#also merry christmas!!

[keyrinq]

[lianaet]

it's a little late but anyway... happy birthday @shou-jpeg!! I hope you enjoy this lil iwaoi drawing just for you!!

[meteortrails]

everyone appreciate my new favorite dress that my mom got me for Christmas 🎄🎄 I love it so fucking much I feel like some woman from a period piece who’s about to cry at a dinner party it’s Fantastic

[035814]

in oomf comeback we trust

hell yeah oomf

[bananahkim]

Merry Christmas!

Happy Krampus!

[mabbbish]

s9 noodles and leftovers

[yubriamakesart]

"Scrooge said that he would see him—yes, indeed he did. He went the whole length of the expression, and said that he would see him in that extremity first." - Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF animatronics aren’t evil,, just jolly

[purplepenguintime]

I rest my case

[un-dermask]

"Why can't you see yourself the way those who love you see you..?"

"How I see you..."

"..."

shh....💕 In my mind this is what happened in that scene -//w//-

Redraw of this

Comic: bio parents Au by @kyri45

And here is the full page!

[rendevok]

The gingerbread anything agency!

A secret santa gift for my good friend max 🥰🫶

[catsinacottage]

[oh-gh0st]

i heart these rivals so much. maybe they'll kill each other. maybe they'll kiss. maybe they'll make ou

[dyingtobehim]

happy one year to pete wentz accidentally leaking brendon uries pregnancy and putting panic in the grave

[reddevilmcnt]

"You couldn’t handle going on a date with me," Dmitri’s response comes too quick, too sharp, like he’s trying to laugh it off before the thought takes root. It’s a joke, of course. Just jokes between friends. He convinces himself of that. Reggie wouldn’t handle a date with him because, hell, Dmitri would’ve been all over him by now. But you don’t say things like that to your best buddy. You don’t make it weird.

Nonetheless, every idea Dmitri throws out is just another excuse to be around him, to keep that bright, dizzying smile on Reggie’s face. Both of them had their share of demons, their heads far too loud on the worst days. The world they navigated (fast, unforgiving, and physically punishing,) left little space for anyone else to understand them. Except each other.

"Shit, I’m kidding. Don’t go siccing your new boyfriend, who doesn’t know he’s your boyfriend, on me." The words are light, teasing, but there’s a slight hitch in his chest. Reggie? Caught up in some kinda situationship mess? That’s news. Dmitri always thought Reggie was too shy, too careful, for that kind of leap. Not that Dmitri has any business being jealous. Relationships weren’t his thing, but that didn’t stop the flicker of something sharp behind his ribs.

Before the silence stretches too long, Dmitri stands and offers Reggie his hand, hauling him up in one effortless motion. The contact lingers a beat longer than it needs to, callused thumb brushing Reggie’s palm before he lets go. Realizing the cabin is swallowed in shadows, Dmitri flips on a few lights as they make their way to the kitchen. The space was as stunning as ever, with vaulted ceilings framed by rough-hewn wooden beams that felt both grand and grounding. Low lighting from frosted marble sconces set the room in a cozy glow, and the snow that kept piling softly against the wide windows refracted the moonlight into delicate patterns on the rustic butcher-block island counter. Dmitri always loved this place for how it made the world outside disappear, but tonight, it feels smaller. More intimate.

“Alright, Mr. World-Class Baker,” Dmitri teases all in good humor, plucking two boxed mixes from the counter. One promises snowflake-shaped sugar cookies; the other, little gingerbread men. He holds them up with a cocky grin. “Take your pick.” Once that's settled, he pulls on an apron that reads Kiss the Cook, tying it around his waist, then tosses a second one to Reggie. That one says, Ya Bakin’ Me Crazy. Dmitri’s smirk deepens as he watches Reggie fumble to catch it, and then he turns away to wash his hands, broad shoulders tensing as if bracing himself for something.

“So,” Dmitri starts, his voice carefully neutral as he scrubs his palms under the warm water. “This guy you got a crush on... Do I know him?” The question hangs in the air, heavy, as Dmitri keeps his back to Reggie. He doesn’t want to turn, doesn’t want to see the answer etched on Reggie’s face. But then again, maybe he does. His mind flickers back to the fireplace, the way Reggie had looked earlier---- cheeks pink, lips soft and parted. He swallows hard, letting the thought linger a second too long: what else could he make blush like that?

"you don't have to be drunk alone. we can be drunk together." the offer could have been taken as a simple, friendly gesture. reggie doesn't have to tip his hand to make his point. despite the pit in his stomach, the idea of anyone else warming dmitri's bed after a night of debauchary burning something in him that he hasn't experienced in such a long time that it's almost startling to feel it now. the words want to slip past his lips so badly, to plant a firm line in the sand, a firm root in the ground, a clear and ever present intention.

but he doesn't. because reggie is a coward.

he's been called a hero so many times. a firefighter, someone who puts his own life on the line all the time to walk in and save other peoples, the guy who would happily hand anyone the shirt off his back and the last five dollars in his wallet, but he doesn't feel like a hero, doesn't feel like someone who deserves anything even remotely close to the title. coward swirls around in his thoughts like a battering ram, those dark and clawing feelings that he simply isn't good enough and never will be good enough.

that's why he'd become a firefighter to begin with, isn't it? that fear? that understanding somewhere deep inside of himself that he'll never be good enough.

the spiral is getting bad, that self loathing crawling up his spine and settling in him like a too tightly wrapped blanket, and it threatens to smother him until a warm, firm hand lands on his shoulder and knocks him, at least partially, out of it. he has to blink, several times in fact, as the room and the fire come back into focus, and for a brief second, probably too brief to clock, his head tilts toward that hand on his shoulder, tries to press his cheek against it to ground himself back to this reality, to this moment.

and a laugh startles out of him. "dunno if you can call it a situationship. does it count as one of those if the guy doesn't even know?" he says it still in some kind of semi conscious state of thought, still coming back to himself, and he shakes his head one more time to clear away the final strands of errant thought that no longer feel overwhelming, but simply linger a little too closely to the surface.

the knees against his leg are enough to bring him all the way back down to earth, and it's almost unconscious the way his hand lands on one of those knees, rests there and gives the lightest squeeze. "well, i suppose that makes you the luckiest man alive, as you happen to be spending the evening with a world class baker. i've been making christmas cookies with abuela and marisol since i could stand up straight, so i'll walk you through it and we'll have the best cookies ever." his head turns to face dmitri, and his smile is wide and bright for the first time, genuine, without hiding. his face is flushed pink at the closeness of the man, but he's safe in the dim light of the room.

"careful with all those ideas of yours or i'm gonna have to start telling people this was our first date." the teasing in his tone is light but a little nervous, knowing all too well that that line is getting closer and closer and he's almost stepping right over it.

[metalmiez]

❤️ Happy Holidays to all of you ❤️

Aziraphale loves to send Christmas cards. This year, he wanted to go the extra mile, using a photo of him and Crowley for the Cover. It was hard to convince the demon of letting a photo be taken of the two of them. It was harder to get him to wear the sweater and the hat.

He only did it because he lost a bet.

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I am forever grateful for all of you sticking with me and my silly drawings ❤️

(and big thanks to @hopelesslysleepy for pitching the ‘Peas on Earth’ idea. It’s hilarious)