#chris kringle

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Santa Poll

Chris Kringle propaganda

Hogfather propaganda

[ricky-mortis]

It would be terrific is what it would be

Kim Whalen Kris Kringle. I think it would be funny.

[visualcamper]

Family Fun at Guthrie Green: Jolly Town Events

[dimthedimwit]

chris pringle = kris kringle

ok so i got into an argument with my mom last night cuz i saw this dudes name and bust out laughing shes like “whats so so funny” i tell her “chris pringle sounds like kris kringle” (not word for word i kept laughing and starting my sentences over) she disagrees and is like “but thats not his name” so then later i send an image i took of the tv to my friend and call him. BEFORE I CAN EVEN ASK HIM IF IT REMINDS HIM OF ANYTHING HE BLURTS OUT “ITS SANTA” AND IM LIKE “I KNOW” and so i gloat to my mom about it and i talk to my friend some more and we get to talking about the norad santa tracker. he asks me to call the number listed on the site cause idk why and so i have to hang up to do that. it lists the number as 1 (877) HI-NORAD so i dial the letters like on a landline cuz i learned how that works recently cause of unrelated grandma stuff anyway so i accidentally call some random ass health organization and they start off by saying they have a special promotion going on and if im over 50 press 1 and if not press 2 im sittin there thinking “jeez is norad trying to catch weirdos or something what the heck” and press 2. THEN SOME RANDOM LADY PICKS AND IS LIKE “hi this blahblah with blehblehbleh health organization how can i help you” and im dead silent for two and a half seconds, regain my composure, and say “i thought this was the norad santa phone number.” after that i just realized i could tap the number on the site. so thanks Chris Pringle for causing the most embarrassing phone call of my life!

[keysmashing-bees]

So since Mariah!Ethan is a thing....

Hear me out. Mariah as Chris Kringle.

[followingthefanfiction]

how do I consume a fanfiction, I need this entire thing put in my brain I want it tattooed on my skin I need this like oxygen I need to inhale it I need to eat it I’m going insane

Santa Claus Is Going To High School With Ethan and Y/n

Fandoms: StarKid, Black Friday, Santa Claus Is Going To High School

Pairings: Ethan Green x Reader, Chris Kringle x Reader

Summary: In the beginning, you were just a loner in high school who had a huge crush on one Ethan Green. You’re a big fan of escapism, and a certain kids movie brings you lots of serotonin. The teenage version of Santa Claus is more attractive than one might think. What happens when you and Ethan get sucked into the kids movie you’ve grown to love, and Chris Kringle starts vying for your attention? Will Ethan actually get jealous?

Warnings: This is long, cursing, speaking of cursed, I AM SO SORRY I MADE THIS

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[ashtxeman]

IT'S DECEMBER EVERYONE. TIME TO SPREAD THAT CHRISTMAS CHEER AND ROCK THAT NORTHVILLE SPIRIT. PASS CHRIS KRINGLE THE BALL. 'TIS THE SEASON OF ROCK AND ROLLIN'.

[1-800-local-slut]

Mr. and Mrs. Klaus (Fluffmas Day 1)

Fluffmas day one! I know this is late chat but I'm gonna get caught up I swear, things have just been really really hectic lately for me and I'm trying to my best to even keep my head above water. I got a sinus infection from Hell the other day as well so I'm also attempting to recover from that. Anyways I hope you all enjoy, likes and comments are really appreciated!

Warnings: none, slight angst if you squint about JJ's childhood. I can't write anything without a touch of angst, okay? But otherwise just pure fluff!

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Pouges didn’t have much. It was no secret. It was a fact of life. And childhood on the Cut was…interesting. It was interesting because you grow up to be a really fun teenager with some mild to severe adjustment issues. But childhood? Childhood bit it hard. You remember, while the kooks would leave for the winter. Going skiing, leaving half the island empty, watching your parents struggle to decide between paying for light or your Christmas gifts. 

You remember watching your mom and dad screaming at each other, your mom bought you something amazing for you and your dad flipped his shit over it. You, the oldest of four kids, cooked dinner with whatever it is you have in the fridge, while your mom and dad worked. Or maybe you and your parent got into a fight because it was just the two of you. And your dad was a drunk piece of shit.

But there was one thing all Pouge kids remember: the Community Christmas. When some guy got paid six dollars an hour or got paid in a six pack, to sit there with a bunch of Pogue kids. They would tell him what they wanted for Christmas, maybe for their mom or dad to come home. For their parents to stop fighting, for it to stop being so cold in the winter. 

It was the small moment of peace and joy all children got. "Santa" usually did a pretty good job. He would give you candy canes, pats on the head, assure you that you were a good kid, and he was always looking out for you. That no matter where you go or what you do, Santa was there for you with the best hot chocolate you’d ever get. And then you walked home with your parents afterwards, star struck that Santa even came to this shitty little side of the island, you thought Santa was only for Kooks.

Until a few years ago. A few years ago, when you took your little sister to see Chris Kringle. It was Scooter Grub, always an odd fellow, but either way things got even worse when the children saw him. And immediately began crying because he looked like a jaundice rat. And then they all started crying, and the event was abruptly canceled. That brings us to now.

It was getting chilly, and your youngest sister was getting antsy. The way all children do around Christmas time. 

You picked her up from school? 'What color car does Santa drive?'

You and JJ took her to get some ice cream with the last six dollars in your pockets? ‘Does Santa like ice cream?’

JJ was in your room without his shirt on? ‘Why isn’t JJ fat like Santa?’

You put a red shirt on her? ‘Why is red Santa’s favorite color?’

You and your mom went to the grocery story? ‘Did you get the cookie ingredients?’

But since Scooter Grub, then the emergence of COVID, then a myriad of storms that wrecked your island continuously, you could see that little innocence that all kids have, that adoration of Christmas was beginning to fade. Just a little bit. 

It was all over The Cut. You see it, when kids don’t even run home from school anymore, they just vape in the parking lot or ride aimlessly around town. The truth is, the reason why so many kids didn’t realize how shit like on The Cut was, was because the adults did everything to make it better. They gave you their last twenty dollars for you and your friends to go get a snack, they gave you hand me downs so frequently and you didn’t even realize they were hand me downs so to you, you had an abundance of clothes. And lately the adults just haven’t been doing it.

So maybe it was time for someone else to step in. 

It was a usual afternoon for you and JJ. Having a smoke session, laying on each other while your bodies felt alive but calm. Your legs slightly twitched with each passing moment and JJ was letting out slow exhales. As you both sat silently, just letting random music play from your CD player. His abs felt like laying on a water bottle, the solid lines and bumps over his skin, combined with the smell of sea salt after you two went surfing in the cold ocean. Something about being high and damp, while the heat from your heater warmed your room up slowly, was just so relaxing. Relaxing enough that you thought you imagined the doorbell ringing. 

Until it rung again. You heard your dogs barking from the living room, clearly alerted by the arrival of a stranger and you lifted yourself up from on top of JJ. Your mouth felt dry no matter how much water you were drinking, and JJ rubbed his eyes slowly. The breeze touched every part of your skin. Except there was no breeze, you were just moving and could feel everything. 

Opening the door, you saw a woman. She was about twenty-four, hair pulled back in a ginger ponytail and wearing a light blue sweater and sweatpants. It was cold out but the type of cold that delighted you two from every part of your body.

“Hi! I’m looking for Natalia and Dane, are they home?” You blinked, slowly, your addled brain processed. Those were your parents. Okay. No, they were not home.

“No…sorry. What do you want?” JJ was now behind you, fidgeting with your bikini straps and you allowed him too.

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Now you were here. Wearing a Mrs. Klaus costume, while JJ tried to keep the stuffing under his shirt together to make him look fat. The rest of the Pouges were laughing, taking pictures, before they wandered off to explore the rest of the little Christmas festival that had been set up. You just had to stop being so agreeable while on drugs. 

Children came up one by one, their parents slightly apprehensive. It had been a few years since Santa came to visit, but the last memory wasn’t good. But in comparison, JJ’s handsome face wasn’t going to be scaring any children away. 

That woman was trying to revive some of the community resources on The Cut, before their funding got cut. She took one look at you and JJ, then promptly decided that you two were her perfect Mr. and Mrs. Klaus. 

So here you were with JJ. JJ who had a little boy on his lap with a seemingly endless list of questions, and a little girl who was standing in front of you. Staring up with wide eyes scanning your costume looking for anything that indicated that you weren’t the real Mrs. Klaus. JJ was now lifting the little boy off his lap, handing him back to his father and shooting you a look that said, ‘holy shit could he talk’. 

A soft tug grabbed your attention as the little girl pulled your dress around the soft white fluffy lining. Her nose was running, and her locs were pulled into two pig tails. Where was a tissue when you needed one?

A charming smile made its way to your lips, and you put on your friendliest voice.

“Yes honey?” 

Her gloved little hands motioned for you to come in closer and you squatted down to her eye level.

“I know your secret.” She whispered softly in your ear. The next child was sat on JJ now, asking him for a box of condoms and JJ was stunned into silence trying to figure out the best course of action. 

“What’s that dear?” You smiled wider. This kid thinks she knows your secret? Which secret? You had a ton, including but not limited to that time you and JJ went skinny dipping in some random Kook’s pool.

“You aren’t the real Mr. and Mrs. Klaus. I know you just tell them about us, so I wanna talk to you and Santa.” 

Smart kid. But it was your job to grant the wishes of children. The line was slowing down, while happy families mingled about. JJ was sternly telling the boy he was too young to need condoms in the fourth grade, no matter what his older brother tried to teach him about getting girls.

“I don’t care what he told you, you are too young for that. You and your girlfriend can stick to holding hands and maybe a kiss on the cheek.” The little boy pouted, and JJ took him off his lap. The little boy kicked the fake snow that was powdered around you two. Usually, he wouldn’t give such a stern lecture but you two know that little boy.

You two agreed to watch him and his brother a handful of times when his parents had something to attend too, and his hippie parents paid you two in different ways. Like beer, cheap jewelry that you two just loved, weed, dinner with the family once they arrived home. JJ was never really asked to babysit without you though, and when he did babysit with you, he took on the role of enforcing the rules you set for the kids.

If he was it was, ‘hey JJ, can you watch Billy and Jamie while I run to the grocery store? I’ll be back in 30 minutes and don’t need CPS all over my ass for child abandonment again. I’d take them with me, but they always shoplift from the grocery store, and I can’t keep flirting with that manager or he’ll try to slip it in me.’ JJ was who you leave your kid with so you can say there’s someone over the age of thirteen there with them, or someone who could answer the door when the cops showed up while you were out. Overall, JJ knew he’d certainly have to give Mr. and Ms. Crawford a phone call about their kids' afterschool activities.

“And what Mrs. Klaus and I do is grown up business!” He called as the kid walked off while flipping him off, JJ's distinguishable accent slipping through. You leaned over, tapping his shoulder over the decorative red painted ropes that were lined around the side of you two.

“Mr. Klaus, this little lady has something she wants to tell us.” He turned, eyes scanning the two of you. Then he let out a jolly laugh and ushered you two over to his side, ignoring the parent and child who noticed the line momentarily empty and were making their way over.

You lifted her up, over the rope and into JJ’s gentle hands. It was weird seeing him wear gloves, but he was oddly enjoying this. Or at least seemed to be. Skipping over the rope, you came to his side naturally. It was just where you were destined to be. 

“What can we help you with?” He asked, while she fidgeted with the cotton of his sleeves. She ushered you both closer, and he quizzically glanced into your dark eyes. You gave a shrug in response.

“Please tell Santa all I want for Christmas is my mom to come home safe so I can spend Christmas with her instead of my dad and Samantha. And for my dad to break up with Samantha because she makes brussels sprouts, and it smells really gross.” She whispered, with a little voice. 

You did know this little girl. Poor thing, her parents divorced two years ago, and her mom recently left for basic training. She didn’t even know pretty soon she wouldn’t be on the OBX. It wasn’t easy, but the way she explained it to your mom was that the money she’s going to get from being in active duty she could pay for her daughter to finally live a better life. She’d get her wish soon; every Christmas would be with her mom once she got her first deployment and they up and left. Her dad didn’t even put up a fight for custody, the way he explained it to your dad he knew his ex-wife could do better by her. He certainly wasn’t doing right by her by hooking up with Samantha ‘Crabshack’ Ramekin. Real bitch but whatever. You’d probably never see her again after this winter. 

You sucked in a shivery breath and let out a shaky exhale. JJ clasped your hand that was resting on the arm rest of his chair. Hearing about things like this were always tough on you.

“We’ll let him know. Here,” He handed the little girl a peppermint,

“Merry Christmas ma’am.”

And the peppermint was like gold to her. She beamed, letting out a thank you that revealed that she was missing her front two teeth. Then she slid off ‘Santas’ lap, then she shoved the peppermint into her pocket along with her hands and scampered off. JJ gave you a little squeeze, and you found it in you to swallow the lump in your throat. The next kid had wandered up and was bouncing in excitement. This would be a jumper. Like the ones who jumped into JJ’s lap with their full weight.

His mother came up with a camera and asked you both for a picture. You smiled, placing a hand on JJ’s shoulder and tilting your head while JJ willed the child to hold still on his lap and maybe stop elbowing him in the stomach. And the smile of that little boy when his mom showed him the picture made all this worth it.

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JJ stepped into your room while you counted the money you two got from the day. $104 dollars. Eighty dollars in tips. $184 dollars in total, to be split between the two of you. JJ got 60% because bills need to be paid, you got 40% because you needed to buy new hair supplies to redo your little sisters hair for Christmas.

“How’s it looking, are we short?” JJ asked, while he dropped his towel. Normally you’d drool over his chiseled ass, but instead you began sorting out your cuts and punching numbers into your calculator. Money makes the world go round and it moved you and JJ as well. He pulled on his boxers and a pair of pajama shorts, watching you scribble something down in your notepad.

He loved your little habit of keeping track of all your little side hustles, and the pages you had with the work you two had done together. You wasted no time in writing down the money you two were owed, and making sure you got what you were owed anymore. Not since an incident last November. JJ still remembers how much work it was for you two to go beat that guy up. Especially when ‘don’t make us come back’ didn’t work and JJ did have to go back while you were at work.

“We’re perfect baby!” You chirped, smacking the pencil down on the notepad and he beamed.

“Alright!” He grinned while he pulled a white t-shirt over his head. He pressed a kiss to your lips and you pushed his body from flopping onto the bed. More specifically the towel you laid down so you could count the money without dirtying your sheets. You handed him his share, and he ran his fingers over the green bills. He stole a rubber band from the rubber band ball you threw on your pillow, wrapped the money and placed it on the nightstand to the right of your bed. He didn’t have to double check with you, you would never stiff him. Then, you pulled out a shoe box from under your night stand and popped open the lid.

About two thousand dollars you had saved over time since your parents got better jobs and you didn’t have to help with bills all the time. Grabbing a rubber band, a marker and a small post-it note, your scribbled down the date and how much you had made. He watched you carefully put away the stack of bills, then the rubber band, notepad and post-its in the drawer beside your bed.

You gracefully pushed the towel off the bed and onto the floor next to your bed. And JJ took that as a welcome. He flopped down next to you, and you motioned for the hand sanitizer and wet wipes you kept next to your bed. He handed you a wipe and some sanitizer, waited for you to finish the sanitizing routine you always did after handling money. 

“Cold hard cash, you, and it’s nice and warm in here? Maybe Santa came early this year.” Taking his face in your hands, you planting a soft kiss to his cheek and nuzzled his face against yours. He smiled, that angel smile that he naturally has because JJ is a natural beauty and for a moment you remembered why you agreed to put on that costume today.

For kids like JJ, who got joy around the holidays to see Santa. Or who needed some sense of domesticity in their life for just a moment. You two did something today, you helped give kids who lost that spark that all children should have.

Nestling your face into his neck, you laid on his chest after adjusting your body. His skin was warm, and he smelt like your body wash. His hair smelt like your shampoo. His heart beat thrummed softly in his chest, and he pressed a kiss to your bonnet. Before you two could drift off into a peaceful sleep, a thought that you just needed to share with him crossed your mind. How could you sleep without letting your boyfriend in on everything that goes on up there?

“You know, those kids probably all know it was you today once they saw me.”

…

“Well damn.”

[ofmdrecaps]

12/27-31/2024 Daily OFMD Recap Part 2

TLDR; David Fane & Rachel House; Anapela Polata'ivao; Connor Barrett & Brian Gattas; Dominic Burgess; Damien Gerard; Christopher Corbin; Adopt Our Crew Lists; Articles; Fan Spotlight: Tiny Crew Big Raffle w/Lindsey Cantrell Interview and BTS; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Love Notes;

Continuation of Part 1

= David Fane & Rachel House =

Are you in Aotearoa and want to show your support to the Maori people? Our dear Fang, David Fane (and Mary Reed, Rachel House) shared how to's on how to make a submission on the Treaty Principles Bill. Check out more at Koekoeaa's Instagram!

Source: David Fane's instagram

= Anapela Polata'ivao =

Anapela was out at PerthFest with other members of the Tinā film!

Source: Anapela's IG Stories

= Conner Barrett & Brian Gattas =

Our Hornberry and Siegfried are out and about with friends for the holidays!

Source: Brian Gattas Instagram Stories

= Dominic Burgess=

Dominic, aka Jeffrey Fettering, aka the cat-content king of social media is back with more cats!

Source: Dominic's Bsky

= Damien Gerard =

Our Father Teach is on vacation for the holidays and he sent so much love our way!

Source: Damien's Bsky

= Christopher Corbin =

So you may remember, our "We Could have Made Magic" Pirate, Christopher Corbin played santa in a an NFL ad recently. He posted the progression from Chris to Kris Kringle, and I just had to share it because it made me giggle!

Source: Christopher Corbin's instagram

== Adopt Our Crew ==

Our absolutely awesome fan crew, @adoptourcrew put together some lists regarding our dear show, and it looks like 30 different articles featured OFMD as one of the worst cancellations of 2024!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Bsky

They also put together a list of the Select 2024 Media Mentions! OFMD averaged at least one media mention per week! Holy cow!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Bsky

== Articles ==

Thank you to @adoptourcrew as always for the many articles OFMD has been featured in recently!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Instagram

Source: Adopt Our Crew Instagram

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Tiny Crew Big Raffle =

In honor of the Tiny Boats raffle, the @ofmd-buys-boats team had an Interview with our dear Set Dresser, Lindsey Cantrell! You can read the full thing on their substack-- here's a sneak preview!

They were kind enough to let me share the info here as well!

"Amy: What was your favourite set to dress? Linds: What a hard question. The favorite that first comes to mind is John Bartholomew's Captain's Quarters. The scene where Zheng Yi Sao leads a raid on Bartholomew's ship, and then convinces him to join her crew. The day we were going to shoot this scene was pulled up in the schedule, so during a few lunches and a few private rehearsals, I was brought over to the unfinished set to get my opinion on the status of its dress. What to add, where to move items, take away, etc. And it needed to get done quickly. We were pulling dressing from all over. Production Designer Ra and Art Director Troy really wanted it to be layered. They were discussing someone who'd lived in that space for ages. Our Set Dec team left the bones of it in a good place, but on the day we went to shoot it, we still scrambled a bit throwing items together for more chaos (some good ideas, some bad- ie: a stool ended up on top of a dresser?) I still love the way the lighting was shot through those windows and how it all came together. Plus, didn't that charcuterie look delicious?"

Source: OMFD Buys Boats Instagram

"Amy: Speaking of the tiny boats, we’d be remiss if we didn’t ask about them too - how did you make them and how long did it take you? I can testify from making repairs to our broken ones that they’re fiddly little things! Linds: Yes they are! The strain on my eyes that week! The bases of these tiny ships are custom lead molds created in the Propmakers Workshop. Next, painted and aged brown. Then, one by one I stabilized them and carefully drilled one tiny hole in the semi-center of each ship's base. Hoping each time that I didn't push too hard or for too long, potentially breaking through to the bottom. So I held my breath and got through all of that step. Off to the side, I had the makings for the tiny flags. I painted and aged what felt like a million toothpicks to start. Trimming off the bottoms of one end so they would sit flat inside my pre-drilled hole. I cut the different pieces of construction paper in a tiny triangle with one flat end, and put a line of glue on that side to place underneath a toothpick and rolled it over to hold. Some bits of my fingertips are definitely attached to the glue inside those tricky little flags. When my deadline was getting closer, I started to just begin placing the dried flags inside the bases the next day. Until I found some of them falling over by the time I came back from lunch. So then I realized I needed to add one tiny drop of super glue into the hole first. The final precise measure was making sure when I held the flag down to attach, that I was holding it straight up & down. Sounds easy enough, but if you're only looking at one side, you may be pushing the flag down and away. So if you check your other angles afterward, you'd notice it's leaning to that opposite side, as if the tiny ship is in a storm, someone told me. [...]"

Source: OFMD Buys Boats Instagram

Once again-- for the whole interview and additional BTS please check out their substack! Thank you so much @ofmd-buys-boats for not only giving us this wonderful gift but allowing me to share some of them as well!

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Our friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction are looking for more co-hosts!

"Everyone is always invited to be a part of the podcast! Here are 3 ways you can be involved (if you can think of more ways, definitely share them!) 1) Narrate a fic for a minisode! Just get the author's permission first then e-mail the audiofile (mp3 or wav) to ourflagmeansfanfiction@gmail.com. Everything you send in, I will put it on the pod. 2) Want to be on an upcoming episode? Just DM here or send an email and consider yourself included the next time we record. 3) Have a group of friends and want to make your own episode? Do that! Just make your own podcast episode using zoom then send the audiofile to ourflagmeansfanfiction@gmail.com and I'll edit it (remove all the pauses, ums, and anything else you want cut out). This is an all-inclusive, open-source, podcast. Everyone who wants to be involved, can be! #ofmd#ourflagmeansdeath#fanfiction"

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

The next Gay Pirate News Hour airs on Jan 4, you can check it out on the Our Flag Means Fanfiction Youtube!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== Love Notes ==

I really am so sorry I'm so behind lovelies. I hope you all had a wonderful and restful holiday season. I'm going to share a few extra love notes tonight because I've seen some really lovely stuff the last many many days -- and I have so much to say and haven't had a way to do so.

The first I wanted to share is from TheLatestKate with the message I most want to send to all of you. This year has been a hell of a time, and you have no idea how very grateful I am that you were here to share it with me and so many others, and still are.

Source: The Latest Kate's Instagram

Life can be so damn hard and sometimes it feels like you just aren't making any progress... or your impact isn't as big as you want it to be.

I wanted to remind you though that the earth spins at 1000 miles per hour (1,600 km/hr), that's 24,000 miles per day (38625 km/day)... but sitting on it, it doesn't seem to be moving at all. Now look at it from space, and you can see it rotating, you can see the light of the sun reflecting off of it. You can see all the lights on the dark side, and the clouds, and the winds, and vastness of the oceans. That's what I see in you. That's what others see in you. We can see all the wonderful things you are, and how brightly you shine because we aren't living it second to second like you are. So please believe me when I say this-- you are capable of anything, and you are doing SO DAMN WELL despite this crazy life.

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A post shared by Katie Abey ☀️Angela Sandland 🧚🏻 spirituality and creativity (@happinessenchanters)

Source: Katie Abey's Instagram

Our Pirate Queen shared this one (I couldn't remember if I'd shared it before, but here it is again if so!). Your softness, your creativity, all of that is your strength and I will die on that hill.

Source: Ruibo's Instagram Stories / HopeHealingArts Instagram

Lastly, I just wanted to say thank you for being a part of this little community called the OFMD fandom. This crew is phenomenal, and it has brought out so much love and healing in me (and so many of us) this past year. You are beyond a doubt some of the kindest, most badass people on the planet, and I am so very happy I get to share what little bits of time I can with you. I am slow to respond to things right now because of how crazy life is, but please know I'm here if you need me. I want so very much to see you succeed, and grow, and bloom in this crazy messed up world we live in. You are the change, and the softness this world needs, and I believe whole heartedly that each time you are kind to someone, you emit a wave of change that makes the world a better place. Rest up lovelies. Happy New Year <3

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Source: Anxiety Positive's Instagram

[bl00d-and-t3ars]

KILL ME FASTER

someone kill me. now please.

don't care how. I'm not picky.

[thedevilinmybrain]

Hi love

Prompt: Love at first sight, like "the world stop when I first saw you" kind of.

Thanks xx

this is silly and a little dirty and flirty and happy christmas!

"Oh for heaven's sake, Louis. It's your turn. Just go do it!" Liam shoves a hand into Louis' jacket, shoves him towards where the line for the Christmas stall has already gained two more people. "Oi, alright alright. Fuck off then." Straightening his coat, Louis digs his hands into his pockets and waits. That's all he can do as the line slowly crawls forward. It's his own damn fault - promised to buy the lads a round of mulled wine since he lost the bet over at the ice skating rink. How was he supposed to know that fucking Zayn of all people knew how to skate because of ice hockey? Stepping up behind a couple that clearly has no idea what they want, Louis glances around. The Christmas market is all lit up with strands of multicolored fairy lights, heavy with boughs of fir and pine. It smells like a Chris Kringle dream, like cinnamon and sugar dust and cranberries. He half expects to see magic reindeer walking around, maybe an elf in the eaves of one of the canvas tents. What he doesn't expect at all is to finally be first line and come face to face with a literal Christmas angel. Louis is an expert on the subject. He's a Christmas baby after all. "Hi there. What would you like?" Green eyes, pink cheeks, a crooked grin. It's all Louis can see. Peering up at him from behind the rough wooden countertop, a crown of gold tinsel nestled in his curls. "You." It falls out of Louis' mouth, just an honest answer, and Louis can't feel bad about being this bold when the flush on the man's cheeks darkens. "I'm um," A ringed hand flutters around the top of his red apron, the man ducking his head a little. And god does flustered look downright devastatingly good on him. "I'm not on the menu." "Hi, Not on the menu. I'm Louis." Whatever rulebook Louis has prescribed to for dating has gone up in flames, and he's almost cringe at the worst line in the world if it weren't for the way the guy gives out a startled and loud laugh. "Oh! You've got jokes then, hm?" Brushing his fingers to his lips, the angel lets out another giggle before holding his hand out. "Well, Louis, it's nice to meet you." "Come now, love. You're really not going to tell me your name?" Louis asks, reaches to slip his fingers into the other man's, giving him a firm but slow shake. He knows he's holding up the line, knows he's laying it on thick, but the guy just is too close to a holiday miracle to pass up. "I'll tell you," Leaning down, the guy meet Louis' eye, all seaglass green with a hint of mischief. "But only after you take me out." "When you get off?" Louis asks, raises a slow eyebrow. "That won't happen till at least the third date." The guy pulls his hand back, turning to fill up a cup from the large stock pot on the water, the mulled wine a deep red. "But you can meet me here at seven."

[the-ghost-bracket]

Chris Kringle propaganda:

"He's a fictional character from a fictional movie within the universe of the play Black Friday. The movie (Santa Claus Is Goin' To High School) is about Santa transforming himself into a teenager and attending highschool in order to reconnect with the youth. It's a terrible, corny movie in universe, and most characters who bring it up make fun of it. The song about it is catchy though."

[otakusheep15]

Hello Twisted Wonderland community. I have no clue if any of you enjoy Starkid, but this is for the small group of you who do, I humbly present this:

Twisted Wonderland Characters as Hatchetfield Characters

This is for the three main musicals (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, Black Friday, Nerdy Prudes Must Die). I thought about doing Nightmare Time as well, but there's so many extra characters that I really didn't wanna bother lol. I'm gonna do this like they do it for the musicals, so some of the characters will have multiple roles. However, I might do some recasting depending on the musical, so they might not be consistent throughout the three.

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals:

Paul Matthews: Idia Shroud

Bill Woodward: Trey Clover

Ted Spankoffski/Homeless Guy: Ace Trappola

Emma Perkins: Jamil Viper

Prof Hidgens: Lilia Vanrouge

Charlotte/Nora/Deb: Vil Schoenheit

Greenpeace Girl/Alice/Zoe: Cater Diamond

Sam Sweetly/Mr. Davidson/General MacNamara: Floyd Leech

Black Friday:

Tom Houston: Trey Clover

Becky Barnes: Cater Diamond

Lex Foster: Ace Trappola

Ethan Green/Chris Kringle: Deuce Spade

Hannah Foster/Tim Houston: Ortho Shroud

Uncle Wiley: Lilia Vanrouge

Wiggly/Gary Goldstein: Floyd Leech

Linda Monroe: Vil Schoenheit

Sherman Young: Idia Shroud

General MacNamara: Sebek Zigvolt

Frank Pricley: Azul Ashengrotto

President Howard Goodman: Rook Hunt

Nerdy Prudes Must Die:

Peter Spankoffski: Trey Clover

Stephanie Lauter: Cater Diamond

Richard Lipschitz/Wiggly: Idia Shroud

Ruth Flemming/Blinky: Kalim Al-Asim

Max Jagerman: Floyd Leech

Grace Chastity: Sebek Zigvolt

Karen Chastity/Miss Tessburger/Nibbly/Stacey: Lilia Vanrouge

Solomon Lauter/Pokey/Jason: Jack Howl

Mark Chastity/Officer Bailey/Tinky: Rook Hunt

Detective Shapiro/Brenda: Jamil Viper

Some of these are stretches at best, but I tried. Most of these are serious attempts at casting, but a couple are just because I thought they would be silly. And, again, shoutout to the three Twst fans who also like Starkid; this is for y'all.

[itsdefinitely]

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💙 favorite character from tgwdlm and why 💚 favorite character from Black Friday and why 🤓 favorite character from npmd and why 🧡 least favorite character from tgwdlm and why ❤️ least favorite character from Black Friday and why

(favorite npmd character)

i'm a ted guy at heart. i love paul and emma and bill and charlotte and everyone, but i'm a sucker for the depressed comic relief. it used to be hidgens, but i have Evolved since then

it would be wiggly but. wilbur cross. i definitely have a type when it comes to favorite characters (joey richter and/or an asshole)

least favorite tgwdlm character?? uh... greg?? i don't know if that really counts, so out of those with a speaking role, rod and rachel. because they're from clivesdale

chris kringle from black friday. he's a parody, sure, but i still don't like him. something about him being a centuries old spirit and then masquerading as a teenager. the only funny thing about him (to me) was the campy way he talked

[cynthiaandsamus]

The time has come to pick the visiting muse that will take over Santa duties for this year, something that's been a long time coming since early yesterday! Here's a few words of what you can expect of each candidate should they be elected Santa.

Astolfo: Femboy Christmas! With his helpful reindeer Yamato, Santa Astolfo is free to bring his energetic cheer to the role since he doesn't have to fight Nightingale for it this time.

Calli: Reaper Christmas! I don't know how to tell you this but your Dad is Santa Claus. The Rockin' Reaper will bring a lot of dad energy to the role and have a very musical time, she may even get some help from a certain gremlin shark.

Misato: Bad Santa Drunken Christmas! As anyone with eyes can see, Misato is not very good with children despite constantly being put in charge of them. The Nerv leader will do her best not to screw up but most likely screw up anyway but that's okay too because there'll be lots of beer to smooth things over.

Lucoa: Titty Christmas! As a goddess, Lucoa isn't the first Quetzalcoatl to don the Santa Mantle but she promises she won't be suplexing people for the holidays (unless they're into that sort of thing) She may be a bit ditzy and absent-minded but her heart is more than in the right place and the skimpy santa outfit doesn't hurt either.

Diantha: Classy Christmas! Diantha uses her charm and charisma as well as her spiffy Santa outfit to bring a sort of lounge singer Frank Sinatra style class to Christmas, the sort of vintage tradition that makes Boomer hearts swell with pride.

Whitney: Milk Christmas! I'm not entirely sure giving a pseudo-omnipoent Milk Elemental the added power of Chris Kringle is such a good idea, but this is a democracy. Whitney swears that Santa has been taking milk and cookies from people for too long and is ready to give some of that milk back... okay a LOT of that milk back, giving everyone Mega Milk whether they like it or not!

Tharja: Nightmare Before Christmas! An... alternate take on the holidays, Tharja's dark gothic sense of holiday spirit may not be everyone's cup of tea but if you think your presents don't have enough ancient curses or occult items attached then this may be the Santa for you!

[felyatepa]

Spoilers for Workin' Boys

So, I've seen people point out the back of the brochure in Workin' Boys having Blinky's Watch Party

but I looked closer at each text block and did my best to decipher the blurry text (key word being tried) and while I'm not 100% on all of it, here's what I got.

The Barbeque Monologues

The Tony award winning musical serves up a well done tale of one typical American suburb. When folks gather around the grill, they share so much more than a dog and a cold one. Secrets, obsession, dreams and betrayal, these are the entrees at this barbeque.

Blinky's Watch Party

A musical extravaganza through Drowzytown! It will be oh so wonderful to see you again, Bill! Yes, Bill. I'm talking to you. Don't bother showing this to Ted. No one will be able to see it. But I can see you, Bill. I've been watching you, with Nine-Hundred and Ninety Nine Eyes. One short, thanks to your little brat. It's time I paid you back, Bill. What's the expression? "An eye for an eye." Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Mamma Mia!

A terrible show about sad women singing ABBA. A truly miserable experience, I can't stress that enough. This show will make you hate ABBA as well as all musicals. You'll never want to listen to ABBA's two good songs ever again. Beware, friend. Beware. Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

Santa Claus is Going to High School!

Based on the Razzie award winning film by Kenny Ortega, this yuletide musical sees ol' Saint Nick trading in his sleigh and reindeer for a letterman's jacket! When Chris Kringle enrolls in Northville High School, he'll have to rekindle the holiday spirit in bad girl Noel, save Christmas from the cold-hearted Jacqueline Frost, and somehow get to class on time!

sorry if someone's done this already and I just haven't seen it!