#convenience holiday

[larryhappiday]

Christmas Accommodation (A Checklist)

If you’re going to provide accommodation services for clients this coming Christmas season, here are some tips prepared by Nigeria  Business Guide (NBG) on making your facility a tourist favourite: NBG Guide: Top 12 Facilities to make your Apartment a Tourist Delight  The summary of this post is that families need convenience more than anything else during this Yuletide. The more convenient…

[jerich0two]

Guess who finally had time to sketch something for Tumblr -- merry early Christmas!

[imbadatnicknames1]

my beloveds actually. they are the extra most bestest

[tomwambsgans]

the temptation to write a christmas romcom-esque tomgreg fic is calling me......

[langernameohnebedeutung]

I'm beginning to realise that a major reason why I woke up in the middle of August and was like "I REALLY DESPERATELY URGENTLY FINALLY NEED TO DRIVE AROUND ICELAND FOR TWO WEEKS ON MY OWN" (apart from, you know, seeing Iceland) is that this will be the first time since Ireland that I will completely on my own schedule and on my own and off to clock and not available and it's really interesting that the people in my life who are the most like 'why would you want to go to Iceland on your own, there's nothing there, that sounds boring, it's empty and cold' are the ones I most need a break from. It's you, the stressor is you.

[firstelevens]

the fundamental things apply

sam/bucky | alternate universe (mr and mrs smith au) | 2.2k | rated g

Two years before the events of outlaw life looks pretty wholesome, between covert missions and saving the world, Sam and Bucky spend their first Valentine's Day together as a married-but-not-actually-married couple.

It’s not completely Sam’s fault that he forgets what day it is. He’s been on back to back missions since he got back from Christmas with his family, and late winter is always so miserable in DC. Everything is gray and wet and icy, and Sam misses the Gulf right down to his bones at this time of year. He’d gone out of his way to spend the better part of the last two Februaries off on missions: Morocco last year, Peru the year before. 

Work is no help either. Most agents spend so much time in the field that the office is usually empty, and if anyone had a conversation that might have tipped Sam off, it happened while he was behind the closed doors of his office, writing up a report on the HYDRA cell they’d been tracking in Norway. He doesn’t clock it until he’s taking the metro home, the women sitting in front of him caught up in conversation about the benefits of a night in versus going to a restaurant on Valentine’s Day.

He feels his eyes widen as he pulls out his phone to check the date: February 14th.

( read the rest on AO3 )

[shadowuserannie]

Accidental Brother-Sorry, Babysitter-Acquisition (Fic WIP) (Part 2)

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nezha replied smoothly, skates whirring in their true form as he flitted about the area, getting it set up nicely with his true power before the others arrived. Unlit paper lanterns on strings were hung around the trees, soft blankets in the cleared area that was on the side of the cliff facing Megapolis, checking the snacks he’d brought that weren’t made of hair-

“Seriously, Ne-”

“-End that with that foolish nickname and the group will arrive to see a healing wound from a spear thrust to your mouth.”

Nezha’s back was to the simian, but he could feel the troublemaking smile.

“Nezhy, c’mon-”

Without looking, Nezha summoned his spear, split it to lotus petals, and thrust them at Wukong.

“What happened to hanging with your own family for New Years?!” Wukong yelped as he evaded them with no real effort, merely being dramatic in his movements for closer shaves. Nezha aimed more precisely-he was not tarnishing the surroundings before they could even get here.

“I am.”

There was an oof as several petals caught Wukong off guard, pinning him to the floor.

“What about your brothers? And your dad?”

“Busy.” Whenever time allowed, usually his father, mother and brothers tried to visit their poor, stuck brother/son who actually set plenty of seals long ago to be able to sneak out. Still, more eyes were on him during New Years’, that owing to celebrations being something more worthy of “leaving one’s post” for. Stupid.

Anyways, he typically got visited at least once during New Years’ with goodies brought by Muzha, but this year Jinzha had stopped by early and said apologetically that their father had decided to follow him and Muzha on an assignment that might not have them back until long after the celebrations had passed. Mother herself...well there were much better parties to attend to than an empty temple. Which was fine. Nezha saw them for New Years’ once every three years or so anyway. Missed New Years' was nothing in the overall of eternity of the Heavenly Realm.

Nezha tried his best not to leave his post during New Years’ festivities, because of the eyes, and also because paranoia meant celebrations = cover for thieves, despite the sheer amount of magic layered over his temple paranoia…was paranoia. That changed…rather recently, considering the spam habits MK and Mei had gotten into as they grew up and became larger yet somehow fonder annoyances to him.

“Still, I swear-”

“Wukong. How many New Years have you spent alone?”

“Come on, you stop by-”

“Once every few decades. For a few minutes.”

Wukong lets his head flop onto the ground. “Still unnecessary.”

“Making sure you don’t drown your sorrows in jiu for eternity, giving you tasks so you can get out of a place you’ve retired to for centuries, so the Heavens don’t impose worser tasks? Yes, definitely.” Nezha deadpanned.

Hmm. That string of lanterns was stretched too far.

Wukong made a sound that was somewhere between disbelief and teasing. “Psshh, Nezhy, I’ve seen you after cases with really bad assholes, remember? Know how long I had to spend convincing my subjects not to try what they saw you doing?”

“Why would you discourage them from following a far more responsible person?” Nezha arranged the plates carefully. Orange for MK, green for Mei, white for Pigsy, pink for Tang, blue for Sandy, gold for the irritating annoyance.

“Right, because over-steeping a dozen packets of black tea in baijiu instead of water is a fantastic example of sobriety.”

Nezha dropped the tin of almond biscuits, catching them just in time with his sash.

“That was-”

“-Most definitely not one time,” Wukong spoke with a fanged grin. “Remember when you told me about the fling with-”

“Wukong!”

The idiotic primate he would dearly love to cleave apart merely cackles at his misery. Unfortunately, he’s still the safest option when it comes to needing someone to sober him up or watch him in his drunken state, in the rare times Nezha cracks from sheer rage and brews his black tea with wine instead of water. Keyword being rare.

“…so didja bring any-”

“I refuse to kill children’s livers.”

“But yours is faiRRRAAAAA-”

“Stabbing your liver is fair game too.”

“Little shit.”

“Who’s not even five feet and uses glamours again?”

At last, with no help from the host whatsoever, Nezha finishes tidying the area and getting it ready for a small party. There are even snacks-double checked by Nezha to be safe-specifically for the monkeys, mostly consisting of fruits.

“Add any fur to this and I will chop off all 84,000 hairs on your body.”

Wukong hides the piece of fur behind his back and whistles.

“Reach for any peaches before they arrive and I will also rob your home of your peach chips.”

Wukong gasps dramatically, falling to the ground as if deeply hurt. “These accusations-”

“Are wholly true, you little-”

“Who’s calling who little-”

Nezha froze as voices definitely not quiet rose up from the foot of the mountain.

“They’re here.”

Wukong frowned at him for no reason as Nezha glamoured his Wind//Fire Wheels back to three-wheeled roller skates. He’d already dressed up before coming down to Flower Fruit Mountain, in a knee-length sleeveless red qipao and dark kuzi, no illusions needed there. His Armillary Sash was wrapped in a slightly fancier style about his arms, still and mimicking sleeves as usual. Rather than twin buns, he’d opted for a simple small one with the rest of his hair let down.

“You…ever going to tell them?”

“I’ve gone lifetimes without doing so with others, Wukong. Remember our deal.”

“Hypocrite.”

“Idiot.”

“You know that’s long gotten as ancient as you, right?”

“You-”

[pokemonfrommemory]

Rotund specimen

[sesamenom]

ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, FIVE GOLDEN RINGS! four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree

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and we're back! Now that the gates of the Halls have been opened, a whole bunch of former high kings have shown up in finarfin's backyard...

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

WIP word train

Thanks for the tag, @ahyperactivehero! The word was ALONE.

A: "And this friend of his wouldn’t mind sticking a cricket bat up your ass if you don’t watch your bloody mouth.”

L: Light explodes behind his eyes and the next thing he knows, he’s on the ground, though he has no memory of falling.

O: One day, Simon tries to corner him outside of Latin class and Payne brushes right by him without looking at him, like Simon’s not even there.

N: Nearly a dozen antique stores, museums, and private homes have been robbed in the past month, with no signs of windows and doors being disturbed, no footage caught on security cameras, and any employees or residents present found either in a state of giddy hysteria or sleeping peacefully, entirely unharmed.

E: Edwin explained to him once why the house doesn’t count as a castle, despite having fourteen bedrooms, eight bathrooms, two kitchens, two living rooms, a parlor, and a library, but Charles doesn’t remember the details.

Tagging @terresdebrume @likemmmcookies @the-ipre @tw0-ravens @sunnylemonss and anyone else who'd like to do this! Your word is ANGIE.

[good--merits-accumulated]

can't help myself. another dps wip begun <3

[plushie-lovey]

hello, the red panda plush i reblogged to your post is branded "Hugs & Cuddles", i got mine at walmart, shes weighted! im isle-of-misfit-joys btw this is just my main

Ooh very good to know, ty! I actually have to go to Walmart soon to do a return so maybe they'll have a hug and cuddles red panda available for me to use the money on

[shmreduplication]

I think I like Kim's Convenience more after watching Ghosts (US) because every single ghost is kinda a dick and it took a little while to get used to but the premise was so compelling that it carried me thru. And Mr Kim is kinda a dick in a way that would have previously disinterested me in the show but now it's like. he can be a dick too because life on this plane of existence is hard even tho he has the release of death in front of him

[naomiknight-17]

'Holiday Cat' for @akaluan

Kitty was trying to be festive but uh. He got stuck

(Happy Orthodox Christmas to those who celebrate! Kitty is too late for the other Christmas oops)

I am raising money to fix my broken oven, click here to see how you can get a doodle!

[angiestown]

not looking forward to potentially working 12-15 days in a row at my supposedly part time job

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