#queue of wonder queue of night

[morfinwen]

For the Christmas ship meme, Tear in My Heart, Like Real People Do, If My Heart was a House, and Leah and Nate, if you like? Merry Christmas!

So this was originally asked .... hahaha, never mind. I finished answering these earlier, but i wanted to queue it to show up at a more "thematically appropriate" time.

Already answered Chuck/Sarah here.

Elizabeth/Darcy -- Modern!AU? Modern!AU

who starts putting up decorations in october: Elizabeth is in charge of decorating, and October is too early. Have all the leaves fallen off the trees? Is there snow on the ground? Are there skeletons and ghosts and monsters in people’s yards (if they’re in America -- don’t think Halloween’s a thing in England)? Then it’s not time for decorating for Christmas yet. Everything in its place. Darcy wasn’t really a “decorate in October” guy, but he does like Christmas, so once Elizabeth starts teaching him the art of “harmless mischief”, she starts finding her fall-scented candles getting replaced with ones that smell of gingerbread or pine, wintry scenes replacing other photographs or prints, and ornaments or other small decorations hanging in out-of-the-way areas. It becomes a game if she can find them all before the “actual” Christmas decorating season begins.

who buys the advent calendars: Elizabeth. Though that’s more a thing once they have children.

who places mistletoes all around the house: Darcy more than Elizabeth, but while she lives with them, Georgiana hangs up the most.

who wraps the presents for other people: The Darcys have mastered the art of wrapping. Elizabeth is in awe, and though she is never able to match their perfection, she does improve. Somewhat.

who puts the final star/angel on the top of the christmas tree: Before they have children, Darcy gives Elizabeth a boost to reach the top. She is definitely not tall enough to reach it on her own.

who’s the one that hates eggnog: Elizabeth might not hate it, but i don’t think she’s ever developed a taste for it.

who’s the one that bakes christmas cookies for guests: Group project. They have very … disparate experiences with both types of cookies baked, and how to bake them: Darcy grew up baking a few specific “posh” cookies (probably more like cookie bars and sweetbreads) in a very tidy kitchen with his mum and Georgiana, following the recipe to the letter and instrumental Christmas carols on CD. Elizabeth, the kitchen eventually became a free-for-all where multiple recipes could be going on at once, with younger sisters trying to sneak “test cookies” or ingredients like chocolate chips from other bakers, and the radio blaring Christmas pop at top volume. 

who sends out the christmas cards: Joint effort. Darcy has the neater handwriting and more experience writing nice-sounding generic Christmas greetings, but Elizabeth is better at adding the personal touch.

who knows all the words to twelve days of christmas: Elizabeth. That song was not often part of the Darcy Christmas playlist.

who’s the better snowman builder: Elizabeth. Darcy had never made a snowman before meeting her.

who starts snowball fights: Elizabeth does it more frequently, though after a few years Darcy will occasionally sneak snow down her coat or even toss a (very small) snowball at her.

who’s the one that wakes the other on christmas morning by playing christmas songs really loudly: Elizabeth wakes up their children that way, but not her husband. He’s usually awake before her, anyway.

Blue/Gansey

who starts putting up decorations in october: Blue, though the ones she puts up are usually … a mix of like Halloween and Christmas, like a skeleton with a Santa hat. Her decorations in general aren’t very traditional. When their place is decorated for pretty much any holiday, it looks like a particularly weird thrift store display got dropped into a high end department store's model room.

who buys the advent calendars: Gansey.

who places mistletoes all around the house: … Y'know, i'm ignoring canon on the subject of whether or not Blue can kiss Gangsey without him, well, dying, but … i don't think it's a tradition they take to for a few years. Henry definitely sneaks some up when he visits, though. 

who wraps the presents for other people: They wrap their own. Blue can’t stand Gansey’s magazine photoshoot-perfect corners and inoffensively bland wrapping paper choices, while her uneven wrapping style and eclectic wrapping paper put his teeth on edge; to say nothing of how it would be received at his family Christmas.

who puts the final star/angel on the top of the christmas tree: Gansey. 

who’s the one that hates eggnog: Gansey politely tolerates it.

who’s the one that bakes christmas cookies for guests: Blue. Cookie-baking was not a part of Gansey’s upbringing, and though he tries to learn, he’s just too … put-together and proper to fit into the mess Blue makes. She usually pushes him out of the kitchen to do the Christmas cards when she's baking.

who sends out the christmas cards: Gansey. Blue adds her own messages to the ones sent to the other members of the Gangsey and takes initiative on any sent to her family, but if she even sees any of the other cards he's sending, that's the full extent of her participation.

who knows all the words to twelve days of christmas: Gansey.

who’s the better snowman builder: Has Gansey ever built a snowman in his life? Even basic snowman designs are outside his capacity. Blue’s aren’t much better -- lopsided, awkwardly-sized things that fall or melt in ways that make them look even more bizarre -- but part of that is because she’s always trying to make more unique things than the classic “head, body, carrot nose” archetype.

who starts snowball fights: Blue.

who’s the one that wakes the other on christmas morning by playing christmas songs really loudly: Gansey does it once. Once.

Leah/Nate

who starts putting up decorations in october: Leah didn’t decorate that early, but she did start considering where to put the tree, how to arrange the lights, what “regular” decor would be taken down to make room, etc.

who buys the advent calendars: Nate.

who places mistletoes all around the house: Nate.

who wraps the presents for other people: Leah.

who puts the final star/angel on the top of the christmas tree: Nate.

who’s the one that hates eggnog: Neither of them cared for it.

who’s the one that bakes christmas cookies for guests: Leah, and not just because of the aggressively-50s culture of her time period -- Nate would sneak cookies or add unauthorized ingredients, so after the Hot Sauce Fudge incident, he was banned from participating, by his parents, Leah, and himself.

who sends out the christmas cards: Leah.

who knows all the words to twelve days of christmas: Between the two of them, they could usually figure them all out.

who’s the better snowman builder: Nate. 

who starts snowball fights: Nate used to, before the war. He couldn’t find the same enthusiasm for it after the war.

who’s the one that wakes the other on christmas morning by playing christmas songs really loudly: Nate, unintentionally. Loud Christmas music is part of the Christmas morning celebration, and he would just forget about his poor wife trying to catch up on sleep after spending the last few nights buying, wrapping, and sending last-minute gifts and cards.

Thanks for asking!

[peachykcqt]

all tangled up 🤭

[restinsodaroni]

“Whoopsie! You were not supposed to hear that!”

Wanted to post this scene from chapter 32 of Forever Friends lol, honestly I’m excited to finally introduce “Wonder” Bot. He’s gonna be a pain in the ass so watch out!

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about being out one night with 141 with one too many drinks in your system and sharing stories that you’d otherwise never allow to see the daylight okay this isn’t really cod related but I was hoping you could take a moment to check it out anyways

[spockvarietyhour]

The Crow (1994)

[daily-hanamura]

[bleaksqueak]

ok, I took a suggestion from youse guys and I will give you the results.......probably tomorrow because I am going to "ATTEMPT" "TO" "SLEEP" (Suspicious quotation marks are earned on all words in this scenario) please let me sleep a full night my family is starving (and by family I mean the sentient ham hock I pilot around this mortal coil. and by starving I mean dying.)

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon forbidden west | aloy 97/?

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 6

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 971

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus' body is an inferno. He's well used to running hotter than most. It's just another part of who he is, that doesn't occur to him the majority of the time.

The first few times you'd shared a bed, you'd wriggled out of his grasp, sweating and uncomfortable. Had he had less control over himself, he'd have pouted. (You probably didn't miss the furrow in his brow though.)

So he'd slept wearing as little as possible.

Still too much, waking up in the middle of his sleep schedule to find you across the bed, covers thrown off to cool down. Shedding your discomfort.

Next he'd taken to pulling your clothes off. Always a delight, this time a driven aim. It had worked somewhat, you'd wrapped yourself into his embrace and tangled around him, seeking out the heat of his body like he was your personal pillow.

It lasted longer, but still he was awoken by you edging away, seeking the chill of a turned over pillow and the outside of the duvet.

He'd changed the type of bedding he used, bought you new bedding.

You'd told him to stop worrying, to stop paying expenses, sometimes it was just too warm.

Sylus was sure at that he'd grumbled like a child. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted to wake up with you in his arms.

Everytime you moved out of his reach, he itched and ached like scales growing through raw skin. It was one of the few times he envied the doctor, he never seemed to have trouble with keeping you clinging throughout your slumber.

Eventually he had two things fitted, a ceiling fan and air conditioning. The change to temperature meant so little to him, unbothered by heat or cold. When you'd seen them on your next visit, you'd been incredulous. Since when did he need either of these?

He didn't answer that he needed them for you, for him, he just made an offhand comment about the best, and preparation for the future. (The immediate future. His sleep quality.)

His relief that day when he'd woken up, your head under his chin, legs tangled with his, and arms around him. Seeking out his skin against yours.

The second you left the bed, however, you'd complained for the chill. He left the remote for the new tools of his victory, in your hands, but he had gleefully held you as long as he could, chin on shoulder and hands dancing across cool skin.

Your week off has allowed him to experience that for a few days now, he's using your sleep pattern for the week, though there is no real track of time in the sky of the N109 Zone. He doesn't want to make your return to work difficult.

As he wakes, this morning you have stayed asleep, catching up on long hours. Your back is pressed to his chest and you're holding onto his arm. He won't tease you about the drool out the corner of your mouth, but he files away the image for himself. Tickled and endeared.

He doesn't want to wake you, you're so peaceful... but he can't stop himself from pulling as close as he can. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck, and breathing you in.

You smell like his last meal in every life. Like he could bite down and die happy, your blood in his mouth and your soul in his chest.

If he were a weaker man, perhaps he'd drool as well, salivating and starving.

He certainly feels starved when he cannot keep you close, desperate and dogged.

You'd teased him that he reminds you of a wolf, and he thinks that's more accurate than he likes. He would bite your hand lovingly, but tear and snarl at your command, if that's what you wanted from him.

Sylus wants to get up, if he can get breakfast ready, he can see your eyes light up. Hand you a mug of coffee, that turns his nose, in bed. So you'll kiss his cheek and sigh happily.

He feels satisfaction when he sees you happy because of him. Yet...

Pressed against you, your chest moving with each breath. So alive, and warm and his. You trust him to guard you, to kiss your neck when the scent drives him to madness, to keep you warm against the cold. He once mused that you still took his hand despite how dangerous he was, and every day he marvels more at how you continue to do so.

Now when you take his hand, you place a kiss on his knuckles. That if he had no healing ability, would be scarred and torn and ruinous. He thinks, that even if that were the case... you would still kiss them tender and raw.

You had always seen something in him that no one else did. Flowers suiting his soul, a smile worthy of his face, love belonging in his hands.

He feels sick with the feeling, overflowing from where joined hearts beat in his chest, but it's a sickness he would never wish to heal himself of. Peace found despite how little he probably deserves it.

Sylus is selfish though. A fragment, a taste, a burst of you had not been enough. Millennia's will not be enough. Until the end of the world itself he will never think this is enough.

No matter his sullied hands, or the actions he has made, some of which he would not apologise for, he will never relinquish his treasure.

His Soul.

You who owns his heart for eternity.

As he bites down at your shoulder, stirring your sleep, and laves with his tongue to your sleepy pleasure, he settles for a taste of the cure to his hunger, that he plans to draw out forever.

[good-beans]

🫂

[kyouka-supremacy]

(´･ᴗ･ ` )

[unexpectedbrickattack]

The worst thing about being a night owl is that i message commissioners in the middle of the fucking night, and they respond when im completely unconches…the cycle is cruel and unyielding

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

all the lyrics are good and stupid emo hehe

But it's the pain (pain) that I will leave behind, The guilty, they will suffer, but the rest of us can die The pain (pain) that I will give to you, The guilty, they would shiver if they knew what I could do :)

textless version under the cut ;)

[cirrus-grey]

My BOY!!!

[shewhoeatssand]

my insatiable need to hold his face and kiss his cheeks and tell him he is more perfect than any of God’s creations and watch him reply “oh ok”

[theshadowrealmitself]

One day we’ll be able to tell the aliens about the guy who sold really terrible copper