#and i got a hot chocolate

[navybrat817]

Lovelies, I just went to a family friendly walkthrough light display that is usually used as a haunted house attraction. They honestly did a great job, but I kept giggling. I don't know what my favorite part was.

The handprints behind the dolls.

The tarantula covered in lights.

The "Cookie Oven" that looked like an entrance to Hell.

The cookie baking display where the mannequin is in a cage with blood splatter behind it.

Or the "Camp Crystal Lake" sign above a Santa.

There are more, but I had a blast and the kiddos were blissfully unaware. ❤️😂

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[ghostface-knight]

i've got some big news for the person who left this comment on the black friday trailer

[ultravioletbrit]

“decide / cold” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 449 words

I wasn’t able to do a fic yesterday so doubled up with yesterday’s and today’s prompt. shhh, don’t tell anyone. 🤫  

“James!” Regulus yells from the porch. “Can I please go inside? I’m freezing!” Regulus shoves his hands in his pockets trying to decide if he’s angry or just annoyed.  

“I know! I know!” James calls back. He’s facing away from Regulus, adjusting something Regulus can’t see. “I’m sorry. I swear I was ready and then it just—” James grunts as he moves something. “—and I just need to—” He huffs with frustration at something else “—but I swear I’m almost—” Regulus sees something topple over. James’ shoulders slump forward, and he drops his head with a sigh.

“Never mind.” James tells him, turning to face Regulus, looking like the saddest kicked puppy. He walks up to the porch, eyes on the ground. “I’m really sorry, it’s not ready yet. Go inside and I’ll try to fix it and come get you when I’m sure it’s ready.”

“What is it?” Regulus tries to peer around James, but there’s not much to look at.

James takes an exasperated breath. “It was supposed to be snowmen.” He pouts, and Regulus raises a curious eyebrow. James sighs, “My dad and I used to make showmen of ourselves every year at our house and it was my favorite tradition. So I thought since it’s our first year in our own house, I wanted to make snowmen of you and me, but—” James steps to the side revealing two piles of snow. “—it’s not really working.”

Just when Regulus thought he was angry and annoyed, James has to go and be the most adorable human on the planet. And honestly, it’s taking significant effort for Regulus not to cry right now.

“James…” Regulus starts.

“It’s okay.” James kisses him. “I know you’re cold. Go inside and get warm and I promise they’ll be great the next time I call you.” James tells him and it’s tinged with sadness and frustration.

Regulus takes another look at the snow piles then looks back at James. “Okay.” Regulus tells him.

“Okay.” James says feigning determination.

James walks back to the snow piles and Regulus walks inside.

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James isn’t sure what he’s doing wrong or why these stupid snowmen just won’t stay together. He’s about to give up when he hears footsteps in the snow behind him.

Regulus is walking towards him wearing a heavy coat, a hat and scarf and pulling on his gloves.

“What are you doing?” James asks.

“I’m helping.”

“Reg, you don’t have to—” James gets cut off when Regulus kisses him.

“Now, I’ve never actually made a snowman before, but you can teach me, right?” Regulus asks and it’s taking significant effort for James not to cry right now.

“Yeah.” James says. “Yeah, I can teach you.”   

[mblue-art]

happy birthday cross !! it's always a delight to see your genuine smile, and i mean it when i say it's an absolute treasure to me !!

(meme src)

[expelliarmus]

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

I literally forgot how badly they both got beat up by the Deadly Six before finally triumphing and sending them home but oh my word

Still, the way they're leaning on each other, hobbling to the door together, trying to make sure the other is alright, and still giving each other a fist bump despite being so obviously exhausted and hurt.

🥺💙💛

[rozugold]

If you still want requests, I like to see ctommy really happy and excited about something, like a big bright grin on him. Can be one of your aus if you want!

Happy smiley boy :]

[commanderwindy]

Just two tiny friends

[did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star]

Its Christmas weekend. Its December 24th. Its Christmas EVE. But you know what else it is?? Do you?

ITS FUCKING SPRING OUTSIDE IS WHAT IT IS

ITs gonna be nearly 60F outside on Christmas day. No snow. Stores have been selling sweaters since SEPTEMBER but WHY?? We dont need that shit until January anymore. We can survive the couple random cold days with a hoodie until winter actually kicks in. Yeah Im dreaming of a white Christmas just like the ones I used to know CAUSE THEY ARE PRACTICALLY NON EXISTENT NOW. Did you want to go sledding or have a snowball fight or build a snowman over your winter break? WELL TOO BAD FOR YOU. Instead you get rain this week.

And its not like I live in a warm climate either!!!! Im in Pennsylvania!!! In the foothills of the Appalachian MOUNTAINS!!!!!!! ITS SUPPOSED TO BE COLD HERE!!!!!!!

[sorio99]

Knowing “Nerdy Prudes Must Die” was the first idea the Lang brothers had for Hatchetfield makes the whole series so much funnier.

Like, did they know in “The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals” that the weirdo who demanded a hot chocolate would be the leading man of the high school horror show?

Did they know the prude they mentioned a few times would be a homophobic murderer who defiled a corpse, fucked a ghost, and became a vessel for dark lords?

Was the homeless man joke in BEFORE the recast because they were still brothers, or not?

[braxix]

Elrond: I have a migraine.

Galadriel: Ibuprofen's in the bathroom cabinet.

Elrond: I'd rather suffer. Wake me up in two days. Peace.

[little-luna-llama]

I'm actually going feral rn.

The idea of shadow and vanilla unintentionally establishing some form of honor code for when they share dreams/mindscapes. Anything from a ballroom, to a library, to a comfy pillow nest or a coffee shop or a lake under the stars or mansions/palaces/gardens.

Smilk may try a hundred times to take vanis soul jam in the dream but he will never actually do it, here its just a tease...they talk a whole bunch, maybe it evolves into a comfortable ease akin to flirting with all those dramatic takes shadow loves to make and vani lightheartedly chiding him for it. Vanilla learning how to influence these instances like Shadow can, which gives him the confidence to start meeting shadow on even ground.

Whatever forms the world around them takes they have a rule to never change it unless it starts to get out of hand nightmarish.

They don't waste time trying to convince the other to change, this is their neutral ground. As such if one asks to change the subject the other will always oblige.

Nobody they talk about is to be targeted, both in and out of the dream. They often use codewords anyways, but if a name slips through they never heard it. Shadow will never mention lily to insult her, Vanilla will never condemn the other beasts.

They don't swap tactics for their side.

And most importantly:

These dreams are not real, they are the opportunity to explore what may have been. But they are on opposite sides. What happens in them, stays in them.

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about getting hot chocolate and going to look at christmas lights with eddie.

it all would definitely start because you guys have run out of the hot cocoa supplies at home, and eddie will find any excuse to go and get some from your favorite local coffee shop. it just tastes better from there, he always claims (and he says the same thing about you making it for him at home). thinking about the way you both end up with whipped cream mustaches, sweetened upper lips with tongues covered in chocolate as you get back in his van, all bundled up and clinging to your warm cups for a sliver of reprieve from the cold december outside. you’d assume you’re just going to return home, until eddie starts to take a detour in the drive and oh no how did we end up in this fancy neighborhood where everyone has extravagant decorations? oh well!

he knew exactly what he was doing, though. he just wanted to watch you watch the lights. the way your eyes get all wild, the way your grin is so youthful and just brimming with whimsical excitement. the way you get so extraordinarily excited over something that should be mundane after living through 20+ christmases. all these houses do this every year — the two of you make the same detour every single year. it shouldn’t all be so new to you; and yet you always react like it is, drinking it in like it’s the first time you’ve tasted milk chocolate frothing with melted whipped cream and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen shining lights that resemble icicles dripping from rooftops. and the entire time, he’s looking at you like it’s the first time. the first time he’s laid eyes on you, the first time he’s wanted to kiss your lips so badly his own start to ache, the first time he’s ever seen the color green reflected in someone’s iris just right.

every time he takes you, it’s like he’s getting to fall in love with you all over again. he loves it — he loves you.

the only difference as the years go by is the way you look at him, each year with more fondness he didn’t think was possible. for every excited gasp you let out at reindeers made of crystal lights and blow up santas swaying in the unforgiving wind, you’re looking at him with double the warmth, double the love, double the awe.

he hits nearly every mailbox. several cars are nearly victim to a terrible scraping from his van. he swerves all over neighborhood roads just to keep his eyes on you.

“why are you looking at me like that, munson?”

it feels like the first time you’ve ever said his name, too.

“just enjoying the sights,” he’d whisper, smiling so gently and subtly, taking his foot off the gas and letting the van crawl a lil bit slower so you can gaze at the next house a lil longer.

and when you twist up your face, his heart clenches in time with the twitch of your nose.

“the sights? you’re not even looking out your window at the lights-“

and unlike the first time he took you around to see the lights, to begin this new sacred tradition, he kisses you. leans right over his center console, takes your face in his heated palms, and presses his lips to yours till he can’t tell if the caramel drizzle he’s tasting is from your hot cocoa or his. let’s the icy tip of your nose smash against his. let’s your scarf unravel from around your neck as he brings you in closer.

you might always love the christmas likes like they’re something brand new, a sight to behold, a magic to be held, but he’ll always love you like that. and then some.

[rinisdrawing]

wip! ❄️ ☕️

(quick message from me below!)

hi hello!! it’s been a while, i hope you guys are doing well! 🫶

i’ve just finished my first few months of college! needless to say, i’ve been extremely busy with midterms and projects and finals, hence the lack of presence… i do apologize, thank you all for your patience!

i’m currently on break, so i’m planning to get back on track with my wips and share some art with y’all! here’s a very rough wip of cass and greg, i missed drawing them </3 my plans are to finish some royal au stuff and a 3 star family piece!! (also i miiiiight start posting mario art as well…. maybe maybe!)

also, happy 2 year anniversary, sb!! thank you for changing the trajectory of my life and art journey i owe it to you 🤝