#Thoughtful Xmas Gifts for Teachers

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Teacher Xmas Gift Ideas

Show your appreciation for your child's teacher with a thoughtful Christmas gift. From practical items to personalized keepsakes, there's something for every educator. Consider a gift card to their favorite bookstore or coffee shop for a relaxing treat. For a personal touch, create a handmade gift like a personalized mug or a heartfelt card with student artwork. If you want to contribute to the classroom, donate supplies or books. Remember, the best gifts come from the heart, so choose something that reflects your child's gratitude and the teacher's dedication.

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Let's make this Christmas extra special for the amazing educators in our lives!

[tmntxthings]

一∑donatello hamato。・゜・◇

(pics from pinterest)

> raph’s < | > leo’s < | > mikey’s <

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version: rottmnt aka rise

aesthetic: purple + cyberpunk/tech stuff

song association: dark beach by pastel ghost

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author’s note: the previous post for donnie kept glitching so bad that I decided to delete it entirely and try to just recreate it, here’s to hoping it won’t glitch (＞人＜)

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name: donatello hamato

nicknames: donnie / don / dee

aliases: othello von ryan / bootyyyshaker9000

location: New York City “what a town”

species: mutant / soft-shell turtle / human dna (not much room for my full answer -.-)

age: 16 (rise movie)

height: 5’3 (still growing! i shall definitely be taller than nardo)

color: purple. . . black

weapon(s): ninjutsu / bo / staff / tech / missiles / drill..?still in beta? etc.

appearance: jade green skin, soft shell (covered by my battle shell), ~signature~ goggles, wrist tech, eyebrows, purple bandanna, usually holding my phone as well

personality: brains of the operation, book-smart, sarcastic aka ‘the funny one’, obsessive, determined, fixer, problem-solver, genius, intelligent, intellectual, basically any synonym for smart, i guess..snarky

likes: dancing, music (edm but open-minded), tech, ~scienceeee~ [enter jazz hands], other intellectuals, phone, family, uranium, cute + mean type, atomic lass, affirmations, gift giving

dislikes: b e a c h b a l l s (it’s more of a phobia but i digress), liars, nardo, germs (like kraang goop and sewer gunk ´ཀ`」)

other: I would like to start off by saying you leave me very little room for my answers. You must know I have very well-thought-out explanations for each answer! I would also like to state that every weapon listed above was made by yours truly. And the wrist tech. And the goggles. And obviously the battle shell. All very advanced and most are made with high-grade titanium. The world does not want to see me ~shine~ so I have yet to get my hands on uranium or other lethal materials. I do predict that in the near future my dear Papa shall gift me something mighty special for Xmas.. but more logically I will use other methods to retrieve what I require. Anyways I’ve gone off track, back to this atrocity you call a profile application. Yes that’s right, it is atrocious. Why do you ask for my height and not my weight? They are usually asked for as a pair. Are you not being thorough? Or did you just forget? Either way that would be points off if I was your teacher! I’d rate this experience as unsatisfactory. I’m left wanting to write more about myself! You left so many things unanswered and to the unknown! Just so you know, unsatisfactory is two ranks higher than what I should be rating this. Though.. you did put effort into this, and I can see how much you used my favorite color.. but most importantly you came to me first.. and we are acquaintances after all… I guess I can bump you up to somewhat-satisfactory. Happy? Good luck on your high school project :p

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[boysunberry]

XMAS IMAGINES for TC teacher crush COMMUNE

• Snow ANGELS with your TC rolling around in the snow messing with eachother SNOW BALL FIGHTS holding eachothers faces to warm eachothers hands.

• laying on them by a fireplace rolled up between their legs, falling asleep on them, and them falling asleep on u, watching their chest rise and fall as they breathe whist sleeping.

• christmas shopping !!! complaining ur cold to your tc and they wrap u up tighter in scarfs and gloves and coats. you stop by cafes in the dark and christmas music playing non stop while you drink coffees and hot chocolate and giggle about so and so

• looking after tc whilst they have a cold servijg them hot soup ( my tcs fav ) and not caring that youll get their cold <333 soggy kisses

• ICE SKATING TOGETHER falling over too many times 😭😭

• decorating christmas tree together listening to fav christmas songs, baking christmas bakes like cookies and brownies and cake. feeding eachother the bakes and cleaning it off eachothers faces

• suprise christmas gifts, them knowing exactly what u wanted waking up christmas morning with them in matching pjs, their face as they realise u got exactly what they wanted too

• sitting outside in the dark and watching first snow fall, wrapped up warm holding eachother

• KAREOKE baby its cold outside !!! thought ab this one on the way home from school LOL

if i think of any more ill just add them to the list but these are just ones that have been on my midn larely ❤️❤️

[redrook]

tldr; I tried to kidnap Santa when I was a kid.

so when I was very young, my parents got divorced, and my mom remarried a conservative Baptist. At this point, they tried earnestly convincing that all of my winter gifts came from Santa

now I was pissed, because my older brother kept getting like Legos and video games and robots, and I kept getting dolls, and if I was lucky they were technologically advanced enough to close their eyes. so I'm like there is a fucking disconnect between me and this "Santa" asshole

so when I was either 4 or 5, I decided to kidnap Santa to have an honest conversation about what was going wrong here.

so we're getting ready for Xmas, and I seriously ask "what does Santa like best?" and my step-dad was like oh he looooves cookies! He wants you to leave them out for him! And I'm like I need to make cookies for Santa. Fresh. As many as we can make.

so we leave out the milk, and the cookies, and I even asked what the reindeer like, and we left carrots for them. then when I thought no one was looking, I put some netting in the fireplace and some of those little things where when you throw them on the ground they go POP! because I figure, well, Santa has to visit a lot of houses fast, so I can hear him when he crashes down the chimney, and then I can run down and CATCH him

so my parents tuck me in at night, I pretend to fall asleep, and then I hide out by the staircase on the alert for the fire crackers (?) to go off

some amount of time passes and I hear a POP! and cussing, and to my glee I scramble silently down the stairs so as to kidnap Santa.

to my indignate rage, I see my stepfather by the cookies and the present, and think, "that is the wrong fat man!!! He is ruining EVERYTHING!!" I then realized that Santa wasn't real, and I had been lied to.

cut to the next morning, and me reigning in my disappointed disgust opening another American Girl doll as my family smugly announced "Santa got that for you!" because they were so insistent on Santa giving me all my gifts, I thought that if I admitted I knew Santa wasn't real, they would stop giving me presents. I waited until I was nearly 12 to admit I knew Santa wasn't real.

that didn't stop the kindergarten parent teacher conference though resulting from me telling my entire class "Santa is FAKE!! Your parents are LYING they just don't want to give you the gifts you actually want!!" and then I bit someone who called me a liar

anyway I'm Jewish now

[sickofthis666]

Listening to "Off with her tits" by Allie X which is about wanting to get rid of her boobs/wishing she never had them in the first place, and I find it pretty relatable. Like I'm not going to get em removed by a surgeon cause they're a healthy part of my body, but when they appeared my life changed irreversibly.

I remember spending the first 10 years of my life essentialy genderless. I'd play on the beach topless, I'd play pretend with my childhood friend where I was Tarzan and she was Jane and I'd bump my chest.

Sure I was gifted barbies and baby dolls for my birthdays and xmas by friends and relatives, but if I asked typical "boy" toys like Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Yoh, my parents didn’t bat an eye.

Sure my mom made me wear dresses and skirts, but as soon as I was old enough to pick what I wanted to wear and stopped wearing dresses and skirts completely after boys lifted them, she didn’t say anything.

But then I grew up and was forced to face reality.

At 10 yo my boobs began to grow and I had to kiss goodbye the freedom of hanging out topless, or even to hanging out braless. At 12yo I faced street harassment/catcalling for the first time.

I was naive and optimistic and almost believed sexism and misogyny to be things of the past.

Then I learned that all rich countries leaders were men. That 97% of CEOs were men, in an age where some multinationales wielded as much power, if not more, than the richest countries. That my country never had a female President and doesn't plan to have one. That every day women were killed by their male partners or male ex partners, even in a "civilised" country like mine, one of those where "feminism went too far", and that even though those women were had been assaulted by their killer before, the state didn’t save them. That rapists don't go to jail or if they do it's for two years even though a rape is classified as a crime meaning the sentence should be 10 years minimum. That women and mothers are blamed for dating wifebeaters and staying with, as if leaving didn’t mean that he would stalk her and kill her. Shoot her. Or set her on fire.

I have been that 10yo girl that'd take it personally if teachers asked "for a strong boy" to carry things, and felt obligated to show off my strength to compensate the insinuation that girls were weak. (Reference to That Post I've seen circulating, if you know you know).

Then 10 years later I noticed that depsite going to the gym weekly where I was the only woman working on my arms instead of my legs - if there was any other woman at all -, my little brother who spent his time sitting in front of his PC could lift 20kg without a second thought, while I couldn’t make them raise them from the ground at all.

[babaleshy]

Abandonment Issues

I have this need to compile all known things likely to contribute to my abandonment issues because I don't know if I'll ever get help with them. The things that contribute mostly involve things that have happened to me, and I will be adding examples of situations that cause them to kick in.

Because I know this will be a rather long post, I'll have a page-breaker.

First is a list of a timeline of significant events that contributed to the development of my abandonment issues:

The earliest would be when my dad took my brother and me grocery shopping at Kroger, and when we got to the check-out, he realized he forgot the money. He then proceeded to, after gaining permission, left not only the cart full of groceries at the front desk, but also left me and my brother with the groceries, with my brother still barely out of toddlerhood (if not still a toddler) so he could drive a HALF AN HOUR HOME to get the money, then come back. (I revealed this to mom a month or 2 ago and apparently she didn't know about this and was pissed while my dad grinned innocently.)

Each time there was a group of friends at the house of whom I thought was a friend, all activities were chosen knowing I knew little of how to participate, or it was something I wasn't interested in. (She didn't wanna be my friend anymore, even explicitly telling me this, but I just wasn't getting it for some reason.)

After my older cousins became a certain age, they wanted littler to do with me, and my younger cousins I couldn't relate to.

My parents hardly spent much time with me unless it was something they wanted to do instead of nurturing any of my interests beyond birthday and xmas gifts.

I wasn't included much in activities at family gatherings (and as I got older, nobody wanted to talk to me beyond a greeting and would suddenly ignore me).

Despite being the only French Horn player in middle school, I frequently did not get my sheet music and would have to ask. A lot. And sometimes, I still didn't get the sheet music and had to improvise.

7th grade, we went to Louisville, KY (a RIDICULOUSLY LONG CAR RIDE from Ohio due to so many traffic jams thanks to several accidents on the highway), and I was largely ignored.

When I switched to mellophone in high school for marching band, my band director seemed to have forgotten to assign me spots for drills a few times... despite being the only one playing that instrument.

A science class my sophomore or junior year, the teacher said we could work with only one other person on an in-class assignment. The class was an uneven number. My 2 friends in that class worked together. I was by myself. I had points taken off because I didn't work with anyone. Because I couldn't.

Any bullies I've had, I got no help, with being told by teachers and authorities that there's nothing they could do except punish me in some way for being in the fight at all (while the bullies never got in trouble), or my parents telling me there's nothing they can do and to just stop making myself a target.

Anytime I needed help in class, the teacher wouldn't actually help, just repeat what they've said, and when I say that I still don't understand it, I'm told, "Then I don't know how to help you," and proceeded to ignore my pleas for help in class.

Extended family only ask about me through my parents, and never try to contact me, so I'm just a blip within smalltalk for them.

Nobody taught me how to care for myself, so when I got into college, I was a train wreck, but figured some stuff out quickly despite entering back Autistic burnout and having meltdowns and breakdowns.

Our whole dorm (6 roommates in total including myself) in the first room I stayed in all went grocery shopping, with a couple of roommates having friends come along. I had a collapsible shopping cart to haul groceries with, so when we were on our way back in the middle of the night when it was snowing and freezing, everybody walked almost half a block ahead of me, talking and laughing. I was left alone, struggling to pull the heavy cart over the uneven sidewalks by myself. No one checked to see how I was doing or if I needed help. They didn't seem to notice until they realized they got to the dorm building way before I did. When I got there, they asked me what took me so long. I said it's a heavy cart and nobody was helping. One of them tugged the cart a bit, acknowledged that it was heavy, and then they all continued to ignore me again.

2nd dorm room, I went with 2 roommates out of town to get supplies to make my first (and so far, only) partial fursuit. Everything was fine and when it came time to take the bus home, I was reading the wrong schedule (I didn't realize the bus schedule was updated) so no buses ran into downtown, only as far as a particular neighborhood. I offered to have my dad come give us a ride, but they refused, with my closest roommate being royally pissed. My dad would've been there just in time, but they weren't convinced. The drive my dad would've taken would've been an hour and 45 minutes. When we walked, it took us 4 hours to get back to the dorm. They walked 2 or 3 blocks ahead of me, and I had my cellphone out to avoid feeling alone. My parents couldn't stay on for very long for reasons I can't remember. I got onto the phone with my then-boyfriend (now-husband) and he could only be on the phone until he had to go to bed because it was very late and his stepdad wanted him off the phone. By the time we got back to the dorms, my roommate was fine and said she was over it already.

I had to go to the emergency room at my first job at some point and a co-worker took me there, but he had to get back to work. When I was in a room finally, I wasn't seen for 8 hours because they didn't put any indicator on the door that someone was in there, so they didn't even know I was in there until they were looking for another bed for another patient.

When my brother died, mom paid attention to other people's kids, and I stopped existing to her for the longest time. She still barely listens to me when I try to socialize with her despite living with her (unless I say something she doesn't like hearing). My dad hardly paid any attention to me, too, and when I try to socialize, I'm suddenly "talking too much."

Ever since we moved in with my parents due to bedbugs and financial reasons, I've hardly had any friends keep in much contact with me after the first few years.

There are likely others. Now here are situations where my abandonment issues kick in:

My husband wanting to hang out with some friends or one of his siblings; I'll fear he's doing this to get away from me.

My parents ignoring me when I try to socialize.

Unable to keep any convo going with friends online, making me fear they either don't want to talk to me and find me annoying, or they don't want to make time because they think I'm annoying.

Extended family not being in contact with me.

I can't watch Jurassic World 2 because that brachiosaurus being left behind to suffer in the lava hit me personally and I relate with that CGI dino far too much to ever watch that movie again.

The counselor I was trying to see for said abandonment issues ignore any and all concerns I originally went there for and debunked everything I experienced by claiming it's me being anorexic because of my BMI (when in actuality, I have health issues and even stated that I'm seeing doctors for it). She also completely ignored the fact that I'm eating food, but my metabolism is too high. She also offered to have my husband come in on a session, and I agreed, and when it was obvious he took my side, he stopped existing to her.

The dietitian I was seeing ignored the fact that I kept saying endometriosis can royally fuck with the digestive system, she even told me she doesn't understand how it can affect that, and proceeded to beg me to eat as if I don't eat or I'm refusing to eat much. So because of her and the counselor, I feel like I'm not allowed help all because of the stupid BMI.

I see people come out in the LGBTQ community and witness them (many of whom I know) get not just enthusiastic support, but they talk about it. I come out as a demiwoman or greysexual, and it's "oh, that's nice ^^" and that's it... It's like nobody wants to talk to me.

These abandonment issues make me feel like I don't exist, that I'm either a ghost somehow communicating somewhat with the living, or that I'm watching television and I'm so immersed that I'm trying to communicate with the characters expecting them to talk back.

But when I finally do exist, it's mostly when someone has a problem with me. I'm suddenly "too much" or "difficult to live with" (as an old roommate put it). The only support I've ever had is my husband, who does his best, and I love him for it, but it's not easy. I need professional help, but because my BMI, a number that's based on assumptions and bullshit, is far more important than my actual fucking struggles, I don't feel I'm allowed any help whatsoever.

I'm gonna do some searching for another counselor or therapist that will take my insurance and see about hopefully booking an appointment during the warmer weather.

It's stuff like this as to why I can't see myself do much actively for whatever community I become a part of. I can only do passive things like help move information along or maybe grow food. And I'm so out of practice when it comes to socializing that I fear making friends IRL might be impossible at this point. I don't even think the friends I still sort of keep in touch with online would be able to handle being around me IRL. Right now, I'm just trying to help keep my sanity functioning.

[theknightlywolfe]

Being raised in a Catholic household by a non-practicing father who thought he had married a Buddhist woman (because racism) it was if I hadn't been raised in a Catholic household. Like the symbols were there and we did Easter and Xmas for the family gathering and gift giving but that was it. And taking Catholic classes when I went to Catholic school was exactly like taking statistics. Like, I had some vague idea of what is what but it was all Greek to me.

A lot of Catholicism things I didn't learn until I deep dived on Evangelion like the hyperfixated geek I am. Despite going to Catholic school for six years and acing all but one religion class in that time (the one I didn't ace was because the teacher was a bigot who found out who in his class wasn't Catholic and docked us so the highest we could get was a B+).

Like the only thing I know about the Lance of Longinus that isn't middle ages con artistry or Evangelion BSery is that my comparative religions teacher said that apparently there was some myth about the messiah would not suffer a lingering death and so being stabbed by the lance was actually good because it meant he died faster and stayed more in line with the myth. (No idea if this is true, I really only remember him saying this because I agree a fast death by bleeding out is better than a slow death by crucifixion).

Being raised by areligious jews with 0 exposure to christianity outside pop culture is so fun. One time I asked my ex-catholic friend why a picture of jesus had a bristle crown and she looked at me like I was insane. One time I heard someone mention the "lance of longinus" and responded, word for word, "Like from Evangelion?" One time during a history lesson my professor described an important monk and scholar as "Dominican" and I spent the rest of class super confused and hung up on it because I was very sure that the Dominican Republic didn't meaningfully exist as an entity back then, maybe she meant he was a native Taino or something but that's a weird way to say that and I'm pretty sure this was pre- European contact? Really fucks people up when they realize I genuinely have no idea.

[drella]

2day was better than i expected :D

[noisycowboyglitter]

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[c0rpsedemon]

ok that's kinda a lie bc it was a good thing ultimately. also it's been over 6 hours but what can you do. basically, as i was walking in my teacher said she wanted to speak to me before class ends. ok. not something anyone wants to hear esp if your teacher is scary. mine is. so i decided to get it over with and went up to her desk like 10 minutes in and it turns out she meant like. Close to the end of class. great. so now i'm spending the next hour and a half or so (< doesn't know the length of class blocks at a school he's gone to for 3 years) worried sick (< actually gets nauseous when nervous) about what i did/what she knows about. leading theories are "cheating on homework" (thought to be untraceable??? shocked and upset) and "fell asleep during a lecture last tuesday" (thought she hadn't noticed). so at the end of class we have to hand in the packets she gave us (finished or not) and i.... was on tumblr the whole class bc the work was on the concept from last tuesday + nerves got in the way (i finished 5 equations at least), so that's just added to my anxiety. my strategy is to try and be invisible until my work is already deep within the pile but when i'm at her desk (and she isn't) she notices me (shit). and before i can even say anything she hands me a box with an envelope on it with my name and says it's a christmas gift. upon further inspection it's a box of those cookies from trader joe's. you know the ones. i open the envelope and there's an xmas card with a very wordy note on the inner cover thanking me for last thursday's class when she left to go to the bathroom 2/3 of the way through and 30 minutes after i stayed after class until she wasn't busy speaking to anyone just to tell her that she'd accidentally tucked her dress into her underwear. i don't have a good conclusion to this story. https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AntiClimax

had a weird experience today in math class (< not a sentence any normal person wants to walk away from their math class with)

[prorevenge]

Bridezilla Karen ends up looking like a pauper at her own wedding.

I (F48) have known “Pat” (F48) for decades. As far as I can remember, she was fixated on having 5 children and a picket fence dream life. I slowly cut ties with her in college because she was an opportunist and I didn’t trust her. She is both manipulative and forceful. Her idea of cute rubs me the wrong way. Pat likes to walk like a penguin when she wants to elicit pity, and she usually does this when she wants to evoke the underdog narrative. I’ve never seen someone act so despicable and ridiculous at the same time.

I moved on with my life. Happily got rid of her for years. Pat eventually found me on facebook. I accepted her friend request out of politeness.

Pat has become the epitome of a permissive mother. Her (5) kids do as they please and she never calls them out. She tried to force a relationship between me and her daughters and made them call me Auntie. Pat tried to drop them at my house uninvited. Her phone calls were insistent, she tried to monopolize my time and she began to show up at my job. I created some boundaries so she tried to find loopholes. It was a nightmare.

My husband and I hosted a party for the community center (not the real name) new members. The community center is actually a very informal initiative and my husband and I mainly serve the homeless population. We prefer to help strangers instead of catering to potentially narcissistic acquaintances. We don't mind lending a hand but we have encountered truly dishonest choosing beggars.

There are other services, like one of the members who helps women get their wedding and prom dresses for free.The community center location “headquarters” is actually a farm owned by an elderly couple. There is a barn, a venue and a very nice green field with an artificial lake and some fowl. They charge for the use of their facilities (weddings , etc.) but not for community oriented stuff.

Pat had always been salty at her husband for demanding that she go back to work after baby #3. In the meantime, he worked three jobs. She demanded he get her pregnant to fulfill her dream of having 5 kids. He didn’t agree, because he was already nearly 45 and felt like he might never be able to retire. She got away with bringing new babies into this world anyway. Her fascination with being pregnant comes from all the attention she gets. She had at least one miscarriage in between each kid.

Pat latched on to our group. She never missed any of our activities. I hated having her in my house, but it was an open invitation that included virtually everyone and she was very active as an event organizer. I didn’t like the way her kids behaved. We have a designated area for parties and entertainment, but her kids ended up inside my bedroom. We ended up having to keep watch of them and enjoyed zero of our own party.

I called her days later to get my point across (regarding their overall behavior) but she completely cut me off and began talking about herself and said her kids wanted to come visit again and use our pool. I never answered that. I didn't want to say “no, I will not have your brats over”.

She also called me as summer was approaching specifically to let me know her middle daughter was bored and wanted to spend a WEEK at our home. I politely declined, citing that me and my husband have to work and cannot entertain guests. .

Pat paid no heed. Her kid called me on the weekend,calling me “auntie” and attempted to coax me by saying “Mom says you invited me to spend SUMMER with you”. I quickly clarified, and offered an explanation to avoid hurting a kid’s self esteem. Nevermind. Her daughter just hung up on me.

Pat’s facebook also showed some red flags. Some cryptic rants here and there were visible, along with friends’ comments and complaints on how she asked a particular person to watch her kids only for a couple of hours and ended up leaving them all day. Another of her friends criticized her “girls night out “ because Pat had just asked them to be patient and wait until she could pay back some money that she owed them, yet she had money to spend on Friday night outings. I thought those very public comments on private matters were more like a cry of lost patience.

Unpleasant things began to happen. Like the time she volunteered to wrap the Xmas presents for underprivileged kids. We all wanted to create a mix of less costly gifts with really nice ones. Surprisingly, some nice and eye-catching toys and games went missing but turned up under her Christmas Tree (courtesy of her mother in law’s FB posts). No one could prove anything but it was hate-inducing. Or the time my daughter called me in tears to pick her up after she attended Pat’s daughter’s birthday (Casey). My daughter had been ignored all night because she didn’t gift her the expensive gaming stuff Casey practically demanded. My daughter did ask, but I said no. We would buy her a very nice and thoughtful present according to her taste. So when I went to pick her up my daughter was sitting alone in the living room while Casey and her friends stayed outside.

Stories about Pat and her family multiplied. The owners at the farm (community center) decided keep their their gates locked unless they had guests or events because Pat got in the habit of driving in whenever she pleased and it was either her kids screaming and disturbing on-going weddings, throwing rocks at the koi in the lake or harassing the geese in the yard. Or how she stiffed another soccer mom with the lunch bill and then pulled the struggling financially card. Or how other parents hated her because she created unnecessary hostile competition.

When my daughter turned 13, I allowed her to wear my grandma’s ring. It's not an expensive piece of jewelry, but it's vintage and girls nowadays wanna look boho. My Granny gave it to me when I became a teenager so I passed it on to my kid so she could wear it on her birthweek.

It was weird that she became quiet and distracted after that. She also didn’t want to go to school and my husband and I became suspicious. She never opened up, and my other kids had no clue.

We went to her school but her teachers assured us nothing had changed in her environment. My husband and I suspected she was being bullied but our kid gave us no tools to support her. My kid is very sunny, and very compassionate. She has never had any problems with other kids. I called her best friend’s mom. Natalie, my kid’s BFF, told us what was going on. Casey (Pat’s eldest) and my daughter had become “close”. I knew this and wasn’t too thrilled. I found the age (Casey was 17) gap not exactly inappropriate but I’d rather see my daughter spend time with friends in the same age range. Casey is very beautiful and a gifted student. She is also very conceited. To make this story short, she asked my daughter if she could try on the ring and refused to give it back. She later claimed that she lost it but “would look for it” so my daughter was distraught. My daughter kept asking for her ring and as a result, Casey shunned her and spread the word that my kid was trying to steal HER ring. Some kids at school took Casey’s side. So now Casey just wore my kid’s jewelry to school like nothing happened. If that doesn’t qualify as taunting I don't know what does.

My guilt comes from not being able to get my daughter to open up and feel safe telling me the truth. I talked to her and she burst into tears. I was both pained as a mother and furious that some teenage b!tch was doing this under our noses.

I went straight to Pat’s car after school. I asked to talk as Casey was about to go in. So I grabbed Casey’s hand and asked to see her jewelry. Casey froze and she tried to make a fist, so I became relentless. Casey yelled “Mom!” and Pat struggled to get out of the car. I slid the ring off (Casey has tiny hands and wore the ring on her index finger). First Pat yelled at me. After I confronted her with the engraving on the band (my grandma's maiden name), she argued it was loaned to her daughter by my kid. Then she said she bought it. I paid no heed. I did warn them that I knew Casey had become an abusive friend to my daughter.

Pat called me to tell me off. She said she was trying to raise an assertive young woman and I had just messed that up by being “overbearing”. She never apologized for her thief of a child.

Pat's husband ( Hank) is what can be described as a doormat. Pat wore him down to a knob. He had no choice but to “obey” her to keep the peace. She was a bully who actively withdrew affection when he didn’t follow her wishes, even in public. So she got kids #4 and #5 after a relentless campaign that included leaving him for two months. Her pregnancies were a nuisance because she expected to be treated like the only lady who has even been pregnant. She strolled around in a wheelchair almost immediately after getting pregnant and she would “get very sick” on weekends, so her kids were often sent to friends and family so that she could “rest”.

Pat systematically bullied Hank. She would leave town and take the kids with her. Poor Hank would look distraught, drinking on his porch or just looking really lonely. This is how she got off the hook and was able to leave her job. Hank had virtually no voice, so he struggled to keep the marriage together. Everyone liked him, but hated her equally. Hank loved to talk to other people but seemed concerned that Pat would be upset. Over time, according to my husband, Hank began to show signs of depression and mental distress.

Our friend, Lenah, runs the wedding/prom dress initiative. It's not complicated. Dresses are sourced from donations, ebay, trunk shows, etc. Unusually beautiful dresses are retained so that more than one bride gets to wear them. In some cases, a bride will pay 50 bucks, but most of the time, the dresses are donated to the bride.

Pat was involved in this. Lenah kept her in because they never had any issues and her task was limited to just shipping the dresses out.

Pat decided to renew her vows and her bridezilla Karenzilla attitude became the icing on the cake. For starters, she bullied another couple into giving up their wedding date at the farm because she “needed her renewal to match her exact wedding date”. They were not impressed with her harassment, so they booked another venue. As a result, the farm owners were pissed because Pat was already costing them money after she had successfully negotiated a cut in their rate “because she couldn't afford it but will repay by doing maintenance work around the venue” (she never made good on her word).

Pat became attached to a particular dress that was already assigned to another bride. Lenah made it clear that she would need to pay for her own dress. So Pat played it cool and shipped the wrong gown instead. She was adamant that it was the right dress, despite all the notes on Leah’s agenda. The other bride was truly gracious about it. She was obviously disappointed, but never made a scene.

What bothered me most is that I picked that dress and bought it for 40 bucks at a garage sale (not my money, Leah’s money). It was a vintage dress, ankle length, white with lots of lace and a huge bargain. Again, when confronted, Pat “did a Casey” and used the “this is mine” strategy. We felt so bad for the other bride that we did our best to get her something nice to wear. The other bride was a true fighter, she had pulled out of welfare, earned her high school diploma and was working to get on her feet by trying to earn a certificate as an acrylic nail technician. So, her reward was to have some Karen steal her dress? Pat never admitted to messing up, but just by the fact that she claimed it was her dress, we knew.

Lenah never allowed her in her warehouse again. Their last phone fight ended with Pat bringing up the other bride’s past (like it mattered) and “this conversation is over, it's my dress and you are mistaken”. That was weeks before the other bride’s wedding.

Pat went all out on her wedding decor. She spent way too much. She hired a caterer for some food (mainly mimosas and appetizers), but the wedding invitation included a request for specific dishes for her Sunday brunch wedding. Either she ran out of banquet money or was on a complete moocher mode.I picture the penguin walking upon practically asking everyone to supply her wedding reception grub and I cringe.

There is nothing wrong with potluck weddings. In fact, they can be a nice addition to a very cozy and family oriented wedding reception. But, don’t you need to at least be close to your guests in order to ask for such a thing? Even I got an invitation. I told everyone I wasn’t going because I was very uncomfortable being told what to bring and was probably expected to give them a cash gift on top of that. Some of the older ladies in our group agreed. Some said they would not decline in advance because she is a bully and they didn’t want a confrontation.

Lenah called me the night before Pat’s re-wedding. Lenah was there to close the Saturday night bingo and Pat was awfully friendly, but that’s what she does whenever things are going her way. Lenah peeked into the garment bag and saw the exact same dress while Pat was caught up supervising the wedding decoration.

The thing with Karens is that they expect everyone to suck it up, or make their dreams come true, or they simply underestimate everyone and think we are all fools.

Lenah is a very straightforward person with a “so sue me” attitude. She told me she would just ruin the dress. After all, it was hers, so she could do whatever she wanted. If Pat wanted to take legal action, and should things get ugly, she needed to prove ownership. However, the dress was the same, the marks inside the hem and the tags were the same. Even the tag numbers that were punched to identify each dress for logistics purposes matched.

Pat had the dress altered, with some extra beading and dyed to a deep cream color. But it was obviously the same garment. Lenah and I snuck in before the venue was closed for the night. All brides are allowed to stay in a small bedroom for a small charge, so that they don’t need to drive in on their wedding day. Honestly, the makeshift chapel was gorgeous, I don’t know how she paid for it but it was full of flowers and presumptuous details. I naively brought in some ink to spill on the dress, but Lenah said she wanted “something more awful, like a nasty surprise”. Ink would be too obvious and if she saw it ahead, she may be able to snag another gown from somewhere. No, the ideal thing was to have her trust the dress was fine. So Lenah locked herself in a bathroom stall and completely cut out the back panel. She patiently put it back on its hanger and zipped the bag. We left through the emergency door with the back of the dress stuffed inside Lenah's purse. I completely hate people who target and steal from anyone they (Pat and her kid) calculate to be in a weaker position.

The wedding was scheduled at 9 AM. Pat called me at 7 AM, but I ignored her calls. I picked up by 8 AM, both curious and wondering if she suspected anything. Pat was frantic.She was crying that her dress was “missing by half”. I purposely made her explain, being annoyingly dense and continually interrupting like she does, and stalling the conversation. She asked me if I could lend her my wedding dress. I said no, sorry. She then asked me if I would help her get a dress. I was satisfied to remind her that the town's bridal shops were closed on Sunday and the others that would open were almost an hour away. The farm is already almost one hour away from our town.

If Pat could get a shop to rent a dress, she would need to try the dress on, and get it steamed. Even if the dress was ready to wear, it would easily take more than two hours (roundtrip). She tried to ask me to go pick a dress (who would pay for this??). Even if a shop were open and brought her a dress, it would add to the cost. Also, these shops open at 10 or 9:30 at earliest. By time they got to her, it would be time to wrap up the wedding because she needed to clear the venue by 12:00 for the next event.

She broke down and mumbled some stupid stuff I didn't understand. So Pat hung up on me and called Lenah instead.. She asked Lenah to bring her “anything she had available”. Lenah and I ended up delivering the most outdated, moss smelling, oversized dressed. Pat’s disappointment was a mix between angry and emotional. She also tried to wear her knee length silk bridal slip as a wedding dress but it was too obvious and it really looked cheap. She tried to get her daughter to give her her own dress to wear with an open back zipper (due to fitting issues) but Casey refused, asking if she was supposed to attend the wedding naked (she got a point, plus Casey is petite).

The dress needed a petticoat to plump up the skirt, which wasn’t available. So it dragged all over the floor and Pat had to keep pulling it up. Pat walked down the aisle with one hand on her bouquet and another one grabbing her dress. The dress looked limp and weird with the arrangements of pins (they didn’t show) that caused the sleeves and neckline to pucker into messy rims. She spent the ceremony looking uncomfortable and out of place. Very few people attended but that was not part of any revenge, that was just how people reacted to her entitled attitude.

The dress looked awful. The reception portion of the wedding had all this princely decoration, a very nice cake and a bridezilla with a dress from hell. I didn’t stay, but I was told, she was so disappointed she spent her wedding sulking. There was no dance, no actual speech. She had to change into a shirt and leggings because the dress was too uncomfortable. Everyone talked about how Pat put on her flip flops and walked around aimlessly until she ordered the ushers to start folding up the chairs within one hour of the reception. So she practically kicked everyone out and the cake was never cut.

Pat wasn’t the same after this.She was not as loud and avoided everyone. I think she was disappointed that nobody ran to her rescue, not even her family who came from out of town.

Her husband finally cracked under all the pressure and sought some help. He was slaving away and coming home to clean the house while Pat used her kids as an excuse to spend like crazy. Hank also had to do kid homework because Pat never had time or never had patience. She also refused to get a partime job so her kids could attend an afterschool and get help with their school stuff. Therapy seemed to help Hank because the last time Pat left with her kids, he didn't seem distraught. He would be riding his bicycle and could be seen more relaxed while mowing his lawn. Hank told my husband that he had contemplated suicide after their third kid. When Pat returned, he maintained the routine but was interested in going out by himself and doing things for himself. We began to see Pat alone all the time. Hank was seen less and less in the same car and eventually moved in with his parents. He filed for divorce on the grounds of emotional cruelty and I don't think he won. Instead (I’m not sure of this because this is what I was told) there was some sort of a settlement or agreement that she would not get close or interact with him unless it has to do with the kids).

I also don’t know if Pat even actually suspected who/what happened to her dress. She slowly pulled away from the community center and became less active in social gatherings. Pat also removed me from her facebook as well as mostly everyone else from school and the center.

TLDR

Bridezilla stole a wedding dress from an underprivileged woman. The actual dress owner destroys her big day.

(source) story by (/u/forestcabin123k)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fantastically Festive Fics Friday: Bonus Beautiful Bookmarks Edition! (Dec 25/20)

AHHHH I tried with alliteration all the way through, LOL <3 

ANYWAY, like the Halloween Spoopy Saturday edition – because today is Christmas, I want to give you guys a gift of 5 of my fave Christmas fics ever!! 

PLEASE KNOW THAT I LOVE EVERY ONE OF MY BOOKMARKED CHRISTMAS FICS TO PIECES. I had a HELL of a time whittling this down to just 5, and then just finally went with the first five I thought of. So sorry!! <3

Also, don’t forget to check out all my Christmas Lists from years past and from all of you Lovelies Reccing some great fics! I hope y’all  have a fantastic day! <3 Happy holidays!!

SEE ALSO:

Christmas 2019 Part 1 (All Bookmarks XMas and New Years)

Christmas 2019 Part 2 (Marked for Later)

G / T / K+ Rated Christmas Fics (Dec. 2018)

Community Recs: Christmas 2020

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still.

Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Christmas Spirit by SilentAuror (M, 15,002 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Domesticity, Post S3, Happy Ending) – John hates Christmas. So does Sherlock, but he suggests that they do Christmas "properly" this year to see if they can't track down its elusive magic and discover for themselves what Christmas is supposed to be about.

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w., 26 Ch. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock, Frottage, Nightmares, Sleepy Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Humour, Fluff, Dancing, Cooking, Happy Ending) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, 39,629 w., 6 Ch. || Fluff & Angst, Case Fic, Oral / Anal, Humour, First Time, Miscommunication, Snark, Christmas) – Christmas time. 'Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there's a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn't have expected anything different.

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

[marauderssequels]

for some reason i cant send in asks, so ill do it as submissions, i got quite a few hcs (some of which are way too specific for this stage of planning, but whatever)

James:

Some other girl(s) polyjuicing into lily to get with James

James being cis-straight and a great ally (who still makes mistakes, but listens when its being pointed out, and educates himself)

Bad valentine’s poems

Peter:

peter either being explicitly a-spec or having serious partner(s)

i could imagine trans peter, however there would have to be other rep, because he ultimately is a bad character

peter being competent

Sirius:

Sirius speaking very good noble french (black family requirement)

Sirius being a big flirt but actually being very self conscious about his sexuality and stuff and getting very flustered when things are actually going somewhere

Sirius getting a magical tattoo of the moon that changes with the phases

Sirius being jealous of James when he meets his parents

Sirius growing his hair out every year, but having to cut it over the summer (it’s not too long yet at Xmas, so his parents let it slide)

Remus:

Remus having anxiety

sarcastic Remus

in canon it says somewhere that ppl thought Remus had a problematic bunny at home, and i need more of that

demi-bi Remus (if lily isnt)

its pretty much canon that Remus loves chocolate, but i like to think that sirius loves chocolate and Remus gets it from him

Remus and Pomfrey being close in some way

Remus having an extreme glow-up thanks to lycanthropy

Remus liking his meat less well done around the moon

Some ppl thinking Remus is Trans, bc of his “time of the month” (him getting moody, and the guys calling it that)

generally marauders:

late night map sessions

The boys definitely have a charmed record player in their dorm

James and Sirius taking mugglestudies and always asking Remus for help

just all kinds of stupid rumors about them, half of them they made up themselves

being friends with the house elves

marauders staying at hogwarts for a few days/the whole winter holidays because of the full

portrayal of the process to become an animagus (i think its official, there was a SuperCarlinBrothers video on it)

having them not just be “gifted” but actually be better and worse in different subjects and work together to balance that

Lily:

lily being bi and being with a girl before James (id love to see her with someone from a different house like Pandora lovegood or narcissa malfoy(black))

Lily writing with pens because it’s easier

Sassy lily

Demiro lily, oblivious to Snape liking her, falls for a girl she’s close to in 5th/6th, only falls for James after they become friends

Mrs potter telling Sirius/lily shes “heard a lot about them”

id love it if whichever book lily breaks her friendship with snape in would be her pov

idk if there’s canonically a certain year when the incident(Sirius telling snape how to get into the womping willow) happens, but it should probably not be the same as snape&lily ending

i believe the incident is earlier than that, so prob in 5th while lily ghosts snape in 6th

Remus and lily being (study-)friends before 7th year

i imagine lily to be a demigirl/female aligned nonb

Lily looking up to alice

other characters:

Pandora lovegood being lucious malfoy’s younger sister

generally Pandora and xenophilious lovegood

the black sisters and their relationship to Sirius and Regulus

Marlene&Sirius friendship, her teaching him make-up (regardless of what his gender will be)

i understood it the way that Fabian and Gideon weren’t twins, because i think it was mentioned here that way, but i might be wrong

I’m pretty sure hagrid was already whatever his position was called

i think Augusta longbottom would be a lot like molly with letters and stuff

idk how old rosmerta is but she could be a boys magnet as a student

Edgar bones in hufflepuff, Amelia in either hufllepuff or ravenclaw

Marlene and Dorcas at some point fuse wardrobe

snape not being that good at potions at first but when lily turns out to be good at it and enjoy it he throws all his energy into it to become as good as he is

I imagine frank (and alice) to be a year older than them, mostly bc I’d want the marauders to have the dorm to themselves

Trans McG

some more thoughts and hcs

prank traditions, id think they would do their biggest prank of the year on Halloween, which they’d start planning on the train ride

prank wars (maybe the girls challenge the marauders, or there’s an unofficial house cup)

two character’s owls hating each other for no reason (ik how random this is)

magic drinking games (later on)

Period cramp curse (a curse that causes pain comparable to period cramps)

The spell to hang someone in the air by their ankles gaining so much popularity that they start using it to wake each other up

girls’ dorms rejecting trans guys, and letting trans girls in

unicorns disliking trans guys, and liking trans girls (unicorns are said to prefer girls over boys)

sirius and/or remus are often smoking in fanfic/fanart, but I would dislike that to be the case here

they might be asked to tutor some younger students in later years (great way to have a bit younger characters in there)

inter-house relationships (including slitherins)

slug club, who gets in (lily of course, but else), what do they do, how important is it to the students

Some stupid professor giving muggleborns bad grades

Thestral lesson

id like every book to have a focus on a different character, but not be too strict about it? so like have a few chapters with a different pov thrown in there

a-spec rep!! (i could help with that)

allergies, like someone there gotta have some right?

even tho this is set in 1971-78, you could use modern day terminology for gender and orientation things, at least id prefer that

gender euphoria!! its a great feeling and needs more rep

eating disorders

not having all characters leave hogwarts in the relationships we know them in

ocs!! just a bunch all over the place, some more in the foreground than others and in all houses

they’d have changing dada teachers

having more diverse religious rep

I imagine them to be in the same dorm every year

I think there was a dragonpox epidemic going on (which later killed the potters)

id love to help with this project, idk how good id be as a writer, but i could prob edit and research/brainstorm, also i could help if you wanted to make any German characters

- submitted by @toni-d-b

[secret-rendezvous1d]

mobile masterlist.

ORIGINAL STORYLINE meeting and dating. - the coffee shop incident; harry and the missus meet for the first time. - hot-tub quickie; harry and the missus have sex in jeff’s hot-tub. - anal; harry and the missus experiment with anal play. - sunburn; the missus gets badly sunburnt. - clingy cuddles; harry and the missus lay in bed together on a rainy day. - anne’s icloud hack; personal photos get leaked online. - injury; harry comes home from dunkirk with a bad hand. - big toe tattoo; the missus makes fun of harry’s tattoo. - pool handjob; the missus gives harry a handjob in a greek pool. - surprise dinner; harry surprises the missus with a homecooked meal. - first time oral and ice play; harry eats the missus out for the first time. - another man photoshoot, 2016; the missus joins harry on his photoshoot. - red coat; harry wears a red coat during sex. - timing; harry cums prematurely.

- break up novella, part one. - break up novella, part two. - break up novella, part three. - break up novella, part four. - break up novella, part five.

- for when you’re missing me; the missus records something special for harry.

engaged and married. - getting permission; harry asks the missus’ parents for permission. - choosing the engagement ring; harry goes and picks an engagement ring. - proposing; harry asks the missus to marry him.  - telling the families; harry and the missus announce their news to their families. - telling the boys; harry and the missus announce their news to the boys. - early ideas; harry and the missus discuss their wedding. - first concert; one direction are back on tour. - walking around together; harry and the missus stroll around cardiff. - poolside loving; harry and the missus get intimate in a hotel pool. - sick; the end of the tour and harry falls sick. - bridal party and groomsmen; harry and the missus pick their chosen ones. - venues; harry and the missus talk about potential venues. - cake shopping; harry and the missus go cake tasting. - suit shopping; harry goes suit shopping. - dress shopping; the missus shops for a wedding dress. - stag-do and hen-party; harry and the missus celebrate before their wedding. - the wedding; part one. - the wedding; part two. - reception party; harry and the missus celebrate their wedding day. - honeymoon; harry and the missus honeymoon in santorini. - reminiscent; harry and the missus reminisce over the past. - simba; harry introduces the missus to what simba means.

pregnancy, labour and delivery. - talking about having a baby; harry and the missus discuss starting a family. - baby making; harry and the missus make love to make a baby. - “we’re pregnant”; harry and the missus find out they’re pregnant.  - news; part one. - news; part two.  - “did you know?”; harry talks about their baby. - twelve weeks; the missus hits twelve weeks. - bump; harry notices her bump for the first time. - award shows and fan greetings; the missus joins harry at the ama’s. - flights home and belly flutters; the missus feels the baby kick for the first time. - gender reveal; harry and the missus find out they’re having a girl. - names; harry and the missus discuss names. - cravings; the missus wants to eat weird food. - nursery; decorating the nursery begins. - protective; harry gets worried. - pregnancy frustrations; the missus doesn’t handle the heat well. - jamaican babymoon; harry and the missus and gemma and michal head to jamaica for a quick getaway. - “she’s not longer out little secret, is she?”; harry and the missus announce their pregnancy to the world.

baby (0-3). - happy birthday, missus; harry and persephone surprise the missus. - chewing daddy’s fingers; harry doesn’t mind alfie teething on his fingers. - ears; persephone has an ear infection. - newborn; harry changes persephone’s first nappy. - birthday boy; harry celebrates his birthday with his family. - valentine; harry and the missus go out for valentines. - insecure; harry feels insecure.

toddler to teens (4-19). - sick daddy; harry’s sick and persephone cheers him up. - fight; alfie walks in during an argument. - alfie’s eighteenth; alfie celebrates his eighteenth birthday. - a-level results day; persephone receives her a-level grades. - accidental accident; rose has an accident in front of connor. - kidneys; rose struggles with a urine infection. - sheets; harry catches rose washing her sheets in the middle of the night.

adults (20+). - welcome to the family; persephone introduces jack to her family. - great parents become grandparents; persephone and jack announce their pregnancy.

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harry tags. - harry talk. baby love.

- 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018.

- gucci campaign, 2018. - gucci campaign, 2019.

- live on tour, 2017. my show - eventim apollo, october 30, 2017.

- live on tour, 2018. my show - london’s o2, april 11, 2018.

- bbc radio one’s live lounge, 2017.

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au tags.

frat-boy harry. - broken promise. - party.

college dad harry. - “i’m pregnant, harry”. - ella.

divorce (completed). - settling for divorce. - “i miss you”.

soldier harry (completed). - letter. - home.

the missus and little mix. - apple music festival. - get weird tour. - the brit awards, 2016. - the brit awards, 2017.

single dad harry | harry bakes. - the one with the meeting. - the one with the first date. - the one where harry might experience more heartbreak. - the one with the third date. - the one where asher is sick. - the one where yn meets asher. - the one where yn meets harry’s family.

- best friend harry. best friend harry, single mum yn and elias.

- x factor harry. teen-dad/x factor harry.

- university student harry.

- big brother harry.

- teacher harry. teacher harry, single mum yn and isabella.

- professor harry.

- doctor harry.

- neighbour harry.

- gang harry.

- inexperienced pornstar harry.

- fifty shades.

- alex.

- the walking dead au.

- ceo yn.

- painter yn and photographer harry.

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blogmas, 2017.

december 1st, 2017. P first Christmas

december 2nd, 2017. Omg please do more Persephone and jack for blogmas!! I am in love with them. Maybe something where jack and P are out shopping and they split up in a department store and Jack starts walking around and looking at engagement rings and H and the missus go over and have a little chit chat with him?

december 3rd, 2017. Maybe at Christmas Eve after being with H and his family for a couple of days the whole Styles family and the missus would be sitting under the Christmas tree and opening presents. There would be a little box with the name of our lady and inside of it there would be a promise ring and Harry would be the cutey he is and go up to the missus and tell her a little monologue then put the ring on her finger.

december 4th, 2017. Harry and the miss being best friends and he takes her home to celebrate Christmas and he takes her virginity on Christmas Eve.

december 5th, 2017. Harry and the missus and the kids spending Christmas at a vacation

december 7th, 2017. Alfies first xmas

december 8th, 2017. Oh but imagine harry giving his girlfriend a border collie or rough collie or a husky puppy (i love) for Christmas because she had dogs her whole life but now she’s away from home and miss them so he surprises her with one amd she’s crying (I would cry so much) but then she’s like “oh no I can’t have her at my flat :(” so he tells her to look closely and there is a key to his house around the puppy’s neck

december 10th, 2017. I just love the idea of them having a brand new baby around Christmas time

december 11th, 2017. btw, you should write one a about Uni Harry and Y/N spending Christmas with Y/N’s family for the first time and him begin all awkward at the begging and everybody asking them how they met and what his goals in life are and yeah I think that’d be reallyyyyyy cute

december 13th, 2017. Set in 2017. The missus Amelie and Harry spend Christmas with Gemma and Anne and Michal at Anne’s Home x

december 15th, 2017. for blogmas or regular hazza begs for a date night after one of the baby is born like 1 year old

december 17th, 2017. How about the missus and Harry spend Christmas at her home and Anne is really sad

december 18th, 2017. Maybe one where Darcy tells the family she is pregnant on Christmas Day after all the struggles she’s been through?

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blogmas, 2018.

december 1st, 2018. someone else mentioned pubes talk, and I thought it would be hilarious if Harry was trying to do something romantic like cooking a Christmas Eve meal but naked and there was singe-ing (not singing!).

december 2nd, 2018. Are you doing Alex requests for Blogmas? If so, maybe his and Y/N’s first Christmas together since the war and he decides to propose to her?

december 3rd, 2018. what about pornstar harry making a festive christmas special w y/n?

december 4th, 2018. What if the missus gives Harry a gift on December 1st and it’s like an advent calendar but each day is a new position/place to have sex up until Christmas.

december 5th, 2018. Could you do maybe a sadder one after Ellie and Alfie’s miscarriage and for Christmas they all cheer him up

december 6th, 2018. Maybe they’re in la for Christmas one year because of Harry’s work when Persephone is like 4 and she’s missing the snow and does like being away from the UK for Christmas and harry just feels really bad like he ruined Christmas

december 8th, 2018. Did doctor harry having to work on Christmas

december 9th, 2018. First Christmas together and Harry is under the weather trying to act healthy.

december 10th, 2018. angst should be best friend harry! where they get in a fight about her flirting and being with someone else at a christmas party when she already kinda had an “unsaid” thing with harry where they’re friends with benefits but she didn’t know how he really felt plssss uGh

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[fresh-widow]

Holiday Stories

I’d rather stick to my agoraphobic norm and be whimsical about what I feel like doing on these end of the year gut wrenching rituals like Thanks-taking, Xmas, etc etc. B and I had a sense of humor about the whole thing.

Now that I am widwowed, some people just dont take no for an answer. With good intentions, undoubtedly, but most parties over 6 people just depress me.

So yeah right and so, this past weekend, I went to an art show of a good friend. She introduces me as an artist then people ask me what kind of art I do.

Im like, um. Im a teacher.

I feel like saying, “None.”

I make no art.

Yes, I went through a period of making paintings from age 22-38, and other crafts and to be sure, that is not over. I’m now 59 now so that makes 22 years of working full time, homeowning, and producing fruits, vegetables, legimes, eggs and honey off our land.

B died. I have 3 animals and a garden to tend, and a full time job.

Furthermore, many of my artist friends have traveled, made art, work little, and sell not that much. These friends always encouraged me to quit my job to make art, which I was not about to do because thise medical and dental benefits sure came in handy.

I love art and painting but my 59 year old self would rather be tossing my paintings away so someone else doesnt have to do it when I’m gone than to be making more. I don’t feel the urge to make art as therapy and if I continuosly see sloppy or boring art that does not improve over time, I feel it as escapism. Of course I love escapism, but nowadays I prefer the kind of escapism that does not offend or ruin my senses.

So this art friend wont take no for an answer about attending an XmasEve cynical secret santa, though I have told her the last thing I want to do is drive to the city on the said evening to refuse platters diabetes inducing goodies, and gift wrapped crap, amusing or not, its just not worth the drive.

I am not sure whether I am pitied or envied to incurr this insistance, but yes 20 plus years have passed by in solidarity with B and our own animist spin on this cracked window of time, and I am not making no paintings, or trips across the bay.

The good news is, for the past week, the dog next door is no longer cabled to her plastic house and wound around a tree. She goes in at night, and runs in the fenced in yard in the day. I did a little magic around that. A lot of the time, its just best to shut up, and work on positive intent.

“"If I have to please the world, that will be injuring the world; the voice of the majority is wrong... Every new thought must create opposition- in the civilized, a polite sneer; in the vulgar savage, howls and... scandals.” -Vivekananda

[erasethedarkness]

Day 7   |   December 19 - Secret Santa

Summary: UA’s staff is actually incredibly close, which isn’t really a shocker despite the professional and even aloof attitudes they can have towards each other *cough*Aizawa*cough*. The Secret Santa exchange was something they’ve been doing for a while, and while everyone else gets awesome normal (to them) gifts, it’s generally a running joke to see how outlandish and ridiculous Aizawa’s gift can be. This year, however, his Secret Santa got him something useful.

Note: This segment does not involve the reader at all, but does refer to them. I’m super behind on these prompts because I’ve been working on commissions on top of work and writing! Holiday business doesn’t make it easier, either. I will be posting the second half of Day 4’s prompt (yay NSFW sexy time), and the prompts for Days 5 & 6 eventually, but I wanted to post something relevant to the current prompt day! Honestly, I want to come back to this one and add more to it, too. I’m posting all of this on my AO3, so you’ll be able to find it all in chronological order eventually! Here is the link to “12 Days of Christmas (Aizawa x Reader)”!

@mha-xmas-challenge

Aizawa honestly hoped there wasn’t going to be anymore surprises this holiday. From the surprise trip to Manhattan to the reactions he received for bringing a date to the UA holiday party (which, really, why was it such a big deal and shock that he was seeing someone, and that she was gorgeous?), he’d had enough excitement. Unfortunately for him, Christmas was less than a week away now, and the holiday cheer and energy showed no sign of mellowing out. He didn’t mind it so much in the past, but did this year have to be so excessive?

Today was the big reveal for UA’s staff Secret Santa exchange. Despite his protests, Yamada insisted that Aizawa was participating, putting his name in to be drawn. Unwilling to let someone go without a gift or be disappointed, he ended up relenting, and took to heart finding a gift for the person he drew. The whole staff went through a lot together in the last year and a half, with One For All and the uprising of the League of Villains, so he wasn’t going to slack on this.

Everyone sat in the conference room together with a large pile of gifts in the vacant space that the tables made since they were put together in a square. Present Mic wore a festive ugly sweater that resembled a Christmas tree with blinking lights and a headband with a star bouncing around above his head. His enthusiasm was met by a few others who decided to get festive with him. Midnight took the opportunity to sport a Santa dress, complete with the red and white hat and knee high black boots, while Thirteen even dressed up their space suit to look like a snowman!

Mic threw a Santa hat over Aizawa’s long and messy hair, meeting no resistance from the fellow teacher who sat in his chair in his black clothes and gray scarf. Technically he wasn’t in his hero costume, but it was hard to tell the difference when he generally still only wore black, and he never went out without his scarf- not even at UA.

“Aaalllright, everyone! Let’s get this exchange rooollling!” Yamada started, making himself sound like a sports announcer. He rolled his shoulders, hands in excited fists making little circular motions. “Everyone grab a number to see who gets to find and open their gift first!”

In a matter of mere minutes, the pro heroes teaching and running the most prestigious hero academy in Tokyo were reduced to children opening their gifts on Christmas morning. Wrapping paper was savagely ripped off and excitement overflowed from them. Even as professional heroes and teachers by day, they deserved to have moments when they could let their guard down, too. This was one of those few special occasions.

“Alright, Eraser, are you ready to wrap things up here? You look ready to fall asleep… like always,” Midnight laughed. Earlier, Yamada found Aizawa’s gift while looking for his and just placed it in front of him to see if he could entice some excitement out of him. It didn’t work. He left it there untouched, watching everyone and making comments now and then, even chuckling every so often with a smile. He was in a good mood and having fun, but he never showcased his joy so outright like others tended to.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, voice vacant of excitement while he eyed the box curiously. It was a rectangle about 18” x 10”, rather thin, and very light. A gold ribbon was wrapped around it and tied into a bow, contrasting the red box. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, leaning forward to see what Aizawa’s secret Santa got him this year. It was generally a running prank to see what ridiculous item could be gifted to him since he was such a minimalist person with simple needs and wants. He’d gotten everything from a ridiculously oversized Hello Kitty plush to random adult toys that have amassed into a fair collection. If they weren’t gifts, he would have thrown them all away, but they were and he had some feeling of sentimental value to things people have given him. He just kept them all secretly stashed and tucked away.

“Open it alreeaadddyyyy!!” Yamada whined, shaking his friend with excitement and making everyone else wait longer. Midnight tugged on his shirt and pulled him away from Aizawa so he could open the box that she got for him.

“Alright, jeeze,” he sighed under his breath, acting annoyed. Unlike his coworkers and friends, he decided to take his time opening the present, especially since his was the last one. He pulled the end of the bow, making it crumble as it was undone, and removed it completely before his hands came to the lid. He lifted the edge of the lid closest to him, taking a glance at it before deciding not to reveal it and close the box again. It didn’t show much, but he was flustered, but Yamada could tell from the way subtle he became just barely more rigid due to having to keep his blush at bay and face straight.

Just about everyone let out a groan of disappointment when the box closed again.

“What? C’mon, Shouta, don’t be a party pooper,” Yamada pouted, crossing his arms over the blinking lights of his sweater.

“It’s just clothes,” he answered with a bored tone, keeping his hands on the box to make sure it remained closed.

“Then why don’t you share it with everyone?” Kan taunted, challenging him with a more playful rivalry. Aizawa’s glare immediately shifted to him.

“It’s boring. Now that we’re done, I’m going to get ready for patrol,” he tried to brush their curiosity away, only piquing it further as he got up and walked toward the door of the conference room with the box tucked between his arm. Fortunately for everyone else, Kayama was closer to the door and blocked it.

“Now, now, Aizawa, share with the class. It can’t be worse than the hyper-realistic dildo you got from me two years ago, or the three sets of kitty ears and tails from Yamada because he couldn’t pick just one to give you.”

He sighed and leaned his head back, debating whether or not it was worth it to use his scarf on Midnight so he could leave, or to swallow the embarrassment of revealing this year’s gift.

“Fine,” he agreed, hoping that she would move away from the door so he could just leave without showing them. When she didn’t show any sign of stepping away, he turned around with his lips tight and eyes closed so he wouldn’t have to see their reactions. He opened the box and counted to three in his head before shutting it and turning around.

“‘Boring’ my ass!” Yamada shouted. Three seconds was more than enough time to elicit squeals from his peers. Were they all really adults, and teachers at that? Inside the box was a strappy red teddy, clearly meant for Aizawa to have you wear. It was Christmas themed with a large bow that would dangle between your breasts and another one over your ass, making you the perfect Christmas present for him.

‘Not a bad secret Santa gift this year, is it?’ Kayama thought to herself with a smirk. When he turned back to her, she stepped out of the way so he could leave, his peers cheering for him, the implications obvious.

“You’re welcome, Tiger. Now go wrap up your pretty kitty,” she whispered in a low and sultry voice as he passed her. That was the comment that broke him, and a red blush bloomed on his cheek as he left the room, leaving behind the chaos he knew was going to break loose, especially after that reveal.