#i wish i made something for christmas

[bujlililu]

No special art for the occasion (had time but I procrastinated). Still...

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone! Hope you're all doing well and taking care of yourselves!

Forest by @julia-jck (he's so cool, I hope I did him justice)

[wishchip106]

he’s gaming

[necrotic-nephilim]

as an apology for being gone for a month, have a uquiz i spent a week making! pls feel free to reblog with which character you got, i worked way too hard on this silly little thing. there are eight different characters you can get that are varying levels of unknown, with comic recommendations for each character <3

[hurglewurm]

ah that holiday depression

[invertedspoon]

merry crisis

(based on this image)

[flavia-draws]

tia in the clouds

[wuhuha]

I've been a good frog and done my christmas cleaning today. Now only the anxiety and stress of buying gifts for every family member is left.

Ho-Ho.

[seventh-district]

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[mildmayfoxe]

made banana chocolate chip pancake & slathered em in butter & my mom’s homemade red currant jelly & also homemade smoked maple syrup

[lpsgirl109]

I would absolutely love for at least one of my friend groups to completely go all out for me for my birthday. The way girls at school get huge sashes and gift baskets from their friends. I've never really had that. I've never really had a group of friends band together to do something super special for my birthday aside from getting on call with my two best besties to play roblox. Which i guess is a bit disheartening because I've organized stuff like this for several people. I've put together calls so we could all sing happy birthday to someone and celebrate with them. Hell, not even a birthday celebration, but i once organized a going away party with my entire friend group for one of our friends who was moving to another state, because i loved them i wanted to them to know they'd be loved and missed by us. It would be nice to be on the receiving end of that but also it feels really silly to just Ask my friends to plan something special for me cause 1. Those are supposed to be surprises 2. I know it is My birthday and I have every right want to be treated like the center of the universe but I still feel very selfish asking people Hey can you make this day all about me and put effort into it please. Also it feels less genuine when people have to be Asked to celebrate me yknow. Idk maybe the realization that I'm turning 18 years old is finally fully kicking and that's what's got me down lately but man. For my birthday I really just want to know that I'm loved and wanted and not a nuisance that pisses people off every time I open my mouth

[cookinguptales]

it's come up a few times lately and at least two people said "I WISH YOU TOLD ME" so like okay fine I'll say it

the biggest reason I haven't talked about My Issues With Fanart is because I worry it might hurt someone's feelings?? even though I swear it has nothing to do with anything personal or any real metric of quality.

the fact of the matter is that I've got a very visual mind, and even when I write fic, I am basically just describing the movie I see in my head. when art doesn't match up with what's in my head, I get a weird sense of... dissonance? I don't like it, lmao. and yeah, it tends to be stronger with live-action canons.

so when it comes to art I do like, it's usually either just like what I see in my head (rare!!) or so far away that I'm not really thinking of them in the same way at all. so I tend to like things that either match my internal picture or things that are highly stylized and VERY different from what I see in my head. everything else falls into like... I want to say the emotion is kind of like uncanny valley...? just a subtle wrongness that makes me uncomfortable.

that said, again, this is absolutely a me thing!! and not any slight against any artist. even work that is objectively great can hit me kind of weird for no apparent reason. it's like... idk, having textural sensitivities with food. (also a thing I struggle with sometimes.) a food can be super delicious and everyone loves it and even YOU love most things about it but there's somethin that just. your brain is like "nngh'. lmao

so then someone asked me if that means I don't like getting fanart or art as gifts and see, this is the part I was afraid of. making anyone feel like those efforts weren't appreciated. because they are!!! I feel like someone making a thing with me in mind, no matter what it is, is always gonna turn me into

this lil guy

and if I inspired it!!! even more so!!! what a thing to inspire someone to create!!! I cry!!!

truthfully speaking, I've only ever seen art inspired by one of my fics that completely lined up with what I saw in my head once and that moment was like fucking magic and I cried a little lmao. but no, art that was made with me or my work in mind doesn't get processed by my brain the same way because all I see is rainbows honestly lmao. you could send me stick figures and I would be like "baby!!"

(and all of you have created far nicer than stick figures ;;)

so if I'm not reblogging some random piece of wwdits fanart that comes up on my dash -- well okay the top reason is probably that I didn't see it, I have terrible adhd. but the SECOND reason is that it scratched my brain weird even though it's very nice. the reason is pretty much never because I don't like it and I don't like you and I think art belongs in the dumpster. :')

but that's kind of what I worry I sound like when I talk about fanart so I just don't. do it. ._.

[leftoversludge]

argggghhhhhhhuuuhhhhhhhggghhhh

[nickbutnodick]

im actually a great person sometimes and i think i dont give myself enough credit for that.

[uwudonoodle]

If you're sick of the generic Christmas songs you've been forced to listen to while shopping, I made a playlist of some more unique songs.

[lucygraysboy]

“yeah, home. i was home, not in the capitol. do you really think someone like me belongs in the capitol? ” shaking his head, he can tell that she’s lost her mind and can’t be reasoned with. he doesn’t really argue with her only because he doesn’t think she’s capable of abandoning her delusions. maybe after she’s had some food and much needed rest, she will be able to understand that they’re virtual strangers. he’s not some cruel, wicked man from the past. “birds and deer sound like a good companion, but bears? do they stop by to have porridge with you in the morning?” he lightly teases, not taking anything she says seriously. “oh, i see.” his features soften and become more sympathetic, figuring her mama must no longer be here which is why the dress has so much sentimental value. “it’s a beautiful dress. i’ll help you change into something else and… well, we could try to wash it and restore it to its glory,” he offers with a smile, watching her dip her fingertip in the jar with such caution that it makes his heart pang. something horrible must have happened to her in that arena to make her lose all faith in humanity. “i wish i had something to remind me of my mom. she was always so kind and sweet, smelled like roses. the rebels killed her.” maybe this could be the thing they will bond over, he thinks, waiting a moment longer before wiping the medicine off his arm. he’s tempted to put on a show and pretend it is indeed poison, but has a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate his sense of humor. “i don’t really like corpses, but to each their own,” billy sighs, rolling the sleeve of his sweater back down and standing up. he walks over to where she’s keeping her clothes, deciding to find her a pair of socks or tights, a clean, dry skirt and a blouse. it feels like he’s invading her privacy in a way, but she’s given him the green light, right? he glances over his shoulder just to make sure she’s still okay with him going through her things. does she also fear water? “is the water too hot? it’s definitely not poisoned or anything, i promise. you can keep ‘em in for a minute longer. it’ll help you warm up.” and scrub. has no one taught her how to scrub her feet? but he doesn’t say these words, doesn’t want to be mean to the person who’s clearly been to hell and back.

"well, you had to of gone somewhere." and back to district twelve to voluntarily live out his life being a peacekeeper wasn't in his agenda, she's very aware on that. he definitely did go back to the capitol and the gaul woman did something funky to his brain. "a few months. my only friends have been the bears, birds and deer." she mumbles in an annoyed voice, but gladly would been happy to kept it that way. "it was my mama's. since you've gone and went forgotten. i wear it when i miss her. but it ain't goin' to be much of a rainbow if i keep stainin' it..." words trail off gloomily as lucy gray peers down at her lap, her hands tenderly smoothing over the ruffles. and one or two of the ruffles is ripped, she'd like to find something to at least stitch it back together. face lifts back up on the pot he offers and then onto his face, studying all the familiar features of it for a second, just finding it odd to stare at him with darker hair. makes her want to back away a little more from him each time, even if he's so oddly being nice to her. makes the skepticism inside her not trust it even more.

"i figured a corpse would make you happy." hers, at least. dipping her finger in iodine, it's not melting her skin yet. then lucy gray is quickly smearing it across his offered arm, only dipping her finger into it in the first place because he does offer his arm.

"why, you of course." for shooting mayfair. for lying to her. for shooting at her. dipping her feet into the water, she only lets them sit for a second before moving them away and then letting her wet tiptoes sit on the wooden floorboard.

[yours-the-author]

I went to work this morning and the radio played "All I Want for Christmas is You" twice in a row. So. That was a start to my morning.