#one horse open? sleigh

[egg-sander]

sleigh omg it's giving presents

[inkyami]

Weather humanization series: snow

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[dontcallthedoctor]

My own take on one of my favorite character themes, the Clifton Sleigh Theme by Henry Mancini. It's a very unique, off-kilter, yet ingratiating tune that's haunted me from the moment I heard it, and I had a great time transcribing and arranging it! I'll include the original down below for those who wanna hear it, as it is somewhat hard to come by :3

That's all from me xp Workin' on more original music for ya'll so stay tuned!!!

[mod-a-day]

Paul Roberts (Projex) and Michael of Nuance "christmas dance mix" (1993)

Note: This is a medley of several Christmas-related songs.  The ones we could identify are…

James Pierpont - "The One Horse Open Sleigh" ("Jingle Bells")

Various Artists - "The Twelve Days of Christmas"

Jona Lewie - "Stop the Calvary"

William Sandys, Davies Gilbert  - "The First Noel"

… we're not very well-versed in Christmas music.

[osomatsusanki]

the hood on my winter coat is comically large and every time i put it on i feel like a horse in a blinder

[misforgotten2]

Vintage Christmas card

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

we have discovered that Heart despises christmas. so now. we’re going to be incredibly annoying >:D >:D

[potterwolves]

one time when i was little i got a hold of my dad’s phone and went on twitter and i wanted to search for “jingle bells” but i didn’t know how to use twitter so i accidentally posted simply “jingle” on my dad’s account and his brother replied “jangle”

[craftystampin]

November 2023 Paper Pumpkin Blog Hop

November 2023 Paper Pumpkin Alternatives Welcome to the A Paper Pumpkin Thing “APPT”  Monthly Blog Hop! The PPX Crew has joined up with some additional Stampin’ Up! demonstrators to give you even more amazing alternatives with the Paper Pumpkin Kits. We blog hop on the first Friday of the month with alternate projects from the prior month’s Paper Pumpkin Kit. We are all using the current month’s…

[bluedalahorse]

creating a christmas music poll of my own

I don’t really do pop Christmas music so I decided to create a poll based on my personal playlist.

There’s more songs I would put here if I could, but tumblr of course limits our poll options.

To further inform your voting, the recordings I listen to tend to be of handbell choirs, church choirs, folk artists, and deliberately old-fashioned arrangements. For instance, one of the albums I listen to has Victorian-era arrangements of Christmas carols. But I invite you to imagine your favorite arrangement of each song if it helps you select your answer!

Also, it’s way too early to post this poll, as it’s not even Advent yet. Reblog to reach everyone else on the non-pop-Christmas side of tumblr.

[lovelytsunoda]

sleigh ride // lance stroll

summary: christmas has never been his holiday. but she adores it, and he wants to make this christmas one that she won't forget.

pairing: lance stroll x fiancee!reader

warnings: marriage proposals, fluffy lance, it's super duper cheesy, lance quotes emily henry's "beach read", where can i get a lance

the snow fell down on niagara falls in scattered flurries, the waterfalls the town used as their namesake almost frozen solid in motion as they spilled into lake ontario. the sun was setting, with niagara-on-the-lake doused in an orange-pink glow as the couple ran out of the b'n'b, giggling hand in hand.

"lance, where are we going?" she giggled, mitten-clad hand clutched in her boyfriend's as he pulled her along the snowy sidewalk.

"just trust me, but you'll need to close your eyes." lance stroll insisted, turning to face her, pressing his warm lips to her rapidly cooling forehead. "we're almost there."

"if you say so." she chortled, closing her eyes and following lance as he guided her, gentle flakes falling against her knitted hat.

the breeze was cold, cutting through the many layers that they both wore as lance urged her forwards. her mind was swimming with all the possibilities lance could have come up with, but she couldn't settle on any.

christmas had never been his thing. he was raised jewish, and she had celebrated hannukah with his family before, so why would he celebrate christmas anyways? the answer was simple: because she enjoyed it. he could convince himself to embrace a little more of the christmas spirit than normal when she was around, when she insisted on putting that stunning tree in their living room, or buying elf ears for their dog.

"okay, you can open your eyes now."

she opened her eyes, instantly covering her mouth to stop the delighted scream from coming out and scaring the horses. sitting in front of her were two stunning black mares, towing a snow-white sleigh, decorated with white glitter and snowflakes, a plush throw blanket thrown over the bench in the back.

"lance, this is incredible!"

lance beamed, glowing under the streetlamps as he pulled open the metal gate door. "milady." he giggled, reaching for her gloved hand to help her into the sleigh.

she curled into him on the bench, lance fluffing the blanket out behind and over their bodies before the well-dressed man sat in the driver's seat of the sleigh flashed them a smile, and the horses began their slow trot down the cobblestones.

she slipped her gloves off, taking lance's cold hand in hers as she played with his fingers, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. her breath crystallized in the air, snowflakes falling into the sleigh and promptly melting on the winter mats on the ground.

lance himself was fidgety, the tiffany and co. box burning a hole in the pocket of his parka. he was so anxious about asking that he'd almost done it that morning, over coffee and croissants at breakfast.

but she deserved more than that. she deserved something meaningful, something special (not that there was anything wrong with a little bit of privacy and keeping it lowkey, he just wanted to have a great proposal story to pass down to their kids. after y/n told him that her father proposed to her mother by saying 'we need to talk', he vowed that his proposal would be special).

she turned her head, pressing a frosty kiss to his warm skin. "i love you, lance."

he smiled, burying his nose in the top of her knitted hat. " i love you more, pretty girl. i've got another surprise for you, if you're up for it."

she looked up at him, hair falling in front of her face, skin pink from the cold as she smiled back at him. "what kind of surprise?"

"you'll see. it's just around this corner, love."

the sleigh pulled up to a small gazebo, cords of string lights wrapped around the weathered wooden beams to light up the small space, now that the sun was behind the clouds, the last dregs of daylight hovering in the space between night and day.

lance got to his feet, opening the sleigh gate before the driver could even get down from his perch. with her long fleece scarf hanging down to her knees, she daintily descended from the sleigh, hand in hand with her boyfriend as he led her towards the gazebo.

the snow beneath their feet was dusted with deep purple rose petals, some small tea light candles on the steps. as they got closer to the gazebo, she could see the small lightbox letters, lit up in a warm, soft yellow as they got closer, spelling out two words.

marry me.

"oh, lance." she breathed, at a loss for words as she anxiously wringed her hands.

she could hear the wooden boards creaking behind her as lance sunk down to one knee, reaching into his pocket for the turquoise box. he rested the box on his knee, frozen hands shaking as he pulled it open.

"i really should have thought this through a little better. i'm cold as shit." he giggled nervously. "but i know christmas means a lot to you, and i wanted to make this as special as i could."

she gasped, hands coming up to cover her mouth as she saw the ring: a single princess-cut diamond resting on a silver band, two small pink gemstones holding the center gem in place.

"y/n, i'm head over heels for you, and i always have been. every morning i wake up next to you, and i think, this could all go away. the racing, the money, the fame, all of it. but as long as i had you by my side, i wouldn't care. as long as i had you, i'd be happy. because you make me so happy, y/n. you remind me of all the good in the world, all the reasons to keep going. in the words of emily henry, yes, i've read your romance books, 'when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist'. man, she got that right. i feel overwhelmed with love, and with care. and some days, i wonder why you chose me when you could have had any man you wanted. y/n y/'l/n. pretty girl. love of my life." lance sniffled, wiping at the tear that was threatening to fall into his stubble. "will you marry me?"

"yes!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the clearing as she started to giggle. "yes, of course i'll marry you." her eyes started to sting, tears pricking the corners of her vision, so overcome with love for man on his knees in front of her.

she sunk to her knees as well, the frost on the gazebo cold against the knees on her jeans. she clasped lance's hands in her own, pulling him in for a gentle kiss before he slipped the ring onto her finger, foreheads resting against each other.

"thank you so much for saying yes. i can't think of a day in the foreseeable future that i don't want to spend with you by my side."

"oh, lance." she laughed through her tears of joy. "don't make me cry."

"i'm not trying to, my love." he laughed, tears pricking at his eyes. "god, i just love you so much."

"i love you more." she laughed, tucking her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug before glancing down at the sterling silver on her finger.

lance kissed her hairline, holding her close and breathing in her scent.

if this was every day for the rest of his life, then he was wondering why he'd waited so long to ask.

TAGS:

@libraryofloveletters @magnummagnussen @lorarri @httpiastri @cartierre @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh @oconso @thatsdemko @silversainz

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Reblogging cause you all need to really appreciate the absurdity of Winter Wonderwest

The Carnival changes with the seasons, but every so often they do a special event where they test out new ideas and concepts for bigger attractions. The horses are one of things they tested in the Carnival and they did fairly well so got given to Foxy for the Wild West attraction that would become the Raceway. The event doesn't necessarily have to be based on the wild west but like.

I love the stupidity of it lmao

Snowman Bandits and I dunno Sheriff Reindeer or something??? Fucking, "This town ain't big enough for the both of us..." *Gets snowballed in the face*

So I came up with special events for every season in the Carnival except winter and realised that the event with the horsies doesn't have a season yet. Wild Winter Wonderwest is so fucking absurd though and I kinda love it but also what would that even look like whadda hell

Fucking rodeos in the snow??? Barrel racing to Mariah Carey??? Christmas Cowboys??? Snowman Bandits??? Huh???

[fancyfeathers]

The Abduction (Yandere Childe songfic) (Normalized Yandere AU)

This is inspired by a song in Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, The Abduction, which is basically saying goodbye before eloping. I highly suggest you listen to it either before, during, or after reading

Listen here- The Abduction

Everyone raise a glass!

Whoa!

Your family and close friends have all gathered, here in your family’s home late at night for there was no other time you could do this if you did not want to be seen. You loved your homeland of Snezhnaya but to say you loved its customs would be a lie. You hated the toxic relationships that were encouraged, some of your childhood friends you haven’t seen since your school days for they have been swept up by their “lovers” and are archons knows where. To think this sort of behavior was normalized disgusted you, and most days you thought you would never let yourself fall in love… well until now that is…

Well, comrades

We've had our fun

Lived, laughed, and loved

Friends of my youth

When shall we meet again?

I'm going abroad

Here you stood with your family, friends, and fiancé, a young man from Fontaine who shared your points of view. He had come here to Snezhnaya to study the arts, he was an actor, a sensitive fellow but he was kind and had the most pure heart you have ever seen. The two of you were friends at first and over time that evolved into more which leads to where you are now. You stood here in your family’s home, about to runaway and elope, but not running from your parents, running from your homeland. Your parents knew of your love and thought it to be wrong to deny their child the same love they had for one another. 

Goodbye, my Gypsy lovers

All my revels here are over

Well goodbye, Matryosha

Kiss me one last time

You hugged your friends, the last ones you had, as you finished your last drink together. You were not drunk, no that would not be wise for what you were about to do. The occasion was joyous for you all were celebrating a wedding, a marriage, a union. But with the spirit joy in the room you could not deny the sorrow that was there, you were saying goodbye to your family, unsure of when or if you would meet again. See before he left for Liyue you and your fiancé had caught the eye of one of the Tsaritsa’s harbingers. Neither of you had an interest in him, but neither of you doubted the promise he made to the both of you. “I am sure that when I return our families will be more than excited for our wedding.”

Remember me to Steshka

There, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Wish me luck, my Gypsy lovers

Now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

So with the word of La Signora’s death, you two knew that you had to leave Snezhnaya before the harbingers returned for her funeral. Your father had the sleigh and horses prepared, a wedding gift from him. Your mother had a travel dress made for you that resembled a wedding dress since you wouldn’t be having a traditional ceremony at all. Your sisters had gifted you and your fiancé furs in coats in cloaks so that you would not have to run back into your parents arms from the cold but rather your fiancé wrap you up in the cloak and carry you to the sleigh, a Snezhnayan tradition.

Goodbye, my Gypsy lovers

All my revels here are over

Well goodbye, Matryosha

Kiss me one last time

With a hug and kiss from your father and mother you felt the fur of the cloak hit your shoulders, you knew it was time to go. Your father opened the door for you two, revealing the snowy landscape of Snezhnaya and he spoke three simple words, both with happiness, sorrow, and a tinge of fear in his voice. “Never look back.”

Your felt your fiancé sweep you off your feet, carrying you outside, wrapped in the cloak. You may hate your country’s traditions but this is one you truly loved, because it was a sign of true love. Here tonight you are leaving for Fontaine, a place that may not be perfect in its thoughts of love but nothing could happen to you there, not with your future husband by your side. Your fiancé set you in the velvet seat of the sleigh, and he sat next to you, taking the reins in his gloved hands. With the flick of the reins, the two of you set out into the Snezhnayan countryside, not stopping your travels until you reached the streets of Fontaine.

Remember me to Steshka

There, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Wish me luck, my Gypsy lovers

Now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

The next morning, at your family’s home, Fatui guards came along with an all to familiar red haired harbinger, wearing a fur cloak of his own. He knocked upon the door and a moment later your little sister answered, her face smiling at first, remembering the joy from the night prior but it quickly faded at seeing the harbinger in the door. She stepped inside, inviting him in, worried for what may befall her next. Your family took a risk in adding your escape from Snezhnaya and they knew that risk, but they knew that Ajax was not heartless, at the very least he would keep your little sisters safe and unharmed. Your sister ran upstairs to keep an eye on your other siblings as your mother stepped into the front entry.

“They aren’t here, Childe.” Your mother said, looking the harbinger dead in the eye. She tried to give the impression that he wasn’t afraid when in reality she was terrified. “They said goodbye last night.”

Here's to happiness, freedom, and life!

May your travel be swift as a scythe cuts through the grass!

There was a dead silence for the longest moment, before the harbinger smiled at your mother. “Is that so? Well I’m sure they’ll return from their travels very soon after they hear what happened to her father.”

Your mother’s eyes went wide in shock and horror, your father had not even left for work an hour ago. She couldn’t get a word out as her mind began going a million miles per hour but everything she thought of led her to one answer, Ajax already knew of your twos escape. 

May your sorrows be counted and numbered as many

As drops of wine and vodka that stay in my glass!

“I have some gifts for your daughters, dolls and toys from Liyue. My own siblings like them quite a bit.” Ajax said, gesturing to one of the Fatui guards that came in with him, carrying quite a few gift boxes. “I’ll go give them their gifts and then we can talk about where my two любовники have run off to over some of the tea I have gotten you as well. We can discuss wedding plans, after all the Tsaritsa is thrilled to hear about one of her harbinger’s wedding.”

Всего хорошего

На посошок

Поехали

Всего хорошего

На посошок

Поехали

Ajax didn’t even let your mother get the chance to respond before he took the boxes from the guard and made his way upstairs, leaving your mother alone with the guards. She stumbled into the living room, collapsing into her arm chair where you used to sit at her feet as she braided your hair and told you stories when you were a little girl. She burried her face in her hands and sobbed, she could only hope that you listened to your father’s words, never look back.

Всего хорошего

На посошок

Поехали

Всего хорошего

На посошок

Поехали

[sycamorelibrary754]

The Piggy Story

Summary: Yelena is Melina’s Secret Santa and takes a crack at a few handmade piggy presents!

Pairing: Yelena x reader (platonic), Natasha x reader, Alexei Alanovich Shostakov x reader (platonic) Melina Vostokoff x reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

A/N: If you read Happy Thanksgiving, you will understand this story. If you didn’t, please enjoy the random silly fluffiness. 😂

Yelena had been acting suspiciously for two weeks, sneaking around and making everyone uneasy. She would disappear at night without letting you accompany her, which was unusual since you frequently joined her when she walked Fanny. Initially, you thought she might be gearing up for an undercover mission. Whenever you asked her about it, she would dodge the question, giving you a look that seemed to say, 'If I tell you, I'll have to kill you.' You had learned not to overthink your sister-in-law’s idiosyncrasies. If it was possible, they made you love her even more.

You were lounging in your comfy pajamas, engrossed in a game of cards with Wanda in her cozy room, when Natasha suddenly entered. "Hey, detka, have you seen Yelena? She was supposed to join me and Steve for a briefing twenty minutes ago."

No, I haven't," you said as you placed your cards face down on your lap. "Not since this morning, anyway.

“She’s been acting odd lately,” Nat commented.

While rearranging her cards, Wanda pointed out, "Odd in general, or odd for her because you know there’s a difference.

"That is true," you nodded, gesturing toward Wanda.

Natasha grumbled, "If you run into your best friend, would you tell her that her sister is going to kick her ass?"

"Sure thing, wifey," you chuckled, playfully saluting her and giving her a swift kiss on the lips.

Nat playfully rolled her eyes and teased, "It's a wonder I married you."

*^~^*

You couldn't contain your excitement as you and Yelena started putting up Christmas decorations around the compound the next day. Wearing your coziest Christmas sweater, adorned with festive patterns, you danced through the halls, humming cheerful tunes and happily hanging up ornaments and lights, infusing the entire space with holiday spirit.

“Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh

Peter’s on the go

Laughing all the way

Bells on Fanny ring

Making Tony fight

Wanda wants to flip a coin

And sing this song tonight

Jingle bells, Clinton smells

Banner laid an egg

Ant mobile lost a wheel

And Loki got away

Hey!”

That was very nice, y/n; now, how about a White Christmas song to go with this delightful cup of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream?

"No can do, boo. Only one show per Christmas season," you said, as you sat together on the sofa.

You both savored a small sip of the rich chocolate beverage, watching the steam rise enticingly from the mug.

"Hey, did you know that one of Mom's pigs is named Clinton?" Yelena said with a sheepish grin.

"Is that so? I've only ever heard of Alexi," as you savor some of the whipped cream from the top of your hot cocoa.

“Mom named Alexi, and then she asked if Natasha and I would do the honors of naming the other two. Clinton was the poser’s choice.”

"I can't believe Nat never told me. What name did you choose?" You took another sip of your beverage, eagerly awaiting the answer.

“Sir Francis Bacon.”

You almost choke on your hot cocoa as you sputter, and it rolls down your chin. “That is adorable!” you exclaimed, reaching for a napkin. You’ll have to point out which is which when we go to your parents' house for Christmas next week.”

"Hey, you've got a little whipped cream on your cheek." Leaning in, Yelena sneakily licked it off.

"Oh my God! Who are you, Fanny?! I have no idea where your tongue has been! Ew! Get some hot water, get some disinfectant, get some iodine!" With a jolt, you lept up and dashed to the bathroom, leaving Yelena in fits of giggles on the floor.

*^~^*

The remaining week was filled with delightful Christmas-themed activities. As you snuggled up on the couch with my cherished blanket, preparing to watch "The Holiday" with the team, you noticed someone conspicuously absent.

"Where could Yelena be?" you mused aloud.

"In my lab," Tony said nonchalantly, casually tossing popcorn up into the air and effortlessly catching it in his mouth.

"Why?" you asked, slightly confused.

“Blondie wanted a private space to work on a project. I told her she could use the lab if she didn’t joyride any suits,” Tony explained.

“Yelena in your lab with unlimited access to nanotechnology.” Nat pondered, grabbing two Christmas cookies and offering you one before snuggling up beside you in your blanket ball.

"Go down there and see if she's up for watching the movie," you urged, tossing popcorn in Kate's direction.

"Why am I the one?" questioned the young archer.

"Since you're closer, and she's starting to freak me out," you explained.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. FRIDAY is keeping an eye on her," Tony reassured.

*^~^*

You woke up at Melina and Alexi’s Christmas morning to the delicious smell of cinnamon rolls and coffee. You agreed to do Secret Santa with your wife’s family this year. You and Natasha were wearing your matching Christmas pajamas, ready to exchange presents, but Yelena was unusually eager and insisted on going first.

Guess what? I was your Secret Santa this year, Mama! I wanted to challenge myself and make a homemade gift for you," Yelena exclaimed as she reached for Melina's tablet on the counter and quickly tapped a few buttons on the touchscreen. "Hey boys, come on in!

The door creaked open, and in waddled all three of Melina’s beloved pigs, their little trotters pitter-pattering against the wooden floor. As the trio rounded the corner, they presented a charming sight - each adorned in a specially tailored vest. Alexi sported a vibrant red vest, Clinton rocked a regal purple one, and Sir Francis Bacon donned a cheerful orange number. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that each vest was meticulously handcrafted, complete with the pig's name beautifully embroidered. It was a display of piggy prestige at its finest.

“Surprise, Mama! Now, not only will the piggies be warm in the winter, but they are stylish individuals with many pockets!” Yelena declared.

"The pigs are sporting vests," Nat deadpanned. You gently squeezed her hand, silently urging her to play nice.

“Not vests, sestra. Pests! Piggy vests! My very own invention," Yelena clarified. "You can just call me the next Tony Stark.

"The pigs sporting Pests," you revised with a chuckle.

"Thank you very much, my dear! These are fantastic. I've always believed they needed some attire. The Russian winters are extremely harsh, and they truly deserve something exceptional," Melina exclaimed, planting a loving kiss on her younger daughter's cheek.

"Check it out, girls! Alexi's has the best Pest. He's a dead ringer for the Red Guardian, ready to go head-to-head with Captain America," Alexi exclaimed as he affectionately stroked his namesake.

“Oh my God, it’s like living in a Dr. Seuss book,” Nat joked.

"Who knew you were a crochet pro?" You turn to your best friend in surprise.

“I wasn't. No, no… Kate Bishop is the mastermind behind it. She taught me how to make it. All it took was $100 for the yarn and supplies, which I may have borrowed from Stark, and a promise to never show up again in the middle of the night unless it’s a real emergency,” Yelena explained.

"Is that where you were sneaking off to at all hours of the day and night?"The surprise is written all over your face.

"Where else did you think I was headed?" Yelena questioned.

Undercover in the Multiverse, I don't know!" Your face turned beet red the longer she looked at you. "You were scaring the crap out of everyone.

"Ha! That's hilarious. You're quite the comedian, y/n," she laughed, placing her hands on yours and Natasha's shoulders. "I don't want to give anything away, but by New Year's Eve, some stylish individuals will emerge from this group!" With that, she wrapped you and Nat in a warm, tight group hug.

Natasha's gaze met yours from behind Yelena's back, and a smile crept onto your face. It indeed was a merry Christmas.

[mod-a-day]

James Pierpont, Brad Watson "The One Horse Open Sleigh" (Christmas "1998" Mix) The One Horse Open Sleigh (1857, 1998) Oliver Ditson & Co.

We don't usually pay attention to the seasons or holidays therein, but for a change of pace, have these six pieces of Christmas-themed music for this, Christmas Week of 2023!

Merry Christmas!

[edennill]

An Autobiography, by Finrod Felagund

Prologue: Welcome To The Family! (It's Not Always Functional But We Make Do!)

Chapter One: I Try Not To Get Embroiled In All The Quarells

Chapter Two: The Worst Day (Night?) Of My Life So Far, My Grandfather Is Murdered, And I Break Up With Amarië

Chapter Three: It Just Got Worse (Featuring More Murders)

Chapter Four: Trudging 'Through the Snow, In A One Horse Open Sleigh' Without The Horse And Sleigh

Chapter Five: Cold Cold Cold

Chapter Six: This Took Longer Than We Thought It Would. Also There's A Sun Now

Chapter Seven: Hello, Great-uncle, There Is Something We're Not Saying

Chapter Nine: Galadriel, Did You Tattle????

Chapter Ten: Little Brothers Will Get You To Manage Their Breakups For Them, Apparently

Chapter Eleven: The Siege Broke, I Told You So

Chapter Twelve: Thingol, Why? Cousins, WHY?

Chapter Thirteen: Playing Matchmaker Can Be Deadly I Regret Nothing I Regret Some Things (*Cough* Swanships *Cough*) But Not That

Chapter Fourteen: There Is No Rule Against Pestering Namo Mandos About the Fate of Men (Or At The Very Least There Was No Need For One Before I Got Here)

Epilogue: Hey Dad, How Are The Edain, By The Way I'm Getting Married