#merry watches cartoons

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Old cartoons are on and I just said something I never expected to:

"The mouse just got saved by a sapient electric razor."

And now the cartoons up has the Devil talking to Yosemite Sam and about how he wants him to headhunt Bugs Bunny for him. And he implied that Bugs has earned a place in Hell over... something, and it's been a long time since that something. That Bugs just refuses to die (which... yeah that part's fair).

Like I know Bugs can be a dick but generally speaking while he's morally gray he leans towards good. Or is the fact that even with all his assholery being aimed at other assholes just being an unrepentant troll still makes him deserve a space in Hell?

Apparently.

Kind of wonder how they got away with stuff like this. Like usually the way you do is by showing something worse so the 'lighter' gags go undercover or are greenlit.

[leche-flandom]

It's that special time of year!

When you rewatch Hey Arnold! S1:E11 so you can turn into a heartbroken sobbing disaster in the middle of wrapping presents!

[fairyqueenellaromain]

12 Holiday Episodes

Holiday movies are great, but your favourite tv series having a holiday special or themed episode is even better. I literally binge watched tons of holiday themed episodes to make this list and yes, I had a lot of fun. Originally, I was only supposed to choose 10 episodes but I couldn’t. Narrowing it down to 12, with a bonus pick for good measure. Grab your cookies and milk, blanket and turn the…

[merrilark]

Can't fall back asleep so I'm giving the TTG movie a chance and gjdkgjdk hearing Slade voiced by BoJack Horseman literally anyone except Ron Perlman threw me for a loop.

[ms-demeanor]

I had a dream last night that I was on a phone call with my dad and heard that Cab Calloway had died today (9/24/2024) and my dad asked me to find out how old he'd been in the 1914 Disney short "Where I Come From," which was a rotoscoped merry melodies cartoon that featured Calloway as a boy dancing and singing about an alternate history in which he was allowed to hold office and vote in the post-Reconstruction south and how sad he was to be in this world instead; my research showed me that Calloway was born in 1902, and was thus twelve years old in the cartoon and 122 years old when he died. I watched the cartoon while doing the research, because I'd never heard of it before, and ended up crying because of the emotion that a 12-year-old Calloway was able to put into this wistful, tragic song as a young boy with a high, strong, moving voice.

And then I woke up and had to do a search and Cab Calloway was born in 1907 and died in 1994, the Disney corporation wasn't formed until 1923, and none of any of that happened because it was just a dream but A) it was one of the most cogent dreams I've ever had and B) I am so mad that I can't remember the song.

[rakurairagnarok]

I dedicate this story to my good friend and writing buddy @idesofrevolution. Merry Christmas buddy and please PLEASE Enjoy. Happy holidays to everyone and Happy TF's.

A Green Christmas

`What!!`

Ryan screamed at the news.

You sighed.

´I have no choice, my family has to move, and I have to go as well, I don´t have any accommodation here.´

Ryan grumbled. `Bro... you can´t leave me man... you´re my best bud.´

You grimaced. Your friend had been acting weird lately. You used to be super close, and you honestly still are, but your interests had began to shift. You used to play games, watch cartoons and study together, but lately Ryan had become absent from you life. He had been ´busy´ with other things but his grades had been plummeting and he had picked up smoking. Ryan had no idea you knew this, but you had seen the pictures from your classmates. His wardrobe had changed too. Before he would wear shirts and khakis, now its oversized shirts and hoodies. He started wearing contacts as well, which, to be honest, was a great look for him, he looked very handsome without glasses. His lingo had switched as well. No more academic jargon. Just simple sentences, which almost always had at least one bro in them.

`Look Ryan, I really am sorry, but I just can´t make this work´

Your family was moving, and while you were a college student, who by all accounts should have received some form of scholarship due to your amazing grades, you never did. The truth however, was that you wanted to move. The alienating feeling you got from your former best friend broke something in you, and you had to put some distance between eachother. You could easily apply for the on-campus dormitories but you just couldn`t bear staying near the now almost stranger.

`Look you´d better go, I want to be home before Christmas and I still have a lot of packing to do.'

Ryan sighed and left. After closing the door behind him, You let out a grunt.

"Why does it have to be this way! What happend to him?"

Reluctantly you began packing. Your father would come and get you and your things on Christmas eve, so you had your work cut out for you. You were currently staying Ryan, but this had always been a temporary solution. Ryan's landlord didn't want two friends staying together only couples or families. Ryan had become quite open to you about his sexuality. He had told you he was bisexual and that he could always tell the landlord the two of you were dating, but you had declined. You had a hard enough time not getting picked on. If word would get out that you two were dating, you would not be able to survive. What Ryan didn't know is that you were in fact also bisexual. You really liked girls but men really were where you got your satisfaction. From porn that is, because you were still a virgin. You grew up in a strict Christian household, with a Father from the south. Your parents would never approve and they were the reason you didn't have to work, so coming out was never an option.

A loud knock shook you from your deep train of thought. You opened the door and Ryan was standing right there, smiling.

"Steven, can we talk bro?"

"Ryan, I told you. I need to pack for..."

"Please, just for a little while."

"...Fine..."

Ryan walked in and sat down on your bed.

"Look man... I've been thinking... I need to be honest with you about something."

You looked at your former best friend with confusion. He had been so dominant and confident these last few weeks, and all of a sudden he looked shy and insecure.

"I... I picked up smoking... and... not just cigarettes. Weed too"

You sighed.

"I know Ryan, I have seen you. Don't worry, it's whatever... Your body, your choice."

Ryan smiled.

"Yeah for reallll broo but, I wanted to ask you a favor."

"What is it?" You asked, slightly impatient.

"Come sit down first" Ryan had this shit eating grin on his face, his perfect white teeth on display. Wait that doesn't sound right. he had braces right?

Because you took so long, Ryan grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the bed, right next to him.

"What the hell man!" You exclaimed.

He quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders, his musky scent drilling into your nose, and holds something up to your face.

"I really, really want to smoke this with you man. Like dying wish and shit."

You look down and see a blunt in between his fingers.

"I don't smoke Ryan, you know this" You point out.

" Just one hit bro, that's all, I won't tell anyone, you don't have to smoke any more, just humor me with this man."

You took a deep breath and wanted to decline, but then something clicked.

"You know what. Sure."

Ryan's grin widened. 'Let's fucking go bro!!!" He quickly grabbed a lighter, and lit the blunt.

He took the first hit, blowing the smoke right into your face, the fumes invading your nose and throat, leaving you gasping for air.

"Sorry there bro, just wanted to give you a little taste."

"I'm only taking one hit bro... fuck" Your eyes widen not only did you just curse, something which you rarely do, you also just used bro in your sentence. Hoping he didn't notice you hold out your hand to take the blunt.

Ryan, who's grinning from ear to ear, hands you the blunt, and you quickly take a hit. You deeply inhale, feeling the smoke fill your lungs and the weed invade your brain. A single hit, and you can almost feel your brain stopping.

"W...whaaat the fuuuuuck" You mumble. Your jaw slacks a bit as the smoke escapes from your lips.

"You gonna take that hit or not bro?" Ryan asked with a sly grin on his face.

"Huh didn't I just?'' You asked confused.

"Bro are you already tripping? I just blew some smoke in your face man, thats all. Now come on bro, you promised."

You took a hit, taking a deep breath, feeling the smoke fill your lungs, and your whole body. Slowly blowing out you feel constricted. You look down to see your buttoned up shirt bulging. You tug on it a bit, and it flies open, revealing a chiseled abdomen and two meaty pecs.

"Brooo wat the fahk' You mumble. "My chest is so big... what the hell"

"Yeah bro I know right. I love that strain. Made me who I am today" Ryan smirks as he takes off his hoodie showing his massive arms and chest.

You look in awe as he stretches a bit, his smooth torso , and bulging muscles on display. He drops his sweats, showing off a massive bulge in his white briefs as he looks at you and smirks.

"Wanna take another hit bro?"

Before he even finished his sentence the blunt was back in your mouth, filling you up with even more smoke. You look down and begin to giggle as you bounce your growing pecs.

"Huhuhu broo they are so bigg... what the shit..." You say as a familiar musk begins radiating from your growing body.

Ryan smiles back.

"Yeah bro you're getting so fuckin huge. You're so hot"

You look at him with a flushed face.

"What... did you say?"

"You're hot. You look amazing."

"Thanks..." You can't help but blush, seeing as he himself is a fucking model.

"You're really hot yourself" You say with a beetred face

Ryan stops smiling and looks at you. He sits down and looks you in the eyes.

"I don't want you to go Stevey. I love you..."

Your eyes widen at the words, and before you know it, his lips get pressed against yours. Before you can react he pushes his tongue into your mouth, and a torrent of smoke follows suit. It's almost as if hes blowing you up, and it feels that way too, Your muscles getting bigger, your mind hazier, and your dick... well...

You manage to push away and look at him.

"Ry... I ... "

"yeah?"

"I think... no ... I know... I love you too man"

Ryan signature shit eating grin flies back onto his face.

"Fuck yeah bro!!"

A sheepish smile creeps onto your face as you grab the blunt from his fingers, taking a massive hit before grabbing his neck and blowing the smoke into his mouth.

"You're so sexy." You say as he blows the smoke back into your face.

"What about you then, such a fucking cute stud you are"

The two of you continue laughing, finishing the blunt before crawling into each others arms.

You text your dad that he doesn't have to come get you anymore, as you will be staying with your boyfriend, and promptly block him afterwards.

You nuzzled up to your boyfriends pit and took a deep breath. It smelled amazing and it bricked you up knowing you smell the same.

This will be a pretty special Christmas.

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Happy Holidays Everyone!!!! Feel free to send in some asks or order something at Rakurai Inc.!!!

[sean-gaffney]

What's Left of the Looney Tunes?

So you’re a Looney Tunes fan, and you’re waiting with baited breath (Greetings, Bait!) for the cartoon list for the next Collector’s Choice Blu-Ray.  And as you wait to see if they add that 1953 Friz Freleng or 1958 Robert McKimson cartoon, you must be thinking:  Surely they’ve released every single cartoon at SOME point since the 1980s, right?  Well, except for the really racist ones.  Right?

Nah.  There’s 129 Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies that have never been officially released, restored or unrestored, on home video at all.  And, to be honest, most of them are unlikely to be on the Collector’s Choice sets.  Let’s take a look at the last bastions against having all 1000 LT/MM cartoons available.

Bosko.  Now, there are a few Bosko cartoons available.  There’s 38 Bosko cartoons from 1930-1933, not counting the weird ones like the Talk-ink Kid pilot or whatever Bosko and Honey was.  Of those, 11 have been released officially.  This leaves 27 in limbo.  This is a shame, there are some really good Bosko cartoons.

Buddy.  Even worse, to be honest.  23 Buddy cartoons were made, 5 have had some official release.  That leaves 18.  Now, there’s a reason for that.  They’re awful.  (Also, two of those 18, Buddy of the Apes and Buddy in Africa, also fall under one of the later categories we’ll get to.)

Seven B&W Merrie Melodies.  Two of these, Hittin’ the Trail for Hallelujah Land and Goin’ to Heaven on a Mule, are basically banned for content.  Those Were Wonderful Days, Why Do I Dream Those Dreams, The Girl at the Ironing Board, The Miller’s Daughter, and Rhythm in the Bow, are simply not available, possibly as they’re dull.  However, they have been restored.  (As has HtTfHL.)

Seven B&W Looney Tunes.  Mostly the same as above.  The Daffy Duckaroo and Tokio Jokio are banned for content, though we may see Duckaroo someday (Native American caricatures have traditionally been less banned than Black and Asian caricatures).  Saps in Chaps also has some Native American gags, I think.  As for The Fire Alarm, Joe Glow the Firefly, Gopher Goofy and Nutty News, they’ve been restored but never released.

The rest of the “Censored 11”, of which Hittin’ the Trail for Hallelujah Land was the first.  As most cartoon fans know, this is not a catch all of all racist WB cartoons, it’s just the ones that were owned by Associated Artists productions.  So yeah, Sunday Go to Meetin’ Time, Clean Pastures, Uncle Tom’s Bungalow, Jungle Jitters, The Isle of Pingo Pongo, All This and Rabbit Stew (a Bugs Bunny cartoon), Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs, Tin Pan Alley Cats, Angel Puss and Goldilocks and the Jivin’ Bears.  They’ve all been restored.

The dog cartoons.  There are a bunch of one-shots that have no regular characters but all involve dogs, and (likely as they don’t have a “star” and aren’t really great) they’ve never come out.  Pappy’s Puppy, Mixed Master, A Waggily Tale, Dog Tales.  All but Pappy’s Puppy are restored.

Miscellaneous “banned for content” cartoons.  Which is Witch (a Bugs Bunny cartoon), Tom Tom Tomcat (a Tweety and Sylvester cartoon), and two REALLY late cartoons, Hocus Pocus Pow Wow and Injun Trouble.  None of these have been restored.

Random missing 50s stuff.  A Bone for a Bone (Goofy Gophers), Sock a Doodle Doo (Foghorn Leghorn), Easy Peckin’s, Quack Shot (Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd), Trick or Tweet (Tweety).

60s stuff that’s still actually Warner Brothers.  There’s about 10 or 12 early 60s cartoons that just aren’t very good, and that’s why they’re not out.  They’ve all been restored except Unnatural History and What’s My Lion, which are two of the worst LT/MM shorts that ever came out – not for content, they’re simply pathetically unfunny.

All the post-64 stuff.  There’s a pile, I won’t break them down one by one.  Mostly Daffy/Speedy cartoons, the nadir of both characters.  A few of the Roadrunner cartoons that weren’t stuffed onto that one DVD a while back.  They’re here as no one wants to watch them.

The post-67 stuff, aka the nightmare years.  Cool Cat, Merlin the Magic Mouse, Bunny and Claude… those.  (Though actually, both Bunny and Claude shorts HAVE been released.)  They’re here for the same reason – unpopularity.

Note this doesn’t even get into the cartoons which were fine to release in the 1980s on VHS but *aren’t* fine to release now (all the Merrie Melodies that weren’t banned but have racial stereotypes, such as the Inki cartoons, a huge number of cowboy and Indian cartoons, and Bugs Bunny’s unfortunate wartime cartoon).  Or all the stuff that’s restored and out on Max, but has never hit a DVD or Blu-Ray (half of the 30s Merrie Melodies).  Or the stuff that’s unrestored, not on Max and has never hit a DVD or Blu-Ray (the other half of the 1930s Merrie Melodies).  Or Holiday for Drumsticks, what’s up with that?

In any case, when they announce the cartoons for the 4th set in a week or so, you can look at this list and see if it has any of those.

[imagine-shenanigans]

Ugh I neeeeeed more of that ghost fic where he basically assigns himself as your boyfriend after defending you from a creep 😭😭 he’s so yuck but also where my men at

great news i started writing it as a oneshot but in the meantime heres some extra ideas to tide you over that im not sure if theyre going in the fic or not

Ghost doesnt end up touching you sexually at first, its all just grounding to him. Almost reverent, at times, when you wake up to him in your bed and he wasnt there before, fingertips running along your skin, eyes half lidded. Like something he never thought he could have. Presses his face to the crook of your neck and breathes. Its so soft and... well, tender, that you almost forget he broke in again. (Almost.)

calling the cops on him does absolutely nothing. every complaint is wiped from the database, any time you try and report him to a commanding officer... nothing. He's a fucking ghost, what did you expect? To invite him in and be done wirh him when he gets scary? No sweetheart, you take the whole of him whether you like it or not. (And you will like it, he will make sure of it.) The first time you call the cops and go to a hotel room, he flips you onto your stomach and spanks you raw, makes you cockwarm him with your mouth for an hour at least while he tells you exactly what you did wrong. Slips a remote control vibrator in you and then a chastity belt and sends you on your merry way back home when he's done. Sets the vibrator off at random times during the night

The first time you complain to Price, the captain just raises an eyebrow, and sighs. Tells you that he's not going to get involved in anyone's marriage, and you blink at him, dumbly, until Ghost walks in. When Price repeats himself, this time to Ghost, Simon huffs and takes you home. He spanks your pussy hard between edges, but eats you out reverently for the rest of the night, rutting his hips into the mattress as you sob and writhe against where your wrists are bound behind your back. When you're all wrung out he slips a ring on your finger and warns you not to take it off.

Simon pulls you into his lap while watching movies, running his hand along your sides soothingly. He doesn't watch horror movies, or slashers, surprisingly enough. He won't entertain the idea of anything even remotely scary and flicks it off with a displeased hum, turning it to cartoons when you try and put on Scream (half to make a point, half for the joke) and pulls you down onto hsi chest so youre cuddling.

This Simon hates to see you cry, hates discomfort, hates anything negative (but understands ehen it happens). You're his girl, and hes your man, and so that means you should be happy. He wants to treat you right, even as he chips your phone so he can find it anywhere. Can find YOU anywhere. Won't take no for an answer. He does whatever he pleases, because you're his. And you do whatever you please because he's YOURS. Gets rock fucking hard if you push him down and ride his face or his cock, hell if you lay next to him, and press his fingers to your clit he'll take care of you for hours until you stop.

You punish HIM once, just to see if you can, and are astonished when Simon lets you mark him up with hickies because he was out too late drinking. He lets you edge him for an hour, and takes it because youre his wife and he knows he fucked up. (Only lets you do this when he feels like it though. When he decides you're right. Or thinks its fun.)

Also gets rock hard when you're jealous - even if you try not to be. to remjnd yourself that hes invented a relationship in his head, that hes a creep, etc... he just presses you into the mattress and coos softly at you, his thick cock pumping in and out of you as tears bead in your eyes. Tells you how precious you are, and fucks the jealousy out of you for hours if need be. Then he holds you close, making you cockwarm him. He presses soft kisses to your head and runs his hands over your skin. Lets you drool on his chest and snore and shuffle around in your sleep. Chuckles when you snuggle into him

[antimony-medusa]

The thing with RPF

Okay, I don't tend to engage much with RPF. I have read it, but only when recommended by someone whose taste I trust (I think it's all supernatural aus that I've read, to-date), and my intention is not to write it. Not really my scene.

However, I really think this fandom could stand to stop treating RPF like it is the devil.

If you engage only with someone in the form of like an hour a week of video of them performing for an audience, particularly if that video is edited, like, when you start mentally rotating characters to create with, your brain isn't gonna draw a huge difference between the guy from the scripted thing you watched, and the person from, idk, mythbusters. Love to see my guy make a big explosion.

In both situations, you don't know them as people, you know them as like, personas, characters. You are essentially engaging with them as fictional characters, cause you only see the small segment of their lives that they put into the video, and whatever story they're telling with that. You don't know them as people, because how could you? So your brain going "hehe what if hunger games au" is just one of the ways brains work.

And idk, as long as you know you're doing that, I think that's fine.

It's fiction. You're writing/reading fiction. It's in the name. You know that it's not true, you're dealing with fictionalized versions of like, stage personas, or teaching methodologies, or historical records, and you can make your little fictions, and you show it to the eight people who are also really into *spins wheel* Ancient Egyptian RPF or *spins other wheel* Taskmaster UK TV RPF or *continues to spin the wheel* Polygon (web series) RPF. You all shake each other's hands and go "man I really like [person/character] and I think about them a lot" and someone else goes "I also think about [person/character] a lot and I think that if he was a warrior cat he would be a kittypet" and someone else goes "I think if [peson/character] would boil an egg the egg would explode cause he's really bad at boiling eggs" and you go "go on". You are all silly together, and you are all doing fiction, and you go on your merry way.

Like that is A Thing People Do On The Internet, and that stays in its its designated space, and that's fine. Might not be your jam but it's fine. That is not more weird than inventing an elaborate imaginary religion for a minecraft world, or working out the emotional nuance of an arranged marrige au between fictional detectives, or carefully making an elaborate interlocking series of stories where someone from a children's cartoon is horribly tortured, rescued, recovers, and gets their vengance. All of that looks weird from the outside, and is a fine and honourable thing to do in your little circles on the internet.

The part where this becomes a problem is when you take your fiction (lies we tell recreationally) out of the designated circle of people enjoying the fictions, and you shove it in the face of the person it's based on, and go "do you like this" or "is this okay" or "I found this and I think it's bad is it bad".

When you are doing the fiction you are engaging with the person as a character which is like, fine, and a truthful reflection of how much you actually know them (not at all, you don't know them), but in shoving it in their face you are going "I don't know you but I want you to react to this for my entertainment/justification, because I think this reflects on you, and apparently I think I deserve your time and attention, and also I think I already know how you're gonna react and I'm gonna use it for my callout posts", which is like, so much ruder than just making fictions about people you don't actually know.

Like writing a superhero au about the person you watch video game speedrun— based. Love the imagination. That is making something from nothing, a great creative act. I could not do that at all but I salute you.

Telling the speedrunner about it? No were you raised in a barn. You are not writing it for the person to approve of— they don"t know you— you are writing it for fun and the enjoyment of other speedrunner enjoyers. Keep it locked down.

As long as we're all aware that RPF is fiction, and we keep it in circles where we're circulating it as fiction— ao3 archive locks exist for a reason! this is not something you want to show up on a google search!— this is just a thing people do for entertainment. Don't bring it up to the person it's about, and you're fine.

And I've been thinking about this because like, I don't think what I'm writing is RPF, but BOY from the outside people seem to think it is! Including the creators! Which means that even while I'm doing my best to adhere to character beats from the story and not just streamer personas, and differentiate between the dude in england and the dude in 3rd life, also I should be aware that if the creator hits it, he's probably gonna think that I'm just writing this about him.

Things go SO MUCH BETTER if the creator only finds it if he goes "huh I wonder what people are writing about me" and deliberately goes to look for it, not if he's just going along thinking about disney movies and someone comes screaming into his field of view like "people are writing about you on the internet". And then he's gotta deal with the ways he's percieved, and whatever weird warrior cat situation people were putting him in, and the fact that people don't know him but think he can't boil an egg, and the 3rd life cannibalism aus, and and and— it's a mess. Please don't do that.

All of this to say A) RPF is fine actually that's just like one of the ways storytelling works— we're not writing RPF but it isn't the devil either. B) STOP TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT FANFICTION.

[mayajadewrites]

jjk men x christmas morning

prompt: christmas morning with the jjk men

mentioned: geto, gojo, nanami, choso, and toji

christmas fluff hehe ❄🎄🎅🏻🎄❄

authors note: for toji's one shot, megumi is 5-6 years old

suguru geto: Suguru tends to seep into seasonal depression during the holidays, so Christmas morning isn't as magical as it was when you were a child. He keeps to himself, making sure his mental health stays afloat while also being present for you.

This holiday season has been especially tough for him and your relationship, but you will do anything to make it work.

After tossing and turning for almost an hour, you finally meek up the courage to wake Suguru up.

"Sugu." You whisper, watching his chest move with his breaths. His eyes fluttered open, revealing his chocolate eyes.

"Good morning my love." Suguru half smiled, kissing your forehead.

"Merry Christmas Suguru." You bury yourself in his chest, while his arms wrap around your body.

"Merry Christmas. Do you want to go downstairs?"

"Why? I haven't brought the presents down yet." You tilt your head curiously.

Suguru was silent as he grabbed your hand and led you out of the bedroom. The apartment you shared with Suguru was so cozy and warm, making it hard to ever leave.

You walk down the stairs and see the Christmas tree lit up with piles of presents underneath it, along with a tray of cookies with a bite taken out of one.

"You did this? For me?" You grab Suguru, hugging him tightly.

"This is your favorite holiday, I wasn't gonna let you wake up and not feel the magic." He pressed his lips to yours gently, pulling his body into yours.

"You're gonna be such a great father." You look up into the pools of chocolate in his eyes.

Suguru did a double take when you said that.

"Are you...?"

You grab the small present on top of the table with a red bow, handing it to Suguru. "Merry Christmas, Suguru."

As Suguru neatly opened the present, his eyes lit up when he saw what was inside the box. A pregnancy test with the word "positive" as well and a + sign.

"Baby," Suguru paused and twists the test hin his hands. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I wouldn't want to start a family with anyone else." You rubbed your stomach lightly.

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satoru gojo: Satoru adores Christmas. Since you moved in with him, he has hyped up the holidays and how much he decorates his home.

The place you share with Satoru is currently covered in green, red, elves, and Santa Claus. Every single room looks like a scene from a Christmas movie.

"Sweetness." Satoru said in a sing-song way from the kitchen. "Come here."

You listen, Satoru hearing the your feet pad through the hallway.

"Yes, Satoru?"

"Look what I got!" He held up a mistletoe, his glasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyebrows looked almost cartoon like as they moved.

"Very cute." You watch as he lifts the mistletoe over his head and purses his lips. You push yourself onto your tip-toes and kiss his lips softly before he pulled you back in to snake his tongue into your mouth.

"Satoru," You giggle, gently pushing his chest. "Let's open gifts now. We have to head to my parents house soon."

"Well, they love me so we can be as late as we want."

"We're not going to be late to my parents Christmas dinner because you cannot keep it in your pants."

Satoru rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out. "Not like you weren't thinking about it too."

You turn around to go to the Christmas tree, noticing all of the mistletoes hanging from several spaces in your home. "Satoru...."

"It's gonna take us awhile to get to the tree." He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, stealing a kiss. "Merry Christmas, sweetness."

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

kento nanami: Kento Nanami finds the holiday season exhausting - working long hours so he can afford to get you anything and everything you want for Christmas. At the end of the day, however, he loves the smile that appears on your face when you see Christmas lights and decorations. Christmas mornings with you consist of a eating Christmas cookies and baking other treats - something you and Nanami enjoy doing together.

"Kento, what shape should I make this batch?" You hold up two different cookie cutters. "Snowman or Santa?"

"Hm..." Kento tapped his chin, glancing at each of the cutters. "Santa. It's Christmas morning."

"Good choice." You smile as you pressed the Santa shape to the cookie dough. "Can you pass me the chocolate chip cookie dough?"

"Of course, beautiful." He grabbed the bowl and brought it to you, moving a piece of hair out of your face. "God, how did I get so lucky?"

"You are so sweet." You look into Kento's eyes, watching him study every detail of your face. "Thank you for making this Christmas morning my best yet." You mix the dough, bringing the spoon to Kento's mouth. "Taste."

Kento opened his mouth to let the spoon in and nodded in approval. "Amazing. I almost can't wait for them to be done already."

"It's my grandma's top secret recipe." You wiggle your hips with excitement, scooping the dough onto the baking sheet.

"I can't wait to meet her today." Kento wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You speak to highly of her."

"Christmas is her favorite holiday, like me." You lean back onto Kento's chest. "She's the best."

"I don't doubt it." Kento planted a kiss on your cheek before walking to the living room. "Let's watch a Christmas movie while we bake. Love Actually?" He held up the remote in your line of vision.

"It's like you were made for me."

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

choso kamo: Choso is a family man. He adores his brothers so much that he wants you to get along with them just as much as he does. Specifically, his little brother Yuji Itadori. You spent Christmas Eve with his family at their cabin, fully immersing yourself in Choso's family.

Christmas morning was full of wrapping paper and Christmas songs – the picture perfect Christmas.

"Baby, are you enjoying yourself?" Choso sat next to you on the couch. "You're quiet."

"I'm just... taking everything in, Choso. I've never had a Christmas morning like this. Laughs, smiles, music, all of it."

You never had a big family like this and adore how much Choso loves his family.

"I'm so glad you're here." He kissed your temple, glancing at Yuji. "He loves your gift the most I think."

You gifted Yuji a polaroid camera – he mentioned a couple of times that he loves having photos from moments that he wants to remember forever.

"I hope he loves it."

"He will never love it as much as I love you." Choso closed the space between you, pressing his lips to yours gently. His hand caressed your face, causing you to smile against his lips.

"Choso!! Get a room!" Yuji whined.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

toji fushiguro: As a single dad, Toji has a hard time with Christmas. His son, Megumi, is his world but he has never been great at the whole Santa thing. This year, you helped him bring the magic.

"Daddy!" Megumi ran out of his room, gasping as he saw the decorations. Toji helped you set up the cookies, while taking (several) bites out of them, a gulp of milk, and shoe prints (Toji had to put on his work boots, walking through the house as quietly as he could so he didn't wake Megumi up) to make it look like Santa was there.

"Santa was here! Look at all the presents!!" Megumi hugged Toji's legs, earning a head pat from Toji.

You're leaning against the doorway in your bedroom that you share with Toji, smiling at your boyfriend being a dad. Toji turned around and flashed a smile at you, waving his hand for you to come over to them. He handed you a cup of freshly made coffee, briefly kissing your lips before Megumi interrupted.

"Look!!" Megumi called your name. "Santa came!"

"Oh wow!" You kneel down to Megumi's level, gasping at the piles of presents. "You must've been at the top of the nice list this year."

Megumi began opening his presents, showing both of you every one he got from Santa.

"You did good." Toji kissed the top of your head, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist.

"We did good." You emphasized the we, leaning into Toji's side. You sipped your coffee and watched Megumi open all of his gifts, then there was one left in the tree.

"Megumi, are you gonna open that one?" You look at the small box in the tree, not remembering setting that up last night.

"That's yours from Daddy."

"What?" You look at Toji as he walked to the tree and grabbed the box. Next thing you know, he's on one knee.

"Will you marry me?" Toji smiled as he opened the small box, your dream ring shining in the morning sun.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

authors note: merry christmas everyone!! i had fun writing these, i've had these one shots on my list of to dos for awhile and i loveeeeee me some jjk men!!

[dionysianchub]

I'm so sure you've been asked this before and if so I am so sorry for asking again lmao but what's your opinion on dark/death feedism?

I've seen your posts on the fatalobesity reddit page and wanted to ask, bc you seem at least a little interested?

You don't have to answer if you don't want to btw, like don't feel obligated or anything!!

I have such a weird relationship with dark/death feedism. 😅 In reality, if my weight became a serious health risk I would immediately change my habits and lose it. I'm here for a good time, but also as long a time as I can, I have a lot to want to live for.

On the other hand, the fantasy of it gets me so fucking hot and bothered. When I look back at my formative years, I remember immobility, force feeding, and death-by-food being such a morbid fascination for me long before I had a word for what I was feeling. "Pigs is Pigs" is one of my earliest "oh no I like this" memories - an old merry melodies cartoon about a greedy piglet that gets kidnapped by an evil scientist, strapped into a feeding machine, and force fattened on all the food he could ever want, and then some. Once released, he passes by a table of food, and despite how stuffed and fat he already is, he decides to get in one more bite - then pops. To this day I still think about that and wish someone would come whisk me away to their evil pig-fattening lab to feed me till I finally 💥

Another core memory I have is participating in a college play, when I was probably no more than 6 or 7 (they needed village children lmao) I remember the primary villain being this enormously fat man of great wealth that keeps eating himself into heart attacks. His mistress, jealous of his wandering eye and covetous of his wealth, cooks extravagant feasts for him to keep her fat man nice and unhealthy, until he finally suffers a fatal heart attack mid-stuffing. The idea of someone pushing food my way and spoiling me with the sole intention of making me so unhealthily fat... I remember feeling worried at how much that intrigued me. 🥵

By the time I was in high school, I was much more aware of my tastes and desires, and recall watching things like Se7en, Monty Python's Meaning of Life, and The Big Feast; films that each depict men eating to bursting/death, and each only served to drive that desire deeper into my feedee brain.

Honestly, it makes me wonder. If I found myself at the hands of a death feeder, maybe.... Just maybe... 👀

[veeluvss]

✮⋆˙ “Smile, Aaron!”

Day 6 of 12 days of Christmas

Aaron x reader

1545

You are Aaron’s new gf and spend Christmas Day with him and Jack

“Y/N look at my Darth Vader lego!” Jack exclaimed as you entered the apartment. It was Christmas Morning and you’d let Jack and Aaron have their morning together before heading in.

“Jack, let y/n get in first buddy,” Aaron laughed. You smiled and embraced Aaron. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist and he even lifted you off your feet slightly. You squealed, not expecting it.

“Merry Christmas beautiful,” he whispered.

“Merry Christmas handsome,” you replied. He lifted your chin with his fingers and took your lips into a soft kiss. Jack ‘ewwed’ as he watched it and you laughed, pulling away. You tried to hide your blush but it was unsuccessful. He wrapped an arm around your waist and you turned to his son.

“Whats this present you got?” You asked him.

“It’s star wars lego! Can we build it now? Can you help y/n?” He asked, smiling up at you with his big eyes.

“Dinner is nearly ready but you can start it together,” Hotch said.

“How about you open my presents, we set the table and then after dinner, we can start it - all three of us?” You suggested. Jack’s eyes lit up widely.

“You got us presents?”

“Of course I did! Go sit down.”

You picked up the large bag that you left by the door and Aaron looked at you.

“You didn’t need to get us anything.”

“I know,” you said, smiling. “I wanted to. Go sit.”

Both your boys sat eagerly. Jack with his legs tucked under him on the floor and Aaron sat on the sofa.

“Okay, it’s nothing mega. I just saw them all and thought of you,” you said. You handed Jack the three for him and Aaron two for him. Jack immediately ripped off the paper and out fell another star wars lego set which made Aaron laugh.

“More!” Jack exclaimed.

“More! It’s not as fancy as your Darth Vader one but your dad told me how much you enjoyed lego.” It was a scene rather than a structure but Jack didn’t mind, he turned the box around to show Aaron the figures he got in the set. He was impressed. You felt the christmas warmness spread through your heart at his happy face.

“You have to open the next one at the same time as your dad-” you smiled and handed them both squishy presents.

“Okay ready dad… one… two….” they both ripped them open and Aaron burst out laughing when he noticed what it was. He held up the pyjama set, covered in little cartoon Darth Vaders and Jack held his up, covered in cartoon Lukes. They were both midnight blue, covered in other cartoons from the film - the ships, storm troopers, Chewy. It was a set of pants with a button up shirt.

“Do you get it?” you asked, sheepishly.

“Get it?” Jack asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Luke, I am your father,” Aaron said, in his best Darth Vader voice.

“Oooh!” Jack burst out laughing and you smiled too.

“You are so cute,” Aaron said, looking over at you. You blushed again, you weren’t used to this affection. “These are perfect.” he said again.

“Open your next ones, come on-” you ushered him, handing him the next gift. You loved the attention and affection but had no idea how to deal with it. Aaron smiled and opened his present whilst Jack opened his last too. You got Jack a math’s stationary set with all the correct scientific equipment as Aaron had told you he’d been super interested in physics and mathematics and he was overjoyed. You got Aaron a watch, with the face of a picture of him and Jack after his triathlon. The face was slightly opaque so unless you looked at the right angle, you couldn’t see it. He smiled widely, admiring it before pulling up his shirt sleeve and putting it on. You watched in awe at how lucky you’d got.

“Come on Dad! Let’s go get changed!” Jack announced, jumping up. He grabbed his pjs and grabbed his dad’s hand. You laughed, not expecting to see the fashion show so soon but you didn’t dare argue.

A few minutes later, Jack emerged from his room with his pajamas on. They were a little big so you called him over to help roll up the sleeves.

“These are so awesome,” he said, staring at the patterns.

“I’m glad you love them. If you want, I can take them and properly adjust them,” you told him.

“Like sew them up and things?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Yeah. If you want, unless you like them a little bigger. It’s up to you.”

“My mum used to adjust my clothes,” he said softly. You paused and looked at him. Aaron had told you what had happened to Hayley but you’d never heard either of them talk about her otherwise. Before you could say anything, Aaron came from his bedroom, wearing his too.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. A grown man, tall and scary looking sometimes looked so soft and bear-like in his star wars pjs - matching his son. You felt tears in your eyes. Jack turned and gasped loudly.

“Dad, you look so cool.”

“Thanks buddy! You look super cool too.”

You still hadn’t stopped staring at him. You watched the way Jack ran into his arms and wrapped himself around his torso. Aaron held onto him, bent over and kissed the top of his head and real tears fell down your cheeks. Your boyfriend looked up and saw them, he smiled softly. You fell even more in love with him.

“Let me get a picture,” you said, quickly wiping your tears and jumping up. You found your phone in your jacket pocket and Jack wrapped his arm around his dad’s back, turning into you. He had one hand with his thumb up and a big cheesy grin on his face. Aaron put a hand on Jack’s shoulder and copied his son’s hand gesture.

“Smile, Aaron,” you teased. Everytime there was a camera present, he seemed to lose his ability to smile.

“Dad!” Jack laughed, knowing it too. “Smile!” Aaron smiled wide, it reached his eyes and you melted once more as you took a few snapshots of your favourite boys.

You and Jack got to setting the table and Aaron went to finish up the last few bits of dinner.

“Y/N,” Jack said, sitting in his seat.

“Yeah buddy?”

“Will you be my new mum?”

You paused again. You looked at him and noticed him looking at the picture frame on the mantel. It was a beautiful picture, of Jack, Aaron and Hayley. You loved it.

“No buddy,” you said. You sat beside him, at your designated seat and he sighed. “I’ll never replace you mum. Never be your new mum. But I’ll love you and I’ll love your dad.”

“I don’t want you to adjust my pajamas,” he said after a few seconds. “That’s my mum’s job.

“That’s okay,” you replied and took hold of his hand. “You’ll grow into them anyways.”

“Okay! We have chicken, turkey, brussel sprouts, roast potatoes, yorkshire puddings, pigs in blankets, mixed vegetables and beef gravy!” Aaron said proudly. You smiled and looked at the extravagant spread.

“We’re going to eat all of this to ourselves?” you asked.

“Dad gives the left overs to the homeless shelters. We always go on boxing day,” Jack announced as he reached to help himself. Your eyes grew wide in shock and your heart exploded with love. You looked at Aaron and he blushed.

“Could you get any better?” you asked softly, almost talking to yourself.

“Any meat, m’lady?” He said, keeping his eyes down and presenting the plate of chicken.

Later that night, you sat in front of the fire with your feet up and hot chocolate in your hand. You had a film ready to play on the large TV and a bundle of blankets around you. You could hear Aaron putting Jack to bed and you smiled contently. This had been the best christmas you had had in the longest time and your boys had made it so special.

It wasn’t long before Aaron joined you on the sofa. He sat beside you and you turned to look at him. You admired the shadow forming on his chin and his slightly tired eyes from the long day.

“You look so beautiful in the fire light,” he said. You blushed and lowered your eyes. “And you look even more beautiful with pink cheeks.”

“Shush,” you giggled nervously and turned to the TV. He laughed a little and moved closer to you. He put the blanket over his legs and you realised he was still wearing the pjs. He wrapped an arm around your waist and cuddled in to you. You felt the butterflies in your stomach but let you head curl in the crease of his neck. He planted a gentle kiss onto your head before resting his chin on it.

“Y/N,” he muttered after a few moments.

“Hm?” You replied, letting your eyes fall closed in the warmness of his embrace.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You replied with no hesitation. You didn’t need to hesitate. You did love him.

[suzayaaa]

KITTY CHRISTMAS - 재민

pairing: jaemin x reader

wordcount: 1.3k

themes: fluff, established relationship

warnings: mentions of food

suza’s note: merry early christmas!!!

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“All I want for Christmas…”

“Is you,” Jaemin wraps his warm hands around your waist as he finishes the song lyrics. You smile at him through the reflection in the mirror, a gesture he reciprocates easily.

You’ve always loved the atmosphere of Christmas. With the snow everywhere, people running around with shopping bags, Christmas commercials all around the city, and everything decorated in greens and reds and different lights, the excitement in you is thrilling—and it’s even better since you started dating Jaemin.

For the past three years, you spent this special time with him. He’s always loved to make you feel adored, and a part of his love included gifts. This time is a little different, not only because it’s the first Christmas you spend after moving in together, but also because this year you decided to surprise yourself, contrary to the previous years when you told each other what type of gifts you wanted to receive.

“Are you ready, baby?” He turns you around so you’re facing him and adjusts the necklace you just put on, the one he gave you exactly a year ago.

You hum a small ‘yes’ as he takes your hand and leads you through the decorated apartment to a prepared table.

You both sit, surrounded by the strong smell of various foods and burning candles, and start eating. Your eyes widen at your own cooking skills when you feel the perfectly seasoned meat melt in your mouth. As you eat, you and Jaemin catch up on the latest news in your lives, tell each other stories, and enthuse about all the different things until your boyfriend notices you eagerly eyeing the Christmas tree. You make eye contact once you feel his eyes on you a little longer than usual, a smirk on his face telling you he is as ready as you.

You run up in tiny steps to the decorated tree and sit on your ankles in front of it, Jaemin props himself next to you. You giggle quietly, excited to finally move on to your favorite part of the holiday.

Your hand gestures to the gifts under the tree and you look at Jaemin with an elated smile, “Go first.”

He whispers an ‘okay’ as you hand him a box wrapped in red Christmas paper with graphic fairy lights as a design. He rips the paper, dragging the act for as long as he can with a playful smirk on his face that only makes your excitement grow. Your eyes follow his hands as the box reveals itself painfully slowly.

“Oh my god, come on!” You groan when tapping your nails on the cold floor isn’t enough to ease your impatience anymore. Jaemin lets out an evil laugh, like a cartoon character, and rips the paper with one motion.

His eyes light up when he opens the box and sees a brand-new camera wrapped in bubble wrap, the one he had been talking about for weeks, if not months. He looks up at you with a bright smile and pecks your lips, saying, “Thank you”.

You watch him unwrap the new device from the protection, popping some of the bubbles, as he curiously inspects it, telling you to pose, already taking the very first photo. You blush, wanting to see the result.

As your boyfriend points out all of the new features his previous camera didn’t have, your attention gets stolen by the other boxes under the tree, particularly three boxes tied with silver ribbons. You tell yourself it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, or maybe the Christmas lights from the tree mess with your vision, but no. Your mouth falls open when you realize the boxes are moving.

You look between the boxes and a beaming Jaemin in terror. Your hand anxiously reaches for his arm so he can finally look at you, and when he does, you point at the alive gifts with a question mark on your face.

“Babe, why are the…”

“Oh!” His eyebrows shoot up once he realizes what you’re talking about. He puts the camera aside, “These are yours, angel. Don’t be scared, open them.”

His words scare you even more.

You stiffly stretch your hand out and cut the ribbons with the scissors you grabbed beforehand. After you put the silver fabric and scissors away, you take another look at Jaemin who is clearly having much more fun than you.

Your boyfriend nods at the boxes with his head with an inviting smile. Deciding it’s better to do it right away, you take a deep breath before you pull one of them closer to yourself and yank the cover away.

“Holy shit,” your eyes widen, this time not from terror, and a smile creeps up to your face, widening with each second until your lips physically can’t stretch anymore.

A pair of big black eyes stare right at you from the box, making you completely melt on the spot. You take the fluff ball into your hands as you look between your boyfriend and the cat, trying to form any words.

“Open the other gifts,” Jaemin says, leaning towards you.

Your head snaps to the other boxes. You move the kitten to your right arm and hold it there, your left hand immediately ripping one of the ties away. A gasp leaves your hanging mouth when you see another kitten, this one lying comfortably, maybe even asleep. Stuck in a daze, you do the same to the last box—the sight welcomes you for the third time.

“Oh my god,” you breathe as you take the kittens out of the boxes, letting the first one happily join them on the floor. You look at a beaming Jaemin, not realizing how your hands gesture in confusion.

“You said you’ve always wanted a pet, but your parents never allowed it,” he explains calmly, observing the kittens teaming up in exploring the room, “now we live together, so I thought this might be the time.”

Your heart beats a little louder at his thoughtfulness. You wrap your hands around his neck with a grin, almost squeezing the life out of him when you pull him into your arms. He hugs you back, breathing in the scent of your favorite perfume, and listens to the endless thank yous you mumble into his shoulder.

You pull away, wanting to see your new family members again, and coo at the sight of them wrapped in curtains at the other end of the living room. “Do they have names yet?” You ask, but your attention stays on the kittens.

“No, not yet.”

You hum, bringing your hand to your chin, as you inspect the cats’ faces and patterns on their fur, trying out different names in your head. Your eyebrows shoot up and you lift your finger in the air when a certain idea clicks in.

“I know!” You take another look at the cats, finalizing your choice, “Luna, Luke, and Lucy.”

You turn to Jaemin for approval which he expresses by a pleased look on his face. “I love it,” he says, reaching for his Christmas gift.

He stands up, walks over to the kittens exploring the corners of your shared apartment, and crouches next to them to take a couple of photos. He then reviews them with a smile, and goes back to you, reaching for your hand to help you stand up.

He places his hand on your cheek and kisses you sweetly. You wrap your arms around his waist, wanting to step closer, but jump away with a scream when you feel something scratchy at your feet. You look down to see the three companions around Jaemin, and a mini mistletoe you put on a coffee table a couple of days ago. You both laugh to yourself as you take the decoration from them, facing your boyfriend again.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Jaemin says with a smile as another peck lands on your lips.

You wrap your hands around his neck, grinning happily, “Merry Christmas.”

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[highhhfiveee]

Imagine having matching Christmas pj’s with Mike and Abby?🥹

IT WOULD BE SO CUTE😭

-🌊

!!!!! [i'm a little sleepy so bear with me lmao] pairing: mike schmidt x blackfem!reader summary: mint!reader spends christmas with the schmidts. wc: 880 tags: fem!reader, major fluff, christmas pajamas. just pure holiday sweetness [,: sorry if there are errors, it's late and i'm damn near conking at the keys

i have a pair of reindeer fleece pants that i’ve had for the last two years, and i can imagine abby gifting mint!reader a pair of them while you clear your dinner plates from the coffee table. 

"i gave mike his pair already. i was supposed to wait, but i was too excited," you're forced to place the dishes on the counter as she shoves the pants into your hands with a wide, toothy smile. the reindeer's heads are adorned with santa hats, festive lights strung around their antlers and ears. 

they're pretty cute, screened over the entirety of both legs, and you're rubbing your hand over the soft, fluffy material with a warm-hearted hum. you return abby's smile, reaching down to sway her side to side in a tight hug. "thank you, abs. you have great taste." 

"tell me something i don't know," she replies, and you lean on the counter in a fit of laughter, abby joining you soon after

mike had accepted his pair with a bit of reluctance, giving abby a slow and fabricated, "thankssssss...." as he stared down at the ugly cartoon reindeer. they were everywhere, crudely-drawn with unintelligible blobs for "lights". 

he'd stuffed them to the back of one of his dresser drawers.

the holiday is on a saturday this year, and he's so excited to be able to spend the entire day with you and abby. it's already panning out to be a good time as he enters to the tall christmas tree that's been set up in the corner, illuminated with lightbulbs of all sizes and colors. the ornaments are mostly silly; cardboard gift boxes, paper snowflakes and candy canes, and other kitschy things you and abby had made over the last twelve days.

there's a decent stack of presents under the tree, all wrapped in ways indicative of who handled them. mike's got one more for you in his grip, and he's about to set it under the tree when abby appears from the hallway, staring him down. "what's in your hand?"

"a present. merry christmas, abs." 

"is it for me?" 

"no, it's for y/n. just something last minute." abby takes in the small jewelery store bag dangling from his finger, squinting her eyes. 

"is it a ring?" 

"what---abby, no. we've been on one date." 

"i heard it went well." 

"yeah, well, one date isn't grounds for marriage, good or not. jeez, why don't you go talk to y/n and stop pestering me?" 

"she's changing into her christmas pajamas, something you should be doing as well. won't be fully christmas without them." 

mike stands to his full height, shaking his head with an irritated, "nuh uh. not happening, sorry." 

"oh come on, i spent my allowance on those pants!" 

"terrible purchase," mike deadpans, beginning to move towards the kitchen when you come into the early morning light of the living room. it stops him in his tracks. 

your hair rests atop your head, curly tendrils toppling over your eyes, and you look down at yourself as you notice mike staring at you. you survey for drool stains since you slept in your black camisole, and twist and turn as you scrutinize the pants on your bottom half. "a little small, but they'll do. thanks again, abby. you're really sweet," you're reaching out to pull abby into your side when you finally see mike, giving him such a bright, energized smile even though it's 7:53 in the morning. you're just so beautiful, and it nearly causes mike to lose all brain function.

"hi, mike! did you have a good shift?" 

"yeah," he sighs out, tongue so dry it'd work better as tinder. he composes himself, swallowing as he jokes, "watching over animatronics is really the life." 

you giggle, turning to hide your blushed cheeks and goofy, totally-crushing-very-hard grin. "well, you're employee of the century in my eyes, your picture should be everywhere! oh, speaking of pictures, abby wanted to take one with all of us in our festive pjs. mind changing real quick?"

there's no protest. mike's damn near the roadrunner with how fast he dashes in and out of his room, standing in front of you two in a white t-shirt and his reindeer pants in what feels like fifteen seconds. 

abby sticks her tongue out at him, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest with an indignant head raise, but mike pays her no mind, musing, "so...a picture you said," to you as he stares into your eyes and melts like a bar of chocolate left out on a hot day. 

the picture comes out cute; abby sits between you and mike, and your cheek rests against the top of her head while he keeps the two of you close to him by stretching one of his arms across your shoulderblades and pulling you in tighter. you're all smiling, perfectly poised for the shot, and mike can't help but think about how this is all he wants forever as you shriek at the custom necklace that he's gotten for you; deep yellow gold with a heart locket that had a tiny picture of him and abby inside, all of your initials carved into the metal on the other half. 

"mike!" 

"merry christmas, y/n."

omg i was not expecting to write this but how fucking cute. i really do love the holiday season so this is really nice. i can't believe american thanksgiving is in THREE DAYS. that's fucking NUTS!

faire's seedlings ✿

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DUMBASS DUO SHOWDOWN ROUND 3 BATTLE 4

Merry & Pippin (lord of the rings) vs Beavis and Butthead (from, series with the same name)

PROPAGANDA

Merry & Pippin

They caused nearly all of the problems in The Fellowship of the Ring + they’re small and silly

Beavis & Butthead

These guys are the OG dumbasses. IDK if tumblr even has a following for this show (its not bingeable and its kinda lame these days) but I think anyone who grew up in the 90s and 2000s remembers watching or at least seeing a video of these guys. They're annoying, judgy, and fun, all because they're two stupid guys who do stupid shit all day.

Their entire gimic is being absolute fucking idiots

"Beavis and Butt-Head are not role models. They're not even human. They're cartoons. Some of the things they do would cause a person to get hurt, expelled, arrested, possibly deported. To put it another way: don't try this at home."

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just the Scooby Doo gang (mystic Falls gang) on a happy Christmas night, and Stefan and the reader drinking hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. (something cute plis)

It was Christmas night in Mystic Falls, and for the first time in a while, things finally seemed normal. There were no: Evil witches. Originals. Immortals. Travelers. Gemini Coven. Just a normal Christmas night in the Salvatore estate.

Y/N watched as Elena and Caroline brought out the trays of Christmas hot chocolate. Matt, Tyler, and Jeremy were in the corner. A game of cards going on as Damon and Alaric filled their cups with something a little bit stronger than cocoa. Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie sat down as the TV was playing a rerun of the Grinch cartoon.

He stole two cups off the tray, and headed towards the fireplace where his loving boyfriend, Stefan was perched at. Y/N sat next to him and handed him the mug that looked like the Grinch's head. Stefan raised an eyebrow at Y/N. "Are you really giving the brooding guy the Grinch mug on purpose?" Stefan jokes.

Y/N chuckles. "Maybe." He snuggled up close to Stefan, and took a sip of his cup. "So, I'm not supposed to say this, but I'm your secret Santa."

"Oh? And just what did you get me?"

"Follow me." Y/N stood as Stefan followed him to the Christmas tree. Stefan watched as Y/N searched the sea of presents underneath the tree before he pulled one that was green with a red bow on top. "Merry Christmas, Stefan."

Stefan unwrapped his present as he wondered what it could be until he took off the wrapping paper that was covering it, and saw that it was a cowboy hat. Stefan gives him an inquisitive look. "Cowboy hat?"

"Yeah, Damon told me about Mezzanotte, your horse when you were a teenager in 1864. I figured you would like to remember what it's like to ride a horse again. So, I found a horse and he belongs to you. Mr. Gallagher is keeping him at the stables for me. We can go see him tomorrow if you want?"

Stefan smiled. "I never thought I'd ever get to ride another horse again, especially as a vampire. So, thank you. You're sweet, and I'm lucky to have you." Stefan brought him close and kissed him on the lips.