#shes like a kid on christmas

[neuro-psyche]

I think Dick and Jason would have multiple “what the actual fuck are you saying right now” with Tim and Damian when it comes to quality of life/monetary differences. Sure, Dick and Jason got used to Bruce’s “is $100 a good enough tip on a $30 bill?” shit, but hearing Tim talking about a new laptop he bought for $5000 literally is like a punch in the gut.

If they ever went on a cruise (which they totally wouldn’t because cruises are floating death traps), Jason and Dick would be in awe of the fancy amenities, where as Damian would be unsatisfied with the quality, since he grew up with every single amenity known to man. Tim would just feel like it’s all normal since the Drake’s were extravagant and travelled all over the planet.

Jason : My bedroom is bigger than my fucking apartment.

Dick : I could do a full gymnastics routine with the space in my room.

Tim :

Dick :

Tim : My room is normal sized…

Jason : You grew up in a mega mansion. I hardly think you’re the benchmark of a normal room-

Damian : I must agree with Drake. This room is frankly underwhelming.

Dick, staring wildly at him : What do you mean underwhelming- Dames there’s an aquarium wall in your room.

Damian : Yes. Underwhelming.

Jason :

Dick :

Jason : Do you want to-

Dick : Jump off the boat? Yes.

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Karlach became rather overtaken by all these emotions. It was as if a tidal wave had come and ebbed away at her hopelessness and refilled her with a newfound hope and determination.

But hope was like a newborn; fragile. So easily harmed. She had harboured hope when Dammon first started making such great progress in cooling her engine. Cradled it to her chest and began to raise it. Only for it to be ripped away when Dammon confirmed he could do no more. How unfair... Just as she got attached.

Yet, now came a new babe. A new rush of hope that really Karlach should have been more tentative about receiving. What if this, too, was taken from her? Any average person would have been more uneasy, more realistic. But not Karlach.

The laughter began to become more solid in happiness than in anything empty. The tiefling wrapped her arms around Aylin and squeezed, perhaps a little too tightly, as she began to swell with excitement.

"This is fucking incredible!" Karlach exclaimed. "I know I shouldn't get my hopes up, but holy shit-! S-Sorry, is that offensive?" Karlach jumped up, suddenly full of an energy that could not escape her easily. But, she kept Aylin's hands in her own. As if in worship. And in a way, she was. She was worshipping the miracle that was bestowed on her.

"Scratch what I said, you're incredible, Aylin! Gods...if this works...I could....I could actually stay! I don't have to go back to that fucking place! HA!"

A gentle laugh left the aasimar’s lips as she squeezed Karlach’s shoulders. “Selune would welcome your companionship. She welcomes all into her arms no matter what.” However, Karlach descended back to the safety of her mask and Aylin knew it well. She stayed quiet, sitting next to her as Karlach worked through her struggles internally. Her arms rested against her knees as she looked out at the water’s edge, a quiet calm before a storm.

“It could contain the heat of your engine, and far stronger than the iron of your current metal. I truly believe the blessed material would aid and give you the lifetime you deserve.” Aylin moved closer and canted her head just slightly with her feathers fluttering against her cheeks. “It can handle the hottest first of moonfire, without melting or warping. It can handle your engine and fires. I will speak with some mortals, find where some are stored. And I will send a call to my mother, ask her if she still has those within her hoard at home,” Anything she could do to help her, she would.

“oh,” Aylin whispered, seeing the way to it affected Karlach and Aylin put her legs down and reached around to pull Karlach into a hug, holding her close. The Aasimar was touch starved and looked for any reason for affection. Plus, she knew Karlach needed it right now. Her wings wrapped around her, creating a safety blanket within her embrace. “Tis ever reason to hope, Karlach. We will find a way; if I have to travel to the far reaches of the heavens or to the depths of hell, I will.”

[motherfuckingbrad]

me, every december 9th:

reblog if u would watch stop-motion christmas films with abed every year on December 9th <<33

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

The first Christmas after the Curtis parents die is not only the gangs first Christmas without them, it’s also their first Christmas without Johnny and Dally.

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

nonsense au of a pretty good romanian movie about 6 people's lives intertwining before the communist revolution

[hephaestuscrew]

It's so important to me that Minkowski and Eiffel and Hera spend December 25th together to celebrate Eiffel's birthday post-canon. And the hope that they spend that day together is a sentiment shared by Gabriel Urbina.

But Minkowski canonically cares about Christmas itself. Minkowski has people in her life whom she could spend Christmas with. And so there will probably have to be a difficult conversation at some point after the Hephaestus crew return to Earth, when someone says how good it will be to have Renée there for Christmas Day again. And Minkowski will have to look at her husband, or her relatives, or her in-laws - people who loved her and mourned her and celebrated upon her return from the dead - and she'll have to tell them that she won't be there on Christmas Day. And if the person who asks knows her at all, they'll see the look on her face and know that there's no negotiating to be done here.

It's not exactly that she doesn't want to celebrate Christmas with the people she used to celebrate Christmas with. But she can do that on any day near the end of December. Spending December 25th with Eiffel and Hera is something she absolutely cannot compromise on. 

The main reason she'd give for this is that December 25th is Eiffel's birthday. Whether or not it matters to him as much as it used to, Minkowski wants Eiffel's birthday to get the recognition it deserves, because it was so important to him and he never expected anyone else to care or remember.

A second reason - one she might never speak aloud - is that she's always thought that Christmas is a time for family, and nowadays that means that spending it with Eiffel and Hera feels right to her.

But I think there's a third, perhaps equally important, reason underneath those two. Maybe she doesn't admit it to herself consciously, but I think part of Minkowski believes that the only people who can really understand the complicated way she now feels about December 25th are the two people who were there with her when everything went to hell on Christmas Day.

It was December 25th when they realised they'd made contact with aliens, and when Hilbert locked Minkowski outside the airlock and tried to incapacitate Eiffel and tore out Hera's personality hardware, and when everything Minkowski had thought she knew about the Hephaestus mission fell apart.

How can she exchange gifts with people for whom it isn't the anniversary of the one of the worst days of their life? How can she gather round a Christmas tree with people who've never feared for their lives at the hands of Alexander Hilbert and Goddard Futuristics? How can she eat turkey and trimmings with people who weren't there when the Christmas dinner was never eaten because there was a murderous mutiny from one of the intended guests? How can she spend December 25th with people for whom it's never been a day of betrayal and fear and loss and uncertainty eight lightyears away from Earth?

Eiffel doesn't remember that awful Christmas and that brings its own kind of pain for Minkowski. But he was there, and so was Hera, and so (no matter what anyone else expects) Minkowski needs to be with them on that complicated day.

[spittyfishy]

Marisol Coxi was one of those Monster High dolls I really wanted when I was little but never ended up getting, so I think it would be awesome if she got brought back for G3! Going off that I thought I’d try designing her a G3 look! I actually love how it turned out, I wanted to keep her colour scheme and aspects of her original design (like the hair and the shoes) but also looked up some Peruvian clothes for her since she’s from Monster Pichu!

[beneathsilverstars]

i’ve been in the car with my mom for 1.5 hours and so far i’ve explained the entire plot of isat, the plot of my favorite isat fanfic, loop’s arc in my own theoretical post-canon epic, and many aspects of The Project including airdropped sketches

[pickled-flowers]

I want to write a story about a grandma who realizes he is a trans man in his late 60's

[medusa1597]

there is something so funny about jesus gagging people left and right with small miracles for 30 years fully knowing he had the entire dying on the cross + coming back to life in store like thats television maybe the first hbo sunday ever

[the-halfling-prince]

For my entire teenhood, my Christmas presents have consisted of exactly what I put on my list, nothing more, nothing less. Because I had mastered the art of budgeting out my own Christmas lists. Which, like, I love being surprised on Christmas, and that doesn't really happen anymore I guess. Except last year, my mum bought me the camera I had been saving up for, which was a total surprise and the best Christmas present like ever. Since then my mother has apparently been determined to make sure I'm surprised on Christmas morning. There are two large presents for me next to the Christmas tree, and I need y'all to know now, that they are definitely too big to be a camera strap or a cd. I'm sitting here staring at these large boxes, wondering what the hell is in them. Like the sizes of these boxes have to be some sort of decoy because they're like the size of a box TV and like idk a large crate. My only guesses would be some sort of doll furniture but I doubt that because my mom knows the reason I don't buy doll furniture for myself is because of space and not money. What the hell are in these boxes? And she keeps talking about 'youll be so surprised with some of your gifts' like yeah ma what the hell is in this giant box? I have the smallest room in the house this better fit in there.

[heavensmortuary]

I never believed in santa as a kid because my mom straight up told me he wasn't real and that it's stupid to lie to your kids so no it wasn't like. a thing. in my family.

[medranochav]

I feel like it's ALL projection. if all I know is my experience and all I've seen is through my perspective, then aren't all my conclusions projections? anyway, Blue Ivy shouldn't be performing, nor should she be a public figure.

[world-class-curiosity]

ok so usually i’m not like the biggest fan of thanksgiving. like hooray food and stuff but it’s just never been my favorite holiday (also there’s the. Questionable. origins of it but perhaps i am just the friend who’s too woke). however, this year, we are going to a family friend’s house and i am very excited for one very specific reason. our family friend’s daughter has recently taken to calling all people older than her “cringe.”

and i cannot wait to prove her right. i am going to be the cringiest person at that dinner. the minute she calls me cringe, i am going to say “i am cringe, but i am free” and then tell her “skibidi omega rizz” and watch her reality shatter in front of her. as someone who had to deal with the mortifying experience of their mother dabbing in 2016, i know exactly the emotions she will feel and i cannot wait.

[cookinguptales]

just watched the dirty laundry ep where one of them talks about how he wrote a short story that worried his teacher and like

ohhh I had one of those when I was a kid. my parents still talk about it to this day.

when I was about 8yo, my teacher put a poster up on the blackboard and said, "I want you all to write me a story inspired by this scene." the scene was of a lush jungle that had animals hidden throughout.

"oh, okay," I said to myself. "I can do this."

see, what my teacher (and parents) didn't know was that my grandmother, knowing vaguely that I liked to read but knowing pretty much nothing else about children, had given me a stack of books that she got at a yard sale. these books were very nice quality and I was happy to get them. too bad that they were all alfred hitchcock presents!

for the uninitiated, AHP was a tv series and book series that collected short, scary stories. stories about murder, stories about ghosts, stories about monsters of all kind. you get stories like du maurier's the birds and blackwood's the wendigo and that fucked-up short story that roald dahl wrote about that guy who collected fingers or whatever.

all that is to say that I had been consuming wildly age-inappropriate atmospheric horror for months at this point and I was like, "yes, I know just what to write!"

I ended up turning in this story about an explorer who was lost in the jungle and he starts hearing this faraway howling sound, which he realizes is a howler monkey. and he keeps getting more and more lost and the howling keeps getting closer and closer and finally, as he is about ready to collapse with exhaustion, he hears the sound of howls all around him and the story ends with the implication that he got mauled to death by howler monkeys.

(I also, coincidentally enough, really enjoyed zoo books!)

lmao ~guess whose parents got a phone call~?

but it kind of backfired on my teacher, because my parents were fully delighted. they were like "WE DIDN'T KNOW SHE COULD WRITE LIKE THIS" and I did not get punished at all.

anyway, my parents still talk about "the howler" to this day when they want to embarrass me at dinner parties. :')