#he's on the naughty list

[cherryskieszz]

Merry Christmas guys :) 💚❤️

[neptune-scythe]

Wishing Pekka Rollins a very fuck you this Christmas

[lilacevans]

༊*·˚ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑶'𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒏 '𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒏𝒆' (2024)

[jesncin]

I wonder how explaining Santa to Mal and Jon was? Were they confused or 100% on board? Like...this guy breaks into your house and gives you...gifts???

they were very overwhelmed by the concept

[ef-1]

Nico defending Daniel with his whole pussy, he said thou shall not tell falsehoods and reiterating this gem 🤫

[rewrittenwrongs]

I wonder if Young Justice ever had to deliver presents to themselves

[rooksunday]

fluffcember day fifteen: naughty list

Seventeen had never cared about natborn traditions or holidays or whatever other nonsense the galaxy had seen fit to distract his troopers with when they should have been attending to their duty. He had been forced to concede ground, however, after the fall of the former Chancellor and the end of the war Seventeen and the clones had been created to fight. Fine. Some diversions were necessary. Some diversions could be permitted.

In order to, for example, not start screaming and never stop.

Not long after the fall of Kamino, Fordo had banned Seventeen from the range, which had been the first option for his own distraction from what Crackle had 'diagnosed' as existential despair. Crackle was one of few surviving alpha medics, and in the absence of physical wounds to tend, had decided to scrape the holonet for bacta for the mind. Absolute nonsense but Crackle—weak knees, weak heart, bafflingly strong conviction once he dug his heels in—had ordered Seventeen to at least pretend to give a kriff about anything other than sanctioned murder.

That had been the start of the screaming portion of the affair. Somewhere among all that, Seventeen had managed to convey that he did give a kriff, and had protested as such. Possibly at longer length that his dignity could stand.

Out loud where other beings can see, then, had been the dry response.

Seventeen didn't remember Crackle being so mouthy. It had reminded him of the command cadets.

Following that enlightening exchange, and Fordo intervening to throw soft furnishings at Seventeen like they were live ordnance, it had been an embarrassingly short surrender to Seventeen finally reading the comm messages he'd been ignoring, whereupon he'd learnt that half the former Grand Army of the Republic had become bedwetters over something called 'Life Day'. Some nattie holiday. Yet, having nothing better to do—and being banned from anything with higher yield than a loaf of bread—Seventeen had researched what that was about, and from there. Well.

He'd had the idea, hadn't he.

And, in his forced retirement, a glut of time to bring the idea into being.

All of which had led to Seventeen sitting in the single studio into which he'd been boxed away, in the complex on the planet where Fordo had dragged him after the fall of Kamino, watching his comm light up with even more messages than he'd received since said fall. (The declaration of independence by the alphas had been broadcast across half the galaxy, Seventeen framed forever behind Fordo's shoulder, teeth bared in victory.)

Crackle let himself into Seventeen's room after his furious knocking went ignored.

"Seventeen, what the kark did you do? I've been getting messages from troopers I didn't think knew I existed, checking to see if you have a head injury we don't all already know about," Crackle bitched, creaking his way over to sit on the arm of Seventeen's armchair.

"Sounds like a failure in opsec. Get off my chair, your fat ass will make it lopsided."

"I'll sit on the other side next time. Or I can get Fordo in here if you prefer? Even it out?" Seventeen grunted and Crackle snorted. "Thought so." He dug a knuckle into Seventeen’s traps, where there had always been a gap in their armour. "Talk me through what this is all about."

"Life Day. Naughty list."

"…Talk more words."

Seventeen rolled his eyes and slouched back in his armchair, stretching one foot to hook around the low table where he'd thrown his comm. The scrape of the table across the bare floor made Crackle twitch and dig his knuckle in again. Seventeen jabbed Crackle sharply in the inner thigh, then grabbed his comm and tossed it at the other alpha, forcing Crackle to choose to retaliate or catch the comm.

He caught the comm.

Crackle had always been a softie.

Beautiful silence descended as Crackle read through the relevant page that Seventeen had bookmarked on his comm, expecting an interrogation from one or other of alphas packed into the complex. Seventeen checked the absence of dirt beneath his nails as Crackle read.

"Naughty list," Crackle finally said.

"That's right."

"Coal."

Seventeen hummed in affirmation. Then he seesawed his hand. "Coal-ish. Fossil fuels are expensive."

"You boxed up and sent a coal-ish rock to half the cee-cees. With no explanation. Because you decided they're on the naughty list for Life Day?" Crackle confirmed, his voice not giving anything away.

Seventeen didn't allow himself to smile. He'd been very serious in his assessment of the command class, after all.

"I did," he said, with a nod.

A loud smacking noise ricocheted in Seventeen's ear as Crackle delivered an obnoxious kiss to the side of his head. Seventeen had scarcely finished recoiling from that before Crackle was hauling him bodily to his feet and tugging him toward the door.

"What the k— Slow down! What are you doing? You're a medic, how are you so karking slippery—"

"Stop struggling and come with me. You're a kriffin' genius! Come on, if you tell Fordo how you did it, we can get a load of the cee-tees too and really fuck with them—"

Seventeen stopped struggling and let himself be tugged along by Crackle's enthusiasm. Sometimes a soldier had to accept there were battles not worth the fight.

Sometimes they even had to smile about losing.

[edmunderson]

posting early for @gloomiegalaxie's femboy friday since starting tomorrow i'm not gonna have a lot of time to do this. decided to do holiday theme since y'know. the holidays are coming up quick and there's been a lot of really good cc to use :)

creepmas // jeffmas day 5 // jeffmas day 6 // jeffmas day 7

[blxem1lk]

the real skeleton crew was the friends we made along the way

[frostbeees]

the most chaotic 4.5 minutes of making gingerbread houses to pass the time sitting with your weird relatives this holiday szn 💃🎄

[ocean-waters]

🎄Merry Free!mas🎄

[crocrubies]

Merry Cyclopsmas 🫶

[downs1de-has-moved]

HAVE YOU BEEN NAUGHTY OR NICE?

Tagged by: Stolen from @starlixir

Tagging: @trickheaven @lightning-arias @ownheroes @theirmadness @fatalhymn & you, reading this!

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

I love how the fact that Santa Claus does actually give Doofenshmirtz what he wants for Christmas (that being the ability to hate Christmas) seems to imply that Doofenshmirtz is somehow still on the nice list despite how many crimes he’s committed against the tri-state area and just like, in general. Like he could’ve just given him coal but instead he orchestrated a plan to make sure everyone’s Christmas wishes came true, including Doof. And look at how happy it made him! I guess the elves are right, Santa is very forgiving

[every-single-day]

Maybe too niche but Tally the elf would yell NAUGHTY at every member of the greaser gang except Johnny

[iloveacronix]

YOUR PFP!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAA

SANTA KRUX I WAS A GOOD GIRL THIS YEAR PLS GIMME TREATS 👁️🫦👁️

GIRL YOURE GETTING NOTHING BUT COAL FOR THOSE FREAKY ASS REBLOGS YOU GOT. KRX DOES NOT APPROVE NUH UH- ALSO SANTA DOESNT GIVE TREATS YOU DOOFUS HE GIVES PRESENTS GIFTS GIFTSSSSSS ASK FOR A ROCKETSHIP OR SOMETHING NOT... Whatever you want from him🤨🤨