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[ereturngifts]

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[aennasan]

Soap forgetting to buy you a Christmas present and so during opening the presents, he asked you to close your eyes and wait for his "gift".

Turns out his gift was just him wearing nothing but a red bow.

The surprise would have worked if you didn't laugh and asked him again, "Seriously, Soap, where is my gift?". After all, you went to a lot of trouble finding his.

Let's just say someone slept on the couch throughout the night. Bothering 141 through a video call on how to make it up to you before you wake up.

[neroushalvaus]

Girl help I have a fix-it in my head for My Shows, La Promesa, also known as Spanish Downton Abbey, a show famously only watched by middle-aged Finnish women

[mylittleredgirl]

i got self-conscious about the last m*a*s*h update post having so many bullet points SO the answer is clearly to post more often so i can be self-conscious about that instead

"the consultant" has three of my favorite things this show has to offer: competence, trapper's naked (wet!) chest, and hot lips fawning over Some Guy in front of frank

i'm really enjoying frank lately! larry linville must be the single most charming dude in real life for frank to be sooo insufferable in every single way the writers can come up with, while also being so likable to watch

"house arrest"!!! i laughed out loud so many times

i was so surprised that hawkeye actually punched frank that i went back to rewatch the setup, and that whole scene is GOLD

hawkeye genuinely deserving a smackdown, margaret begging frank to pick up a clue, trapper and hawkeye gleefully watching them argue (please tell me someone has giffed them snuggling at the sink), the ceremonial passing of towels, the surprise punch... top shelf

every combination of m*a*s*h characters is funny, but the scenes with just the four squabbling kids are on a level of their own

also in top form in this episode: Beleaguered Dad Henry

something about how every single one of them is pathetic but each in their own special way 💕

by the end of the episode margaret really deserves to throw a punch or two of her own, so she probably should have just punched hawkeye herself in the opener. imagine the reactions to THAT

i want to point out that it's a real shame that some of the dvds don't play because this box set is so lovingly put together!!

every episode has a title card with a carefully chosen screencap and and unique themed graphics for the play options, it's really a work of love

which i bring up now and then took a photo of my tv because LOOK AT THIS

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE BUT I ALREADY LOVE IT

[minglana]

not my birthday but its my saint and im almost crying.... my mom left me some gifts at home so i opened it up kinda excited and turns out its all clothes and i dont like any of them. and im sad bc gifts are just one of the ways im reminded that my parents dont know me AT ALL

like she couldve gifted me something knitting related (i mentioned something to her last week abt knitting stuff. trying to drop a hint).

but if i actually shared my (other) interests with them (which are very few: some video games. aragonese. music perhaps) i would never hear the end of it. she would always be going on about how its taking up my time and i need to concentrate on xyz instead. and she wouldnt take them seriously like its happened since i was a teen

so she gives me clothes. i already have more than enough clothes. i do not want any more clothes. but she still gifts me clothes. and i dont wanna sound ungrateful telling her that i dont like any of the clothes but the fact is it still shows my mom doesnt know me!!!! if she actually knew how i wanted to dress i would never hear the end of homophobic slurs!!!! she already says i look like a dyke (extremely derogatory). and i dont even dress as masculinely as id like!!!!!!!

so at the end of the day its just fucked up how me not being out of the closet and how closed off i am ends up affecting even the gifts i get. and its not even christmas and im not looking forward to the gifts then or for my bday. its gonna be hell!!!!! not more clothes GODDDDD

[starryeyed-seer]

Fallen london involves collecting a full menagerie so it's very hard for me to not decide my OCs have animal companions.

Grietje has a messenger bat named Malachai— he has tremendous anxiety and takes triple the time to carry messages as he takes any route possible to avoid confrontation. (He gets bullied </3) He's actually a white zee bat Enoch gave her, and feels some calling East... but is just too afraid of the zee to seek it.

Grietje also knows Miserywhiskers. It is a stray cat who has adopted Grietje (It denies affection entirely but keeps coming back). Misery is old and scungy and doesn't get on with other cats (or anyone) but insists on curling up on Grietje's lap and purrs in its sleep.

Enoch does not like animals, except he does. He finds keeping a pet quite contrary to his lifestyle of hedonism/zee death. But one day there was a mutt found on his docked ship, sleeping by weaponry... who he named Gunner. Gunner loves zailing, though Enoch does not fail further than the cost when he's on board. He adores his dog soooo much but is also like "I must not show weakness or it will be used against me" and hides this.

[kaerinio]

so, my partner's birthday is coming up in like a month, and he's a nerd (affectionate bc i'm a nerd too like y'all know me !!!). i've been trying to find the perfect thing to get him, and literally, as if my perfect gift vibes radiated out to the ether . . . this gadget that's been sold out for months was re-stocked this morning. the best way to describe it is that it can be programmed and customized, and a lot of people use it to play old games from various consoles! now, my partner isn't one to like keep up with things like this! he doesn't get any marketing emails or anything either . . . so i thought i was gonna be able to just slip onto the website this morning, order this thing in his favorite color, then surprise him on his birthday.

tell me why... while i'm in a meeting and dropping this thing into my virtual shopping cart, he peeks his head into the room?? i scrambled to shut my mac, and i thought i was in the clear . . . but this man's gonna go and text me: 'i have the same thing in my cart in the exact same color! :)' and i had to fess up to the birthday surprise. 😭 he is very touched and excited, but wah!

[thinkpink212]

Spending a bag on my friend who just had a baby is really for me and my rich auntie delusions and gift giving love language tendencies. And I’ll do it again! Any friend having a baby? Tell me the color scheme and imma SPRINT to the newborn section 🤭

[ereturngifts]

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[forever-eternal]

👍 question numbero dos (number two)

Would they have a planned field trip for their now 5-8 year old children

Multiple.

The Beach, Aquariums, Parks, Museums— everything that will appeal to their children, and keep them entertained.

So many gift shops will be going out of business this day.

[nordic-language-love]

I asked for kobo vouchers for my birthday/Christmas fully expecting my brother and mum to maybe send me like £15 each... they sent me a combined total of £90 just for my birthday o_o

[resolutepath]

Tranquility permeates the air in this languid, idyllic landscape, the soft sounds of what little life remains awake upon the reef travelling like whispers through alleyways, filtering into the air in silence. The stars glisten off the waters in a Child's Moonlight Dream, the veranda awash with their ethereal, subtle light. Now even the gravekeeper sleeps, a strange concept in a dream, but when that dream has become your life what else do you do but return home when the working hours are done.

Starlight dances off the stained glass canopy that shields the once great Father of Penacony, The Watchmaker, the once Nameless - Mikhail Char Legwork. His legacy unveiled he slumbers in permanent ease, resting for his work is done. Around him nothing moves, as still as the figure who once created the Penaconian Dream, marking his passing with a silent vigil.

In his hands the azure orb flickers, light dancing off its surface, then settles into the soothing repose. Then a white-gloved hand slips from it's surface casting ripples like waves, swirling its colours in a myriad of glitter and galaxies, so very alive from the muted glow it had previously held. Slowly, ever so slowly, the form emerges, curled up and cautious at first but eventually throwing oneself out into a crumpled heap upon the floor, a soft groan breaking the lingering silence.

Tentatively the form rises, gloves brushing dust off the crisp uniform as blue locks shake with a twist of the head. Purple hues with the world locked inside them open and for the first time in a long time, Misha breathes a fresh breath and turns to the world his former self helped create. A smile slips onto his face as he laughs at his predecessor's genius, taking inspiration from the tales of the Nameless' friend, the Vidyadhara fellow and their hatching rebirth to give him a chance. To let Misha have a life that was not born to die.

"Thank you..." he breathes into the ear of the man at rest, one glove resting on his shoulder before he turns away, attention instead caught on the statue of the faithful hound, even now ever watching over him, his loyal companion, his confidant for this life and the last. He draws close and rests his forehead against the cool statue, smiling as lids descend over eyes, arms wrapping around the dog's body just for a brief embrace. It's a comfort, an indulgence just for him.

Three ticks he allows then unfurls himself, instead coming to rest on the wall, following the hound's field of vision, leaning in as if whispering to an old friend. "I think this makes me have the winning move, don't you think..." he murmurs, thinking of all the games that Gallagher taught him, the cards they played and hands they dealt. He wonders still if there will be another hand to play yet, but he won't force it. For now, he intends to keep the circle small as he wanders the Dreamscape, breathing in the atmosphere. Every few days he must return, he can feel the pull to that dream bedroom that beckons him home, but it is a fair price.

"Where do you think, old friend? Perhaps the bar first... should you ever return... your first drink is on me." Gone is the stammer as he speaks, now Misha and Mikhael all the same, but free to make his own choices for this life until the memoria wears thin. He does not mind, glad that this time his life is not a duty but his own choice to make even if he is to wander like a ghost. There is always the chance old friends reappear and there is always a certain barkeeper who makes for good company, the statues of old friend and the one with the angelic voice.

He'll make do, he always has done, and in this there will be no difference. A smile lights his face as he turns to begin his journey, glad that in death, he has simply found the next big adventure, and wonders what the road ahead will bring.

[ladiablesse]

these r the kind of men that end up shooting themselves in the head bc of male loneliness or whatever and i can’t say that i feel bad!! just don’t take any of the women or children in your life out with you whenever you decide to do the deed is all i can ask

[bi-leth-eisner]

tbh i did not expect that characters would react differently in any single way on their birthdays

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Emily's kick seemed to really do the trick, as Nicholas let go of Randall's neck and rolled off of him in a daze, while Randall himself coughed and gasped for air, rubbing his sore throat while Nicholas groaned, seeming dazed as he struggled to his feet, legs wobbly as he did. He made a feeble attempt at rushing one of them (given how unfocused his gaze was, it was near-impossible to know who), but in doing so, he earned a punch across the jaw from Elizabeth, causing him to stumble back, swaying on his feet as Randall, having recovered, got to his feet, eyes dark with anger.

In that moment, he remembered. He remembered it all-searing pain across his throat, Emily's terrified screams as his disembodied head gushing blood soared through the air, landing in a lonely hatbox. It filled his stomach with acid, set his blood ablaze, filled him with a righteous anger that made his vision turn red, and his hands ball into fists.

Honestly, he could've killed Nicholas where he stood-he very easily could've made him feel everything he made him and Emily feel, that lifetime ago. But to stoop to his level...that sickened him, and so, as the coup de grace, Randall socked Nicholas clean in the nose, finally knocking the lout out flat on the ground. He lived, only knocked out cold by this finishing punch.

"What should we do with him?" Mrs. Henshaw asked, tempting to give him a kick in the side for good measure, but Beau, as he checked on everyone, replied with a shrug, "I say we leave him here, to be quite honest. By the time he comes around, we'll be long gone, and if he tries to tattle on our little plan, well...who's going to believe him? To the ears of everyone in New Orleans, it'll sound like Mr. Pennyworth was bitter that Dorian upstaged him, upset that he didn't get to have Emily's hand, and is trying to drag him through the mud out of spite, and with an outlandish-sounding story to boot. He'll be ostracized, and I believe, to him, that'll be a fate worse than death."

There was a murmur of agreements at this, as Dorian wrapped a loving arm around Elizabeth's waist, pulling her close to him, while Randall embraced Emily, burying his face in her shoulder, so grateful that she was alright. His eyes were damp with tears as memories filled his mind, good and bad, and he swallowed hard as he closed his eyes.

Thank you, he thought to himself, to no one in particular-perhaps a guardian angel, if they happened to be smiling upon him (which he certainly felt they were). Thank you for this second chance-thank you for our life!

[inkz123]

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