#happy holidays y'all

[mendelsohnben]

The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne

[summertaters]

Those cold mornings...

[livwritesstuff]

In the year of 2010, Steve and Eddie's daughters are at an age where they wanted to stay up late on Christmas Eve to “catch” Santa.

This was unfortunate for Steve and Eddie for….obvious reasons, and Eddie had honestly reached a point in the night where he stopped watching the clock (he didn’t want to know). Steve eventually had to lay down the law and make the girls go to bed, but the damage was done, and Eddie had known that even staying up hours (and hours and hours and hours) after their bedtime wouldn't stop the girls from getting up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning.

It turned out to be before the crack of dawn, technically speaking – four-goddamn-forty-five in the morning, and one of the girls was creaking open Eddie and Steve's bedroom door (Eddie’s not sure which kid it was – he suspects Robbie, but considering he was only half-awake and running on less than five hours of sleep, it’s tough to say).

Eventually, Eddie braved the downstairs long enough to bring the girls their stockings in the hopes that it would buy him and Steve at least another thirty minutes of shut-eye – forty-five if they were lucky – but alas their daughters were neither inefficient nor quiet in the opening of their stockings, and Eddie's not sure exactly how long it took for them to start prodding them awake, but it wasn't long.

“Robbie, if you come in here one more time," Eddie says, an arm slung over his eyes to block the light coming in from the hallway, "I’m calling Santa’s direct line and telling him to come take everything back.”

Robbie scuttles right back out after hearing that, but the peace and quiet only lasts a minute or two before Eddie is hearing hushed(-ish) whispers in the hallway.

The door opens again and this time Eddie looks over and sees in the near-darkness the silhouette of Hazel.

"Oh, Christ," Eddie says, "Not you now too."

Hazel's hands grip tight on the blanket as she climbs onto the bed.

“It's Christmas today,” she says, her knees digging into Eddie’s gut as she clamors over him en route to Steve.

“Yeah?” Steve says, running a hand over Hazel’s sleep-tangled curls, "Well, Merry Christmas, sweet girl."

Touché, Robbie, Eddie thinks to himself, Tou-fucking-ché.

“They’re getting too smart for us, Ed,” Steve mutters.

“Ehhh,” Eddie replied, side-eying Steve and the way he’s snuggling Hazel all tight, “I think they’ve just rightly learned that you’re a total sucker which, I gotta say, baby, anyone could smell on you a mile away.”

Steve grumbles something in return, though he doesn’t argue the point.

Eddie and Steve exchange a few wordless looks that loosely translate to time to throw in the towel? and I’m ready if you are, and then Steve looks down at Hazel again.

“Wanna tell your sissies that it’s time for Christmas?” he asks her

“Uh-huh,” Hazel nods, and Eddie takes another knee or an elbow or something else bony to the stomach as she heads back towards the door.

"Maybe next year–" Steve says as he sits up and switches on a lamp, "–we'll be able to sleep past sunrise."

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“You love this shit, Stevie, don’t even try to pretend.”

[menoftiktok]

John Orbit | A Gay Boy's Christmas Miracle

[becasbelt]

hold my heart (watch it burn)

Summary: Someone says her name, and it isn’t Stacie.

“Beca?”

Heart beating wildly, Beca slowly turns around to face the one person she desperately doesn’t want to see.

Same red hair. Same blue eyes. She looks nervous. She never used to look nervous.

“Chloe.”

or, the second worst Christmas of Beca's life starts when her dad invites Beca's ex to his annual Christmas party.

Words: 6k

Rating: T

Notes: Merry Pitchmas, @aca-oblivious! Here's some second chance angst for you, with a little Stacie/Beca best friend shenanigans on the side!

The second worst Christmas of Beca’s life starts when Stacie Conrad bursts through the door of her childhood bedroom.

“So! What are you wearing to the party tonight?”

Beca doesn’t move from her position on the bed, propped against the pillows with her laptop resting against her bent knees. “What if I was naked in here?” she says, not even glancing at her invasive best friend. A token protest with no real bite.

“Why, I would’ve gotten a little show, of course,” Stacie purrs, leaning over the bed to stroke a finger down Beca’s shin. “A front row seat to the Beca Mitchell Goodies it would seem, with that gynecologist-ass pose. You look like you’re ready for a Pap smear.”

She starts lifting one of Beca’s legs up and out by the knee, all teasing grin and wiggling eyebrows, and Beca blindly flails her leg out, hitting Stacie in the shoulder and prompting her to drop her foot back down on the bed. Beca snaps her legs together and lays them flat, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought goodies always referred to boobs,” she says.

Stacie shrugs and makes her way over to Beca’s closet to start rifling through clothes. “Goodies refers to anything that’s pleasing to the eye,” she replies. “Boobs, butts, vaginas. I don’t discriminate. Also, you didn’t answer my question about the party.”

Read the rest on AO3!

[heart-of-gold-outlaw]

Reader, in Rhodes: "I want that twink obliterated!"

Sean, immediately: *gets shot*

Reader: "... Rewind, that didn't happen!"

*Camera footage rewinds like a VHS tape*

Reader, pointing at Micah: "I want that twink obliterated!"

[daily-pat]

Happy holidays everyone, to whatever you celebrate. And if you don't, then enjoy the new season. Go out and experience life, do something fun for yourself, and tell those who matter to you that you love them. You never know how much that could mean to them. <3

Merry Christmas from yours truly,

Fish.

[demonbarbers]

rip nellie lovett you would've loved BRAT 💚

[sinnabum45]

Christmas is a sensitive time for Leon 🥺

HC: Leon used to love Christmas. Krauser and him would have a small celebration in secret every year. (I HC that Krauser also loved Christmas cuz he got to get Leon gifts and stuff) After Krauser died, most holidays and anniversaries were a very painful time.

Now, Leon learns to love it again with the help of everyone (especially Chris) 😭🤲 Pretty decor and Christmas movies will always make Leon feel better, too 👍

[andrews-jort-loving-pipe-dream]

Imagine Andrew in a Santa hat that just says "BITCH" on the front...

[sirtouchstarved]

A YEAR WITHOUT SANTA CLAUS AU FOR GRAVITY FALLS. 

This was inspired by the amazing @beccadrawsstuff, and this fanart series, it’s literally so good, I had to write a fic it was eating me alive. 

Four chapters, one today, one tomorrow, and the last two on Christmas day! First time I’ve written a seasonal fic so I am pretty happy with myself! 

Happy holidays y’all,

[iwoszareba]

It's another year Down by the River discord server organised lovely Secret Santa event. Here is my gift for Hex! I found 'cooking together' prompt truly inspiring with this character combination :^)

[twcfaces]

ho ho ho?

source : Batman and Robin Adventures vol 1

[houseofabsurdities]

⛄ Happy Holidays! ⛄ spicy alts under the cut

[bcrdedication]

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday!

[Link] gathered the courage to look at the entrance again and found none of the age he knew should be there. None of the settled dust and erosion or fallen rocks. The walls looked freshly carved, the Shrine whole and untouched by time. Despite the discrepancies, he didn’t dare explore deeper—not if he didn’t have to. Instead, he turned away, facing the overlook where he had his first view of the country after a hundred years. A figure sat at the edge of the cliff, a long white braid trailing down his back. Link froze. He dug his fingers into the wall, asking the sensation for assurance that this was real. Of course, it could have been a dream anyway—a dream that was real. A vision shared with a god trapped in a mask. Swallowing hard, Link stepped forward, his boots crunching against the loose gravel. The land of Hyrule rose into view over the cliff’s edge, vast and achingly familiar. In the center sat the castle, surrounded by five Sheikah spires and a glistening lake. The Great Plateau tower loomed nearby, its interior glowing electric blue, matching the other towers scattered across the horizon. Farther east, where Link expected to see the ruins of an ancient temple, stood an intact building, aged but whole. Even in the time of the Calamity, the building had fallen into disrepair. Link drew closer to the figure at the cliff’s edge. Red warpaint marked the god’s cheeks, just visible under the silvery hair framing his face. He wore his armor beneath a loose cloak, its folds catching in the faint breeze. A gauntleted hand rested on a drum by his side. Although he made no motion to acknowledge Link, his presence felt crushingly heavy. “Sheik,” Link said, naming the god—the forgotten patron of the Sheikah. The Fierce Deity blinked as if awakened from a trance. He turned slightly, his eyes locking onto Link’s with an expression of deep regret. A faint, apologetic smile tugged at his lips. “It’s too soon, friend,” Sheik said. “You’re not meant to be here yet.” As if shoved, Link fell backwards, tumbling into a void— He snapped awake, jolting out of bed and choking back a yell.