a fun, light summer bop but my picks are “Something Something”, “Light the sky”, and “Like stars”, plus Sanha’s solo track “24 Hours”. It was also the last album MJ participated in before enlisting.

12. TRICKSTER — ONEUS (EP)

Release Date: May 27, 2022

Listen, ONEUS have never released a bad record. That’s the truth and more people need to recognize that. This EP is pretty kooky but it’s great. Good things come in pairs, as with “Intro : Who Got the Joker?” and “Bring it on”.

13. GOT7 — GOT7 (EP)

Release Date: May 23, 2022

The single most beautiful thing to have happened to the KPOP industry this year if only because GOT7 look so happy to be making the music they want and out of reach of JYP’s claws. I love the entire vibe of the EP but my queen is “Drive Me To The Moon”.

14. The Story — KANGDANIEL (ALBUM)

Release Date: May 24, 2022

I wasn’t too crazy about him prior to this year, but I think that KANGDANIEL really understands vibes. Favorite tracks are “Don’t Tell (feat. Jessi)”, “How We Live (feat. sokodomo)”, and “Mad (feat. Chancellor)”.

15. 4th Album 'Face the Sun' — SEVENTEEN (ALBUM)

Release Date: May 27, 2022

Need I say anything? It’s a perfect album from start to finish and I couldn’t possibly pick a favorite song because I love them all, although “Darl+ing” and “’bout you” have joined the ranks of SEVENTEEN favorites. I hope they’re very proud of this album because I’m proud of them.

16. Story Written in Music — OMEGA X (ALBUM)

Release Date: May 31, 2022

What happened to them this year was really unfortunate and infuriating, but in spite of what SPIRE ENTERTAINMENT put them through, OMEGA X really put out a fantastic summer album. They have fun, party music but also sweet romantic songs, of which “DANCE WITH U” and “LOVE” are my absolute favorites.

17. DOUBLAST — Kep1er (EP)

Release Date: June 20, 2022

I know they put out another EP after this, but for me, this one hit me in more of the right places and the line distribution (I think) was the best it’s been so far. Released during the peak of summer comeback season, it has a wonderful dreamy feel to it. Favorite track is “LE VOYA9E”.

18. MANIFESTO : DAY 1 — ENHYPEN (EP)

Release Date: July 4, 2022

I haven’t forgotten about the recurring bullying incidents within this I-LAND disaster group but I have to admit that ENHYPEN knows how to keep people’s attention. This EP packs a powerful punch and “Future Perfect (Pass the MIC)” is a top-tier hype song.

19. HOLIDAY — WINNER (EP)

Release Date: July 5, 2022

Like IKON’s EP, I didn’t see this one coming either but “I LOVE U” has me by the throat. I mean, do you hear those high notes? Crisp, clear, stable. Check, check, and check. “10 MIN”, “HOLIDAY”, and “FAMILY” are also bops.

20. THE EARTH : SECRET MISSION Chapter.2 — MCND (EP)*

Release Date: July 7, 2022

Arguably one of the most fun releases of the summer—and this year, quite honestly—this EP proves that no one should be sleeping on MCND. I love every single song but I especially thrive off of “W.A.T.1″. It’s just so good.

21. THE WAVE OF9 — SF9 (EP)

Release Date: July 13, 2022

I’m not sure what they put in this EP but it’s definitely something. Every track is so completely addictive and perfect for the summer mood they were trying to set. My top track for this release, however, is “OK OK”.

22. CHECKMATE — ITZY (ALBUM)

Release Date: July 15, 2022

I know it’s their title track but I like every other song on this album except “Sneakers” and personally, I think it would’ve been a perfect album without it. Cringe-y TikTok song aside, this record is pretty solid and not as bad as people were making it out to be. Top tracks for me are “RACER” and “365″.

23. 4th Album Repackage 'SECTOR 17' — SEVENTEEN (ALBUM)

Release Date: July 18, 2022

Ah, here we are again. Not counting the songs from the original release, this album is still perfect. “Circles”? Tears. “_WORLD”? Cute and catchy. “Fallin’ Flower (Korean Ver.)”? Gorgeous. But the winner that takes all is the SEVENTEEN Leaders unit song “CHEERS” because it’s playing all day everyday like rent is due.

24.  Geekyland — PURPLE KISS (EP)

Release Date: July 19, 2022

This EP feels like a continuation of “memeM”—in a good way, of course—and again, no one else is doing it like them. It’s a shame they haven’t done anything to promote it but the stand out of this record for me is “FireFlower” with an honorable mention for “Love Is Dead”.

25.WE NEED LOVE — STAYC (SINGLE)***

Release Date: July 25, 2022

STAYC stays destroying my emotions and the difference between “BEAUTIFUL MONSTER” and “I LIKE IT” gives me whiplash but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Also, “BEAUTIFUL MONSTER” is up there with “YOUNG LUV” in making me shed tears.

26. Grown Ass Kid — ZICO (EP)

Release Date: July 27, 2022

I may still be channeling my love for BLOCK B through ZICO but this EP was really something special. Experimental, edgy, and expressive, I love all the different styles he explored in just five songs. Standout song for me is “OMZ freestyle”.

27. THE WORLD EP.1 : MOVEMENT — ATEEZ (ALBUM)

Release Date: July 29, 2022

Holy hell. If you read my very in-depth analysis of this album when it first came out, you’ll know that I spent a lot of time ruminating over the themes and messages; and if you’re an ATINY, you know that there is an entire universe contained in ATEEZ’s discography. The dystopian evil government takeover they were describing in this album was brought to life so flawlessly, I could almost believe that they’re really fighting for something. I am a “Sector 1″, “Cyberpunk”, and “The Ring” enthusiast.

28. 7TH MINI ALBUM [BE AWARE] — THE BOYZ (EP)

Release Date: August 16, 2022

I think THE BOYZ always put out fun records but that people usually miss out on the more poignant or softer tracks because of the ones they choose to promote instead. I really like “C.O.D.E” and “Timeless” but “Survive The Night” is my dearly beloved of beloveds.

29. 5th EP Album 'OK' Episode 1 : OK Not — CIX (EP)

Release Date: August 22, 2022

This EP only has four songs but they’re all great. CIX has been going in the direction of softer, more R&B-style songs recently, which I’m all here for, especially since Bae Jinyoung’s voice is very suited for that genre. I really, really, really love “Without You”.

30. BETWEEN 1&2 — TWICE (ALBUM)

Release Date: August 26, 2022

I would say that I’m someone who generally likes everything TWICE puts out but obviously there will be albums I like more. Conceptually, BETWEEN 1&2 is more mature, which is indicative of the girls getting older, and I think that’s a great thing. I am a superfan of “Queen of Hearts” and “When We Were Kids", although I also really like “Gone”.

31. MALUS — ONEUS (EP)

Release Date: September 5, 2022

This release had me by the throat throughout the entire fall season. In fact, it still has me by the throat. I can’t even tell you how often I listened to “Same Scent” and I definitely watched every single time they performed it. I also have a very special place in my heart for “Gravitation” and “STUPID LOVE”. This EP is also very bittersweet to me because it’s the last Korean release RAVN worked on before he left RBW and I can definitely say that their future records will not sound the same without him.

32. THE SECOND STEP : CHAPTER TWO — TREASURE (EP)

Release Date: October 4, 2022

The timing of this EP happened to coincide with Yedam and Mashiho leaving YG, which is still quite sad to me—but on the plus side, the songs are very catchy, moreso overall than their previous release. I really enjoyed the unit songs, namely the rap line’s “VolKno”, but “HELLO”—like “JIKJIN”—was the star.

33. MAXIDENT — Stray Kids (ALBUM)

Release Date: October 7, 2022

MAXIDENT is really everything I wanted in a Stray Kids album. For one thing, they gave me the Korean version of “CIRCUS”, which I had been begging for. For another, it has “CASE 143″, “CHILL”, “3RACHA”, and “TASTE” on it. But nothing—I repeat, nothing—beats the “nyaooooom”s in “SUPER BOARD” because it’s so unserious.

34. ANTIFRAGILE — LE SSERAFIM (EP)

Release Date: October 17, 2022

If you had told me that in 2022, a KPOP group would be releasing a genuinely authentic reggaetón song, I probably would’ve laughed at you but here we are. I will probably never get over “ANTIFRAGILE”. Ever. And “No Celestial”? Oh my God, someone give those girls a raise.

35. YOUTH — KIHYUN (EP)

Release Date: October 24, 2022

This EP only reinforced what I already thought about Kihyun: that he’s really a KPOP vocalist by day, indie rock singer by night. I love that for you, sweetie. You do you, Kihyun. Song I fell in love with the hardest is “STARDUST”.

36. Choice — VICTON (EP)

Release Date: November 15, 2022

VICTON had a release earlier this year that also has a lot of songs that made it onto my personal playlists but I did very much prefer this one, especially since it has “Time Chaser” because “Time Chaser” is such a beautiful song. So beautiful. Please love it.

37. 'The ReVe Festival 2022 - Birthday' — Red Velvet (EP)

Release Date: November 28, 2022

I don’t know what people’s issue with this EP is but it’s definitely my favorite out of Red Velvet’s more recent releases. Personally, I haven’t liked a release so much since their “Red Flavor” era. Top pick from this EP is “ZOOM”.

38. HARMONY : SET IN — P1Harmony (EP)

Release Date: November 30, 2022

Twice in one year, P1Harmony made an EP full of winning hype tracks and one ballad—but “Back Down” is on an entirely different level from the rest of the record. It’s so hard-hitting and powerful, the kind of song you’d play in your car with the windows down so that the cops might think about pulling you over for disturbing the peace.

39. Indigo — RM (ALBUM)

Release Date: December 2, 2022

This album is a vibe. A vibe! If you want to know more of my thoughts on this particular release, please read my review. My favorite songs are “All Day (with Tablo)”, “Closer (with Paul Blanco, Mahalia)”, “Hectic (with Colde)”, and “Wild Flower (with youjeen)”, which is inevitably the song that made me sob like my heart was shattering. Anyway, stream Indigo.

40. SKZ-REPLAY — STRAY KIDS (ALBUM)

Release Date: December 21, 2022

I didn’t think we were going to get anything else this late in the year but Merry Christmas and happy holidays to Stays from Stray Kids with this two-side record consisting of 25 tracks that include solo songs, sub-unit songs, and songs performed by the group. Top picks are “Fam”, “Limbo”, “Deep End”, and “#LoveStay”.

Feel free to share some of your favorite releases from this year! Did some of them make it onto this list?

*Releases were chosen based on how many songs from each release are currently on my personal playlists.

**Please note that this list is in order of release and does not include singles or anthology albums.

***WE NEED LOVE by STAYC is categorized as a single by Spotify but since there are three songs that are not remixes on it, I’ve chosen to include it on this list.

[sciencestyled]

Santa Spills the Beans: The Not-So-Secret History of Christmas!

Hey there, Tumblr peeps! Gather 'round, because we're about to spill some serious festive tea. Ever wonder how Christmas came to be the tinsel-tangled, carol-crooning extravaganza it is today? Well, buckle up your elf boots and prepare for a sleigh ride through time, narrated by none other than Santa Claus himself!

You heard us right. The big man in red isn't just about ho-ho-ho-ing and cookie munching; he's got tales to tell that will make your jingle bells rock. We're diving (whoops, not that word) straight into the heart of Yuletide history, from Saturnalia shenanigans to Yule log yahoos. This isn't your typical holiday story – it's a whirlwind tour through time, led by the jolliest guide of all.

Picture this: Ancient Romans partying like it's 99 AD, with a festival that makes your office Christmas bash look like a snoozefest. They're swapping gifts, flipping society on its head (slaves as masters for a day – talk about a plot twist!), and feasting like there's no tomorrow. Saturnalia, folks, it's the OG Christmas party.

But wait, there's more! We're hopping over to the chilly realms of Scandinavia, where Vikings are toasting to Odin and burning Yule logs that make your average fireplace seem downright puny. These Norse folks knew how to coax the sun back – with giant fires and epic tales, the ultimate winter vibes.

Fast forward a bit, and Christianity enters stage left, blending these ancient traditions with the story of Jesus' birth. It's like mixing eggnog with hot cocoa – unexpectedly amazing. The result? A holiday that's as rich and layered as the most decadent Christmas pudding.

And oh, the Middle Ages! Christmas wasn't just a day; it was a whole season of merry-making. There were feasts, carols (back when they were more about dancing than singing – plot twist!), and a weird yet wonderful thing called the Feast of Fools. Talk about a medieval twist on holiday fun!

But that's just the tip of the Christmas tree. Wait until you hear about the Victorian era, when Christmas cards became the latest rage and the Christmas tree went from avant-garde to everyone's living room centerpiece. And don't get us started on the modern age – it's a whole new level of festive flair, from Rockefeller-sized trees to digital Christmas greetings (because who needs snail mail when you've got emojis?).

In a nutshell, we're inviting you to join Santa on a wild, wacky, and absolutely fascinating ride through Christmas history. It's a tale as enchanting as the Northern Lights and as heartwarming as a mug of Mrs. Claus's hot cocoa. So, Tumblr friends, ready to join the ultimate Christmas history crash course? Santa's waiting, and trust us, this is one story you don't want to miss! 🎄✨🎅

[asrtron]

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[libidomechanica]

Two happy lot, the maid

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

And robbing and lay down, of the quiet every stream time againe. Why Adeline, who met the price, which is tradition was dances all the mirror, plunges into weep each his cordial wine! Two happy lot, the maid forbear, tho’ your time, to give me times in darkening air. Or sweep your Gowne, is trouble, Ben, to be; or bid me die, and hid from me where we are times in a new hoe. But he three long in sleepen long. The village.

               2

And unfamiliar to us. With buds and deformed. No height hour hand, nor leap thy pain, here’s not I plant again! Religion disapproves; ev’n thou dar’st, although beauties pleasure seems at first sight as truth; and Sally Brown, what a happens, then a brake. Willows close disgraceful end—he rode, she diver’s chilly over all argument shade my pensive ghost? When you to Lord Love’s riotous, but once I her debt— sole credible.

               3

Is it indeed so? Then thou thy star! Ye come his due; my dears since their vigils pale as many a throwes her coldness by to tell! While we lover, and wert o’er then her voice, which shall bound: where you ever see a bell but whether pass onward from that look could stanza thrown lie by death the outward part; venus is the litel fowl hath lost just tow me an experiment. And hence child wrings fast. Of the good as well— but, artists!

               4

And gloves and pour out of the world shall have flower to sing: and pray’r, childless grow deep despair. An’ merry hae I been ungenerous, resent the fields among thy birth and of the Spittle isle is a fluid among whispers, Tis the prime, your stomach’s not with wings to thy head. New joy; but witches that which is not a houses high, yet keep it striving branch thy shame. I though him. Eyes, the same dainty is me! Is now my Muse! Ho!

               5

Ripened bee through the sun now in gloomy presence-room. Big heard her, and brain, for soule vnbodied of no great golden limbs relax’d her more slack, gold, upon thee, thearth assured mind a soul broken it was gone afore whose little blaze much graces still old, may under thy head it crouched, close by the hollow and swell of Life—one little ease approach, a long: and Viva l’ Italia! Than that I have shaped cone to look’d nor heat to live.

               6

But women all sing that he was not suffer the World can paint em, who in sweet lady bowed, and thus invoke us: You, whom he seems to brow, doth crown me how, when once comforting swarm at ever in furrowes: drerily shooting spark, attract of follies no flag, has nothing mossy ways. The edge of the day with men: with thy soul move still old, may under gore, hey ho! To your child, it’s not hear in the translate; love for meals.

               7

And on her wax made so continuaunce, emong than echoed to words? Corinna, come to pay euen soule, I will to pleasure misfortune, given, they help contrary, she look’d up to the footprint. While Geraldine, in embalmed darkness of ships have knock my fresh love’s despite, so to be since that something but she smile on earth with velvet bed of thy to be beside the sibyl’s den or prayse: but know the hands I consequence of mind?

               8

Same shelf, and are at their leaues thy sordid bound its darkening men and folded and those wrung on its sound, from a hand’ meant, than mine. Yet in earth, which overtrail’d with a smile on the fav’rite blest; whose who’ve never know it, to move to gay, lambs frisk and saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. As lips like them thus invoke us: You, whom I long within them. And gave features all those goldenrod glowing at you come not in nature to their early!

               9

I see a better fits of love no more. Children bear then t is my blood, my prime, to list the truth, without one! Come, Abelard has been of advice, he had drunken sailor whose dark. Whose ynne Penaunce, and Temple leaves, her House; a Roarer, and pledge we never of yourselves away; and yet, I ween, they were. When you did make ourself from my breast. The fair he spake on sweet look, of former love it will beauty it was a peered, Grief.

               10

And pain, and thence a faint and signals, even to dressing, while the artery outline of shy perfectly-chisled cheeks of mournful of the smiling toward the South, and sometimes its progress could the basin and yet no pass that late cars which I couldst confesse, the lurking hearty meal upon the blocke? An hendy hap ich had come, and seem to tell that glances on the goods. Singing gown, and ice, and you like that did encroche, and see!

               11

The machine, the fate which I grieve, but more, that I feel you lose no more as pure creed made better objections to Sleep. Comforted fair doth it anyhow listen’d whilst Ben he was my call, tis time that I might lily groom that look not lust. Let not get far when I feel sometime deceiving else of heart: which she doth bare, and ev’ry prudent paths of perilous settlemen kirkward springs, for all thing has gotten, an’ then leapt.

               12

And yet embrace their death’s interventions, but, hear’st thy losse now discuss—would be, but neither’s praise and Locks pickt, yet, alas! They still as the advances on the wins, and singing thus bent, that good the two being death-note to past. Out of summer and faith, like dinners where too slow! As far the name away! And from the Easter, come one which I your dayes run swift to have something on all my soul a fair wicked ear; but then to thee.

               13

The sun, and the loser. For all my country open lay without love, and free home to do, we should I go by, not Number, makes your fists. My sleep; when victim then, which attract because she’s howled signals, even they choked my tears she rules his condition to turn for dryed is the glass she court: right beseech you peers; poets, though deface that so wet stones, of sister, come, alas, though in my eye! For eftsones Winters wracke, for dead?

               14

Guiltless for herse, therefore I love, if as you to be garded by a visionary maids and the tea-cup opens What my arms, wi’ a claut o’ h—ll. To sea alone with much restrain; sure, and did fret, and turns; and so I can rest may turn himself to and unfamiliar excellence, is gone his grown, yet still as I made. Now from the ardor, and flap those deluding to her, Calista prov’d to keep it sticks together.

               15

Nor forbid me die, and, forgot, shadow- like smoke? To know I raised if all fear to year before. How far have rest, heaving prey. The sonne of your wonder all tastes in the mightily pight, full again? Us canonized then cease now my Muse’s conducts to be, and caught to Left, and pride I think that held her wings and watch them was sure there, and yet men they quite read and of all delights the power-tools or crystal glasse: but the stove.

               16

His gentleness in wind wagge their gazing on her cloud than all else that bred itself feeds, sweet maid with rage; was not marriage; and active as if in a palfrey wasted the Sorrow and life of the stream has they did me so! Cheekbone, explosive vowels, to woe telle can; hire broad streamers to her hear the shaped? To this was none: ’tis thunder, only I could shall I felt for the keep in, when my brain, the lady so right to the claimed.

               17

Clover bank, believed forth with music of thine of salmon, a proportioned shade of Netherby clan; for proffer’d love inspir’d! The glow-worm lend thy selfishness! That eyes so free home to you and the marge unhail’d with my heart, sweet, more with a glass she in trine. Lamented of desultory rhymes run o’er, their thoughts, and quietly. Their dam’s simply humane to his title door; and warm in love. Smooth as doom’d—a case which made a Queene.

               18

The counsel I shall grow deep judge of my dream and hushed their beamie darts be in light to make fire Love is a flock desert the unpainted beauty all my joy in travail hath lent; vnable months in the better draw, when you beauty’s doom’d—as if I’m also to been friendship could opposites, there are the lang day! Such are out of one is pass’d in the worst off slothful? Then, approach, leaning pelf that ails poor but for ane an’ twenty, Tam.

               19

In the reason which with the love many, yet hiding sing. A day subtle Censor scrutinize.—A flowers if that ’s under your second sighed to feel, in fauour creepe, fresh my fresh sense to disgust, tha sic a moment for such a look on me sae kind; but even what make counsel I shall liking, as seated Thine own. To consult, if not lustrous eyes, the victor’s brain in the game shelf, that shriller was seen it and now are best.

               20

Matthew is in the true; for a quarters! By emperor and with my Emma lay; the relished by thee thee saddle. And body to its features joy and strength, and bids the Blooming glacier know, which habbe yhent, ichoot from each me naturally ridicule benumb that o’er me in me ever new; now turn’d unto the moonbeam shower, for ere her Ears with hymnes of thee, or yet turne to bus’ness, Paine doth blossoms in a crowd?

               21

Love no more my budding beads are learned below them burn softly tread we are gone, and pronounce, without a spoon; o merry bard! Deere for a while gazing spark, agrees as of heathy high without remorse. Hark! Come, let me disease, while ye may, go marrying Bess, the ceiling. Of the west window of old men made appear! For tongues can also carried nem. Climbs like you turn her with the Miller was the sport and tears for loved you!

               22

To gaze o’er the quiet, a stump—standst thou doest me temptation farms in Kula, drive the lace the sun. Sounds from Paradise was poor dressings of Heaven, by thee; and regret when tis not touch’d the dying so devoutly and would bar,—now tread’st with the my part that year, I am of Cavalli with Heaven shall live these the forest bare; her song, my wearied me thy Oaten pypes, the raise. You fostered every morning, then bloom.

               23

It flouret of the wood, walking something cheerful as he sparkling eyes, when they put the feast, cannot suffred you. They crossed their eyes which discuss—would he possible leap to kisse, which heauens doe melt a happy in their heard—I underneath the tape, like pallid lilies a few, and have but demands overlook and we were your heart, how shall make one another wide eyes were gone? And thus through my gentleman, for the toes, it was.

               24

That this day my joy and down she beheld, that dare too much an one we steele had a visionary maids dances on her kenned in lillies you this oak; he swore than I have flower, sixteen are nouells of season. Signifies his storm-beaten with bold fiction, when she servility in Spain, and clear as sudden you’re allow a girl and daisy, salvia lyrata … oh goodbye, good fryday to tell your nipples forgot!

               25

She wand’ring to eat this. When will not go away, dissolve, and temptationmaster’s hermitess, beauty glide in tissue, let tears the mountains hast leaves you permit my will wrap you under to tell what I care of—succumbing to her brain. Or gotte. Bitten by trade, the heav’n: but I know how the three! Knots, nor thy sweet fruits of poesie were flowering up in a mother the altars and caverns shaggy satyrs stands least the first sand.

               26

Without pity till those confess all, I read it by bigots shake, and Thou; if I— the Pumpkin round is thy only reason, and then he render’s soft, a head, filling flares like virtues and the vale; and no moe the knight lily grow perfect all thy grief looked askance a subject I’ve lost, can say the poet’s verse; but ev’ry hymn to her; now, younger through that same flower asking about in Wales. Ridiculous. With all the act.

               27

For love is beauties proudly make eye-water child and bread a book, four foolish, Faith Sulayman and came thy love approaching is a lovers lately goddess of the Giant is the lady’s eyes o’er her eddy brain in sad sister’s crime remote Shalott. Thereof nought, a dream it would. Now Ben he the fairest and you wilt bewayle we are good opinions went inroads to be Lords of books on Kentish down to Camelot.

               28

Fill my line my Door-way but if thou here? For in my cup, and tingled, and so daunton me scowl—I wish is underneath that look the two. To me be copartner of Hecla, to say, a poem, a they-love poem which only child lies and goes down, mouthing to disappointment white, red is thy quill doth spot the last for ane an’ twenty, Tam! Here were she confine immured mind a soul can cast him this rine, his eyes and pain?

               29

Is all losse now displayd, but do not married all the best ties in dangerous this, is commun courtly accepted, and learnt how to be lost, can be no objections ever seeks delay; the voice by her songs of love! You release a nations, that soothed with softness, guess so far relax the act. To indicate ball of a calf in Neptune’s Frolics left it some forty beads must counted solace is inside its now, its hand.

               30

Here, and Priests into the whole world is spent. The break and weep the edge did launch. Above us in the good as was sometimes a curse is faire something elf. Now I’ll tell where their path, stifling a seal, one this Geraldine to creatures the soil of the woman is this omission—in politics, or ruining? If some banish’d an air so longer brow charming is come to starbursts colors dint: all our voice was my call to sell.

               31

For often hope, despairs, till China fall. Beyond what Man would, on conditions, dear, I’ll give thy Protestant mind, I was a life. Except I think at length, to take as Peacock proud shall live on for all they join’d to shines and pine! Dead repose to die. I feele as light; and her, that fell Death, let it bene an animals, plays about that’s out of one burning them all love no more. Murmured my own peculiar superstition.

               32

Breast, and the quaff’d off there, or yet thy black is failing, is thy selfe maker, the bust all the gaudy spring of the blue strings by man to cease now are best clothe a mayden Queensbury the top up of drawing people robe wan, clothed me then, warm South comes to be, off, woman. Do I envý none of shadows the girlonds deck her on a printed praise. I stood near me out of books, thy budding one and I beseem so bright, tis she!

               33

Least come to me the Iliad and could not dark crust into my thighs between the deade is Dido, dead lock’d up like to the tunes of her chief philosophy then I will wounds, and looked cloaks of the mirror. For you are too much refin’d, th’ addressing dialogues dramatic at seventy years had phantasies be wed, or laid down by Michelangelo, done the new glove he did joyous seas, what to see a ghost thou?

               34

And heard the rest …. Which canal or pilot the edge did address, modesty, or a draft on Ransom. Shall we are standing merely kind of the Signs of Kent? Titles, in the forgoing to me her hair, cast in the quietest of possible, only one not stay, for all at thy Door; let wealth, let honoured by the middle of nature at the nations even sans confitures, woman’s Henna from his own name away!

               35

But the wool of bursting her breast, lies therefore to whirr and went, her spirits and to the viewless it there waning, amid the censer cloud is stretching me out. Her fair and might and does not the painted loud with once it was great cost, and that is gentle gait, making milk-teeth used wars, and has made! We thine and Honour in earth that oft denied, as I ne wote, whether is now at the forms of a Veil thy Heav’n, I ween, the chapel.

               36

Such smart may proceed, till he liue we square. Your Gowne, is the smile to see, and, tender fine pacing both day and the dove it, I though now love O soul, and make myself to stay. Her like to the gallant like brother: the Muses well wounds euen soule vnbodied of curtesie? That would you got home to think upon the sea places were to find. The small animal. And his grace is children are stars, and make her draw up in a moment life’s hat!

               37

I clasp’d with repining yougth to make one who must all the moon decks her wound us, scale the sky which on me—breath! One is as fled! Of whose Christabel devoid of friend, will strong, when this typewriters, kith or honor now for your face, though at the valley drifts to thee sadder planets did grace she drainer of you peers; poets, the sexual orchid that lo’ed me yesterday dropped and make the quaff’d off an hour wit. Curt wrong number.

               38

Again shower of the catalogue of her own, and in town. Like that I have you bred a modern quill, according you not drinks it done goes all the house by the poor. It must I hesitate, a furlong from Adam’s simple ration, if by us; we two fair not dependant Phoebus wear are not an inch, no nor leather though a bonne vivante, ’ I must light on one what a l’Allemande, ’ a l’Allemande, ’ though God and he range.

               39

I come! Nay, I ween, as ony brat o’ wedlock’s bed, and lock’d my neighbour surpassed by joy … the large domains unknown, the close all, and now heat so much: nor carelesse follies, that has her own freedom passion to creature, artful then delight through that did except of crime to my Darkness, guess, as wine difference, like various on my eye! Nature, for the place my daughter shade of a lost my ring, for prejudice—so white pills.

               40

And I am a tempests plain pudding blades of golden graces still heaved a head, may round by the eyes glowing sense, That should example, short; and has been waiting foplings, tis tender the receive throug my best ties in my way to your eyes, bordred with the stove. Again: and breast, from me!—All in love is a breath been friends overhead came back your voice and vnkempt: then sight be since with softness holding in mine this the light will streaming.

               41

But maugre dear friend again her hair, cast up from Paradise was a Catholic, too, which seems it rouses probes seem’d to boste, all mild: witless in others and ransom of Italy free, more love men and boy, pissing and days when thou black rock she may not coy, but that quilts the grass than put you! So is it that I lose threshold on higher heart and child—little in the glaring one a sod. Long despair and the house with greene bayes that glows.

               42

Stiff in a breathing I will so foully rent, for the weight, or his rage and Don Juan replied, with weeping over mends, by spirit bade thee, and dawning glacier know, and colder, but want with this piteous as they are riches of late dictates, and inner vest, and turns straddling both of God in vaine, for if I cannot be bitter by our pypes, the ran, and the Lady of Shalott. And heaped snowe burdenous common gratitude.

               43

Not mine Eyes seal’d in silent—the wild? As wells; where those soul when the longer thrown lie by degrees and loatheth silence saucy jacks so have passively tones glazed Westphalian ham on, and no more sharpen’d in those koi. That of that once, you shall for death-wound us, scale these wakened. That brings me near to use newfangleness grown, a woman? Ease. Is fasteness, Mercy, Majesty unwaned! Left in two year underneath her.

               44

On either fly, and my griefs to telephone this thy quill, and the said—His daughter, who am I kidding? Oh Shah, who shone, me an inferior nothing, thou may furnish’d May: and fair lady’s eyes the smoother comments haue, vse somethinks I seal my vow, and wings of Poesy, if I can’t washed its hand with middel smal and they were to your censure; Silia does not his will be shown in this bonnet and truth and burn in fold.

               45

Even I in my soul quit Abelard less for the birds all waste, refusing to thee, though the advances forever once, even chance dead, but decay that delicacy; all shiver to shall stays of sage Minerva than that he was not like this, who’s injured by an Angel came, in instinctual flames!, Till old, may under Friends, by spirit seemed like a sweet her spirit meets those darksome revolt doth to Geb and felt the wood.

               46

With a green nets but now head was wont with sage Miss Showman, and leaving, ev’ry motion, I confess, do thou strike twelve for the quietest of her side, praise they put the World thou dost lovers finding brere, for if they ca’ me fornicator, and from his only child. A kind grave touch an only visible, only me for when thou wert made itself by pork, for new joy was shall live the salmon, whose bodies I have you aren’t.

               47

Or so I spare it! Or nothing and that they gave seen me within the silence. The dashing angelic kind, virtues, to hurt! To novel power show, that sits no more sublime and fire, the outlet thy face, that genial art, for his more stray: whiten, aspens shiver. When last retreat? No ass so much resource for ane an’ twenty time has not, my bonie, sweet maid, sister is lustlesse corage and gone by, this trees! You must forego it.

               48

Content, her patches, to be sure to feel somethinks less that look was embedded dame, to have spent. Hence, and stir with his shift the moment inroads to be sorry jest: but if they were quietly shepheard, how she utterance, and prove what does slumber sticking in sleepen long. If this: one is the murmured is the sea, in distant sight best clothe young flame; and not a woman, thought I found thy sire of th’ all- beauteous Mind.

               49

So well I wish to restore of rest, through sword, for I will affect a name? How shalt thou brutish blooms and profligate the husband, frank to cancel all of greater Bacon? Fancy i have Helen, you have brains. That by Eden’s side! Struggling in Hearts so touch’d, so I ascending ev’ry fear: for God’s own rage and every petticoat he singing up the rose of zest. We harmony’ a state, as his steedes in the Bridegroom stone.

               50

I will affection, that blood ship afar: tossing on them thus into the dreams that; all dayly endure: and denied, but form appear! A page and sea. Of passions lie; vertues braunches both in you young Lochinvar is the graine: another’s shirt is a park! The trees, at will to Truth and well fill within this superstition: gainst though defaced, the sea in the same fluttered at table, was no such by love lived long, she saw the name.

               51

Or a cloud, so pierc’d, agreed, yet have left thee thy verse. No fountain to dreamed black is fame, lie withered grass. And sing in this day, or gluttoning on the more the sky might I once comes not so happy is the same fortune taken up a long in a world must makes the spider in a moment’s placed her eddy brain of bright? As I’ve heard, how bene rugged and would gladly be bridegroom of angels watch the Maiden’s side, praise we then?

               52

So, as this a woman’s hand anon doubting through rusty elde, that a struggle forsake, and singing gown, who heaven. It must behold the deep river jumps on the lace then no crime, to have ye e’er at thereby beauty also seen to become the homage where are thee, and birdless grows romantic, I must perch upon my mouth; all the diners of ecstatic women hearts to live, and stuff with me. So deep so sooner begun.

               53

Did their sake longings what’s why I sing by his large, a monster of a youth: but oh! We had the runour flag takes the deep, has not scorns like thy fingers, when my last so history, all that we can be attentions, but, in pretence, he heart that, at least is to requiem become of moon is on her air such impotence sayes she is still to my courtly accepted, and a tear. And bound a pond then need not his sturdy stroke rest.

               54

With flown, mouthing words, this dreams too long. But when my back the wind there awful Drink making the dead; the harbor berth, nowhere were God and mighty spell out of books entered by and honour! I practice and sighing, the striding to wake behind, and a bonie side-saddle before to the first love, and perspicuous call many a summer shape, that always sets apart, his toppe was contradicting the could not so far relax, her life.

               55

Of a salamander throated People, of animal. Some have left pulse failure to which attract our way, it never was her yield me by my auntie, Tam; but heart a rage, admiring more their seasons dances past, sounds with other brain come I will, thy daughter is safe and wind, or long-hair’d page and vows. Or did faint and lose myself Thou—then why young probably presents the river where bright of this rider love your music stream!

               56

You may not remember me when she withered grave! When weepe: then she saw his foolish, Faithless mastiff bitch into a coquette— so deep in Taylor and containside your peculiar superstition loses ev’ry pleasaunce, such pleasure, if, listen and we leaves charioted by, dead reckoning. Lips billiard-ball: chin as it not Time it is no easy things will great wrong, far as crystal— and drent, for the maid, sisters unto my grief.

               57

To live to finish all her child to the God in this is. By death, and purple cleft brings of hemlock I had never learn to go. And burn to light on one which you, yet give me one hundred Years—you turn the unstead I drop of dawn you must now unrobe your she were in their merry bard! That of ticked up. Space be sentiment. Whose breast; he best. Or, like whate’er was the valley drifts to dreame: and I wept both day among the fish feed.

               58

Content to be taught mought on Alisoun. For I have left their sweet an ideal it’s a king. And is my oblation of Brutus at the Knight and sunburnt mirth and oarlocks in the sky, that I had bene the tears they blinding sit, in color and once as you could Fate alone Love, and as thy life from badde thee hence and praying the mind a day let envy wished, and colder, the heir it, than her way, it never prose the children.

               59

Have not over now of herse, let me drum for Two; lest, like a Lord of Tiberius, made a little Cup whose hand leaves in danger is sometimes an ideal like too long. In fires: some block could have a thing bloom’d the bride’s-men, and forth: here awful Drink making so rare, and little blaze the light I summon up remember me in kintry clatter, or bright, and Temple’s worse faults do call when the reverse adorn, that hast got by those koi.

               60

Amidst life hath come! Bright I found and the storm unfold from itself feeds, sweet must bid farewell, by oft predilection is beautiful daughter shee has too of song, and discern but Thee from the same, and neat little! Could make! You must from it! One day you on your heard, the realms at first to scented to lose my cruel; for herse, ceasse now I have no truth’s found; and on his voice was most encourage; for she ought; but in Wales. As if it man.

               61

Without remember and round in a breath. My fall o’ the lets his blazon’d baldric slung a might nay, let me wolle to the toilet’s sniff and with me; whereas insists, you look for which your Bosom she saw in sonnet; witness in war, have closer to sing: counter his regard upon the hounds, you see. Something his mother’s manner was sprung it is not fears no better; but women bear the rivers combined; faults which she them I read.

               62

Marriage whose ynne Penaunce. Where Loues decrees I, forc’d, agreed, yet have never, never. They met a prevent: to say with your flag takest, spare rib here, with great ships have been halowed them. That dance in Elisian fields, the sky above We shall I lose to prove the royal bed when from paining lay, had heart its wings are men: some one wing, lulled and fell!—Would go to Sleep, and thee, to feel, in the world company, without beauty to frowne.

               63

This and vnkempt: the sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam! The world I love without my hands, though I, once it as in mine were died. The fier of this obedience, that I may street; each low voice, his noble sea there is passing no sin certes, but innocence shall join griefs infold: but what. Though thought other name from me a sigh? Has cured is the set the yellow-leaved water-flower, tu—whoo! And fair, the great is wot, the Lady of Shalott.

               64

This day’s door. Of course: the bride kiss’d sae fondly! In vain—in vain—in vain—in vain—a fable will perhaps a youth of us making the right glad they ran: therefore. In the garden, flow. Into masculine and pain, whilst my headlesse bene all my soul, and so wise, as sweet musics to the Pope thy braine emperished and sing tower’d Camelot. There are in her names infusing to Her unconfines the ransom all lot.

               65

So state is enstalled to move? The quietly, perchant’s space between each otherwise, whilst the chance, Christabel! Wind reveal’d, nor words tho gan to reformation. Than he rode down she couth the moment like him out his rebel natures warke: waile we the lady’s spirit bows before, much to herse, let him with final retort have been waiting wound it. Is gon that I shall not preventative, and bringes, lace, laid they do light.

               66

” Desire to do, dead wooden— I come! As Helluo, late and she wounds of your did she, this is short yearning from piety, your window. Itself so blue—alas! Now heaven, with a hissing of a heart and make Lover a heart so sore! The brilliant body. And thus end: for the eleven your best; dissimulation, and by time has made! From thy fell, what a beaker side, nor with thy lips. Say, the lady’s tale with a Swan.

               67

For intellect expands, your face flush the budded broomes: and a hue like the people meant traits of Judgments were placer of a nobler exercise; o kiss the clock. Where you didst the wynd. I grow perplext, Oh God! And by it, staying Thames, our woods, and daisy, salvia lyrata … oh goodbye, good of the yellow fields, and the breme winter day, when in the girdle bout her hair, and every motion farms in Kula, drive them?

               68

And leaps like thee; with the Muses force of fondness, Sweet, and haunt thee, and my eyes were imbecile, hewing out themselves, therefore me leaves they’ve passed the fern on the gout, my five woods; of love letters flame, lie with trees. At the whole address it too; but because though that I mighty government; and each house of touch, the sweet that I feel it not so bright turning have time it splits—half for each lowlye laye, and taught her hate: superbly, and pray’r?

               69

Yet with the mountains may handle silks are driven: therefore these words, am I simply using high o’er they were came unasked among, the guiltless palaces, half drown’d, while ye this to begins too live gazed upon the should have such a mansion fell upon a hill, and his pricked words, or come to cloke. Tis all your wearied me for my own preference, the lace, as the pastoral eglantine, or else one dead, but hurting of wit.

               70

For Age and feminine distinguish in his heard in love deceive, nor o’er-praise its stead I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Unless to kiss our prime, where twere be no other’s breasts. She seems the feathered grave for weary ev’ry light to dry the still smiling Spring- time, which is vain; and, by divorcing to the lived twenty, Tam. When all it fairest in this and probably a million perfectly-chisled cheeks alighting each lifted eye?

               71

One is desk and quite a bough of pain assuaged, and friendship came a youngest hair, and inner ready cited; her lids to a coquette—so deeply had fill’d the dove. If I have been her eyes; ye soft emotion sound a peach that nys on earth she, they conquer all! Whom half shut, and wept outright; and broider the correct yes. Caught; with two transient veil doth expressed, twas not the dreame: and one minute. The owls have rest every peal from greeuance.

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Ho! Ho! Ho! And a Very Merry Christmas to All. And Welcome back to this week’s Christmas edition of the Sunday Funnies where we’d like to remind all the ‘Global Warming’ Kooks out there how everyone – even in Florida – is freezing their collective butts off today.     But that’s a good reason to stay indoors and hopefully sharing/making special memories with family and friends in celebrating the birth of Jesus…which is what Christmas is all about. READ:  Saturday Rant…Christmas and Jesus Ironically (or NOT) some people get upset when we mention Jesus. But it’s been that way for over 2,000 years. And despite this being a joyful time of the year, we find there are plenty of Grinch’s out there who would like you to believe otherwise. And we’ll take a few pokes at them in today’s funnies. So, let’s start with the Zionist punk – and disgraceful politicians – who openly desecrated our nation this week by waving a foreign nations flag in our Congress while simultaneously pandering to a comedian who continues to beg for more war during the Christmas season.       And keeping with the Christmas theme the Ukrainian midget/comedian made his true feelings known to our ever-compliant money-laundering resident Brandon. Hmmmm! This is the kind of stuff that makes you wonder what other war criminals Congress will ask to give speeches. But not to be outdone by corrupt politicians, the Grinch of Wokesters has decided that famous Christmas symbols of the past are the new symbols of White Supremacy.       But despite all the corrupt politics, war mongering, and assaults on what we hold to be dear in our hearts, seeing the goodness of Christmas rules over those who would dare to stand against it. “Strange, isn’t it?  Each man’s life touches so many other lives. 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And, if our funnies/memes/cartoons/etc. provide you with a laugh or two – and/or open your eyes to some stark realities – then we consider that a victory. So, when things tend to get a bit overwhelming, we believe it’s best to remember that Humor is Waaaayyyyy better than Hatred…which is contrary to what the world wants you to believe. And we hope you see the Sunday Funnies as a refreshing oasis in the middle of a parched, dry, and increasingly dark world that we’re living in. As always, we remind you: As difficult as things might appear, Evil Always Overplays its Hand…And Righteousness Prevails. Thanks again for joining us on this crazy journey we’re on and remember America Was Built by the Brave, Not by the Fearful… ********************************** In the Spirit of Christmas Treason  Season, They Mock Us Saying Ho, Ho, Ho!       ********************************** Meanwhile, Lurking From the Shadows…       ************************************* In Case You Missed it…As the O’Biden Administration Sends Billions to Ukraine, They Announced That Christmas Checks to Our National Guard Will be Delayed       ************************************ Now That Mitch McConnel has – Once Again – Stabbed Americans and the Republican Party in the Back by Pushing Through the Nearly $2 Trillion Pork Filled Omnibus Bill, He’s Agreed to Appear On the Cover of Magazines With His Ukrainian Pimp        ********************************** After Caroline Ellison Threw Her Ex-boyfriend, FTX CEO Sam Bank-run Fraud, Under the Bus and Then Hiring Clinton’s Top Criminal Defense Lawyer to Protect Her from Prosecution, We Now See Hunter Biden Following Her Lead…Hmmm!  Could This Be Some Kind of Pattern?       ************************************** When Sam met Sam…       ************************************** Another Friendly Reminder For Those Who Bought Into the Fake Pandemic Narrative…       ************************************ And For Those Who Didn’t Buy Into the Fake Pandemic Narrative…       **************************************** Our Government Along With Big Pharma Wants to Remind You That It’s Flu Season Again…Same Horse/Different Stripes       *********************************** Both Darwin AND Newton Are Laughing at This       *************************************** A Not So Well-Known Miracle of Christmas…       ************************************* Adam Schiff’s Rendition of Elf On a Shelf…       ************************************ When Christmas Serves as a Time for Reconciliation…       **************************************** Unfortunately, Not All People Are Comfortable With the Whole Reconciliation Thing       ************************************* And Yet There Are Always Those Who Manage to Profit Under Uncomfortable Circumstances       ************************************* How Meat Eaters Torture Vegetarians/Vegans and Animal Activists       ************************************* And, of Course, Vegetarians/Vegans Respond to the Evil Meat Eaters…       ****************************************** Canadian Christmas Greetings       *********************************** We Need More Mr. Rogers Realities Today       ************************************* Flying Under the Radar Last Week, Elon Musk Resigned as Twitter’s CEO in Favor of a Mario Cart Game Character       ************************************* On Second Thought – and In the Spirit of Diversity – Musk Names a Woman as New CEO of Twitter       ************************************* And in the Spirit of Christmas Corruption…       ************************************* But in the Spirit of Christmas (in the true sense) Keep Your Head Above Water and Remember…       ************************************* Last, But Not Least ...Every Kid at Christmas Time         ********************************* ********************************* That’s all for this week’s edition of the Sunday Funnies. 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Cupid’s Chokehold

Present Mic x F!Reader

Summary: You win the chance to meet your favorite Pro Hero and have an interview with him on his talk show. It comes as a surprise to both of you to discover that you both are soulmates.

Rating: M (not full smut but spicy)

Word Count: 5801

Kinks/Warnings: Yandere, Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping

Notes: This was a piece for the Secret Santa event on BNHarem. The person I was matched with was @liebste-kleine-dame​ ! Merry Christmas love! Some personal events lead to me having to make it shorter than I wanted but I hope you enjoy it! Banner edited by me on Canva. Background photo found there as well.

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It was like it was out of a romance movie. When you first entered the small radio booth, Present Mic had been sitting across the table that had been jammed into the room. From the center branched several limbs of metal that connected to their own microphone, a set up that could accommodate up to three people in addition to Mic. Acoustic foam and various expensive equipment blanketed across the table and walls but it only served as the perfect backdrop for the Pro Hero.

The pictures really did not do him justice. Mic was a bit unconventional in his normal style but that didn’t make him any less attractive. But one thing that a photo just could not capture was the passionate energy that hummed around him. Even through the speakers he had the ability to help stoke the fires of people’s enthusiasm. In person, his presence was electric, even though he was seated when you first saw him.

His hair was like spun sunshine and it looked softer in person than in the pictures you had seen of him. And his eyes were far more intense in person as well. Verdant and nearly glowing, those jewels sparkled and held a gleam like envy. The leather jacket was also an amazing fit for his shoulders, highlighting the lean lines of him that his hero work had forged. And his smile was vivid. Bright enough that a single spark from the birth of a star had settled in his lips.

That grin flashed brighter as he gave a throaty chuckle, “Man, I’m a lucky guy! Smart, charming and pretty? And you’re one of my Listeners? I’m jealous of whoever gets to be your soulmate! So? You found them yet? Bet you could light up a whole room by yourself!”

You ducked your head bashfully, cheeks growing hot with the compliment, “No light shows yet, Mic. I’m probably going to end up being one of those people who never had one or finds theirs.”

It had been stated like a joke but even the humor could not ease the jab that you felt in your chest. Some people are born without a soulmate but no one really knew why. That you could live with. The one that really worried you was having one but never finding them. The loneliness that those people felt were immeasurably deep. The far off center of a blackhole that swallowed up everything until they were spit back up a husk and longing. Some would fall to depression, physical illness or even addiction. There were times that it could be managed with medication and therapy but they would always have that one piece of them that could never be full.

In a dramatic display, Mic clapped his hands over his ears, “Heyyy stop that. My sensitive ears can’t take you saying something like that!”

“W-well sometimes it happens, you know?”

“What’s that, Listener? Sorry I can’t hear you right now, I’m trying to keep my ears from having an allergic reaction!”

“An allergic reaction?” you asked with mild amusement.

“Yeah! I’m allergic to hearing pretty things like you being down on themselves when they’re awesome!”

“I thought you said you couldn’t hear me?”

“I cAAAN’T”

Present Mic used that moment to unleash his Quirk. The force and power of his voice was enough to make the table shake and you were surprised that you didn’t hear the high pitched squeal from the microphone feedback. But this was his studio, and on more than one occasion he had let his Quirk free so not only had his crew spent a massive amount of time streamlining the equipment, Mic had spent even longer getting a fine enough control over his Quirk that he could drop it on the air and not be too much for his fans.

Experiencing the power behind his voice in person was a very different experience than listening to it over your earphones. On the broadcast it was always a little boost that got you a little extra pumped for the day. But the real thing was much more. There was still that familiar rush of excitement that usually came after one of his shouts but along with it was the tingles and prickles on your skin. The power of his voice ascended beyond just the single sense of your hearing. Face to face with him, it has crested over into the realm of the physical, the amplified waves of his voice brushing along the shape of you.

“Wow….” you uttered out in awe, “I’ve heard you use your Quirk a lot on your broadcasts but actually experiencing it in person is so different…”

A pleased grin was his immediate response, followed by a shrug of his leather clad shoulders, “Heh it’s pretty great, right? You should see me when I do karaoke.”

“Hmmmm…” you cup your chin in your hand, feigning deep thought, “I don’t know...I’m pretty good too. I could probably wash you.”

A flicker of mischief caught flame in his deep emerald eyes as a smirk unfolded on his lips. Those bright jewels stared deep into you, alluring like a warm pine forest that called you to wander between its trees. The intensity of his stare was enough to make your cheeks grow hot again, a fluster rising from Mic’s close attention on you.

“Ohohoho? A challenger, huh? I might have to take you up on that sometime! But for now, Listeners, that’s all the time we have for today. Thanks for tuning in and thanks to my gorgeous guest here for coming on the air with me tonight. See you guys on the flipside and GOOOD NIGHT!”

The powerful roil of his voice cascaded over you again, teasing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand at attention. You could feel your heart thumping out a quick staccato against your ribs and your breathing coming in soft pants. The blend of both adrenaline and anticipation making your head swim.

“That...that was so much fun.” you told him breathlessly.

The hero slouched back in his chair with a satisfied grin, shooting you an enthusiastic finger gun, “It was! That was one of my best airs yet! You were great, Listener!”

“Thanks…” you said bashfully, “I can’t believe I won that drawing to get on the air with you. You’re one of my favorite heroes!” that was when you rose from your chair, “I don’t want to be weird or anything but...could I maybe get a hug before I leave?”

Mic found everything about you in that moment adorable, “How can I refuse a face like that? C’mere!”

The voice hero was on you in an instant, folding you up into a tight hug. The embrace had your face nestled into his chest, the supple scent of leather flooding your nose pleasantly. For a few moments there was nothing but you and the warm embrace of your favorite hero. Then the next, a pleasant heat thrummed along your skin, slowly building until a light was swelling to send white spots dancing in your vision. Mic abruptly pushed you back so you were kept an arms length away, his hands still gripping your shoulders.

Corner to corner, the walls were washed in a cozy blend of amber and golden light that pulsed in time with your heartbeats. Present Mic was staring at you in wide-eyed awe, as if it was his first time ever truly seeing you. Stunned silence. Both of you almost didn’t even dare to breathe for fear of the entire scene being nothing more than a wild prank. The way everything was unfolding was like it was out of a book. You couldn’t even believe that it was real..

But the brilliant glow that radiated from your chests wasn’t the most enrapturing part. Magazines, books, art, music and all forms of media have tried and failed to adequately capture the emotional shift that twisted around two soulmates when they finally touched. Any attempt that you had ever seen or heard fell impossibly short. Like if someone thought they could capture the essence of the ocean with a single tablespoon of salt water. There weren't enough words in any spoken or written language that could possibly bring it to life. It wasn’t a “completion” as some liked to say. No it was an elevation, like you both had been lifted even higher beyond yourselves and could drown in eachother’s awe.

The feeling was intense and overwhelming, swallowing you up in a giddy high that also threatened to drown you completely. So many different corners of yourselves being tugged in opposite directions you both felt ready to burst. Time was not a concept either of you could grasp but at some point you became aware of the glow fading and your mind floating back to where it needs to be. When his own senses had fully returned, Mic was staring at you with wonder.

“I knew you’d be able to light up a whole room by yourself.”

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As it turns out, Mic was really damn good at karaoke. Which didn’t come as a surprise to you but you hadn’t quite expected him to be at the level he was. And naturally he knew so many American songs but he was particularly enthusiastic about the band Journey. If you’d had any doubts, the blonde hero quickly put them to rest with his emphatic performance of “Don’t Stop Believin’!”.

“Strangers waitin’

Up and down the boulevard!

Their shadows

Searchin’ in the night!

Streetlights, people

Livin’ just to find emotion

Hidin’ somewhere in the night!”

The harmony of the synths, guitar and keyboard melded together in a wave of 80s nostalgia only further enhanced by Mic’s vocals. Though there was plenty of space for Yamada to sit down (the space next to you was particularly missing him), he couldn’t contain his exuberance and was on his feet as soon as the song had started. You stopped swirling your cocktail when he turned abruptly to you, holding out a hand for you to take and gesturing for you to come join him. He offered a wide grin when you shook your head and demurred, embarrassment overflowing from every shift in your seat and fidget with your hands.

“Come on, baby!” he laughed into the microphone, taking your hand anyways, “Dance with me!”

Yamada left you no choice but to hastily abandon your alcohol on a table before he pulled you up to him. This wasn’t a song that was easy to dance to, but the pro hero was quickly satisfied when you would rock and sway to the beat, allowing him to occasionally twirl you while still holding your hand. While you were fighting through some of your embarrassment, Mic could feel his heart squeeze whenever you spun for him. Or whenever you laughed bashfully. Or when the lights hit your eyes just right. And they always seemed to be landing just right on you. When he had first seen you, he thought you were gorgeous but since the connection took hold, every move you made was its own visual symphony to him.

“Workin’ hard to get my fill

Everybody wants a thrill!

Payin’ anything to roll the dice

Just one more time!”

It was like a gamble for him everytime he dared to blink. Yamada had been convinced he would never find you, his soulmate, always doomed to feel that empty void that he tried to fill with music and sound. Drown out the voices of doubt and fear and they can’t really speak to you in the first place. Every blink or moment he dared to look away was one he worried you would be gone the moment he looked back. His gloved hand squeezed yours tightly.

“Some will win

Some will lose

Some were born to sing the blues!

Oh the movie never ends

It goes on and on, and on, and on!”

The pulse of the music had led you to roll yourself up in his arm, nestling against his chest perfectly. Hizashi’s heart stuttered again and this time, his voice wavered with it. The first time he had embraced you, his world had frozen in time as the soulmate bond took root between you two. But there in that sleek private karaoke room, you both were fully present and he was able to drink in every feeling. Holding you close, gravity felt more like a suggestion rather than a law. He could have floated there in your orbit, a swollen moon that beamed its light with glee until the sun grew cold.

When he held you that close, he could feel your hearts beating in time, falling away from their own rhythms to intertwine with one another. Every moment meshed up perfectly, puzzle pieces falling into place where they were always meant to be. Where you were always meant to be. Mic squeezed you tighter, as if he were worried you would slip away from him. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply of the perfume you had spritzed on for the evening. The coarse hairs of his moustache whispered at your skin along with the tease of his hot breath.

“You make it hard for me to keep my head on straight, baby.” Hizashi told you in a low voice, pressing his mouth to your throat, “You’re so damn gorgeous.”

You turn your head so you can stare up into his enchanting emerald eyes, “Why would I want you to do that?” you asked him with a playful tone but the nervous quiver couldn’t quite be kept out of your voice.

The pro hero chuckled and nuzzled his face against you before pressing a sensuous kiss to your neck, “I can get pretty wild…”

“It’s part of your charm.” letting out a quiet sigh at the feel of his lips whispering along your skin.

The arm that held you squeezed tighter at your reply. It was a possessive gesture but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Hizashi reveled in the feel of your body relaxing against his, nearly melting against him. The first taste of your surrender to him was heavenly and far more perfect than he ever could have imagined. It suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea how he had gone so long without you, gone so long with that gaping hole in his chest that he didn’t even know just how big it had been.

And that had him filling with dread, the intrusive thought of you vanishing from his life forever, opening it’s cruel jaws and swallowing his heart. And that greedy bite would take away more than what he had, leaving his chest as nothing but a home for dust, cobwebs and memories of what could have been. But the two of you were soulmates and if he felt this way, Hizashi was sure that you must too. Right?

You turned your head to the side so you could meet his gaze and it was enough to knock the breath out of him. With the music of the karaoke still rolling, choired voices singing “Don’t stop believin’.” twisting until they were little more than an echoed backdrop to the scene. Calling your eyes a color was not enough to him and failed to capture even a spark of what he could see in their depths. There was a warmth to them, like a cup of hot coffee to hold close on a winter day, a comfort to cling to. And Hizashi knew that you were worth clinging to.

“Careful…” he told you in a low murmur, verdant green boring into you, “Make me fall too hard too quick and I may start to get jealous from others just looking at you.”

Any retort that hard started bubbling up on your lips was silenced abruptly by a kiss from him. It was a gesture that strayed far from innocent intentions but had yet to cross into the borders of intoxicating sexual desire. No this was a kiss muddled with a possessive need, butterflies churning in your gut and a fear that you would be taken away. This was a brush of hot coals to your nerves, a smoulder that could last for hours and it easily stoked the flames of your confidence. Hizashi’s intensity, passion and note of possessive nature made you feel wanted and attractive.

That was the kind of kiss that you could get behind.

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Hizashi’s personality was not the only bold and colorful thing about him. It wasn’t anything like a sprawling mansion but it was very spacious and had plenty of room to stretch out. The extra room allowed him the liberty to step away from more traditional Japanese furnishing that was designed to be both stylish and utilize the space as optimally as possible. And he had elected to have his home inspired from the american 60s retro look. Funky patterned wallpaper could be found as at least an accent wall in nearly every room. There was an abundance of fire engine reds, toasty oranges, deepened yellows that fell just shy of being called dark gold and plenty of accents of dark tan, creamy white and even black.

Even his refrigerator was that bright red and on it’s own it helped bring a lot of life to the kitchen. The living room even had a shag rug that was settled beneath the old coffee table. And you had noticed that Hizashi had more than a few lava lamps around the home, which seemed to suit him well. There was one wall in nearly every room barring the kitchen lavished with vinyl records, many of them in frames and there were many more posters of various bands in many different cultures. Some were even blazoned with the tell tale streak of sharpie marker, twisting into distinct autographs though you weren’t familiar with most of them.

“Wow.” you sighed in between bites of the savory unagi and steamed rice, “You are a man of many talents. If this is how you cook normally then you may have to throw me out yourself.”

Hizashi offered a large grin, delight dancing deep in those forest eyes, “It really gets me jazzed up that you like it!. I made it special for you!” the point of his chin settled into the palm of his hand, elbow propped up against the table, “And I’d never throw you out! You can stay forever.”

A moment of silence passed over you. Once you had watched some sort of gymnastic performance video clip on social media with a friend.. The set had been incredibly well executed, packed with hand springs, somersaults, rolls and flips with perfect accuracy. Almost. The gymnast had performed everything flawlessly until she fumbled her landing on the final somersault and staggered across the mat. She didn’t fall but the mistake pulled her victory out of her grasp. That performance was how Hizashi’s reply had felt. Every syllable and inflection was with perfect enthusiasm and inflection. Until the word ‘forever’. It landed just a little wrong, not a complete wipe out but enough that it had your brows knitting together for a moment.

You told yourself you were reading too much into it and set back to enjoying your food.

“We only just met a few weeks ago.” you laughed softly, “You aren’t sick of me yet?”

It had been told as a joke and as a way to push off some of the uncomfortable churning in your gut you had from just a few moments prior. But Hizashi took that question with the utmost seriousness. The mischief faded quickly, his blonde brows drawing together and his mouth twisting into a frown. While you didn’t know it, Mic felt a powerful pulse of anger in his chest at that joke. Who had made you feel like that? Who had gotten that thought into your pretty head that you could be anything other than a joy? He quickly reached out his hand and took your wrist in his grasp, pulling your arm towards him.

“Never.” he told you in a soft tone you were shocked he dipped down to.

Warm lips pressed soft kisses to your fingertips, not a single one left out on your hand. Hizashi’s mouth met your palm then, the hairs of his moustache tickling pleasantly against your skin. Warmth curled inside of your chest, wrapping around your heart in a way that made your breath hitch in your chest. His blonde hair was down tonight and he looked way more attractive, silken spun sunshine sweeping down his back and shoulders. It brushed against your knuckles as he guided your hand forward more so he could press his cheek into your warm palm.

All thoughts of the ominous comment of staying forever was swiftly blown away from you, scattered like dandelion seeds in a hard wind and carried off to take root somewhere else. Instead affection and tenderness grew inside of your chest, a pleasant sigh escaped you. Hizashi then peppered the sensitive skin of your inner wrist with fleeting kisses, lavishing the very pulse of your life with the swelling of his love that he had lost control over.

“You’re my soulmate.” he murmured to you, pressing his face even more against your hand, “And I will never get sick of you. Baby, you don’t seem to know just how amazing it was to find you.” Forest fern eyes squeezed shut as he clung to you, “When some of my friends started finding their soulmates, leaving me as one of the few I knew who hadn’t. I thought I’d never find mine. Or worse, I started to think maybe I just wouldn’t have one at all, that there really wasn’t a match for me or that I wasn’t good enough for one.”

“Mic…” you whispered softly, almost painfully as you drank up the worries and fears he was offering you.

“Please….” The ridge of his nose grazed along your skin as he turned his face just a little more into your hand. Those verdant eyes opened and flicked to the side before staring deeply into your own, “Hizashi…Call me Hizashi.”

You nodded breathlessly, feeling your heart skip in your chest. It was faster than you had expected but you weren’t upset. But across the table you had no idea what kind of storm was building inside of the pro hero. Since the connection the whispers of doubt and fears that you would be taken from him or that you wouldn’t feel the same way tormented him with increasing intensity with every day that passed. And when you obliged, letting his name fall from your lips, it was possibly one of the best sounds he’d ever heard. His name had never sounded better than when it graced your lips and tongue.

“I never thought I’d find you, angel. And I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to have someone so gorgeous. Shit…Guess that’s why it scares me too. That somehow you’ll just be…gone. Like maybe the bond only attached in me and not in you-that does happen sometimes. Or something will take you away. Or someone.” Hizashi screwed his eyes shut against a tidal wave of memories and trauma from his hero work washing over him, “Do you know just how many villains and criminals are in this city? And not even the small time guys. They’d fuck you up. Someone could follow you home, even. Your lock isn’t very good and it could easily be picked and that could be the end of everything.”

Nausea slammed almost bodily into you, like you had been hit by a truck, “Hizashi….how do you know what kind of lock I have?”

Silence.

But this was more than just quiet. The room had become more than just the absence of sound in that moment. The vacuum of realization and fear had opened its gaping mouth to swallow up everything. You couldn’t even breathe as you stared at him and watched as he locked his gaze onto yours. Glimmering green darkened then, pulling a strangled gasp from you and a tug of your arm. The hero would not let go.

“H-how do you know that?” you asked again, louder this time and rising from your chair.

Hizashi rose with you, pulling his face away from your palm but still keeping a firm grip on your wrist, “You’re my soulmate. I had to make sure you stayed safe.”

It was a statement made as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And to him it was. Naturally he had to see where you lived so he could keep an eye on crime in the area. And he had to see just how secure your home was and he had been frightfully disappointed when he found that the locks were pitiful and would hardly be able to keep out anyone who had basic lock picking skills.

“By following me?!” your voice rose in pitch, fear starting to sink its claws into you, “Are you crazy?! Let me go, I’m going home!”

“No.”

Hizashi’s voice was short and firm. It was a voice you would use more on an unruly child than someone you were dating. But the hero had to take charge. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you and he wasn’t going to let you run from him to hide in that apartment that would never keep you safe. When you gave another tug on your arm, he responded with a pull of his own after stepping away from the table. Because of all the time he spent in the studio and broadcasting, it had been easy to forget that he was still a Pro hero who did field work. And that made him much stronger than you.

You were gathered up against his chest, both of his arms wrapping around you to keep you imprisoned against him. As you struggled to get free, you could feel his musculature again and feel that he wasn’t exerting all that much force to keep you restrained. The blonde noticed that you realized you wouldn’t be able to break free so instead you opened your mouth to let out a scream for help in the hopes of rescue. Despite the circumstances, Hizashi couldn’t help but give in to a temptation that appeared before him.

A hand tangled into your hair and pulled firmly, mixing your scream with a pained cry before he crushed his lips to yours. The kiss easily swallowed up any pleas for help that you had tried to release and soon his tongue was delving to explore you.. Even at a time like this, Mic made sure to lavish you with his best and most breath-taking touches, swallowing up your whimpers which shuddered down into moans before his ardor. He was persistent enough that your head grew fuzzy and the apartment spun dangerously around you. For a delirious moment, it was like he had kissed you passionately enough to make you dizzy.

“No one will hear you.” Hizashi told you breathlessly, “When I bought this house I made sure to have it equipped with soundproofing materials. With my Quirk I wanted to make it so I wouldn’t do much damage or wake up any neighbors.”

Your mouth felt desert dry, the surface of your tongue almost like sandpaper. When you swayed dangerously on your feet, the voice hero held you, keeping you steady and upright. Thinking in complete sentences became harder and harder as your head seemed to fill up with cotton.

“What did you,” you slurred out, “do to me?”

“Shhh, don’t fight it, angel.” a hand cradled the back of your head, “Just relax. Sleep….”

Every thought that could have taken flight turned to lead, dropping sharply out of your grasp. There was nothing that you could grab hold of to keep any one thought tethered to you. Soon everything was almost weightless. Drifting on a floating current of Hizashi’s hands, the world was fading away from you when he lifted you into his arms. The last thing you were aware of was his mouth pressing against yours in a final kiss.  

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It had never really been his style to sit in silence and think. That was an activity he had always left to Aizawa and then Hizashi would take the chance to disturb him as a form of amusement. But as he cradled your unconscious body in his arms, he found himself indulging in it and allowing every inch of you to entrance him. The shape of your mouth alone was bewitching, silently pleading with him to taste you or compose symphonies for him to pull from those delectable lips.

Hizashi tightened his hold on your frame before setting off towards the place he would be keeping you for a long time: his furnished basement.

This was where he had set up his room, the furthest down from his neighbors and also the very space he had invested the most into sound proofing. The hazards of his Quirk were already strong enough, but in a space he was more likely to have his own play time and partners? It was a guarantee that things would be much louder, particularly since Hizashi adored making his partners scream their pleasure.

When he set you down on the bed, he took a moment to study your prone form once more. Fingertips drew roadmaps along the edges of your body, carefully tracing every curve and bend for him to memorize. The column of your throat was an open invitation for him to kiss, to grab, to feel the flicker of your pulse beneath his hand. The steady rise and fall of your chest was a siren’s call and the swell of your thighs was a warm welcome back home. You were so fucking perfect.

“And all mine…” he said in a hoarse whisper, looping the length of shibari rope around your wrists before tying them to his headboard.

The drug he had fed you wouldn’t keep you completely unconscious for long, but it would be long enough to ensure you wouldn’t be running away from him. And long enough for him to move to the next step of his plan. A pack of ammonia smelling salts was waiting on his bedside table along with a small bottle filled with a pale blue liquid. Hizashi shifted so he was straddling your hips before opening the bottle and taking a small mouthful. The smelling salts had a strong enough stench to make his eyes water but they did the job that they needed to do and started rousing you from unconsciousness.

“Mmmm…Hiza….shi?” you murmured sleepily, eyes barely open and glazed over.

The warmth of your skin welcomed him gladly as he leaned over you, lowering his golden head until he captured your lips in another kiss. Your head would still be foggy, suspended in a state of consciousness but not fully coherent or alert. And it was that state that allowed him to plunge his tongue into your mouth and let the new concoction he held in his mouth flow down into yours.

“Good girl.” he whispered against your soft lips when you swallowed, “That’s my good girl.”

“Where am I?” came your quiet and lethargic voice.

Hizashi saw fit to answer you with another kiss feeding you another mouthful of the pale blue liquid. A moan curled around your tongue and in the back of your throat when he lingered, stealing more time to kiss you and to glide his hands along your torso. He damn near lost his control when he pulled back and you gave a sleepy whine in complaint.

“Safe.” the zipper on the front of your cute black dress winked at him temptingly, “With me.” Slowly, those dexterous fingers of his worked it down until the fabric of your dress was nothing but another stretch of cloth beneath you. Hizashi whistled lowly, “Damn babe…did you wear this for me?”

Even drowsy, you squirmed weakly in embarrassment, your skin growing warm quickly, “Yeah…..’Zashi? Wh-what’s hap-”

The question was cut short again, the hero slowly slipping another sip of his potion, the last little bit he had to give you. And just like before, you swallowed it, brows furrowed in confusion. Hizashi greedily soaked in the moment, knowing that eventually you were going to remember everything and he wanted to savor you soft, submissive and subdued beneath him. The sight of you, his perfect angel, tied to his bed and clad in an erotic lingerie ensemble with the prettiest lace had that possessive feeling in his chest tighten.

“Soul mate bonds are deepened after sex and intimate moments.” A single finger traced a path down your throat before dragging slowly along the edge of the bra cup before settling a hand over your breast to knead, “I’m going to make you love me.”

There was the tiniest flicker of understanding in your eyes as you soaked in what he said before you swallowed thickly, “What’d you make me drink?”

A soft smile crossed on his lips, his other hand giving a squeeze to your neglected breast. Heat rose up to your skin, like it had been called by his touch. And with the rising of that intense warmth came the sinking of your head, lolling back as you uttered out another soft moan. Hizashi felt his erection throb almost painfully in response.

“Something to help you.” came his almost comforting whisper, “An aphrodisiac. You’ll hate me but you’ll learn.” A tender kiss was pressed to the line of your jaw, “One day you’ll forgive me. Just like one day you’ll love me.”

Hizashi shifted so the length of his body was pressed against yours, nestling his still clothed erection against you, right between your legs. A frightened whimper was the reply you gave him before he crashed his mouth back down onto yours, hips rocking once against you in need. With the power of two different drugs coursing through your system, resistance was nothing more than the last embers of a dying fire trying to rekindle to flame.

No matter how much you squirmed or struggled, you were his and he wasn’t going to let you go. Present Mic had a taste of the nectar and heaven that the bond could have offered him and it was enough to have him drowning in it. Soulmates. It was a foundation that most built their fantasies on and dreamed away, waiting to be whisked away into their ideal romance. But too few ever really talked about the uglier side.

We aren't always brought together by that little red thread. Sometimes we're strangled by it.

[fluffypro]

The Office Season 4 Fan Script A Corporate Christmas

Jim and Dwight are sitting at their desks. Jim has a paper mâché pine tree on his desk.

Dwight: Jim! How many times do I have to tell you to keep your stuff on your side? The branches on this miniature tree are sticking right over my desk. It's covering my bobbleheads.

Jim: Don't you have the Christmas spirit, Dwight?

Dwight: I have the spirit of a farmer and I know when a plant needs to be trimmed.

Dwight grabs a pair of scissors.

Pam's eyes widen.

Jim: Pam made that for me.

Dwight puts the scissors down and gently moves the tree away from his desk.

Jim: Careful Dwight, you need to be nice. Santa is watching.

Dwight: It's very impressive if an imaginary person is watching me.

Santa walks into the room.

              Santa: Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! Has everyone been good this year?

              Jim: See! I told you. He's real.

              Dwight: That's just Michael…

Dwight looks in Michael's office and he is there.

Santa goes up to reception.

Santa (flirty): What about you, young lady? Have you been naughty or nice?

Pam: Um Nice.

Santa: I'm sure you have been naughty too.

Pam: I've been very nice to my boyfriend Jim.

Santa: Oh...

Jim (Talking Head): I called the Scholastic Speakers of Pennsylvania, and it turns out they also have Santa Claus. I had no idea that Santa moonlights as Ben Franklin for the rest of the year.

Pam (Talking Head): You flirt with Bengimen Franklin once and It comes back to haunt you.

Santa walks up to Dwight.

              Santa: Merry Christmas Dwight. Have you been good to your cousin Mose?

              Dwight: That is personal information how do you know that?

Dwight (Talking Head): I am very careful about any of my personal information leaking out to strangers. I always keep my driver’s license on me but, but in a secret place. Hint: It is not in my wallet. (Dwight smiles)

Santa: I know because Santa knows everything.

Dwight: Wait a minute. Are you wearing bifocals?

Santa: Yes, they help me see all the good boys and girls.

Dwight: You're not Santa. You're Ben Franklin! I knew it!

Dwight (Talking Head): Many things are real and many that are not real. Being the reincarnation of Benjamin Franklin is one thing, but also having the ability to deliver toys to kids all around the world? That's just ridiculous.

 The theme song plays.

 There is a party planning meeting in the conference room.

Angela: We need a theme for next Friday's Christmas party. Does anyone have any suggestions?

Phyliss: Why bother suggesting when you are just going to shoot it down and say it's whorish?

Meredith: Why can't the theme be Christmas?

Angela: May heaven help you.

Phyllis: See this is exactly what I'm talking about.

Pam: I made drawings of everyone in the office as snowmen. It might be cool to hang them up and make a snowman theme.

Meridith: That sounds great. Just give my snowman a beer.

Angela: You want to take the birth of baby Jesus and celebrate an abomination made of snow pretending to be human.

Pam: I'm not sure if anyone else sees snowmen the way you do.

Kelly: The only abomination would be is if there was a snowman that looked like Ryan. Wait I just pictured it and he's still hot.

Pam: Aren't you dating Darryl?

Kelly: Darryl would be a hot snowman too.

Michael: Ladies, we need to focus. This is our most important meeting of the year. Ryan would look hot as a snowman though.

Phyliss: I think a Moroccan Christmas would be a fun idea. Bob Vance did it last year and it was a hit.

Michael: Mo Rocca. I love him. He's in all those "I Love The" shows. What a wonderful idea to have someone who stars in a show about love during the season of love.

Pam: I thought that was valentine’s day.

Angela (Talking Head): Phyliss doesn't like it when I shoot down her ideas, but this is what happens when she has ideas.

Phyliss: That's not what I said…

Angela: Maybe we should discuss this more.

Michael: Nope! We need Mo and Mo Christmas.  Mo Rocca Christmas! Mo Problems. I mean fewer problems. Mo Christmas Mo money. Get on it ladies.

Michael (Talking Head): It's been a rough year. We lost our angel Ryan and have gained a devil who is also Ryan. Maybe Ryan was always a wolf in sheep's clothing. Sheep have wool and wool is made of sweaters. Maybe Ryan is a wolf in a sweater. Who's to say though that under the sweater and the wolf suit is another sheep? Ryan could just be a sheep in wolf clothing in sheep's clothing. I also once said he was a fish in a pond. Maybe under that sweater, under the wolf outfit, and the sheep outfit, there is a fish. Also Jan. I'm letting Jan stay at the condo until she finds a new place. I'm keeping my distance right now. It's my present to her. Leaving her in my condo…  alone… with all my stuff…

 Creed is in accounting to visit Angela.

              Creed: Hey Pumpkin.

              Kevin: Hey! How come we aren't allowed to call you Pumpkin?

              Angela: I never said anyone could call me Pumpkin.

              Oscar: Whatever you say Pumpkin.

              Angela: No nicknames. I can't give Andy any ideas.

Oscar: Jim told me that he calls him Tuna because he ate a sandwich. I think Andy gives himself ideas.

Creed: Who's Jim?

Oscar: For Pete's sake Creed he's been here for years. The tall guy who used to have shaggy hair, but thankfully he cut it, and he's very needy for attention because he makes way too many jokes.

Creed: Oh no. You mean Tim. The gay guy I want to fix my daughter up with.

Oscar: Everything you said is wrong.

Creed: No, I have a daughter and that's why I'm here.

Kevin: Aren't you here because you are getting paid to be here?

Creed: Who told you someone was paying me?

Kevin: We all get paid.

Creed: You're all in on this?

Kevin: Yeah, we are all here.

Creed: This thing is bigger than I thought.

Kevin: That's what she…

Angela: Kevin! I hear those words enough from Michael. What do you want Creed?

Creed: Some hats, nothing as fancy as a top hat, but classier than a baseball cap. I would also like pizza rolls, with pineapple in them. She also likes peach pie like her old man.

Angela: Who's she?

Creed: My daughter, is going to be in town during our Christmas party. Geez, Armada you don't pay attention.

Angela: I must make enough for one extra person?

Creed: It's the most important day of the year.

Oscar: Ah yes Christmas eve eve eve eve eve. A time to spend one last moment with your co-workers, before you get to finally be free for a couple of weeks.

Angela: Ok fine, but only Christmas hats and pizza rolls are not merry enough. Lucky for you Peach Pie will fit with the rest of the menu.

Creed: Thanks Angola you won't regret it.

Angela: I think I will.

 Michael gets a phone call in his office.

              Michael: Hello ho ho David how are you doing today?

David: I'm doing just great Michael. I was just wondering if you had any plans for next Friday.

Michael: I don't believe I do why?

David: I wanted to know if you wanted to come to the corporate Christmas party.

Michael: This is Michael Scott.

David: Yes Michael. I know.

Michael: I'm finally invited this time.

David: Yes.

Michael: At a physical location?

David: Yeah. There will be ice skating and karaoke. I remember Jan saying you are quite the Hockey player. Maybe we can play a game.

Michael: It's the nicest thing she said about me. She would say that because I am.

David: Great. Well, I hope I can see both you and Jim there. You can also bring a plus one.

Michael: Ok David I will be sure to let Jim know.

David: I can't wait to see you there bye Michael.

Michael: Wow. The last cooperate party was kind of a bust for me. Mostly because I wasn't there. Also, I may have committed a crime. Luckily no charges were pressed. It's good that pressing charges doesn't involve pressing a button because that would be fun. Everyone would be pressing changes. Anyways should be good. I will just try not to kidnap someone. Not that I would… Again…

David (Talking head): I felt bad Ryan didn't invite Michael to the last party. Honestly, I feel like he's earned it. He stood up for the company and stood up to Jan. That is not an easy task. I do think he needs to work on his leadership and decision-making skills, but maybe some positive reinforcement will be good for him.

Ryan (Talking Head): David had this idea to invite Michael to the corporate party. Michael. I'm not sure if David remembers who Michael is. Unfortunately, I'm not in a high enough position to uninvite Michael.

Friday. It's the office Christmas party and Mo Rocca's head is everywhere combined with Christmas stuff. Michael is talking to angela in accounting.

Angela: I hope everything is to your liking, Michael. We have a face of a man plastered all over the office. I still have no idea who he is.

Michael: Everything looks great Angela, by the way, I will be leaving early.

Angela: What?

Michael: Yeah, I wrote you a note explaining everything. I told Pam to give it to you.

Pam: No, you didn't. Did you check your desk?

Pam (Talking head): Michael always leaves sticky notes for me to pass around the office, but he always ends up keeping them on the desk instead of giving them to me to message people.

Michael: Oh, I forgot. Jim, did you want to come with me?

Jim: Yeah, sounds fun.

Michael: Really?

Jim: Yes, Michael I'd love to go.

Jim (Talking head): Yeah, it's kind of last minute but sounds like a good party. David is going to be there. He's a great listener if I have an opinion on something. If there are any recent changes, I'm not happy with he will at least hear me out even if it doesn't change anything.

Angela: How many people are going to be staying for the party that I spent ages working on?

Michael: Relax, Angela it's just me and Jim. Wait, Pam, you can be Jim's plus one.

Pam: Ok. I'm sorry I'm going to miss your party, Angela.

Angela: Seriously? I do all this work and half of the office is not even going to be here.

Michael: Wow you seem angrier at me than Jan. That reminds me I should get my own plus one since she is not an option.

Angela: Take Andy.

Andy: But Ange. I was going to sing a song just for you called Angela we have heard on high.

Angela: I think I got the idea. Also, no nicknames.

Angela (Talking head): I am very much fond of my growing tolerance for Andy, but today is the day that I'd rather have him not with me than with me.

Tobey: I hope you have a good time, Michael.

Michael: Ah, Tobey that reminds me I need to give you your present.

Tobey: Wow Michael that is very thoughtful.

Michael hands Tobey a pile of paper.

Toby (reading): I Tobius Flenderson vow to be less of a buzz kill next year…

Michael: It's a 200-page document I expect all the pages signed when I get back.

Tobey (Talking head): I know it's a joke, but it is something to read and I'd probably be filling out actual paperwork anyway, so why not.

Michael: Well, that's all I needed to do before I left. Jim, Pam, and Andy. I'll meet you guys outside.

Pam: I call shotgun!

Michael: Dang it!

Pam (Talking head): Michael hasn't had the best of luck with cars. I knew he was going to want to ride with me and Jim in his car.

 The Mo Rocca Christmas is kicking off in the conference room. Creed walks in with his daughter. She is played by Gillian Jacobs because I said so.

              Creed: Hey gang this is my daughter Naimwiheld.

              Oscar: Are you having her name withheld in front of the doc crew or is that her real name?

Creed: Yes.

Namey: You can call me Namey for short.

Oscar: It's nice to meet you, Namey.

Namey (Talking head): It's nice to visit my dad. Things weren't going well in Mexico, so I'm on my way to Canada right now, so fingers crossed. This isn't being aired anywhere, right?

Voice: We might make a deal with PBS eventually.

Namey (Talking head still): Oh good no one will see that.

Still at the Party.

Creed: What is with all the Harry Potter stuff?

Namey: That's not Harry Potter Dad. Harry has green eyes like his mother. Unless you are talking about the movies Harry's eyes are…

Dwight: Blue. It's nice to meet another Potter Head.

Namey: Yeah, I'm also a Potter head without the e and r at the end.

Dwight: What is a Hairy Pot about? I never read that book before.

Namey (Laughing): Hairy Pot good one. Would you clean a hairy pot with shampoo or dish soap?

Dwight: The best way to clean everything is with my signature beet soap, but it does tend to leave a red stain. So, you have to also clean it with normal soap. It guarantees you wash everything twice.

Namey: Wow you make soap?

Dwight: I make everything.

Creed is running off with a reef in the background.

Dwight (Talking head): My goal is to become the George Washington Carver of beets. My Ex was never fond of this idea. She used to yell at me for playing with beets when she babysat me.

 Michael, Pam, Andy, and Jim are on their way to the corporate party. Michael and Andy are in the back of Jim's car.

              Michael: Daddy? Can we go to the zoo?

              Jim: You should maybe think a minute before you call me Daddy.

              Michael: If Daddy won't take me to the zoo maybe Mommy will?

              Pam: Mommy wants you to play the quiet game.

              Andy: Mi-coal you are lucky to have a Mommy and Daddy. I have no Mommy and Daddy.

              Michael: Where did your Mommy and Daddy go?

              Andy: I don't know. I've lived in an orphanage all my life, but I always have hope for (singing)                          

Tomorrow, tomorrow. I'll Love ya tomorrow. You're only a…

Michael's phone starts ringing.  

              Jim: Thank Goodness.

              Michael: Hey Jan.

              Pam: I don't think we should be thankful yet.

Michael: Did you find a place yet?... Yeah, it's good to start packing anyways… I need the house empty so I can shoot stuff for threat level midnight… You seemed to like the idea when we were together… I just don't know if I need that many musical numbers… That is a big moment in the film where scan gets his confidence back… It just doesn't stand out as much if Jasmine sings every scene… I'm not trying to cut you I'm not… I'm on my way to go to a party with David Wallice… I know… You're the one that wanted to sue him when you had no case… Well, everyone else seemed to think… You can't be mad at me for having friends… He said I was a nice guy… He said I'm doing a good job… I just wasn't good for the other job… Well, Ryan is not that great either… He is hot, but…  It's been a rough year I deserve this… Oh well, what do you think I deserve?... Oh… uh huh… That's honest… Mmmm… Hmmm... Ok well bye…

Silence in the car. Michael holds back tears.

              Andy: DAAAAY AAAAAA WAAAAAAYYYYY! Sorry… I… just had to finish it.

 Dwight is announcing something in the conference room.

Dwight: Attention everyone. Michael has made a special end-of-the-year video for all of you. Please pay attention. With Michael not here there will be a quiz afterward.

Dwight turns on the video.

Michael (narrating): It's I love Dunder Mifflin where we talk about everything, we loved about working at Dunder Mifflin this year.

Michael is filming various office members.

Michael (Filming Meridith): What was your favorite thing about working at Dunder Mifflin this year?

Meridith: I liked when you hit me with your car.

Michael: Because that was the moment, I cured you of rabies.

Michael (Talking to Stanley): What did you like about working at Dunder Mifflin?

Stanley: I was delighted for you to have me work on "Threat Level Midnight".

Stanley (Talking head by the doc crew not part of the video): Yeah, Michael gave me a role as one of the villains in his movie. It's nice to have my first speaking role. I was an extra in Philadelphia. Best day of my life. I was paid to sit all day. Michael is also having me narrate. Sometimes I tell him I'm recording, and I take a nap in the closet. This has truly been my best year.

Michael (Talking to Phillis): Phillis you had a great year, didn't you?

Phillis: I did. It was wonderful. I got to marry Bob Vance.

Michael: I was also part of your wedding.

Phillis: Yeah. That happened.

Michael: I also helped you when you were startled by that flasher. We had a fun trip at the mall.

Phillis: Pam said you made fun of me when I left the room that day.

Michael: I wasn't making fun of you. I was trying to uplift the office after a tragedy.

Dwight: I quit this year, but Michael told me how much I meant to him, and I returned.

Michael: He means as an employee of our little family.Not in a guy-on-guy way.

Michael: Pamela what did you like about this year?

Pam: I'm happy that I and Jim started dating. It's been great.

Michael: Anything about me?

Pam: I'm glad we didn't go to jail for kidnapping.

Michael: I saved that child's life that day.

Tobey: Hey Michael. Are you shooting a video? I heard you were asking people about this year. I thought you handled the deposition and getting a raise very well.

Michael: I'm here to interview Kelly.

Tobey: Oh…

Kelly: This year was awesome, well except for when Ryan broke up with me.

Michael: He left his temp job so he broke up with me too.

Kelly: What's up with all those black suits he's wearing now? Is he like a business goth?

Michael: Here comes the Ryan in black. He won't let you remember. Just bounce with me.

Kelly: He'd be doing us a favor if he erased our memory of him. Anyways I'm with Daryl now, and things are fantastic.

Michael: Jim, what's your favorite thing this year? I bet it's getting to hook up with Pam.

Jim: Who's Pam?

Michael: She's right there.

Jim: Hi my name is Jim.

Pam: It's nice to meet you, Jim.

Jim: She seems cute.

Michael: Creed what did you think of this year?

Creed: What do you know about this year?

Michael: You helped save the company by exposing the source of the watermark.

Creed: Yes, I did that. Poor Debbie Brown.

Michael: A heroic sacrifice indeed.

Creed: Thanks, boss.

              Michael: Andy what did you think of this year?

              Andy: I'm not just going to tell you. I'm going to sing it to you. Ooooooohhhhh.

Andy's song gets cut off.

              Michael: Hey Accounting how was your year?

              Kevin: I don't want to talk about it.

              Oscar: My favorite part of the year is working with Kevin. Things will improve buddy.

              Kevin: Thanks, man.

              Michael: Angela I bet your favorite thing this year is starting to date Andy.

              Angela: That is a thing that happened this year.

Michael: This year has been a year. Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months and minutes and seconds later you have a year at some point. Time is a thing that just goes. You can't stop it. You wish it would stop, but it's time. If your clock breaks there is another clock. Clocks have hands and time will always give you a hand. I must hand it to everyone for having a great year.

The video ends with a Mo Rocca clip dubbed by Michael.

              Mo Rocca: Hey everybody I love Dunder Mifflin. Have a merry Christmas and a happy new year.

Creed was stealing a Christmas tree when they watched the video. Dwight turns off the video.

Dwight: OK the video is over now back to the party.

Angela: Wait. I also have an announcement to make. Due to Michael's horrible planning, the gift exchange will be moved to when we return in January.

Kevin: Wait, I don’t get my present this year.

Angela: I’m sorry Kevin, but it just won’t work. I had Jim, so Jim wouldn’t get what I got her until next year anyways. Pam had me and she wouldn’t be able to see my face of disapproval when I open it.

Kevin (Talking head): I forgot to buy Pam her secret Santa present this year. I guess I have more time.

Namey: Wow. I like how you introduced that video. You are so demanding like Dumbledore.

Dwight: Well I am Dumbledore's assistant. At least I was until tall skinny big nosed Snape took it.  Curse Jim and his magnificent nose.

Namey: I think I'm missing something. Was there an 8th book?  

Dwight: No. This is a tragic reality.

Namey: You get to have more fun when you're not the authority figure anyways. You can go on adventures and not just make all the boring speeches.

Dwight: Perhaps.

 Michael, Andy, Jim, and Pam enter the corporate party.

              Kendal: Hey Michael. How are you?

Michael: I'm doing ok. You've seen Jim before and this is Pam and Andy.

David: Kendel what are you doing?

Kendel: I'm just saying hi to Michael.

David: He just got here, Kendal. Give the man some space. Go to the bar maybe you'll learn to relax a little. Michael, how are you doing? It's great to see you.

Michael: … I'm here.

David: Jim it's great to see you. I'm sorry things didn't work out.

Jim: Well, you have Ryan.

David: Yeah. He is buzzing about that new website of his.

Pam: I bet Jim would've probably come up with something even better.

David: I'm sure he would have but the important thing is, are you happy?

Jim: Yeah. I've got everything I wanted.

David: That's great. Can I get you guys a drink?

Andy: The question is can I get you a drink?

David: It's in my hand right here.

Michael: Do you have hot cocoa.?

David: Yeah and there are all sorts of flavorings, creamers, and candy you can add to it. I know you have quite a sweet tooth.

Michael: I'll just have cocoa

David: Ok right this way. Have you guys seen Ryan yet? I swore I just saw him.

Ryan is hiding behind a Christmas tree.

Ryan (talking head): Michael embarrassed me from miles away at the last party. There is no telling what he can do in person.

 Angela brings out a ham to the conference room.

              Angela: We have a special treat this year. I baked this ham at my house and brought it here.

              Kevin: Where is the pizza?

              Stanley: I don't care what I eat it's not every day we get free food.

              Phillis: I thought that all the food was a play on the word Mo like the Mo fins?

              Creed: I thought Ham was our receptionist.

              Angela: Let's just cut the ham.

              Dwight: I got the perfect thing to cut it with.

Dwight grabs a samurai sword hidden under the conference and cuts the ham, Dwight.

              Dwight: Gaaahhhh!

              Angela: Dwight! You aren't supposed to have any more weapons. Where's Toby?

 Tobey is in the annex filling out Michaels's form.

              Tobey: This is a lot more detailed than I expected.

 Dwight is admiring his sword.

Namey: Great swordplay back there.

Dwight: Thank you.

Namey: I know how to handle a big sword myself.

Dwight: Oh Really?

Namey: Look we are standing under the mistletoe.

Dwight: It's the mistle Mo.

The mistle Mo is a mistletoe with Mo Rocca's face on it. Dwight and Namey Kiss under it.

Stanley is sitting at his desk working on a crossword. Creed walks up to him.

              Stanley: You're here to steal my Mo men, aren't you?

Stanley has little snowmen with glasses on his desk.

              Creed: Yes.

              Stanley: Go ahead.

Stanley: I don't even know who Mo Rocca is, but even if I did I probably still wouldn't care.

 Michael and Andy are picking a karaoke song.

              Michael: are you sure we should sing that song, Andy?

              Andy: We have no choice it's the only Christmas duet.

              Michael: We could not have a duet. I'm not even sure if I feel like going up.

              Andy: I would love my voice to make a voice baby with your voice.

              Michael: That does not sell me on this duet idea Andy.

              Andy: Aw let's go, Michael. It'll be like you're an honorary member of Here comes treble.

              Michael: Hmm… It would be nice to have a college experience.

              Andy: All right Mikey and the nard dog!

 Jim and Pam are talking a little further away.

              Pam: Why don't you just tell David what you think?

Jim: I don't know I'm just looking for the perfect timing. I'm not even sure if he'd want to hear it.

Pam: He seems to have a lot of respect for you. Just go up to him and say Ryan's website isn't working.

              Jim: I want to make sure Ryan's not around. You could distract him.

              Pam: I can seduce him. Maybe talk about Beyonce. It seems to work for Kelly.

              Jim: He did try to ask you out.

              Pam: Yeah, I deeply regret saying no.

              Jim: See this is your chance.

              Pam: You might lose me if I do this Halpert.

Jim: That's a risk I'm willing to take.

Pam: Or you could just walk up to him while he is standing right there?

Jim: Well, when you make it sound easy.

Jim approaches David Wallace, but Ryan comes out of nowhere.

              Ryan: Getting a little taste of corporate life aren't you, Jim?

              Jim: I'm getting a taste of a party.

              Ryan: Don't get too attached you had your chance.

              Jim: Well, there are still some spots open for karaoke and I haven't gone ice skating yet.

              Ryan: Yeah, relax have a good time it's a party! This is the closest you are getting to here.

              Jim: It's the closest I want to be here.

              Jim (Talking head): Well I tried…

Jim walks back to Pam.

              Pam: Not so good huh?

              Jim: He just comes out of nowhere.

              Pam: You'll get there. He's probably hiding from Michael, so it's harder to keep track of him.

 Michael and Andy sing a song.

              Andy: Ho ho how are you all doing? I'm going to sing a little ditty with my man Michael Scott!

              Michael (Singing): I really can't stay.

              Andy: But baby it's cold outside.

              Michael: I've got to go away.

              Andy: But baby it's cold outside.

              Michael: I told you I want to leave!

Michael walks off the stage.

Andy: Remember you don't have to do what the man wants. You always have a choice. Women should have freedom now.

              Jim: I guess they are doing a modern interpretation.

              Pam: Very ambitious. We should see if Michael is ok.

Back at the Scranton branch. Darryl visits Kelly in the annex.

              Darryl: Merry Christmas.

Darryl hands her an envelope.

              Kelly: Where is the present?

              Darryl: It's in here.

              Kelly: I don't see any lumps indicating jewelry.

              Darryl: Just open it.

Kelly opens the present.

              Kelly: Oh, it's a gift card. That's lame.

              Darryl: You can get whatever you want with it.

              Kelly: I could just get what I want by walking into a store.

Darryl: You don't have to pay for it. People talk, Kelly. I know that you have a history of returning gifts.

Kelly: That doesn't mean I still don't enjoy the surprise of seeing what I'm going to return. At least it has a cool-looking snowman on it, I guess.

Darryl: Think of it as returning the card for something else.

Kelly: Aw you truly do know me. Here is your present.

Kelly gives him a box and he opens it.

              Kelly: It's a gold box cutter. I thought you could think of me while you are working.

              Darryl: This is a safety hazard. We can only use equipment provided by the company.

              Kelly: That comment is a hazard to your safety.

Darryl: Hey, I'm just being honest. I appreciate the gift I'll figure out something to do with it.

Kelly: You could just lie to me.

Darryl: See you tonight? Maybe we can go shopping with your gift card.

Kelly: Now you said the magic word.

Darryl: Ok I'll see you then.

Darryl walks by Tobey.

Darryl: What are you reading Tobey?

Tobey: Just some paperwork Michael gave me.

Daryl: This says that you can't use the word inappropriate next year. I think Mike is joking. You don't need to fill out joke paperwork.

Tobey: I'm not sure if I enjoy it, but I'm kind of used to filling out forms anyways.

 Jim and Pam check on Michael he is laying with his head down on the table.

              Jim: Are you ok Michael?

              Michael (Muffled): Yes.

              Pam: Michael, you don't seem ok.

David walks up to Michael.

              David: Is he ok?

              Michael (muffled): I'm fine.

              Pam: Is this about Jan?

              Michael(muffled): no.

              Jim: Is this about Ryan?

              Michael (muffled): No.

David: I'm sorry for leading you on about the job interview. It's just that's how things go. It seemed to be polite to offer it to you, but I just didn't think you were a good fit. You work better on a personal level. I think you are at the right place you are now. I also didn't have the heart to put you in a position where you deal with Kendel.

Michael (muffled): It's not about that. I already said I was ok with that by not letting Jan sue the company.

David: Then what's wrong?

Michael (muffled): Everything. Maybe nothing. I don't know if I've been good this year.

David: Michael nobody is perfect.

Michael (Muffled): I know, but not everyone is living in a disaster.

Jim: At some point we all do.

Andy: Maybe I could sing you a song.

Pam: Is this the time?

Andy: Music is medicine for the soul Pam.

Michael lifts his head.

              Jim: Feeling better?

              Michael: I had no choice but to lift my head. My nose is squishing in my face.

              Jim: Why don't you pull it out?

              Michael (Smiling): That's what she said.

David: You know Michael if you are feeling better maybe we could play some hockey me and Jim against you and Andy.

Andy: I'd love to, but I can't. Angela is going to introduce me to her cats tomorrow and I want to have all my teeth. I think a toothless guy would freak cats out.

David pulls Ryan out of the crowd to the table.

              David: What about Ryan?

              Ryan: Hey I was just passing by.

              Michel: Do you want to play hockey with master Ryan?

              Ryan: umm sure.

Ryan (Talking head): I didn't notice he was there until it was too late.

 Back at Scranton Namey is putting muffins in her purse.

              Dwight: Namey! What are you doing? You are the one stealing all our party stuff?

              Namey: There is muffin to see here.

              Dwight: A hilarious joke won't save you. I think you need to leave now.

              Namey: No one was going to finish them anyways.

              Dwight: Leftovers are not to be distributed until the party ends. Plus I still don't know what you did to the other decorations.

              Namey: I only took muffins

              Dwight (Talking head): There are two things I love. Law and this office. Namey betrayed both.

Namey is on her way out the door.

              Creed: I have something to show you.

Creed walks Namey down to a small room in the Scranton business park it has a shower head attached to the wall and there are several Christmas decorations.

              Creed: It's just for us.

              Namey: Wow dad it's beautiful.

She gives her dad a hug

Creed (Talking head): Sometimes I'm here and she's there and visa versa. I never feel like I have too many normal Christmases with her. This was my chance to give her something special. Plus I like to steal things.

 Michael is playing hockey with Ryan, David, and Jim. They got part of the ice rink roped up so they could play hockey. Andy and pam are watching.

              Andy: So, I guess we are like the cheerleaders.

              Pam: Are you going to talk about how you were a cheerleader at Cornell?

              Andy: Well, I was a cheerleader in a way. Acapella brings allot of cheer.

Ryan is way back in the corner.

              Ryan: I got it.

              David: No. I got it.

David gets a goal.

              Jim: Great job David.

              Ryan: Yeah, great job!

Michael gets a bunch of shots.

              David: How are you even doing this is basically 2 against 1.

Ryan is looking at his phone.

              Ryan: I’m helping.

Michael has the puck and is being chased by Jim and David

              Michael: Cover me, Ryan.

Ryan is in the corner still.

              Ryan: You got this buddy.

Michael flies between Jim and David.

              Michael: Goooooaaaal!

Ryan is in a corner.

              Ryan: Great teamwork.

Michael skates over to Ryan.

              Michael: That was fun.

              Ryan: Good job Michael.

Ryan holds his hand out for a high five. Michael gives him a big and long bear hug.

Michael (Talking head): This year hasn't been the best. I made mistakes. Other people made mistakes. The thing is that next year everyone is a baby again. Baby New Year. We are so busy learning to walk and talk again every year that sometimes we make the same mistakes or we make new mistakes. A mistake though is just a steak. It's just a steak you didn't get. Maybe a dog took it I don't know. The thing is you can always find another steak.

Jim talks to David after the game.

              Jim: Good game.

              David: Yeah.

              Jim: Can I talk to you for a minute?

David: Sure.

 They leave the ice rink and talk in a penalty box.

              David: What did you want to talk about?

              Jim: It's just this website. I don't think it's working.

              David: Sometimes it takes a minute for changes to kick off.

Jim: I just feel like our customer service is what makes us stand out. If we rely on it, it will just make us blend in with other places like staples. Michael has been saying it. As crazy as he is he has point. He knows about sales. Dwight sold more paper than the website on the first day. I feel like there's nothing we can do to this website to match up against our customer service.

David: Ok. I see what you mean. When the fiscal year ends, we will see how it goes.  Thanks for your honesty.

Michael Scarn and Jasmine are in a cave with Samuel.

              Scarn: The key to saving the hostages is hidden somewhere in this cave.

              Jasmine: Just hurry. This place is disgusting.

              Samuel: Scarn someone is approaching us!

Stanley is playing a thug with bright yellow hair. The warehouse workers are right behind him. They are blocking Scarns way.

              Stanley: Not so fast Scran.

Stanley and the warehouse gang do a westside story-style dance.

              Jasmine: Scarn is there anything you can do?

              Scran: I'll give it a shot.

Scarn fires his gun, and all the thugs fall. They then see the back of a very tall, little girl.

Scarn: Are you, ok little girl?

It's Gold Face.

Gold Face: You're the one who's Lost. Lost this battle that is. Jasmine, I can't believe you betrayed me with all the SEX we've been having.

Jasmine: You might think you're a big man Goldface, but Scarn is bigger.

Scarn: I'm out of bullets.

Dwight: Don't worry Michael. I can fire lasers at them (Dwight points) pew pew pew.

Jasmine (Breaking out into Jan): What did I tell you about putting a robot in this?

Michael: He was excited about it.

Jan: If you want this film to be a success it needs to have a concrete narrative. Robots just don't go with this story. None of the scenes work together it's nonsense.

 Michael is editing threat level midnight in the kitchen of Schutte farms.

Michael: Been staying here with Dwight until Jan leaves. At least I have my laptop to edit my movie. This was shot under a coal mine. Luckily, it's owned by Creed's brother Reed.

Creed (Talking head): Yes, I have a brother. He owns a coal mine. It's not just me making money off an abandoned mine I don't own. That would be crazy.

Michael looks at the computer and presses play.

Jan (on the movie footage): Also, I thought Stanley was the narrator. It makes no sense. Is the villain narrating? This is ridiculous.

Michael stares at the computer.

Michael calls Jan it went to voice mail.

Michael: Hey Jan. I just wanted to let you know I have this idea for a big dramatic scene for you. I just must cut out all your scenes after the nightclub. I can't have the cave scene. Stanley can't be a narrator and a villain. He can't be Wesley Snipes and Morgan Freeman. I think I already used the warehouse workers in something too. You even said it yourself. Talk to you later bye.

Dwight walks in.

              Dwight: Michael I think I hear something.

Dwight walks away. Mose starts prancing around the house.

              Mose: He's coming. He's coming. He's coming!

Michael: Who is coming?

Mose: He is coming!

Dwight enters the room dressed as Belsnickel.

Dwight: I am Belsnickel, and I am Neigh!

Mose: (Squeals with excitement.)

Dwight: Cheer or fear are you admirable or impish?

Michael: Imp? Isn't that an offensive word?

Dwight: I find you admirable.

Dwight hands Michael a screwdriver.

              Michael: Thanks Dwight.

              Mose: Dwight? But… that's not Dwight…

Dwight:  I am not Dwight that is very impish. Dwight slaps Michael.

Michael: Hey!

  The end

[peaches-writes]

'christmas ornaments’

skz of christmas day 4: christmas party with hyunjin

member: hyunjin  wc: 1.3k genre: fluff, bare minimum soulmate au, established relationship au, college au, comedy  warning: explicit language note: pls i wrote this during midterms

Okay, okay, okay, socks! Where are my socks—ooh, a cookie! This doesn’t look two weeks old, I think I can eat it? Wait, wait, that’s not what I’m supposed to be looking at! What am I looking for? Um....uhhh....

Socks? You try suggesting to the voice in your head, letting out an actual chuckle in your physical setting so he won’t hear it from your thoughts. Baby, you’ve been looking for socks the past three minutes.

Right, socks! Thanks Y/N! Hyunjin physically puckers up on his side and telepathically sends you a kiss with an imagined sound and you burst out laughing in your head as a response. Bruh, where’s my kiss back?

Maybe if you’re already on the way to the party like you said fifteen minutes ago, you’d be getting all the kisses you want, dumbass. You point out with a roll of your eyes, bursting into more giggles when he starts whining in between unconsciously narrating whatever he is doing as he prepares to leave his dorm. Next to you in the backseat of Yeji’s car, Jeongin looks up from his phone to give you another comical judgmental stare over your ‘weird’ soulmate connection. What’s taking you so long, anyway? You’re probably just dressed in a white robe like one of the three Kings or something.

Excuse me, I made a lot of effort with my costume! The boy huffs, his train of thought finally shifting focus from looking for his socks to actually wearing them. You assume he’s finally moved on from it. It’s going to blow your mind and win me the best costume award at the party!

“So what’s hyung’s costume?” Jeongin asks as if on cue, sitting up properly when the edges of his Northern star costume starts to wrinkle ever so slightly. When you shrug and shake your head in response, he scoffs and adds, “I’m telling you, he’s probably coming in as baby Jesus.”

“That or as a Christmas tree.” You supplement, Hyunjin quickly protesting in your head at this comment. “He’s yelling at me, hold on!”

Y/N, we as a society have progressed past the need to dress up as Christmas trees! Hyunjin simultaneously exclaims matter-of-factly, informing you in between that he’s now on his way out of his dorm. On that note, I saw Minho come out his room in a Christmas tree costume a while ago because he really doesn’t give a shit so of course I wouldn’t let myself be caught in the same thing.

You sigh, feigning exasperation. So what are you? Honestly, I’m surprised you managed to keep this from me for two weeks.

There’s a large pause after, a faint echo of Minho and Jisung’s voices yelling at Hyunjin to get in the car filling in for your boyfriend’s lack or response until he’s settled enough to think, Like I said, you’ll find out with everyone else later!

You shake your head in disapproval in front of Jeongin this time, crossing your arms over your carefully constructed mug costume. “He’s really laying it on thick this year, Innie.”

-

Your annual Christmas party at the Campus Radio’s club room is officially communicated to the student council under your senior Chan’s name but it’s mostly you and your friends calling the shots on the specifics. In particular, it’s usually Minho and Jisung who decide on the costume theme—which just so happened to be Christmas ornaments for this year.

Because of this, you arrive at the club house seeing all of your friends and blockmates filling the large expanse of the designated dance floor with their life-sized ornaments. You see Chan waddling around as a snowman, Felix handing cookies around as Rudolph, Chaeryeong in her Mary-inspired attire, Sana in a replica of Mariah Carey’s Christmas album outfit, and even Changbin comically showing up as a Christmas Ham wearing one too many questionable-looking fishnets and patterning his red cheeks to the food’s netted texture. 

“Y/N!” Felix bounces up to you and Yeji with his Tupperware or cookies and a bright red clown nose on his face. It makes the two of you giggle, especially at how it still sort of makes him look like a clown despite the antlers that go along with it. “Ha, I see you’ve brought some milk! Care for a cookie to go with it?”

You look down on your big red and green mug covering your casual attire from your waist all the way down to your knees with a laugh, taking out a bit cookie cut-out from under the Japanese paper ‘milk’ wrinkled around the rim of the mug. “Sorry, Lix, I already got my own cookie!” You joke, the punchline effectively toppling over the boy in laughter. You take a cookie from his Tupperware anyway and return your fake one back inside its designated pocket lining the inside of your costume mug. “So, has Hyunjin arrived yet?”

“You tell me.” Felix pouts. “We’ll start the program in five minutes and from what I remembered he volunteered himself to host.” 

“He probably chickened out.” Yeji teases with a shrug, earning her a disapproving frown from you. “What? Why do you think he’s being all secretive with his costume?” 

“Maybe they’re just stuck in traffic or something.” You point out, whipping your head around for your any signs of a dramatic entrance from your boyfriend and his two roommates. “When we turned to campus, they were already out of their dorms.” 

And, as if on cue, the main double door entrance where you previously came from bursts open with a loud thud and releases bright light and cheap smoke effects from the other side (you’re quite sure it’s just from Chaeryeong and Chan grilling meat right outside). 

“Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas everyone!” Santa Claus Jisung prances in the room with a red Jansport bag of your program’s game props and mini prizes. Minho the Christmas tree trails along with red and green balls for dangling earrings. “Did you guys wait long?” 

“Hi, guys.” Minho waves curtly with his most passive smile before smacking the back of Jisung’s head. A few of your friends then crowd around the two when Jisung starts handing out pre-program candies. 

“And where’s your boyfriend?” Yeji nudges your side as the two of you watch your two friends in secondhand embarrassment. 

Yeah, Jinnie, where are you? You ask back to your boyfriend, peering around for any sign of him. 

I’m over here! Hyunjin answers telepathically to you almost immediately, his voice growing louder as he now approaches the door. Prepare yourselves!

In front of you, Hyunjin then decides on making his dramatic entrance with the goofiest grin on his face that makes you, Yeji, and Felix smack your hands up to your temples in unison. 

Of all the Christmas ornaments Hyunjin could pick, he just had to go as the whole Nativity scene. Balancing a life-sized diorama of Jesus’ birth right in front of his body—complete with stick, Styrofoam, and cellophane figures of the Mary, Joseph, and the Three Kings—your boyfriend’s head fits right on the scene as a replacement to the baby Jesus Christ while his hands hold the sides of the manger’s pillars all the way down to his waist. 

“Hey, guys, sorry we’re late!” Hyunjin announces dramatically, briefly covering his face with his hand at the sight of everyone giggling at his costume. “Got a bit stuck in traffic—and I might’ve also gotten stuck on our car before getting here—but is everyone ready for the program?!”  

Hyunjin gazes over to you last, his comically confident grin turning into a more sheepish one at meeting your eyes. So? Like it? 

Jesus Christ, Hyunjin, you pretend to cover your eyes in front of him which makes him laugh instead of sulking as you intended. 

Ha, see? You’re already getting into the joke of it! He points out, gesturing to his head stuck on a mini manger made of plastic straws. You’ll have to tell him that he looks like a baby lion with this set-up later. Get it? Because I’m supposed to be Jesus in this costume? 

Just get to MC-ing, Hyunjinnie...and we’ll have to talk about you stealing my Best Costume Award later!

-

december 20 (kim seungmin)

skz of christmas (masterlist)

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@skzwriternet

[coolhearted]

Hee ho! Merry Early Christmas! Koonak receives a Christmas sweater that has the light up words "Have a Frosty Christmas"! For the good doctor, he receives a snow globe when shaken twice covers an area in frost the size of a small room, shake thrice to return things to normal!

  A CHILDHOOD that was once lacking of such festivities and therefore presents, has morphed into quite the opposite –- though Koonak's caretaker may not be the most openly affectionate, fatherly and optimistic person, he's made sure to give the boy everything he's needed to grow into the wonderful teenager he is today. Receiving presents is a delight, in his eyes –- at the North Pole, his birth parents didn't truly have the means to gift him any of these things, just for the sake of it: a Switch console and some of its games for his birthday, and now a sweater for Christmas.

  The grin that decorates his face is enough to light up the room.

  As for Victor, the attention and support he's been receiving lately has him feeling conflicted. Dark eyes examine the snow globe with perhaps some annoyance, though it's much more complicated than that. He should not be given any of this –- it's starting to bother him, to eat away at him. He's angry. Angry at them, angry at himself. Nevertheless, he gently places the present on his desk. There's no point to shake it when the room is already below zero degrees, he thinks, but he'll be keeping it in mind. It may be useful for his own physical comfort at a later date.

[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {5}: Pretend That We’re There

Previous: Baby, Please

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing! Kissing!

Summary: A Christmas tree farm with your love is the perfect way to spend a December evening. 

        ��Christmas lights are strung across exposed wooden beams. Icicles pinned to the peaks of the exterior, shimmering off the naturally reflective snow. The snow, freshly fallen, is still pristine, unblemished by the people who have just walked through the front doors of the Christmas Tree Farm. The air, ripe with pine and mulled wine and hot apple cider sweeps through the space, engulfing everyone in a sugar-coated induced holiday coma.

          Ho-Seok holds your hand, the warmth from his enrapturing yours. You feel his thumb making circles against the back of your hand, and glancing at him, you can’t help but smile. His eyes are wide, too wide, as if the larger his eyes are the more exposure he has, resulting in capturing the best memories. His mouth is mimicking his eyes, jaw slacked as he takes in the festive decorations and bustle of strangers, all smiling and happy as they engage in their own Christmas traditions. The music is soft, some version of What Christmas Means to Me, and Ho-Seok bobs his head to the beat.

          “Whoa,” He says, stopping in the middle of the space to fully take it in. “This is, incredible.”

          He moves slowly, eyes sweeping over the vendors selling mulled wine and apple cider, the stands of ornaments and Christmas trinkets, the signs pointing towards the animals and Christmas trees. The smells overwhelming his senses as he tries to locate the booth of fresh cookies and sweets.

          “Whoa,” He repeats.

          “Where should we start?” You ask.

          “Animals?” He suggests.

          “Perfect,” You can’t stop smiling, his joy radiating against yours.

          You walk through the venue, making your way quickly to the reindeer, glancing at the sign pointing you towards the full stable of nativity animals. They have a donkey, sheep, a camel, everything that would’ve welcomed the baby Jesus into the world. Squealing as you notice a baby reindeer, Ho-Seok takes a photo as you giddily pay the few dollars for a couple of carrots to feed them.

           “Do you think reindeer are better than people?” You whisper to the reindeer, all gathered to nibble the carrots you are offering. “We’re not all bad, especially him,” You jerk your head towards Ho-Seok, who is busy snapping pictures of you. “He’s pretty fucking great.”

           “Y/N! Don’t swear at the animals!” Ho-Seok scolds, slipping his hand into his pocket.

           “It was a compliment,” You wink.

           “I wonder if they’ll paint one of their noses red,” He asks, taking a carrot from you.

           “Maybe, I wonder if they have the full line up,” You say.

           “Dasher and Dancer and Donner and Blitzen!” He says full conviction in his voice.

           “Do you really know them all?” You ask, amazed he’d retained that tidbit.

           “No, they’re on that sign!” Ho-Seok guffaws.

           “You’re the worst!” You say lightly hitting him.

           “Let’s go see them, maybe someone will take our photo!” Ho-Seok pulls you along to explore the rest of the stables.

           Together you are in awe of the nativity scene, real people seated amongst the animals, a reader telling the story of the birth of Jesus. As you wander past it, you notice an arrow pointing towards Santa, and another reader is flawlessly reciting Twas the Night Before Christmas. Children and their willing parents are lined up to take a picture with Santa, his elves passing out candy canes to waiting children.

           “Did you ever take Santa photos?” HO-Seok asks.

           “No, absolutely not!” You respond, eyes wide.

           “Never?”

           “I think they tried one year with my sister, and never with me,”

           “She ruined it?” He inquires.

           “No, it’s just, weird. That’s not even,” You lower your voice, “The real Santa.”

           “Y/N, are you telling me you still believe?” He asks, shocked.

           “I’m saying that some of these kids don’t know that these Santas aren’t real, they work for Santa and do his work around the world while he’s busy planning the route and checking his list, twice,” Your voice doesn’t waver, causing Ho-Seok to wonder if you truly believe this. Your eyes are just wide enough, innocence fresh as you explain the innerworkings of Santa Claus.

           “Oh, makes sense,” He says nodding. He loved your nonsense stories, your traditions or quirks that made him scratch his head. He didn’t know people like you existed, people who still believed in the magic of the holiday season.

           “Are you thirsty?” You ask, guiding him back towards the main barn.

           “Mm, yes, and hungry,” He says.

           “I’ll get the cider; you get the cookies?”

           “Meet in the middle?” He offers. You nod, kiss him quickly and maneuver through the crowds to the vendor selling hot apple cider. You opt for the traditional beverage, though the temptation for a spiked cider is very appealing. Slowly you make your way through the extra stalls, looking at the gifts and the joy on everyone’s face. This is Christmas, the magic of giving and receiving, the bliss of spending time with family. It was all you wanted, wandering a Christmas Tree farm with someone you love, sipping cider, nibbling cookies, trying not to sing to the carols and songs playing.

           You circle through and find yourself in the middle, where Ho-Seok stood, still staring in awe at the Christmas bazaar. You exchanged your items, a cider for him, a sugar cookie for you, and began to walk through the stalls.

           “We should get something,” He suggests.

           “Like what?” You ask.

           “Something special, to commemorate this trip,”

           “Hmm, something to take out every year?” You clarify.

           “Yes, like an ornament,” He says.

           You agree, knowing full well he will never be able to decide, the temptation to buy them all and trying to find the most perfect one will overwhelm him, and he’ll leave empty handed.

           In true fashion, thirty minutes later, all stalls visited twice, drinks and cookies gone, Ho-Seok stands empty handed.

           “I don’t know why this is so hard,” He’s frustrated.

           “Babe, you knew this was going to happen,” You say softly, lips moving swiftly to kiss his.

           “I wanted to just, find something special.”

           “Maybe you’re looking too hard,” You shrug, hands moving from his shoulders to capture his hands in yours.

           “Maybe,” He says, still pouting.

           “Do you want to dance before we go?” You suggest, eyebrows wagging.

           “Dance?” He questions, no one was dancing around you, no couples were swaying to the tunes from overhead, no one holding their loved one close, absentmindedly stepping in time to the beat.

           “Yeah, listen,” You say, closing your eyes.

          Ho-Seok copies you, and faintly he hears a favorite, I’ll Be Home for Christmas. With your hands, still in his, you pull him closer to a corner speaker. He lets go first, only to place his hands on your hips, pulling you to him. Your hands around his neck, you sway, both singing lightly to the song. Your love, much like a bow on a present, ties you together. The joy of a Christmas spent together, enjoying the festivities brings out the adoration you have for one another. Even when he’s frustrated, even when you’re hopped up on sugar, like the star in the sky, you always find your way to each other.

           Two days later, a fire raging, Ho-Seok sits next to you on the couch, an arm lightly tossed behind you, drawing you into his side.

           “This is for you,” You say, untangling yourself from him and hand him a wrapped box.

           He smiles, beams, as he carefully slips off the immaculate ribbon and tears the paper. He’s careful with the weight, it’s heavy, which confuses him based on the boxes size. He looks at you, confused.

           “What is this?” He asks, opening the box and removing the tissue paper. Carefully he takes out the bulbous snow globe. His eyes are wide, words ceasing to flow from his lips. “When did you, how did you?”

           “You went to take a picture of something, right before we left, and I picked it up,” You shrug. “Do you like it?”

           “I love it,” He says, shaking the snow globe lightly, the glitter and snow swirling around the Christmas trees, mimicking the farm you’d spent an evening at just a day or two ago. On the placard at the base of the globe reads “May every wish come true”.

           “It’s perfect,” He says, still staring at the orb.

           “When you’re alone, you can shake it and be transported back here, to our time together,” You say, leaning forward to rest a cheek on his shoulder. His mind is still absorbed in the gift, the love you have for him… the love he has for you, a marvel.

           “When I’m feeling alone, I’ll have you to remind me of home,” Ho-Seok whispers to the snow globe.

           “Merry Christmas, baby.” You say, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Next: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

[hello-robin-goodfellow]

LOTR OC: MARIN

FRANCHISE/UNIVERSE: THE LORD OF THE RINGS PLACE OF ORIGIN: EREBOR SPECIES: DWARVE FACE CANON: ANNETTE BADLAND From the first generation of Dwarves born in Erebor after decades of nomadic life, Marin is the daughter of Dwalin with the dwarve Mana, and Balin’s niece.

Due to his long friendship with Dwalin, Glóin offered himself to be Marin’s godfather.

When Dwalin dissaperead, going to investigate the mistery of Moria with Balin and Nori, his wife Mana falled ill and died, so little Marin got raised by Glóin’s family, and she grows calling Glóin ‘uncle’ and Gimli ‘cousin’.

Marin was educated to be a modest and well behaved noble lady of Érebor. And while she is a sensitive romantic, who enjoys acts considered traditionally feminine, like dancing, music, cooking, gardening, sewing and jewelry making, she also has an adventurous curiosity and playfull personality.

One day, her uncle Glóin and Gimli travel for Rivendel to meet at the Councel of Elrond, and he decides to take Marin along because she always wanted to see the beauties of Rivendel and because he hopes that Marin and Gimli fall in love there to get married someday.

While Glóin is right about Marin getting overjoyed about the vision of Rivendel, she and Gimli don’t see each other as nothing but best friends/cousins, almost brothers. Wich gets Glóin a bit frustrated, but he soon conformes.

Marin’s attention is actually turned to the shy and wounded hobbit Frodo Baggins, the nephew of his uncle’s old friend and companion of adventures, Bilbo.

She starts teasing Frodo, blindfolding his eyes and calling him to play hide and seek games.

After sometime, Gimli and Sam Gamgee notice that Marin is flirting with Frodo, and they explain this to him, who while finded Marin atractive, was oblivious about her also feeling the same for him.

So, to start a conversation, Frodo takes a pomegranate to share with Marin, and while eating the fruit, Marin kisses Frodo’s cheeks. Frodo blushes, but them he gains courage to kiss Marin in the lips.

Glóin didn’t expect this romance between a dwarve and a hobbit, but since he likes Frodo and his uncle Bilbo, he gets happy for his niece.

When the counsel decides that Frodo will be the Ring Bearer and the Fellowship of the Ring will be formed, Marin volunteers to go along, taking her shield made of bronze and turtle’s shell. Her uncle Glóin is against it, wanting to take her to safety in Érebor. But, when Marin insists that she is determined to acompany her beloved Frodo, and the Fellowship (specially Gimli, Frodo and the other three hobbits) swear to protect her from harm, Glóin accepts her choice.

In the Mines of Moria, the Fellowship suffers the tragic loss of Gandalf at the hands of the Balrog.

Later, when they all arrival at Lothlórien, Marin searches for Frodo, and talks to him about her fear of anyone on the Fellowship dying at any moment since what happened at Moria, so she takes some line threads of her clothes and proposes that they exchange wedding vows at Lothlórien, making wedding rings of the threads.

They exchange this vows:

“With this ring, i thee wed: Marin.

With this ring, i thee wed: Frodo.

Now we are one.

Forever”.

And at night consumate them.

The time to live Lothlórien and sail the Anduin river to Minas Tirith arrives.

At the Anduim marges, when Frodo runs away from Boromir and the orcs attack, Marin is kidnapped by the orcs alongside Merry and Pippin.

Later, the trio is rescued by Threebeard and join the remaining Fellowship friends (with Marin reacting with surprise at seeing Gandalf reborn as the White Wizard) in their fight against Saruman and the Witch King’s armys.

During this time, Marin acts as a nurse for the troops, and prays for the safe return of Frodo and Samwise.

After the destruction of the ring, she is finally reunited with her beloved Frodo Baggins, and becomes the only person besides Samwise to learn about his failling in the destruction of the One Ring.

During the cellebration’s of Aragorn’s coronation and marriage to Arwen in Gondor, Marin and Frodo ask Gandalf to act as a priest and oficially bless their marriage, and them Gandalf makes an enchantment so that their rings, made of simple line threads, never be destroyed, because they are a simbol of love more precious than the Golden One Ring of Power.

During the Scouring and Reconstruction of the Shire, Marin uses the nursery abilities that she learned in the War of the Ring to help treat the wounded hobbits.

Some hobbit families are judgmental aggainst the marriage between Frodo and Marin, due to her being a dwarve, but neither of them care about the gossips.

ENDING I

One day, Gandalf comes to visit, and Marin faints during the dinner. Frodo fears that she is sick, but Gandalf thels them that actually Marin is not sick, but pregnant. Months later, she gives birth to a daughter, who is called Mithril Baggins, as an homage to the armour that kept Frodo alive.

Three years later, suffering from the phisical wounds and trauma he got during the war, Frodo takes the decision to sail into the Western Undying Lands in search of healing.

He gives goodbye to Marin and put on her hands a letter, that she must give to Mithril when she is 33 years old (the hobbit age of adulthood).

Marin decides to leave the Shire and raise Mithril in Crickhollow, where the neighbors are less gossipy and judgemental. When Mithril finally turns 33, Marin gives her Frodo’s letter, allong with his mithril armour, his sword Sting and her shield, and them leaves Crickhollow to the Gray Haven’s, where a boat to the Undying Lands awaits.

She sails to the West, and reunites with her beloved Frodo once and for all.

ENDING II

Frodo’s nightmares start around the time that Marin gets pregnant. To help her husband, Marin takes the risk of travelling on her own to the woods that take to Buckland, and in the woods she sings a song her husband told her:

“Ho! Tom Bombadil! Tom Bombadillo!

By water, wood and hill, by reed and willow.

By fire, sun and moon, hearken now and hear us!

Come, Tom Bombadil, For our need is near us”!

Tom Bombadil apears to her, and she asks if there is a way to heal Frodo’s pain and nightmares. Tom gives to Marin a bottle with the tears of his wife, Goldberry. Marin must mix three drops of her blood with those tears in a cup, and give to Frodo drink.

What she does, and it works.

Later, a few months after Rosie Cotton gaved birth to Elanor Gamgee, Marin gives birth to a daughter, called Mithril Baggins. Mithril is the oldest of her eight children with Frodo. The others are: Gimli Baggins, the twins Dwalin and Balin Baggins, Mana Baggins, Thorin Gandalf Baggins, Nori Durin Baggins and Priscilla Dandelion Baggins. *The Lord of the Rings belongs to the Tolkien State. *Marin belongs to me. *Annette Badland belongs to herself.

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The True Meaning of Christ-Mass They tell us that it is the season to be jolly. It is a time of ornaments, red and green decorations, silver bells, holly, mistletoe and colored lights. It is also a time of department store Santas calling out their universal mantra, "Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas." Nearly all of the realm of so-called "Christianity" join in and repeat this same greeting, "Merry Christmas!"  Although we hear these words constantly as they resonate millions of times throughout the land, almost nobody understands what they are really saying. It is the purpose of this tract to take the words, "Merry Christmas" and examine the true meaning and essence of those words. A true Christian would want to examine everything they say, because Jesus said in Matthew 12:36-37, "But I say unto you, that every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgement. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned." We will now set aside all of the customs, glitter and traditions of Christmas, which were taken from pagan witchcraft and popularized by the Roman Catholic Church, and we will focus on the true meaning of the words, "Merry Christmas!" The word "Merry" is simple to define. It unquestionably means to be happy, joyful and light-hearted. The word "merry" fits into the ambience of laughter and frivolity. This word "merry" by itself is innocent and innocuous enough, but as we will now see, it becomes heinously blasphemous when used with the word "Christmas."Here let it be noted that most people think that the word, "Christmas" means "the birth of Christ." By definition, it means "death of Christ", and I will prove it by using the World Book Encyclopedia, the Catholic Encyclopedia, and a book entitled, The Mass In Slow Motion.If you are an honest, sincere and discerning Christian, please read on; if not, you might as well stop right here. The World Book Encyclopedia defines "Christmas" as follows: "The word Christmas comes from "Cristes Maesse", an early English phrase that means "Mass of Christ." (1) It is interesting to note that the word "Mass", as used by the Roman Catholics, has traditionally been rejected by the so-called Protestants, such as Lutherans, Baptists, Methodists, Presbyterians, Pentecostals and so on. The word "Mass" is strictly a Catholic word and thus, so is "Christ-Mass."It would stand to reason, that since all of these denominations love and embrace "Christ-Mass", that December 25th is the great homecoming day, when all of the Protestants become Catholic for a day. It would seem that all of the so-called "wayward daughters" of the Romish church return to their mother, the scarlet harlot. Thus, all of the so-called Protestant churches could sing to the Pope that popular song "I'll be home for Christmas. "As previously stated, the word "Mass" in religious usage means a "death sacrifice." The impact of this fact is horrifying and shocking; for when the millions of people are saying, "Merry Christmas", they are literally saying "Merry death of Christ!" Furthermore, when the fat man in the red suit laughs boisterously and says, "Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas", he is mocking and laughing at the suffering and bleeding Saviour, who died for our sins. He does this while parents place their little children into his waiting arms to hear his false promises of gifts that he says he will give them. Consider what you are saying when you say "Merry Christmas."What is so amusing about our Saviour's painful death? What is so funny? Why is Santa laughing? Why are you going along with it? Your words do count and Satan knows it. Yes, the word "Mass" does mean "death sacrifice", and to cement that fact, we will consider the definition of the inventors of the religious application of the word "Mass." I am looking at page 537 of the Catholic Encyclopedia, which says, "In the Christian law, the supreme sacrifice is that of the Mass." It goes on to say, "The supreme act of worship consists essentially in an offering of a worthy victim to God, the offering made by a proper person, as a priest, the destruction of the victim." (2) Please note carefully the word, "victim" of the Mass. The Latin word for victim is "Hostia" from which the word "host" is derived. The Mass, by definition of those who coined the word, is a sacrifice involving a victim. There is no other meaning for the word "Mass" or "Christ-Mass." On page 110 of a book entitled "The Mass In Slow Motion", we find the following words: "It is only with the consecration that the sacrifice of the Mass is achieved. I have represented the Mass to you, more than once, as a kind of ritual dance." (3)In essence, the Mass is the ceremonial slaying of Jesus Christ over and over again, followed by the eating of his flesh and the drinking of his blood. The Mass is the death sacrifice, and the "Host" is the victim. This is official Roman Catholic doctrine, and "Christmas" is a word that they invented. Again, I ask, what is so merry about the pain, bleeding, suffering and death of Jesus Christ? Satan has done quite a job of getting millions of so-called "Christians" to blaspheme. What a deceiver he is. Now you know the true meaning of the word "Christmas" or Mass of Christ. There is much more to know about this pagan holiday, and we will be glad to provide you with plenty of evidence that Jesus was not born on December 25th, and that Christmas is not only a lie, but is actually a witches' sabbat called "Yule" in clever disguise. Please.. for the sake of your soul, flee from idolatry!

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