#its that time of year again

[holyblanchett]

For those of you that haven't seen Mrs. Fletcher and don't know where to watch it. Enjoy :)

[finalgirljpg]

[mamadarama]

[mytardisisparked]

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL BAT WEEK!

Send me an ask and I will legally assign you a bat.

[etherealspacejelly]

creme eggs my beloved

[lerios]

this is a public service announcement:

its coming up to Barricade Day (the 5th and 6th of June), which is a holy day when les mis stannies celebrate the June Rebellion falling flat on its face and all of our faves dying horribly.

i'd just like to apologise to everyone for the fact that this is about to become a les mis blog for the next 48 hours. if you followed for whatever i normally post about, you might want to block #les mis for a while lol

[to2llynottoby]

remember to call your local fire department before you deep fry your turkey today and tell them all to kill themselves

[toffeeteapot]

"I'm so glad that I live in a world where there are octobers."

- L.M Montgomery

[bryverros]

happy mordredmas to those who celebrate

[liquidloz]

[applebasketnewsie]

september first, 1989, dear diary..

[youkaiyume]

It's that time of year again! We're coming up on the FOURTH Charbee Anniversary!

you are therefore invited to take part in a fandom anniversary event to celebrate this fun & creative pairing~

all you need to do to participate is create a fanwork featuring charlie/bumblebee, whether they’re just buddies, madly in love, or even mortal enemies- and then post it on the date the movie first came out: december 21st!

works can be of any type: fics, art, manips, mixes, gifs, podfics, meta, toy photos, etc etc. there are no minimums or requirements for your work, no need to sign up anywhere, no limits on content or rating- as long as bumblebee and/or charlie are in there somehow it’s all good

if you post to ao3 there is a collection you are invited to add your work to, and if you post on tumblr or twitter please use the “#charbee week” tag from previous years for ease of finding :)

and most of all: have fun!! 💛🐝💛

ps: if you are not already a member, come check out the charbee discord for lots of charlie & bumblebee goodness~

[omatoxin]

art vs artist 2023

[starfleetwitch]

Well lads, to be honest I think I'd have been a lot happier if you'd bought me dinner before you tried to fuck me.

[gumnut-logic]

“I don’t see why I can’t have a shirt.”

“You look the part, Virg. Relax.”

“What part? I have no idea what an elf would be doing with an axe. And you certainly can’t talk. You’re used to appearing in front of people mostly naked.”

Gordon straightened and grinned...which made him look all the more ridiculous in the green felt hat. “I have nothing to hide.” If it wasn’t for all the glitter, he may have actually looked...no, there was no saving that outfit even though it did have a spangly green shirt along with its red suspenders. Gordon must have sensed his thoughts because the grin turned to a glare. “You’re the Christmas Tree elf. You get to go get the Christmas trees with your trusty, glittery axe.”

“Doesn’t sound very ecologically sound.”

“You’re an elf, Virg. Use your pixie dust.”

“Can I pixie dust myself a shirt?”

Gordon rolled his eyes. “You look great. Every girl and every guy is going to be appreciating those heavy lifting muscles of yours and then they are going to donate a pile of money to the hospital.”

“They can have my money.”

“Virg-“

“You guys ready yet?” Scott stuck his head into the dressing room. His hat had a blue bauble on top that jingled when he moved.

Virgil glared at him. Apparently the eldest got to be Santa’s sleigh pilot. A job that conveniently also came with a shirt.

“I still don’t have a shirt and I don’t think these suspenders quite cover up enough.” He pulled at those suspenders and let them go for emphasis...

The elastic sprung back and slapped both his bare nipples. Oh, god. Ow.

Gordon cracked up laughing.

Scott seemed to be suffering some kind of strain.

“Are you boys ready?” Santa, aka Dad, nudged Scott aside and stuck his white-beaded head into the room. “What are you doing, Gordon? It’s about to start. We’re waiting.”

Gordon immediately sobered. “Don’t look at me. Virg is being a wuss.”

White-browed grey eyes fixated on Virgil. “It’s for a good cause.”

Virgil wilted. “I know, Dad. I just feel silly.”

“You don’t look silly. All I see is a healthy young man willing to give his time for an excellent cause, something I know you have made your life’s work, in fact.”

Virgil groaned internally. Dad knew exactly what to say. A side glance at Scott, expecting a smirk, but he only found a soft smile.

Only family.

Damnit.

“Okay, fine.”

Santa grinned. “That’s my boy.”

Virgil glared at him as he picked up the axe. Purple glitter, really?

His dad and Scott ushered him through the doors and to the motorised float, his father’s cane clicking on the concrete floor. John was already on board, standing next to Santa’s sleigh on a random rooftop, his outfit as decently concealing as the rest. He sported a gold bauble on his hat and a huge long list with names and tick boxes.

Alan, as the smallest, got to ride in the back of the sleigh on top of all the fake presents. Totally laid back in a decadent slouch, his hat curled almost down to his chin with a red bauble on its end. Alan’s face was more grin than anything else. He was thoroughly excited.

Scott ushered Virgil onto to his posing spot on the opposite side from John before joining their father in the driver’s seat. John was on the other side, and Gordon clambered up next to the head reindeer, yellow bauble bouncing - apparently, he was head reindeer manager.

“Are you ready, Mr Tracy?” The pageant hand was obviously addressing their father, but the rest of the boys were hard put not to turn in their direction.

“Ready to go, Henry.” Their father was smiling almost as much as Alan was grinning. Ever since the request for the Tracys to appear as Santa and his helpers in the pageant, the man had been bouncing enough to lose his cane.

One of the reasons Virgil had acquiesced to do this was to keep an eye on his dad and make sure he didn’t overdo it. Come to think of it, that was probably why Scott was in the driver’s seat.

With a shirt on.

Thank god they were in Aotearoa. The thought of going shirtless in New York or Chicago - whacking himself with his suspenders would be the least of his problems.

Sunscreen at Christmas just seemed wrong.

“On my count, Mr Tracy.” The man held up his hand as he spoke into his headset. Scott perked up and started the float’s hoversystems. A hiss and the sleigh and its rooftop platform floated gently up.

Virgil swung his axe onto one shoulder and tightened his waistline just a little. Didn’t hurt to look his best...well, as best he could in this stupid costume.

For the kids.

For the hospital.

Let’s do this.

A wave from the pageant hand and Scott moved them out into the sun.

And the crowd roared.

-o-o-o-

[bubblingacid]

The clock has struck midnight and tis the month of Pride Rejoice ghouls, fiends and creatures of old Our time hath come!!!