#cheerfully's christmas 2024

[cheerfullycatholic]

I bought a bunch of salt water taffies that I'm freeze drying and I have black mylar bags with holo windows to put them in for Christmas presents and I'm really excited I hope the people who receive them like them c:

[writingforstraykids]

hi author moon 👋🏾

hope your doing well and i wanted to put in a request. Chanlix x fem reader with prompts 65,67 and 75 with fluff please?

also MERRY CHRISTMAS

if you don’t celebrate that, then happy holidays!! ♥️🎄

Hello my dear, I hope you had a lovely holiday season and started well into the new year. I'm sorry I wasn't able to finish this one before Christmas but I really hope you like it😊Thank you for the request💕

We always need you

Pairing: Felix x Chan x fem!reader / Chanlix x fem!reader

Word Count: 981

Summary: After a long week you and Felix decide to convince Chan to take a break and relax for one

Warnings/Tags: fluff

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan wakes up to someone planting tiny, loving kisses all over his face. He makes a soft sound and rolls onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow. “No,” he protests weakly, and can hear you giggle. 

“Morning, love,” you greet him fondly and run your hand through his untamed curls. “Come on, you have to be back at the company in an hour.”

“Don’t want to,” he groans and buries himself deeper into the pillow. “You can’t make me.”

“Maybe not…but Lixie can,” you smirk, and Chan snorts. 

“Yeah, sure, I wanna see that,” he laughs, flinching away when someone hits his arm playfully. 

“I’ll show you,” Felix chimes in, and Chan turns onto his back, squinting his eyes at him. Felix hovers over him with an amused grin, hair hanging into his face as he does. “You look like shit.”

“Good morning to you, my charming baby,” Chan laughs, not even offended, and rubs his face tiredly.

“When did you get back yesterday?” you ask.

“You mean today. When did you get back today?” Felix corrects you with a chuckle, and you fondly roll your eyes at him. 

“I don’t know, three?” Chan shrugs. 

“That means five,” you sigh softly, scolding him more gently than you should. 

“Fine,” Chan sighs right back at you. “I just needed to finish-.” 

Felix shuts him up with a kiss, leaning down and connecting their lips tenderly. “It’s always just one little thing you had to finish; don’t bother,” he laughs, and Chan shoves his chest.

“I demand cuddles,” Chan announces cheerfully and reaches out for you. You let him pull you against his chest and get comfortable, smiling at Felix, who does the same. Your hand finds Felix’s, and you intertwine your fingers on Chan’s stomach. Chan soothingly runs his hands through your hair, smiling as the two of you search his near. “I love you two so much.”

“We love you too, Channie baby,” you answer with a fond smile. “We missed you yesterday.”

“Oh, come on,” he chuckles. “You have each other. What would you need me for?”

“We always need you,” Felix argues gently and cuddles closer. “All we do is talk about how much we miss you when you’re not there when we go to bed.”

“Mhm, we really miss your warm hugs and kisses then,” you agree. 

Chan almost chokes on his chuckle as tears brim his eyes. He didn’t expect you to be so sweet and actually feel like it makes such a difference if he’s there in the evening or not. “Bullshit,” he whispers weakly, but the way your grip on him grows tighter proves him differently. 

“Can you finish off earlier tomorrow?” Felix asks, soothingly rubbing his chest and nuzzling his nose into his neck. “We wanna take you out for dinner.”

“Any special occasion?” he asks surprised. 

“No…we just think you deserve a break,” you tell him, and Chan’s heart is about to burst. 

“Also, in case we haven’t mentioned that, we missed you the past few nights,” Felix giggles. 

“Do you have time? If not, we can reschedule,” you promise, and Chan quickly shakes his head. 

“No, I have time, I always have time for you two. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to show you that in the past few weeks,” he apologizes and hugs you both very tightly. “Dinner sounds amazing.”

-

The next evening, Chan drags himself in ten minutes before your departure. He throws his bag into a corner, kicks his sneakers off, and stifles a yawn as he makes his way into the living room. Chan’s exhausted from the lack of sleep these past few days; his back and neck hurt from sitting at his desk all the time, and his body screams for a break after that extra lesson with Min today. He had been anxious to mess up the new choreo, and Minho was glad to help him out, but they were both exhausted after. Chan forces a smile onto his lips, pretending to be so thrilled about their public dinner tonight. He frowns, seeing Felix and you still on the sofa in casual clothes and tilts his head at you. “Uh…I thought we leave in ten minutes?”

You flash him a smile and shake your head. “Lix told me how tired you were when he stopped by,” you tell him, and Chan’s frown deepens. 

“We decided to go out another time. What you need tonight are cuddles, your favorite meal, and a long, warm bath,” Felix adds with a gentle smile. 

“But…what about dinner?” Chan asks, sitting down heavily between the two of you as you pull him down. “You two were so excited.”

“You being home and able to relax is worth so much more,” you promise, and Felix hums agreeingly. 

“And when did you ever say no to cuddles and a nice night in?” Felix giggles.

Chan looks at the two of you stunned, and can’t fight the tears brimming his eyes. “You’re so cute,” he breathes out, and before he knows it, the two of you wrap him in a loving, warm hug. He sniffles softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed, and smiles as neither of you questions it. “I love you so much.”

“We love you too, babe,” Felix assures him and kisses his cheek. “Now try and relax a little, and let us handle the rest, okay? No thinking for others tonight, just let us spoil you.”

“Okay,” he chuckles softly and wipes his cheeks as you pull back from him, laughing at himself. Only then does he notice what both Lix and you are wearing. “Are those my shirts?”

“They’re plain black. Take a wild guess, Channie love,” Felix snorts. 

“I still get confused sometimes when I open your closet and stare right into the void,” you add, laughing as Chan makes a soft protesting sound and lovingly pinches your side. 

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Todays rip: 09/02/2024

Joke-Explainer™ 7000 Fusion Collab

Season 8 No Album Release (Read More) Magolor's Shoppe - Team Kirby Clash Deluxe

Ripped by Bruh de la Boi, ChickenSuitGuy, circunflexo, Cosmic199X, Edgi, Ellie53, Jiko Music, Memmy, Pan Visuals by BobTheTacocat

Look alive, everyone - Season 8 of SiIvaGunner has now officially premiered!

It may be a bit rich to say as someone running this blog, and with such deep investment into the channel, but...Season 7 really did bring me back into SiIvaGunner in a way I never quite thought would be possible. I'd sort of just accepted with Season 4, Season 5 and Season 6 that the channel had found a new direction: one that I was still VERY much a fan of, yet not quite the one that had "sold" me on the channel the same way Season 1, Season 2 and Season 3 did. I felt as if I was missing that energy of just...sheer visceral excitement for the future of the channel as a whole from the later-year seasons. There was instead a lot of per-event excitement, tons of little events to enjoy and still fun to be had in speculation of what could happen next, yet that aforementioned optimism still felt like it...missing, for a long time. And funny enough - last I discussed that feeling in particular was with Patched Plains Fusion Collab, a rip that Joke-Explainer™ 7000 Fusion Collab very much seems to be intentionally aiming to evoke.

Part of the reason that Patched Plains Fusion Collab works so well for me, and indeed why Season 2 has long sat as my favorite in the channel's life, is that feeling of raw forward momentum it conveys - the excitement of the entire fanbase thankful that SiIvaGunner hadn't actually ended, distilled into an anthem of so many different styles cheerfully pushing us forward. It was that sort of progress that, back when they were airing, I felt was sort of absent from Seasons 4/5/6 - the SiIvaGunner AI was still running things, Wood Man was still off effectively doing sidequests, and though the rips had obviously gotten better the cynical side of me couldn't help but feel a bit sad at how - for a lack of a better word - "predictable" it all felt. And to be crystal clear: A lot of those feelings have obviously changed for the better over the years. I love all of SiIvaGunner's Seasons nowadays, and I realized eventually that the prior-mentioned cynicism toward the new direction wasn't as fun as just, appreciating and LOVING the stuff to come out from the new seasons for the excellence that they were. And funny enough, I feel like that exact mindset is exactly what made Season 7 work so well for me.

Wheras Season 2 is one I remember for its feeling of constantly moving things forward at a rocket-speed pace, Season 7 excels by doing the complete opposite - the Year of Grand Dad is, at almost every possible turn, defined by its sense of self-celebration, a sort of "Sonic Generations"-type of tribute to the entire channel's life. Be it with RIP² as covered in SING A SONG ABOUT HOPES AND DREAMS, the entire incredible April Fools event I've alluded to within Violet Snow Memories, a newfound sense of chaos clearly inspired by Season 1 as shown in Hidden Headtoilets (skibidi toree 2) - yet with Seasons 4/5/6s newfound touch for genuine quality arrangements as found in rips like Forest of Tears. And, atop it all, the long-awaited continuation of the storyline last progressed back in Season 2 with the Christmas Comeback Crisis' eleventh episode. With such an incredible smörgåsbord of content on offer, it feels damn near impossible for me not to consider Season 7 my all-time new favorite.

And that optimism for the Season, that optimism for the future, is why Joke-Explainer™ 7000 Fusion Collab struck such a chord with me, with its release just a few days ago. With Season 7's ending, the status quo of the channel has been fundamentally altered in a way it hasn't truly been in a long while. For the first time ever, the long-present side character "Joke-Explainer™ 7000" is in full charge of the channel - her most prominent role ever despite having been around since all the way back in Season 1. I'll likely be dedicating another Season 8 post in the future to talking about her in particular with the same level of detail I did back in Vote Responsibly!!, but the context I'll provide for now is that her theme song, Magolor's Shoppe, has been a familiar, comforting tune to many a SiIvaGunner viewer since way back in Season 2. To see Patched Plains Fusion Collab not only get a spiritual successor, but one building upon a character and theme we've long grown attached to, means something so much to me and so many others. The added visuals, of her doing her duty with adorable Kirby-themed artwork as textboxes, are truly the cherry on top of an amazing collab.

From referencing the very beginnings of the channel with an initial arrangement using Pokémon Ruby, to using familiar-yet-infrequent sources such as Thwomp Volcano and Snail's House (jokes "worth explaining", so to speak!), to perhaps even hinting at what jokes are to become even more frequent in Season 8, such as the GOAT of all new jokes I Show Meat - I was long anticipating what the official premiere of Season 8 would be, and Joke-Explainer™ 7000 Fusion Collab was everything I never knew I wanted. My excitement for Season 8 is perhaps higher than for any other Season in the channel's long history, and I can't wait to get to share that excitement with all of you.

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Higurashi Month 2024, Day 20: Jolly

Higurashi Month prompts archive: AO3 

"Have a holly, jolly Christmas; it's the best time of the year," Mion sang along to the schmaltzy English music piping through the busted-up old speaker set Rena had won at last Watanagashi's auction. She was currently on a ladder, fastening a glittering gold strand of tinsel in a swath across the classroom. "I don't know, if there'll be snow; but have a cup of cheer."

"Mew, there will definitely be snow," Rika chirped as she surfaced from a cardboard box, her arms filled with more tinsel in trembling gold and silver points. True to her words, the drifts outside were piled so high that the bottom few inches of the windows were under the snowline.

"Well, maybe they sing this where it's more of a toss-up," Mion replied, climbing down the ladder a few steps to receive her next garland. "Like Great Britain, or somewhere."

"Have a holly, jolly Christmas," the speakers continued cheerfully. "And when you walk down the street, say hello, to friends you know-"

"I still think we should've put on a pageant," Rena pouted as she and Keiichi worked to hang ornaments –both glass and otherwise– on the tree.

"You just wanted to see Hanyuu in a sparkly white robe," he said, scoffing and rolling his eyes as he hung a reflective red ball.

"Hau, hauhau…" Hanyuu whimpered fretfully, seeing the glint in Rena's eyes from where she was arranging cottonball fake snow around the Christmas village they'd made atop some conjoined desks.

"Oooooh-ho, the mistletoe~!" Shion sang in chiming tones, slamming the door open with a plastic shopping back full of greenery dangling from her other hand.

"-hung where you can see. Some-body waits for you; kiss her once for me-"

"You got the goods?" Satoko asked, perking up from where she was weaving evergreen boughs together.

"She's got good timing, that's for damn sure," Mion said, shuffling the ladder a few meters to the side and starting to climb again.

Shion grinned and flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder.

"I have indeed got the special, sent-away-for, real-life mistletoe plant bunches. And my timing was merely a fortuitous coincidence from one favored by Christmas," she replied smugly, making the others let out a plethora of irritated groans.

"Just because you used to go to a Catholic school, sis-"

"It's not favoritism if she just knows more about it-"

"Keiichi-kun lived in Tokyo! If anyone's favored, it's him."

"Yeah, I've seen the commercialized stuff! That's where the real spirit of the holiday is!"

"-oh by golly have a holly, jolly Christmas, this year!"

[blue-opossum]

Christmas Shopping with Endless Money

        Christmas Shopping with Endless Money

        Thursday morning, 11 April 2024

        In this dream, I go Christmas shopping for family members. I atypically recall most of my current real-world status other than the date.

        I am uncertain about money at first. Zsuzsanna tells me to use my credit card. However, my dreaming mode changes - and I enter the stage where I summon what I want.

        Part of the influence comes from a vivid somatosensory response (tactility and tangibility). I summon two large stacks of Australian fifty-dollar notes. I am vaguely annoyed that I cannot fit all the money into my wallet, so I carry it around with both hands for a few minutes. I hold the wads of cash in front of me.

        The curious attribute of this type of dream is that despite the regular potential for creating endless money, I sometimes have an unusual concern about cashiers looking at it more closely and realizing it is "fake." Even at the highest level of dream content creation, there is sometimes a lack of logic in my response. (Certainly, the money is "fake," but so are the cashiers. Everything builds on my imagination.) Even so, this focus typically changes where I am no longer concerned.

        I am thinking about buying my oldest daughter a necklace. At another point, I want to buy my youngest son the best LEGO kit available. I walk into an unknown store. I see a LEGO kit that looks like the planet Saturn atop a building. The ring is transparent plastic. Small figures and cars are near it. It may be a fancy car park.

        Unusual proto-cognizant staging follows this scene. An unknown chubby man (remaining on my right) cheerfully starts talking about LEGO. He wants to contact me at a later date. He wants my phone number, but I do not recall it. He gives me his phone number and address, including the city, but it is gibberish. Even so, I consider I do not have a way to write it down.

        After he leaves, another man starts talking to me as we walk from the area. I cannot understand him much, either, regarding the city's name. He seems unsure of what the other man said.

        Clarity in proto-cognizant states varies by extremes. It depends on my dream. Sometimes, the wording of something is vivid and clear, though in other modes, I cannot discern what a person is saying, regardless of how often they repeat it. It is similar to reading text, which also varies.