#holding out hope for the christmas episode i suppose

[ghosts-of-love]

i haven't let myself feel too disappointed because i know there's nothing i can do to change it and instead have been trying to find the good in what we did get but god you know actually, the Captain deserved to have a whole episode dedicated to him. that's it. i have no idea what i would've wanted it to look like but that's all i know. a whole episode exploring his character in depth. all the others had at least one that focused on them, why did he not get the same?

[nghtwngs]

silly human traditions

description: you’ve never had a new year’s kiss before. neither has the doctor. you decide to change that tonight.

pairing: tenth doctor x reader (you can probably read it as eleven too!)

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining

word count: 1.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption (by the doctor), ten might be ooc bc im literally rewatching eleven’s episodes (im on the second christmas special rn!) and i think ive lost his voice but i hope that’s not the case

a/n: happy new year!! i wrote this up like real fast bc i was thinking about kissing ten and well… yeah

You walk into the TARDIS’s control room with a huge grin plastered on your face. “Doctor, we have to celebrate our first New Year!”

The Doctor looks up from the control console and turns his head to face you. “New Year?” His eyebrows are furrowed, lips curled down into a frown. “There’s no concept of time in the time vortex—how would we celebrate New Year’s?”

“Well, my phone’s calendar doesn’t change.” You pull out your device, opening the calendar app and holding it up for him to see. “It’s currently December 31st. And also we celebrated the holidays this past week.”

He pulls out his glasses out of his suit and puts them on. He squints at your screen anyway. “Well, I guess so. How’d you figure we do that?” He jumps up, running over to you. “What about a planet where everything is made of water? Or we could watch a galaxy of stars fizzle out into nothing but dust!”

“Well, Doctor, I was thinking we could just, I don’t know… spend it on Earth? Watch the ball drop in Time Square or something? Hm, actually maybe not that.”

“You little humans and all your traditions.”

“You love it.”

He mirrors your cheeky grin. “Alright, then! I think I have just the place.” He rushes over to the console, doing his thing. The TARDIS makes her signature wheezing noise, reminding you to hold on tight. “New York! Present year… well, for you anyway. Two hours ‘til midnight. Dress well. We have a party to crash!”

You make a sound of excitement, giving the Doctor a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Amazing.” You run off to the TARDIS’s vast wardrobe to find an appropriate outfit.

After finishing getting ready, you pop back into the control room to find the Doctor fiddling with his tie. He’s dressed in a black suit. A classic. You think it suits him well. (Pun not intended.)

“No bow tie this time?” you ask, walking over to him.

He just shakes his head. “Nah.”

“You clean up nicely,” you say, tightening his tie for him.

He smiles so softly at you that it makes your heart ache with need. “You do too.”

You clear your throat when the intensity of his gaze hits you. “Well, we better get to the party. Don’t wanna miss anything else.” You link your arms, dragging him out of the TARDIS.

Turns out, the party he took you to crash is filled with a bunch of celebrities. No one either of you care for, but celebrities nonetheless. It makes you feel important to be around all these people. Like you’re important enough to be around the Doctor, who you’d say is the most famous of them all. It makes you feel special. Being here. With him, but maybe not with him.

He doesn’t even bother to correct anyone when they mistake you for being an item. You often wonder if there is any deeper meaning behind that. It makes your heart stumble off beat. But that’s silly. A ridiculous, quite pathetic notion.

Silly human things, you suppose.

But it’s okay. He makes you feel special. Anyone the Doctor chooses to be his companion is special.

The very best of humanity, he’d say.

The Doctor has a sip of some random alcoholic drink you were both offered (you declined) and sticks his tongue out in disgust. He immediately places the glass back onto the tray. “That was dreadful. Absolutely dreadful.”

You can’t stop yourself from giggling until he grabs your water and chugs the entire thing. You grumble, “I was about to drink that.” But your words come out much too soft, too fondly for him to believe you’re really upset over it.

He leads you out onto the balcony with his hand on your back. You forget all about your drink.

“Oh my, God!” You double over, holding onto the Doctor’s arm. “They were sentient? How can grass be sentient?” You both continue to wheeze like it’s the funniest thing the two of you ever heard.

“Yeah, they were quite rude honestly. Telepathic. Said my hair looks ridiculous,” he muses. His voice suddenly goes quiet. He leans into you, staring into your eyes like it’d make you any more honest. “Does my hair look ridiculous?”

You run your fingers through his locks, making sure not to mess them up. “Your hair looks great. I always like it.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

You nod in agreement.

Cheers erupt from inside, and you’re worried you missed the countdown. But there’s still another five minutes left.

“Do you have any resolutions for the New Year, Doctor?”

“Resolutions? Why would I need resolutions? Is that some human tradition? Why do you have so many traditions?”

“People just want to have goals, I guess? I never really stuck with mine. And well, it’s really just that and uh… the New Year’s kiss.”

“New Year’s kiss?” He frowns.

“Yeah, they say if you kiss someone at midnight on New Year’s, it’ll strengthen the bond between you? I don’t know. It’s silly. I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss before, so I couldn’t tell you if it’s true or not.”

“Huh.” There’s his thinking face. Nothing good ever comes from his thinking face. Not unless you’re in a life or death situation, and you don’t think you are right now. At least you really hope not. “Do you… Would you like to test that theory out?”

You almost choke. “What?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like we have to or anything.”

“I didn’t peg you as the superstitious type.”

“I’m not. But no harm in trying it out, right?”

No, there’s a lot of harm in trying it out, you want to say. You think your heart might explode out of your chest. That would be a horrible way to start out the new year. He’d have to find another companion whose heart stays in their chest cavity and away from both of his.

“Yeah, no harm at all.”

Why can’t your mouth just stay shut sometimes?

You hear the countdown start.

Ten.

He holds your chin between his index finger and thumb.

Nine.

His warm eyes look into yours.

Eight.

You’ve never been touched with such gentleness before.

Seven.

His scent is so clean and warm and so him.

Six.

The proximity is completely dizzying.

Five.

You think you can feel your knees buckle.

Four.

How can he look at you as if you’re the only interesting thing in the universe?

Three.

When he’s seen it all.

Two.

A quick glance at your lips.

One.

The Doctor presses his lips against yours. It’s wonderful. He tastes like berries. When in the world did he have berries? Your arms slink around him, pulling him as close as possible. He doesn’t seem to mind. He cups your face with his hands. What a brain melting kiss. The strings of his hearts are knotting with yours. You want to be consumed by this feeling.

It doesn’t register that you have to breathe for a minute, but you think you’d kiss him forever if you could. You have all the time in the world anyway. You wonder how long can Time Lords go without air. Probably much longer than humans, yeah? You, with much reluctance, pull away.

He pecks your lips again. He grins cheekily at you. “A while.”

You scoff. You hate it when he does that. And when he smiles at you like that. Your neck grows hot even though it’s cool outside. “It’s midnight.” You’re still breathless.

“It is.”

“You’re my first New Year’s kiss.”

“You’re mine.”

Maybe it’s true; the bond between you does feel stronger this year. You kiss him again and then some more.

[64yrsold]

WINTERING 8. eggnog and mulled wine

twelve days of christmas writing prompts by @abiiors wintering masterlist previous (7)

“I never know what to do during this time,” he said, echoing in my kitchen on speakerphone. 

“I know what to do,” I said, the days between Christmas and New Year’s stretching thin in front of me. He heard the cork pop over the phone, a quiet gasp coming from my phone.

“Are you opening that without me?” He asked, and I laughed.

“Ew,” I whined, “I’m showering without you, too.”

“I’m really supposed to go to this–”

“Oh, Matty, I really don’t care.”

“No, seriously, I actually promised–”

“Mhm,” I poured my glass above my phone, hoping he’d hear the enormous slosh. He sighed.

“Can you save me a glass, at least?” He asked, and I heard a car door slam. 

“For when you stumble in here after midnight?” I asked sarcastically. I took a sip of wine, and it tasted like shit. I took another sip.

“Yeah,” he said, his car humming. 

“Goodnight, Matty.”

He huffed, “Alright, goodnight.”

I sat on the couch, my head already pounding from the wine, and downed half the bottle before picking something to watch. I watched a few episodes of something uninteresting, leaving my phone in the kitchen so I could feel alone. My mouth was stained black when Matty walked through my door.

“That’s really just dangerous at this point, darling,” he noted, nodding at my unlocked door.

I covered my mouth, giggling, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I called you,” he shrugged, “Did you turn your phone off to focus?”

I rolled my eyes, “Listen, I’m trying to have a self-care, comfortable night, if you’re going to be judgemental–”

“Do you always finish a bottle of wine on self-care nights?” He grinned, picking up the empty bottle beside me. 

I pointed at him, “That’s exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about.”

“Are you drunk?” He sat beside me on the couch, moving my feet out of the way.

“Not enough, if you’re here.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” he deadpanned, but reached into a bag he had brought in, holding a shiny new bottle of wine. 

“You know, I told you not to come here.” I put my feet in his lap as he twisted the wine open. He took a sip from the bottle, and I curled my lip.

“Oh, sorry,” he sighed, pouring some into my glass, “Forgot you needed it in a cup, princess.”

“Forgot you…” I trailed off, too drunk and tired to think of an insult. He giggled, resting a hand on my ankle. It felt too familiar, and I pulled my legs under me. 

“You want to watch something?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“Tell me about your party,” I prodded, and he rolled his eyes.

“You don’t want to hear it.”

“Just talk about something so I can finish this glass,” I smiled.

“It was fun,” he shrugged, watching me sip from my cup.

“And?” I raised my eyebrows.

“The usual, darling,” a playful smile crawled onto his face, “Girls, food, gear.”

“Oh, really?” I laughed, wine spilling from my cup onto my shirt. I looked down, disappointed at the red pooling down the center of my chest.

“Shit,” Matty grunted, hurrying off to the kitchen and coming back with a cloth. He pressed it firmly to the stain, compressing my chest with the heel of his hand. It felt like he was pushing me through the couch, his hand cracking through my empty, rotted ribcage. I slapped at his wrist, and he pulled his hand away like it had been burned.

“It’s fine,” I said, and pulled my shirt over my head. He looked at me, frozen where he stood, then coughed and turned away.

“I-I’m sorry,” he apologized, and I frowned. My thoughts were waterlogged and clumsy, and I suddenly felt very naked, staring at his back.

“You know, Matty, I’m actually kind of drunk, and I think you should probably leave,” I said suddenly, “I didn’t ask you to come here, anyways. Why are you always coming here?” My eyes felt hot. 

“Yeah,” Matty murmured, quiet and away from me. I watched his back as he grabbed his wine bottle, head falling back to drink from it. He walked out the door, and the quiet crawled into my chest.

[lookupthewordjokeinthedictionary]

Did you miss me? (your mum misses you)

I'm back with another Sanders Sides draw each other, this time, Patton!! And oh boy, prepare for some angst!! (personal favourite)

I wanna believe I've improved also, but I'd love to hear your comments on what I can do better.

First we have Virgil!! Bullet point time for details:

Like a controlling parent™, Virgil has no eyeshadow!

He also has no hair in his eyes (almost, I couldn't let our boy suffer)

Honestly, if without his hoodie and the banner of his name, would you recognise him?

Not because I'm a bad artist (true), but because Patton has devoided his dark strange son of his dark strangeness.

Unthreatening Virgil for the win?

Next we have sexy Logan.

I'm sorry!! I wanted to draw sexy Logan and I found an excuse, okay??

To be honest, Logan hasn't changed his behaviour towards Patton throughout the series.

He's always been dismissive, so why shouldh we change our logicality drawing style of him?

Kinda proud of this one, sorry for the lack of details though (I hope I can compensate with sexy Logan)

Ah, Roman, here at last. Can you feel your eyes filled with tears yet or shall I explain? Have to do everything around here myself:

Everything about this is so *chef's kiss*

From the fact that out of all Scenes, Patton decided to draw Christmas Carol Roman.

From the fact that he drew him in a happy (almost cocky) way.

From the fact Roman is holding the folder, smiling, ignorant as ever.

Or even that Patton really likes to drill in the mistakes of others, proving he's the (morally) better side.

But eh, you could also view it as a heartwarming declaration of support from a father figure.

Up to you, I suppose. Not as fun though.

The dark sides, everybody, have arrived. Janus! In the courtroom:

We haven't addressed that the most Patton has seen of Janus is in the svs episode.

But this man really knows how to draw him sassy

The episode was basically Patton fighting for his life (and losing??)

You may ask, omg why this one??

Plot points

Sassiness meter

You'll figure it out in the next couple drawings, you impatient buffoon

Seconds, anyone??

You can see how Patton rushed through with this drawing (not because I'm tired and it's three in the morning)

He's terrified of him, but drew him kinda cutsy

Patton officially doesn't know how many legs an octapus has

Remus is "smiling" because never in the entire dwit episode did Remus insult or offend Patton

Surely he said some things that were very out of pocket, but he never even hurt the little guy (or the giant frog)

Really, check back, he even gave him his creative liberties!!

Lastly but not least-ly (nailed it) Patton drawing "himself" :

I can already here the confusion (through my screen, yes)

This is indeed Janus! Patton and not the truthful representation

Why?? Hah! Naive naive fellow fander

Patton (in canon) is coming to the realisation that his moral compass is pointing south (towards hell).

Not all the time, ofc, he has some great attributes.

However he does need the help of a little sharp side

What better way to cry for help than to show the importance of cooperation/integration

Also,, moceit.

[jmdbjk]

Happy b-day Jungkookie!

But first, let me get this out of the way... Tiffany x Jimin is exquisite.

Ok, then I had to get my shit back together for this...

And then aces made me think of these aces...

If this was supposed to be for future content, odd that JM would spoil it....

I have questions...

JK holding a dark shirt, where's the white one he was wearing? Did they both change clothes that day? Is this the next day? A different boat? We don't know what they did on Sunday...

And the thing is... JK isn't gonna see this pic. He ditched IG, remember? Jimin posted this for us. Or does JK have a secret Instagram? I bet he does. Hope he gets to keep it secret.

Looks like they had a great day and probably got a little sunburned.

And now it's my turn to be De-Loo-LoOOoo 😜

Work with me here...

Mid-December.

Jikook Bon Voyage... 4 or 5 episodes. or 6.

A Christmas album (EP of course, 3-5 songs) with a two week window for promotions.

Please universe?

[justgleekout]

Are We Ever Gonna Be Okay Again?

Summary: An alternate timeline in which Kurt did go to Lima for Christmas and he and Blaine had that much-needed heart-to-heart.

But uh-oh! It's angst and they cry.

Rating: G

Words: 2273

Additional tags: Missing Scene, Fix-It, Episode: s04e10 Glee Actually, Alternate Timeline, Blangst, angst with hopeful ending, Mostly Canon Compliant, talks about cheating

Notes: Would you believe it? I've written something again!

It always bothered me that Kurt and Blaine never had a real conversation about Blaine's cheating. So this is me exploring the hows and whys and filling the gaps the writers had left. This is heavy on the emotional (bl)angst. Sorry, I like to inflict pain on this fandom.

And of course, thank you to the best beta in the world @esperantoauthor (Esperanto on Ao3)! <33

Read on Ao3

When the doorbell rang, Blaine was shaking. He hadn't seen Kurt since the opening night of McKinley's rendition of Grease. And that encounter had left him almost feeling worse than when he left New York after Kurt and he had just broken up. Blaine felt nauseous. He tried to swallow the feeling away, but his mouth was dry. He opened the door and when he saw Kurt in the doorway it was all he could do not to cry. 

“Hey,” Kurt said, his voice barely above a whisper, and he gave Blaine the faintest of smiles. A smile so small and unsure that Blaine almost wished he hadn’t smiled at all.

The air between them was thick and heavy. With so many things yet unspoken, so many emotions unshown. Blaine wanted to reach out. He wanted to enfold himself in Kurt's arms, but he didn’t want to scare Kurt away, so he settled for a small, “Hey,” in return. “Do you want to come in? It's freezing.” The incredible normality of that sentence made him sick to his stomach. Nothing about this was casual and they both knew it.

“Yeah, okay.”

Blaine stepped back and Kurt entered his house. 

“Did you want to come up to my room?” 

Kurt shrugged. “Sure.” He tried to smile again, but it didn't reach his eyes. He followed Blaine up the stairs into his room and sat down on the edge of Blaine's bed. His back was oddly straight, and he stared down at his hands. 

Blaine closed the door behind them. He didn't know why he closed the door; his parents weren't home. Maybe it was to keep Kurt from running away. To hold them together. To shield them. Blaine took a breath and sat down on the bed next to Kurt, making sure to leave enough space between them. 

“So..” Kurt said. He glanced at Blaine. He looked apprehensive and it hurt Blaine. It felt awful to see the person he loved, look at him with fear and doubt and not be able to reach out to comfort him especially because he was the reason Kurt felt like that in the first place. “How have you been?” A question usually thrown into small talk so casually now felt incredibly heavy. 

“Awful,” Blaine said truthfully. If this was supposed to be a heart-to-heart, he might as well be honest. 

Kurt nodded, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “Me too.”

“Kurt, you must know how sorry I am. God, I am so sorry I don't think I will ever be able to say it enough for it to cover the severity of how much I mean it, but-” 

Blaine was sure his heart stopped when he felt Kurt's hand on his leg. “I know. I believe you,” Kurt said. “And I meant it when I said I wanted to forgive you. But it’s hard for me, Blaine. I thought I could trust you with my life and then you…”

Blaine flinched. “I know.” 

“But maybe we can talk about how we can move forward?” Kurt prompted. He actually looked hopeful.

Blaine bit his lip. He wanted to move forward, but he couldn’t do that without moving back for a bit. He took a deep breath to gather the courage to speak, “I would actually really like to tell you what happened and why I did what I did.” It came out faster than he had hoped, but he had said it. “I also want to explain how I felt when you-”

Kurt stiffened and retreated his hand. “You don't get to blame me for cheating, Blaine,” he said slowly. 

Blaine felt like he had been slapped in the face. Where did that come from? “I- I'm not blaming you. I just want to explain how I felt. I-”

Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head. “I don't wanna fight about this again.”

Blaine wanted to take Kurt's hand, as if touching him would make him understand, but he didn't. “I don't want to fight about this either, Kurt, but we never really fought about it in the first place. We never even talked about what happened… you just decided you didn't want to hear what I had to say and let me drown in guilt.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I made you feel guilty for cheating on me,” Kurt snapped and stood up from the bed. 

Blaine stared at Kurt. The fear and sadness he felt before, made room for frustration. “Kurt, you know that's not what I mean.. I- Can we please just talk about this? That's why you’re here right? To have a conversation?”

“I’m not going to listen to you just trying to defend yourself, Blaine.” His voice was cold and flat. 

Blaine started to feel the desperation rise in his chest. “You are not listening, Kurt.” He was forcing himself not to cry, though tears were burning in his eyes. 

Kurt pursed his lips and started walking to the door. He was leaving. “This was a mistake.“ 

But before Kurt could reach the door knob Blaine stood up. “Can you please just listen to me!?” Blaine snapped, tears finally falling. He didn't want to raise his voice. He didn't want to fight, but Kurt just wasn't hearing him. “This is a big part of the problem, Kurt! You don't listen to me. You don't want to hear what I have to say, but I just- I need to explain. Please just for once listen to me!” Kurt couldn’t leave now. Not again. 

And for the first time, Kurt was quiet. His eyes were spitting fire, but he was listening. He was finally listening.

Without taking so much as a breath, Blaine continued. He had held these feelings inside for so long, now that he had started, he couldn’t stop the words from pouring out. “Every time I try to talk to you, you shut yourself off. You ignore me, you change the subject or you get angry. And I am sick of it. If you want to give us another shot, even just as friends, I need to be able to share my part of the story as well. You don’t think I hate myself for what I did? I cried myself to sleep about it for weeks, Kurt. I am not trying to play the victim here, but do you even know why I cheated on you? Do you think I did it because I was horny and because you weren't around I just asked the first person that wanted to fuck me if I could come over? You really think that?” At this Kurt’s expression changed slightly. He still looked furious, but Blaine could see something else behind his eyes. 

“I felt so alone, Kurt. I was scared. I had convinced myself you didn't love me anymore and I couldn't even tell you any of this because I could never get a hold of you for longer than two minutes. And when you finally did have a second to spare we only ever talked about you, which only strengthened the feeling I had that I just wasn't important to you. I felt completely replaced. You didn't need me anymore.”

Blaine saw that the anger in Kurt’s eyes had subsided a little. He had a pained expression on his face now and had defensively wrapped his arms around his chest.

Blaine took a deep breath. He had thought about what he was going to say next, but he never dared to say it out loud before. “I- I think maybe subconsciously I cheated on you so that that would be the reason you didn’t want to be with me anymore… not because I wasn't good enough or because you had just… fallen out of love with me.” Saying it somehow felt worse than thinking it. “I also desperately wanted to feel like I meant something to someone again.” Tears were now falling down Blaine’s cheeks. He didn’t want to think about what he was about to say next, he knew it would hurt Kurt, but he had to tell him. He just had to. “So when this guy, Eli, added me on Facebook, I thought… I don’t know, I thought maybe I would feel better.” 

Kurt flinched. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away as if to block out what Blaine was saying.

Blaine continued, “Maybe it would numb this ache in me. Maybe this was the only way I could get you to care. Or maybe I just wanted to protect myself against the pain. But whilst I was doing it, it mostly felt like I was punishing myself. For what, I don't really know. I guess for being stupid enough to believe I would be important enough for you to want me around when you moved to New York. I still don’t fully understand why I did it. All I know is I was hurt, and panicking and confused. And then, right after I did it, I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life. It felt so wrong to be with someone else. I realised that no matter how bad things would've gotten between us, it was worth fighting for and I just threw it all away in a single night. The only thing I wanted was to undo what I did. And knowing that was impossible was the worst thing I've ever experienced.”

Blaine was dizzy. He felt such a deep-rooted all-consuming guilt. He knew it wasn't an excuse. The decision he had made on a whim in a state of panic had ruined the best thing he had. He had not only broken Kurt’s heart, but his own too. Being with someone else, giving his heart and body to a random guy so carelessly had made him feel sick. He felt gross and empty and he couldn’t even blame the guy he did it with because he didn't do anything wrong. He hadn't even known Blaine had a boyfriend. 

“I don’t know what I even expect from you, Kurt. I can’t ask for forgiveness. I understand if you decide you don't want anything to do with me, but just... I needed you to know. To understand maybe? I made the worst mistake of my life and I’ll never be able to undo what I did even though I would in a heartbeat.”

“I’m sorry.” Kurt's voice was so faint Blaine almost thought he had imagined it. 

“You- what?”

“I’m sorry,” Kurt repeated. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, Blaine. I- I had no idea.” 

Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes and saw that they were shining with tears. 

“I was so immersed in my new life. I was excited about everything that was going on in New York. I was making new friends and I am sorry I became blinded to how you were feeling. All when I promised you, you weren't gonna lose me. I promised and I failed you.” 

Blaine couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Never in a million years had he expected Kurt to apologise. He didn’t even know he needed to hear it until he did. “Kurt, I-”

“But you still hurt me, Blaine,” Kurt said, but there was no venom in his voice. Not anymore. “You broke my heart and my trust and I don't think I deserved what you did to me-”

“Of course you didn’t!”

“-But, I am glad you told me, and I’m sorry I didn’t listen when you needed me to hear you. I think I needed to hear this to move forward and try to forgive you. And I want to forgive you, Blaine, so bad, but I just… can’t. Not yet.” 

“I know.” It hurt to hear Kurt say that, but he knew he really couldn’t expect anything different. Kurt needed time. He needed to process everything Blaine had told him, but Blaine could wait. Even if he had to wait years for Kurt to fully forgive him, it would be worth it. “Can I…” Blaine hesitated. “Can I please hug you?” he dared to ask, hoping he wasn't pushing his luck. 

And then, before he knew it, Blaine was enveloped in Kurt’s arms. Completely taken aback, it took Blaine a second to register what was happening. He then slowly curled his arms around Kurt’s back and buried his face into Kurt's shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut and tears started falling again, and they kept falling until he was sobbing in Kurt's arms. 

Kurt squeezed him tight. He held Blaine close and rubbed his back as Blaine clung to him as if he needed it to survive. It had been almost three months since he had been able to hold Kurt and he didn't dare to let go, afraid Kurt might disappear if he did. Blaine heard Kurt sniffle next to his ear. He was crying too. 

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. The physical connection was like a godsend and the ache in Blaine's chest didn't feel as sharp anymore. Maybe, just maybe, the hole in his heart could finally start to heal. “Thank you,” he murmured into Kurt's shoulder when he had calmed down a bit, and then, “I love you." These last words said so softly they were barely audible as Blaine hardly dared to say them out loud at all.

They pulled apart and Kurt wiped the tears from his face with his hand. He gave Blaine a swift smile. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

“Are we ever gonna be okay again?”

“I hope so.”

[solaroppositesyaoi]

Hold on ,,, i kinda fell out of the fandom a while ago

Is Tervo canon now?? Like... earnest canon? Not just in that limbo between homophobic jokes and queerbaiting but like... Actual committed, loving relationship that they're both working on and they don't just sometimes kiss for laughs?

Because in that case i might start watching again

(I fell off just before the christmas special)

OH BOY ANON YOU JUST ACTIVATED MY AUTISM

So the short answer is yes though not 100% and I understand if that’s not what you’re looking for but if you have time you can listen to me go off:

So they pretty much do everything except stare directly at the audience and announce that their in a relationship but the show pretty much tells us they’re in relationship

We’ll start with the Christmas Special since you stopped there.

There’s only one “tervo” scene where Terry reveals he’s been practicing punching for Korvo’s Christmas present and they share a kiss which is the best kiss we’ve gotten from them.

It’s very sweet

Now onto s3

I’m linking my own video if you want to watch the scenes yourself but don’t worry I’m gonna break into them: link to video

There’s a lot of little things through out the season the word “husband” is thrown around a lot, in episode 2 Terry refers to Korvo as babe a personal fave of mine. There’s also huge implications they’re having sex with each other which you know helps.

The main episodes with the biggest Tervo moments are episode 3 The Pupas Big Day and episode 8 The Cubic Lattice Crystallizer

The Pupa’s Big Day features jealous Korvo in the best possible way (this is my personally favorite episode in the series by the way)

I don’t want to ruin the episodes for you but Terry is buddy buddy with a new character and it drives Korvo crazy. In the end the episode ends with with this line:

Tervo for the soul

The Cubic Lattice Crystallizer starts well with this:

After the fam goes on vacation and a few shenanigans happens until Terry and Korvo end up a museum of betrayals which features an animatronic of Korvo getting banged by Chris the red goobler

This sets off Terry who shows quite a bit a jealousy from the situation I’m not going to show it cause of tumblr’s nsfw rules but the animatronic says something along the lines

“I’m coming harder than I do with Terry”

The final scene I want to talk about come from the season finale The Fog of Pupa. Ms. Frankie reveals the cunnilingus Korvo gave her in the s2 finale and Terry give him this look:

It’s just screams Terry’s pissed at Korvo for this but why would he be if they weren’t in a relationship??

Outside that we have the Halloween special where it’s revealed Korvo gave Terry bj coupons for Valentines Day

Cute

Also found this excerpt article with Mike McMahan (here’s a link for the entire article)

In the s4 preview (youtube link) Terry pretty much is the sole reason Korvo is British now because it made him horny, he also calls Korvo sweetie in the clip.

We also have a Valentines episode to look forward too which a lot of people are speculating a tervo wedding as “something big” is suppose to happen to two characters hmmm…..

So are they in a relationship? I like to think so but I’m also autistic and a little insane and I eat up all the scraps they give me. Maybe I’m delusional but i feel there’s a ton of evidence here. If you think this is just queerbait material I understand but I think it’s pretty clear they’re in love with each other. Either way I can't wait for s4 and more tervo content for me to tear into and analyze the death.

Anyway thanks for sticking with me here and I hope this answered your question!

[respectthepetty]

Pet! It was the highs of the highs but also the lows of the lows 😭

How am I (we) supposed to wait a week?!?

I kept saying to myself, they're not going to do it to us. They're not. Not after MODC. They can't.

But I wasn't able to fully believe it.

But then I realised there is something I can trust.

Ai Di.

I don't have screenshots but in the preview for next week Ai Di is too calm. He's pouty. He would be much more rage-filled feral murder bunny if anything happened to Chen Yi like that. Especially after their *ahem* confessions. (Their 'father' is also too unaffected).

I have to trust that.

And I will hold your hand and help you trust that too 💛

DADDY! The only thing keeping me together is the existence of this scene.

Knowing that I will get this scene regardless of how episode 12 ended is what my last shred of hope is tightly hanging onto because this episode came for my entire life!

I was fucked up all day. Yoga? Useless! Grading? Fuck them kids! Gay Christmas? It happens every year LIKE CHEN YI AND EDDIE'S BIRTHDAY!

But much like you, I'm thinking Eddie looks annoyed and their dad/boss is looking . . .

smug? Like he is happy that his kids have finally worked it out?

But Daddy, I'm shocked that you of all people didn't mention THIS!

What are our two dads doing?! Are they behind some of this?! AND WHO WAS ZHANG TENG TALKING TO?!

Because this chick went "to the dumpster" to throw out the glass she broke

And somehow, a gun is being pulled.

If this is Zhang Teng's sister, our dads better not be in on it, and crying about this oversight.

That's all I know.

hold my hand, pet my head, tell me I'm pretty Chen Yi x Eddie will color match next episode

[patbworship]

Mod Introduction #2 (This is where it all began)

Hiii y’all! I’m @therealhayyhay and I’m one of the two co-mods of this blog. I’m not good with words, so I will try my best to introduce myself without being too short.

I am Mod Brain. If you call me Hay, I shall have to hurt you. I like participating in my school’s theater company and singing. If you know me from TikTok, you know I used to do Warner Siblings impressions. I don’t know if that will continue. I don’t have a plan as to what I want to pursue in life, but hopefully I’ll work it out.

I am somewhat new to the fandom, as I got into Animaniacs around July of last year. I’ve pretty much missed all the important events but I will not let that stop me! I’m not sure when I got into Pinky and The Brain but ever since I have, I’ve really loved them and everything about them.

I suppose I will also have to share some of my “favorite” episodes and songs as a result of a certain imbecile on the first mod introduction.

“Favorite” Eps:

- Napoleon Brainaparte

- The Pinky P.O.V

- Pinky and The Brain Christmas

- Welcome to the Jungle

- Robin Brain

- This old Mouse

- Brainwashed saga

- Project B.R.A.I.N

- That Smarts

- Das Mouse

(Not full list btw)

“Favorite” Songs:

- Brainstem

- Cheese Roll Call

- The Really Great Dictator

- Just Say Narf

- Most Animaniacs songs

Just like my partner, I am also excited for what this blog may bring and what the future holds for our plans toward it. I don’t know what I’m exactly going to post, but I hopefully find out!

Thank you for reading and I hope you’ll enjoy the content that will appear here sometime!

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update!

Ha ha... Walmart made a liar out of me. I was there not even a week or two ago, and they had no Jungle Pups toys, whatsoever. I stopped in today, and look at what they're finally stocking on their shelves! The selection was quite small, however. They just had the Deluxe Elephant vehicle, the Marshall & Skye set, and the Chase & Tracker set. For the usual-sized vehicles, they only had Rubble's and no one else's.

You know, when the Mighty Movie toys slowly trickled in, I recall my stores only got Rubble at first, too. What's up with that? It's like they expect his merch to fly off shelves, so they always stock it first. I wonder how true that is...?

The "Deluxe Elephant Vehicle" is certainly the star attraction this time around. Unless I'm mistaken, Marshall's the only one to get one of these larger vehicles, so way to go, spotted one! To be honest, outside of Tracker, I'd say he might've had the second-biggest presence in Jungle Pups, which after season 9, I was very glad to see.

...Which makes it all the more a shame that Nickelodeon USA shoved all of the episodes out in less than a week here. I really wish they'd taken their time with this subseries. :(

In any case, this thing's trunk is supposed to launch plastic water balls (three are included), which is pretty neat. You can place the unused ones in that tube on top, and I believe you can press a button somewhere to release a little latch to have the next water ball roll into place to get launched. There's also a container on the back where you can store them. The driver's seat has the usual clip so the Marshall figurine won't fall out, though I sometimes dread using those, as I'm always afraid it might scratch the paint on the figurine. 😅

Overall, I'd say it's pretty cool! Hopefully the kids will like it, too.

Next, the "Marshall, Skye & Elephant" set. As I mentioned before, there's another set just like this, except it has Chase, Tracker and a tiger. Admittedly, I wish they'd included Chase and Marshall together. Skye fans would've been happy with Tracker, right? lol

Similar to the vehicle above, the elephant also launches a projectile, although this one's more of a splat of water. Also, I compared the two figurines of Marshall, and they're virtually identical... save for his pup pack being yellow and there's less silver paint. They didn't always used to do that, but I think, ever since the pandemic, they've been cutting costs by just using the same mold and painting them a little differently. I'm not sure how to feel about that. 😅

That's it for the Jungle Pups toys for now. Marshall also has a smaller, more traditionally-sized vehicle, but my Walmart didn't get any in yet. Naturally, I hope to add that at some point... and any mini-figurines, plush dolls and/or True Metals, if they end up making any. Currently, I've no idea if those are coming or not. No doubt the Jungle Pups line of merchandise won't be as big as what came before it.

But while this is all I have to show of Jungle Pups... I've got one more item recently that I'm especially happy to finally own!

Behold! A Christmas ornament of Marshall's hat! As some of you might remember, or if you recall the Daily Marshall Pic I posted last Christmas (click here to see it again, as I hand-drew the strand and animated the lights myself and I'm still rather proud of it), the TV series actually featured this ornament in one of its episodes! Season 7's "Pups Save a Bah-Humdinger", to be precise (which aired back in 2020). They made some of them into actual ornament soon after, and I've been trying to get a hold of one for a few years now.

...However, they only ever showed up on Amazon, and they only sold Marshall's ornament in a set with Chase and Skye's ornaments (pic below). I kept hoping they'd sell them separately, so I waited and waited for them to show up either in stores or on Ebay. Strangely, no such luck. The only option was Amazon.

However, over time, the price started to drop more and more. They started around $23, and they recently dropped to around $12. I figured why not finally go for it, especially since a relative of mine was able to get me free shipping through her Prime membership. I wasn't sure if I was going to get the one I was looking for, as a review stated that when they bought the set, the only got one. Fortunately, they sent me all three, so that made me happy.

...Except they used bubble wrap to ship them, and Marshall's ornament arrived broken. The part on top, with the yellow ball and mistletoe (?), had snapped off, due to it being rather thin and all. Still, a little super glue fixed it right up, so it's practically good as new. It's disappointing that happened, but hey, I'm glad I finally have it. :)

And that's all for now! Geez, I didn't mean to type so much in this post. I'm a bit long-winded, huh? Ha, I guess I don't know the meaning of the word "brevity". To wrap things up, hopefully my stores will get the other vehicles in soon enough, and anything else of Jungle Pups that's yet to come. I'll let you all know what I find!

[ladysophiebeckett]

That's so sad that we know more about Marcello's family than Gabriel's. Like can they give us some backstory.

well actually we know quite a lot about gabriel's background it's just it's scattered throughout the seasons, where as with marcello they tell us a lot about him in two episodes so that we're caught up quickly on what is otherwise a brand new character. remember we've only met him 5 episodes ago versus gabriel who we've had for 40.

we know fm s1 that he's from normandy, that he grew up on a farm in brione and that his family pulled together so they could send him to culinary school in paris. and i think in s2 alfie tells emily that gabriel used to peel potatoes for his uncle as a kid. a lot of gabriel's identity is tied to normandy and his family and his dream of sharing food fm that region with the world (well paris to be exact). he's mostly inspired by his grandmother, gigi, who we get to meet in 3x10. and even names his restaurant after her. so she's a big deal.

but i do feel like some of that was retconned bc in 4x06 he says he doesn't have much family, as the excuse for why he was spending christmas with camille's family. okay so....who was running that farm and how did u pay for culinary school in paris???

so that's annoying.

throughout the show we've seen some family members here and there--gigi, sylvie's husband, sylvie's mother, nicola's father and brother--i assume next season we'll finally meet mindy's dad and her hashing it out with him. im crossing my fingers we finally get to meet emily's parents. but im not holding my breath.

back to gabriel tho, bc they love reminding us he's from normandy im really hoping that next season we see him to go normandy. i want that man so depressed he goes home and we see his family make him get his shit together. bc he was supposed to go back in at the end of s1 and it was bc of emily and antoine's deal that he stayed in paris. however way u look at it, it's bc of emily that he has a michelin star to begin with. if it hadn't been for her, meeting her--he wouldn't have achieved his dream so quickly. and also i want see grandmother gigi talk about how much she didnt like camille.

[girl-next-door-writes]

My Mother Will Start To Worry

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader 

Summary: Just some cute domestic style fluff with the lovely Mr. Steven Grant. 

Word Count: 1173 words 

Prompt: #10: A and B bake/cook together. 

“Are you sure about this love?” Steven asked for the tenth time since you had bustled into his kitchen carrying a large variety of bags.  

“I am certain about this. Look, I know you don’t want to be a bother, that you hate feeling a burden, but this will be fun, and I WANT to do this for you. So, get that cute arse of yours into this kitchen and help me figure out what I’ve got for which recipe. I’ve not made any of these yet, so they might turn out totally crap, but that’s part of the fun.” You gave him a bright smile and he found his feet moving of their own volition.  

Steven picked up the pile of papers you’d placed on the counter, raising an eyebrow as he fought to hold back his own smile. You were always so thoughtful and the warm, fuzzy feeling he got when you were around was rather addictive. Of course, you would have gone out of your way to include him in little things, that was just the kind of person you were.  

It had been a few days ago, the two of you sitting on your sofa watching old episodes of The Great British Bake Off. Steven had felt the most relaxed he’d ever been in his life, snuggled into the cushions and chuckling at all your little comments on the bakes.  

“I bet that tastes gorgeous! I mean, just look at how good that gingerbread tree looks!” You had enthused. 

“I wouldn’t know, not like it’s vegan, is it.” He’s shrugged, totally unaware of you now staring at him as he carried on watching the program. It wasn’t a big deal to him, he was used to not having things, but you were floored by this revelation.  

Of course, you knew gingerbread wasn’t vegan what with the eggs and stuff, it just had never really occurred to you how many treats you took for granted that you couldn’t share with the sweet man sat beside you. Memories of baking with your family surfaced, and you realised that Steven possibly never had that, and that made you feel so sad.  

That’s why you had landed at his place late this morning with a whole host of things for baking a vegan sweet feast. Not that you had any idea how it would turn out, or if the recipes you’d found online were any good, you just wanted to give Steven an experience.  

“Okay, so you’ve got orange and cranberry cookies, pinwheel cookies, gingerbread?” His head shoot up and he looked at you with confused surprise.  

“Yeah, I found a vegan gingerbread and thought we could make gingerbread men. If it goes really well then, we could maybe attempt a gingerbread house next year.” You hummed as you lined up ingredients, completely unaware of the affect your words had on Steven.  

You had just implied that you would be spending next Christmas together, and his heart was doing flips. You saw a future with him? He’d hoped you did, but to have it confirmed in such a casual manner, as if he should already know, had him practically vibrating with happiness.  

“I’ve also got one there for a chocolate cake too. I thought it would be nice for us to have some desserts we can share, you know?” You looked over the kitchen counter at him and tilted your head a little, unable to decipher the expression on his face.  

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s- that’ll be...” He couldn’t form complete sentences, his mind still on the fact that you wanted to stay, that you intended to stay, and that you were finding ways to intertwine your lives.  

An hour later and the kitchen looked like a bombsite. There were mixing bowls and spoons and pans everywhere, but neither of you noticed the mess as you were too busy trying to follow the recipe for the chocolate cake.  

“Okay, but when it says ‘a large avocado’ does that mean all of it?” 

“Well, that’s what it says.” 

“But does it mean ‘all’ of it or just the insides?” You frowned at the piece of paper once more. This was supposed to be an easy one, but it was definitely far from it.  

“Let’s go with the flesh, the insides. I think that should be okay.” Steven looked at you with a hopeful smile.  

“Okay, you keep mixing and I’ll sort the avocado.” You nodded, grabbing a kitchen knife. “You know, I would never in a million years thought of putting avocado in a cake.”  

“Well, after this you might never do it again. Might taste bloody awful.” Steven chuckled, watching you with such tenderness. In all honesty, he didn’t care what it tasted like, he was enjoying the process and the experience of baking together.  

It was early evening by the time everything was done, washed up and packed away. On the kitchen counter sat a plate with a rather gooey looking chocolate cake, a cooling tray of slightly burnt orange and cranberry cookies, and a tub of hideous looking pinwheel cookies whose colours had all ran together creating rather a horrific effect of a frog in a blender rather than beautiful Christmassy swirls. The two of you were lounging on the sofa, a plate of tiny gingerbread men on the table in front of you.  

“You’ve got flour in your hair.” you giggled as Steven’s cheeks flushed red and he ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to look more presentable. “The salt and pepper look suits you.” 

“Oh yeah, the looking like a prat thing does it for you, does it?” He chuckled, trying not to freeze as you reached over and ran your fingers through his unruly curls.  

“You don’t look like a prat. More like a badger.” You smirked, now satisfied you’d brushed the white powder from his locks.  

“If I was a badger then I’d be hibernating, so you wouldn’t have to be worrying about vegan anything. Then again, if I was a badger, I’d have a hard time being vegan.” He frowned.  

“You are adorable, you know that?” You leaned in and kissed his cheek before he could even register your movements.  

“Yeah, well, gotta be something, right? Not like I’m a baker.” He watched you lean over and pick up a gingerbread, biting it’s head off and chewing thoughtfully.  

“I don’t know. I think with a bit of practice you might get a Paul Hollywood handshake.”  

Steven wasn’t as convinced, but he appreciated your encouragement. Perhaps the two of you could do more things like this together, things he’d never really attempted on his own. It definitely made it more fun to have a partner. That word seemed to float around in his chest. Partner. Whatever you two had, you hadn’t put a label on it, but he was rather hopeful you might.  

“Hey! Don’t eat ‘em all!” He pouted playfully, reaching over for a gingerbread. This was certainly something he could get used to.  

[calciumcryptid]

CalciumWatches: Never Let Me Go Episode One

This is a very dramatic opening.

Oh, hello daddy issues. That was quick. Not even a minute in.

Nueng: I understand I am not as important to my dad as his work is. // Mom: I'm glad you understand him. :) // Me: Wow.

The father does look punchable. I hope he gets punched.

Eighteen and already put to work. Damn. Rip Nueng.

His father is setting me aflame with anger.

There is going to be an arranged marriage sub-plot isn't there? I can sense it.

Oh, so the father has someone to carry his umbrella but his wife and son have to carry their own? I see how it is.

At least he is self-aware about being a shit dad.

Hmm, that is a suspicious amount of women in the cast. My arranged marriage plot line senses are tingling.

Oh, daddy dearest is dead? I said punched, not shot.

Damn. Okay. Wow. What???

Hmm, the intro is not helping my arranged-marriage senses.

His father JUST died, give the kid two seconds.

Since his father is out of the picture, can I be his step-parent? Nueng, no offense, but your mother is hot.

Oh good, I have a name for his mother. Hellooo Tanya.

The hottest woman, even though she is probably going to cause some mommy issues.

Who is this mysterious man? Men?

Sleeveless Pond, save me. Save me sleeveless Pond.

There is nothing hotter than a person in a white tank top.

I see Palm is a dramatic bitch. Lovely.

DAD???

NOT THE WHITE SHOES- I see you rich brat.

Oh, the pseudo-uncle is going to die.

Damn. No friends. Friendless.

I wonder if there is going to be a secondary couple in this.

I think I am supposed to be paying attention to the music club leader dude's obvious fat crush, but I am too distracted by the Christmas tree.

Oh, there is going to be some homoerotic shooting lessons aren't there?

Palm!

There is something up with Uncle Chanon. :/

Interesting first meeting.

Is one of the problems an arranged marriage (please say no).

Oh, Palm is smitten. You can't convince me otherwise.

[ Ad from where Legal Site got the Episode: Wait, hold on. When did this come out? 2022? When did KinnPorsche come out? Also 2022. That explains why I got a MileApo jumpscare (affectionate). ]

Nueng, why are you holding a gun? We both know you can't use it.

Right into the pool, standing close and awkward while on is half-naked. This is a bizarre thing to do with a man you met like not even twenty-four hours ago.

Oh, so Pond has the kicked puppy look patented.

Once again, bizarre thing to say to a guy you met not even twenty-four hours ago.

Oh, yay, Palm is having fun! Get that bag.

Nueng, why are you lurking?

Palm, why are you following?

Okay Boys Love. I am pretty sure the logistics of that happening are not in the narrative's favor. It is very funny, they both have a startled dog look but like Palm may naturally put his hand there but their bodies are not-

Sorry Nueng, I'm fairly sure you have a dog now.

Oh, the real uncle(?) emerges.

Tanya is a queen. I want her carnally.

Uncle Kit, as in fox kits?

Uncle Kit, that is a bizarre thing to say.

He isn't going to try and marry Tanya is he?

Oh that kid who followed him earlier is probably his son, isn't it? He wants to take over the business and have his son in line? Damn.

NOT THE FATHERS DAY EVENT! FOUL! VILE! EVIL SERIES!

Already offering to catch you, what a nice man.

That is like three boys love too close shots in one episode??? Damn.

I take it back, Nueng's father seemed absent but nice.

Oh damn, he was shot on his birthday. My brain skipped over that detail.

Oh, Nueng has a brain. Lovely. When are his braincells held hostage?

How am I suppose to feel about Nueng's dad? I can't tell.

That is the fourth time they've gotten very close together. Magnets.

Wait, no, this is so sad. Why is Nueng's request Palm being his friend? What is with these sad businessman, when I am I going to get a happy businessman? (Well, I guess Kinn was happy but in the dark romantic comedy way.)

Thanks dad for drafting me into being your boss son's bodyguard.

Hello Chopper, can't wait to meet you. I bet you are evil.

The face Nueng pulled when Ben got closer to him in the preview. I love this one specific face Phuwin makes. It is amazing.

[janicho88]

Operation Christmas Couple: Decorating Day Timestamp

Pairing- Jensen, x Female!Reader

Word count- 1,788

Warnings- Some language

A/N-   I signed up for Christmas Bingo in hopes of getting the writing flowing.   Other obstacles worked against me, and this is the only square that will be filled.  This isn’t beta’d, all mistakes are mine, and it was just written today.  @spnchristmasbingo​ square filled Listening to Christmas Music

Summary- It’s season 8 now, but for the purpose of this fic some of the characters made earlier season appearances than they actually did on the show. This is the second Timestamp for Operation Christmas Couple.  This one takes place a little over a month after the Weekend in Dallas Timestamp.  

Series Masterlist

Jensen walks in the door of your shared apartment after a long day on set, and groans as he hears the “12 Days of Christmas,” coming from somewhere in the apartment. He’s thankful when he hears something about the 8th day, at least it doesn’t have that much longer to go.

“Hey Babe, I’m home,” he calls out while setting his bag down on the counter and taking his phone out of his coat pocket.

“Welcome home, I’m in the living room.”

He follows the sound of you singing along to the music and finds you decorating the Christmas tree in the corner of the room.

“I thought you wanted to get a bigger tree this year?” he asks.

“We can use this little guy here, and get a bigger one at the house in Texas.”

“Two trees to put up and two to take down, great,” he mutters to himself.

“What was that?  I didn’t catch it.”

“Nothing, nothing.  Tree looks…” he pauses to actually look at the little white tree now.  “Why are those things sticking out of it?”

“The picks?” you ask, holding one up.

“Yeah, those.”

“Requirements for a Whoville themed tree.  How was set today?”

“Fine, everything was in the bunker today.”

You weren’t working as much this week, Ali, was supposed to be up visiting Donna and Jody.  This current episode was more focused on the brothers.  You were okay with that, it gave you time to work on decorating the apartment for Christmas. 

“Isn’t it a little early to be putting up Christmas decorations?”

“No.  If it had my way they would have gone up Sunday when we were home,” you respond before going back to singing along with the Grinch song.

“Monday was Halloween.  I thought we should get past that first,” your boyfriend replies with a shake of his head. “I’m going to go take a shower while you play with the tree.”

“Okay.  Have fun!”

He hears you chuckle as he walks away, what was that about?”

He strips in the bedroom, and walks into the ensuite bathroom and freezes.  That’s what your laugh was about.  With a shake of his head he pulls back the shower curtain to turn on the water.  Taking another look around while he waits for the water to heat up.  He can still hear you singing along to the Grinch song in the other room and smirks when he thinks about how fitting it is.  When the water has warmed up, Jensen steps on the new mat, and pulls the new shower curtain back before stepping in.

Dried off and dressed in sweats, the first thing your boyfriend notices when he steps out the bedroom is that the “12 Days of Christmas” is playing again.  Great, you must have restarted the playlist on your Ipod.  He bypasses the living room and heads to the kitchen.  

“What do you want to do for dinner?” he calls out.

“I made stew, it shouldn’t be much longer.  Will you turn on the oven for the biscuits?”

“Sure.”

He turns on the oven, then moves to the sink to wash his hands before opening the package of biscuits sitting on the counter. He stops when he notices the items next to the sink. With a sigh he regrets ever bringing up you turning the apartment into Whoville last year.  He leaves the drying items alone and continues on.  After the tray of biscuits is set in the oven, he turns back to you in the living room.  

You’ve left the tree itself alone and seem to be placing items around the tree now.  He has to wonder just how crazy you are going to go when you start decorating the house in Austin.   Unfortunately, he is aware of the numerous deliveries that have been dropped off from Hobby Lobby already and he is slightly worried. 

Jensen makes his way over to the couch, but finds it covered in full shopping bags, and empty delivery boxes. 

“Please tell me these bags are ones you already had, not something new you bought.”

He turns, catching you biting your bottom lip.

“Um, yeah.  Bought that stuff ages ago,” you reply without looking at him.

“Liar.”

Turning around he sees the guilty look on your face. “I may have met Bri and Kim for lunch today.”

“Is your lunch in one of these bags?”

“Lunch may have led to some shopping.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Eh, probably not.”

Shaking his head, Jensen clears a spot on the couch and sits down. Against his better judgment he starts to open a bag.  He stops when he realizes what it is you’re singing.

“Why does this song keep repeating?  Is your Ipod broken?”

“No, there are only 2 songs on this playlist, and I have it on repeat.”

“Yeah, no.  I can’t handle these two over and over again.”  

With another groan Jensen gets back up and heads over to the speaker to turn the other Christmas playlist he knows you have on instead.  He hits shuffle and starts to walk away as “On the first day of Christmas,” comes over the speaker. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”  Turning around he moves to switch it to the next song.

Next to the tree, you are doing your best not to laugh.  When “Baby it’s Cold Outside,” begins to play, your boyfriend moves back to the couch.  Grabbing a bag he pulls out the first item.  Max’s head and parts of the Grinch are the first things he notices.  But he’s not sure what exactly it’s supposed to be.

“What are you doing with this thing?”

You have to turn around to look at him, “oh!  That’s a lifesize Grinch and Max.”

“Great.  Are you sure we need it?”

“I had to order it.  It’s non-returnable.  I thought we could put it on the outside of the apartment door.”

“How ‘bout we don’t?”

“Why not?”

“We don’t need to decorate out in the hallway.  Let’s keep the crazy inside.  I mean decorations.”

“It’s either them or the Grinch wreath.”

He starts looking around to see how bad that looks.

“It’s in one of the bags,” you tell him.

“Do we really need all this stuff?  Can some of it go back?”

“I can’t return the decorations,” you tell him.  Even if that isn’t the truth.  “But I can return the bag from Victoria Secret’s that’s around here somewhere.”

“No, no, that bag doesn’t have to go back.  What else do we have here?”  He pulls out a picture of the Grinch in a wreath that says, ‘Merry Grinchmas.’  “This thing?”

“No, that’s a picture.  I thought we could hang that on the wall over there.” Vaguely pointing behind you, you finish arranging around the tree.  “Okay, I’m done.  What do you think?”  You move away so Jensen has a clear view of the tree and surrounding area.

He knows better than to say what he really wants to, so he puts on a smile and tells you, “looks great babe.  Just like Whoville.”

“Thanks, I thought so too.  And these boxes turn.  Each side has something different on it.”

“Amazing.”  He takes a closer look, “Did you really find a Grinch tree skirt?”

“I couldn’t find one I liked.  So I bought a tablecloth with the Grinch characters on it and folded it up for a tree skirt.”  You seem so proud of yourself for that, he just nods and smiles at you.

“I think I forgot to set the oven timer.  I’m going to check the biscuits and grab a drink.  Or two.”

Grabbing a bottle of his favorite liquor, he pours himself a shot before checking on the oven.  Pulling out the tray, he shuts the oven off before going back over to you.  By now you have the bag emptied and he sees the wreath you must have been talking about, another small picture, a stuffed Grinch and Max sitting in a bowl, and a table sign.

“And this is only the apartment,” he sighs. 

He takes another look at the tree, and does have to smile, it is definitely unique.  Turning around, Jensen watches you taking things off of the corner shelf in the kitchen now.  He waits for you to come back to grab something from the living room, but you never do.  Listening to “Jingle Bells” play in the background he sits back down.  A few minutes later you tell him that dinner is ready and he comes back out to the kitchen.   Expecting to see an empty shelf where you had been working, he’s surprised to see it filled with other items you must have been hiding somewhere else. 

He pours the two of you drinks, while you dish up the stew and talk about your plans for the rest of the place.  Honestly, he would rather not know, so he pretends to listen and just nods along.  When you are finished talking, he just says it sounds great.

“What do you want to do for the rest of the evening?” you inquire.

“I didn’t have any plans.  Is there something you would like to do?”

“How about a movie?”

 “Sure, sounds good.”

“Great, I’m in the mood to watch the Grinch after all this.”

He should have seen that coming, Jensen thinks to himself.  “Uh, yeah, sure.”  

“Awesome, I just have a few things left to hang, then we can start it.”

Leaving your boyfriend to clean up the kitchen, you get back to decorating.  Since Jensen didn’t want the lifesize cutouts on the hallway door, you decide to put them on the glass balcony door.  At least this way you can enjoy them more.  The felt Grinch wreath goes on the apartment door.

Cleaning up the bags, Jensen is sitting on the couch pulling up the DVR.  “Babe, I don’t see the movie on here anywhere,” he calls out to you, knowing fully well that he deleted it a few months back.

“No, I looked for it the other day and couldn’t find it either.  It must have been deleted,” you call back.

If you know, is this a trap to get him to admit he deleted it?  “So, do you want to watch something else?”

“No.”

He checks for the movie on demand and he can’t find it, he passes that information on to you.  “Might need to pick a different movie.”  

“No need.  I bought it while I was out with the girls today.  Now I can take it to work and watch it in the trailer, too.”

“Oh good,” he says outloud.  In his head Dean is screaming, “son of a bitch,” and stomping his foot. 

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supernatural s7e14 plucky pennywhistle's magic menagerie (w. andrew dabb, daniel loflin)

(from the recap) i love baby sam's "and apparently clowns kill!" response to dean's "planes crash" phobia justification

oh is this a christmas episode? aired in february. ok

DEAN I hope he finds something quick. This whole protocol du jour thing's really creeping my cheese.

that's some kind of expression

SAM So, we got dick on Dick? DEAN That's a vivid way of putting it.

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SAM ...I might have found something over in Kansas. DEAN All right, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simple rules, okay? No babies. SAM smiles. DEAN In fact, no baby mamas. No bars. No booze – no hot chicks of any kind. SAM Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say – DEAN Hey. You spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool.

no booze? yeah right, my dude. gotta sell that fake beer brand

the sideburns heard me and staged a comeback

DEAN Plucky's. Why does that sound familiar? NANNY Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie? Pizza chain for kids. Actually, more for lazy parents.

was that a, "ah yes now i remember dad dumping us there" moment or what. is this the clown phobia origin story?

yo, this reminds me of my favorite book when i was like, middle schoolish age, sphere by michael crichton. i wrote him a letter for a project asking about the ending of the book. sadly, did not get a response. anyway. manifested thoughts/fears after you went inside it. a giant squid was involved. childhood fear from 20,000 leagues under the sea. does entering the chuck e cheese knockoff do it

ok.

oh, so it wasn't dad dumping them there, it was dean!

SAM (on phone) Uh, you would dump me and go trolling for chicks. DEAN (on phone) It's not like I left you in jail. I mean, those places are supposed to be fun. SAM (on phone) Fun? Uh, they're lame. And they smell like puke. And the ice cream is all grainy.

still ridiculous but cute. i will take lighthearted bickering and teasing any way i can get it. and padalecki's over the top acting seriously freaked out and nervous while also pretty nonsensical, i will take

alSO. retroactively irritated about calling a place like this for "lazy parents". i have 3 kids (they're 9, 7 and 5 years old) and hoo boy. non-parents being judgey about parenting lol

here's a niche one, another because i've seen it so many times i remember person. very small part on the killing

the killing s2e5 jennifer spence as eve

insufferable perky child self, wouldn't think he was all "i don't know why i'm doing anything anymore" last episode

DEAN Cops have a theory? SAM Yeah, they think the ball washer did it. DEAN The what? SAM The... ball washer. DEAN [smiling] The what? SAM The ball – SAM holds up his hands in frustration.

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DEAN "Shark Week," man. How do you not watch that? SAM walks away. DEAN Whole week of sharks.

shark week is another thing i've seen enough in fic and assumed it was fanon :) the canon is so plentiful, don't even need fanon

cringing my way through this over the top goofy plucky's employee interrogation sequence.

dean/jackles laughing is so sincere like he couldn't get out the line, adorable. terribly endearing this whole interaction. reminds me when dean was trying to convince himself he was having more fun being with cas and no sam

from s5e3 free to be you and me: CASTIEL What's so funny? DEAN Oh, nothing. Whoo. It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. It's been more than a long time. Years.

lot of good brother moments this episode and mild to moderate cringing. i'll take it

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