#silly christmas ornament dog

[toreodere]

Some silly doodles from a drawpile we were in earlier, positively joyous over the dragon, such a silly thing!! x3

here's a silly dog who wound up as a christmas tree ornament.

[ourceliumnetwork]

time to play everyone's favorite game: Anxiety Attack from PTSD or Dysautonomia Symptom!

[discona]

[moonstruckme]

I love your headcanons of Tasm!Peter x chubby reader on a fall day, and I was wondering if you’d consider doing something similar but during winter/Christmas? I understand if not, because the headcannons were part of a follower celebration! Or maybe a fic with Peter and reader at a Christmas market? Sending you air kisses! 💋

Thanks for requesting lovely! I didn't really find ways to make this explicitly chubby reader but as always you're welcome to imagine her with any body type you like. Air kisses back! <3

cw: reader has hair long enough to put up/pull back

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 665 words

Peter finds himself obsessed with your ears. You’ve forgone a hat and your hair is up, but you seem overall less concerned with the crisp wind than Peter is. Every time you stop in a stall, his hands come up over your ears, trying to coax warmth into them. You’re more or less ignoring him. 

“We should get you some earmuffs,” Peter says while you peruse a vendor’s selection of ornaments. 

“Why, when I have you?” 

“Rude.” He pinches the top of your ear. “I’m good for more than that.” 

You step to the side, and Peter follows dutifully, not making his point very well. 

“You’re the one who wants to do this,” you argue good naturedly. “My ears are fine. Also, we’re supposed to be finding things for other people, not ourselves.” 

Peter lifts one hand away from your ear, blowing hot air into his cupped hand. You jump and squeal, ticklish, apologizing hastily to the vendor when she looks your way. 

“Stop that,” you hiss at Peter, face still warm with the echo of your smile. When you take his hands and use them to pull him closer Peter doesn’t resist, his arms draping over your shoulders and his front against your back. 

He kisses your cheek complaisantly. “If I bought them for you they wouldn’t be for myself.” 

“Peter. Focus.” You hold up a small ornament. “Do you think your aunt would like this? She really likes elephants, right?” 

“She does,” Peter allows, “but she’s got, like, ten jillion elephant ornaments already.” 

You frown. “Do you think that means she might want more?” 

He weighs this. “Maybe. Her tree’s gonna collapse, though.” 

“This one’s light. It won’t be our fault.” You hold onto the ornament. Peter grins and smushes his lips to your face again. You squeeze his hands, turning your face like you’re going to kiss him but stopping when something catches your eye. “Oh.” Your voice bends with adoration. “Look at this.” 

You reach out to pull an ornament off the wall. It’s a small wooden bird, intricate, with strings attached to its wings and belly. Its body has been painted with tiny, meticulous brushstrokes to give it feathers of various colors. You pull gently on the string, and its wings move up and down. 

“That is cool,” Peter says. 

You’re charmed, eyes soft and happy. It’s the way you look out the window when it’s snowing or at dogs walking past you on the street. “It’s so lovely.” 

Peter has the urge to kiss you silly. “It is.” 

“Do we know anyone that would want this?” 

“You, obviously.” 

You give Peter a sideways smile paired with a playful glare. “Anyone else.” 

He hugs you close, mouth pulling to one side as he thinks. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. I mean, it’s really cool, but I don’t know anyone who would like it as much as you.” 

You pull the string again, watching the wooden bird’s wings flap ruefully. Peter knows you’ll never get it for yourself. 

“Hey,” he says, “let’s go get some shitty hot chocolate. I’m freezing.” 

Your smile renews. “You are not.” 

“Fine, you got me. I want to get you a hot chocolate because I’m worried your face is gonna freeze. Please?” 

“Okay.” You return the ornament to its hook, dotting a kiss on Peter’s cheek and gathering up the ones you’ve already decided to get. “Let me just buy these and we can go.” 

You know your boyfriend well enough to be suspicious of him. You keep a close eye on Peter as you pay for your gifts, chatting with the vendor and beaming when she gives you a little pouch with a ribbon for each one. He smiles guilelessly and lets you take him by the hand to pull him with you out of the stall. 

Fortunately, Peter is quicker than you give him credit for. His cash is on the counter and your ornament safely in his pocket before you turn the corner.

[holmesianlove]

Chapter 18 - Fluff

“What about this?” John said, holding up a perfectly ugly ornament.

Sherlock burst out laughing. “That’s ridiculous, John.”

“Wait, wait,” he said excitedly, grabbing another. “This one looks like your brother.” John gave a comical quirk of his brow, as he held up an ornament of a deformed looking dog with a particularly sour look on its face.

Sherlock tried for the longest time to hold it together but ended up bent over with laughter and then when he had finally settled down, he reached out and took the ornament from John. “Well it's settled, we’re getting this one for his tree. Even he will agree to the resemblance.” Sherlock winked at John. “I like this tradition of yours. It’s fun. I’m just sorry… that things with Harry are…”

“You don’t need to do that,” John said, cutting him off, keeping his eyes on the ornaments. “It is what it is.”

“But it’s times like this that these little traditions become more… painful.” He nodded to himself as he said it, thinking about how to smooth this over. He needed to share something. John coped better when he was part of a shared experience, not by being spotlighted.

“My brother used to do a… treasure hunt," he began, standing beside John at the wall, also looking at the decorations and pretending not to focus on his friend. "Every birthday, when I was young. Our parents were both always working and they paid a very lovely nanny to care for us, but they weren’t the most present of parents. One year Mummy and Daddy were away for my birthday, so Mycroft hid all the presents, and made up little riddles to make me work to find them - to solve puzzles.” Sherlock snorted “I suppose he helped hone my brain, which was undoubtedly the real purpose of the activity in his eyes. But as a young, arrogant, highly intelligent child it was a lifeline for my boredom. He did it for a few years… and then he moved out of home and he forgot about it, got busy with his own life. It meant a lot to me. I’d never tell him that, of course. He has enough of an ego as it is. But sometimes, on my birthday, I feel a little tinge of sadness. I miss it.” He looked over at John who had finally stopped avoiding eye contact and was watching Sherlock intently, listening.

“We can make this our new tradition…" Sherlock tried to suggest. "Until the time you and Harry—“

“That won’t happen,” John said flatly.

“Well, then it can be ours alone, from now on,” Sherlock replied firmly. “I like it. Christmas can be such an unnecessary time of year. Particularly when one isolates themselves from family. You know I’ve never been fond of it. I think having a sense of humour about it is… an excellent way to survive it. Together.” Sherlock nodded.

“Together...” John agreed with a little nod, weighing up the words. 

Sherlock looked down at the ornament in his hand and played with it, almost lovingly. Finally he looked back up at John. “Now, we need to find an ornament that reminds us of Mrs Hudson,”  he said with a cheeky smile.

John smiled back at him. “Thank you,” he said quietly. 

Sherlock put a hand on his arm in support, and then returned to looking at the wall of decorations and the moment passed. John continued looking too but he felt Sherlock’s eyes on him at all times, watching him closely. 

They decided after a time, to make their way to the Christmas markets. As they wandered through, the evening light faded and the twinkle of the Christmas lights became even more beautiful. John finally felt, for the first time all day, that he was relaxed. 

“Oh John, come here!” Sherlock called out, moving to a stall on one side. “Look at these hats! Sherlock grabbed a silly hat and placed it on his own head. A knitted hat with dangling plaits down the side, and pom-poms. He looked ridiculous, and yet completely adorable. “I used to have a hat like this,” he laughed. Then he grabbed another one and put it on John’s head before he could argue. “Frog,” he simply said. “Look at it! It’s a frog, John.” He smiled.

He looked so happy, so free. Clearly the chocolate had given him a special buzz, or Sherlock was tapping into his childhood joy because this was almost a different Sherlock entirely to the one John saw most of the time. Even during excitable case work there was a focus, a seriousness to it, an intensity. This was pure, unadulterated joy. He left John there in the frog hat, throwing his back on the pile before running on to another stall with beautifully wooden crafted items. “I think I will get this wine bottle holder for my brother! He’ll like that,” he said, but didn’t grab it. He had already moved on to the next stall.

John quickly put the frog hat down and smiled at the stall owner, chasing after his friend. “Sherlock…? Sherlock?… Sherlock?!” He called out, a few times before catch up and grabbing at Sherlock’s arm.

“What, John?” Sherlock asked, irritated at being thwarted in his adventures.

“Slow down,” John laughed. “You’re running at a thousand miles an hour. Slow down.”

Sherlock stopped and looked at John. The moment was frozen in time as the bustle of the markets around them continued on. John stood there looking at Sherlock, and Sherlock stood there looking at John, and they smiled at each other gently. John’s chest was filled with a warm, happy feeling. He really liked seeing Sherlock so content, but he most liked it when Sherlock stopped everything he was doing, and just looked at him like this. Like he was the only person in the world. He liked that it was just the two of them and Sherlock didn’t need anyone else. He trusted John. He needed John with him. It felt almost magical, their connection, and John couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it, really seen it before now. Just how strong his connection to Sherlock really was. 

Was this how relationships felt? For normal people who dated? Did they just want to stay in each other’s space and stare into each other’s faces like this? Was that what was happening here? Was John losing his mind? Was he having feelings for Sherlock? Or was he just enjoying having some quality time with his friend? Their friendship had always been intense. From the beginning. Was he just wanting to enjoy this for what it was right now? He didn’t really know. And he certainly wasn’t going to say anything. The last few days had been intense but on the other hand, it was lovely to open up a bit more about their lives, their hopes. Saying something now was a mistake. 

As time stood still, Sherlock reached across the distance between them and touched John’s hair. A featherlight touch with his finger and his thumb. John closed his eyes and felt a tingling run all through his body at the simple contact. Was Sherlock making a move? He flushed and his brow creased, suddenly confused by the movement. He opened his eyes again to look at Sherlock, assuming there would be an explanation.

“Fluff,” Sherlock said quietly. “You had some… ah... fluff in your hair… from the woollen hat,” he said with an awkward smile.

“Oh." That was the only sound John could squeeze out in the moment.

Sherlock smiled at him as he jiggled his fingers to remove the fluff from them and finally watched it float to the ground. When he looked back up his face creased in concern. “God, John, your lips are practically turning blue. You really should have worn some gloves and a scarf to warm up. I always tell you and you never....”

“I thought it would be fine,” he said, as his teeth chattered to punctuate the point. 

Sherlock smiled and shook his head. “Come on. How about we get something warm to drink? Warm you up from the insides?" He suggested.

John just nodded. His insides already felt considerably warm, he thought, after the gesture, after Sherlock had moved so close and touched his hair like that, but he didn’t have the ability to argue, or to tell him right now. So he followed, as usual, and let Sherlock lead the way.

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[rachalixie]

eight days of christmas carols - day 7

seungmin - santa tell me

to you, kim seungmin was - complicated, to say the least. he’s the picture perfect boy-next-door, wide and awkward braced smiles turning into the elegance with which he carries himself as the years passed by. 

you can’t remember when you first fell in love with him, but with every passing winter you fell harder and harder into his charm. from the neighborhood christmas parties that you only attended so that you could talk to him to the present he would drop off for you in the earliest hours of christmas morning, there wasn’t a single thing he did that turned you away from him. 

except for the fact that you didn’t know how he felt about you. 

when you were younger, you would write about him in the letters that other kids would wish for gifts in. santa, tell me, you’d pen, keeping your handwriting neat so that whoever received it would have no guesses as to what you wanted to know. does he really care?

now, you knew better. you knew he cared, he was your best friend in so many different ways. the lingering question remained, though, of whether he wanted more.

a question that kept you distant from him in times where you wanted nothing more but to melt into his stupidly boyfriend-shaped hoodies. times like right now, as you were hiding behind your decked christmas tree, peering out at the lingering crowd of party goers that were slowly leaving one by one as the christmas day passed. 

you find seungmin among them, his parents somewhere not too far, and he’s kneeling on the hardwood petting your dog who looks like he’s having the best day of his entire life. he’s smiling up at your parents while he scratches at your dogs ears, and they look so right together - like they were family. 

it’s not an uncommon sight, since your family held this party year after year. and year after year without fail, seungmin attended like he had nowhere else he would rather be, like he was where he belonged. 

you take an ornament into your hand, your oldest one that’s stayed with you almost as long as seungmin had. it was a plush snowman with a santa hat, threads along the edges fraying with age. 

santa tell me, you whisper to it, feeling a bit silly. is he really there? 

seungmin glances in your direction as if he heard you over the chatter in the room, a frown on his face as his eyes dart back and forth until they land on you. immediately, a smile takes over his features, his eyes brightening like the lights in front of you and his spine straightening in excitement. he holds a hand out to you, beckoning you over with not a single question of why you were hiding in your own home, and you know this is your sign. 

play it cool, you mutter to yourself as you detach your body from its position behind the tree. this was your chance. 

you approach him with a question on your lips that you hope above everything else he says yes to. 

—

carols masterlist

[helloliriels]

"Do you think The Doctor exists?"

Sherlock asked John.

The question came out of nowhere as he was hanging a stocking up by the fire.

There were three, side-by-side. One for John, one for little Rosie, and one for Sherlock.

It took a moment for John's brain to catch up to what Sherlock was asking?

"Sorry ...? The doctor?" John asked, tilting his head as if trying to recall what they had been discussing previously? "What doctor?"

His hand hovered over the tree as it held a snowflake ornament, midway to hanging it on its waiting branch.

"You know ...?" Sherlock shrugged, "The Doctor." He waved his arms to indicate all of the Christmas decorations. "The one who shows up while you are sleeping and delivers christmas toys?"

John's eyes went wide.

"You don't mean ... are you ... ? Are you talking about Santa somehow?"

"No, John," Sherlock Holmes rolled his eyes, leaving all but the word 'idiot' out. "Everyone and their dog knows Santa Claus isn't real! He could never make deliveries on a global scale with just a sleigh and handful of reindeer?!"

"No," John chuckled to himself, "course not. Silly me!"

"He doesn't even have a time machine," Sherlock muttered, sounding a little affronted.

Then he was stepping back to admire his handiwork on the mantle before picking up a strand of garland from the box of decorations, and lifting out a packet of fairy lights.

"Hang on a mo-"

John carefully hung up the ornament - mind still reeling with thoughts - as he made sure he would not drop and shatter anything, before climbing down the stepladder to face Sherlock more directly.

Once he was on firm ground, he came over and turned Sherlock around.

Sherlock froze. Staring down at the closeness of John, at the warmth of his hands touching him ... blinking both at it, and then up at John's now glittering eyes.

"You mean to tell me ...? John asked, voice tinkling with mirth, "...that you grew up ...? With tales of Doctor Who delivering your Christmas presents??!"

John was barely containing his enthusiasm.

"Doctor who?" Sherlock asked, confused.

"Oh my God," John was now laughing with his eyes also, "Oh ... my. God! The Doctor?! The timelord with two hearts ... ! The one who travels in a big blue box? That Doctor??"

Sherlock shuffled his feet uncomfortably, and wouldn't meet John's eyes.

"That ... is ... " Sherlock huffed, "isn't that ... how it goes?" He looked around as if he had somehow gotten it all wrong??

Was John making fun of him?

It had certainly made more sense than a giant bearded old elf in red wool sneaking down non-existent chimneys! Or at least he and Mycroft thought so ...

John had stopped laughing. He stepped forward and looked up earnestly as Sherlock, "Will I ever cease to be amazed by how your brain works?" He asked, genuinely amazed.

Sherlock's eyes went wide as John stepped closer and ... his hand brushed the curls away from Sherlock's forehead.

Then he pulled Sherlock in for a kiss.

Now Sherlock's eyes were glittering, looking as if he'd opened every Christmas present early.

"Just know, if I find you kissing any other Doctor on Christmas eve ..." John warned, playfully, "I will be taking back all of your Christmas presents!"

Sherlock grinned, "Doctor who?" he mocked in return, stooping to pull John close again, "I only kiss this one."

John laughed as Sherlock enthusiastically smothered him in kisses. Only pulling away when they heard Rosie coo from the other room.

"Oh, I know what we're watching tonight!" John laughed.

Sherlock pulled John back and placed John's hand over his own heart. "John ...?" he asked, in serious reply to John's teasing, "are you sure you don't have two hearts?"

Just then, Rosie walked in, dragging her floppy bunny behind her ...

"Maybe ... even three?" Sherlock corrected.

John smiled ... knowing his own heart had just melted.

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[strawberrykidneystone]

Im not quite sure if you do various characters hcs? But how about Christmas time with like Sevika, Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Silco, or any one really that you can or will write for?,!

CRACKS KNUCKLES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP

a/n: if they’re ooc im so sorry i’ve literally only ever written for sevika and vi before but i really want to try writing for all of them!!! also fuck it adding cait, mel and jayce in too

tysm for requesting anon <333

ANYWAYS

Christmas Time with Arcane Characters

sevika:

claims she’s not a “christmasy” person

did she cry when she watched the grinch with you? yes she did.

insisted on watching all 3 versions for comparison

gets really into grinch stuff

i’m talking pajamas, mugs, you even have a lit up fake dog with an antler tied to its head as decoration outside of your house

if you dress up at martha may you will not be walking for the next month

you sometimes catch her reciting lines while she’s busy doing chores

jinx:

oh she’s dragging you to all of the christmas light shows

yk how some zoos have zoolight nights or whatever?

yeah, y’all have annual passes

she still complains that you can’t actually see most of the animals and tries to yell at them to “wake them up” LMAO😭

literally SHOUTS whenever you pass a house that’s decorated with lights and insists that you stop to admire it

of course you oblige her because you also want to see the lights

she grabs your hand in hers as the lights reflect off her eyes, a joyous glow completely surrounding her

vi:

yk that scene in better off dead where he’s like “i’ve got this cousin that makes this monster eggnog made with motor oil”

that’s her

the spiked eggnog she makes is VILE

unless you realllllly like fireball with a drop of eggnog, then it’s good!!!

she makes the christmas dinner with a “kiss the cook” apron that jinx makes fun of her for

unfortunately she did have to kick you out because you were kissing the cook too often for her to focus

you almost made her burn the green beans!!!

ekko:

the WORST and i mean worst person to go christmas light decoration shopping with bc he’s like “i can literally make that for you at home”

shh it’s about the novelty and whimsy of buying things smh🙄

he drags you out of the store and spends the next few days making all of the decorations that you said you liked AND THEN SOME

he goes above and beyond, quite literally with the firelights stringing up lights up on the tree

once he’s done making the decorations, he gives you a smug grin as you admire them

“fine, you were right.” “i know, but it still feels good to hear you say it”

kisses your forehead before he’s pulled off to put up more decorations

viktor:

he would LOVE going on one of those hay rides that go around super decorated neighborhoods

idk if it’s everywhere but where i’m from there’s a certain neighborhood that has their electricity bill covered for like all of winter bc they’re all get SUPER into decorating and people pay to walk around

they also have hay rides that drive you through them so yes he would absolutely love that

i also feel like he would actually buys figgy pudding for carolers and is disappointed every year when none come LMAO

dw yall do karaoke to christmas songs and eat the pudding in the comfort of you own home

mel:

she’s has MULTIPLE christmas trees in your house, the main one being a huge white one with golden decorations that has all of your presents under it

the other “less aesthetic” trees have heirlooms and silly ornaments on them, but she loves them all the same

or so she claims

she has a mini tree in her nightstand that she treats like her baby complete it’s mini tinsel, ornaments, and even a lit up star on the top

she insists that it stays on when the two of you go to bed and you don’t have the heart to complain, plus it shines such a beautiful soft light on her that you can’t say no

goes to a LOT of holiday charity auctions with you on her arm and usually wins every bid, especially the items that catch your eye

jayce:

WHAT DO YALL KNOW ABOUT THE POLAR EXPRESS EXPERIENCE‼️‼️‼️

he'd be pressed up against the windows watching the landscape go by while the two of you are on the train

he’s BELLOWING all of the christmas carols and asks for extra marshmallows in his hot chocolate

the train ride is so much fun though and you’re both wearing matching pajamas of course

when santa comes and gives everyone their bells, he gives you his for safe keeping bc even though he KNOWS none of his pockets have holes, he’s still anxious about losing it

yes yes he knows that they arent the magic bells like in the movie, but he still smiles so brightly when they ring out

caitlyn:

she’s taking you to the nutcracker AND I DONT WANNA HEAR SHIT ABOUT BALLET BEING BORING I WAS A BALLERINA FOR 14 YEARS I DONT WANNA HEAR IT

anyways

the two of you get all dressed up and walk arm and arm into the theater, the lobby transformed as if you were stepping into clara’s party already

she def cries during the sugarplum fairy pas de duex

afterwards, the two of you stop at a little mom and pop diner and share a milkshake of your choosing<333

silco:

hosts the best christmas parties and always gives his employees a christmas bonus

only has 1 or 2 drinks at the party but loves seeing you get absolutely BLASTED

if they’re on the nice list that is

his favorite thing of the season by far is curling up with you by the fireplace and falling asleep in each others arms

even though he wakes up with a SERIOUS crick in his neck

[lorei-writes]

Esther's Instagram would be fairly... anticlimactic, haha.

The only decent pictures on the page were taken by Chevalier. It is not mentioned anywhere. Any person who has ever asked Esther to take a picture still knows that -- she's just hopeless.

The sweater picture is the result of Esther trying for an hour and failing miserably. It took Chevalier 10 minutes (largely to fix the lightning) and one shot.

The Bambi (dog) picture is actually just one of many, many, MANY dog pictures in his camera roll. (Chevalier will not admit it, but silly Bambi pictures always make Esther happy, so he makes sure to send her one every now and again.)

Esther is more of a lurker than poster.

The paw print in the snow picture? That's from the beginning of the year. It was taken during a walk with Bambi.

The mushroom ornament? Christmas.

The most recent Bambi picture? Summer.

Yeah.

Captions? All or nothing.

Most of her posts have minimal captions. However, the doll one tells the story of a certain murder mystery <3 (Esther ran out of signs. She can't Instagram well.)

[skullbowz]

Dear Lord, Let Me Never Be Digestable.

Eyeless Jack and Mitch Harlan (og eyeless Jack protagonist) one-shot blurb thing.

Cryptic!eyeless Jack (it/its user.)

“Mitch was EJ’s victim & killed his brother”shhh they are besties now and Jack lives rent free w him 🫵🫵

Only content warning is cannibalism n stuff

—

“Jack, is this really necessary?” The sleepy blonde yawned. The night tyrant could only nod eagerly in response to him and plopped down a medium-sized cardboard box in front of Mitch.

Mitch had to put up with the creature's bullshit for several years now and wasn’t too sure how he did it either. It was like taking care of a dog. And Mitch never liked having pets because he could hardly take care of himself, let alone something completely out of this world! It didn’t help that Jack had the audacity to bring back strays. STRAYS!! As if Mitch didn’t consider it a stray itself!! Though he still somewhat cared for EJ.

Through the course of the three years, he had to unfortunately know of the unearthly being; he lost his brother (to Jack) and that house as well. It doesn’t help that before he moved in with Edwin his house was foreclosed. And of course, he refuses to live with his parents; he ends up in some shitty run-down apartment with some screamo-obsessed ripoff emo Rake. He had to be lying if he said it was totally bad being with Jack though, it could be silly and enjoyable at times actually! Sometimes he felt like the two together were in an Eddie and Venom situation. . minus the M!preg stuff and yeah! (I’m so sorry for the reference 😭)

Speaking of the man-eating boogeyman—Mitch never knew what he’d wake up to or what surprise awaited him when he entered his apartment. Once Jack started making itself way too comfortable in Mitch’s personal space, the man in question barely got a lick of sleep. Tonight was no exception either. It was the night of Christmas Eve before Christmas Day and Mitch was celebrating by sleeping in. Something that was so rare since work and Jack were always up his ass. He didn’t bother with all the Christmas stuff; He’d rather get stoned and pass out watching some shitty 80s movie. Not this year though, Jack had other plans.

Jack had been gathering some Christmas decor from some of its victims' houses for the past two weeks! Which explained the box thing. Inside, the decorations varied from Christmas lights, Christmas tree ornaments, a mini Christmas tree you’d find at the dollar store, and some other jolly knick-knacks. It came down to presenting the box to Mitch at 11:39 pm because it just loves fucking up his favorite person’s sleep schedule.

It did take a while to drag Mitch Harlan out of bed, and while he wasn’t too happy about being awake for something so silly, Jack wasn’t taking no for an answer. How Jolly could a monster possibly be? Mitch mentally complained.

The answer was somewhat jolly. Jack watched with anticipation as Mitch pulled out each separate trinket from the box and laid them on the kitchen counter. The male gave Jack a questionable look but sighed. Which was Mitch’s way of saying fine

Jack couldn’t help but grab all the stuff it wanted to set up and get it set up — frankly, it left Mitch with the hardest decor to put up. Jack grabbed the mini tree and the ornaments for it and scurried off to find a placement holder for it. Jack ended up choosing to prop it on a shelf in the living room.

Jack was too ecstatic setting up the small white tree. It was funny. Who knew such a large being could care about something so small? Which would’ve weirded out of any normal person. The tree looked even more ridiculously small when Jack (who was hardly standing) had an abnormal structure and height. It was a funny sight to foresee.

The maneater was taking extra precautions and care to make sure all the fake white bristle branches were perfectly angled before sliding on the ornaments. It varied in colors mostly consisting of red and green! Mitch on the other hand was struggling to hang up the Christmas lights throughout the apartment, he was an averagely heightened man but he still needed a stool or chair to reach the ceiling. This was obviously Jack’s job but it was rather occupied with the childish-looking decor. Jack couldn’t even stand straight in the apartment that’s how fucking lengthy it is. But of course, it only cared for what it was interested in.

“A little help over here?” Mitch strained. He turned his head a bit to try and see if Jack was even bothering to pay attention to him, and he caught wind of Jack shaking its head. Mitch let out an annoyed huff.

“I’ll let you pick the movie for tonight if you help!” Mitch offered, and seconds later the lanky monster came right over and took over the lighting. The pale man was pleased he was able to persuade Jack into doing something he wanted for once and went back to the kitchen to see what else Jack gathered for tonight. It was just some little decorative toys like a snow globe, Christmas-colored deer, a door reef, and some other things that seemed too boring for Mitch to bother with - what he found interesting though was the elf on the shelf that looked like the elegy of emptiness? Strange.. But the Blonde shrugged it off. He ended up placing the elf on the shelf next to the Christmas tree that was also sitting on the shelf. It surprised Mitch how it didn’t tip and fall over, the tree to be exact.

Not even 30 minutes later Jack and Mitch were done. Mitch was hardly feeling any more awake than he was just 40 minutes ago and exhaustedly flopped down on the brown cushioned couch. He squinted a bit when Jack turned on the bright LEDs. White, red, and green lights lit up the dark apartment.

Jack happily came trotting over with its Invader Zim blanket Mitch once had very begrudgingly bought for it. And snacks of course- two containers containing pre-cut mangoes and pickled eyeballs. It happily set those on the brown coffee table.

“Delicious,” the man sarcastically grumbled. A year and a half ago Mitch tried figuring out what Jack would eat that was besides human organs n shit since back then they sickened him more then now. Jack refused to try and digest anything besides Mangoes. Unfortunately for Mitch, Mangoes aren’t cheap and constantly leave his pockets hurting. In the end Jack still doesn’t let its love for human organs go.

Mitch zoned back into his and Jack’s world when the couch sunk in and the said creature already had the remote in hand, curled up in the surprisingly large cartoonish blanket. Fortunately for Mitch, Jack ended up picking Krampus which wasn’t too bad of a movie. Of course the blue masked-faced whatever tyrant paired up the horror film with some classic Christmas music that was only slightly audible; You just gotta love the overstimulation!

Jack happily scarfed down all its mangoes and pickled eyeballs in the first 30 minutes of Krampus. If any other normal civilian witnessed Jack devouring whatever it is it consumed, they puked and fainted all over!

Funny enough, Jack once urged him to even try cannibalism! and with some encouragement, Mitch eventually caved he was rather curious himself and

ended up eating cooked organs. You would’ve expected a bad reaction from him but honestly? He didn’t think human meat tasted too bad. He enjoyed it a bit more than he should have - and that didn’t end up being the last time he ate other humans too. Maybe Jack has managed to fuck up his influence quite a bit.

Eventually, Mitch did end up passing the fuck out sometime during the first hour of the film, waking up wasn’t the funnest experience. His back was stiff and his neck ached due to the uncomfortable position he slept in, not to mention Jack’s heavy ass was lying on top of him. Mitch couldn’t help but groan miserably.

Hey- When did the elegy-looking elf move to the coffee table???

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This is so awfully written im so sorry </33

[fresh-widow]

Lost XMas

Post dysfunctional childhood, any family gatherings and holidays induced PTSD - I’d stop breathing randomly. go outside, wheeze and gasp for air for 10 eternal minutes or so, like I did yesterday. I had a weird day musing on my codependency issues, which are always so much easier to manage when you’re codependent with your best- friend-partne- in-life, rather than an audience of post-your-best friend’s-death new acquaintances. As for my childhood nightmares holidays they poke up like a mushroom here and there, and it’s probably not worth getting into that now. My relationship with Ben really healed my Xmases. We shared a dark sense of humor, and he loved my ideas-- often crafting cool things that spun off of our sense of humor, imagination, and shared cynicism.

I have a tiny crawlspace in my house and I swear every time I go in there things shapeshift and there is a different time capsule there that I didn’t see. The last time I looked there time there was only a bag that held Ben’s Satan Claws costume in there. The black fur pants which I altered for our nephew  a couple of years ago when he wanted to be a centaur for Halloween.

Yesterday morning, I went up there and there was several boxes and bags of Christmas stuff along with a giant candelabra. I opened a bag to discover this designed-out-of-egg-cartons anti-materialist junk Xmas tree. The idea came through my brother who didn’t feel up to doing the capitalist commercial Xmas for his baby at the time and Ben loved doing up the dark side of Xmas. We made light of the darkest moments. A lot of Ben’s collection of Xmas stuff is from the street- picture leaky snowball scenes and antique crumbling plastic Santas with peeling paint and cracked heads. Ben made some excellent silly ornaments too. I peeled off the top layer of stuff in the boxes and then couldn’t handle any more. I took a two hour nap, went to lunch with a friend had a beer, which I never do, then I went to went home and took another 2 hour nap in the driveway in the back of my SUV with the door open to the sunshine then took my dog for a long walk then slept for 12 hours.

Just received a Santa emoji from my brother’s wife and a 4 word Merry Xmas Love ___ email from my brother who has been mad at me for months.  I called them, thanked them for their warm heartfelt emoji and told them about the memories I pulled out of the attic yesterday. I felt him warm up. Sometimes guilt is a necessary trip.

[noisycowboyglitter]

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[cherry-velvet-skies]

Part 1 did fairly well so here we go again

[scary-senpai]

I saw @unfortunatelycake post this get to know you game and it’s been kind of a rough day, so I am allowing myself some silly internet things as a treat.

I didn’t tag anyone but you should reblog if the spirit moves you! 90% of my tumblr interactions have been blocking / reporting porn blots so it’s nice to hear from actual people

3 ships: Garou x Genos, platonic! Garou x Saitama, Zombieman x Amai Mask

First ship: if we go really far back, it would be the Blue Ranger and the Yellow Ranger in Power Rangers… although I don’t know if that counts, because I was like 7. It wasn’t until I was in middle school I saw The Road to El Dorado, at which point the Chel / Miguel / Tulio dynamic truly awakened something in me.

Last song: “mostly major chords,” Shayfer James. It is achingly beautiful and sad.

Last movie: I watched Scrooge with my cousin over Christmas. I thought we were watching A Muppet’s Christmas Carol. He tricked me, but I forgive him. Even though I’ve had “Thank you very much” stuck in my head for like two weeks now.

Currently reading: tut / keep — it’s a poetry book written in English and Turkish. Maybe I will finally, finally start to understand how Turkish works :-/ I’m also doing Whale Weekly, so Moby Dick (my mom gave me a sparkly whale ornament for Christmas)

Currently watching: bungo stray dogs

Currently consuming: water with lemon

Currently craving: a really, really intense yoga class. Either very fast paced or very stretchy, possibly both. My shoulders have been misbehaving

[citrussunrises]

Favorite Christmas ornament?

This is so silly but the one I traded the swarovski crystal bulb for the little felt sheep in the crown that you tell me is a dog toy

[shangdragonsthief]

Lucy just looks so cute under the tree!