#Santas's bag

[penhive]

Journal dated Oct 14th 2024

Quotes

How to put thoughts into action especially life affirming thoughts.

Beauty is a mirror appreciating art.

Passion bubbles as joy.

Taste the life of sweetness

Good words are a comfort for the soul.

Celebrate the poetry of the body.

The muses are fond of me.

The bed is an amorous concoction of poetry.

I am of a contrite spirit.

Be the thing of thought and the queen of action.

Still Life Prose

I heard the gate close with a clang.

Ants are moving like pedestrian crossings on the floor.

A witch is moving across the wind in happy colors, gay motion, sweet poetry, dancing beatitudes, melodious harmony, ecstatic sound of colors, a monument of hues, a concoction of aesthetic symbolism, a pastry of flight, a song of the rainbow, a mellifluous wow, a sunshine of sapphire.

Idiom

Santa’s Bag

Santa’s bag as an idiom means getting money from unexpected quarters.

I look forward to getting a Santa’s bag.

Altar an Acrostic

A

Life’s

Thought to be blessed and worship

And to be a

Reverence

[egophiliac]

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

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

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

[bloodlinessave]

“A bag of blood routinely used in hospitals for transfusions. Using it restores blood points.”

[skitskatdacat63]

Thank you f1 for being canon compliant and putting Fernando in his habitual Santa suit

[andy-clutterbuck]

(◡‿◡✿)

[comic-covers]

(2011)

[fisheito]

moms at the sports game.....

[wiredalienvampire]

Maturing is realizing that oogie boogie from the hit 1993 film the nightmare before christmas is Actually Kind Of Hot TBH

(Also happy Halloween ig)

[dg-outlaw]

Batman - Santa Claus: Silent Knight #2

First off, great cover art by Dan Mora... as usual.

Second, while I know Bruce is all "yeah, I know Santa" in this run like it's no big deal, I do hope he gets a talkin' to from Santa... especially if this is after Gotham War. Though, continuity and canon are always wacky so who knows.

Either way, it's a fun story so far.

[redlettermediathings]

Turns out if you make Rich fat and old in FaceApp he just turns into Josh.

[another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire]

the screenwriters of Violent Night really went into a Hollywood pitch meeting and said with their whole chests that David Harbour plays a berserker barbarian who rages Christmas magic and they paid them for it and then made that movie

[seasonalwonderment]

~ Santa’s Bag ~

[petitpiedgalbe]

Letter to Santa!

Dear Santa!

I have a feeling we might have misunderstood each other a bit this year...

When I wrote to you that I dream of a present, I was thinking of just one because one would be more than enough....

When I wrote that if you could 'just drop it straight on me' while flying by my neighborhood on your sleigh, I was speaking metaphorically....

Nevertheless, I truly appreciate your gesture!

I also noticed that all the cookies I baked for you have disappeared which makes me very glad. I hope you shared them with your reindeers.

Lying here, I also thought to myself that maybe next year we could switch roles? I'll take over your duties for this one day only, fly around on the sleigh, and spread some gifts? Let me know what you think about this idea.

Yours sincerely, Petit

P.S.

If anyone else is reading this letter and is curious about how I'm doing: I'm stuck and lying between boxes, figuring out a plan to get out of here. But it's quite comfortable, so maybe I'll lay here a bit longer and rest...

[theinkbunny]

”oh you want to keep that? It’s so girly are you even trans?”

(Rant in tags if you wanna read it ig)

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(i understand i am late to the own impromptu fic-fest i am only half modding, but its the heart behind it that counts.

presenting my submission to: Harry Buys Sirius Presents ft. Remus (and also They Can Be Jewish) Fest.)

--

It was almost worse when Harry knew the answer for once wouldn't be no. That was one of the first things Harry learned about Sirius when he came to live with his godfather. Sirius rarely said no.

Potpie for dinner? Yes.

A day at the seaside? Yes.

Help with a Charms essay? Yes.

Harry's world had blown wide open with all the yes's slowly learning how to navigate a guardian who was kind and cared. And if Sirius ever said no, it was for a good reason. It was to keep him safe. When Sirius said no it was because he loved him, truly, not out of spite or bitterness or greed the way the Dursleys had told Harry no.

And this particular request, Harry knew would be a yes. Sirius wouldn't even blink.

Because the second thing Harry learned after coming to live with Sirius was that his godfather loved to spend money on him. He had asked for pocket money once that term before the first visit to Hogsmeade and Harry swore he could feel the room shake with how quickly Sirius reached into his pocket, pulling out all the galleons he had and pressing them into Harry's hand. Only to be followed by another small satchel of galleons coming through post the next morning, landing on the breakfast table with a thud.

Sirius was generous.

Sirius was kind.

Harry only wanted to return the favor. Which is what he was thinking, as he stood on the outskirts of the sitting room door, twisting the hem of his shirt in his hand, absently wondering if he could just tear it in half because merlins sake it was hot in here, wasn't it? All the fire and the wood burning, the house was warm, and Harry was sweating. About to ask his godfather for money to go Christmas shopping shirtless.

"Alright there, Harry?" came a gentle voice from the side of him and Harry was surprised he didn't jump. Having gotten used to being in a house with two people who didn't yell or scold.

"Just great," Harry said feebly, pulling his sweaty hands away from his shirt and looking towards Professor Lupin--Moony. Remus? Professor Moony. Harry hadn't quite figured out what to call him, every time he attempted an odd sort of combination of all three names spilling out-- Proony. Remessor.

"Are we spying on Sirius for a reason?"

"He does weird things when he's alone...hums made up songs."

"He's always done that," Remus said fondly, casting a glance into the sitting room where Sirius was tidying away, a soft hum of a made up song carrying above the crackling wood fire. "We used to make fun of him for it. Did it in exams too, and James and I would take turns elbowing him."

Harry couldn't help but smile, nerves disappearing a little, "I think he's alphabetizing books..."

"I can't elbow him out of doing that," Remus mused, his hands going into the pockets of his trousers as he leaned against the wall, "Whatever it is you're going to ask him, Harry, I'm--"

"Thats the problem, see."

"Sirius?"

"Mhmm."

"Well...I'm not Sirius."

Remus wasn't Sirius.

"...Do you think you can help me get to my vault?"

--

Christmas morning arrived, after Harry had spent hours waiting for Sirius to go to bed so he could steal wrapping paper from the closet downstairs. Up until that moment, Harry had never found it annoying that Sirius seemed to be awake nearly all the time, his godfathers presence providing a sense of security that Harry never had. But it was pretty damn obnoxious when Harry was attempting to be sneaky, trying to do something nice, and his godfather was around every corner. Putting finishing touches on cookies; setting a timer for the roast in the morning; adding more presents under the tree.

But despite how tired he was the next morning, Harry couldn't help but lean into the joy spreading throughout Number 12. From the records playing, to the sticky-buns Sirius had made for breakfast, to the gifts that Sirius and Remus had thoughtfully picked out and bought just for Harry.

"Should we go have lunch?" Sirius said, clapping his hands together and making to get up off the sofa. "I don't know about you but all this Christmas cheer is making me starved and considering I was once in prison, I think I'm an expert at--"

"You're comparing eating three hours ago to Azkaban?" Remus asked at the same time Harry opened his mouth to say,

"I have one more thing!"

More blurted.

Sirius looked toward Harry with small smile, "One more?"

"For...you," Harry managed, before pulling out a horribly wrapped box that had been hidden behind a stack of couch cushions the duration of the morning, Harry panicking every single time Sirius got too close. It's a fort! Harry had offered as the worlds worst excuse, but Sirius didn't question it.

"You didnt need to get me anything, love," Sirius said gently, looking at the box in front of him, "I'm happy just to be here."

"I know I didn't but...I...did anyway, so you might just have to...deal with that."

Sirius snorted out a laugh before running his fingers underneath the seams of the paper, followed by the cardboard box.

A pair of patterned purple socks.

Because Harry remembered when Sirius saw a dark purple coat in the store at Diagon Alley and said what a great color

A blank journal.

I've just run out of pages in my old one, remind me to pick one up, would you, babe?

A book.

Oh this was my favorite to read when I was your age

A wrench

I need more tools to keep fixing up the bike, I thought I had a box somewhere...

What did you get person who gave you everything?

Harry wasn't sure. But he knew he remembered everything Sirius had once said he liked, taking notes on his favorite person the way Sirius had apparently taken notes on Harry.

Sirius looked down at the collection of items now open in the cardboard box, before slowly looking towards Harry, smile as wide as the ocean on his face.

"I love every bit of this."

[andy-clutterbuck]

9x03 | Deleted Scene