#new year treat 2025

[taskmastersource]

TASKMASTER NEW YEAR TREAT 2025 CONTESTANTS REVEALED

[hopeinthebox]

bts + new year's resolutions

[blahlahblash]

Happy New Year(s Eve) Everyone!

[starflungwaddledee]

🎉wishing you happiness for the holidays, and all the best for a brand new year! 🎀

pulled some mutuals names out of a hat, and drew as many gifts as i could before 2025 hit! here's starstruck spreading a little cheer with her friends; hope you all enjoy! credits under the cut!

characters in order, by row. some have slightly tweaked outfits from their usual to match the festive vibes!

@kamalemons's pink lemonade driblee, @what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me's sir meteor, @aseuki's phemus // @deafeninggardenerpanda's remi dee, @jojo-schmo's elfilis // @das-a-kirby-blog's graffi dee, @eliastheownerof0axolotls's flower waddle dee // and of course @moonverc3x's J bringing a little festive sparkle!

[ashleyslorens]

[atalienart]

✧*:･ﾟArt summary 2024

2014-2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021

[seagull-scribbles]

New Years Eve Party

[trans-labyrinth]

2025

IN:

creation no matter the cost or quality

plants and birds and rocks and things

berries and creams

horrific transformations into a monstrous form

dykery and faggotry and transgenderism of all forms

sitting down

women's professional sports

more juice less soda

saying yes and showing up

this stick I found

being goth

malls

leave-in conditioner

penis removal and/or attachment

being submerged in liquid

body modification that makes little kids stare in awe

being nude (also barefoot)

OUT:

being in the car

back pain

being covered in blood (sorry)

employment

canceling plans

american football (the sport)

vampires (sorry again)

cucumbers

realism in movies and video games

cub foods

catastrophising

pessimism

being mean

not brushing your teeth twice a day

[kumada-is-love]

🎉 LEOFUMI WEEK DAY 3: HIFUMI’S BIRTHDAY!! 🎉

Nothing better than spending the day with your boyfriend, sister and best friend!! 💕

[lupine-trees]

a cup of kindness yet

[ the boys hope for a happy new year. *✧･ﾟ:* ]

drarry | word count: ~1,068 | rating: t

( title from “auld lang syne” — wishing you all an easy end to 2024 & a very happy 2025 to come. ♡ )

_ _ _

The grand iron clock in the park strikes eleven, and Harry is so unbelievably late.

He’s laden with a peace offering, his grocery tote heavy on his shoulder— a loaf of the crusty bread he knows a certain someone is fond of, a top shelf Pinot noir, some sliced salami and aged pecorino, a couple cuts of the cheaper-but-tastier tiramisu. It’s paltry, a bit, but he needed a quick turnaround, couldn’t bear the thought of showing up late and empty-handed.

His footfalls echo heavily through the park as he makes his way from the shops to the nearest Apparition point.

Of course, as he rounds the corner, the dull thrum of magic that regularly emanates from the points is distinctly absent, and a crowd is building. He catches a trademark glimpse of Auror red, hears whispers hush through the huddled mass, fireworks and Firewhiskey and Muggle bystanders and Obliviate, and Harry absolutely does not have time for this.

He does a quick 180, thinking on his feet, but of course the next nearest jump-point in this part of London is another 30-minute walk the direction he just came from. He could try to track down a public Floo, but on high-volume holidays, the heavy-use networks could get a bit tetchy, and tetchy was not on the agenda.

“Christ on a broomstick,” he murmurs under his breath, turning to make his way to the underground. Muggle public transit rivaled Wizard in terms of (un)reliability, but the convenience under the circumstances made it the premier choice. Scanning his card and clipping quickly across the platform, Harry steps onto the next train just as the doors snick shut behind him.

The fluorescents are doing him no favors at this hour of night, the soft screeching sound of the hydraulics and the sway of each stop helping build the muzzy headache behind his eyes. He keeps upright, his mind fixed on his destination.

_ _ _

By the time he steps back into the street, aboveground, his patience has been spent. He breaks into a jog, heading for the narrow townhouse where his friends are undoubtedly waiting.

Sure, he’d cast off a quick Patronus at the end of his St. Mungo’s shift, but that had been nearly two hours ago now.

The pretty two-story brick rises before him, unshrouding itself of its wards, and he takes the briefest moment to catch his breath on the pavement before bounding up the steps.

He crosses the threshold, and the sound of the party within is a welcome one, warm and enveloping. It’s not so big as to be overwhelming, maintaining a sort of intimacy, but their nearest and dearest form a full house nonetheless.

Ron catches his eye from across the sitting room, and he gives a small shout and a smile before shaking his head and nodding towards the kitchen.

Harry crosses the foyer and slings his coat up in the hall haphazard, keeping his grocery bag at his side.

“You’re in such trouble,” Ginny sing-songs at him as Millicent tows her by the hand quickly around a corner.

“Piss off,” Harry offers, tossing a smile her way in spite of the nerves bubbling in his middle.

She blows him a kiss before disappearing after Millie.

In the kitchen, Luna is ladling a steaming purple drink into Hermione’s cup.

Hermione, bless her, tosses the drink back without fanfare before she glances down at her wristwatch and up again. She meets Harry’s eyes on a double-take, and something relieved settles in her brow, her shoulders un-stringing.

He crosses to her, giving a quick hug in greeting.

“Nice to see you’re still with us,” she says with a tired grin, a pat on his shoulder.

“Where—”

“He’s been in the pantry looking for a jar of olives for fifteen minutes.”

“Olives?” Harry asks.

She shoves him pantry-ward, exasperated. “Obviously there are no olives. Please let him know you’re here before he conjures some through a wall.”

Harry begins to pull open the pantry door before meeting resistance.

“Cho, I’ll be just another moment, I’m certain they’re—”

“I’m here,” Harry says, gentling through the spell on the door.

“Ah,” Draco says, bright eyes snapping up as he unfolds his legs and lifts himself from his seat on the floor. “Hello. I could’ve sworn—”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Harry cuts in, carefully handing over the tote. “I come bearing gifts. No olives though.”

Draco makes a disgruntled noise, placing the bag on a shelf. “No olives,” he muses, sifting through the goods, gaze shifting down. “Honestly, Potter, tardiness is forgivable, but no olives?”

Harry smiles and steps toward him. “I’ll bring olives next time. I brought the cheap tiramisu.”

“Ah, yes,” Draco answers drily, hiding his grin behind the bottle of wine, which he’s lifted for inspection. “We’ll pop some tiramisu in the martinis.”

“Draco,” he hums, low, placing a tender hand at the base of his spine, leaning in to slot his chin over his shoulder. “I really— I meant to be here so much sooner.”

“Hm,” Draco responds, considering. “You said you’ll bring olives next time?”

Harry wraps his arms around him. “As many as you like.”

Draco turns to him, shifting in his embrace, arms looping easily over his shoulders. “You don’t even like olives.”

Harry shakes his head. “Can’t stand them.”

Draco can’t help smiling at him. “Uncultured.”

“I brought the good bread,” Harry offers. “And I took the train.”

“No wonder you’re late,” Draco mutters, prodding, smile wry.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says, fingers trailing.

Draco leans into his space further, gaze heated. “And how do you intend to do that?”

Outside, they can hear that the crowd has shifted, gathering around the Magi-telly in the living room, the countdown beginning.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

“I have some ideas,” he answers, holding Draco firmly, crowding him back against the shelves.

Seven! Six! Five! Four!

Before the clock strikes midnight, Harry is already kissing him soundly, Draco pressing flush to him with a satisfied hum, fingers tangling in curls, Harry’s hands a sure and steady pressure on his hips.

Three! Two! One!

The year rolls over, and they find themselves entangled at the crossover: past, future.

By the time the house guests have finished their shouts of Happy New Year!, Harry is well into making good on his promise— (which is a start to a very happy new year indeed).

[ohyespotatous]

Dear, 2025

I only have one goal this year. Please be kind to me 🙏

[drawotion]

🎆 And so, a new year is here once again. 🎆

I hope all of you have a pleasant start of the year. If not, I hope things get better for you. Stay safe out there, and remember to have fun!

[displaykitkats]

3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Renoux and Sin celebrating the new year with friends, old and new. See below the cut for pics without the overlay.

[weepingnectar]

happy new year sigmas!!

[arvadthecursed]

[goldtealeaves]

to love and be loved