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[hollywocd]

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[acapelladitty]

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[ratoamericano]

Donny, Baby Reindeer Layouts

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[sosostickers]

Soso Stickers 0022 ᡣ𐭩 ｡ﾟ・₊. 𓇼. ｡.

Cute Reindeer Cartoon on Christmas Winter

[nightmanatee]

But almost completely absent from the upfront festivities was Doctor Who, the iconic British sci-fi series that Disney+ now co-produces with the BBC following what was undoubtedly one of the biggest global TV show deals of the past decade. Doctor Who was handed a minor bit of real estate at the North Javits, but its lack of front-and-center placement may spin a yarn about the series’ position in the Disney priority log nearly three years on from the deal being struck.

Noises that it may not last beyond its initial two seasons are already reverberating around international TV circles, and one source close to the production tells us that they feel its future hangs in the balance already. Disney, the BBC, and co-producers BBC Studios and Bad Wolf all declined Deadline’s interview requests for this article.

“I thought it was a mixed bag,” says Tony Jordan, Society Co-ordinator of the 30,000-strong Doctor Who Appreciation Society, who says this feeling broadly reflects that of the mega fans he speaks with regularly. “When Russell’s return was announced I thought, ‘That’s fantastic’ but maybe I remembered the good stuff and chose to forget the not so good stuff. His track record of ending seasons with two parters has been widely varying in success, for example.”

When consolidated seven-day viewing figures were taken into account, the entire series averaged an audience down almost 1.5 million per episode compared to Whittaker’s last in 2021, according to Barb data supplied by overnights.tv, while it failed to light up Barb’s daily seven-day streaming rankings, which were at the time dominated by the likes of Baby Reindeer and Clarkson’s Farm, and evergreens such as EastEnders.

One of our sources close to the production believes Disney will “need to make a decision” on its future relationship with the show soon after The War Between the Land and the Sea wraps, and this could have a bearing on how long the in-demand Gatwa ... this source predicts the final episode has been left open-ended, with the possibility remaining that Gatwa could regenerate into his successor if he chooses to exit. Gatwa’s agents hadn’t responded to Deadline’s request for comment by press time.

take it with a grain of salt but not only is gatwa not sure if he wants to stay in the show, not only the ratings keep dropping down (i hate talking about them but maybe disney isn't), not only is disney now in doubt but the whole "lets bring back old showrunner old actors old writers etc etc and make a deal with a big mouse" is not a... good idea???

wow who (me) could've thought.

[nohiketoosmall]

im losing my mind

i found actually the best snake listing and its INSANE

this is. a giraffe snake. it is a snake with the pattern of a giraffe. with a little giraffe hat. and three babies.

the babies are: cobra hood, little blue one, and two headed baby

this is insane and i love it, its like the creator entered my brain and pulled out my thoughts and then created this for me. i love giraffes. i love snakes. i love cartoons with anime eyes.

The description has an emoji of a giraffe and says "reindeer dressed spots print" and "deer dressed" which is just... iconic honestly, i love reading poorly translated descriptions.

in case you're wondering, i could find no other listings as insane as this. the other things included in this line are like, turtle with turtle babies, flamingo with flamingo babies, unicorn with unicorn babies. theres a cat-unicorn with caticorn babies, but everyone puts unicorn horns on everything.

this stuffed animal is $36 and the company seems dubious, none of the other toys have embroidered eyes, and i would only be able to purchase it off of amazon. but its just so insane that i desperately want it

[smallgodseries]

[image description: A squinty fellow with a dark unbecoming bowl-cut cocks his head. He wears a gray jacket and a black tie, but the musical bars that behind him bend run riot through his shirt. Text reads, “174, Ishka Babel, the Small God of Novelty Songs”]

• • • • •

He is NOT the small god of jingles, and he really wishes people would remember that, and stop calling on him every time they have the plop plop fizz fizz song stuck in their heads again.  That domain belongs solely to Belle Ringer, who claims the little subliminal hooks that clutter your prefrontal cortex.  Ishka practices a more subtle art, a more beautiful calling.

He is the small god of novelty songs.  Of grandmothers getting run over by reindeer, mothers kissing Santa Claus, and Peter Cottontail heading down the bunny trail.  His hand moves through the dead puppies and the fish heads, and because she’s a blonde, he’ll help her win the homecoming crown.  He is in the flash and the dazzle, he knows how to do the monster mash, and he’ll tell you when to run from the blob and the purple people eater.

Does he wish more people would take him seriously?  Oh, sometimes.  He remembers a time when he was but a wisp of faith, when all songs were novelty songs, because people were doing things for the first time they had ever been done.  A time before baby belugas, baby sharks, or itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikinis.

But time passes, even for gods.  Maybe especially for gods, with as much time as they have to spend.

He is here to open your mind, broaden your horizons, and shock your ears with sounds that they have never heard before, and he knows better than any that what seems innovative and exciting today will fade into expectation tomorrow.

Except for Mr. Blobby.  He’s not sure anyone will ever get used to Mr. Blobby. He’s quite sure he doesn’t want to.

Sing for him, if you have the opportunity.  He’s always happy for the chance to hear something new.

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Please join Lee Moyer (Icon) and Seanan McGuire (Story) each week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many tiny divinities:

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[murderboyfriends]

Nine People I’d Like to Know Better

three ships: right now I’m reading a lot of Hannigram, spacedogs, and drarry lol (I’ve also been reading wolfstar and starchaser but I could only list three wahhh)

first ship: probably something like Miley Stewart with Jake Ryan on Hannah Montana idk. But the first real big ship I got into was probably Bella and Edward from Twilight? Or maybe Frerard cuz that’s when I started really getting obsessed with deep into fan fiction

last song i listened to: I’m listening to Why Can’t I Touch It by the Buzzcocks right now

currently reading: lol I’m actually reading a hannigram/dogsdogs fic right now 🫣

currently watching: hmm I don’t think there’s anything I’m currently watching tbh ?? I’ve been rewatching Hannibal episodes here and there but that’s nothing new. I’ve been really busy with work trying to save up for rdc6 but I’ve been wanting to watch baby reindeer on Netflix so I might start that today

relationship status: I’ve been in a complicated relationship for nearly 5 years now lolololol

current obsessions: nbc Hannibal lol and just generally anything involving it I guess

currently craving: I know this is food related but tbh not craving anything but sleep, boy fr

fave color: I really like darker green shades like the one in my icon and on my mobile blog. Also a big fan of dark reds 🥀

I was tagged by @zipegs who would’ve been one of the ppl I’d have tagged had he not tagged me first lmaooo Hunter also tagged some others I’d have tagged so I’m not gonna tag em but I love yall 💕

the 9 ppl I’m gonna tag are @teethsoup @iero @bodysnatcherrrr @vendettafrank @threedaysgross @crowned-ivy @love-songs-for-emma @moonlitmushroom @lesbian-hannibal 🖤

[ricardian-werewolf]

Chapter 3: Some Corner of Ravka

Flashback chapter, baby! So much pain, but also sweetness!

Thank you to @lordbettany for mentioning I should write a Nikolai/Dominik one shot. This turned into quite something.

Ao3 link

Summary:

A flashback chapter to Nikolai and Dominik at Halmhend, and how the First Army became so devoted to their fox prince. Trigger warnings for ww1 style violence, blood, gore, and other horrors.

Chapter below the cut

Halmhend, 3 years earlier.

Halmhend was a massacre. Blood and smoke, its poisoned stench, filled Nikolai’s lungs as he walked across the field. His respirator, fogged up with his breaths, made him look like a nightmare. In the skirmish with Fjerda’s troops and their new machinery, they’d deployed shells filled with gas that blinded and corroded lungs.

Somewhere in this hell, Dominik lay. Nikolai found his fingers sliding to the prayer beads at his waist, knotted tight to his undershirt’s button loops. He fished for the one he’d added himself - Sankt Nikolai’s icon - reindeer antlers with a borough of food. Wordlessly, he prayed.

Not to any god or Saint, for those fiends had long since fled these men’s minds. But no, he prayed to some higher, older power. It was in this mindset, as his feet slid on the muddied duckboards and the roar of the guns pounding over his head, that he implored the fates to spare Dominik.

Bodies fell over living or dead, friend or foe alike. Dimly, he could hear a Fjerdan soldier crying out for water. But he didn’t start towards that man. Mercy had fled Nikolai’s mind alongside his sanity and hope. As he walked, rifle clutched in his muddy hands, his mind was devoid of all conscious and active thought.

The generals would have their aides write up after-action reports, lists of the dead would be shipped home in rattling, worn horse-drawn carts. Another sheet of names would be pasted in city and village squares. More homes would take up the black armbands and mourning wear, with the clocks inside stopped. The windows would be draped over with black fabric and the house shut up tight. All to ward off malevolent spirits.

Nikolai wondered numbly if the palace would do much the same when he fell. Would Ravka mourn their second son, or would the mummeries be merely a day and then let normality creep in like a late evening fog? He hoped someone would remember to keep his grave clean, to plant flowers from the hothouses he’d tended to in the fertile earth. Maybe some of the servants would leave stones or offerings of food in thanks for his kindness and service.

Then again, mayhaps not. He was surely beloved, but he deserved a soldier’s death. Dominik-

No. Do not think of Dominik dead. It’ll only make that come to pass.

Nikolai’s feet quickened, and he felt the mud grip tighter to his boots and puttees as he strode once more into the murk. The air was clearer now, so his fingers yanked up his respirator and he breathed in a gulp of dirty, filthy air. The mask made his face glisten with sweat, and the feeling of it was awful.

”Dominik?” He croaked weakly. Nikolai turned to searching blindly amongst the mud and khaki for those familiar deep brown curls he’d so often fisted his fingers into. Amongst a crowd of dead Fjerdans, Nikolai spotted Dominik.

Lying halfway down a slit trench filled with the dead of both sides, Dominik’s face was sickly pale. Yet, his mouth blossomed red with blood, like poppies in a snowy field. A flash in the dark, then gone.

“Dominik.” Nikolai croaked, stuffing his respirator away. He struggled through the mud towards him, then slipped down into the slit trench. Dominik stirred at the sound of his name and looked up.

His eyes, those dark, doe-like eyes, widened. “Nikolai.” He wheezed, reaching for Nikolai’s hands. Nikolai’s legs buckled under him and he fell hard on Dominik’s left side, mud splattering his face and chest.

“Where?”

”Bullet to the lung..” Dominik coughed.

Nikolai looked up wildly out to the battlefield. Lines of trenches they were supposed to take lay empty as the Fjerdans retreated in victory, having smashed the 22nd to matchstick shards. Accounting for the wounded alone, the total fatality rate was somewhere around eighty percent.

”Medik!”

But his call came unheard. Too many dead to tag, too many wounded to treat. Nikolai turned back to Dominik. Whipping off his helmet, Nikolai pulled out his canteen and handkerchief. Filling the bowl with tepid water, he dipped the handkerchief into the water and wiped off Dominik’s face.

”There, that's better?”

”Thanks, Kolya.” Dominik wheezed. The wound was oozing too much blood. Nikolai’s fingers twitched instinctively, and he leaned forward. Pulling off his black calfskin-leather gloves, he pressed both hands over the wounds.

”Nikolai, what’re you doing?” Dominik breathed, gasping faster as Nikolai closed his eyes. Something within him was changing, something dark and powerful was surging through Nikolai. A darkness that shouldn’t be possible to any Grisha who practiced the small science.

”No, Nikolai!” Dominik cried, grabbing Nikolai’s sleeve. “Y-you can’t do this!”

“I can!” Nikolai snapped, his eyes opening to show his dilated pupils. Dominik could feel Nikolai’s hands shaking as he applied more pressure.

“This goes against everything we’ve been taught! Please, love, please…”

“There is a price that some men pay in blood, Dominik. I am not letting you pay that. You have a family. I-“ Nikolai broke off to weep, cursing under his breath as the bullet refused to budge. “What in the fucking hell did the Fjerdans put in these bullets?”

“Grisha steel.” Dominik hissed. “I tried to alter the chemical compounds but…”

“They’re using Grisha. Of course.” Nikolai’s low growl turned into a feral snarl. The balance of power tipped inside him and he felt the merzost he needed desperately, finally breaking out. Dominik’s eyes widened in further horror as he recognized that darkness flowing out of Nikolai and into him.

However, that darkness was benevolent, soothing. It melted the bullet, reformed the veins in his ruined body and did something to them. Something that made him more than human. He wasn’t entirely certain what Nikolai did, but the merzost’s toll was certainly there.

For as Nikolai finally finished pouring all of that energy into him, he curled in on himself and sobbed. The fox-bone amplifier he wore at his wrist cracked in two, and fell into the mud. Dominik went to reach for it, but Nikolai held him back.

Looking down, Dominik gasped. Black talons covered Nikolai’s perfectly manicured fingernails, and where Nikolai’s powers had once been warmth, now only cold darkness remained.

”The curse…” Dominik breathed, touching his fingers to Nikolai’s cheeks. Nikolai nodded mutely, falling against Dominik in exhaustion. The power of bringing Dominik back from the dead had brought him to the brink of collapse. Now, the two of them were stranded in No-man’s land, miles from the Ravkan lines.

“We need to get out of here, Kolya.”

”Too tired.” Nikolai whined, burrowing into Dominik’s chest. Tears poured down his face and he fisted his fingers into Dominik’s tunic. Beginning to weep, he cupped Dominik’s face in his hands and kissed him repeatedly till Dominik’s lips were swollen and Nikolai was breathless.

”I want to go home.” He murmured, sounding so childlike that Dominik’s heart broke in two. “With you, to that grotto we found in the palace gardens no one goes to.”

“Where we had our first kiss.” Dominik grinned. “After your name day party, when everyone else was wildly drunk on kvas and we were… 16?”

”Fourteen.” Nikolai corrected, a smile cracking his grayed and muddied face. “It was so warm that summer… remember?”

”Of course.” Dominik smiled, touching Nikolai’s cheek again. Blood leaked from a wound in Nikoliai’s temple, a mere scratch compared to the tissues healing under Dominik’s tunic. He sighed, shifted his weight up. Pain flared up, and he fell back.

”No way in the saints are you getting up, Captain.” Nikolai rose to his feet and glared back down the slit trench at the bodies of the Fjerdans lying there. He had a sudden, wild urge to grab his bayonet and entrenching tool and drive them into anyone still daring to live, but the rage passed. What followed was a surge of white-hot sickness and Nikolai soon found himself on his hands and knees, expelling his empty stomach into a shell hole. The reeking stench of dead bodies and shell-fumes made his stomach further unsettled.

“Don’t leave me here alone,” He found himself murmuring to Dominik as he picked up the boy he’d loved from when they were nine. A mishap in the schoolroom and several bruises across Dominik’s hand had cemented a friendship. Carrying the weight of his lover now, Nikolai found himself wondering what there was to life beyond this. The war between Fjerda and Ravka was eons old. Men just like him and Dominik had loved and died together, and yet… so little changed. Vasily had never tasted mud like this. It had never filled his brother’s nostrils, covered his flesh like some, reeking and putrid second skin. The sun over their heads broke through the cloud cover, casting the battlefield in a sickly yellow. Vasily would be drinking kvas in a command tent behind the lines, a cavalry officer who was never put into the line of fire. He’d never have to carry a comrade off the battlefield. While Nikolai fought for Ravka, Vasily fought for himself.

Nikolai spat out a wad of bloodied spit and flexed his fingers inside his gloves. He’d need to hide his new nails better. Dominik understood the curse that Nikolai had been born with, yet no others would. All around them, the sounds of post-battle chaos filled their ears. The men who’d been left to die in no man’s land were the first thing that Nikolai heard, and he stopped.

“I’m going to leave you with the mediks and get back out here.” He murmured, kissing the crown of Dominik’s head. “If it gets hairy, have a runner come and fetch me.”

”Alright.” Dominik murmured, touching Nikolai’s cheek with a sense of adoration. The pain of nearly dying had made his body ache, and he could barely focus on Nikolai’s face. Nikolai stroked Dominik’s cheek again, and smiled faintly.

“Rest, love.” He whispered as the hands of his fellow men thrust up from the depths of their trench to help Nikolai back to shelter. Nikolai passed Dominik onto the stretcher bearers waiting, and whistled sharply for Isaak.

Since Isaak was his batman, he came charging out from the officer’s dugout, mud in his hair and his face smeared with soot.

“Major.”

”I need bandages, a few stretcher bearers and anything else the mediks can spare.”

Isaak nodded, looking nervously at his commander. “W-what are you intending to do, sir?”

”The wounded out there… need my assistance.” Nikolai looked out to the expanse of no man’s land. His boots were caked in mud and blood; his hands were clawed monstrosities, and yet. He still willed himself forward, to help those who couldn’t help themselves. He willed himself towards the ladder of the parapet, and scaled it effortlessly. Looking out from the long-glass in his hand, he spotted no enemy positions as active.

The merzost and darkness within him stirred, pulsating and purring. It hungered for blood. Nikolai peeled off his gloves. Let the Fjerdan come with their tanks and Drüskelle. He’d be waiting.

Halmhend was a disaster in the official reports. The 22nd reported an 80% loss rate. Over half of its officers were killed in one surprise attack from the Fjerdan regular forces with combined tank units. Yet, what came after was remembered with far more fondness in the minds of the First Army Soldiers. Where before Halmhend, Nikolai’s respect had only been curated amongst his men of his company, now the entire First Army was ready to put their lives down for him. Vasily received no such honors. When the Crown Prince met his brother at Chernast that winter, Nikolai wore bandages on both arms and his hands were once more covered by scars. Vasily was clad in a fur cape and his only new scar was from an accidental knife wound. Nikolai had been shot in the lung, and torn the bullet from his own lung while still giving orders to his men. The differences between the two were at their starkest, and yet… if Vasily ever became king, his standing army would abandon him.

They followed Nikolai with a devotion bordering on saintly, and even the commanding officers - General Pensky and Vladislav, had to admit that this was unseen. Yet, the tide couldn’t be stopped. Victory after Victory fell under the 22nd, and when men fell in the fight, Nikolai moved to have their bodies brought home and buried with full honors. No matter if they were a private or a commissioned officer. The war had nearly killed the man he’d loved, and now, he swore up and down the line that he’d do better.

He vowed it with the blood of his own body, his tears and the soot of his bullets. That whispered vow to Dominik that he’d not leave him alone became a prayer in of itself by his men. For where hellfire reined and shells burst, Nikolai Lantsov was there to be the steadying hand that the chaplains couldn’t even replicate. Even after he became Sturmhond, the rumors and reverence persisted. The fox in rampart - his royal seal, became a rallying cry. A sign of honor and respect, Nikolai vowed to his men that once he was king, he’d make decisive changes for an army so often overlooked.

As the years passed, that reverence and honor brought the First Army fully under his banner. Not even his father would be able to sway them back. That honor, too, would rot like a cancer as the years passed, and with the Sun Summoner becoming part of Nikolai’s household - it seemed that Nikolai was thrice blessed.

It would be up to the Saints to see if that blessing held with what would come to pass.

[bigbumder96]

account introduction thing!!!??

ngl i feel a bit goofy doing this🙁forgive me if this is weird, im used to getting attacked on tiktok for literally nothing (i rarely use tumblr)

general:

name: darcie

age: im a minor😭

gender: girl (she/her :3 )

sexuality: lesbian

from/live in: england unfortunately😣 east london specifically, or essex depending on if u focus on the postcode or the london borough😭 officially its east london tho

interests:

tv shows:

- the inbetweeners

- white gold

- station 19 (still have to catch up on the latest episode lmao

- 9-1-1 (also still have to catch up one episode😭)

- fresh meat

- ted lasso

- heartbreak high (both the old version and the reboot !!! i dont prefer one over the other, although i do tend to post about the 90s one more lmaooo)

- friday night dinner

- this country

- call the midwife

- ackley bridge

- baby reindeer (i wouldnt exactly call it an interest, this show fucking traumatised me, but i watched it like last week😭)

- phoenix rise

- moment of eighteen (a k-drama btw!!)

- move to heaven (also a k-drama!!)

- there she goes

- benidorm

- skins (only gen 2 tho im afraid😞)

- the inBESTigators (dont judge lmfao😭😭😭)

- little lunch (i cant theyre js both such good shows)

- dodo (a cartoon)

- taskmaster (only season eight tho for the icon joe thomas‼️)

- mr bigstuff

- supacell

im currently watching derry girls and jamie johnson atm !!

films:

- the shawshank redemption

- the green mile

- goodbye charlie bright (my absolute fav omg)

- the business

- the football factory (theyre making the sequel to this at my school im so happy i love nick love films😍i didnt see nick love himself tho💔)

- good will hunting

- bohemian rhapsody

- dead mans shoes

- ferris buellers day off

- harry brown

- little miss sunshine

- the inbetweeners movie

- the inbetweeners 2

- white chicks

- the basketball diaries

- mid90s

- spiderman: into the spider-verse

- spiderman: across the spider-verse

music:

- alex g (fav song: too many to put here, but if i had to pick then prolly the whole race, trick, and rules album😭)

- tv girl (fav song: better in the dark, louise, and daughter of a cop)

- the fratellis (fav song: i honestly dk, i havent gotten that much into them yet😣i js listened to one of their albums and played fifa)

- the killers (fav song: read my mind and andy youre a star)

- the smiths (fav song: girl afraid, bigmouth strikes again, and this night has opened my eyes. guys i swr i liked them songs before they got popular im acc rly annoyed at the tiktofication of bigmouth strikes again and this night has opened my eyes😣)

- queen (fav song: spread your wings and long away)

- the stone roses (fav song: i wanna be adored and made of stone. basic i know😣😣)

- the jam (fav song: down in the tube station at midnight, david watts, and man in the corner shop)

- oasis (live forever. icba to type ‘fav song’ anymore😭)

- mac the knife (here to stay)

- mitski (why didnt you stop me, goodbye my danish sweetheart, me and my husband, your best american girl, once more to see you, etcetera…)

extras:

- im into football and i am a big arsenal fan !!!! my fav player is def martin ødegaard, and i may or may not be one of those deluded emile smith-rowe fans who think that hes gonna have a huge comeback and be like he was two seasons ago🤫🤫🤫

(edit: im gonna kms he left arsenal🙁)

i also support england as a country (obviously) plus a tad bit of dagenham amd redbridge, because they are my local ! (before you call me a glory hunter, ive supported arsenal since i was 3 because thats what my mum and grandparents support!!! also its a bit hard to support your local when not all the games are televised and you cant afford a season ticket, not to mention i had no clue who dagenham and redbridge were when i was choosing a football team, because i had no clue how leagues worked and i didnt gaf about football tbh💀)

- i like webtoons! my fav is jacksons diary, our walk home, and crystal city killers😱 (please does anyone have any cute wlw webtoon recs im so desperate)

- in year seven my drama teacher made us watch a play (on the screen, not irl) called slowtime but we didnt get to finish it💔my teacher spoiled the ending but i didnt care and tracked down the rest of that video bcs slowtime is such a good play i love everything abt it😍

- last year i was obsessed with this book series called football academy (written by tom palmer) and it was genuinely so good but there was nobody myp age cuz it was for kids💔i dont rly read them anymore, but the interest is still there if someone by chance has read them please contact me and have a conversation with me about it🙏🙏🙏

- i also have a very obscure interest about london boroughs??? like i dont even know a lot about them, i just love talking about/watching videos about london boroughs... i blame the lb guy on tiktok

i apologise as this was very long, and i probably wont even post that much😭 sorry for the yapping tho🙏🙏🙏

[foodandfolklore]

Santa Claus: Paganism or Commercialism

Probably one of the most recognizable icons of Western Winter holidays is Santa Claus. A plump man in a red coat with long white beard who gives presents to well behaved children on Christmas. But where did this character come from? I'm sure many reading will point out old Saint Nick as the origin. Others will draw comparisons to the Holly King and Green man. And there's at lest a few people convinced the whole thing is just a way to get us to buy more during the holidays.

Creation of Santa Claus is largely credited to Clement Clarke Moore, the Author of The Night Before Christmas. He says he combined traits of Saint Nicholas and his Dutch Handyman for descriptors. He's also the one who gave Santa his flying sleigh and reindeer. But he still called the character Saint Nicholas. The Name Santa Claus is thanks to Dutch immigrants who came to America. They called Saint Nicholas 'Sinterklass' which caught on as Santa Claus.

So who is Saint Nicholas that this Santa Claus is apparently based on? Well according to the stories, during the early Christianization of Rome, there was a man was extreme wealth and generosity named Nicholas. He would see people in need and not hesitate to help, expecting nothing in return. He also had a power to know who was guilty and who was innocent. Nicholas became a Bishop and after death, ascended to be a Saint. He is the patron Saint of Charity and Children.

So now he's got some kick ass Saint powers, and can keep on doing cool stuff. And the stories say he did. He would make more food to have enough to go around. Keep people safe. Heal children who died too soon. People loved this guy! They would celebrate him on December 6th; the day of his supposed passing. Children would leave their shoes outside hoping for a treat from the passing Saint.

Okay so, clearly Santa Claus has Christian Roots. Why do people think he's pagan. Well, for a few centuries, things start to get a little muddled. See, the Romans were like a cultural and religious melting pot. So over the thousand years of Saint Nick doing his thing, Christmas started absorbing aspects of other holidays like Saturnalia and Winter Solstice; even changing the date to better line up with these other events. And if you look at some depictions of art from before the Red suit was standard, Santa can sometimes be seen in greens with holly and mistletoe. So If the only information you have is 'Christmas Celebrations are based on Pagan Traditions' it's not a big mental leap to assume Santa is one of those Pagan Traditions.

But the truth of the matter is we didn't have a visual standard until the past 100 years or so. Saint Nick and Winter gift giving exploded in popularity all over Europe, but after a thousand years, baby Jesus took over. Maybe to put the focus back on him? But that didn't seem to remain popular, so a new, meaner version of Nicholas appeared. And I'm not talking about Krampus. His appearance and mannerisms varied from region to region. He would flog or kidnap disruptive children. It was basically all punishment, no reward. Not very magical.

Then people come to the new World of America. A new life, a new outlook, a new way to raise children. They brought with them their story of Saint Nick, now called Santa Claus, and Started telling stories about how he was sequestered away. Far north in the north pole, a place uninhabitable by normal people. He lives there, making toys with his elves, and flies around the world in a single night delivering toys to all the nice children. I never really thought about it much, but the story of Santa Claus really is a Uniquely American Folk Tale.

One last thing; how did Santa Claus Get his signature look? As I mentioned, the story the Night Before Christmas is What cements Santa as Fat, Jolly, and with a full white beard. But he mentions nothing of the colour of his clothes. Many people think that the red suit is from Coca-Cola ads, as before that he was always dressed in green. While I think it's true the Coca-Cola ads help popularize red as Santa's Color, they were far from the first to choose red. Add to that, if red was not selected, there's no guarantee he would be green. When people started illustrating the story The Night Before Christmas, lots of versions of Santa were made. One where he was in all yellow. Another where he was of short stature and brown. Icey blues. All kinds of ideas. Doing research, it seems Thomas Nast was the one who established the look of Santa. He dressed him in red to complement is rosy red nose, gave his coat white trim, a black belt, and topped it off with the signature Santa Hat.

Now that Santa had a Standard uniform, kids could recognize him instantly. Malls started to set up areas where you could take your kids to see Santa, encouraging you to go to shopping. Products need only draw a Santa on their package and boom, limited seasonal item. Sometimes it feel like Santa Claus was Created just to sell us stuff. But he wasn't. He wasn't even created to guilt us into a faith. He was created to bring a little magic a wonder into the holiday season. Regardless of what holiday you may be celebrating. Santa doesn't care. Santa only cares that if you are kind, that kindness should be rewarded.

[usa-tnews]

Emmys 2024: 'Shōgun,' 'Baby Reindeer' and 'The Bear' dominate. See the full list of winners

Shōgunand Baby Reindeer were the big winners at the 76th Emmy Awards Sunday night. In a surprise twist, Hacks won the prize for Outstanding Comedy Series, but frontrunner The Bear still took home a number of other awards.

Hosted by father-son duo Eugene and Dan Levy at the Peacock Theater in Los Angeles, the ceremony spotlighted groups of television archetypes, like iconic onscreen dads and memorable doctors. It also featured reunions for shows like Happy Days and The West Wing.

Jodie Foster inched closer to EGOT status with her first Emmy win for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie for her role in True Detective: Night Country. It was the second primetime telecast of the year for the Emmys, as the 75th show was postponed from 2023 to January 2024 due to the writers' and actors' strikes.

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Glenn Close Playlist made entirely out of rock and Christmas songs!

Description of why each song was added below the cut

Don't Fear the Reaper: Song Glenn plays when being chased by the grim reaper

Carry on my Wayward Son: Episode title of s1 episode 48, also can be interpreted as Glenns message to Nick after choosing imprisonment

I Fought the Law: Getting arrested by the court, also being replaced by Jodie as Nick's father

Back in Black: Glenn returning with a 12-pack after breaking out of prison

Sweet Child of Mine: Glenn cares about one thing other than himself - Nick. His only remaining family. I know the original song is about the main singer's girlfriend at the time, so could also be interpreted as him mourning Morgan, but the child interpretation makes me actually sob.

Highway to Hell: Glenn's death scene and how his actions throughout the series culminated in the court arc.

My Own Worst Enemy: He sabotages himself so much it's unreal. Especially listening to the trial episodes when the other dads desperately try to get him to stop ruining his own case fjsndn

Jump: Glenn references this while in the battle axe of hatred

Rock and Roll All Nite: 🤘

Shoot to Thrill: Glenn and his iconic gun

Fell in Love with a Girl: Glenn stealing Morgan from Jodie

I Wanna Rock: He wants to rock.

Free Bird: Another song Glenn references in the battle axe of hatred.

Bad Reputation: Glenn doesn't care about his bad reputation.

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid: Glenn's passing on Bill's parenting to Nick, encouraging the same bad habits.

Owner of a Lonely Heart: Glenn dropping the emotional distance he has and processing the loss of his wife and son.

Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer: I remembered that Glenn covered Christmas music and this one is acoustic but fits Glenns vibe/sense of humor.

Jingle Bell Rock - Metal Cover: Jingle Bell Rock but if it was modern rock. Glenn Close Trio definitely did a cover like this.

Wanted Dead or Alive: He's a criminal who broke out of jail, baby! Also Bon Jovi is classic.

Fortunate Son: Glenn grew up with Bill Closes influence and therefore was predisposed to not really having a normal life.

Wake Me Up When September Ends: Glenn doesn't really start to deal with Morgan's death until the end of season 1, matches the songs theme of grief so awful it feels easier to avoid.

Seven Nation Army: Glenn leveling up like a million levels due to the deck of all things.

You Give Love a Bad Name: Either a commentary on Glenns parenting (he loved Nick but neglected him) or Glenn is singing it at Jodie due to jealousy/to prove he was a better father.

Bad to the Bone: Glenns very choatic and is interpreted by the justice system as evil.

I Won't be Home for Christmas: An (anti) Christmas rock song mostly picked for the title and him not being with Nick during the Christmas season. Also the main character goes to jail and can't have a Christmas tree which feels metaphorical.

We Built this City: I imagine it as Glenn wanting Nick to remember him by referencing songs he taught to him when he was young.

Let it Snow: More Christmas rock, done by a trio!

Little Saint Nick: Nick was probably atleast partially named due to the association with Christmas and Saint Nicholas. Also a classic rock Christmas song Glenn would cover, while missing Nick during a tour.

All Star: Another one with Glenn vibes. Also dangers of rock and roll life style.

Holiday/Boulevard Broken Dreams: Glenns outward attitude he presents (Holiday) versus the feelings he's trying to hide (Boulevard of Broken Dreams). Also I hyper fixated on the American Idiot album like a month ago and could go on a whole rant comparing Glenn and Jesus of Suburbia but won't go into that brain rot for the purposes of making this post not super long didndkdk.

Summer of 69': Glenn probably getting into music as a kid due to looking up to his dad, similarly Nick getting into music due to Glenn.

American Idiot: Glenns anti-establishment attitude. Also even if he's not explicitly queer he has something going on. "Your dad's gnc as fuck""You're insane".

Dani California and Californiacation: Glenn being a rock musician in Los Angeles and the history that comes with that (namely the use of drugs and the "rough" life style associated with the rock life style in LA). His own self-destructive tendencies (Californiacation) and his love of Morgan (Dani California).

Run Rudolph Run: Christmas song by classic rock musician!

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home): Glenn and Nick's first Christmas without Morgan.

The Distance: Glenns tendency to try to look flashy, even at the expense of working with the team (ie the scene with Erin).

Say it Ain't So: The cycle of neglect from Bill to Glenn to Nick. The mention of drug use and both Glenn and Nick having to act like they don't care and partially blaming themselves for neglect.

Livin' on a Prayer: Glenn trying to raise Nick by himself after Morgan died unexpectedly.

We're Not Gonna Take It: More anti-establishment. Fight for Your Right: Another classic rock. Also Glenn tending to be irresponsible and prioritize having fun over his responsibilities.

Live Wire: In one of Glenns dad facts, Freddie says that Glenn read the Mötley Crue biography to Nick, but censored all of the inappropriate content, making it very short.

Barracuda: Glenn vibes. E

Enter Sandman: Referenced by Glenn in the podcast. Also the reference of "Never-ever land" and themes about Glenn not having fully grown up by the beginning of season 1.

Big Ride: The song Glenn sings to incite the prison riot.

Folsom Prison Blues: Referenced during the prison riot episode intro.

For Whom the Bell Tolls (in Japanese): Glenn's death scene at the end of the season.

Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer: More classic Christmas song as a rock cover. The energy is very fun. Sidenote: My Spotify recommended songs are filled with Christmas rock songs after making this playlist. I am Jewish . This is a cry for help.

Run, Rudolph, Run: Modern rock take on the classic Chuck Berry Song. Probably what a cover the Glenn Close trio would do would sound like.

The Gambler: Glenn quotes this at the rest of the party. Also Glenn being really good at making plans/making the best of circumstances (Oakvale, prison, making Hell play Christmas music, etc.)

Godzilla: Vibes. Also my dad likes classic rock and always wants me to play this on my school's music request app.

We Wish You a Merry Christmas: Welcoming message from Hell!

Sweet Emotion: Mentioned in one of the last episodes I think. Glenn really just is winging life at this point, so valid of him.

Don't You Forget About Me: Mentioned in one of the last episodes of season 1. Glenn hopes Nick remembers him.

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mmmm phe has some pets :3

My ass was bored today and i did some ✨character development✨ which mainly consisted of giving xem some pets so! That’s what this is! :D

so. This was me contemplating shit originally (i did not in fact have any references for these snakes so most of them i had envisioned. Do Not Exist :,D

don’t take any of the info on the picture above as gospel bcs the names, breeds, etc have completely changed dhjdgddd. last night i mini rabbi hole’d on sneks and actually figured out breeds n allthat

but goddamn that tiger print snake is gender

aaaaaaaand here’s the final-ish designs for the dudes!!

So we’ve got:

Wolf:

Wolf is a red, yellow and black milk snake. She’s named after Wolf Alice, one of Phe’s favourite artists. Also she just thought that naming an animal a completely different animal name was very silly (it was me. I thought that.)

Donny:

Donny’s an albino ball python. His markings are spots rather than the normal splodges (the markings are like the ones on the reference image below). He’s named partially after Donny from Baby Reindeer, partially after xeir uncle and also just because he curls up like a donut.

Cali (not greeny lmao):

Cali’s a smooth green snake (yeah that’s what they’re actually called hdhjvghd) She’s named after both Cali from FunkyFrogBait channel and as a nod to Zerocalcare. It’s 2 funky Netflix shows (tear along the dotted line and this world can’t tear me down) that go very hard and that Phe loves, as they should.

god how i love talking about my oc’s obsessions like i didn’t project all of them onto her :DD

But xey also have a cat! did you forget that?? i don’t blame you if you did bcs i. Didn’t mention him :D

This fucken kibby is called Nikko and is the sweetest little calico you ever did see!! He’s a chubby little fella who will eat. Everything like genuinely he has a problem hdjdhd

please send help /j

Also he’s named after Ashnikko because. Gay Icon. Obviously 🔥🔥