#merry chriss

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Starting With the Word “And” Masterlist

And (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Phil's missing Dan while he's at uni, and he's very happy for some unexpected time together.

And Anthony Makes Three (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: People can never agree on whether or not Dan and Phil are together. Anthony believes they are just best friends, until one day during a visit he walks in on them, and now he doesn’t. Now he thinks he knows everything, until Phil invites him to join. Lots of kinky smut ensues.

And A Solution - phanfictioned

Summary: Dan has terminal cancer.

and here you are living (despite it all) - phanetixs

Summary: Commitment threading through each day as it passes, a fine line of silk that culminates in Dan’s smile, wide and crinkly. Whenever he looks at Phil.

“and i didn’t tell anyone until now. literally.” - farquaadphillywrites

Summary (tw): Dan tells Phil about his suicide attempt.

And I Try to Refrain, But You're Stuck In My Brain (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "It's strange - I feel like I've known you way longer than I actually have."

-

Dan Howell and Phil Lester are moderately popular youtubers who have never met each other before, and despite being rather different in terms of how they act and the content of their videos, their audience is practically the same.

Always checking what their audiences have to say, Dan and Phil find that people would like to see them collaborate for a video, to which they eventually oblige to, contacting each other and meeting up.

Getting to know one another after filming together for the first time, they come to find that they have some similar interests, and become fast friends, keeping in contact.

Dan, crushing hard and fast on Phil, wonders if his feelings are returned, and with advice from his best friend (and guidance counsellor when the time is right) Louise, he can't go wrong, right?

And If Anyone Asks, You're My Best Friend (ao3) - pinkpjm

Summary: In which Phil gets a girlfriend, Dan is jealous, then Phil is sexually frustrated, so Dan gets him off.

and if we're meant to, i'll meet you there (ao3) - manchestereye (orphan_account)

Summary: The five times Dan and Phil meet unexpectedly and the one time they don't.

And if You Were My Little Boy (I’d do Whatever I Could Do) (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Dan is always left to take care of Adrian while his parents are away. When Phil comes over, he decides that perhaps both little boys could use a bit of babysitting.

and in my dreams (ao3) - howelllesters

Summary: I Wish You Merry Christmas: Phil Lester, begrudingly attending work’s Christmas Eve party, happens upon Dan Howell, famous musician and not someone Phil’s a fan of. Cue awkward dancing, near-kisses, and a taxi that leaves at midnight sharp.

Happy New Year, Too: Phil Lester, huge fan of New Year’s Eve parties where everyone has a good time with minimal drama, not such a big fan of people ringing his doorbell persistently. Dan Howell, huge fan of being booked for concerts and actually attending them, until now.

Hints of Cinderella, a sprinkle of Love Actually, and a bunch of festive goodness.

And, Like Putting On Glasses, I Saw the World in Perfect Clarity (ao3) - cactuslester

Summary: Dan thinks this trip to the Isle of Man will be like all the other trips to visit the Lesters. Little does he know, Phil has a 3 carat surprise for him.

And Love Is Not A Choice - darren-fucking-chriss

Summary: It’s 2009 and Dan realises he still hasn’t told Phil he’s bisexual and not straight.

and maybe we'll work this out (ao3) - localopa

Summary: old habits die hard. sometimes those habits can make your flatmate kiss you and realize, shit, you're in love with them.

and more still to come (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: He wonders for half a second whether it was stupid to come here, whether he’ll have to go home tomorrow restless with worry over how much of Dan he actually knows.

“I’m starving,” Dan says, and it’s his regular familiar voice.

and my fate has begun to change (ao3) - ovely

Summary: Dan has an inspiring piano teacher as a teenager and decides to dedicate his life to music. After he starts uploading piano videos to YouTube, he finds himself unintentionally becoming a popular YouTuber. Then he meets Phil, and slowly finds a life more like that of the Dan we know.

And Shiba Makes Three (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: After moving to a big new house in Brighton, Dan and Phil decide it’s no better time to get a dog, and this rescue Shiba Inu seems perfect. But is Dan really up for the responsibility of caring for a dog?

And So They Did - phanfluffs

Summary: soulmate au where the first thing your soulmate says is tattooed on your arm, however, both dan and phils tattoos are in a foreign language that they don’t understand (as in they don’t speak the same language)

and so we heal, slowly. (ao3) - keeplovinanyway

Summary: "I was such an asshole for a while," Dan says, and it knocks the air out of Phil's lungs.

~~~

Back when Dan was at his worst, mentally, Phil hurt too. He did it silently and quietly, barely acknowledging to himself what he felt.

Now, years later, Dan apologizes, Phil revisits old pain, and lets himself be loved by Dan.

Relationships aren't easy and straightforward, but this fight has been worth it, and they both know that.

and the days after that (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: He can hear Dan’s voice coming down the hall, laughing with someone from the crew, and it makes his breath stop in his chest.

(doomed tour usa, autumn 2022)

And They Lived Happily Ever After (ao3) - MirabelleG

Summary: Phil, Dan and Louise all work together at Disneyland. Phil acts as Prince Philip with Louise as Aurora and Dan is Prince Eric. All three are close friends until one day a fan makes Phil realize that he might want something more.

and they were (not) roommates (ao3) - dakogutin

Summary: dan wakes up in the hufflepuff dorms

and we're out here in plain sight (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil's an optimistic author whose science fiction novel is well on its way to becoming a film. Dan's an actor whose cynism toward love is nothing short of infuriating. It takes a while, but they find something to agree on.

And When The Stardust Fades Away, I Hope You'll Stay (ao3) - tiniestbauble

Summary: Dan's life had ups and downs. And then there was a very naked Phil, who crash-landed into his window and into his life right from the sky to grant Dan his hearts desires. Only the heart is a notorious creature, it desires what Phil isn't sure he can grant Dan. But somehow along the journey Dan's heart learns there is always hope-things do get better. And there is a dog in the story. He is a good dog, a very good boye, the very best in fact!

and when you start to feel the rush (ao3) - crescendohowell

Summary: dan’s never had sex with a boy and he wonders what it’s like. phil says that he can show him. (literally just 2009 first time porn with minimal plot)

and you already got the motion (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: It's not like that, Phil swears. They're not like that.

Except.

Except maybe they are.

And You Can Tell Everybody This Is Your Song (ao3) - starrywrite

Summary: The stars and moon are still high in the sky when Phil finds himself being awoken by the sounds of Thom Yorke’s song “Ingenue” coming from his next door neighbor’s flat. The music fills his thoughts and invades his dreams, bringing him back to consciousness and even though his neighbor’s piano playing is more pleasant to wake up to than his usual alarm, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s still being woken up at three in the morning.

also known as, “my asshole neighbour keeps playing the piano at 3am” au

[rainbow-demon503]

This too, seems to be AI art with no clear source.

Firstly, both their eyes are fucked up to say the least. the child's hand is also beyond recognition, and there's no clear separation between their clothes where their bodys are close. The ornaments are in rough shape again, it gets especially blurry in the child's hair and in the background.

Chriss ford doesn't seem to exist on Instagram. I did however find someone's LinkedIn post where the artist is unknown:

huh, this and the last one are both Christmas posts? interesting

I did find this on twitter again, although this is another case of probably not the artist

https://twitter.com/wesleycunha/status/1602682880148250627?s=20&t=glQlU5uTm3sXpiU8mhl71w

Now Behold The Lamb

Art by Criss Ford

[escapedartgeek]

Chris's head pops into through a small portal in his hands a large gift wrapped in purple cosmic inspired wrapping, "Merry Belated Christmas! I just wanted to drop this off for ya."

The sight of Chris popping in with a gift is enough to bring a slight smile to Zora's face.

They had managed to get themself to set up the kinara, just to go through the nights of a different occasion. They liked the ritual of it, at the very least given the memories they shared.

"Ah yeah. Merry Belated Christmas. Happy Kwanzaa too, my friend. Looks like you've got quite the interesting gift for me. Let me pull something up for you as well."

Before they could turn their attention to their own gift, Zora seeks out the small basket they had of gifts for Chriss, Dee and Quas.

[bornofrose]

How strange. Many people in the world seemed to be gathering together in what appears to be some sort of celebration. The little dragonborn had no idea what all of the commotion was about but it seemed like fun! 

The whole island looked so pretty, even if she was feeling very sluggish as of late. She watched intently from the sidelines, just curiously observing her surroundings. It seemed appropriate to wish the passers by “Merry Chriss Mas!” Whatever that meant. She had heard others saying it so. 

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

i saw your latest post and was inspired

submitted by @sugar-papi​

and now, a respite from  the various better watch outs....

[weezlbot]

My ships!

Sequel to my introduction post that can be found at https://weezlbot.tumblr.com/post/679102136394596352/hello-an-introduction-post. Might get edited if I remember anything.

PJO

Percabeth

Chrisse

Solangelo

Loucil

Tratie

Shermiranda

Frazel

Thanatos/Makaria (went through an interesting phase where I read a lot of greek mythology fanfic, fell in love with these two death gods)

Sally/Paul 

Beckendorf/Silena

Vocaloid

KaiMei

LenKu (innocent shipping ONLY, no nsfw as they’re 16 and 14)

Gakuluka

Piko/Miki

Piko/Iroha

Piko/Miki/Iroha

Gumi/VY2 Yuuma

Deltarune/Undertale

Suselle

Alphys/Undyne

Sans/Toriel

Kerdly (mostly for the meme, I wanna see Berdly get pegged lol)

LOTR/Hobbit/Silmarillion

Elrond/Celebrian (my OTP)

Angbang (it’s funny because the big bad of LOTR is a white twink)

Merry/Estella

Pippin/Diamond

Samwise/Rosie

Caranthir/Haleth (it makes me sad that this isn’t ever gonna be canon, we need more handsome elf lord/grungy feral woman)

Tulkas/Nessa 

Orome/Vana

Beren/Luthien

Tuor/Idril

Aragorn/Arwen

Eowyn/Faramir

Thranduil/Wife (I have conflicting images of her, at first I thought she was a gift from the Silvans of Mirkwood as a token of their friendship, a sort of “have our finest maiden” sort of thing, but now I’m not so sure)

Arien/Tilion

Tom Bombadil/Goldberry

Misc:

Garfield/Hatsune Miku

don’t fucking argue with me this is the best ship in the world I will fight you on this

[sentientpaperbag]

Real short Christmas ficlet

Christmas was here, and Membrane hoped that the gift he made for Cal made her happy. It had taken him a while to figure out what to do, but he understood how badly she wanted to appear human, so the cloaking device he invented was best suited for her.

His next idea was to figure out how to get that backpack looking device off her for longer than ten minutes.

“Merry Christmas Cal,” Mem handed her the small gift.

“Merry.. Chriss Mass, to you too,” Cal replied, opening the small box.

Inside was what appeared to be a bracelet, but Cal could see it was some kind of technology.

“May I?” Mem asked, holding his hand out. She handed it to him and he placed it around her wrist, then he clicked a button.

A screen appeared, showing Cal different customization options she could choose for a disguise. Her eyes widened.

“You made me a disguise?”

Membrane nodded, pleased with her reaction.

She filtered the options before settling on a look she liked. Clicking the okay button, she shut her eyes and waited.

Cal’s appearance shifted before Mem, her skin going from green to a normal human skin tone. Purple hair appeared around her head, and when she opened her eyes, she had normal human eyes.

Grabbing her hand gently, he guided her to a mirror. She took in her new appearance.

Cal gasped in surprise. She turned to Membrane quickly, her purple eyes wide with wonder.

She looked human!

“I... thank you, Membrane...,” Cal suddenly felt odd. Her face was warm as she looked up at the taller man.

He patted her shoulder, “I’m glad you like it, Cal.”

“I... I couldn’t figure out what to get you for a gift.”

“I don’t need one. Your reaction was the best thing I could have asked for. It’s the first Christmas in a while that I’ve gotten to be around someone.”

Cal nodded, before inhaling sharply, pulling Membrane in for a hug.

Surprised, Membrane hovered his hands over her back, unsure of if he should reciprocate. Hesitantly, he placed his hands down, returning the hug.

His heart was pounding. He hoped Cal couldn’t hear it.

[christinameth]

oh haha this is silly but i just noticed we’re both named christina!!!!! well i mostly go by chriss now for gender reasons but Regardless what a wacky coinkydink! anyways thank you again for my secret santa gift it seriously warmed my heart :’) merry christmas!

Holy moly! What an amazing coincidence! Well, nice to officially meet you, Chriss! I'm glad you enjoyed your gift, and I hope you had a wonderful day. 😊

[pinewhisky]

Merry swiss miss

slutmask

mizzenmast

cromwell

chriss pratt

...

Happy Holidays

🕯️

[futurefrenzy]

CRASH THE BANDICOOT WISHING YOU MERRY CHRISS MASS AND/OR HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

[longlivetv]

25, 21, and 2!

25. Three favorite songs of 2017: (answered yesterday) Eraser - Ed Sheeran, Hymn - Kesha, There’s Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes

21. Three songs of your childhood: My dad was my main source of music as a kid so here are three of his faves - Jailhouse Rock - Elvis, Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams, Whoever’s In New England - Reba McEntire

2. Last three songs I listened to: 4 Carats - Kelly Clarkson, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays - NSYNC, Baby It’s Cold Outside - Chris Colfer & Darren Chriss (I know the song is kinda problematic, but it bothers me less sung by two men)

[christopherross7601]

The Yule Log Channel

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My aunt and uncle lived up the hill from Martins Ferry, Ohio, high above the river. My uncle ran a used car lot – Snezek’s – and so it was understood that they had a little bit of money and a bigger house than the rest of the family in the Valley.

We would drive there every year at Christmas, first the two and a half hours to Martins Ferry, a pit-stop at my grandmothers, and then a drive up the woods that covered the winding upper roads like a dark cloud. These were family gatherings before distractions, before everyone carried their lives with them in their pocket, so you had to prepare.

I always brought a few books or some Christmas presents to play with. One year I brought my entire Dungeons & Dragons set in an effort to learn how to play – even though I had no one to play with.

We’d shiver in the backseat as we wound through up the hill. House windows faced us, candles aglow. White glowing reindeer and sleighs peeked between pines. At the house we’d coast into the driveway and hop out into the crystalline cold. A few steps more and we would be warm.

Walking into the that house through door next to the garage, into the warmth of a home fired with cooking and laughter, is one of my fondest memories. The family made pierogi and lasagna, two staples in the pot-luck rotation of those old coal and steel towns. There would be plates of cookies and plenty of ginger ale and Buckeyes, the best candy on earth. There were jars of pretzels and nuts here and there, a sprinkling of gumdrops or hard candy for the old folks. There was fried chicken someone made and wedding soup my mother made. As you walked into that warm place you heard the clack of billiard balls and the roar of the game in the other room. My dad cracked a beer. I got kissed by my aunts a few times and then hid, perhaps in a corner or maybe upstairs by their big tree in a darkened room lit only by a fire roaring on a tube television.

That was the height of interactivity, then: a live fire on TV (or, more likely, a looped fire.) You imagined what it must be like on the other end of that picture, how much technology you needed to make something so primal and imperative appear on a glass tube. It was as if we had traversed space into a strange craft outfitted with the comforts of home and none of the discomforts. Nestled on the couch, the TV crackling, you were on a space station and safe, a self-sufficient place where memories of cold were far distant.

They aired the first Yule log in 1966 from New York’s Gracie Mansion. By the time I was watching it it had been around for twenty years. It was a holdover from the early days of broadcast, from the days when the air was dead if there was no one to play in front of the cameras. In a few years the tradition would vanish but in 2001, in the wake of 9/11, it came back, a reminder of simpler times.

There was something about it that could change your outlook. A distant roaring fire was almost as good as one in the house and far less work. I’d curl up, read, and nod off, the voices of the adults below lulling me to sleep.

Now we carry things that burn brightly in our pockets. We don’t need these camera tricks to see fires everywhere. We don’t curl up to the magnet hum of a cathode ray tube and the tinny crackle and pop of facsimile logs. We’re beyond that.

Maybe we aren’t, though. Maybe there’s still a warm place, the umbilicus to get there a crystalline moment between the backseat of car and warm basement rec room. And maybe upstairs there’s a dozing kid watching the last drops of Christmas burn away into the country dark.

I think there still is. I hope there still is.

Merry Christmas.

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[mondaymorgue]

A dead Sea Turtle found at Prk. 11, Baybay Kawas, Alabel, Sarangani Province 9 o'clock in the morning, January 26, 2017.

In process of its decomposition (Est. 2-4wks) Disposal: Buried

Credits to Bantay Dagat and DENR Staff Sir Noel Lumanta and Romeo Nobleza ECPC Staff Chundy Bartulaba and Joylyn Ramirez Dayondon

Source: Merry Chrisse Kim Facebook

A decomposing carcass of a marine turtle was found in the mangroves at Prk. 11, Baybay Kawas, Alabel, Sarangani Province this morning.

Source: Marine Wildlife Watch of the Philippines Facebook

The carcass has been identified as a Green Turtle (Chelonia mydas) in the comments of the original post.

[christopherross7601]

Lies, damn lies, and HQ2

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There are few things certain in our world except for the uplifting tendencies of technology. I’ve spent the past few years trying to prove this to myself, at least, by interviewing hundreds of thinkers on the topic. I’ve come to a singular conclusion: when tech moves into a city, be it an iOS dev shop or a robotic facility for making widgets, things change primarily for the better. Given the recent rush to gain 25,000 or so jobs from Amazon’s HQ2 and the subsequent grumbling by cities passed over, it is difficult to refute this, but I’d like explore it.

Many cities have gained from tech, both historically and recently. Pittsburgh, for example, had a plan to become a tech city back in the early 1990s after seeing the value coming out of Carnegie Mellon and the other universities in town. Anecdotally, Pittsburgh remained a fairly depressed steel town until at least 2000. I recall walking on CMU’s campus one weekend, long after my graduation in 1997, and marveling at how the small school had blossomed thanks to an influx of tech money. Next to halls named after dead and gone thinkers and makers was the Gates building, built with the largesse of the biggest tech maker in recent history. Then Uber moved in and all hell broke loose. In 19997 the Lawrenceville neighborhood was a rundown riverfront redoubt full of brown fields and finely-made hovels. Then Uber landed there. Now it’s become the hub for multiple research and tech companies and the neighborhood has blossomed, even rating it’s own corporation and team of boosters who invite you to dine in a spot once associated with dive bars and non-ironic pierogi. A few weeks ago I enjoyed Nashville hot chicken and Manhattans in what was once a funeral home for steel workers.

In short, having tech brings about what Richard Florida called the “creative class.” This group of makers, be they chefs, artists, coders, or engineers, all come to a place and almost inevitably improve it. In some cases this creative class is disparate, spreading throughout a city like a symbiotic fungus. In other places they are centered in a single neighborhood, working their magic from the core out. I’ve seen this in many places but none more clearly than in Toledo, Ohio or Flint, Michigan where a small core of artists are working mightily to turn a city in ruin into a place to live.

And I understand that all is not rosy in the world urban growth. Uber drivers in creative-classed cities are usually people displaced from their cheap rents by rich hipsters. As a friend noted, when you gentrify a place where to those who cannot afford artisanal kombucha, let alone the rent, go? They are either thrust into the suburbs – an irony that should give cities like Grosse-Point-ringed Detroit pause – or they vanish from view even though they exist in plain sight. Nowhere is this clearer then in the refuse-strewn streets of San Francisco.

Yet cities with deep, systemic problems still debase themselves to get tech jobs. They offer tax abatements, $1 land leases, and produce cloying videos to prove that they, alone, are the hardest working of the bunch. The first and most galling effort appeared when Foxconn, a massive manufacturing company, promised to land like an alien invasion force in rural Wisconsin. The idea there was simple: Foxconn wanted tax cuts in exchange for “creating” “jobs” – scare quotes in both cases necessary. As it had in Brazil before, Foxconn promised more than it could ever deliver. From a Reuters report:

Foxconn has created only a small fraction of the 100,000 jobs that the government projected, and most of the work is in low-skill assembly. There is little sign that it has catalyzed Brazil’s technology sector or created much of a local supply chain.

Manufacturing jobs are not tech jobs. In the end these true manufacturing jobs will end up going to countries with historically cheap labor pools and Foxconn will use its tax breaks to build a facilities in the US to help it abate future cross-border taxes. The jobs that it will create will be done by robots and only the smartest in these rural counties will get jobs… watching robot arms lift flatscreens off of an assembly line for years. Gone are the days of ubiquitous middle class manufacturing jobs and they will never come back. The sooner the heartland accepts this the better.

So cities turn to true tech. Cities know that tech helps and they bow to its captains of industry. But why won’t tech help cities?

Tech companies reduce inefficiencies. Self-driving car companies are aimed at reducing the number of inefficient truckers on the road. Drone companies are aimed at reducing the number of inefficient postal carriers on the sidewalk. And always-on audio assistants and smart devices are there to reduce our dependence on nearly every facet of a local ecosystem including the local weatherperson, the chef with an empty restaurant but hundreds of Seamless orders, and the local cinema. They know that when they land in a place they take over, much like Wal-Mart did in its early heyday. The benefits of this takeover are myriad but the erosion of culture they bring is catastrophic. Yet mayors still don silly hats and dance a merry jig to get them to move to their blighted areas. After all, it’s far easier than actually doing something.

The answer for cities, then, is to build from within. Pittsburgh didn’t get Uber because it prayed for that rude beast to stalk its shores. It got Uber because it built one of the best robotics programs in the country. Denver and Boulder aren’t tech hubs because they gave anyone a massive abatement. They became tech hubs because they became places that techies wanted to congregate and they built networks of technologists who left their cubicles on a weekly basis and met for lunch. That’s right: in many cases, all it takes for a tech scene to thrive is for the CTOs of all the major organizations to meet over curry. The network effects created by this are manifold. In fact, some of the biggest complaints I heard in many cities was that the CTOs of corporations who called those cities home – Chase Bank, GrubHub, etc. – rarely stepped out of their carefully manicured cubicle farms. An ecosystem cannot thrive if its most successful hide. Just ask Detroit.

Cities must subsidize creative districts, not creative destruction. Cities must woo technologists with a network of rich angels, not bribery. Cities must prepare for a future that doesn’t yet exist and hope that some behemoth will find a home there. Otherwise they’re sunk.

This sort of forward thinking is done in dribs and drabs across the country. Every city has its accelerators full of potential failure. These companies quickly discover that without seed capital, St. Louis or Chicago might as well be the Death Valley. Detroit has worked hard to create a startup culture and it seems to be working but in many cases these startups are folded, Borg-like into Quicken Loans and cannot stand on their own. The south is stuck in energy production and invests little in things that would draw technologists to the beautiful cities along the coast.

Maybe this is because startups make no money. Maybe this is because innovation is expensive. And maybe the lack of long-term strategy exists because mayoral staffs turn over so quickly in these convoluted times. These are valid excuses but woe betide the city that clings to them.

New York and Virginia got HQ2 because their cultures are mercenary at worst and transient at best. They already knew the hard bargain of technology versus culture and were willing to make the deal. The tens of thousands of folks who will walk through Amazon’s doors on the first day will change Long Island City for the better and no other city will claim those benefits (and detriments.) Tech is a business. It doesn’t care where it lands as long as there are enough college-educated behinds to sit on blue inflatable desk balls and enough mouths to drink free nitro coffee. It bypasses places that are seemingly entrenched in political infighting and failed innovation and it will continue to do so until cities do for themselves what Amazon will never do: future-proof their place in the world and create a place for generations to grow and change.

  Photo by Michael Browning on Unsplash

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