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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 year ago

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Rainbow Bridge

Summary: The reader is incredibly confused when in heaven one day, a dog she's never met before appears by her side...

Pairing: Dean x reader (in heaven)

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of pet death/human death

A/N: I wrote this for my fellow pet owners (and myself). Hopefully those little dudes over the rainbow bridge have their own kinds of adventures like these pups while they wait! (and all the chicken nuggies they can eat 😉)

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The air shifted, a warm and joyful presence filling the air. You glanced down in your kitchen, an adorable dog with long fur and pointy ears staring up at you with a wagging tail.

“Well good morning to you, cutie,” you laughed, bending down in your pajamas with your cup of coffee, giving the dog a few pets. “Who might you be?”

The dog woofed and the thought Miracle sprang into your head. That wasn’t entirely uncommon. Animals in the afterlife were able to communicate a bit better than they had when you were alive.

One of your own dogs you’d had when you were alive, your first dog ever, bounded upstairs from the playroom on the lower level that was for them to use as a way station. Sometimes they liked to stick around home, sometimes by your side and others they’d go off and visit their own animal friends they’d made. But generally they kept to themselves first thing in the day.

“This a friend of yours, baby?” you asked your little dog. He ran over to Miracle, sniffing intensely before he snorted. “No huh. Did you just die, Miracle? I know sometimes dogs are a little confused when they get here and you got your young, healthy bodies back.”

Miracle woofed with a slight head shake, your lips pursing. Your own dog pawed at you, resting a little foot on your arm. You hummed at him, the little guy sending you some positive feelings, sensing you were worried.

“Alright. I’ve never heard of a random dog appearing in heaven unless you request one. You show Miracle around the house and where he can do his business while I get ready. Then we’ll try to figure out who your owner is, okay?” Both dogs yelped happily and took off downstairs, a loud crash at the bottom as they slammed into your boot tray. “Careful! Just cause you can’t get hurt doesn’t mean you can be reckless!”

More than one dog barked back in response and you rolled your eyes, heading for your bedroom.

“At least I don’t have to pay vet bills for you guys anymore. Five dogs is only kind of a lot for one eternity.” You heard more barking and groaned. “I wasn’t complaining you mongrels! I was quite pleased to see your little faces when I died. I could have done with a little less face licking though.”

You swore you could hear the faint echo of laughter in their barks as you got ready for the day.

“If I’m not back by supper make sure you boys get some dinner,” you called, heading outside with Miracle. You loaded into your car and headed down the road, thinking you had a problem. Soon you were taking an off ramp you’d not seen before. You wound up in a mostly empty parking lot, Miracle following you out and into the lone building around.

“Take an issue form and fill out everything before returning it to the counter,” grumbled the guy behind the desk, shoving a clipboard towards you. You stepped through the empty waiting room, picking up the board. You opened your mouth to speak when he sighed. “The form is a requirement by the big man. I’m just doing my job.”

“How do you have a job which is arguably the equivalent of working at the DMV, but in heaven? Like, we don’t have jobs.” He flickered his eyes up at you, making you jump back when they flashed black.

“Demon, sweetie. It’s part of my rehab program so I can someday be like you. By then, some other schmuck in the program will have my job. No more questions.”

“Okay…” you said, grabbing a pen and taking a seat, Miracle laying down on the floor beside you. You stared at the form, frowning when you didn’t see your particular issue listed.

“Um, excuse me, Mr. Demon,” you said, approaching the counter again, the guy rolling his eyes at you. “My problem doesn’t appear on the form?”

“That’s impossible. Those are the only issues possible of occurring in heaven.” You pointed at Miracle beside you, the guy standing to look down at him.

“I have no clue who this dog is and it’s not my dog’s friend. He just appeared next to me in my kitchen this morning,” you said. The demon stared at you, rubbing his temples.

“Remember your steps, remember your steps,” he muttered to himself before forcing a smile. “Listen. Dogs don’t get lost in heaven. Either you know his owner-”

“Nope. My dogs don’t recognize him.”

“Fine,” gritted out the demon. “Then you and the owner of this dog are soulmates in some way.”

You blinked at him, the man angrily typing on his keyboard.

“This dog belongs to a man named Dean Winchester. You and Dean Winchester were alive, somewhat, during the same time. He died a lot younger than you did. You two are…romantic soulmates,” he said, a fax machine going in the back. He got up and ripped off a sheet of paper, handing it to you. “Here’s his address. Now please go bother him instead of me.”

You rolled your eyes, ready to leave when you stopped, glancing down at Miracle. “Do you like, want to pet the dog?”

“Excuse me?” You turned around, the demon still on his feet.

“Well I mean, it’s probably been awhile since you’ve seen a dog or gotten to pet one. You can’t be that horrible if they’re letting you up here with the rest of us. So do you want to pet him?”

It was shocking how quickly the demon hopped over the counter and knelt down next to the dog, giving him a few pats and then a belly rub.

“I had a dog when I was a kid. I can’t wait to see her again once I get out of here,” he said, glancing up at you, seeming to forget he was a demon for a moment. “That was weird.”

“Dogs are kinda perpetually happy here and give off good energy. I’m sure your dog is looking forward to seeing you too,” you said as Miracle sat up and headed for the door. “Apparently I’m on the move. See ya around someday.”

“Yeah. Someday,” he said as you left. Five seconds later, now that you knew where you were going, you popped yourself over to this Dean Winchester’s place. You were standing outside a beautiful two story cabin on a lake, Miracle taking off in a sprint down a dock to where someone was sitting in a chair fishing.

Your heart felt funny as the man on the dock stood and turned around, cocking his head at you. He gave Miracle a good ruffle before he approached, meeting you halfway across his backyard.

“Hi,” he said with a smile, shaking his head. “I uh-”

You both jumped when your five dogs appeared, running and chasing around a ball in the yard, Miracle joining in after them.

“Your dog popped into my kitchen this morning. I’m pretty sure we’re soulmates. At least that’s what this paper says,” you said, the pack of dogs sprinting around the corner of the house. “I’ve had a few pups in my life.”

“Miracle could do with some siblings,” he said, smirking as you felt a cozy peace inside you. “I was wondering where he ran off to. He normally doesn’t stray far from home. Looks like he was off finding his mom.”

“I thought soulmates were supposed to like…snap together when they’re both in heaven,” you said. He smirked, pursing his lips. “What?”

“I probably wasn’t in heaven when you died. I was jumping around alternate worlds and you look very confused all of a sudden.” You nodded, staring at him wide eyed. “I’m a smidge of a rule breaker…and I kinda know Jack…and took down the old god.”

Your first instinct was to call him crazy but he had no reason to lie. Besides, something ached in his soul, like it had a little bruise on it. This man had known serious pain and then some when he was alive.

“You know, I killed vampires when I was alive. What’s something you did for fun?” he asked. Your jaw dropped, Dean chuckling. “Oh boy. Sweetheart, you and I have some catching up to do.”

“Hi baby,” you said that night as you and Dean laid on a blanket in the yard, your little guy crawling up on the blanket and settling in beside Dean. “Aw, he likes you.”

“He’s protective of you. I can feel it,” he said with a hum. “He hung out with your grandparents a lot after he died. Apparently while you were crying over him on earth, he was chowing down on some of your grandpa’s maple syrup bacon thinking mom’s being overdramatic, I’m gonna see her again. She worries too much.”

You sat up, raising an eyebrow. “How do you know that? My grandparents told me they were with him until my parents got here and he stayed with them a while but dogs can’t talk to us like that here. We can sense them and stuff but we can’t know complete thoughts.”

Dean smiled, scratching behind the dogs ears.

“Well, I’m a little special. I worked a case where I could communicate with dogs once. It came back up here. This little guy adores the fuck out of you and wishes you hadn’t been so sad back then but he understands. He is pretty awesome,” laughed Dean.

“And he’s a little shit,” you giggled. “What else does he say?”

“He’s glad you got more dogs over your life and he’s glad you found me finally. Also if we don’t stop talking soon he’s going to go inside and sleep on our bed,” chuckled Dean. “Cranky baby, aren’t you?”

The dog snorted, stood up, licked your nose and trotted off inside with his chin turned up.

“Like I said, he’s a sassy little shit,” you chuckled, Dean pulling you closer. “So Dean. What do you got planned for the afterlife?”

“A bit of fishing here and there. Working on my car. Going out for a drink at the roadhouse. Hanging with my brother. Sneak out of heaven to get up to shit every once in a while, hopefully with you. How’s that sound?” he asked. You leaned over and kissed him slowly, rolling back with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan, Winchester. Time to start having some fun in eternity.”

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#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn #dean x #dean winchester one shot

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chibifox2002 · 5 months ago

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I hope mrs. joybird can be alive again, maybe as like a clay toy, like doey, or maybe by some miracle, she somehow survived being suffocated/strangled to death by her crazy husband. I fell in love with doey, he's a sweet, innocent and joyful character with a sad backstory, I want him to be happy in your comic.

I'm actually in the middle of a part 2 for the comic!

So y'all will soon see if Janet survives or not!

#I think I got it miday completed last night before I stopped to sleep #but yeah! y'all shall soon see what I have cooking!#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #outside world au #chibi response #talking stuff

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nycky-b · 6 months ago

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Beneath the Stars

Warnings: jealous harry, fred being a flirt, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers, Christmas!

Paring: Harry Potter x Reader

Wordcount: 2.769

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Chapter 3

The Burrow hummed with the joyful chaos of Christmas Eve, a home so full of life it seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. The warm, comforting smell of freshly baked mince tarts drifted from the kitchen, where Molly Weasley, her sleeves rolled up, was orchestrating her usual culinary masterpieces.

“Now really, boys, was this entirely necessary?”

The faint sound of Mr. Weasley’s voice carried through the window as you stirred in bed. Curiosity piqued, you got up and leaned against the windowsill, your breath misting the cold glass as you watched the scene below.

“It’s a Christmas miracle, Dad!” Fred’s voice rang out, full of mischief. He gestured dramatically at the two snowmen he and George had enchanted to duel with tiny broomsticks in the garden. One of the snowmen had just lost an arm, and George was doubled over with laughter. “We’ve been improving the neighborhood decorations,” Fred added with a grin.

“Improving! They’ve already chased the gnomes into the kitchen,” Mr. Weasley shot back, exasperated but clearly amused.

Behind you, the rustling of sheets drew your attention. Hermione sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes as she mumbled, “What’s going on out there?”

“Fred and George,” you replied, your eyes still fixed on the garden spectacle. “They’ve enchanted snowmen to duel in the garden.”

Hermione sighed, her lips curving into a small, tired smile. “I am not surprised. Are you always this nosy?”

You turned to face her, matching her smile with a wide grin of your own. “Only when there’s a Weasley twin involved.”

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Hermione sat cross-legged on the overstuffed armchair in the corner of Ginny’s room, her copy of Hogwarts: A History resting forgotten on her lap as she watched you rummage through a tin of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans on the bed.

“Honestly, Y/N, how can you eat those without fear?” Hermione asked, wrinkling her nose as you popped a green bean into your mouth, promptly wincing.

“Grass,” you said, sticking out your tongue in exaggerated disgust to annoy her. “Not the worst, but not exactly Christmas pudding either.” You leaned back on your elbows, sighing. “This place is incredible, isn’t it?”

Hermione nodded, her expression softening. “It’s nice to have a proper family Christmas. Even if Ron and Harry spend time arguing over who enchants the tree better.”

You gave her a knowing look. “Speaking of Ron…”

Hermione immediately turned a shade of pink that matched the baubles on the tree downstairs. “I saw the way you looked at him during dinner yesterday when he was trying to wrestle the last roast potato from Harry. It’s like you were watching a noble knight preparing for battle.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hermione said, though her voice lacked conviction. “He’s… infuriating! Half the time, he doesn’t even notice when—”

“When you’re staring at him with those heart-eyes?” You interjected, laughing harder as Hermione threw a pillow in your direction.

Hermione smirked brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “What about Harry?”

You continued carefully sorting the Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans into neat little piles. “What about him?”

Hermione perched on the bed. “Oh, you know, when you and Harry were outside last night.”

You froze mid-motion. “We were just talking. That’s all.”

“Talking?” Hermione teased, her smile growing wider. “You two? Can you even go a single conversation without arguing about something?”

Your eyes narrowed, but a nervous flicker crossed your face. “Oh, please,” you said, rolling her eyes and trying to sound nonchalant. “You’re imagining things, it was nothing much.”

Hermione tilted her head, studying you with a knowing look. “Really?” she pressed, her tone light but playful. “Because from where I was standing, it seemed like there might be something–”

A knock interrupted them, you exchanged a glance with Hermione and Fred's voice rang out from behind the door. “Ladies, open up! Come see our gifts of holiday cheer.”

You swung ithe door open, revealing the twins standing there, with a mischievous grin across their faces.

George bowed dramatically. “Ladies, your presence is requested downstairs for a demonstration of pure genius.”

Hermione led the way on the stairs, George following closely behind. You and Fred exchanged glances and fell into step behind them.

You turned slightly “What’s the grand idea this time?”

Fred leaned in, lowering his voice. "We’ve enchanted the mistletoe so it follows people around the house. And when you least expect it, bam—you’ve got a kiss landing on your cheek."

“You’re trying to get your parents to kill you today, aren’t you?”

Fred grinned. "Not at all. Just a little holiday cheer."

The group reached the living room, where Ron, Harry, and Ginny was chatting. Harry’s gaze lifted instinctively, his eyes meeting yours, his breath caught, his chest tightening. He couldn’t look away. But you did, turning your head as a subtle flush crept up your neck.

"Right, everyone!" Fred called to the room. "Gather round! Today, we’re giving the Burrow a little festive upgrade."

"Fred, not more of your nonsense," Ron groaned. "Mum will have our heads if we get her in trouble again."

"Oh, relax, Ron," George replied with a smirk. "This is just the perfect gift for everyone."

George handed you a small jar of glittering mistletoe. "Here, Y/N, go on and try it out on someone. Ron looks like he’s about to pass out from the idea already."

“This will be fun,” she muttered. It wasn’t long before you spotted your first victim: Fred. With a mischievous grin, you slipped the enchanted mistletoe into position just above his head.

“Hey, Fred!” you called out sweetly, a hint of mischief in your voice.

“Well, well, what’s this? Can’t resist my charm after all, Y/N?” Fred teased, winking at you with exaggerated flair.

Harry, perched on the arm of the couch, went still. His eyes flicked toward you, his grip tightening on the cushion beneath his hand. He told himself it didn’t matter—Fred was always a flirt, and you were… well, you.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you retorted, playful but dismissive.

Above Fred, the enchanted mistletoe twinkled before dropping into place, hanging over his head. Fred let out a surprised laugh, and you couldn’t help but join in, the sound bubbling out of you.

Harry’s stomach churned. That laughter of yours—bright and unrestrained—felt like it was aimed directly at him. He clenched his jaw, trying to look indifferent, but he couldn’t stop his gaze from trailing back to you, absorbing every detail.

The firelight danced across the golden tones in your hair as you tilted your head back to laugh, the sight twisting something deep inside him. Then Fred, ever cheeky, leaned in and planted a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Lucky I’m feeling generous today,” Fred said with another wink, clearly enjoying the attention.

You wiped your cheek in mock exasperation, shaking your head. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your voice betrayed your amusement.

From across the room, Harry’s expression darkened. His hand dropped from the cushion to rest on his knee, his fingers drumming in an uneven rhythm. He told himself again it didn’t matter—it was Fred, just Fred. But the knot in his stomach stubbornly refused to loosen.

Determined not to let Fred have all the fun, you turned your attention toward Ron, a devilish grin spreading across your face. Hermione deserved a kiss, after all.

“Oi, Ron!” you called out, your voice dripping with mock innocence.

Ron’s eyes widened in horror. “Not again! Get that thing away from me!” he shouted, twisting and ducking as the mistletoe homed in on him.

The twins doubled over with laughter, and you joined in, your cheeks flushed with the thrill of the moment. But even as you laughed, you felt a strange prickle of awareness, like being caught under a spotlight.

The relentless mistletoe cornered Ron near Hermione, and the chants began. “Kiss her, Ron! Kiss Hermione!” Fred and George shouted in unison.

Hermione’s face turned crimson as she squealed, “Ron! Don’t you dare!”

Ron groaned, a look of sheer defeat crossing his face, before leaning in to press a quick, awkward peck to Hermione’s cheek. The room exploded with cheers and howls of laughter.

Fred and George collapsed against each other, gasping for breath, while Hermione clutched her cheek in horror. “Oh my—Ron!”

Ron, bright red, grumbled under his breath, “You two are the worst.”

You shook your head, still grinning as you joined in the laughter. But as the room’s chaos carried on, you couldn’t shake an odd feeling—an awareness that someone’s attention lingered on you.

Almost instinctively, your gaze shifted, seeking the source, and your eyes met Harry’s. He wasn’t laughing. His green eyes were fixed on you, his expression unreadable, but his intensity made the air around you feel heavier.

The moment stretched, and you felt a sudden shiver run through you, a warmth spreading through your chest even as your smile faltered.

Harry quickly turned away, his shoulders stiff as though he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He stood abruptly, pretending to fuss with the decorations on the mantel.

The laughter around you carried on, but you couldn’t fully join in anymore. The room felt just a little too loud, a little too chaotic. Your heart thudded unevenly in your chest, no matter how much you tried to focus on the twins’ antics.

But in the back of your mind, you couldn’t forget the way Harry had looked at you—or the warmth that lingered in its wake, unsettling and undeniable.

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Night had fallen. The garden lay quiet, with the soft glow of the Burrow's windows casting long shadows across the snow-dusted ground. You leaned casually against the low wall, a grin spreading across your face as you remembered Hermione’s awkward attempt to downplay Ron’s kiss. The way she stumbled over her words, her cheeks flushed a deep red, was pure entertainment. You and Ginny had laughed together, teasing her until her irritation bubbled over. It was all in good fun, but eventually, you’d slipped away, seeking a brief moment of silence.

Your gloved fingers traced patterns in the frost as your gaze wandered to Harry, standing a few feet away with his hands buried deep in his pockets.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Potter,” you said, your voice lilting with mock concern. “Brooding again? Or did Fred steal the last of your self-righteousness along with your dignity?”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t rise to the bait right away. Instead, he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studied you. “Is that supposed to be funny?”

You grinned, a mischievous glint in your eye. “It’s a little funny. You’ve been sulking all night like someone stole your favorite broomstick. Or maybe you’re just jealous Fred is better company than you.”

The words were meant to tease, to provoke, but they landed differently. Harry straightened, his stance shifting, and when he turned to look at you fully, there was something in his expression that made the air between you feel suddenly charged.

“Jealous?” he echoed, his voice low and edged with challenge. “You think I’m jealous?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in his tone, but you recovered quickly, leaning into the moment with a smirk. “Aren’t you? You’ve been glaring at me all morning like I’ve committed some grave sin by laughing with Fred. It’s written all over your face.”

He took a step closer, his boots crunching against the snow, his eyes never leaving yours. “Is that what you think?”

There was a shift in his voice, almost dangerous, that made your breath hitch. Still, you refused to back down, raising your chin in defiance. “It’s what I know.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower as he took another step toward you.

The space between you shrank, the crisp winter air around you charged with tension. You found yourself holding your breath as he closed the gap, his presence suddenly overwhelming.

“You want to know what I think?” Harry murmured, his words deliberate, his eyes locked on yours.

The teasing smile faltered on your lips as your pulse quickened. “Enlighten me,” you managed, though your voice was quieter now, uncertain.

“I think,” Harry said, his face now inches from yours, “you enjoy getting under my skin.”

His words were soft, almost a whisper, but the intensity in his gaze made your heart race. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek, the tension between you so thick it was almost tangible.

“And I think,” he continued, his voice barely audible now, “you’re just as infuriating as you are—”

He stopped abruptly, the words hanging in the air as his gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest of moments. Your breath caught, your heart pounding in your chest as the silence stretched between you, heavy and electric.

Neither of you moved, neither dared to speak. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet rhythm of your breathing and the unspoken weight of everything left unsaid.

Harry’s gaze, intense and unrelenting, stayed locked on yours, and for a moment, you thought he might actually say something profound. Your heart pounded in anticipation, a mix of defiance and something much more vulnerable swirling in your chest.

But then, just as the moment teetered on the edge, his lips curved into a slow, deliberate smirk. The sharp shift in his expression sent a jolt through you, scattering the fragile tension in a way that left you reeling.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and maddeningly casual, “you’re not as clever as you think you are.”

Before you could respond, he stepped back, his smirk widening as he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned toward the house. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he called over his shoulder, his tone almost lazy, but the sensation lingered.

You remained where you were, your breath shallow, your mind racing as you tried to process what had just happened. The cold bit at your cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the warmth that had surged through you when he’d been so close.

You let out a shaky breath, muttering under your breath, “Unbelievable.”

But even as you tried to steady yourself, you couldn’t shake the way his smirk had made your stomach flip or the lingering sensation of how he’d looked at you—like he could see everything.

And you hated that part of you wished he hadn’t walked away.

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As the morning light streams through the windows, the Weasley’s home bursts alive with the excitement of Christmas Day. But you find yourself lost in the quiet aftermath of the night before. The lingering sensation of Harry’s closeness, and the strange, electric tension between you, still clings to your thoughts.

You blink away the memory, forcing yourself to focus on the cheerful chaos around you. Everyone is exchanging presents, their laughter filling the air.

Nearby, you spot Ron handing Hermione a beautifully wrapped gift. She unwraps it carefully, revealing a small charm bracelet with a tiny golden book dangling from it. Her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of pink as she glances up at him.

“It’s beautiful,” Hermione says softly, her fingers brushing the charm.

Ron shrugs, though his ears are as red as his hair. “Yeah, well… you like books, don’t you?”

Hermione smiles shyly, fastening the bracelet around her wrist. “Thank you, Ron. I love it.”

You watch their exchange with a knowing smile before your gaze shifts toward Harry. Your stomach twists at the way Ginny hovers near him, her bright smile aimed his way.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Molly approaches, carrying a small package. “Y/N, dear, this one’s for you—from Harry.”

You blink in surprise, your gaze snapping to Harry. “From Harry?”

Harry straightens. “Er, yeah. Just something small.”

Carefully, you tear open the paper, revealing a leather-bound notebook with your initials embossed in silver on the cover. Your fingers trace the smooth surface, your expression softening.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, looking up at him. “Thank you.”

Harry shrugs awkwardly. “You mentioned once you liked to write, so… I thought you might use it.”

You stare at him for a moment, your usual teasing demeanor replaced by something quieter, more surprised. “I will. Thank you.”

The room seems to hum with a strange energy as your eyes meet his, neither of you quite sure what to say next.

Mrs. Weasley’s voice cuts through the moment, “Alright, who’s next?” She beams at the group and waves a hand to usher the gift exchange along.

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aster-saturn · 6 months ago

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Spirits of Christmas part 3!!!

☃️Frosty the Snowman!❄️

☃️! I like to believe Jack Frost created Frosty.

☃️! Feeling a little lonely as the one and only winter spirit, Jack Frost decided to create a friend for himself. Using his icy magic, he carefully shaped Frosty the Snowman, bringing him to life with a playful twinkle in his eye. Frosty quickly became Jack’s closest companion, and the two shared many adventures, causing joyful mischief wherever they went.

☃️! One year, Jack Frost decided to introduce Frosty to Santa and Mrs. Claus. It was a magical moment when Frosty first stepped into the North Pole workshop, his round eyes sparkling with wonder. Santa was absolutely delighted by the snowman, finding him the perfect addition to the family’s holiday cheer. Santa, in his warmhearted way, gifted Frosty with his iconic top hat, blessing it with a bit of Christmas magic. The top hat became a symbol of Frosty’s newfound life and endless potential.

☃️! Thanks to Santa's blessing within a miracle, whenever Jack is near a snowman, he can speak to it and revive Frosty’s spirit within any snowy statute. The snowman will become his best pal, always ready to have a chat, play, or even join in on Jack’s winter pranks.

☃️! Frosty doesn’t mind melting at the end of the season. To him, it’s like taking a long nap before returning to spread joy again. He sees it as part of his cycle and always promises his friends, “Don’t worry! I’ll be back!”

☃️! Frosty has a soft spot for accessories. He’ll often “borrow” scarves or hats from snow-goers and model them proudly. His top hat is his favorite, though—it’s his miracle gift from Santa, and he never goes without it.

☃️! Frosty hums his theme song whenever he’s walking around. He doesn’t fully understand where it came from, but it makes him happy to know people sing about him.

☃️! Whenever Jack and Frosty get into one of their playful squabbles, Jack’s go-to move is to swipe Frosty’s nose—whether it’s a carrot, a stick, or even a random rock someone used in a pinch. Jack grins mischievously, twirls the nose in his hand, and then launches it into the snow with a gleeful laugh.

☃️! Whenever Frosty visits the bustling North Pole workshop, it’s almost guaranteed he’ll get accidentally knocked over by the energetic elves rushing around. They’re so focused on their tasks that they barely notice Frosty’s snowy body tipping over.

☃️! Some of the more mischievous elves might take the opportunity to roll Frosty around the workshop like a giant snow bowling ball, setting up stacks of gift boxes as pins. Frosty finds this hilarious and will often join in by cheering, “Strike!”

🎅! Santa sometimes walks in on the chaos, shaking his head with a smile. “Careful, everyone! Frosty isn’t part of the assembly line!” he jokes. Frosty, still lying on his side, quips back, “But I do assemble nicely!”

#frosty the snowman #Spirits of Christmas #Christmas #Snow

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i-g-nova · 4 months ago

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No one showed an instant's suspicion that Orlando was not the Orlando they had known. If any doubt there was in the human mind the action of the deer and the dogs would have been enough to dispel it.... Moreover, said Mrs Grimsditch, over her dish of china tea, ... if her Lord was a Lady now, she had never seen a lovelier one, nor was there a penny piece to choose between them....

'Orlando' was released in 1928, and though it is far from a perfectly progressive book, one of the things I've always found heartening is how absolutely nobody in Orlando's family responded badly to her transition. Orlando runs into some legal red tape about marriage and inheritance, but that's the extent of her troubles. It's a very early example of queer and trans joy that by some miracle went uncensored, even as the contemporary 'Well of Loneliness' sparked a trial for obscenity (re: lesbianism).

('Orlando' was not an attempt at realism but more an act of joyful imagination, dedicated to Woolf's arguably butch or transmasc lover, Vita Sackville-West. Orlando mysteriously changes sex from male to female about a third of the way through the book, under vaguely mystical circumstances. She also appears to be immortal for some reason, living through several centuries of history. Anyway.)

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aestheticvoyage2024 · 6 months ago

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Day 360: Wednesday December 25, 2024 - "rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the arms of love."

Of course it wasn't at all as I would have designed it, and I just let it happen and experienced, fully, the best Christmas of my life. The stuff they write books about.

It started early, when I got maybe the best Christmas present ever to start this magical day. I was awake just before William and without realizing it, that was such a lucky thing. Because moments later, as he stretched his tiny toes down in under my warm leg, he let out a little quiet excited gasp. I got to hear the moment he realized it was Christmas morning. What a fun memory that I'll have for the rest of my life. What a special start to the day. His natural next reaction was to wake up Audrie and start her day the way so many have for the past two weeks - "Mama, is it Christmas?!" I smiled and just soaked that magic in, and reached over and pinched her butt, as she confirmed his hope - it was Christmas. Moments later we were checking the reindeer food, and their little eyes were seeing Santa's gifts for the first time. Free of all my expectations for how that should go, I found a comfy spot on the couch next to Jose and Christmas started to unfold. I reached over and banged him on the back with my paw and said "we should be doing this every year." And we all just kept saying that all day.

We paused for the Christmas treat that I wanted to unwrap - every Christmas Eve Mama Audrie puts in over time and makes special gluten free Cinnamon Rolls for all of us with special Mrs. Clause frosting. And I can attest that when I went to bed after 2 again this Christmas, she was still up working on it in the kitchen. I fell asleep thinking about those cinammon rolls and how good they were going to be and how fun it was going to be with all the Cordovas here too. And I called all that love forward, and those cinnamon rolls were even better than I imagined. What a special part of Christmas these will always be for William. I felt Audrie's love in every bite. And she sat across from me back in the Great Room, right in the middle of the train track all morning and I was just in so much love with her. What a special Christmas and I was feeling all of that finally, when she had me unwrap a present "from William." After I had already decided that I had gotten the greatest present of my entire life, I peeled open that Mixtiles box, to find pictures of our beautiful family and I wept. I let it get and I wept. I let that love in, and I wept. Ive surely never cried opening a present before - and if I had, it wasn't like that. In front of everyone because I was surrounded by people who loved me that would understand and Audrie helped me see, how we'd get those on the wall, and I wept. I felt a lot of love. And it was so overwhelming. That was a really beautiful of my heart busting open that Audrie caught on camera. A very healing Christmas, finally.

The rest of the day passed slowly, with time spent connecting with the girls, and enjoying Aria's snow Cones, seeing William open all his planes, and getting his outdoor jeep charged up. Such a fun morning. I was starving for a good meal as Violet and Audrie clammored away in the kitchen making hollandaise sauce and eggs and the whole bit, just like my first Christmas here, the year Aria was born. Finally Violet's Diner was open for business and I filled my plate with a mash of things covered in the special sauce and took my place at our family's table finally as we sang a really special round of Simple Gifts that touched me so deeply that it almost brought me be to tears and I was so aware of my connection to every other person around that table and I felt all the love and the peace in our home and it was the best Christmas ever. The food was overwhelmingly good. Like it was the first time Id ever eaten. My heart was wide open. I loved the food. I even felt and had a magical healing loving moment with the dog. I learned to lean in, withouth masking and pulled myself back together for another round of gift opening with Audrie's Dad and that felt so freeing and powerful. Then I went to bed, early - before the kids even. And had one final powerful loving moment there on Christmas Day, introducing myself for the first time to Luke. It was great place to finally bring all this and leave it. I went to bed on that powerful note telling myself - "it hurts now, but you'll love this memory" - the best Christmas of my life. I felt all of it. From William's first magical gasp, to now going to bed having experienced Christmas Day in my own skin and I leaned into and felt nothing but love.

My peace begins with me.

I can heal. It won't happen over night - it will happen every day.

And I will never have another lonely holiday.

The best Christmas of my life.

Song: Amos Lee - Holiday Song

Quote:

“The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human— looks out of the heart burning with purity— for the burden of life is love, but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the arms of love. No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love— be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love —cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy —must give for no return as thought is given in solitude in all the excellence of its excess. The warm bodies shine together in the darkness, the hand moves to the center of the flesh, the skin trembles in happiness and the soul comes joyful to the eye— yes, yes, that's what I wanted, I always wanted, I always wanted, to return to the body where I was born.”

― Allen Ginsberg

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