#and a happy whatever you celebrate too!

[possumscoolaceattorneyblog]

[weevmo]

Season's Greetings from two of the Stews! They can't really celebrate - but it's fun to exchange an occasional gift 🎁

[3v3rl4stingbr4in]

Everything I touch, they become yuri.

This is highly based off like the tall lesbian, smiling x shorter lesbian, being smug while getting their head into the taller one's tits lmao.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

So it was established in the last episode that Taylor still believes in Santa (tbh I wouldn't be surprised if it's come up prior to this ep too but anyways-) so... Do you think (saint) Nicky been has portalling in every year since the betrayal to sneak in a gift for his son amongst the pile? That Cassandra doesn't even notice because it's just one among the many many presents she herself has bought and wrapped? But every year without fail... Taylor gets one gift that simply says "from: Nick" and well, obviously that has to mean it's from Santa (a conclusion which Nicky expects him to come to, and why he can sign his name at all, though he misses when he could just write "dad"). And one year when he's still quite young, a sleepy little Taylor actually catches Nicky in the act, and Nicky wishes more than anything that he could just *stay*, but instead he only softly tells Taylor to go back to bed, and Taylor thinks that Santa is a lot younger and a bit sadder than he expected, but what's he gonna do- not listen to Santa Claus? So he smiles meekly at the man he does not know to be his father, and hurriedly heads back to his room.

Also yes of course Nicky eats the fucking cookies left out of course he's not gonna pass up on free cookies (which are home-baked to top it off) come on that's a given.

[tiny-tf-faces]

If you want your blog to get a visit from Santiny Claus sometime this December, drop your character wishlist in the comments or tags of this post! If you'd like your friend(s) to get a surprise visit, you can DM me instead

(You don't need to have a wishlist, in that case I'll just give you a random character)

Oh and considering there's almost 900 of you and this could get overwhelming really quickly, please keep the amount of friend visit requests limited to a maximum of 10

[mohabbaat]

this is so funny you and everyone is talking about 500 years of suffering like babar made masjid on temple that has no proof was there toh aise toh aadhe hindu temple medieval age aur stone age mein stupas ko tod ke bane hai. literally what was happening before the delhi sultanate came in to existence. the temple of kalapriya destroyed by indra III for example. temple desecration was a pretty common affair. if the supreme court of india was any good (or let's be real not dominated by upper caste hindu who perpetuate brahman hindutva) the decision would have been babri masjid not mandir. india as it was made in 1947 died today.

there is nothing I can say which will change you point of view so 🤷🏻‍♀️.

[yangjeongin]

☆ ─ TO THE MOON AND BACK :

happy birthday @sukichuu 🖤

[auroramoon-draws16]

Crossover Bar AU: Holiday edition

Desmond and the other Assassins are throwing a holiday party in the Bar!! Holiday because not everyone celebrates the same holiday or any holiday at all but could use some fun anyway.

The entire Bar is built like a speakeasy with a second floor, so there’s an open dance floor and a stage, ofc there’s space for a DJ, but for any singers/musicians the main stage is all theirs. They set up string lights, ornaments, table displays, and a big ass tree in the corner. For the sake of sensitive guests there’s a dark, quiet corner upstairs for them to not get overwhelmed or to take a break in.

People bring snacks and candy from their respective worlds, Desmond made non-alcoholic drinks and alcoholic drinks, the Spider Band is playing tonight, Wild (Botw/Totk Link) is cooking, somebody suggested secret Santa and things got out of hand, but it’s hilarious.

Whoever gave Altair that fake finger, I commend you.

Drinks in hand, party in full swing, ofc Desmond brought the bar to a snowy area to let everyone play in the snow if they wanted. Even the Reader and the Apprentice came, they brought Cards Against Humanity (Multifandom edition).

As a Christmas gift to all of you: you can add any holiday party scenario with any fandom characters, ugly sweater competitions, a drunk round of truth or dare, gingerbread house building challenges, anything and everything goes.

Have fun, and happy holidays (New Years addition coming soon)

[boltgunkiller-archive]

i find it damn near impossible to get mad at santana’s behavior in 3x06 and 3x07 because i genuinely do think she had the right to be lashing out at everybody. sue me idk

[diwns]

ik for a fact the moment i bought the ps5 that it'd be my dead sims era

[oculusxcaro]

Tag 10 people you want to know better

favourite colour: blue and orange! song stuck in your head: don't regret - tatu last song you listened to: destroy me - mr. kitty 3 favourite foods: tomato and cheese pasta, sweet chilli rice crackers, granny smith apples dream trip: greece (or cyprus) anything I want rn: shit, I don't know? a good night's sleep and a tall glass of fresh inspiration juice sounds really good right about now maybe? ♥

tagged by: @qu-tipie and @sheldoney (thank you both ♡) tagging: @arkhmlcst, @bdybag, @dcmonshcad, @draggeddowntothedark, @elisethetraveller, @goldenmedic, @pains-illusions, @paleobird, @sebastianshaw, @the-rorschach-mask (and anybody else who'd like to do this?)

[lazyfandombean]

Fun little sketch of the skelebros and Frisk that I made a few weeks ago and forgot about 😅 Happy holidays!! <3

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

Happy holidays everyone <33

[todayisafridaynight]

I hate linking videos for whatever reason but the submission box will only let me embed one so. Guess I'll Die. BUT ANYWAY. You can see what I'm talking about here and here (also hiiiii Nakai, Iura, and Terajima) but I think Jo should have Tsutsumi's nervous tics like rubbing his lip and blinking fast :) I think it would be cute :) moe even :) though he doesn't have much to be nervous about :) but I mean once in a blue moon y'know :) OK that's all bye

[first video]

[second video]

OH BUT WAAAAAIT WAVELENGTH i always did imagine jo having a nervous-blinking type of tendency i am AHEAD of you brother (╯▽╰ )(╯▽╰ )

[vipetriol]

It’s that time of the year again. . .

Sleeplessness is a long-standing habit of Jamil’s. 

As a child, many nights were spent in restless vigil. When the sky was at its darkest, long past midnight and just before the break of dawn, he would sneak out to the rooftop, away from prying eyes. As long the rest of the world lost itself to slumber, he was free to behave as he liked.

Just by gazing up, Jamil was met with a living remnant of the past: the very same view that once guided travellers in their journey across the desert and through their voyages over unknown seas. Sometimes, he would lie flat on his back, mapping every corner of the starry sky until sunrise. 

But, on occasion, he would run. He ran and kept running despite having no destination in mind. Shrouded by the veil of night, he would vault over gables, slide across canopies, and climb onto parapets until his legs gave out.

The moon looming above was the sole spectator of his nocturnal escapades. There was warmth to be found in its distant but ever-present glow. By basking in it, Jamil had made out, hidden amongst the infinite web of constellations, a sliver of hope.

When he reflects on those days now, he realises just how foolish it all was. He'd only foregone some much needed rest in exchange of delaying the inevitable. A diamond sky? Don’t make me laugh. Stars, in all their brilliance, could do nothing to help him.

Yet, the habit remains. Whenever he’s feeling restless, he takes off and flies over Scarabia’s desert landscape, cursing his lot until daybreak or until his magical reserves all but run dry. 

And the crescent moon —that dreadful moon—  like a grotesque, jagged grin, became not his confidant, but his adjudicator. 

Time marches forward, waiting for no one, and tomorrow would arrive whether he wanted it to or not. Morning come, any proof of his outburst would disappear without a trace. Another day would start anew; Jamil, always quick to adapt, would go about his daily tasks and his classmates none the wiser.

Or so it usually goes. 

Tonight, the pocket dimension of the dormitory feels too stifling. He leaves Scarabia at a quarter before midnight, broom in hand. Slithering past the hall of mirrors and to the nearest courtyard, he takes flight. 

Jamil surges through campus, flying by the colosseum and nearby woods, by the island’s cliffs and ridges, by the crashing waves on the beach, and back to the start. If he could, he would go as far as his broom would take him, to the ends of the world if need be, until the chains that bound him were well and truly torn. 

Reinventing himself anew somewhere no one would ever find him, shedding his current obligations like an old skin… 

Truth be told, he’s contemplated the idea many times. 

…If only.

Perching himself over one of the main building’s tallest turrets, he watches the waning moon reflected upon the ocean waves. 

As per usual, these moments of peace last only a handful of seconds before they’re interrupted; while he’s taking every detail of the scenery in, Jamil catches, against all odds, sight of a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns to examine his surroundings, but the figure has long since gone.  

A bird? A bat? A moth? No, no, that’s not it. He knows exactly what it was. Someone is watching him, even now.

But two can play that game, he believes.

Sliding down the turret and jumping onto a gable, he tosses his broom towards a nearby balcony. Then, after finding his footing over the slates, Jamil takes a deep breath; with all the strength his legs can muster, he races towards the edge, and jumps. 

With wind harsh against his cheeks and the frenzied beating of his heart, he plummets towards the ground at almost terminal speeds and—

At the last second, something sweeps under his feet, stopping his fall.  

—Just in time. 

« Took you long enough. » Despite his still-frantic heartbeat, Jamil says so without batting an eye. Beneath him, the familiar silken fabric of the magic carpet rustles in protest as if to scold him. « You didn’t think me stupid enough to jump without a backup plan, do you? You were spying on me there— who do you think I am? »

In the distance, a bell tolls at the stroke of midnight. On cue, the carpet speeds up of its own volition, soaring and twirling in an impromptu airborne dance. Perhaps brought upon by the thrill of this wholly senseless endeavour, Jamil does something he’d never allow anyone else to see, and earnestly laughs.

It is a bright, clear laugh, very much unlike himself. One day, surely, he’ll stand proudly on his own feet. Like his countrymen, he’ll venture forward into the sea’s horizon, and no one will be there to hold him back. He’ll be able to laugh like this whenever he pleases when that time comes.

After getting this far, the freedom he’s yearned for ever since he was a child is something he’ll seize with his own hands— even if it costs him his life.

But, having already endured all these years, that dream of his can stand to wait a little longer. 

Splaying his back over the carpet, he allows it to carry him wherever it wishes. 

« Happy birthday, » he tells himself, gazing up. 

And Jamil decides that, just for now, he wants to revel in the remaining starlight while he can. 

[whimsicaldaydreamss]

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