#it is her favorite holiday

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about how eddie munson probably has a ridiculous collection of guitar picks. little jars of them. some collected at shows, some he picked up for a nickel at the only local music shop he's ever trusted to do work on his Sweetheart, some he was gifted for free at his local record shop that he's been frequenting for years now. the little old man running the record shop even gets excited when new vinyls are sent out with promotional merch, and he knows it's a band or musician eddie is into. probably even called eddie in at times and handed him a handful of metallica themed pics, hardly worth much, but solely because "i knew you like them and will find a good use for these, son".

my point is, he's got a pick for every occasion. shitty plastic thin ones for just fucking around with. thicker, nicer ones that might have been proper holiday gifts to him. the kind that are meant to hook on his fingers like rings (he tried using them a few times, especially for rifts, but ended up saying he played better when he felt the strings against his skin instead while picking away). novelty ones, ones that just looked plain cool. so on and so forth.

and he's got his collection just sitting in little jars across his room. he used to keep them in other things, like old ash trays or tin cans he'd cut and mold to be good containers. but then he started dating you, and you insisted on lending him any empty jars you weren't using. you had your own collections in yours: pretty stones found down by the creek, bottle caps of the sodas you and eddie get every time you stop at the gas station right on the edge of town by lover's lake - you even had one of every single crumpled up note eddie had ever given you over your time of dating. a few jars of those, actually. so what was lending him a few spares? at this point, the jars were a collection in themselves, and... well... it was prettier to see his vast collection in those glass jars anyways. being able to pick out the vibrant tones of the guitar pick you'd been with him as he'd purchased two weeks prior, or the pick from the show you'd gotten him tickets to last christmas. it was nice. a cute reminder of time spent, of what made eddie munson tick.

the important thing is, eddie munson isn't blind. he sees the way you look at that collection, especially after he fills the jars with it.

how some days, he'll be strumming away on his guitar, softly humming, and you'll just grab a jar to pick through. interrupting his nonsensical playing to ask him where he got one you didn't recognize, sometimes asking for the stories behind ones he knew you already knew. he'd caught on to the way you just liked hearing him talk, especially about the things he cared most about.

you also really, really liked the pick he wore as a necklace. it was probably your favorite in his collection, and you knew it was his favorite too. giving it as a gift to you was never an option, because it had been given as a gift to him originally by his mom.

so he does the next best thing.

he figures out your favorite pick in his collection. the one you always go back to, the one you ask for the story behind on a nearly weekly basis. one similar to the one always resting against his collarbones. pearly sheen, marbled tones, a slow indent the shape of his thumb being worn into the old tortoiseshell. it's a little less red, a little bit brighter, and he can't even strum it against his strings anymore without thinking of you. it's somehow become his lucky pick - the pick he cherishes most aside the one from his mom.

and the one he chooses to turn into a necklace, for you.

does it all himself. carefully piercing a hole through the top just like his own, picks out a nice chain that costs two paychecks of his, takes an old pocket knife to it and spends weeks carving your initials into the shiny material. he's gentle as hell with it, finishing it off with some gold paint to fill in the carving that matches the chain and swirling tones of the picks.

a week before christmas he nearly backs out of the gift idea, and almost begs wayne to help him go to the mall and pick out some other basic but safe gift for you. a perfume/cologne, a nice sweater, anything. wayne refuses to let him, and the only thing the gentle old man will offer is a nice box for eddie to place that necklace born of love into.

the look on your face on christmas morning, sitting in the center of the munson's living room, on the verge of happy tears as you lift the homemade necklace so gently, soothes away every single doubt ever had about it all.

and the look on wayne's face is a simple, caring, stern vision of i told you so.

[dreamyblanket]

Imagine how your f/o wraps gifts, be it for the holidays or just your birthday.

Are they really good? Is it a clean wrap first try or do they need to scrap the whole thing couple time to get it correct?

Are they really bad? Do they try their hardest but you can still see bits poking out?

Do they use ribbon? Stick on bows?

Plain or patterned paper?

Or maybe they'll use bags!

Do they tape it shut or fill it with paper then?

There are so many things to choose...!

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #133

Morgan Stark discovers the joke format, "__, __, and __ walk into a bar..." 

She doesn't quite get the concept, but she enjoys it. And, like most children, when she enjoys something she becomes absolutely obsessed with it.

Morgan: A spider, the spider's aunt, and a grumpy walk into the house!

Happy: Morgan that's not how that works

Peter: I dunno, you do seem more like a Grumpy than a Happy :)

---

Morgan: A princess, her bestest brother ever, and their cyborg chef walk into the kitchen.

Tony: You can just say you want pancakes, Mo.

Peter, tearing up: That's Princess Mo to you.

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Bonus:

It becomes an inside joke that the whole family uses. 

Tony when Peter cuts off his coffee supply: (gasp) A genius, his robot minions, and a hater walk into the lab.

Peter, not even missing a beat: A genius, his son, and his robot children who agree with the son walk out of the lab and in to their beds.

Tony, so completely endeared every time Peter calls himself his son he can barely protest: I- I- now wait just a second...

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Teen Morgan, upon finding her brother and MJ making out on the couch: Eughh! An intern, the goddess way out of his league, and the amount of space reserved for Jesus between them walk out of the shared living space.

[kandiw0rm]

My ponysona Hearts-A-Flutter! She loves hearts and pink and is quite the crafter so she makes anything heart shaped, fluffy, and for her bf :3

[moophywowie]

merry christmas, happy holidays, and just happy winter to everyone!!!

haven’t posted art or literally anything in a while, so i wanted to share some art i made as christmas gift to a family member!!!

so uh um yeah yippee :3

[ashleyslorens]

happy birthday cossette! (@notebookmusical) ♡ — insp

[gloriousmonsters]

picturing Velvette huddled up on a Hell doorstep 2 hours after she arrived making a list of possible ways to get some power as quickly as possible on a bloodstained cellphone she took off a corpse and it's like

create startup, get aqui-hired

become first hellfluencer

sugar daddy?

startup + collab with a celebrity for more attention

celebrity boyfriend?

become already powerful couple's third, profit

actually find people to work with who respect and value my skills and me as a person <- this one is a joke

and then a year later she's in bed, awake after vox and val have nodded off for once, looking at mockups of the Vee tower design on her phone, and brings up the old list for just a minute to cross everything else out and write in 'all of the above???'

[mollywog]

New favorite Ao3 email alert! Christmas came early this year! 🎁

Thank you so much for the gift! I look forward to everyone reading "Her Favorite Regular" and falling in love with it! ❤️

Thank you for riffing with me! It was so much fun and had you not provided the name, it would still be sitting in my draft’s!!

Her Favorite Regular

Is a continuation of the Thanksgivinglark snippets 1, 2, 3, & 4: Complete story is now posted on Ao3!!

Fic aesthetic provided by @thesunpersists as well!!

[suicideenthusiast]

Holi countdown starts now. 78 days everybody

[fishyfarms]

Happy Halloweekend! (I refuse to post on Halloween I will 100% forget so early post)

August is a vampire and Harvey is a cowboy (he lost his hat in the maze)

[daydreamerwonderkid]

~Oh Christmas kitty, oh Christmas kitty~

~How lovely you are to me~

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Thinking about how in the myth, Narcissus was the cause of Echo's strife and inevitable death. Thinking about how Ringmaster is absolutely 100% a narcissist with a cult-like belief in his own superiority and genius.

Thinking about how, given her actions, we can reasonably assume that Ringmaster is the one who sewed Echo's mouth shut. Thinking about how Echo was damned by the gods to only ever repeat the last thing anyone said due to her devotion to Narcissus. Thinking about how Echo was damned by Ringmaster to never speak, only copy the actions and routines of those around her--thinking Echo might have let the Ringmaster mutilate her, in her devotion to him.

Thinking about how Echo had a natural talent that was honed into a skill that was used by a man who never loved her and would never love anyone but himself.

Thinking about how Echo wasted away next to the lake and died from her starvation. Thinking about how Echo's first words were asking for something to eat that wasn't liquid.

Thinking about how all the clowns have bright, shapey, distinctive makeup. Thinking about how Echo is a blank mask onto which the Ringmaster can (and does) project any emotion or thought that suits his own desires, carelessly and callously ignoring anything that might be Echo's actual wants.

Thinking about how Narcissus died due to his own egoism and pride. Thinking about how Ringmaster got his jaw ripped off due to his own egoism and pride. Thinking about how Echo, the nymph, died with her Narcissus, and how Echo, the girl, did the killing. Thinking about Clown Corps I am thinking about Clown Corps.

[rosecandyart]

My personal rankings of each special splatfest Marie outfit because I gotta do everyone at this point.

1. Springfest

2. Grand Festival

3. Splatoween

4. Summer Nights

5. Frostyfest

[trans-yllz]

holidays are crazy when you have a shitty mom. a shitty alive mom on christmas is an experience ranging from inconvenient to traumatic that you have to deal with for a few hours. a shitty dead mom on christmas is just kind of sad no matter how you spin it

[jimmyspades]

[beebeesiims]

someone had a little too much fun at tiffany's wedding and had to be carried inside.