#New Years Eve Event

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[gurlu]

Guuuuuyyyyys guess what I did for the new year's eeeeeeeve. You'll never gueeeeess.

[brinagirlicons]

dick clark’s new year’s rockin’ eve (like or reblog) 💌

[mistress-of-malevolence]

Hey, I know this is last minute, but today (new year's eve) at 10pm PST I'll be playing gartic phone and y'all are invited to join me!

Now, this is the first time I'm doing something like this, so if you want to participate, just say so in the comments and when it's time to start I'll hop in your dm's or tag you again and let you know!

Beyond that, I'm gonna tag a bunch of mutuals just to invite ya, but remember that there's absolutely no pressure and even if you aren't tagged here you are still welcome to join ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

@maryalezoo @skelejor @kalmiaclown @bia-lou @cube-was-here @crossover-enthusiast @roseofhybrids @sleepyjuniper @stiggydan @electronix-arts @moonsockets @uzibrainrot @sunsetl3mon @fuzzypuppybuddie

[littlemetalbiter]

"Fun fact: Having five tentacles means being able to light at least twice as many fireworks in a go than your average two-armed monster!"

[thisisrealy2kok]

Harmogeddon 2001 - Sunday, December 31, 2001. San Francisco, California

[howthemoonweeps]

bury me in your memories (i'm not the boy i ought to be)

with ten minutes left on the clock (at least where i'm at) i finished!!! here's a langsty fanfiction set post-canon to celebrate - or mourn - the end of 2024 <3

Dying was lonely.

Years ago, when Voltron was still needed throughout the universe and Lance still knew what it meant to feel alive, he had shoved Allura out of the way of a radiation flare and taken the brunt of it himself. His heart stopped, and it did not start again until Allura reached the Red Lion and revived him using her Altean magic.

Lance doesn’t know how long it took her. He couldn’t know, his only memories of the event being the excruciating pain before and the suffocating warmth after, a body on fire as Allura leaned over him. Yet despite the unsettling gap in his recollection, Lance knows intimately the feeling of death.

It’s a feeling that keeps him up at night, shivering despite the blankets heaped over his shoulders, shadows dancing on the walls as he muffles his cries to avoid disturbing his family. More often than not, Lance finds himself jerking awake from nightmares, his mind still tormenting him with the battlefield and always, always reminding him of death’s cold, isolating embrace.

On New Year’s Eve, Lance is grateful for the excuse to stay up and delay the looming terrors, even as he can’t help but ruminate over yet another year gone by. 

(Wasted.) 

The team (though they’re not much of a team anymore, are they?) had all called earlier to celebrate, despite the crazy time differences with everyone scattered throughout the far reaches of space. 

Each person reminisced on the memories they made in the past year and said what they hoped to accomplish in the year to come. Hunk had gushed over his culinary empire and all the recipes he perfected, pointing out the dishes he wanted the rest of the team to try at their next reunion. Pidge showed off their latest inventions, planning to diffuse throughout the Voltron Coalition and improve thousands of lives. Shiro proudly displayed the scarf he knitted, impossibly relaxed as he expressed his desire to take up more craft hobbies. Keith, eyes unbearably soft and face so full with open affection, just talked about his wish to aid as many people as he could with the Blade of Marmora.

And Lance?

When it came to his turn, he froze. For five embarrassing seconds, he racked his brain for something, anything memorable that set this year apart from the year before or the year coming up. Eventually, he cracked a smile, joking that he looks forward to all the corny lines he’ll bring into the new year. Everyone had groaned and moved on, unsurprised by his answer.

Now, Lance curls up in his bed, eyes burning as he scrolls through their group chat and tortures himself with his own inadequacy. The chat was meant to be a way for everyone to send updates about their lives, and while the others spammed it to their hearts’ content, it didn’t take long for Lance to drop out of the conversation and stay quiet for the most part. There were only so many pictures of juniberry flowers he could send before growing uncomfortably aware of his uneventful life.

He sighs and turns off his phone. His former teammates had all gone on to greatness, saving worlds and changing the entire universe for the better, while he was stuck in the past, a prison of his own making. His story was cut short, doomed to languish and collect dust on Earth, all so he could repeat the story of another.

And though he loves Allura too much to ever resent her, though he had given his life for her, he can’t help but feel as if he’s still giving, even though the girl he loved is gone and only ever saw him as a rebound. Yet here he is, watching over her favorite flowers with her marks on his face. 

Living as a farmer when all he had ever wanted was to fly.

He had tried for so long to convince himself that the farm life was what he wanted. After the war, a simple life should be what he, a child on the front lines, deserved. Still, as the years wore on and the days blended into each other, the simple life turned monotonous. Unbearable, even, when the night terrors refuse to leave him alone, the one companion he has left in his self-imposed solitude.

Tears spring up, so Lance shuts his eyes and buries his face into his pillow. God, he feels so ungrateful. He should be glad to have even made it out, happy to see another year when there were so many who couldn’t say the same. 

When Allura couldn’t say the same. 

Yet through it all, as Lance curls into himself and pretends that he’s not dreading the new year, loneliness climbs its way out of his throat in a sob that only just reaches the moonlight.

Dying was lonely, Lance thinks wistfully as he fades into a sleep that won’t last, but living like this wasn’t much better.

The clock strikes twelve.

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

ThirdRail had fun playing Rampage. He wants a giant spider to be added to the game

[the-angry-acrobat]

HAPPY NEW YEAR MFS

[hipstercyrus]

[fchriyekocak]

FAHRIYE KOCAK ATTENDING THE BRIAR RIDGE NEW YEARS' EVE BASH @ PARADISE POINT RESORT + SPA !

❛ NEW YEAR. NEW CHANCES. SAME DREAMS. ❜

[thebramblewood]

Come into my inbox and predict what you think will happen in HZID next year! Or tell me what you hope happens! Or tell me what era of the Vatores you want to see in a flashback! I might just give you some vague spoilers. 🤭

[lucie-newman]

Where: The mirage.

WHEN: December 31st

WHO: Closed (5/5)

"You know," Lou leaned back in one of the mirage's many seats, "I was watching one of those year in review videos this morning. And I forgot so much shit that happened. Like the submarine, and the spy balloon, and that apocalyptic haze that swallowed New York City because of the wildfires." She shook her head. Nothing this year had gone to plan. "You ever just think it'd be nice to have a boring year? Something like . . .," her eyes scrunched for a second, "a mojito. Sweet, refreshing, and forgettable."

[buckybarnesevents]

This is a short, semi-anonymous prompt challenge hosted on AO3 to help bring in the new year! Rules below!

Schedule:

November 3, 2023 – Collection is open for prompt submissions and claims can happen at any time. This process will be anonymous/ semi-anonymous so you do not know whose prompt it is or who is claiming.

December 15, 2023 – Sign Ups Close. Prompts will no longer be accepted after this date. All existing prompts are still up for grabs/claiming!

December 29, 2023 – Assignments Due (if you have claimed a prompt, this is when they are due)

December 31, 2023 – Works Revealed! 

January 3, 2024 – Creators Revealed 

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[savstone-rp]

Where: The Mirage, New Years Eve party Who: Open

"I'm for-fucking-sure not drunk enough yet for this—" she said through a huff, having eagle-eyed the opened bottle of whatever sitting idly by with no one paying attention to that she started to pour, "tell me if you see a ugly Carrot Top-Pete Davidson looking beast, er, no don't tell me; I'm keeping my fists to myself tonight."

[salvadorcavendish]

closed for: @cavenshh

where: seascape, nye

"I'm not staying the whole night," Sal announces to his sister once he located her, his appearance there that evening exactly that -- a brief one.

"Make sure you tell him you saw me here," He requests, not needing to specify who the him in question was. It was the same person every time either of them felt the tug of invisible puppet strings dictating their actions and they both called him father.