#st of December

[bebx]

[hitrone]

quodo my beloveds

[princegeorgeofwales]

Prince George and Mike Tindall ♥️♥️

[geezerwench]

Happy Saint Nicholas Day.

[rovermcfly]

let's settle this once and for all

[kojiarakiartworks]

December 2003 PDX Portland Oregon U.S.A. 

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

[fuctacles]

The best date that never happened

for @steddiemicrofic's prompt "pine". This is part 4 of the accidental AU i only write for random challenges now apparently.

508 | G | no cw | they say the b word!!!

1 / 2 / 3

Steve was moping. He’s been planning another round of holiday preparations with Eddie, but he ditched him at the last minute, claiming something important has come up. What could be more important than picking up a Christmas tree?

And maybe a cup of hot chocolate while they maybe walk around the stores brainstorming gifts for little shitheads, too.

Okay, yes, he was hoping to turn it into an impromptu date, sue him.

He had this perfect sneaky date day fully formed in his head for a week and now he had to go alone. While he wasn’t angry at Eddie, the bitter feeling wouldn’t leave him. Even the new Wham! couldn’t compare to Eddie's chatter if he was walking alongside him. He would comment on how creepy the nutcrackers on the display were, and how the hot chocolate could use more marshmallows. 

He passes dads with measuring tape and kids whipping each other with abandoned twigs. Everyone is looking for the perfect tree in their own way. 

Except for him. His perfect way would include Eddie. Or Robin, at least. But he wasn’t ready for her opinions right now. 

“Steve!” 

Over the Christmas chatter, a familiar voice broke out. He whipped his head around to look for the under-conditioned, beloved mop of hair, but all he could see was a Santa hat. Confused, he looked further, but the person in the hat started waving. With no more prompting needed, he jogged over.

“Eddie!” 

The boy’s cocky smile turned into a startled laugh when Steve ran into him and hugged him tightly, lifting him off the ground.

“Did you ditch me to play dress-up?” he asks incredulously after they part, pulling on the white pompom of his hat.

“Yeah, Jeff’s family needed an extra pair of hands at the last minute. I’m sorry for canceling our plans, but…” He perks up immediately, mischief in his eyes, as he pulls Steve deeper into the green maze. “I was told I could pick one tree for myself, but we both know there’s no space in the trailer for this, so I thought, what better way to abuse my newfound power to save a tree for my boy- My- My boy,” he settles on after a moment of stuttering. He squeezes self-consciously on Steve's hand but doesn’t let go. 

They stopped at the back of the fenced-off area, in front of a gorgeous pine tree. Its branches are full and even and the perfect height for Steve's living room. He’s not looking at it.

“Your boy?” he asks teasingly. 

“You are a boy,” Eddie counters. 

“I'd argue that I'm a man, but nobody says ‘manfriend’, do they?”

Eddie is red in the face, and so is Steve, with what he’s about to say.

“So… Boyfriends?”

Their hands are still clasped together, but Eddie smiles down at the ground, kicking stray pebbles.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

He’s not sure if he’s asking about the tree or the new status of their relationship, but the answer is the same anyway.

“I really do.” 

[lonestarflight]

The Space Shuttle Columbia onboard the 747 SCA during takeoff, following her landing at Edwards Air Force Base during STS-9.

Produced: December 14, 1983

NARA: 6412588

[paunchbunny]

...i need to eat a cake with my bare hands and nothing else and someone needs to watch

[allweknewisdead]

Clockwatchers (1997) - Jill Sprecher

Sometimes it hits you how quickly the present fades into the past, and you question everything around you.

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 25: Christmas Day

Early morning light shone softly through the bedroom window. It's rays felt warm on Steve's cheek but it was nothing compared to the heat from his boyfriend beside him. He didn't need to open his eyes just yet, allowing himself to lay in the haze between sleep and waking up.

It was Christmas, Steve reminded himself at the back of his mind. This one felt different, good different. There was something that felt more whole this year. Steve had had good Christmases since falling into his unconventional family of monster hunters. Today was different because the last missing piece of his puzzle had been found. This year there was someone to kiss under the mistletoe, hold hands with under the dinner table, and fall asleep beside tonight.

Eddie stirred next to him and Steve begrudgingly cracked open his eyes. Eddie blinked at the sunlight, ultimately deciding cuddling further into Steve was more important, Steve couldn't blame him.

"Merry Christmas, Eds," he whispered softly, carding his fingers carefully through the other boys unruly bed curls.

"I'm pretty sure I asked Santa to eliminate the sun, guess I'm getting coal for Christmas instead."

Steve laughed softly pulling Eddie closer and wrapping a leg around him. "You're on my nice list, baby."

"Guess I'm in the clear," Eddie replied, he sounded more awake now as he craned his neck to press a kiss to Steve's cheek.

"What time is it? Do we have to leave for the Byers yet?"

Steve glanced over Eddie's shoulder to look at the clock, they had time.

"It's still early, let's rest a bit longer, we need our energy for the kids later."

Eddie groaned closing his eyes again, "They're lucky they're good kids." Steve smiled and kissed his head, cuddling back down into the bed again, "Very lucky."

Later they would need to get up and ready, Joyce wanted them at breakfast after all. There would be cooking to do, presents to unwrap and the big family photo. But that was for later, for now, two boys could lay and enjoy the morning of their very first Christmas together, knowing there would be many more.

Ao3

[thephantomofanastasia]

This is so cool. A production of Anastasia the Musical at the University of Mainz in Germany.

Photo credit to vidhyavictoria on IG

[hersurvival]

Two winter blossoms that signify eternal rest:

Violet and Narcissus

But how is it fair that the way I bow my head

Is interpreted as humility, of being modest

When your head also hangs low?

But you've been grown to accept

You are unlucky, a sign of misfortune

They place me on graves of the innocent,

While you are a portent of death

Nicknamed "heart's-ease,"

A vital part of old love potions, perfumes,

For a flirtatious scent

You have always been a lure, a trap, an end,

Rumored that your gentle fragrance

Is laced with a narcotic effect,

Fatality being imminent

"Where the oxlips and the nodding violets grow.."

"..And the daffodils fill their cups with tears"

We find ourselves together

As your Valentine, I write to you in ink

Created from my petals, my flesh,

To tell you that you are good,

That you are more deserving than this

@nosebleedclub April 20th - Birthday Flowers

[richardarmitagefanpage]

Richard at the Pancreatic Cancer UK Christmas Carol Concert at St George’s Church in London, UK. (December 11, 2023)

📷: lgoodbu / crina_crina08

[historian-in-pearls]

Tests at the hospital went well on Monday, and I’m cleared to begin ECT after the holidays. In your charity, please pray for me through the intercession of St. Dymphna. I hope to visit her shrine later in the spring.

[kojiarakiartworks]

December 2003 PDX Portland Oregon U.S.A. 

■Skidmore Fountain : Historic 19th-century fountain & art work

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）