#tinsel alternative

[paperstreetdolls]

✨Thank you for all your orders of our Fringes this year! Making them definitely gives us Buddy the Elf vibes in the studio ✂️✨ (at Dennistoun, Glasgow's East End) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmYwQ4Fqinq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[atopfourthwall]

To Linkara: Love your videos, especially when you review good comics. Also loved the Fortnite stream you did with other ComicTubers, it's nice to see you being a part of a bigger community again after that fiasco with the other site that shall not be named.

Been meaning to ask you something for a long time, but I couldn't think of what specifically. Problem is I'm a curious person by nature and I also like to ramble. However, while rewatching your Contest of Champions video (great arc, BTW, even if it took longer than expected), a decent question finally hit me. As someone who's a fan of Doctor Who, What If tales, the original Secret Wars and Crisis on Infinite Earths, do you think Hollywood has overused the multiverse idea? I almost got into an argument with someone on YouTube about the subject where I proclaimed the idea still has merit, it's just the folks running Tinsel Town were failed to be creative with it. Heck, to me the idea is like zombies: sure, it can feel repetitive, but that's only if you don't do anything new or original with it. Movies like Spider-Verse have proven as much. Then again, that's just me. Your thoughts?

I still love multiverse stuff and things like No Way Home or Deadpool & Wolverine have shown how the multiverse can be used to give fanservice, while Spiderverse, Loki, and Multiverse of Madness have shown the story potential of meeting alternate universe versions that reflect character development for our main character... but the problem especially with the MCU is that it feels like they don't have much in the way of a PLAN for it. Sure, Kang was being set up as the next big bad and they're shifting to Doom, but even before then it feels like there wasn't much of a story beyond "There are a lot of Kangs." Sure, with Thanos we didn't know his deal beyond the Infinity Stones being powerful until we actually reached him, but you could get the idea how dangerous it was even without that. Still, I think multiverse stuff is still fun and cool as long as it's used in creative ways... and hopefully people will feel the same with the next storyline once it launches. =)

[tightjeansjavi]

Joel Miller | Pre Outbreak | AU | Masterlist

Series

The Rite of Movement Explicit | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader Welcome to Miller-Co, Real people, real sex, professionally produced for your pleasure

blue jeans n’Texas dreams Explicit | complete | horseback riding instructor f!reader Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

That Girl is a Problem | AU Explicit | tattoo artist f!reader Joel & Tommy Miller left their Texas homestead seeking new thrills. They find themselves working at an auto body shop on Hollywood Blvd. Joel meets you, a self taught tattoo artist working on the strip. You might be just the adrenaline rush that he was searching for. Or, his ultimate heartbreak.

Sarah’s Treasures Explicit | thrift store owner! Joel | f!reader Joel Miller single father to Sarah and Ellie, (his adopted daughter) Joel lives a simple life with his family. Outside of being a carpenter, he opened up a thrift store in town named, Sarah’s Treasures. Sarah, Ellie, and Tommy all encourage Joel to get out in the world and make new friends. You’re new to Austin, a fresh pretty face. You find yourself inside Joel’s thrift store when an online date bails on you.

Sunlight Explicit | Ghost! Joel | f!reader Edisto Beach; a small beach town located in South Carolina. Tragedy strikes September 26th, 2003 when single father, Joel Miller, leaves a bonfire unattended just outside his beachfront property. His daughter, Sarah Miller perishes in her room; the upstairs attic after Joel attempts to save her, but is too late. Driven with grief, two days later Joel Miller takes his own life in her room. The house has long since been abandoned due to documented strange disturbances that the grieving father resides within the home, and is unable to pass onto the other side. Joel Miller must learn how to love and forgive again before he can finally be at peace. Will you be able to help him on his journey?

One-Shots

Sunday Scaries Fluff | Smut | f!reader

From Eden AU | Pirate!Joel | Mermaid f!reader

Barbie Girl AU | Fluff | f!reader

Dinner & Diatribes AU | Bounty Hunter/cowboy!Joel | Runaway f!reader

Girl, I’ve never loved one like you Prom Night AU | high school student! Joel | high school student! f!reader

your mind, your needs Fluff | soft! Joel | f!reader

The Birthday Boy Fluff | soft! Joel | f!reader

take a moment to breathe Fluff | medical trauma | soft! Joel | f!reader

honey pot Smut | neighbor!Joel | f!reader

his eyes still glisten angst | comfort | f!reader

Tinsel Fluff | Smut | f!reader

My Dearest Angst | f!reader

My Joel Alternative Ending | f!reader

Guilty Pleasure Smut | Fluff | f!reader

Knee Deep

[breelandwalker]

Sneak Preview of The Sisters Grimmoire Vol. II - Gilded Locks

So he went into the first room. A cauldron was hanging from the walls; it was boiling, but the Prince could see no fire under it. "I wonder what is inside it," he thought, and dipped a lock of his hair in, and the hair became just as if it were all made of copper. "That's a nice kind of soup. If anyone were to taste that his throat would be gilded," said the youth, and then he went into the next chamber. There, too, a cauldron was hanging from the wall, bubbling and boiling, but there was no fire under this either.

"I will just try what this is like too," said the Prince, thrusting another lock of his hair into it, and it came out silvered over. "Such costly soup is not to be had in my father's palace," said the Prince; "but everything depends on how it tastes," and then he went into the third room. There, too, a cauldron was hanging from the wall, boiling, exactly the same as in the two other rooms, and the Prince took pleasure in trying this also, so he dipped a lock of hair in, and it came out so brightly gilded that it shone again.

-The Master-Maid (The Blue Fairy Book)

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Intent: To braid wealth into the caster's hair.

Materials:

Hair long enough to braid

Copper, silver, and gold-colored embroidery floss

Rubber bands (if desired)

Ideal Timing: Waxing Moon is best, but this spell can be performed anytime.

Acquire three pieces of embroidery floss the same length as your hair. One should be copper, one should be silver, and one should be golden. Approximate as best you can; they don't need to be metallic, or to contain any of the actual precious metals. If desired, this can also be done with "fairy hair" or long strands of fine tinsel.

Align the three strands with a small lock of your hair. Knot the strands together around the lock, as close to your scalp as you can get it. (If you prefer, you can use a small rubber band for this step.)

Divide the small lock of your hair in half and braid, using the embroidery flosses as the third piece. Alternatively, you can divide the lock into thirds and match one piece of floss to each strand. Tie everything off together at the end. If you'd like to make a larger braid, you can add additional pieces of floss, so long as there are equal numbers of each color. For a fun touch, you can dab some Amber oil onto the embroidery floss before braiding, or add a lucky charm to the end when you've finished.

Leave the braid in until the night of the Full Moon, or until the desired financial boost manifests itself, whichever comes first.

This spell is geared toward individuals with hair that is long enough to hold a braid, but this is not a requirement. In the absence of long hair, you can weave in a piece of sewing thread the same color as your hair (whatever that happens to be). Wet the thread with your saliva and allow it to dry before braiding. This will tie the charm to you the same way a piece of your hair would. Wear the finished braid around your wrist or ankle until the wish manifests itself or the braid breaks and falls off.

-from the forthcoming book, The Sisters Grimmoire, Vol. II; © 2021 Bree NicGarran

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[greyias]

SWTOR-Tumblr Annual Holiday Party

SWTOR Holiday Party - Star Forge Server

Saturday, December 30th -  4:00 PM ET / 3:00 PM CT  / 1:00 PM PT / 9:00 PM GMT

Countdown // Translate to your timezone

Come on out this Saturday for some cross-faction fun! For the fifth(!) year in a row, we’ll be throwing snowballs at each other on scenic, but chilly, Ilum. Grab your snowballs/snowball cannons/tinsel bombs for a little holiday get-together!

We’ll be meeting up on Ilum on the Eastern Ice Shelf at the twin frozen lakes, which is south of the Imperial Base Camp, and east of the Republic Way Station.

Type /cjoin TumblrChat to shout at people long distance, or you can whisper me on the name “Greyias” if you need some help finding where we’re at. (Whispers will only work on Pubside unfortunately, only because of cross-faction restrictions)

Need to grab some snowballs? Head over to the Master of Ceremonies on your respective faction’s fleet and purchase the snowball item.

Come on out, we’d love to see you!

And now, look under the cut for some of our really silly, 100% optional, party traditions we sometimes indulge in:

Ugly Life Day swtor Sweater Challenge

A lot of the lowbie chest pieces on the starter planets (like the Nerfherder tunic), also dye really well. Truly the potential in-game are practically endless.

White Bantha Gift Exchange

Find or bring some random in-game object to exchange with some unwitting bystander another partygoer! The more useless, unique, or hilarious the item, the better!

Use the in-game trade function to exchange the “gift” to someone live! Alternately you can mail it to your recipient of choice, the but it can sometimes take up to an hour for it to be delivered.

The only catch with this activity that I can tell is that you have to be on the same faction in order to trade with or mail another player. Because apparently rival factions must be at war, or something lame like that. Like the name of the game is Star Wars or something. 

Again, both of these are 100% optional (so is the snowball fight for that matter), you can just come and hang out with us if that’s all you want to do! The goal is for us to have fun and hang out with each other in-game as a community, so as long as you have fun, that’s all that matters! ♥

[liaromancewriter]

Stardust

Premise: Ethan and Cassie’s skating date plans go awry, but all hope is not lost.

Fandom: Open Heart/Choices Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,965 Day/Prompt: @12daysofchristmas Day 9 - “I like it out here. It’s peaceful.”

A/N: For @choicesholidays "Best Christmas Ever" prompt, @choicesprompts Holiday rewrite event: inspired by Virgin River's S5 Christmas special where Mel and Jack celebrate their first Christmas and make their own holiday traditions, including the ice skating scene. Also submitting to @choicesdecember2023 prompt "Christmas" and @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday event.

I'm using @choicesflashfics week 64, prompt 1 (in bold), and fluffy dialogue prompt 1 from Second Day of Gift-Giving by @creativepromptsforwriting. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills.

Growing up in New England meant ice skating. One of Ethan Ramsey’s earliest memories was holding his father’s hand as they stepped onto an outdoor ice rink. Light snow fell around them like stardust, and he tilted his head back to catch a snowflake on his tongue.

His father taught him how to skate that night, gripping Ethan’s hand lightly and encouraging him to lean forward and alternately stroke and glide on the ice, letting the blades do the work.

He remembered his father’s deep laughter and his mother’s cheers from the sidelines as he let go of the hand keeping him tethered. Feeling the wind on his face and watching colors blur from the festive lights strung up around the rink, everything in little Ethan’s world was perfect at that moment.

Many years later, Ethan still loved to skate but didn’t have as much time for it. As head of diagnostics at Boston’s Edenbrook Hospital, his duties kept him much too busy. But something about the holidays made him nostalgic for simpler times.

“Earth to Ethan. Anyone there?” Cassie Valentine snapped her fingers in front of his face.

Ethan shook his head to clear the memories clouding his thoughts. “Sorry, I was miles away. What were we talking about?”

“Okay, that was some trip,” Cassie commented, giving him a strange look above the rim of her wine glass. “Holiday traditions from our childhood. You were telling me about skating with your parents, remember?”

“Oh, right,” Ethan said, feeling his face flush.

For a moment, he’d forgotten where he was. He glanced around his apartment and the holiday decorations they’d put up a few days ago, scratching the back of his head as he tried to collect his composure.

A Christmas tree stood in the corner against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bay — the first one they bought and decorated together — tinsel and fairy lights winking against the dark. Presents had found their way underneath the tree at regular intervals in the last couple of weeks.

This was their first holiday together, technically second as a couple, but he’d been in Providence last year, and she’d been working. Somehow, without realizing it, he found himself in a relationship that was more serious than anything he’d ever had before.

What else would you call meeting each other’s families and planning together what presents to buy for their respective relatives?

“Do you still skate, or is that in the past?” Cassie mused, her legs curled up beneath her on the couch.

“Not as much as I’d like,” Ethan confessed, picking up the near-empty wine bottle to top up their glasses. “A few years ago, a bunch of us started getting together in the community center rink for ice hockey. Nothing formal, just pick up games to blow off steam.”

“Why am I only finding out about this now?” she said, somewhat disgruntled. “We’ve known each other for almost three years!”

Ethan rolled his eyes at her dramatic response. “Because I have other, more pleasurable things to say and do when you’re around. Besides, I had Naveen’s condition to occupy my mind that first year, and then my mother’s return and addiction last year. This is the first normal holiday season for both of us.”

“You have a point,” Cassie conceded with a regal nod before twisting in her seat to regard him thoughtfully. “I bet you’re a goalie. You’ve got the build for it.”

“You’d lose that bet.” Ethan raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I play center.”

She harrumphed and then tapped her index finger against her lips. “Remember how we talked about making our own holiday traditions when we decorated the tree last week? Let’s add skating to the list. The Boston Common Frog Pond rink is open for the season, and it always looks fun when I go running past it.”

“I’ve been, and it is fun,” Ethan said. “How about Friday? You’re working a double before that, so should be post-call, right?”

“It’s a date,” Cassie smiled, intertwining her fingers with his and nestling against him. “This is going to be the best Christmas season ever!”

When Friday came, Ethan was run off his feet. Herb, one of his oldest patients, had been admitted with an unknown infection. He spent the entire day running tests, frustrated when the results didn’t reveal anything useful.

Deciding to return to the beginning, he sat behind his desk, switched on the monitor and pulled up Herb’s medical history. He wasn’t leaving here until he figured this out.

“You’re still working?”

Ethan looked up at the intrusion, eyes unfocused, the screen’s glare reflecting off his reading glasses. Cassie stood inside the sliding glass doors, wearing a pink long-sleeved sweater beneath a puffy white vest and black jeans. A knitted cap with white and pink stripes sat atop her long blonde hair.

He wondered whether she coordinated her outfits or if it was an innate style. Maybe even both.

He noted the small duffel bag in her hand and cursed internally. He’d utterly forgotten their skating date, and judging by Cassie’s amused expression, she knew it, too.

“You’re important to me. And I want you to know that,” Ethan said, coming around from behind the desk to stand before her. He took her hand in his.

“I do know that, but thank you for telling me,” Cassie chuckled, lightly swinging their clasped hands before letting go. “What’s going on?”

Ethan quickly explained the situation, running frustrated fingers through his hair, his inability to solve the case coming through in the irritated tone of his voice. Before he knew it, he started brainstorming Herb’s condition with her, pulling up test results and walking her through his thought process.

Herb wasn’t the diagnostic team’s patient, but it helped to have someone he trusted from the team working with him.

“Could be GI. Have you considered….”

“…barium follow through?” he said, reading her thoughts as perfectly as she could his. He frowned as he tried to connect the dots to the other symptoms.

“I thought I saw something in his chart,” she said, nudging him out of the chair to take control of his keyboard, her eyes scanning the electronic medical records. “Aha, there it is. Small bowel obstruction, managed through a steroid protocol, so no biopsy was done to rule out Crohn’s or colitis.”

“Good catch,” Ethan said, reading over her shoulder. “I’ll put in orders for a barium test tomorrow. Nothing more we can do today.”

Her light floral scent drifted into his nostrils, and he sighed in disappointment. Date nights were already hard to organize with their erratic schedules. He couldn’t help but feel he’d wasted this one.

He turned the office chair around, placed his hands on either side of her and leaned in. “I’m sorry, Cassie. I not only messed up our plans tonight, but I pulled you into this after you’d already worked a double shift. I heard about the clusterfuck that was last night.”

“That would be an apt word to describe it,” she murmured. “Not sure how I got home this morning, but at least it was quiet in the apartment with everyone else on shift.”

“Still, tonight was supposed to be the start of another holiday tradition for us,” he insisted.

For the first time in forever, he resented work coming in the way of his personal life.

Cassie framed his face between her hands. “I’m here with you. I’m right where I belong. Doing what I’m good at with the man I love and one who taught me that patients come first.”

Ethan closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a slow, sweet kiss, thanking her for understanding with the promise of more to come. Cassie locked her hands behind his neck, and he tugged her out of the chair, reversing their positions without breaking the kiss.

They slowly drifted apart, foreheads touching. Cassie smiled softly, her fingers trailing down the side of his face. “Raincheck on our date?

Ethan checked his wristwatch and noted it was almost half past eight. Where had the last few hours gone?

“We could try to get to the Commons before the rink closes at nine,” he offered, mentally calculating the distance, traffic and parking situation.

“It’s okay,” Cassie said, getting off his lap and stretching her arms upward. “Another night. Besides, we’re doctors. Disrupted plans are par the course.”

“There are other rinks in Boston,” Ethan said, standing beside her. “Let me google what’s open. Tonight doesn’t have to be a total loss.”

“Actually,” Cassie said, taking her phone out and unlocking it. “Rafael’s old neighborhood has a small rink that’s open all night. He invited the Roomies there last year. It’s no Frog Pond, but it was nice. Let me text him.”

While she did that, Ethan tidied up his desk, closed out files and powered down his computer.

“Yes!” Cassie pumped one fist in the air. “It’s still around, and Raf is sending directions.”

An hour or so later, after stopping by his place to change and pick up skates, Ethan parked in the lot on the other side of the community park from where the rink was located. They walked hand in hand down the walkway, the soft glow of street lamps a welcome relief against the shadows around them.

The rink was small, as advertised, and empty, given the lateness of the hour. And yet Ethan liked it all the more for its relative privacy versus other public rinks.

“I like it out here. It’s peaceful,” Ethan commented as they sat on a bench and strapped on their skates.

“It’s popular with local families, so it can get busy early in the day,” Cassie explained, her voice muffled as she bent down to tighten her laces.

Ethan flicked the light switch, the red and green lights bright against the darkness. He stepped onto the rink, gliding effortlessly on the ice, feeling the familiar rush of wind rushing against his face.

“Whoops,” Cassie giggled behind him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking back to see her arms flailing before she caught her balance.

“I’m good,” she said, carefully holding herself still.

He laughed as recognition hit. For all Cassie’s bravado, she was not as comfortable on skates as she pretended to be.

“You think it’s funny?” She lifted her chin mulishly, spreading her legs wide and turning her skated feet inward.

“Yeah, I do,” Ethan smirked, skating in a loop around her.

He took her hand as she continued to struggle and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Because I finally found something that Cassie Valentine isn’t good at.”

He grinned as Cassie pretended to be offended. She started to push against his arms, but her skates slipped, and she clung to him like a barnacle. Within seconds, they were both laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“You figured me out,” she confessed, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes as she swallowed back her laughter.

She placed her gloved hands on his upper arms, her green eyes sparkling as they gazed into his. “I suck at skating. No matter how much I try, I will never be more than passable.”

Ethan brushed his hands down her arms and folded her hands in his. “Then it’s a good thing you have me to hold on to.”

He lowered his face as Cassie stretched on her toes, and their lips met in a kiss that chased the cold away. They looked up as snowflakes started to fall from the sky, sprinkling over them like stardust.

And under a starry, magical night with snow falling around them, Ethan looped Cassie’s arm through his and skated them expertly around the rink, making another holiday tradition just for them.

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All Fics & Edits: @bluebelle08 @coffeeheartaddict2 @crazy-loca-blog @genevievemd @headoverheelsforramsey @lucy-268 @jamespotterthefirst @jerzwriter @lady-calypso @mainstreetreader @peonierose @potionsprefect @queencarb @quixoticdreamer16 @rookiemartin @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction

Submissions: @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @debbiechanclub

Ethan & Cassie only: @cariantha @custaroonie @youlookappropriate @zealouscanonindeer

[oc-challenges]

WELCOME TO THE OC NEW YEARS CHALLENGE!

Since the winter challenges struck out, we're crawling home. Luckily, the new years oc event is here and hopefully it will be the toast of the town. So before we all have to clean the glitter off the floor after the party, we're going to hold onto the memories of 2023 and looking forward to 2024. This event comes from @aliverse (me) and @elmunson with suggestions and feedback from the OC Challenges & Potluck discord, and it spans from the 26th of December 2023 to the 1st of January 2024. With the hope that you may never become a stranger to the oc community, let's go over the rules and then get to the challenges!

Rules

DO NOT copy others edits, if you feel someone has stolen your edits, follow these guidelines!

If you are doing crossovers, PLEASE make sure that the creator of the other oc is okay with crossovers.

If you want your post to be reblogged onto this blog, it must contain the hashtag onyc23.

Feel free to ask any questions, I promise I'll stay even when your scared, and I'm lost, and you're running away.

Everything is up to the creators interpretation, although I have tried to include some examples for help!

Have fun!

Day One: What A Tangled Web We Weave

On the first day, let's take part in one of my favorite trends this year—web weaving! Weave a captivating web incorporating quotes, images, screencaps, and more for your OC. If you're not familiar with the concept of web weaving, here's an account with a lot of examples.

Day Two: I Polish Up Real Nice

Sometimes we get tired or bored of an oc or an edit, but there still things we love about them. To reignite our love for these things, we're going to revise and revamp. Choose an oc, a story, or an edit to to refine and enhance to its fullest potential.

Day Three: In My ＿ Era

On the third day, let's reflect on the defining periods that have shaped either us or our original characters. Despite the initial impression, and my well known obsession, this is inspired by The Eras Tour but doesn't have anything to do with her.. We delve into the various eras within our OCs' lives, whether categorized by tv show season, movie, age, or any other criteria you can think of. Alternatively, share insights about the current era your in as a creator, like "in my hunger games oc era" or "in my gifset era".

Day Four: Everything New

Now that the studios have stopped being bitches, we can acknowledge all the remarkable releases of 2023 (a special shoutout to the talented individuals who contributed to their excellence). On day four, craft something inspired by a creation that emerged this year, whether it's an entirely new series or just a fresh installment in an existing one.

Day Five: Don't You Forget About Me

Though 365 days sounds like a long time, it doesn't always feel that way. In the midst of our activities this year, some things may have been unintentionally overlooked. Fortunately, there's still time to make up for it. Take this opportunity to craft something for an OC that took a backseat this year, bring to life that edit you've been yearning to create all along, or share that chapter you've been gradually working on throughout the year.

Day Six: In With The New

Let's not do out with the old, but we could certainly do in with the new. For day six, introduce a brand new oc or story you hope to be your newest muse for 2024.

Day Seven: Exchange The Experience

Tidings, tinsel, and a year of beginnings. It's start of a new chapter of our lives, especially for our original characters. Be sure to celebrate this new chapter by signing up for the OC Potluck New Years exchange and spreading joy.

[deaddovedec]

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hello and welcome to Dead Dove December 2023! We are a dark holiday-themed Bucky Barnes event. Below, you will find the prompts for each day of December, along with alternate options. This is a no-pressure, for-fun event that offers over 40 prompts to fulfill your dark needs during the holiday season. Please be aware that the prompts on this list contain dark and potentially disturbing themes and may not be suitable for all audiences.

Ao3 Collection

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Day 1: "Stocking" Stalking / Trapped

Day 2: Heartwarming / Hidden

Day 3: Ice Skating (Screaming) / Nutcracker / Home

Day 4: Curse / Captivity

Day 5: Jolly / Jugular

Day 6: Blood in The Snow / No Strings Attached

Day 7: Giving Back / First Night / Tis The Season

Day 8: Mistletoe Madness / Stree Free ( Stress Position)

Day 9: Naughty or Nice (Knot or Nice) / Merry

Day 10: Cold as Ice / Secret Surprise

Day 11: Unexpected Gift (Alt: Best/Worst) / Lost

Day 12: Candy Cane / Candlelight / "The Light Goes Out."

Day 13: Tortured / Yule Ritual / The Shadow of the Menorah / FREE DAY

Day 14: Chopping / Silent Night, Lonely Night

Day 15: Wonderland / Snowflakes

Day 16: Tinsel Bondage (Tied) / Strangulation

Day 17: Christmas Lights / Pretty as bulb, aren’t you? My own special little ornament (Christmas Angel).”

Day 18: Forced Celebration / Feast / Fever

Day 19: Twisted Traditions / Train Tracks/ Hanging From the Tree

Day 20: Krumpus / Monster Fucking

Day 21: A Broken Ornament / Winter Solstice / FREE DAY

Day 22: Buried in Bows / Tangled Ribbons

Day 23: What Fun It Is / Holiday Haunting / Horse Drawn

Day 24: The Nightmare Before Christmas / Last Wish

Day 25: All I Want is You / Unwrapping / Presents “Presence”

Day 26: Chains / Cheers / Cannibalism

Day 27: Dark Encounter / Stitches

Day 28: Something Red / Tears

Day 29: Robbed (of senses) / Stockholm Syndrome

Day 30: Masked / Masquerade / Spiked / FREE DAY

Day 31: It’s a New Year, (Again)- Memory Loss / Forgotten

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Deprived

Search & Rescue

Building a (snow) man

Aches & Angels

"Stay with me."

The gift of gunpoint

Chimney

"He sees you when you're sleeping; he knows when you're awake."

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Divider credit ❆ @rookthornesartistry

[soleilceirinen]

Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader AU - Part 15

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. Note: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. Also, English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! Cillian Murphy Masterlist - Part 14

“I’m ready,“ you said as you walked into Cillian’s living room. 

He lifted his eyes from his phone, a second earlier he seemed busy but now he stared at you in awe. “Wow, you look beautiful darling, turn around” he indicated, making a circular motion in the air with one of his fingers. 

You turned awkwardly and bit the inside of your cheek with apprehension. “Don’t you think it’s a bit too much?” you wondered, touching the silky fabric of your dress, it was shorter and way more revealing than what you used to wear on a daily basis. 

Cillian shook his head and stood up, pressing his hands to your hips as he pulled you into a kiss. “It's a New Year's Eve party, you look perfect. If you didn't have to go I couldn't keep my hands off you, Y/N.”

You put a hand on his chest and tilted your head to the side to look at him. “I could stay.”

He let out a small laugh, noticing your unwillingness to go. Placing a finger under your chin, he lifted your face and pressed your foreheads together. “Listen to me, Y/N. You are going to that party and you will have fun with your friend, alright?”

“I’ll try to, but I can’t promise that I’ll enjoy it” you muttered, rolling your eyes. 

With one last peck on your lips, Cillian pulled apart and grabbed his keys. He would drive you to the party to make sure that you and Olivia arrived safe. Both of you were fine with it, after all, she knew about you and Cillian, plus you wouldn’t have to worry about the transport. 

You sent a quick text to Olivia telling her that you were waiting outside of her apartment. A few minutes later, she opened one of the back doors and got into the car. You smiled at her from the passenger seat but before you could stop her, she had leaned forward and was hugging you. Then, she turned to Cillian, almost contorting like a circus acrobat, and hugged him too, pressing her cheek against his. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Olivia! Happy new year!”

He seemed a bit taken aback by her energy and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Sure, nice to meet you too.” 

He waited until she settled with her seatbelt on to start the car. The ride to where the party would take place was smoother than what you expected, although it made sense. She was an art student as well, of course she had a lot to say. Cillian parked and turned to look at you.

“Call me when you feel like going home and I’ll pick you up, it doesn’t matter what time it is.”

You nodded, he had told you that same thing many times. Then he looked at Olivia and repeated it. She giggled and winked at you when he looked away. 

-

Almost everyone there were Fine Art students, Olivia knew most of them as the social butterfly that she was. In the blink of an eye someone had wrapped you in a golden tinsel garland. Olivia grabbed your hand and took you to the dance floor, where you two danced among the tide of bodies. You found yourself laughing and having fun after a couple shots of tequila and the collective celebratory atmosphere that filled the air. 

As Olivia disappeared to talk with some of his classmates, you scanned the crowd, recognising a familiar face. A few steps away there was Martha, Brad’s girlfriend. She was staring at you too but when you waved with your hand at her she just frowned. Her reaction surprised you. As far as you thought, your relationship with her was cordial, you two weren’t friends but you got along. You couldn’t remember if she was involved in the Brad incident, but you hadn’t seen her in months.

Martha approached you as she pushed people away and grabbed your arm, dragging you to a less crowded part where you could talk without the loud music blasting in your ears. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, pushing you against the wall. "Did you come for Brad?"

You shook your head, confused at her words and the sudden hostility. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Martha. I’m here with Olivia.” 

She let out a bitter laugh. “You're not fooling me, you're nothing more than a whore. You would crawl after my Brad like the stalker you are, you even forced him to leave the apartment.”

"I don't know what you're talking about, Martha. I don't know what lies your boyfriend may have told you, but it's not true. From every ten things that come out of his mouth eleven are lies, you should know it by now. I didn't do anything, he left because he wanted to and he didn't even tell me in time to look for another place. Brad is all yours, I don't want to touch him even with a two metre long stick" you spat, raising your voice. “I guess he didn’t tell you what he tried to do to me against my will but if I were you, I’d be repulsed just to let him touch me”.

The familiar sting of the tears flooding your eyes made itself present, as well as the warmth of rage taking over your senses after remembering everything that had happened with Brad in the last months. And behind all of that, a deep sadness. 

“You are lying,” she said, her voice a little unsure.

You shook your head once more. “I don’t have a single reason to lie to you, and don’t put your hands on me again.”

“What’s going on?” both of you turned to see Brad standing there, he fixed his sunken eyes on you. “Y/N, you are here”. The colourful lights made him look like something taken out of your worst nightmares.

“Not for much longer” you whispered, trying to get away from them. When he attempted to grab you, you screamed at him, the tears finally rolling down your cheeks. “No!”

He stopped in place, seemingly startled. Without looking back, you ran into the crowd searching for Olivia. It didn’t take you long to find her making out with a guy. You stood next to them awkwardly, not wanting to interrupt and waiting for them to finish. When she noticed you standing there, she pushed the guy’s face away and held you by your shoulders. 

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” Despite her slight drunkenness, she seemed concerned. Olivia wiped away your tears with her thumbs, trying to fix your makeup a little. "You look like a sad panda bear."

This made you cry harder, you leaned into her and clenched her dress in your fists as she hugged you back. The guy whom she was kissing started to complain but she just rolled her eyes and ignored him. 

“I’m going home, Oli. I don’t want to be here anymore, I’m sorry.”

She let out a disappointed sound. “I would like to stay longer, do you mind if I don’t go back with you?” Olivia knew what you thought about leaving others alone at parties, moreover if they were a young woman and alcohol was involved. 

You sniffed. “Are you going to be okay?”

This made her giggle. “You are the one who came out of nowhere crying and you ask me if I’ll be okay?” She looked at the guy sideways and bit her lip, leaning over your ear, “I think I have it under control, don’t worry Y/N.”

After that, you texted Cillian to come and pick you up. In the meanwhile, Olivia and the guy, who ended up being quite nice, waited with you in the street as you summarised your encounter with Brad and Martha. They reminded you of two guardian dogs making sure that no one bothered you. When Cillian’s car came into view, you turned to your best friend and hugged her. 

“I’m sorry for making you come tonight, Y/N. I had forgotten that Brad’s girlfriend was in my class, if I had known that he was going to be here tonight…”

You stopped her, placing a hand on her arm. “You are not the one who needs to apologise, Olivia. Enjoy the rest of the night, alright?”

“Yeah, you too. Don’t overthink too much.” 

-

Getting into Cillian’s car felt like being in a safe space, it was warm and smelled so clean… you let yourself sink into the seat after putting on the seatbelt, all of that without saying a word to him. Something you liked about Cillian was the fact that he was so perceptive, when you didn’t feel like talking, he would give you space to let you vent at the right time, when you were ready. 

He had seen the makeup running down your face mixed with tears and it made him worry but he didn’t want to worsen your mood or make you feel even more uncomfortable. So he placed his hand on your thigh and gave you a little squeeze just to let you know that he was there for you. You didn't think you'd be able to look at him without crying again, so without taking your eyes away from the window, you caressed his hand as if you were saying I know.

The drive back to his house was quiet. The moment he opened the door you rushed to the bedroom and ripped your fancy dress off, as well as your heels and makeup. Cillian waited, leaning on the door frame, carefully watching every move you made. When you were changed into your pyjamas he wrapped you in his arms, pulling you up until your feet didn’t touch the floor anymore and carried you to bed. 

He placed you gently on the mattress before lying next to you. “Should I ask about the party?” he asked softly, his voice no louder than a whisper. You shook your head. “Okay, I won’t do it then.”

After some time you had calmed down enough, so you asked quietly. “Cillian, do you think I am a whore?” 

He grabbed your face and made you look at him, inspecting your wet eyes. He seemed annoyed, not at you but at whoever who had made you think such a thing of yourself.

“Of course not. Who called you that?”

You shook your head again, with silent tears rolling down your cheeks. Cillian wiped them before they reached the pillow. “Nobody, it doesn’t matter anyway. Can you just hold me?”

He did, cradling the back of your head with the palm of his hand as you buried your face in the crock of his neck. He left tiny soft kisses on your hair while humming softly until you fell into a pleasant dream. Cillian was your safe place, as long as you had him there, nothing could harm you.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Calvin Johnson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Jiaying (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Lincoln Campbell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shops, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Confident Flirt x Oblivious, Sunshine Person x Grumpy Person, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Holidays, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, First Kiss, Kissing Language: English Collections: Marvel Rare Pairs Secret Santa 2023 Published: 2023-12-18 Words: 5,321 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Could this day get any worse at the start?

“Welcome to Espresso Yourself. What can I get for you, handsome?” a smooth tenor voice pulled Stephen out of his phone just as he’d hit send on the message.

Blinking, he stared across the counter at a man who appeared to be in somewhere in his forties, if the few pristine white hairs tinseled through his goatee and dark brown hair had anything to say about it. Stephen tucked his phone into his pocket while he just stared, his first thought being that this guy – unless he was the manager – looked entirely out of place in a job meant for teens and early 20-somethings trying to save up for a car or groceries or a trip home for the holidays after their semesters were over for the winter holiday.

Written for @koffeebiscuits

[misteria247]

It's a quiet, bitter affair. Christmas, once a time of magic and wonder, now was nothing more than another brutal reminder. Another reminder that he was alone, another reminder that the ones he loved where no longer with him. A season meant for family and friends, was now nothing more than salt being rubbed into a wound that wouldn't heal no matter how long it'd been.

The Ronin didn't like Christmas. For very obvious reasons.

However this year he didn't really have a choice but to somewhat partake in the holiday. The lair, belonging to an alternate version of the Hamato clan, was decked out in lights, tinsel and other decorative items. Turtles, all of varying ages and time periods were in festive clothing or hats, whether they wanted to or not. Christmas music played in the background while the occupants of said lair was chatting with one another or doing something in the holiday season. The Ronin sat quietly in his corner, away from the festivities and cheerful atmosphere. Instead choosing to keep to himself as he usually did since he'd met his and his family's counterparts. The older turtle quietly watched all the younger turtles and their masters and friends, watching as the youngest turtles of each clan interacted with their loved ones.

He watched as each orange clad turtle clung to his family, each one of them with a bright smile or cheerfulness surrounding them. He watched as each group of turtles dotted on their respective orange clad baby brother. Whether it be through teasing or playful bickering or through small touches and head pats. The love between them tangible and suffocating.

'I've gotten you a gift my son, I spent a lot of time trying to find it. I hope you like it.'

The Ronin closed his eyes as he remembered his father's beaming face as he was handed a gift.

'Mikey, if you don't get me out of these Christmas lights you're gonna regret it!'

Visions of his big brother clad in red strung up in bright lights from their decoration escapeds.

'I managed to find a Christmas tree in the dump! I can fix it up and we can use it!'

Flashes of a brilliant purple clad brother, his immediate eldest one, showing up with a broken tree that they'd use every year once fixed.

'Wanna help me wrap some presents Mikey?'

Vivid images of a blue clad brother, the eldest of them all smiling at him with a twinkle in his eyes. Memories flickering in his head, like an old black and white movie. So distant and faraway and faint in some cases. Of Christmases shared and filled with warmth and laughter once upon a time.

The Ronin shook his head slightly, banishing the once beloved memories, now tainted with a bitter despair and grief. He forced himself to return to the present, where laughter and warmth were surrounding this strange lair, and where he felt like a bystander looking in on what was once his life. But now no longer was.

The Ronin didn't like Christmas. For many it was warmth and joy and happiness. For him it was empty and cold and lonely, it'd been this way for decades now. Never changing, even when surrounded by the holiday spirit, it never truly left him. But he wouldn't have to endure this feeling for much longer. The older ninjutsu turtle gripped his coat a bit closer to him, thinking about his mission.

Soon, if God allowed it.......he'll finally be free and back with the ones he loved.

[marvelrarepairbingo]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Calvin Johnson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Jiaying (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Lincoln Campbell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shops, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Confident Flirt x Oblivious, Sunshine Person x Grumpy Person, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Holidays, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, First Kiss, Kissing Language: English Collections: Marvel Rare Pairs Secret Santa 2023 Published: 2023-12-18 Words: 5,319 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

“Welcome to Espresso Yourself. What can I get for you, handsome?” a smooth tenor voice pulled Stephen out of his phone just as he’d hit send on the message.

Blinking, he stared across the counter at a man who appeared to be in somewhere in his forties, if the few pristine white hairs tinseled through his goatee and dark brown hair had anything to say about it. Stephen tucked his phone into his pocket while he just stared, his first thought being that this guy – unless he was the manager – looked entirely out of place in a job meant for teens and early 20-somethings trying to save up for a car or groceries or a trip home for the holidays after their semesters were over for the winter holiday.

Written for @koffeebiscuits

[eastofthemoon]

Last couple years, I've managed to write a muppet fic for the holidays. So, here's another one! Hope you all enjoy!

Spooky Christmas

Rating: G

Series: The Muppets

Characters: Kermit, Sam, Uncle Deadly, Miss Piggy and various others

Summary:It's time for the muppets to plan the annual Christmas show, however, Sam objects to the typical muppet style. Thankfully, Uncle Deadly has other suggestions.

Archive Of Our Own

Kermit hummed as he sat at the head table with his clipboard. He did a quick count of the chattering heads spread out around the table and it seemed everyone was here. He didn’t see the Swedish Chef, but he knew he was busy preparing snacks for break.

“Okay, settle down,” Kermit called out.

The chattering continued.

“I said settle down please.”

Talking still continued.

“I said-”

“EVERYONE, SHUT UP!” Piggy shouted as she sprang from her seat next to him.

Silence swiftly fell upon the room.

Kermit cleared his throat. “Uh, thank you, Piggy.”

“Welcome, Kermie,” she said with a smile as she sat back down.

“Now then,” Kermit started as he held up his clipboard. “It’s time to start planning our annual Christmas show. So, time for brainstorming. Any ideas?”

“How about we throw fish, but they’re covered in candy canes,” said Lew Zealand as he tossed a fish in the air and then it came flying back.

Sam huffed under his breath in his seat near the end of the table.

“Um, we’ll put a pin in that for now,” Kermit replied.

“How about a holiday rock concert,” said Doctor Teeth.

“That’s a good suggestion, but we did that last year,” Kermit replied.

“My ears are still ringing from that horrendous cacophony,” Sam muttered.

“I got a great idea for an act,” Gonzo cried. “I dance in a bucket of sugar plums, while twenty tinsel cannons go off.”

Sam’s grumblings grew louder. “Of all the ridiculous-”

“Um..we’ll also, put a pin in that one,” Kermit replied.

“I have a suggestion,” said Piggy. “I think this year we should do a play.”

“Oh?” asked Kermit. “What kind are you thinking of?”

“A classic, Pride and Prejudice .”

Kermit blinked. “Um, Piggy, that’s not really a holiday story.”

Piggy grinned as she batted her eyes. “It can be if we include mistletoe.”

Kermit felt sceptical, but he could hear everyone beginning to toss ideas around it. It honestly was the best suggestion so far.

Gonzo raised his hand. “Can I use my tinsel canons?!”

Kermit stared at him. “Tinsel canons? For Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice .” He gave a deep sigh. “Yes, you can use tinsel canons.”

“Woot!” “Well, okay,” Kermit said as he started to write on his clipboard. “If everyone is for it we can-”

“I OBJECT,” Sam said as he slammed his wing on the table. “This nonsense can go on no longer.”

Piggy glared. “What’s your problem?!”

Sam glared back as he leaned over the table. “My problem is that every year we put out some tomfoolery that we call a ‘Holiday Performance’. I say it’s time we do a Christmas show the traditional and American way with proper holiday symbols like Frosty, reindeer and Santa!”

The group began to groan and protest.

“But EVERYONE does those,” Fozzie replied

“Si,” Pepe snapped, “and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want a repeat of the snowman fiasco, okay?”

“No kidding,” Floyd called out. “Animal still get nightmares from it.”

Animal shivered. “So...cold.”

“If the floor is open,” Uncle Deadly said with his seat next to Piggy’s. “I may be able to provide some unique alternatives.”

Kermit frowned. “Oh, yeah? Like what?”

“It better not be more flying fish,” Sam muttered.

“Have you ever heard the Icelandic tale of the Yule Cat?” asked Uncle Deadly.

Kermit frowned puzzled. “I can’t say that I have?”

“I haven’t,” said Rizzo, “but anything that involves the word ‘cat’ instantly makes me suspicious.”

“The story goes,” Uncle Deadly continued, “on Christmas Eve the Yule Cat comes down from it’s home in the mountains to check to see if people are wearing new clothes.”

“Hmm,” Sam muttered, “not quite Santa, but I can appreciate a creature making sure people are properly suited for the occasion.”

Kermit continued to stare at Deadly. “And what happens if a person doesn't get new clothes?”

Uncle Deadly waved a hand. “Oh, it eats them.”

Sam choked. “What?”

“Ha! Called it,” Rizzo called.

Kermit felt a tug on his arm and glanced down at Robin.

“Uncle Kermit, am I going to have to start wearing pants?” he asked.

“I have a feeling the Yule Cat isn’t going to check on frogs,” he said quietly.

“That is horrible,” Sam bellowed.

Uncle Deadly gave a shrug. “Well, I have heard modern versions say the Yule Cat makes a mess of the house rather than consuming it’s inhabitants.”

“Hey, we could do stuff with that,” Rowlf said. “Make jokes about it clawing the curtains, it can’t deciding if it wants inside or out-”

“And,” Fozzie cut in as he raised a hand, “I got a lot of cat jokes that would be purrfect! Eh? Eh?”

“His jokes sure seem like something the cat dragged in!” Statler yelled while Waldorf laughed.

Kermit gave a nod. “Okay, we can use the Yule Cat-”

“Certainly, not,” Sam said sharply. “We can not endorse feline misdemeanor!”

Uncle Deadly drummed his fingers on the table in thought. “If that’s not your ‘cup of tea’, I suppose there are the Yule Lads.”

“And who are they?” Sam asked suspiciously.

“13 brothers who each come to visit home on the last 13 nights leading up to Christmas.” He folded his hands together as he leaned forward. “Children leave their shoes on windowsills and in return the lads will leave small gifts and a rotten potato in ones that have been naughty.”

Sam mulled this over. “That’s much more palatable. What are their names?”

“I don’t recall the exact order, but one of them is called Spoon-Licker.”

Sam froze as Kermit looked on curiously.

“What?” said Sam.

“Another is called Pot-Scraper, Door-Slammer, Sasuage-Swiper-”

“Those are horrible names!” Sam snapped.

“They are a bit of an odd choice,” Kermit replied.

Uncle Deadly raised a finger. “To be fair, they’re named after the pranks they pull in the houses they visit.”

Sam massaged his forehead. “Of all the stupid...”

“What kind of mother gives them those kinds of names?” Piggy asked.

“Well, considering their mother is the child eating ogress Grýla, who hunts for disobedient children to throw into her stew pot, I imagine appropriate names is not her top priority.” He paused and raised a hand. “I should mention she’s also the owner of the Yule Cat.”

“Interesting family,” Piggy replied, darkly.

Kermit tapped his chin. “Well, if we hold back on some of the child eating stuff-”

“No,” Sam growled.

“Then how about the Krampus?” Uncle Deadly suggested.

Sam sighed. “He’s not another member of the Lad family is he?”

Uncle Deadly placed a hand over his chest. “Certainly not, he is a companion of Santa Claus.”

“Oh, that’s better,” Sam said as he eased up. “He helps deliver the toys?”

Uncle Deadly waved a hand back and forth. “Yes and no. He does ride with Santa, but while Old Saint Nick hands out toys to good children, the Krampus whips the bad ones with branches and sticks.”

Sam buried his face into his wings. “Why am I not even surprised?”

“There are even some darker stories that say he throws them into his basket to take them back to his lair to eat them.”

Sam glared at him. “I’m rather concerned about how often cannibalism is coming up in these stories.”

“It’s not cannibalism though,” said Scooter. “I mean ‘cannibalism’ is when a person eats their own kind, and these creatures aren’t human so it’s just people eating.”

“Wait, hold it,” Bobo said as he sipped his coffee. “If we ate each other would that be cannibalism? I mean, we’re different creatures but we’re also all ‘the muppets’ so-”

“I’m going to stop you there before you go further down that rabbit hole,” Kermit said before turning back to Uncle Deadly. “Still, if we tone down some aspects we might be able to-”

“Why are you even considering this?!” Sam snapped. “Dangerous felines? Ruffians breaking into houses to lick spoons? What does any of that have to do with Christmas?!”

“Because there are people that do rather enjoy the spooky side to Christmas,” Kermit replied.

Sam blinked dazed. “Spooky side to Christmas? What are you talking about?!”

“Well, the holidays take place on the longest, coldest and darkest nights of the year,” Kermit said. “Isn’t it only natural that people find that a bit scary and make up stories to deal with it?”

“It’s true,” Bunsen chimed in. “The traditions of Yule are said to go back centuries.”

Beaker cleared his throat. “Meep, meep, meep! Meep, meep, meep. Meep. Meep, meep, meep. Meep, meep, meep? Meep!”

Everyone gave a unanimous applause.

“Well spoken,” said Uncle Deadly, “that was truly profound.”

“Indeed,” Bunsen said as he patted Beaker’s shoulder. “I do love it when you use your anthropology knowledge.”

“Nevertheless,” snapped Sam. “We are Americans and therefore we should do an American Christmas play. We should do A Christmas Carol .”

“Um, I do love A Christmas Carol ,” said Gonzo, “but we’ve done it a million times.”

“Yeah, we want something new,” said Rizzo.

“But it is American and has none of this dark Christmas stuff,” Sam stated firmly.

“A Christmas Carol?” Kermit said blankly. “The one written by a British author that is about three ghosts haunting a man to change his ways? That A Christmas Carol?”

“And let’s not forget how the Ghost Of Christmas Yet To Come is a grim symbol of our fear of mortality and grappling with death.”

Everyone turned to Fozzie stunned.

He shrugged. “What? Can’t a bear appreciate the classics?”

“Sure, he can,” said Waldorf.

“They’re as old as your jokes,” said Statler as both the old men laughed.

Sam gave a deep defeated sigh as he turned to Kermit. “Pride and Prejudice it is.”

“Great,” said Kermit. “Now how many cannons do we need?”

[starakex]

'nother fun year for the craft squad I thought I wouldn't have enough projects to complete a grid but I guess I was wrong! A good deal of it was just upgrades to existing costumes like Alternate Cesar's new face and Link's belts and boots, or repurposing parts of a costume for another version like with Ingo, some were thrift finds like Enki, I got to design a gijinka version for the first time with Bokoblin... One "real" fursuit at last with Wurmple, and made myself some clothes! I really appreciated the more relaxed pace and the focus on learning a few techniques on a simple costume instead of jumping into one massive project with too many parts at once. I particularly really loved wearing the Bokoblin out, it's just so damn comfortable. Shadow the Hedgehog didn't pan out too well but I'm still glad I got to add wefts and tinsels into a wig for the first time. Outside of crafting, I completed a collection of Drowzee/Hypno items, which is pretty dang neat if I do say so myself. Got into some casual hiking, took a lot of photos of neat skies and nighttime streets, hung out with cool friends, went out to markets and concerts and other fun events. My little crested gecko finally got comfortable enough with human interaction to step onto my hand by himself. Corny sure, but it finally feels like nature is healing after the complete shift the pandemic caused in life. Won't ever be the same, but it's a lot less stressful now. Next year is looking to be quite busy in the real life department, but hopefully I can get another couple small projects in again!

[pinkjacketorangetie]

hi, could you do a romantic x reader headcanon about spending christmas 🎄 with Daisuke jigen 😍 (Headcanons like: Decorating a Christmas Tree, Going to a Christmas Parade, Secretly getting gifts for each other, Making Christmas Cookies & Christmas Fudge candy, Sharing a kiss under the Mistletoe, Going to a Christmas light Festival, Watching both the Yule Log and A Christmas Story, Jigen surprising the reader with a romantic Christmas breakfast and also a Christmas Dinner)

hi anon! i would be so happy to write these! i will probably write multiple little segments for these and here is the first little batch :)

decorating a tree

jigen was asking you if he could put up a tree since the day after halloween. you held him off as long as you could (about a week) before he cooped you two up in the fiat and drove to a farm.

you insisted on helping him but the cold was already strong enough to nip at any uncovered skin this season. every few minutes, jigen’s worried eyes would take you in and he repeated that you could wait in the car if you needed.

you wanted to help, and after a few cold hours, you had a tree tied to the top of the fiat.

once it was up in your little apartment, you cuddled up on the couch as you watched jigen prepare all the decorations.

you didn’t know where they came from — if he just had acquired them or if he had them for years — but the feet of vintage tinsel and frosty glass ornaments amazed you.

jigen noticed and explained the origin and significance of each trinket to you, gently pulling you into his lap by the fire.

you two alternated between decorating and cuddly story time, probably taking a few more hours than expected to finish the tree, but none of you minded.

jigen could reach the top to put the star on easily, but instead of making it sit pretty, he passed it gently into your hands.

“this is your time to shine, doll”

he held your waist and lifted you straight up with ease, like how the cavalier would lift his sugar plum princess. you couldn’t help but giggle at you placed the star on top and gifted jigen with sweet kisses on the way back down.

christmas market

lupin was generous enough to give everyone the holiday off, meaning you had jigen all to yourself this holiday season.

jigen was obsessed with making this special, so instead of spending december in a typical location, like any hometown, he rented an apartment in Scandinavia to whisk you away to.

after a few days of exploring the town and experiencing about the environment you were in, you learned of a christmas market that was open every day before christmas

naturally, you and jigen bundled up and attended, trying to mix in with the locals as much as you could.

at the market, everyone was welcoming and warm — offering hugs and warm mugs of mulled wine everywhere you turned.

jigen always kept one hand firm on your hip or the small of your back, just to let everyone know what was his, as if it wasn’t obvious already.

his eyes were glazed over with all the love in his body whenever he saw you, snow sticking to your hair and eyelashes and christmas lights shining off your skin.

christmas parade

the year lupin and jigen spent christmas fishing in panama, jigen invited you to come along.

he was too timid to ask you out but asking you to come along on their vacation was no issue for him.

after sun bathing and watching the boys fish all day, lupin thought it would be fun to take in a local christmas parade.

pretty soon after you all arrived, however, lupin vanished. mysteriously and mischievously.

you wandered the streets with jigen, pretty aware of lupin’s little power play and not as worried about the gentleman thief. he left to go chase his own tail in hopes that jigen would get a little on his own.

that was a crude way to put it, but it was hard for lupin to be subtle.

as the sidewalks and roads filled with more hustle and bustle, jigen gingerly slipped his hand into yours, just to keep you close to him.

you looked up at him as you felt his fingers snake down your palm. his cheeks were red and he looked straight ahead, his lips pressed into a line.

with a little giggle, you stood up on your tip toes and kissed his cheek softly.

“thank you.”

jigen looked down at you, his expression lighter now, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “you’re welcome.”

it was like you were talking to a new man — confident, flirty and so unserious now that the ice was broken between you two.

he pulled you through the crowd to make it to the front row to watch the parade go by. lupin had swindled his way onto a float, and he cheered when he saw you and jigen hand in hand on the sidewalk.

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SWTOR-Tumblr Annual Holiday Party

SWTOR Holiday Party - Star Forge Server

Tuesday, December 27th -  4:00 PM ET / 3:00 PM CT  / 1:00 PM PT / 9:00 PM GMT

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Come on out this Tuesday for some cross-faction fun! For the fifth(!) year in a row, we’ll be throwing snowballs at each other on scenic, but chilly, Ilum, and forming dangerous conga lines with lightsabers and other weaponry that should not be swung around willy-nilly. Grab your snowballs/snowball cannons/tinsel bombs for a little holiday get-together!

Need to grab some snowballs? Head over to the Master of Ceremonies on your respective faction’s fleet and purchase the snowball item.

Come on out, we’d love to see you! 

And now, look under the cut for some really silly, 100% optional, but still fun ideas:

Ugly Life Day swtor Sweater Challenge

A lot of the lowbie chest pieces on the starter planets (like the Nerfherder tunic), also dye really well. Truly the potential in-game are practically endless.

White Bantha Gift Exchange

Find or bring some random in-game object to exchange with some unwitting bystander another partygoer! The more useless, unique, or hilarious the item, the better!

Use the in-game trade function to exchange the “gift” to someone live! Alternately you can mail it to your recipient of choice, the but it can sometimes take up to an hour for it to be delivered.

The only catch with this activity that I can tell is that you have to be on the same faction in order to trade with or mail another player. Because apparently rival factions must be at war, or something lame like that. Like the name of the game is Star Wars or something. 

Again, both of these are 100% optional (so is the snowball fight for that matter), you can just come and hang out with us if that’s all you want to do! The goal is for us to have fun and hang out with each other in-game as a community, so as long as you have fun, that’s all that matters! ♥