#sleddin

[emeraldaquariumxo]

It’s Sleddin’ Hill season 🤘❄️

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Sleeper Sled

On the tenth day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me:

A fluffy sledding fic where Jake is grumpy!

Christmas Song Pairing: “Dashing Through the Snow" by A Very Convoluted History of Versions and Singers

Trope: Sledding

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Some suggestive implications, language

Words: 2k

Author's Note: I'm not quite done with the Sammy fic that was supposed to go out today, so I had to switch up the pattern. Hope you don't mind! Besides, that also means we'll be finishing off Tropemas with 2 very smutty rhythm section fics ;)

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Jake had been grumpy when you woke him up before noon. It’s not like you could blame him — you knew intimately how late he stayed up. But you had plans for the day, and when you were finally able to bribe him with a hot coffee and food on the way to where you were taking him, he finally dragged himself out of bed, demanding a kiss, as well.

“Where are we even going?” He mumbled once you pulled away, resistant to his attempts to deepen the kiss and get you back in bed.

You patted his hip and went back to searching for Jake’s good winter gloves in the box of miscellaneous hats, scarves, gloves, and mittens. “A date,” you said. 

“I could plan a perfectly good date right here, though,” came Jake’s reply from the bathroom. “And then we wouldn’t have to trek through the snow.”

The sink started to run, so you didn’t bother responding. You knew that Jake’s idea of a date at home would be him offering to teach you how to make a dish, eventually kicking you out of the kitchen because the only people he really liked cooking with are his mom and dad, and then watching a movie until you either passed out, got bored, or started fucking.

So, no. You would not be staying here. And besides, trekking through the snow was part of the date, something that Jake soon found out as soon as he saw the “Joy’s Old Sleddin’ Hill” sign sitting atop the gate you passed under to pull into the freshly-salted parking lot.

“Sledding?” Jake questioned, doubt tinging his tone. “Have you ever been snowboarding? It’s much more fun.”

You fixed your boyfriend with an unamused glare. He wasn’t usually such a spoil-sport, but you knew he’d been up in the music room all night, hyper-fixated on a new riff that he just had to get before he got to bed. You’d had this date planned for a couple of weeks now, though, and he’d known about it even if you’d kept the location a secret. Because of that, you had very little sympathy for his late-night habits.

“Yes. With your family last year, remember? When you took me out because you and Sam wouldn’t stop fucking around on the beginner’s slope?”

Jake tried to stop the smile from reaching his lips, but you saw the small smirk take over eventually and shook your head good-naturedly. “Oh yeah,” he coughed, covering up his amusement poorly. “Alrighty. Well, if we’re gonna do it, then, let’s do it.”

Despite the less-than-enthusiastic send-off, Jake reached for your hand when you met up behind the car to walk to the sled rental but before you took off, hooked his newly-gloved finger into your scarf so that he could pull it down and kiss your cheek.

“Trying to suck up to me now, Kiszka?” you teased, readjusting your scarf before leaning into your boyfriend. He must have felt bad for being a sourpuss, but you hadn’t let it affect your mood because you knew he’d come around. And again, he wasn’t always like this – you were willing to give him a break every so often when he let his creative genius take over.

“I would never,” he denied, but you saw the smile. “Why would I when I’m still getting cold and wet on a Sunday when we could have been warm and wet in–”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you gasped, pasting your wool-covered palm over his mouth, “there are children around!” It didn’t stop him, because you could feel his breath seep into your mitten as he mumbled incoherently into your hand, so you just kept it there as you walked until he quieted again. “You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

Perhaps it was a warning and a threat to you, but Jake just smiled mischievously and sighed, “If that’s how I’m gonna get out of climbing up this God forsaken hill, I’ll give a dramatic rendition of last night.”

You scoffed and glanced over at him, approaching the sled rental, finally. “What– before or after you left me on the bed to go and chase your little guitar chords?”

That certainly got Jake’s attention, and he narrowed his eyes before leaning in. He didn’t really want to get kicked out, after all. “I left you exhausted, don’t pretend like I didn’t take care of you first,” he said, the complaint ripe in his words.

You smiled as you shelled out for the best sleds the little shack had and thought about disagreeing just to see where it got you but, eventually, decided that you didn’t actually want to ruin Jake’s day. “You did,” you conceded, giving up the fight - and he had, you just much preferred to cuddle with him after he rocked your shit than with his pillow as he returned to his one true love. You weren't made by Gibson, after all.

You gave Jake his sled as you made for the hill, and he harrumphed behind you, but followed. Even trudging up the hill, you didn’t talk much, too busy trying not to look as out of shape as you both were. But, heavy breathing and all, Jake began to get a tad bit more pep in his step the further toward the top you got.

As much as he grouched about getting up early and being cold and wet, he was a Michigan boy at heart, and you knew he missed the plethora of slopes around every corner. He never passed up a chance to grab his old snowboard from his parent’s garage when you visited, and he’d disappear with Josh for hours once he knew you were comfortable and had something to do (as if his family ever ran out of things to do).

Sledding wasn’t that much different.

Someone flew past you on their way down, and Jake watched as the snow sprayed up behind them. “Damn…” he muttered, taking another look at his board. “Are you sure we don’t need to go back down and rent some goggles and a couple of helmets?”

“I knew you’d come around,” you said smugly, finally approaching the end of the line of people waiting to be placed and given the green light by the workers. “You can’t stay away from extreme snow sports.”

Jake furrowed his brows. “Since when has sledding been an extreme sport?” he scoffed, still keeping up the fake attitude, even though you could see him bouncing on his heels.

As the line gradually shortened with each person that quickly picked up speed on the steep hill, you and Jake kept up the banter, but it quickly turned competitive when your boards were placed on the snow.

“So what do I get if I win?” Jake asked, a suggestive tone that only you could pick up on lacing his words.

Waiting for the workers to nod that you were good to push off, you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Anything you want,” you told him, sickly sweet. “But you won’t win, so it’ll actually be what I’ll get when I win.”

Jake’s eyes turned up in a smile you couldn’t see because of his adjusted scarf, but you heard him reply, “Anything you want,” just before the worker told you you could go.

As fast as you could, you dug your boots into the snow and pushed yourself down the hill like a little, snow-dwelling frog. Jake was still hanging out in your peripheral, right next to you, and you began to think there might be some merit to his words about goggles, with the spray that occurred as the hill dropped to be steeper and your sled skidded across pillowy white drifts that felt like icy needles on your face.

Perhaps it was because you had to close your eyes against the elements, or maybe your focus shifted as you felt like you’d fly right off the course and into the parking lot, but you didn’t notice Jake converging in on you until his muffled voice was inches away and he was reaching out a hand to stop the collision.

“Jake!” you squealed, trying to muscle him away from you. But with his efforts clashing with yours, you only succeeded in swinging him out in front of you, so that he was going down the hill backwards and you were the only one who saw the absolute trainwreck of a stop that was evolving. 

The huge snowdrift at the bottom of the hill acted as a stopper, and if a rider hadn’t lost enough momentum by the time they reached it, they’d either continue to sled up and then succumb to gravity, or they would shoot forward into the snow if the sled got caught before it went up.

With your combined weight, either way was gonna hurt.

The sleds slowed as the incline leveled out, but it wasn’t enough, and as soon as you hit the snowdrift, Jake tumbled off abruptly as the nose of the sled caught a compressed lip of ice from where it had been compacted by many sledders before you. And although his hands were ripped from yours, you still followed, giggling all the way.

“That was a softer landing than I had imagined,” you cackled breathlessly, taking deep breaths against the puffy material of Jake’s coat. His arm encircled your waist, and with a quick shake of his head, he dislodged the scarf from where it had been wrapped around his nose and lips.

“Soft because you landed on me,” he accused with a little laugh, digging his fingers into the layers that hid you.

Not wanting to be run over by other sledders, you got up off of him and held out your hand, which Jake took gratefully. “What do you mean? You’re all hard man muscle,” you drawled jokingly. “I was lucky you were wearing that big ol’ coat, or I probably would’ve broken something.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jake snorted, grabbing the stings of both sleds and hauling them out of the way.

He was quiet as you made your way back to the path leading up to the top of the hill, and you gently caught his elbow. “Sorry I crushed you there,” you apologized, not really thinking he was mad at you, but to hear his voice again. You knew he likely just didn’t have anything to say, but having woke up on the wrong side of the bed, you wanted to make sure he was actually having a good time and wasn’t just putting on a brave face for you. “We can go a few more times and then blow this popsicle stand if it traumatized you too much.”

Jake glanced at you, brows raised as he took in your offering. You knew the second the lightbulb went off because he scooted off to the side of the trail and looped the sled strings around his arm so that they wouldn’t slide away back down the hill, and then grabbed your hand. “Hey, I’m having fun,” he claimed, genuine happiness softening his features in a way that made you relax for the time being.

“I know!” you assured, maybe a little too quickly, as anything less would make you feel foolish for doubting Jake’s emotional state. Jake picked up on that and made sure you were holding his gaze before he ran a cold, slightly damp finger down your nose in an affectionate gesture.

He put on his best sweet voice, sleepy and a little raspy just the way you loved. “Thank you for taking the time out of your day to plan this,” he said sincerely as tendrils of winter began to settle between the gaps of your layers now that you weren’t actively struggling up a steep hill and getting your body warm with exertion. “I appreciate you putting up with me more than you know.”

Sufficiently reassured that Jake was happy, you took your sled from his arm. “I don’t put up with you. I love you just the way you are,” you said mischievously. “Even when you wake up grumpy and leave me without cuddles after blowing my back out.”

You took off up the hill, leaving Jake with a shocked expression that quickly turned offended. “I did not! And what happened to ‘there are children around?’”

You laughed as he chased you as quickly as he could with clunky snow boots on. In your opinion, the sledding date was most certainly going to turn out a success.

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[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

At Sledathon Grounds.

Riley in Applepom outfit: Hello?

Marja: Oh! You must be Epel's friend! You look like a little angel in that yellow Applepom

Riley: Thanks you, you must be Epel's grandmother? Let me introduce myself, my name is Riley Hunt

Marja: My, aren't you polite! My name is Marja Felmier

Riley: I see Miss Marja, hmn where is other?

Marja: Oh Epel whip 'em into sleddin' shape right now

— 👻 anon

The boys come back looking haggard.

Epel: We can try again tomorrow.

Jade: I was...not expecting it to be that tiring...

[guns-and-botany]

Fair, fair… Would you like to give sledding a try? Are there any good paths on the mountain?

Yeah, I think so! Sleddin' sounds fun, we didn't have anywhere hilly enough t' do that back at Site-01

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x reader - Snowy Days.

It’s snowing outside and I LOVE the snow (for the majority of the time) so I had a rough idea of the reader being happy the first time she saw it vs towards the end of Bastogne and HATING it.

I’ve in cooperated Speirs into it, however I’m fighting with the idea of realism rn as I feel like Ron and the reader wouldn’t get close until the end of the war, as he’s so professional. But ah well.

this is set just before the men get sent to Bastogne, so picture a similar time to when the men are in the cinema and they get told all their weekend passes are revoked :/

My head lolled on the back of the couch, gaze following the white flurries in the air. What was that, soot? Dust? It was only when I lifted my head that I recognised it to be snowflakes fluttering gently from the sky above.

A gentle gasp escaped my throat as my eyes widened, smile immediately beaming at the sight outside of the glass window. “What?!” Ron Speirs, startled from my gasp dropped the newspaper into his lap, staring at me intensely.

For a second, my head snapped back between him and the weather outside, pure joy filling my face whilst concern covered his. “I- it’s snowing!” I stammered out, moving up onto my knees so I could take in the view better. To anybody else, I was positive it would look like another war riddled town in the middle of Holland. To me, it was beautiful.

“It is?” I wasn’t sure if Ron was questioning the weather, or my excitement. “First a weekend pass, now this?” I giggled over my shoulder, seeing his tongue roll over his lips as he discarded the newspaper to one side.

“I never realised you liked snow so much.” He hummed, the Dog Company Captain coming up behind me on the couch. His knees bent against the plush of the sofa, body resting behind mine as his firm arm wrapped around my front. I immediately sunk into his hold, it was rare Ron and I got a moment together.

“I love it. I always have.” My head cocked to the side, purposefully making room for him to make his way up and kiss my cheek and jawline attentively. Breathing deeply, I let out a soft hum in appreciation. “I don’t like the cold.” Ron admitted, an amused smile making its way up to my face.

“So I’ll take that as you don’t wanna go out sleddin?” I sarcastically giggled, watching his own lips tug up over my shoulders. “I’d rather do something else.” He muttered, moving up closer behind me with a gentle exhale, pressing his crotch against my bum. “Ron! No- please, can we just go out for a little while?!” But I was too giddy for whatever adult fun Ron wanted, it wasn’t often I’d get to let my hair down and have a weekend off from my nursing duties.

Unable to say no to me, I pouted even more causing the handsome soldier to sigh out in defeat. “Fine. Okay. But I’m not building a snowman with you…”

“Who said I wanted to do that?” I teased again before racing off to grab my boots before ripping open the door of the house Ron was billeted in. “You’re not gonna wear a coat?!” It was almost dark out, freezing, but I just wanted to feel something other than the doom and gloom of war. The excitement rattled through me as I pounding out onto the streets that had been layered in a thin layer of white snow.

“No!” I laughed, the cold air nipping at me as I kicked the snow around, back to the shivering soldier. “Jesus.” He muttered, chin pushing further into his jacket as I took his bare hands, pulling him further onto the quiet street.

“Now all we need is the war to end and a white Christmas, and I’ll be happy.” I admitted, pushing my chin up so I could face him with a smirk. “All I need is to go back inside, and I’ll be happy.” He spoke quietly, tucking a hand under my cheek.

I smiled genuinely up towards the beautiful man, the orange glow of the street lamp radiated over his face, his sharp features softened by the soft light. “I love you, Ron.” I admitted, the emotion coming from somewhere deep in my heart. Any other moment couldn’t have been better than this one as his own smile lifted.

“I love you.” He admitted in his low voice, ducking his head to kiss me with as much love and passion than he could muster. It was perfect, the kiss, the weather, Ron. If only the war could end, if only this was the end.

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December 25th 1944.

So I’d gotten the ‘white Christmas’ I’d wished for after all. 12 inches of snow fell on Easy Company four days prior, and now we were all facing the repercussions. I’d hated the stuff, it sucked the life from me, I was constantly wet, constantly freezing. Even my lashes were becoming icicles on my face, it was officially the worst Christmas ever.

Movement close by where I was rested in the sole foxhole startled me. “Hey. It’s me.” Ron eased, a sigh leaving my lips as I felt him crawl besides me. “Why are you here alone? Why aren’t you with the other nurses?”

“All the girls are miserable, you know? Cryin’ for their husbands- their children.” I sharply cut myself off, the lump in my throat rising. Ron let out an inward sigh, tucking a blanket over the both of us, an arm wrapping over me. If we weren’t so far back on the line, away from people, there’s no way he’d be showing this level of physical touch and affection.

Instinctively my head fell on his shoulder, exhaling in defeat at the way my heart softened under his touch. “I hate this weather, I despise it.” I snapped as I felt him turn down to face me. “What the cold?” “The snow, the cold, the frickin’ ice. Everythin’.” There was a time when I loved it, the sight of it was magical to me, it brought me back to my childhood. But the trauma and utter despair we’d faced out in the Ardennes was overwhelming. I’d never craved home more badly, nor had I ever disliked something so much I used to so desperately yearn for all year around.

“It’ll melt.” Ron seemed borderline awkward at my confession. “Besides, I thought you liked it?” He shuddered slightly.

“Not anymore.” Bastogne would forever ruin many things for me. The snow was just one of them, and I knew Ron was worried to see the hatred appear. I did myself. “Well, it won’t be like this forever…”

But it was. I despised the cold for the rest of my life, snow was no longer a childhood memory for me, it was destroyed. War destroyed everything. As much as Ron would try, and my future children would want to play, I knew it would never be the same for me. The innocence I once had was snatched away from me, at 21 years of age I never realised I’d had lived through something so traumatic that it would alter me for the rest of my life.

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This feels so shit? Like especially the ending? It felt like a better idea in my head than what it did written down- oh well! Anyway sorry for such a dark ending, I think I’ll go back to writing smut after this ✌🏼

[familiar-finn]

Finn had no intention of staying within the castle walls for a while, not with Gareth away from Krovs for a bit. He fully intended of enjoying his own peace and quiet in the town house away from Silver and Bradley –– let those two bond or whatever. And that went for Christmas celebrations as well. The familiar had no desire staying out too late or getting too wild. In fact, if he played his cards right he'd be home and cozied up on the couch or in bed with Hallmark on by 10pm.

Of course he made plans to meet up with Iah in Krovs Town park to wander through the winter wonderland or whatever it was. They set a time and place over text and at the respective time Finn teleported right to the well-lit entrance of the park. He quickly found Iah decked out in red and bows, looking positively adorable. "Iah, hi!" he greeted the young vampire as he strolled up. "You look fantastic this evening." He held out his arm for Iah to take like the gentleman he could be. "Is there anything in here you'd like to do specifically? Ice skatin'? Sleddin'? Grab some food?"

@iah-yang

[karlyboyyy]

10 Albums + 10 Mutuals

thanks for the tag @xuan-xuan1927 🖤✨

The original post was getting really long, so I’ve made a new one 🫣

In doing this I realized that I don’t really listen to full albums anymore, which is sort of a shame! But I tried to pick ones that I could listen to all the way through and actually know/enjoy each song!

In no particular order:

1- Sleddin’ Hill by August Burns Red (mostly-instrumental metal Christmas. ‘Tis the season)

2- Live at Radio City by Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds (there are so many live albums by DMB or Dave & Tim, but this one is by far my favorite. the versions of Bartender and Don’t Drink the Water on this album are *chef’s kiss*)

3- Common Dreads by Enter Shikari (techno punk + fuck the government = this album)

4- Rumours by Fleetwood Mac (my favorite album to listen to on vinyl!)

5- Heroine by From First to Last (emo Sonny Moore pre-Skrillex days, my beloved)

6- Voices by Matchbook Romance (idk man this one is just so good and I’ve never met anyone else who knows them, even though they had one pretty popular song back in like 2006)

7- Hollywood’s Bleeding by Post Malone (I just really enjoy his singing voice and these songs are so catchy)

8- Twilight movie soundtracks (all of them. There’s only like 2 or 3 songs out of all the soundtracks that I don’t care for but the rest are bangers)

9- Tracing Back Roots by We Came as Romans (no particular reason, I just like it. The singer also has a pretty voice and I was legit sad when he died)

10- Suicide Season by Bring Me the Horizon (I was just obsessed with this one in high school. One of my larger tattoos is of lyrics from a song on this album lol)

No pressure tag! @silversoulstardust @wingsofblackleather @jolynecujohh @i-look-back-and-laugh @literalbuttz @homo-homini-lupus-est-1701 @thelevinary @morgendaemmerung89 @zsbrainrot @waxscissors

[kylebigford]

@carlkustermtnpark @dennis_paton @brianbigford @bigfordthomas #rulers 5’ of fresh powder, 1st time mtn sleddin for the boys. #epic @skidoo #braap Brand new summits with 165” tracks and 850 turbos were needed today. #stuck (at Carl Kuster Mountain Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpLy_vLvdjo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mayangelsleadyouin]

I have known you for way too long for my brain to still be saying “maya angelou sleddin’” every time I see your url like brain you KNOW thats not right come on

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA listen to hear you me by jimmy eat world and you'll hear that instead. unless you wanna stick with maya sleddin

[monmuses]

arcencielreve asked: ❝ are you going to come sledding with us? it’ll be fun! ❞ (Cerise @ Bigby) ; IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!

     Bigby had just left the Business Office, locking his office door and leaving the Woodlands, unexpectedly hearing Cerise tag behind him with that offer. Sledding? With him? A blizzard did come by and bring on a massive amount of powdered snow across New York, but with the free time he had, it wouldn't hurt to tag along with Cerise for the day.

     He didn't really have much planned during the Christmas season anyways (besides staying home and sleeping in).

     "...sleddin', huh?" He asked, leaving his cigarette on the concrete beneath him, gently smashing it with his shoe. "I, uh... guess I could come. Got nothin' really planned today, anyways. Good thing the blizzard's on the low today to let you go sleddin'. What's the occasion for, anyway?"

[erineverly]

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know,” Erin says with a chuckle, shaking her head because she, out of all people, would know just how sensitive both of them are. “An’ go sleddin’, otay, daddy? We’ll build snowy-men and go sleddin’!” Emerald eyes lighting up at the idea, skinny legs kicking as the sudden burst of excitement seems to be too much for Sebastian’s little body to contain on the inside. It needs to find an outlet. “Why it doesn’ snow ‘ere?” The boy inquires, growing serious all the sudden as he genuinely tries to understand the reasoning behind California’s warm climate and Indiana’s more moderate one. Why are they different? “When I’m old like you and mommy, I’m gon’ get a mommy tattoo, too.” Sebastian declares boldly, always ready to copy whatever it is that Axl’s doing. He wants to be just like him and so if dad has tattoos, he must have them, too. The sentiment makes Erin’s heart melt into a puddle, but the fact that Axl’s played along has her blushing faintly. “Mommy has a borin’ teef-brush. Is all grown up.” Sebastian sighs with clear disapproval, pointing to the light pink toothbrush that’s sitting in the cup beside the sink. Erin’s just leaning against the counter now, the bottle of lotion still in her hand, watching the two redheads interact with a combination of sheer amusement and utter adoration on her face. She ignores their comments about her new boyfriend, figuring defending Anthony is really not worth ruining the mood for. It’s not like he’ll ever know she just stood by and let her son call him a farm animal. “Mhm, daddy smells so good now. I bet Sebastian wants to smell that good, too,” she muses, squeezing a generous amount of sweet-smelling baby lotion onto Axl’s palm. Funny how such a simple gesture can take her back in time to those days when their son was just a newborn and they were still figuring out how to put a diaper on him, whether lotion can be put on his face as well, stuff like that… Gosh, she really has to stop. “Then we’ll just brush your hair and put your awesome jammies on, and we’ll be done here,” she babbles on, coating her palms in the white cream before kneeling beside the pair. She does as instructed and takes the right side of their son, starting from his shoulder. It’s a pleasant surprise how still he is, how he’s suddenly abandoned all plans for escape, mostly because he loves being held and pampered, and he’s willing to suffer the uncomfortable sensations if they will make him look like a snowman, too. Like daddy. “Do we have like ten minutes to stop at Kmart on our way to Malibu?” The brunette inquires, lifting her pale blue eyes up to meet the singer’s bright emeralds. There’s a hint of a smile on her lips, clearly impressed with the other’s child whispering skills.

“That doesn’t take much to do.” Axl smirks, voice teasing and hypocritical because he is the same. It doesn’t take much to make either of them hurt or offended. “Yeah! I’m like those snowmen I used to build in Indiana during the winters, we’ll have to build them too some time.” Axl suggests, Sebastian causing him to recollect a sweeter memory from his childhood and one he’d like to share with his own baby now. “Ohh, uhh,” Glancing down, brows knitting in confusion. “That is mommy, mhm.” The singer laughs, sheepishly smiling, wasn’t like he was going to say ���no it’s not his mommy’. That’d be weird and at his age he’d never get it. Axl lifts his hand and helps Sebastian finish brushing his teeth, wiping his mouth as they go then telling him to spit before washing off his toothbrush. Leaving the rinse part out, because that’d defeat the toothpaste’s fluoride protecting his teeth. “My toothbrush is Shaggy.” he comes up with, even though that’s a lie but he didn’t once again tell him no towards something to spare crushing his spirit. “Oh yeah, I’d say.” Axl nods, loving to input his side comment like that towards Anthony. Refraining from rolling his eyes. “Now daddy has his lotion on,” After being massaged by his wife that’s no longer his wife, “it’s Sebastian’s turnnn!” he announces enthusiastically, sitting Sebastian on his lap as he sits on the ledge of the tub. “Mom will take the left side and I’ll take the right side of Sebastian.” he instructs, mostly to Erin while holding his hand out for her to add lotion into his palm. “Sebastian’s turn to be a snowmannn.” The redhead singsongs, kissing his damp hair and holding him tight in case he wants to still get out of it. Well, this time, he’s not. He can kick or scream or whatever; but this time he’s getting his lotion put on so he can finally get in his pajamas and get into bed.

[wildbeautifuldamned]

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[dogwithabirdatyourdoor]

gone sleddin’

[infantinoduck]

Oh I got tagged in a thing by @maevedx

Last song I listened to: I’m going to cheat and say last album which is August Burns Red presents: Sleddin’ Hill. A metal core Christmas album. It’s my favorite Christmas album and I’ll admit I like Christmas music (usually the old old stuff)

Favorite Color: idk I’m terrible at picking favorites. according to my wardrobe black lol

Last movie/ show: Watched some Dropout TV last night. Make Some Noise and Dirty Laundry. Dirty Laundry is hit or miss but Make Some Noise is always good and the most recent one was no exception

Relationship status: Married for 7 years :) partner is poly have a few metas all positive

Last thing looked up: literally had to look up the term meta because I couldn’t remember the word Lmao

Current obsession: I think I’m transitioning obsessions from speed running LEGO The Hobbit back into playing Destiny 2 as I’m losing motivation to lower my time and the new season of Destiny is dropping soon

Now to tag folks only person I’m going to tag is @ilikecorndogs

[townofslumber]

LET'S GO SLEDDIN'!!! ❄️

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Ep51 A Very Merry Nightmare w/ Chris Sarandon! (Hollywood!)

This is Hallowe'en AND Christmas, because we're joined by the one-and-only, Sir Jack Skellington himself, also-known-as Mr. Chris Sarandon! Say what?! In the first of our epic Christmas Double-Feature, this iconic, Oscar-nominated Hollywood (and Broadway) legend dishes the deadly nightshade on his much-beloved Disney hit, 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'; plus dives skull-first into August Burns Red's Christmas-themed album 'Sleddin' Hill'; as well as his seriously-stellar career which has seen him appear in over 100 film and TV productions! Merry Christmas, y'all! www.twitter.com/sarandon_chris