#and i'll be out with my mom at the mall in celebration of my day

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oo we've got some races and competitions upcoming for 19th may!

[parfaitblogs]

i have more than enough ❀ s. reid x reader

in which the holiday season is achingly difficult to get through, when you are spencer reid, who believes he is no longer allowed to enjoy them. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: hurt/comfort tags: established relationship. post prison!reid. word count: 2k a/n: and for my final act? the parfaitblogs special (post prison reid fic to a searows song). merry christmas from australia because it IS the 25th here!!! this is the end of my christmas advent calendar!! i had soo much fun writing these stories thank you to all that requested ♡

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He does not deserve a Christmas. 

Perhaps that is the only thing that runs through Spencer Reid's mind the second the Halloween decor filtered out of the stores, reindeer mugs entered them; while candy canes and Santa hats adorned every little item, and Christmas trees lit up every corner of every mall.

No matter what state he traveled to, he couldn't escape the festivities of the holiday season. He's pretty sure he's the only person who wants to. 

You waited for him. He feels immensely guilty for just how much waiting you've had to do all year. Waiting for him to go to trial, waiting for him to get out of prison, waiting for him to let you in again. 

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

You're waiting again. A Christmas tree that blandly sits empty and undecorated in the corner of your shared apartment; a Christmas roast you aren't sure if you'll even cook takes up too much space in your fridge; gingerbread cookies you promised your friends weeks ago remaining unbaked. 

He knew you were upset about it. His Christmas loving girlfriend forced to mute the celebrations of her favourite holiday because he couldn't find it in him to be excited about it. 

He didn't know how to fix it, really. 

You had tried everything to get him back into the Christmas spirit he's had for the past three years you've spent together. Baking with him, picking out the very Christmas tree that leaves the room smelling like a pine forest together, Christmas shopping for the presents he had no will to buy for his family and friends. 

Nothing had worked. 

"Spence?"

Sitting awkwardly at his — now — very minimally decorated desk, his head lifts from the papers in front of him, eyebrows frowning towards each other as his eyes land on you.

"Hi," he murmurs, putting the pen in his hand down in an effort to give you his full attention. He was getting better at that, these days. 

"I finished dinner," you tell him, fingers fidgeting with one another; a recent habit he had noticed you'd developed in the months between his arrest and release. "If you want to come eat."

He doesn't, but then again, he never does. And despite how awful he feels, he feels even more so for what he's putting you through, and the guilt that chews away at him is enough to will him to do small things — like eating — for you. 

"Yeah," he breathes out, and stands up from the desk, following you silently over to the meal sitting at the edge of the kitchen bench you had cooked for the two of you.

Silence overwhelmed you two as you ate, as it usually does. Sitting curled up beside one another on the couch, sharing a blanket and yet still feeling so distant from each other regardless. 

"Did you call your mom?" you ask him, and his fork pauses in the plate. 

Right. It's Christmas. The time for calling family members and sharing love for them during this supposed to be joyous time. 

"Not yet," he shakes his head. "I'll... get to it. Before Christmas is over."

"You have a week," you remind him, though it isn't to be passive aggressive at all. You genuinely wonder if he's forgotten the date of Christmas that has quickly crept up on you both.

"I know."

You stare silently at the coffee table after a short nod to his words, and you wrack your brain for things to say, just to keep him talking.

"Can I give you your gift before Christmas day?" 

He lifts his head, and you feel his eyes transfix on you.

"If you want."

You want him to want it too, but you aren't sure if that's a reasonable wish anymore. 

"I do," you nod, and quickly finish up your food, before you stand, and leave the room altogether. 

He places his plate next to yours on the coffee table — he'd remember to get to cleaning those later — just as you return, a square shaped brown paper gift in your hands, a purple ribbon tied in a bow around it. 

"You got me a square?" he asks you, and your heart warms at the teasing tone in his voice. He's trying. 

"Open it," you press, instinctively shaking his shoulder with both hands pressed up against it. 

"Okay, okay."

He's meticulous in pulling the plain wrapping paper off, and you almost want to open the gift for him. 

"Did you make this?" he asks you as he carefully pulls the square apart in front of your eyes, though he does already know the answer before you have a chance to start nodding your head. 

A Victorian Puzzle Purse situates delicately in his hands. Hands that pull it apart ever so slowly, taking note of every little drawn and painted detail on the paper, opening it up to a letter that he spent two minutes reading through — confirming that he was not only reading it once through. 

"Do you like it?" you ask him, almost hesitantly. 

"Victorian Puzzle Purse's were how lovers would communicate for Valentine's day," he says, instead of answering your question directly, as he neatly folds it back up into the intricate origami square it was originally when he pulled it out. "Sorry," he quickly adds, his eyes landing back on you. "That wasn't an answer. I do. I like it a lot."

"I know it isn't much, but I don't want to overwhelm you with gifts this Christmas. I'm honestly not even expecting anything big. We can just order food in and watch movies or something this year, if you'd prefer. You just have to promise me you'll at least let me put mistletoe up outside our bedroom, because it's kind of become tradition and... sorry."

He's staring at you, half dumbfounded, half in awe, as you realise you were rambling instead of sitting in the moment of him enjoying something seasonal, but you can't even find it within yourself to be frustrated at it. For he is letting a small smile grace his lips, and you're leaning forwards with a smile of your own, and for a second or more, he is not the shattered prison man, and you are not his distanced girlfriend. 

"You can put mistletoe outside our bedroom," he says, and you're breaking into an even wider grin.

"Really?"

"It's tradition."

You light up enough for there to be no need for a decorated Christmas tree in your apartment anymore, and you're threading your fingers through his hand to drag him up off the couch. 

Your gift to him remains on the coffee table as you lead him over to your bedroom door, prompting him to stay still, as you disappear to find the piece of familiar fake greenery. 

"Mistletoe!" you present it to him, and he takes it from you habitually, using the pin you also hand him and pinning it above your heads on the doorframe.

"I think we need to buy a new one," he says, hands dropping back by his side. His eyes are trained on you, but your own head is still tilted back, inspecting the faux plant. 

"I think we need to buy a real one," you answer conclusively, finally dropping your gaze to him. 

"Next year," he confirms. "Tradition complete?"

You shake your head. "The tradition ends with a kiss."

Hesitation follows your words, and you instantly regret them. 

It wasn't that you didn't kiss, or weren't intimate in any way. It's simply that it was on occasion now, and almost always motivated by something more important than a silly mistletoe tradition.

"It's okay," you cover your unwelcome disappointment with a smile. 

He ignores your reassurance. "It does end in a kiss, you're right."

"But we don't have to," you mumble.

"Yes," his hands encase your waist to do nothing more than to pull you closer to him. "We do."

"Not if you don't want to."

"Did I say that?"

You open your lips to respond, but the words die on your tongue. 

"What did I do to make you think I don't want to kiss you, angel?" he's frowning now, and you feel guilt settle in your chest. 

"Nothing, really. We just—um—don't kiss... as much. Anymore. Which is fine, by the way, and I can understand it. You're under no moral obligation to kiss me. Obviously."

His frown deepens. "I think we're experiencing a bout of miscommunication."

"What?"

"I thought you didn't want to kiss me," he explains, and suddenly, you're mirroring the confusion on his face. 

"Why would I not want to kiss you?" you ask him, incredulously. 

His shoulders slump at the question, and you force yourself not to fill the silence that follows.

"Prison," he replies, quietly. "I didn't think you'd really even want me once I got out of prison. You don't initiate anything anymore, either. I just assumed."

"I didn't initiate anything because I was waiting for you to initiate stuff."

"I can see that now."

"I didn't want to rush you," you tell him, as earnestly as possible. "I know prison was a lot, and you still haven't told me everything that happened, but I wanted you to not rush yourself. Or... us, I guess."

He swallows the lump of emotion that lodges in his throat. "I thought you were disappointed in me. Or—well, scared of me."

"No," your heart shatters, and you're sure he can hear it in your voice as your hands instantly cup his cheeks, fingers brushing over his cheekbones. "No, oh my God, Spencer."

"You shouldn't use the lord's name in vain. It's Christmas," he jokes, weakly. The smile you give him is weak, too.

"I was terrified for you. I was so worried about you in prison, and—and what they were doing to you in there. But never of you. Not a single part of me will ever be scared of you, sweet boy."

"I'm scared of me," he whispers, and his voice cracks in a way that has tears welling in your eyes. "I think differently, you know."

"And that automatically means I should be scared of you? Or makes you any less deserving of love?"

His silence is enough of a response. 

"I love you," you settle on telling him. "No matter what baggage you came back to me with. You deserve so much love, and I hate that you have been through so much. So much so that you believe yourself undeserving. You are not. You never will be. I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you, if I must. Or as long as you will let me."

"Forever," he replies, and you feel his hands close over your own on his face. "I will let you forever."

"Thank God. It'd be kind of embarrassing if I say all this and then you were to break up with me tomorrow," you say, and his cheeks stretch beneath your hands as he huffs a laugh.

"I won't break up with you."

"I wouldn't let you, anyways."

"Oh really?" his hands slide down to your waist once more. 

"Yeah," you confirm with a small nod, your own hands dropping to his neck, interlacing behind it, as you draw his head closer to yours. "You're stuck with me."

"I have not a word of complaint," he replies, and he's close enough that you feel the words tattoo your lips. "I love you."

And then he's kissing you, and there is an overwhelming amount of neglected feelings you had been missing poured into you, from his soul to yours. 

It was a kiss so unlike what you had grown used to in recent months. Fingers dug into your waist as a violent reminder of what you mean to him, and for the first time since May, you believed it. 

When he goes to pull away, you barely give him time to get air before you're chasing his lips again, and he tugs you impossibly closer with a laugh that vibrates against your face. 

You kiss him until your hands go numb behind his neck, and your legs begin to ache, and your waist is sure to have bruised in the shapes of his fingertips. Chest heaving and eyes full of more adoration than you think one human can have for another, you meet his gaze once more.

"Tradition complete."

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[jaylienpotter]

I'll be offline for the next few days. Spending the weekend out to celebrate New Years! 🎉

So here's the Marauders holidays headcanons requested by Anon on my tree! Before it's January lol.

James

He LOOOOVES the holidays. So much. Christmas is probably his favourite day of the year. Along with his birthday. Family - and friends, since the Potters kidnap take in all the unfortunate kids - gathering together? Celebrating together? Giving gifts? James is in heaven.

He wouldn't shut up when he found out about Santa's reindeer, either, calling himself Rudolph's distant cousin.

Although he likes receiving gifts, he lives for giving them. And he's amazing at choosing too, you'll always get something big yet meaningful. He'd propose to play secret santa every year but he prefers giving all his friends something instead.

His favourite season is summer and he hates cold, but snow? Snow is an exception. It doesn't matter how old he is, if he sees snow, he will point to it and jump excitedly before running outside (and probably catch a cold).

Sirius

He used to dislike Christmas, or at least not care for it. It was nothing but a facade of pureblood gatherings and fake smiles, behaving like the heir of a family he hated. And there was nearly always some family drama (that part Sirius enjoyed). Him and Reg used to place bets on who would be the first family member to start a fight. It was often Sirius.

When he moved to the Potters, Christmas became a family holiday. A family that wasn't his blood but loved him much more. A family that chose to have him be a part of theirs, even if he wasn't perfect. Even if he was unstable. He didn't dread the holidays anymore.

He isn't as excited as James, but it's close. He loves cooking cookies with Effie, he wasn't allowed to cook in the Black Mannor, as it was seen as a low class activity. Secretly, his favourite part now is receiving gifts. See how others thought of him. Loved him. Especially his new family.

Remus

He enjoys the quiet holidays, not a fan of the parties and loudness. Malls are avoided. People are avoided. He'd much rather sit in an armchair by the fire, curled up with a book. Sip tea. Drink hot chocolate. Listen to the rain. It's calm, peaceful. He never had big Christmas celebrations, it's always been just him and his parents - helping his mom in the kitchen, getting a few humble gifts and watching a movie together if they were lucky. It was perfect.

And of course, the amount of chocolates! When people don't know what give you for Christmas, what to they usually go for? Chocolate. And there's so many different available types during this time! Yep, Lupin enjoyed this festive season.

Except the fact that everything became Christmas-themed. All the songs that play anywhere. Any type of decoration. Fake plastic trees everywhere. But oh well.

Once he hit Sirius in the head with a book because he called his - NORMAL, non-christmas sweater - an "ugly sweater".

Peter

He really likes Christmas, not obsessively like Prongs buuuut he's one of those people that start decorating their house on the November 1st, right after Halloween. His home always has a big tree, fully decorated. Every room smells of baked goods. He decorates gingerbread houses, bakes traditional cakes, makes sugar cookies... It's fun, it's calming, it's delicious!

Poor Pete always gets sick around this time of the year, sensitive to the change of temperature. He will complain about it. Sometimes he's not even sick, but he enjoys being babied and taken care of.

If there's snow, he'll for sure make snow angels and try to make a snowman with his friends, enchanting it afterwards to give it life for a few hours or days until it inevitably melts. And if his friends start a snowball fight... he hides behind a wall of snow or a tree and shoots blindly. He never won the game.

[inklessletter]

I can't get out of my head this steddie fic prompt, but I don't think I'm going to have time to turn this into a proper fic, so I'll put what's been bugging me in here.

Modern AU, singledad!eddie is being convinced by his hyperactive, seven year old daughter Max to join this dancing class downtown because all his friends are there and apparently they're having a blast a couple times a week (not that she cares about silly dances, of course). And Eddie is mesmerized because he's tried for her to take up anything that helps her channeling all her energy but she never agrees to do anything, and what she's tried out before, it didn't do much for her. But Eddie thinks that it might be a good sign, (mainly because it's Max who's asking for it) and when he takes her to the studio, enter danceteacher!steve, high five-ing every kid coming in, and has this killer smile to every parent dropping their kids there.

So Eddie goes to talk to hot teacher Steve and sign Max up for a trial class, Eddie still being a little bit skeptical about if this is going to work for her daughter, so Steve invites Eddie to stay behind the glass, to take a coffee and judge for himself. And it's then and there that Eddie realizes that Steve is incredibly good with kids, he makes them engage, they are having fun, and they are all monkey-ing around, jumping, spinning, singing songs, focusing (at times), laughing out loud.

But Max, poor thing, has two left feet, and she seems so lost. Eddie can almost feel the anger building up in her because she's not really able to follow up the class. His friends and Steve try to help her, going slow, doing it easy and fun, but Max is short tempered and she ends the class almost in tears.

With a sigh, Eddie figures that's the first and only class Max is taking, reading after her mood, so he thanks Steve, and Steve tells him to come back anytime. But Eddie is shocked to the core when he sees the following day that Max is practicing the routine in her bedroom. She doesn't want to quit.

So she finally joins the class officially and Eddie gets used to staying and watching for a bit when the classes start. Both Eddie and Steve would be dirty liars if they denied that they developed a dynamic by engaging through the glass, sharing funny faces, eye rolls, secretive smiles and winks that has Eddie's ears blushing, when after a few weeks coworker Robin (who doesn't teach because she can't dance for shit but manages the place) tells Eddie, out of the blue, that Steve also give dancing lessons for adults, of almost any kind of dance, in case he's interested.

But Max is doing so well now, and Eddie doesn't want to jeopardize this in favor of giving in to his attraction for Steve, so, for Eddie, longing looks and this sweet dynamic is all he's going to get.

And the thing is, it is not even that secretive anymore. All moms there are invested in this story now, because they've seen too.

So after a few months, it's Lucas' birthday and the whole bunch are celebrating after class in the next door mall, in laser tag, and the angel that is Mrs Henderson promises to take care of Max, that he can have a couple free hours if he's up to it.

That's how Eddie decides to stay in the dancing studio, because even if he can't date Steve, he can talk to him, right? Or have a coffee together, or—

—or he can stand and gawk at the door of the class, watching Steve dancing on his own a smooth latin rhythm, like it's nobody's business and Eddie has never had felt so hypnotized by anyone since he witnessed the cheerleading routine back in highschool and fell in love with Max's mom right that instant.

And it's happening again, but he's not in highschool anymore.

He has a kid now.

A kid who is happy there, and nothing should change that.

Nothing, until Steve notices Eddie standing and wordlessly invites him to the dance floor. It's not until he's corrected Eddie's stance that he explains that this is a dance for two.

Hands in his hips, he teaches Eddie the basics, and fuck if leading in a dance whose partner doesn't know anything about isn't Steve's hidden talent. After a while, Eddie feels like an extension of Steve's body, and the lines that he shouldn't be thinking of crossing start getting blurry, especially when Steve pulls him closer with a hand in the small of his back, over and over again, or the heat of their bodies mixing, or the sound of embarrassed cackles coming from Eddie from time to time after Steve's praises, or the sweet scent of Steve's breathing colliding against Eddie's chin because they're this close while dancing in the dim lights of the lonely studio.

There's nowhere to hide now, the attraction is almost tangible, but Steve's a professional and Eddie is willing to sacrifice this schrodinger relationship if that makes Max happy.

But he can take up dancing classes with Steve, especially when he tells him, once the steam is off, that Eddie definitely has dancing skills.

So Eddie talks to Max if it's okay, and he's so surprised when she immediately agrees because she can be doing homework, or playing with Lucas and Dustin while he's in his classes, so, Eddie decides to torture himself a little bit more and joins in.

It's in the dancing lessons where they speak, where they get to know each other. It's where Eddie learns about Steve's idiotic sense of humor, or his dreams of having a big family because he loves kids, but it's hard for him because he can't really have them. It's where Eddie tells Steve about Chrissy's sickness, and her passing when Max was four and the little one became his whole world. It's when Steve invites Eddie and Max to have dinner at home someday, and Eddie agrees.

And it's there, at Robin and Steve's house that he learns that Steve really cares about Max, cooking her favorite meal, when she only mentioned once like three months ago. It's when he learns that Max is so comfortable with Steve's presence that she's not cranky a single minute of the evening, and Steve complies to play rummy because it's Max's favorite game after dinner. And she's laughing, and happy, and carefree whenever she's with Robin and Steve. 

And then, Eddie knows that he's fucking fucked, because he's in love with Steve.

So he has to make a decision and on their way home, he tells Max that he's thinking about dropping dancing lessons with Steve, and he's stunned when she asks why, horrified, telling him that she thought he liked Steve. And Eddie, honest to god, tells her that he does like Steve, a lot. And maybe he shouldn't be telling his seven year old all of this, but Max is his best friend, and he has been feeling lonely and heartbroken for so long, he has no desire to keep anything from her, even if she's too young to understand the magnitude of the problem here. So when Max simplifies everything by saying "if you like Steve, why don't you date him? He's nice, I like him, too. And Robin," Eddie can do no more but to ask her if she would be okay with letting Steve come into their lives, and Max is kind of weirded out by the question. It's when Eddie has to explain, in the middle of the street, kneeling before her, that he would never do anything, or let anyone come in their lives if she isn't comfortable with it, because they're a team and Max is his most favoritest person and she always will be, so of course he's going to ask her if any changes in their lives would be okay with her. And Eddie doesn't want to cry, and he manages, but his eyes are definitely glassy when he grabs Max's cheeks and tells her with a smile that he just wants her to be happy. But he can't control a tear falling down, when Max replies with a simple, yet hammering "but I want you to be happy, too, dad."

And it's with Max's approval and a heart full of love for her kid when in the next class, Eddie invites Steve to dinner at home, and Steve asks him if it's really okay. Eddie tells him with a full smile that it's okay for everyone. And Steve is excited because he's been hopeful for so long for it to be.

So they finally, finally kiss, and it’s absolutely magical.

It’s magical for them, and it’s magical for Robin, who is watching from outside, next to the seven or eight moms with their respective kids with their faces smashed against the glass pulling a mix of disgusted and excited and surprised faces.

Max is rolling her eyes. With a smile, though.

They are oblivious to this until wonderful Mrs Henderson yells “yay, finally!” and they are startled by the applause and whistling coming from them.

[purplesurveys]

1957

Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 10 songs. I'll use my 2024 top songs for this --

Credit Roll - RM

mon amour - Gemini

Figure 8 - Paramore

Escape Route - Paramore

Neva Play - Megan Thee Stallion, RM

Be Mine - Jimin

High Speed - Coldplay

everythingoes - RM, Nell

Don't - eAeon, RM

Welcome to the Show - DPR IAN

Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? Like, family ties? No. But if we're talking loosely and can count any kind or any level of connection, then yeah. I work in PR so working with celebrities is pretty much routine. The most high-profile I've gotten is Red Velvet.

Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are. Cup of coffee, vape pen, a box of nama chocolates.

What kind of headphones do you use? No headphones but I use a pair of Airpods.

What musical artists have you seen perform live? Sooooooooo many if we're counting major concerts, music festivals, school fairs, free mall shows... but for the sake of this question I'll list major concerts - Paramore, Agust D/Suga, Seventeen, Coldplay, One Direction, Se So Neon.

What gaming consoles do you or your family own? We've got a PS4, PS5, and a Switch.

Name at least one book you loved as a child. The Septimus Heap series.

What’s your native language? If that language has distinct regional variations, which variation? (eg. AU English, US English) Filipino, but I can only speak basic, white-ass Manila Tagalog.

What’s your favourite number, and why? 7, just because BTS.

Earliest moment in your life you can remember? Waking up in a tent with my sister, inside my parents' room. We went 'camping,' haha.

What’s your favourite candy/chocolate? Reese's! Alfort is also pretty addictive.

How would you describe your sense of humour? Witty, laced with pop culture references...sometimes offensive/dark, sometimes crack/dank/Gen Z. Idk it's all over the place as I can laugh at anything haha.

Do you wear much jewellery? No.

Longest drive you have ever been on? Oh man - as lovely as our trip to Sagada was, the drive was brutal distance-wise and road quality-wise. We left home around 8 PM and got there 2 PM the following day. I'd SO go back there, though, especially since I haven't been there since 2015.

Furthest away from home you have ever been? Probably Japan.

What programs do you currently have open? Just Chrome, but I do have multiple tabs open.

Last strong smell you can remember smelling? Bleach.

Ever written fanfiction for anything? I took a shot at it but holy shit did I realize how much I suck and how creative writing isn't for me hahah. I focused on my essay/non-fiction writing skills not very long after, and accepted the fact that I'd much rather enjoy fanfiction written by other people.

Do you track any tags? Nah.

What are some media that epitomize an ideal relationship to you — be it a platonic relationship/friendship, a  parental relationship, a romantic or sexual relationship, etc.? I love Chandler and Monica soooo much. They started out as friends and even when they got together they had the most non-toxic, buddy-buddy relationship there could be.

Have you ever hit your significant other? Has he/she ever hit you? No and no.

What colour is your hairbrush/comb? It's a purple comb.

Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you? Not that I know of, lol.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My mom.

Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theatre? I don't like either of those and have had a consistent snack of choice for years - Potato Corner. Malls seems to notice that it's also a habit of most people because there's always a Potato Corner conveniently placed beside most cinemas hahaha.

The one time I tried to ~shake it up~ and try something different was when I got sushi for RM's docu. I ended up eating the rolls by hand because I grossly underestimated how difficult it was going to be to use chopsticks in the dark HAHAHAHA

How many bank accounts do you have? I have two accounts witin the same bank.

Have you ever had the flu? Sure.

What is your goal for the next few months? Find order and balance in my work.

Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? No.

Have you ever had food poisoning before? Yeah. I've had the kind where it gives you mind-numbing stomach pain and leaves you curling up on the bathroom floor; but also the quieter kind where you just slowly feel fatigued and pale until your body pushes you to throw up, and keep throwing up.

Always terrible experiences, both of them.

What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for? Parking, and the best seats for concerts I REALLY want to watch.

Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you? Nah.

Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? I wouldn't and I bet they wouldn't want to marry me either.

Did you pull a senior prank? That's not a practice here and if anything that would be grounds for the school to refuse you from marching, lol.

Did you graduate? I graduated college if that's what you mean, yes.

What was the last song you listened to? Talking to the Moon, Bruno Mars.

Is fashion one of your interests? Not really.

Is acting something you enjoy? Nope.

What was the last thing you broke/sprained? My left ankle, but thankfully it's been nearly 3 years since.

Has a stranger ever yelled at you for your language? Nope.

Whose house, other than yours and your families’, are you most comfortable at? Angela's.

Have you ever burned someone’s picture? No, just threw them out. I'm afraid of fire hehe

Would you ever get a lip tattoo? Nope.

Do your parents smoke cigarettes? They do not.

What does one of your T-shirts have written on it? I barely have clothes with text on them, but I do have a BTS shirt that simply says 'Busan' on it alongside its Korean alphabet counterparts.

Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want. Lizard.

What did you love the most about the town you grew up in? Life is simpler here and is a break from crazy, fast-paced, polluted Manila.

What’s a book that you read because everyone else was reading it? That's pretty much how I ended up in the Twilight (supermassive) black hole. It was EVERYWHERE when I was in Grade 4 and offered literally no escape so I ended up saying fuck it and reading it too.

Underwater or outer space? Outer space.

Bird watching or whale watching? Whale watching.

What was your best subject in school? History and any variation of it. Asian history, world history, social history...the required readings were pretty much leisure reading for me since I genuinely loved the subject.

What was your worst subject in school? Trigonometry, calculus, chemistry.

Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds.

[softsky-daily]

12/21/2024

I was out so much today but I forgot to take a sky picture so here's a blurry picture of my ceiling.

Positive thing: My friend helped with more internship search stuff, and I got to spend time with other friends the rest of the day.

Well, I went back to the mall I went to yesterday to go help out a friend with her Christmas shopping, and we were out late once again so here I am. Sleepy as hell. But it was so worth it to go on a little adventure and share some more laughs while we chatted about bad plots in manga we've read.

I needed it too, since I had heard some bad news this morning. My mom is apparently hospitalized again, and right before she was supposed to leave for her journey home. My dad also has had covid for a bit and because of all this I'm not sure if I'll even be heading home for Christmas at all. I don't really mind celebrating Christmas later if we need to, but I'm just worried about my parents' health. Especially my mom's. She gets sick so easily as it is, and our family in the Philippines lives in the countryside so she just gets exposed to all sorts of things there. I was hoping she could come home so she could also get better medical care but I guess she might be stuck for a while. I hope she can come home soon.

But I can't really do much about that at the moment anyway. I'm trying to just keep in mind that it's out of my hands and focus on all the million other things going on. I'm almost done with Christmas shopping but I'm still missing a few friends' presents. Tomorrow I'm going to a big local artist market so that should hopefully help with the search. And then there's the moving stuff... I legitimately think I'll have to postpone the moving day. All 3 of us have been juggling so many things we haven't started packing yet.

One thing at a time though. I'll be glad for when it's my birthday week and I can relax.

[kirstielol]

life update + ramble post 🤗

canada post finally ended their strike (well, were forced to by the federal government...) which means i gotta start working through my huge backlog of etsy orders 📦 i worked 9 hours yesterday, and will probably end up doing the same today. i'm so thankful that 90% of the people who ordered from me during the strike, after i told them about the situation, opted to wait it out rather than take a refund ❤️

i've started learning german! idk why i waited so long. i'm half german, my mom speaks it fluently. i know some things, but the only things my mom taught me as a kid were things she only said in german so other people wouldn't hear.. y'know, so like i know how to say something's a cheap piece of shit, or that someone's an asshole lmao. anyway, i'm learning properly now. my fiance is too! he's actually the one who finally said we should stop talking about doing it someday, and just do it now. so now i can say stuff like, Cooper ist meine katze, der ist schön ❤️

this weekend i've got a hair appointment, lunch with my mom & my uncle's girlfriend, gotta hit the mall for a couple last minute gifts, then we're heading down to my fiance's hometown to celebrate christmas with his family 🎄

christmas eve + day we'll be spending with my parents and seeing my family, then the day after boxing day is my grandma's birthday and she's throwing a big party ❤️ then for new years eve we have our 3 day muskoka trip! ❄️

in january my fiance has to spend a couple days in toronto for work, so he's planning on getting a hotel room for a couple days. he asked if i want to tag along, so i think i might turn it into a mini spa trip for me lol. i found a nice hotel with a spa inside, so i might book myself a massage and idk i'll see what else they offer. lots of fun stuff planned over the next month 🥰

[favoriteizzy]

@e-vay

OMG I finally got back to WRITING!! I've been going through way to much but i'm finally able to take a break and get back to my favorite hobby and I'll be doing more fanfics later Also Happy late birthday E-vay this is for you

A Trip Of Rivalry

Ima do at least 10 parts / and if you want to write something or draw something about this fan fic pls use hashtag # A trip of rivalry! I am trying to be famous so this helps alot

While Amy and Sonic went to the client’s house, Shadow and Aurora had just arrived to the brand new Diamond Café. It opened up a month ago and Rouge told shadow about the place. Not because of the name itself, but because of how it looked. They Hopped of the motorcycle and entered the place for the reservation. As soon as they entered they would be shined with bright diamonds around the place with blue and white walls and white tables with such fancy chairs and many decor. Shadow started to feel guilty because he didn’t think this would be a well and fancy café, he thought the name was just something to catch customers in, but by the way this place looked, this was for people who were going on dates or a anniversary celebration. But of course those to were the only ones with normal clothes people would wear to the mall. After waiting only 10 minutes a employee came to escort them to there table. “ Thank you” Aurora said sitting down. “ Your welcome the waiter well be here shortly” the employee replied walking away to help the next person. They opened the menu and went to see the foods. Shadow ordered a steak medium rare while Aurora ordered the chicken Alfredo pasta. The couple talked about how their day was and their plans for the following week.

(TIME-SKIP because i'm still learning about how to write good dialogue sorry LOL)

They were halfway through their food and so far they had absolutely no complaints. Even shadow cracked a smile here and there because he honestly enjoyed his steak. "So...sense my parents will be working for a while how about we head to the park I'd need to blow off some of this pasta im full" Aurora said patting her stomach showing she was about ready to go. "Yeah I'm with you on that I could blow some fat off too how about a little race while we're at it~" Shadow said giving Aurora a smirk challenging her. "Oh your own mister!". Shadow pulled out his wallet and payed for the food. They exited the restaurant feeling full but satisfied with no longer feeling the need for food. Once again they hop on shadows motorcycle riding to the nearest park. Before shadow drives quickly aurora grabs her phone and snaps a photo of her and shadow riding around the city then sending to her mom saying "Having a great time tell dad I said hi love you both ❤️" She put her phone in her pocket and held onto shadows back as they get closer to their destination.

[nancypullen]

I Lost My Mind

Sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth for a bit. I have been in a holiday frenzy. I mentioned that I'll be flying down to visit my mom in Florida for a few days. What I did not consider is that taking a chunk out of the middle of December would send me into hyper-holiday prep. I felt like I needed to have EVERYTHING done before departing on the 12th. Ev-er-y-thing. So I put my head down and trimmed the tree, decorated the house, shopped, wrapped, wrote and addressed cards, wrapped some more, baked and baked, and finally checked the last task (packing and mailing a box) off my list. When I return home on the 17th my biggest worry will be preparing for the Christmas meal. I'll have a handful of days to panic. We may have tacos for Christmas dinner if I drop the ball.

The mister had mentioned making the hour long drive up to Christiana Mall in Delaware earlier this week. I told him that if I could get everything done on my list, I could go on Thursday. I worked like a mad woman so I could go to that damn mall. I used to take malls for granted, then I moved to Dogpatch. So I met my self-imposed deadline (the last cookie was packaged at 7pm on Wednesday night) and went to bed with a heating pad and visions of shopping dancing in my head. I was not disappointed. It turned into the best day! The most wonderful part? It snowed on us! All the way to Newark we were treated to this:

I can't even tell you how happy it made me. After our snowy trip we walked into the mall and right into a giant Barnes and Noble. Man, have I missed browsing in a brick and mortar bookstore. I made a wish list a mile long. *sigh*

Mickey and I split up and I visited Lush and bought a couple of sparkly bath bombs for my favorite 5 year old, walked a couple of stores down and picked up a little something for my sister's upcoming birthday, browsed in Pottery Barn and Williams Sonoma (swoon!), and put some mileage on my shoes poking around in numerous other shops. It was such fun, I felt like an Amish girl on rumspringa. We met for a quick lunch and then headed off to the local Trader Joe's for a few things. We didn't have snow on the way home, but at least the car smelled good from that sack of bath bombs. Tomorrow I'm volunteering at the Friends of the Library booth at Winterfest. I think I'm running the Pin the Nose on the Snowman game. I doubt it will compete with all of the bouncy houses and big stuff, but hopefully some little bookworms will find us. After the festival I'll once again become a crazy lady, cleaning this house top to bottom and getting packed for the trip. I want to come home on the night of the 17th to a house that doesn't need a thing, because we'll be hurtling right into Christmas. Note to self: never again travel in December. I know I'll have a ball in Florida. I wanted to see my mom before I start the library job and lose the freedom to travel whenever I want (I've forgotten what it's like to ask for time off!). My sister is going to join us and we'll be able to celebrate her birthday on the 15th. It'll be good for all of us, some girl time. And that, my friends, explains my absence. I'm a one-woman holiday crew. The house is pretty, the tree is sparkling, gifts are purchased, wrapped, and tagged, cookies are baked, cards are mailed, and this elf is done. Well, I say one-woman, but I am never alone. Someone is always there, watching.

See her in there, just behind the white and gold bow? I can't keep her out of there. At least she doesn't climb it. I'll try to write a bit more tomorrow, I think I'll actually have a little time. I may tromp around in the woods and look for some greenery to cut. I want to make a festive swag to hang over those ugly blinds.

Hmmm. Maybe not. Looks a little too busy. Maybe some light garland. Whatever, it's not like we're on the Christmas home tour. Until tomorrow (I hope), I hope that you're enjoying every bright and shiny bit of this season. Turn on some holiday tunes and boogie your way through your chores. That's what keeps me going.

Stay safe, stay well, stay jolly! XOXO, Nancy

[istalauuu]

Ola, everyone!! It’s me, Crista! So for today’s blog, I'll introduce myself, where I came from, and how my life actually went.

I am Angelie Crista, but I prefer to be called Crista, especially by my closest friends. In contrast, people that I don’t know just call me by my surname, which is Brita. I hated to be called Angelie because I just don’t like it, and I find it cringe and a little bit weird. But lately, my mom told me the reason why she named me that, and I found out that it is a female French name that means "Messenger of God". like wow?!?!?! At first, I wouldn't believe her, and she even made me search for it on Google. BUT GIRL, IT IS. (sarcastically crying). Going back, I am 19 and currently residing in Brgy. Nena San Julian, but I grew up in Paranaque City, Metro Manila. Let’s get to know it, and here’s the history of my hometown..

PARANAQUE CITY

Is a highly-urbanized city was once just a simple fishing barangay during the Pre-Spanish days of the Philippines.

When Miguel Lopez de Legazpi and his group of Spanish colonizers landed in Manila, it is said that they discovered a small community who lived near the Manila Bay where fishing or “paglalayag” were their only source of income. But on the other side of the community called Muntinlupa, the natives, who were living on rice farming, were called “taga-Palayan”. These two groups of people intermingled with each other, often on little celebrations.

It was said that once upon a time, these two groups had a feast to decide what the name of their place would be. The rice farmers wanted to name the place “Palalayan”, but the fishermen protested and wanted the place to be named “Palalayag”. In order to reach a conclusion, both parties agreed to a compromise and instead decided to name the place “Palanyag”.

Several years later during the Spanish era, the placed was renamed “Para Aniya Ake” because of several instances where Spanish soldiers would tell the native coachman “Para aqui, para aqui (Stop here, stop here)” whenever they reached Palanyag. These native coachmen would tell their humorous versions of this story until the name stuck in the hearts and minds of the inhabitants of old Paranaque.

Paranaque City is also known as the fashion capital of Metro Manila and is home to the largest fashion boutiques and shops.

Just so you know, guys, my life there is quite adventurous and fun. Serving me the things I wanted and making it easier for me to do the things I needed. Spoiling myself almost every day by going to the malls or even with friends. That’s why my money only lasts for a few minutes. Yes, I am too irresponsible when it comes to handling money.

But for some reason, that life I had vanished when my parents decided to let me study here in our province, which is located in Brgy. Nena San Julian, Eastern Samar. So, moving forward, as a girl who grew up in a city, I am having a hard time, especially since I am new to this place. I find it difficult here since there are big differences between the place where I grew up and the place I am today.

But since this is the new chapter that God gave me and a life that I needed to take, I don’t have a choice but to accept and love where I am today. I made adjustments, and it’s not easy to do. The transportation here is so hard. It’s like I am more tired of the transportation than of my classes. Also, the grocery stores are too far, and it’s quite tiring. The things I used to do were gone, and I came to a point where I badly wanted to graduate immediately so I could go back to Manila. Sounds ridiculous, right?

But after staying here for a month, a realization hit me. I should’ve been enjoying my life here and being content. I should let things flow and love every single moment that I have here. And, so, little by little, I didn’t notice that I'd been falling in love with nature and appreciating its beauty more than before. The fresh wind that blows within my hair, the calmness it gives, and the silence of every corner of the trees.. oh! I'm in love with this nature, which captured my heart softly. Too dramatic, am I?

But anyway, what I also love about this place are the beaches. The waves that slowly moving, making a little sound. Bringing my soul into peace and letting my inner self to be healed.

Finally, I can say that I am doing great today and am hoping for the next day to come. I will probably end my blog here, and I hope you like and enjoyed it. Again, I am Crista, and I hope to see you on my next blog! Bye, everyone, and have a great day ahead!

Source:

[ets-intrests]

So my girlfriend and I are in a very funny predicament for Christmas based on the fact we're celebrating Christmas with both my family & her family— She, thinking that her mom wouldn't buy everything on her Christmas list, gave her mom the exact same one she gave my parents, as well as my Christmas list.

And thus the problem began:

She tells me, today, after I return from a mall trip with my Dad and brother to kill time before the big day, that her mom just told her that she "Basically got everything on [her] Christmas list." (And, her mom has gotten me things too.) Now, in any usual fashion that's absolutely amazing, but the thing is, my dad is a top tier gifter. Like, every Christmas I basically expect to be wow'd with things I haven't even asked for, and I get the things I do. And, my dad, having basically embraced my girlfriend as the 6th member of the family, has done the same with her.

So, now you see the big problem here: My girlfriend and I are quite likely getting doubles of presents this year. Which is. Both an insanely funny thing to happen, but also extremely anxiety inducing.

I guess it's only a few days until we figure out what happens, and what is under the tree! I'll definitely keep this posted! LOL

[la-lauren]

We're in the Bay for Thanksgiving, which has been nice. We get to stay at her mom's partner's house by the beach. They live in Southern California and rent out the main house up here but keep the MIL suite empty for themselves when they visit or for us when we're up here. It is so nice to have a whole space to ourselves by the beach without paying hotel prices.

Anyway, as such, we have seen her dad and his family only once and just done what we wanted otherwise. Also very nice. We've been sleeping in until 11. I feel the angels singing, the cells in my body feel like they're finally getting a chance to recover, instead of waking up to walk a dog rain or shine. I do miss our babies though.

We went to Target to pick up the Eras Tour book that was released yesterday, on Black Friday. I am so thankful Black Friday isn't the mob it was 20 years ago. We leisurely walked around Target and the mall, got what we wanted, and it was so low stress. We ended up trying on engagement rings, and honestly, it just made me so sad, because our finances are not anywhere near get-married level, and I don't want to get married or even engaged under a Trump presidency anyway.... which means we likely won't be married in the next 4-5 years. That just breaks my heart. I am also afraid of marriage rights being revoked for couples "like us."

When we got home last night, we put on a documentary called A Secret Love. We knew it was two older lesbians and their lives, but I truly didn't expect it to hit the nerves that it did. They spent 70 years together, the majority of them in closet. They told their families their whole lives that they were just roommates. When they finally did come out, the remaining living family members did accept them, and they got married in the nursing home (I think).

I think it just hurts knowing that the same rhetoric Pat & Terry had to fend off is making a resurgence with the Christian nationalists that are about to be running our nation. They feel so free to harm others in their words and actions. I worry about the raids Pat & Terry saw in their days being a thing again. I don't think it'd happen in Cali, but you never know, I guess.

In California, I've felt a bit silly about the shame I've felt for being gay. In LA especially, it really is celebrated, you know? Accepted. It has become so easy for me to forget my roots, the ones that built that shame from the ground up. I have felt so loved, so allowed to take up space, so wanted -- in a place that I was always told was superficial and demonic.

I don't even just mean with my partner. I mean in public, people are kind to me. As an obese unattractive woman, I am met with kindness in LA. I am seen as a person. No one comments on my weight. I can't say the same about the South, even though the population is largely obese!

I'm sure it'd be a different story if I wanted to act, right -- like I'm not traditional movie/model material, but in the day-to-day, I am welcomed with love by these people. Not the judgment I felt in the South.

Anyway, my body does feel like it's on its last leg (literally because of my ankle/foot problem), and I worry my body may fail before I can marry the love of my life. I'm trying my best to avoid it. I'm trying so hard to be healthier. I wish it weren't this difficult for me.

On the other hand, I've noticed recently that when I'm transferring her between places or when I pick up her wheelchair with one hand, strangers will remark some version of, "Wow, you're strong," and in those moments, I am proud and thankful for my big body and strong muscles. It has been a legitimate concern if I do lose weight, whether I'll be able to easily move her around when needed or lift her chair with ease. For now, though, I am strong and more than capable, and I offer up thanks to the universe for that.

I am holding on tight to my partner, and I am ready for whatever is about to come down the pipeline because I know we're facing it together.

I'd never have dreamed up this life for myself, but I'm so glad it's where I've landed. I hope it keeps getting better. I just wish we'd landed in the Kamala-as-President timeline instead of this one.

[ireceived-p8250000]

October 21-27 2012

Intrams are coming up, and Aga is leading the cheer dance competition. Personally, I'm not sure how well we'll match up.

On Sunday, Mom and I went to the mall and bought a Fujifilm mirrorless camera. I'm really happy with it—the photos turn out really good, and I keep taking pictures of my parents and Ran. I love it so much. It has a good aperture and the photos are so lit! I started taking photos everywhere and even the ugly things look pretty. I used it in school so I pretty much use it for my blog. I started taking videos as well for my "a day in the life" videos. But maybe I'll tone it down for a video a day only. Not every day is special.

It was Regine's birthday, so there was a celebration at her house on Saturday. I haven't seen my non-college friends. Jess also said she's quite busy, so we're trying to meet up in November. Despite my excitement about my new camera, I must focus on studying, especially statistics.

[littlecarnet]

With summer coming up in my location, I start getting into a nostalgic mood. I had some incredible summers as a kid, from road tripping to going to visiting my relatives in Sarti to just staying home and hanging out with friends.

The times my family stayed home were memorable. This was in an era when the internet wasn't around yet. Gosh I hope this doesn't date me, but every summer night the radio would host a scary stories hour, sort of like today's creepy pasta. You could call in with your own creepy stories too. I'd have a tape player on standby to record them and play them back later for friends who missed them. My uncle also had a radio that picked up number stations and that was always so mysterious to me.

My friends and I would buy a bag of oranges and we'd walk to the beach either to just swim and pick up shells, or attend a festival. Or take a bus to the downtown and go to the comic shop, go to the arcade, get slices of 7up cake or a gelato, go to the mall, rent a karaoke booth, go to a photo sticker machine, go check out a local concert, make zines and copy them at the convenience store as well as send mail to long distance friends, go whale watching, or eat some fish and chips at the end of the pier. Sometimes there were workshops too. I went to a kiln house with a few friends and made dolphin figures. I learned how to work with silver clay and some rings. I volunteered at a community garden and brought home lots of produce like tomatoes and bitter melon, as I cooled off at home with mint tea, barley tea or halo-halo.

The only thing I hated was summer homework. Either reading a book from a list that had nothing I liked, going to a seminar where I had to listen and take notes from a local professor, or the least painful... do an at-home science experiment. Usually for this involved bug catching or keeping a mini ocean aquarium. I remember keeping a tiny starfish alive in a tank for an entire week and monitoring it. That was fun. I let it go back to the tide pool it came from.

Sometimes I recreate a day of those childhood activities during the summer. Especially the late night horror stories, playing games, and eating/drinking favorite stuff. It's a nice low tech way to relax.

My family is still planning out our vacation this year, we usually stick around San Diego or go up north to Monterey, staying either at Hotel Del Coronado or rough it at the San Simeon Campground. Both locations are just minutes from lots of fun places and are a compromise between my mom and I, as she's more city and shopping based, I'm more about nature and local museums. But we can definitely agree we both love the beach and theme parks. If we plan it right, I'll be able to celebrate my birthday there.

[thoughtsofadad-blog]

I want to be better.

WORK Ever had a feeling that you hit a dead end? Like you had a simple routine, but it's no longer effective? And that it brings more bad than good? Yeah, I'm right there. As mentioned, I work 5 days a week in the office and my offs fall on the weekend. Great right? Kinda ideal. When I first started here, it was all good. I've had fun and learned a lot of things. Had a blast with the year end party and Christmas party. We eat in the office when we have a celebrant and whatnot. But recently, things have been kinda stale. Like everything's turning to black and white. The worse part is, I'm not the only one who feels this way. Apparently, people in my team also feels the same. What's worse than that? There's no solution to it. I can't help but feel as if I'm the burden by summing up all of my mistakes. Heck, I don't even feel worthy to take a 15 minute break or ask for a leave. I don't know. It's been really draining these past few months. I've always hated this feeling and hoped that I wouldn't go through it again, but I've been dragging myself lately. And I know that it's one of the signs that a person is no longer happy, no.. willing to do whatever it is needed to be done. I want to feel the excitement I had before. But how can I if I'm being micro-managed? They tell you one thing and it becomes a different thing quickly. A backhanded compliment. Favoritism. Being frustrated with you not knowing a certain process they didn't even teach. No proper training. I used to think that the people are worth the stay, but apparently that reason's starting to deflate.

(I wish I finished school instead.) Meh, hopefully one day we'll all find our spark again.

-- FAMILY Coming home to them brings me comfort. Sometimes I come home to my boy sleeping on the sofa and my wife working. A quiet afternoon. Relaxing. OR I'd come home and see my boy riding his bike in the yard, yelling "Daddy!" as I walk to the gate. I feel that the stress I have from work drops. And I squeeze out the remaining energy I have to play with him. I love weekends. I get to spend the whole day with them. May it be just at home, relaxing or out at the mall. Sometimes we'd attend a birthday party. Literally takes off the stress you had for the week before. Recently, I feel like I've lost my touch. Or is it just that they're growing up? LOL. He has his own feelings now. He knows what he wants and what he doesn't. That's great and all, until my wife told me something. Apparently, they went to the mall on a weekday (I was in the office), and Rex wanted this piece of gummy something from the candy shop. She said "No", because she didn't have extra cash on her and Rex took the candy and ran off. Kinda alarming, right? (Bet it is). She ran after him and took the candy back to the store. So fast forward to yesterday, we went to the mall since it's a weekend. To be honest, I never had a problem walking into a toy store with him. He never splat himself to the ground just because I couldn't buy something he wanted. He never cried, never yelled, never had a tantrum because we couldn't buy what he wanted. But yesterday, he was trying to get a chocolate egg with a toy inside (You know those little KinderJoy surprise eggs? Those ones.), and I said we couldn't because we haven't eaten dinner yet. I was holding the one he was holding and then he let go. I thought, alright, he understood. But, Alas.. his hands were fast to grab the egg next to what I was holding and ran off. So I ran after him and caught him. I'll admit. It wasn't cute. I was actually angry at what he did and I think he felt that. We walked for a little while and his mom was looking at clothes. I took this opportunity to talk to him. With all my might not to raise my voice, I told him that it wasn't right. It's bad. And that's how a person would end up in jail. (Come on, it is, right???) He looked up to me with the most sorry eyes I saw in my life with a bit of tears on the side and he said "Sorry" and hugged me. I think to myself, "If I didn't need to go to the office everyday, this wouldn't have happened". I don't blame my wife, because she already has a lot on her plate. She works from home, takes care of Rex, fixes his school bag, school lunch. Sometimes she does the laundry while working. She even cooks for their lunch. So, yeah. She has a lot already. I blame myself. I haven't been there for either of them. He had trouble breathing recently. We thought it could be Asthma, since I had that, too when I was a kid. He would breathe in deep and exhale, like a very deep sigh. But according to the doctor, it's actually psychological. The simplest example the doctor gave is that when we (adults) think about something that bothers us, or remember something really sad or when we were afraid, we tend to do the same thing. In this case, it's the same with children.

I feel sad. I should've done better. I should've been there.

I should've had more patience. I want to be better. Not just for me. But for my family. Because they deserve the best and I want to give them the best. I want them to be happy. We don't come from a wealthy family. There's a life I want them to have. But how can I, if I'm not even at my best self? Honestly, I don't know where to go from here. I'm just going with the flow. Until next time.

[gyusimp]

°•Christmas with Gyutaro Headcanons•°

🎄I drop this today cause i'll have a lot of things to do tomorrow. It's a bit short but this's my Christmas gift for you, enjoy! 🎄

Gyutaro is really the type of person who doesn't like Christmas. He doesn't hate it, he's just not excited or isn't very important to him.

If you don't like it that much either it's ok, then it'll be a normal day for you two, pair of grinches and the headcanon ends here lmao.

But! If unlike him, you love this time of year and when fucking October arrives (or even before) you start counting the days, Gyutaro will be willing to put up with you and your excitement for these dates.

For many months he was already totally invited to come to your house to spend it with you and your whole family but you know that socializing is not something that Gyutaro enjoys so you had another idea to spend time with him.

You asked your mom for the list of all the things she would need for dinner and some sweets and snacks too. She gave it to you and you told Gyutaro if he wanted to do the shopping with you.

It was that or spend alone at home because Ume already had plans to go out, but he would spend a lot of time with you so he said yes. You two took the bus to the mall where you bought some last minute gifts and the next stop was the supermarket.

This place was FULL of people and entire families milling the aisles with baskets and carts full of food.

Gyutaro took your hand in a fleeting moment of despair and you kissed his cheek, telling him that you two wouldn't be long in here.

You took the list and you walked to the aisle of each thing, you took it and placed it inside the cart that he drove because you were terrible at controlling those things.

At first he was somewhat uncomfortable by all the people around him but then he focused only on you and your random topic of conversation and that made him feel much better.

The line to pay was very long and it took a while, but then another cashier opened another cash so you were able to get out faster.

When leaving the mall, you called your dad to tell him that the purchases were done. A few minutes later, he collected the two of you and the thousands of bags in the car to go home.

Gyutaro already knew your dad so the trip wasn't uncomfortable at all. When you got home, you put your purchases in the kitchen and Gyutaro waited for you in the living room.

There was music and the atmosphere in your house was very happy so you called him to sit down and talk with you while you worked on dinner with your mom and your other family or he could even help you if he wanted.

Time passed faster and in the end he ended up staying for dinner. After helping out all morning, you took a shower, changed your clothes and got ready for Gyutaro to see you with the new outfit you had bought.

He blushed a lot when he saw you and told you that you looked very pretty. Gyutaro really wanted to kiss you, all day long he wanted to but he couldn't do it because all your family was at home and you were with them most of the time.

It was already midnight and he was still at your house because today was a day to stay up late. He received a call from Ume to tell him not to worry about her as she would be sleeping over at a friend's house who organized a party.

You took the opportunity to run to your room and grab a large bag. You went straight to Gyutaro and when he hung up you took a box out of that bag to hand to him.

"Merry Christmas, love!" you told him, with your cheeks pink while the fireworks were heard in the street.

He was surprised. First, because he didn't expect you to give him a gift and second, because he didn't actually buy anything for you.

Gyutaro hugged you very tight and lifted you a few inches off the ground before taking the box and he covered your face with soft kisses.

You wanted to continue celebrating with him so after the gift exchange with your family and when everyone went to sleep you went to Gyutaro's house. Even though it was very late, it was not dangerous because the streets were full of people and the neighbors had music and parties at their houses.

When you two walked in his house you excitedly told him to open his gift so he did. He tore the paper with his fingers and having unpacked the box, he opened it to find a black hoodie from his favorite band decorated with some chains.

"Oh shit! Is this a fucking joke? I love it!! How did you get it?" he said, hugging you.

This was a special edition of clothing that a certain brand had released but Gyutaro couldn't buy it due to lack of money, you had a friend who works in one of those stores so you were able to get it at a discount and long before they sold out.

"Don't think about that, it's just a love proof from your girlfriend. I'm glad you like it, sweetheart."

You took another box out of your bag and handed it over. You told him it was for Ume so he thanked you and put it in his room.

When you two were in his room he caught you off guard to kiss you and you kissed him back.

Now he could finally spend some time alone with you, he even told you that he would give you the first part of your Christmas gift right now ;)

The next morning, you two got dressed and tidied up before Ume arrived or it would have been very embarrassing and inappropriate to let her know everything that happened last night.

She arrived very happy to see you and after finishing her older brother's interrogation about what she did, who she was with and making sure she didn't drink anything, he allowed her to say hello.

You gave her her gift and you were very happy to see the little jumps that she gave when she saw her new nail polishes and an eyeshadow palette of about 50 colors.

The Shabana siblings made you very happy and you were happy to know that you made them happy too so today was a day to stay at their house and watch movies all day with them until it got dark and Gyutaro would take you to your house on his motorcycle.

I wish you all a merry christmas! Hope you'll have a nice time with your family, friends or with whoever that makes u happy, Gyu and me send u all our love 💚 Also i wanted to know, how u celebrate Christmas? i'll be helping my family cooking and i'll be awake untill the midnight tomorrow! So what are u gonna do?