#is this Christmas? by the wombats

[thewolvesof1998]

🌲 name your 5 favourite christmas songs and pass this on to a blog you love 🌲

Hi love!!!!!

Gurl I have a whole Christmas playlist that’s six hours long this is the perfect ask for me (but also the worst because I it was so hard to choose):

1. I want a hippopotamus for Christmas by Gayla Peevey - this was easy because when I first heard this song like 5 years ago I knew it was going to be an all-time favourite.

2. Mele Kalikimaka by Bill Crosby and the Andrew Sisters (but I quite like the Kasey Musgraves cover)- again I heard this song five years ago and I'd never heard a Christmas song about warm Christmas which is what I grew up with.

3. I don't know what Christmas is (but Christmas time is here) by Old 97's- This is a new love, It was made for the Marvel Guardians of the Galaxy Christmas special but I love it so much.

4. Santa aint coming to town (he's drinking this year) by Thomas Mac- I don't know it just silly and I love it.

5. Happy Xmas (war is over) by John Lennon (I also love the cover by Miley Cyrus.)- A true classic, can't have Christmas without some old school rock Christmas songs and this is one of my favs.

thanks for your ask <3<3<3

My Christmas Playlist

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"Love is evergreen."

["Love is evergreen."]

little spoon by patricia taxxon [shafer brown cover] stimboard with snow, ice, trees, wolves and wombats!

[requested by anon, tysm 4 requesting!]

[lumitaidetta]

I'm making all my neices and nephews stuffed wombats + chameleons for Christmas this year. I have already made one wombat with exact stitch count, so I now need to figure out how to make a chameleon 🤔🤔🤔

[direwombat]

Gonna try to write a lil jakesyb holiday thing today

[wanderlustwatercolor]

("Wombat-ful Christmas Australian Christmas Wombat" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by WanderlustCoCo에서)

[icantalk710]

On today's soundtrack 🎄

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LINK FEST: 5 DECEMBER 2023

Links that may or may not be related to gardens, food, travel, nature, or heterotopias and liminal spaces but probably are. Sources in parentheses. 3-min video: Our Newest Wombat Joey (Australian Reptile Park/YouTube). When you need to slow down. essay: Sitting for Ideas (Hugh Hollowell/Hugh’s Blog). “Ideas come from space.” article: What’s the Difference Between Thanksgiving Cactus, Christmas…

[on-a-lucky-tide]

A soldier yearns for home as a pining pilot watches on.

cw: hints of a shitty ex, soldiers away for Christmas.

Nik hadn’t questioned the guitar that John had loaded onto the Black Hawk. He had transported more unusual things into the heart of eastern Europe, and would do so in the future at John's behest, no doubt. That hadn't stopped him inspecting it while John had been busy briefing the 141 and an attaché of mercenaries Laswell had sent to support.

The case was solid black plastic, chipped and dented, and littered with band stickers. Some had faded to white completely, while others had peeled in places. His eyes lingered over a few bands he'd never heard of - The Fratellis, The Wombats, The… Pigeon Detectives - and some he did. John had a rather broad musical palette.

The instrument itself was well loved too, with a chip out of the main body and more faded stickers across the back and front. The varnish had worn off the fretboard, but the strings were relatively fresh; Nik ran the pads of his fingers over them and they hummed out a warm note. The musical echo of John's smile, Nik thought fondly. He clipped the case closed and grabbed a ratchet strap from a shelf to keep it secure.

They made camp in an abandoned building in the suburbs outside Timișoara. Nik could think of worse places to spend Christmas than the City of Roses, but everyone else's spirits were low. It was Christmas Eve and every soldier huddled in that little building was yearning for hearth and home. Nik had spent so long without one that he had learned to find solace where he could, and if that was enjoying the philharmonic opera and a glass of Țuică in a beautiful Romanian city after the mission, then so be it.

As he walked the floors, he heard Gaz talking softly on his phone, Soap and Ghost too, with muted Scottish voices coming through from the otherside. The lieutenant had lost so much and the sergeant had taken to including him in his own family. One day they would make it official. Nik had already picked out his suit for the occasion.

The team had a limited amount of downtime before all boots hit the ground and they went dark, and every single one had searched out their loved ones in whatever way they could. Nik hadn't realised his own heart had done the same until he ended up outside John's door.

It was ajar and Nik could hear him moving around. He was about to knock when he caught sight of John sitting down in front of a laptop, and his hand hovered in midair. A hazy picture appeared on the screen, flickering once as John adjusted the antennae.

“C'n y’ear me, Carol?”

“Yeah, John. C'n ‘ear ya, la.”

“‘Ow ya keepin’?”

“Fine, it's… I wish y’were ‘ere. I'm… it's hard. Bizzies were round lookin’ fer ‘im, he's gone an' been a prick again.”

“I know, ‘m sorry, be home soon–ahh, there she is!”

Nik leaned in and saw a new face appear on the screen. Kimmy. She was a combination of John and his sister, without a single trade of her father, as far as Nik could tell; erratic brown hair that had fought a comb to the death, broad nose and distinguished forehead, and those blue eyes were clearly a Price birthright, because they gazed owlishly from the screen as she worked out who her mother was talking to and then squealed with delight.

“Uncle John! You commin’ fer scran? Ma go’ pigs in blankets from down The Asda an’.. an’ that spotted dick wi’ custard, an’ an’...”

John chuckled. “Naw, love. Gotta sort out some bad men, then ‘ll be ‘ome, but ‘m gonna miss dinner.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, love, ‘m sorry. Ma got the clobber ya asked fer though.”

“Yeah…”

She didn't look convinced and Nik's heart ached for her.

“Bu’ listen, figured we could still do ar sing along at least. You ready?”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Eh, yeah! Wait, wait…”

She left the screen, returning moments later with what looked like an Action Man doll in a carrier vest, and plopped herself back down on her mother's lap.

“Ready!”

John tweaked the strings and played a few trial notes to test the tuning, before he opened up into the introduction. Nik had never heard him play before. Not in all the years they had known each other, and it felt strangely intimate now, John's full bicep sloped over the body of the guitar as he strummed through the chords, agile fingers moving across the frets. Nik wished he could see from the front. Imagined it so clearly in his mind’s eye.

And then John started singing and Nik had to place a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“I wanna thank the storm that brought the snow, and thanks to the string of lights that make it glow, but I wanna thank you, baby. You make it feel like Christmas.” His voice was rich, the auditory companion to the dark amber of the whiskey in his office, gravelly and a little rough from so many years smoking strong cigars, but he carried a note perfectly, even if he was keeping the volume low. Nik felt his heart trying to beat out of his chest, a little breathless as he drank in every word.

Despite the subtle crackle of the poor laptop speakers, Carol’s voice carried just as well, low and silky, as John played through her verse, his smile visible even at the sides through the perk of his round cheeks. “It barely took a breath to realise, we're gonna be a classic for all time. I wanna thank you, baby. You make it feel like Christmas.”

When they fell in together, Nik realised this wasn't a one-off. They harmonised perfectly, practised, John dropping his lower baritone to allow Carol's voice to carry over the top, and Kimmy’s delighted squeak made Nik grin so broadly his face hurt. “Sweet gingerbread made with molasses, my heart skipped and I reacted, can't believe that this is happenin’, like a present sent from God, sleigh bells singin’ Hallelujah, stars are shinin’ on us too, I wanna thank you, baby… you make it feel like Christmas.”

John leaned back, dipping his shoulders, chuckling as he played through another bar, before he carried the next verse with Carol humming and echoing beneath. “Thought I was done for, thought that love had died, but you came along, I swear you saved my life, and I wanna thank you, baby, ‘cause you make it feel like Christmas.”

It was as Carol squeezed Kimmy and pressed a kiss into her hair, the Action Man dancing across the screen in Kimmy's small hands, that Nik realised John was singing to his niece. Not some abstract lover provided by the song, but the little girl that beamed at him like he was a superhero, held by the sister he had raised himself. John had no wife, no children, but he did have a family. A family that loved him, missed him, looked at him like he hung the stars.

Nik dropped his eyes for a moment, but he couldn't look away for long. It was like staring into a bonfire in a snowstorm; the warmth on his skin warding off the bitter cold, but the intensity of the light hurting his eyes. He wanted it so ardently that his entire body ached.

“I never thought I'd find a love like this, but I found forever in that very first kiss, I wanna thank you, baby, you make it feel like Christmas.” Carol finished the lyrics and they harmonised through the last few bars as she kissed her daughter’s rosy cheeks, bouncing her on her lap as she giggled.

John struck the final note and rested his palm over the strings to bring their warm hum to an end.

“Ahh, ‘gain! Again!’

John chuckled, a sound even warmer than the one made by his guitar. “Naw, sweet’eart. S’time fer bed, or Santa ain't gonna visit."

“Yer Santa,” Kimmy said tartly. “An’ y’ain’ ‘ere.”

“Olrigh', smartarse, but if I ‘ave t’ get a flight back over ‘specially t’ rob yer presents back, I will.”

“You wouldn't."

He said nothing, but Nik could picture the raised eyebrow, the stern set of his eyes and lips. Kimmy pouted and slid from her mother's lap, looking mischievous and reluctant, but complying because she knew there was no room for negotiation. Before she disappeared, she leaned in and the camera caught the top of her head as she kissed the screen.

“Love ya, Uncle John. See soon.”

“Sleep tight, ya little beast.”

She scurried away and Carol looked back at her brother, her eyes, just as blue as his, brimmed with anxiety. “You come back safe, y’ear? Safe. No heroics, ya get the job done, ya get yer arse t’ my dinner table before New Years.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She kissed her fingers and they covered the camera briefly. “Love you, big brother.”

She took one final look at him and then the camera went black. He stared at the screen and then let out a long, rattling sigh, his face falling to his palm. Nik’s heart caught in his throat and he was frozen between leaving John to his sadness or offering comfort and revealing he'd been hovering there the whole time, invading his privacy.

He didn't need to worry for long. John's phone rang and he snatched it from the nearby table, sliding his guitar behind him to hang down his back. “Price,” he said, a stern bark. Back to business; John tidied away into the recesses of his heart, Captain Price assuming his place. John listened intently, hand on his hip. “Copy. ETA?” Another pause. “Fuck, that's too soon, we’re… yeah, Rog, we’ll be ready. We’ve got Nik with us.”

Nik smiled, stepping back. He had barely retreated four paces down the hall before his phone buzzed in his back pocket. It was John: “need you, 5 mins”.

Nik ducked into a nearby room to wait out the time. If he appeared too quickly, John would know he had been lingering nearby. He had no right to have invaded that private moment, and John deserved to believe it had been all his. A quiet moment to himself before the clusterfuck to come.

As Nik waited in the dark for the minutes to tick by, he added two new people to his silent, unwavering commitment to John Price. Nikolai would personally return John to Carol and Kimmy, their hero, safe and sound. They would sing together at Carol’s dinner table by New Years, Nik would make sure of it.

Nik left the room and knocked on John's door. When he entered, he was greeted by a lopsided smirk as John looked up from checking his M1911. “Time to get evil, Comrade.”

Nik grinned back. “It would be my pleasure.”

[sitp-recs]

hi liv! i was wondering if you have any drarry meet-cute recs? i thought i saw a list of it once but cant seem to find it now :(

Hi anon! Sure thing, here are some fun recs with this trope. JulietsEmoPhase writes a lot of meet-cute AUs, I’d definitely check their AO3!

go to it laughing by oflights (T, 1k)

Harry is a marine biologist and Draco is a beluga whale Animagus; they meet on the St. Lawrence River.

Another Side by flightinflame (T, 2k)

Harry loves teaching at Pigdots Nursery. He knows a child named Scorpius is probably magical, but something about the name feels familiar.

He Whose Hand and Eye Are Gentle by khalulu (G, 5k)

Draco reads poems and sometimes writes them. Harry receives poems and sometimes reads them. Rutherford delivers poems via the scenic route. Wombat snores. Eventually, all comes together, with help from the foxes in red bibs and the sumo referee.

Play Dates by bixgirl1 (E, 8k)

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree by lauren3210 (E, 8k)

Draco works in a coffee shop. Harry drops by every day to get his fix. Of coffee, Ron.

The Interest Here by disapparater (T, 9k)

Draco has his own morning show on the wireless, which he loves; an ambitious assistant, whom he needs; and days in The Tea Shop, where he relaxes. He also has a new caller on the show, whom he finds bloody annoying.

Once Upon An East End by JulietsEmoPhase (M, 9k)

Bistro owner Harry is closing up for the night when a young man stumbles through his door in need of help. The night takes them in a direction neither had expected.

coffee & communication: a (slow) romance by softlystarstruck (E, 11k)

Nearly a decade after the war, Draco has made a life for himself in Muggle London, writing romance novels and hanging out with his cat. But when he spills iced coffee all over a gorgeous man who turns out to be Harry Potter, has he tumbled into the start of his own romance without realizing it? And how difficult can it be to talk about desire, anyways? He writes smut for a living.

My True Love Gave to Me (Six Jars of Chutney) by goldentruth813 (M, 12k)

On his first post-divorce Christmas Eve without his children, Harry goes to Marks & Spencer hoping to find a bit of his past; what he finds instead is a future.

honey milk tea by softlystarstruck (T, 14k)

When Draco runs into Harry at his favorite boba tea shop and gets so flustered he orders the exact same thing, he has no idea how quickly his life is going to change.

Espresso Patronum by tasteofshapes (T, 15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness by acari (E, 16k)

Draco had planned a quiet, peaceful summer holiday with his son. The last thing he expected was to find Potter here, in Draco's little Cornish retreat. Making fudge in a shop? The idea was too ludicrous for words.

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story by synonym4life (E, 20k)

Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one who has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night by Femme (M, 21k)

Draco owns a café in the city. Harry's a MP who comes in every morning, newspapers in one hand, BlackBerry in the other, and orders a triple espresso macchiato.

Unexpected Turn by Oakstone730 (E, 27k)

English real estate developer Draco Malfoy is in America to find his long lost cousin and escape a scandal. When his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, his trip takes an unexpected turn.

[golden-cherry]

hello everyone,

I'm so sorry for disappearing but I am back and ready as ever I only have five more days in Australia (which is absolutely devastating, because I really don't want to leave), and here are some things I've done since going awol (again, I'm very sorry):

took some pretty awesome engagement photos in Albert Park (yes, right where the F1 circuit is)

went snorkeling

tried scuba diving at the Great Barrier Reef, where I saw a shark, a puffer fish, clown fish and other animals

pet some animals (kangaroos, wallabies, a giant tortoise, wombats, koalas)

drove along the Great Ocean Road with my fiancé and my friends

went to a karaoke bar on Christmas Eve (and slayed the exile performance as a duet with my fiancé)

I hope you have a merry Christmas and amazing holidays

See you soon and I love you all,

cherry

[tailsbeth-writes]

RWRB Festive Fan Fest | Dec. 23rd: Party

Playlist | You can hang your lights on me 🪩 - Get your glad rags on, there's plenty of festive cheer at the Brownstone cause it's party time 😏

Bishop Briggs - Cheer

Eric Carmen - Hungry Eyes

Joy Orbison & Léa Sen - better

Run-D.M.C. - Christmas in Hollis

Mark Amber - Belong Together

Jamie Cullum - Hang Your Lights

Tina Turner - Proud Mary

Julian Casablancas - I Wish It Was Christmas Today

Hilary Duff - Sparks

Wham! - Last Christmas

Harry Styles - Music for a Sushi Restaurant

Elton John - Step into Christmas

Hannah Grace - Praise You

Britney Spears - My Only Wish (This Year)

Dua Lipa - Training Season

RuPaul & Markholic - Get to You (For Christmas)

Victoria Canal - California Sober

John Legend - Purple Snowflakes

Jamie XX, Romy - Loud Places

Toni Stante - Donde Esta Santa Claus?

Basement Jaxx - Do Your Thing

Paul McCartney - Wonderful Christmastime

Bee Gees - To Love Somebody

Sabrina Carpenter - A Nonsense Christmas

bbno$, Rich Brian - edamame

Kelly Clarkson - Underneath the Tree

Coldplay - feelslikeimfallinginlove

Amber Woodhouse - It's Christmas

Portugal. The Man - Feel It Still

Otis Redding - Merry Christmas Baby

JORDY - SECOND MINUTE HOUR

Jonas Brothers - Like It's Christmas

Imagine Dragons - Nice to Meet You

The Darkness - Christmas Time (Don't Let The Bells End)

Brendan Maclean - The Front

Bobby Helms - Jingle Bells Rock

Kylie Minogue - Padam Padam

Chappell Roan - Red Wine Supernova

Pretenders - 2000 Miles

Rêve - Contemporary Love

The Wombats - Is This Christmas?

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[deuterium51614]

Boueibu Rewatch Part 7

The migraine I had earlier today subsided after a nap, so I was able to binge all three episodes!

Episode Seven

Chri-pa... Aw, man. So we back in--

"Christmas Eve is coming, so why don't we hold a Chri-pa?" and the reason for this is the card from the council. The party is held on Christmas Eve itself. Later, En says "Yeah, they sent it to the Defense Club yesterday." (They were in school the day before Christmas Eve?) So En's "I've been thinking about..." was super spur-of-the-moment lol

Also, En is hot in his Christmas/New Year's outfit.

The twins' Christmas song is iconic.

The whole thing about going to the hotel room was just... What?

With the little Wombat Yumoto made from Wombat's fur, all I can think of is the sweater from Spongebob "It's itchy, what's this thing made out of?" "Eyelashes!"

The Reindeer Monster had said "you only complain about your food getting to you cold" or something like that, and then Ryuu and Io comment that the noodles are soggy. They learned nothing lol

So what's the consensus on Hitori turning back? Was it the work of the Battle Lovers or Santa? (Also: Santa canonically exists in this universe. Someone needs to do something with that, like the Battle Lovers team up with him. Or a Nightmare Before Christmas-adjacent thing where S1 Caerula Adamas (no reveal AU) kidnaps him as part of their plan to conquer the Earth.)

Episode Eight

En brings up how they had plans to go skiiing, but ended up not going. Meanwhile, my mom has a fic that predates this where they did go skiing. And like this episode, it also involves getting snowed in. (Specifically En and Kinshirou.) Man, I need to reread her fics one of these days...

I remember there being a theory that the twins' dad was being controlled similarly to Tawarayama. Now that I'm looking again, isn't it weird that they gave him such a plain design? At least give him the same hair color as the twins!

Can't help but wonder about Kinshirou's opinion of Shin (and Munakata) staying at Binan High School as students.

Oh, and you see that I wrote "Shin" up there for the snowman guy's name? It's because his name is not "Jinzou Makoto" but "Nitou Shin" according to the Boueibu website. Also, his bio refers to him as an "OB" which I looked up and it's "old boy" or "alumnus," so is he even still a student at the high school? I feel like we assumed he is because the twins call him "senpai," and because it was established with Munakata that they seem to be lax about graduation? The subtitles say "Yes, we're students at Binan High School, just like you," but what is actually being said??

Because can you imagine. You graduated from high school years ago. You've spent five years trying and failing to get into art college. On New Year's Eve, you walk out of cram school and these two teenage twins that you've never seen before say they're from your alma mater and mock you for your failings. They turn you into a snowman. You fail at being a snowman. You're given a motivational speech. You get turned back into a human. You go to a shrine on New Year's Day. The twins appear again and transform in front of five other high schoolers, who have no reaction. Like what do you do with your life?

Episode Nine

The Defense Club literally did nothing for a month and a half after the twins revealed themselves. Like imagine if the cultural festival happened earlier in season one, but there was no Dark Aurite and instead for the rest of the season the Defense Club and council were Aware™️of each other being their enemies.

Also don't think I ever noticed, but En's reading an Oden magazine.

Why did Goura react the way he did to Yumoto saying the twins are "Galaxy Idols"? That shouldn't really have significance to him, unless I'm forgetting something, right? Maybe his enemies had that title, and the twins were inspired by it? (And Dadacha and Zundar got them the rights to it because it was cheap after CIDE failed?)

There are eight or nine chocolates in each box (flower might be covering a ninth). The intention was to animate him eating the whole box, but I think it looks like Yumoto only ate three or four? (Kinda looks like two might be stuck together.) (I wrote this before looking again and seeing the empty box showing he ate all of them, oops...)

Anyway, my counting is just a way to imply that there's a lot of chocolate left over in the other boxes. What if someone (En) just put it off to the side (in the unused council room) to throw out for later instead of just tossing it immediately. Or hey, he noticed Yumoto reacted to it like it was spicy and he wanted to try it? (The council comes back from their trip, and Ibushi pairs them with tea.)

Also, En picked one of the chocolates up. Imagine if he just ate it instead of asking what they should do with them.

I love Io's reactions this episode the best out of everyone's. Not sure if it's because I ship him and Yumoto, or if that led to it.

En's running the fastest we've ever seen him lol

Is there an animation error with Dadacha's tail? Looks like the shadow cut it off when it goes to the left.

"Gee VEPPer! How come staff lets you have two transformations?" (At least they used a different verse for the second one.)

Dadacha doesn't even have to touch someone to transform them into a monster. Though maybe the chairs are acting as a conduit?

Yumoto cuddling his Lovracelet is cute!!

That run when Yumoto's beckoning the monsters laksdjfa

Also, flashbacks to S1E3's "Come on! Give me hug!" when he said "Come on!"

"My wellspring of love never stops gushing!" "Is it okay to let this happen?" "It would be hard to take them all alone..." "A drop of love for each of you!" "I wonder where he learned that." "Go flying, Love Sprinkle!" I no longer feel bad about my fic's line "I'm going to shoot a load of love into your heart!"

"We cannot ignore them!" *continues to ignore them*

[lumitaidetta]

UPDATE ON THE CHRISTMAS GIFTS:

I've finally finished a mockup of the wombat and chameleon!

I decided to make the chameleon smaller on the account of the tail, but I feel it might be too small??🤔🤔

I also used a thick wire for the chameleon's tail as I couldn't find the articulated spines- so I hope it holds up from childplay (prolly not tho 🤷🏾)

So what do you guys think, do they look okay?

[alix-is-o-a-k]

A lot of people have done these but I thought it would be fun to do my own:

[wanderlustwatercolor]