#blue and furry solidarity

[awbrainno]

I have just gotten home from my first-ever furry convention and I am celebrating by telling u all about my fursonas

1. Bee is a mini Australian shepherd dog, a very soft and fluffy lil dude. Bee's coat is that gorgeous grey "blue merle" color, with soft lavender highlights on top of their head and in their tail. Bee is very friendly and very sleepy and can often be found curled up in a little puppy pile, napping near friends.

2. Tovi is a snowberry clearwing moth who's very, very shy. She is constantly trying to hide behind her own wings, which doesn't really work due to the whole "clearwing" thing. Tamar is very often nonverbal and struggles to make friends, but loves to bake for the friends she does have.

3. Asher the pine marten is a fiery, loud, outspoken Jewish anarchist. It believes strongly in the power of direct action and solidarity and can most likely be found at protests, demonstrations, sit-ins, or - on Friday nights and Saturday mornings - the closest Conservative shul.

[andreablog2]

sorry but you are a liberal. the deskilling of a large group of people when the means of production is revolutionalized (AI image generators in this case) is a marxist problem. This has been happening to artists forever but esp since the alienation of artist-craftsworkers. Just say you don’t think dumb furry internet artists have a place in this discussion (I agree.) you seem full of ressentiment like many tbh. And it’s so cynical to give into market definitions of what art is and should be (same thing the furry artists are doing.) lastly Artists are WORKERS too like art teachers hello…

Not only is all this ai stuff is the biggest disinformation campaign…I’m talking about freelance artists who want to get paid to make whatever they want. That’s never been a viable job for anyone that’s not incredibly wealthy. There’s no solidarity amongst artists bc it’s a very subjective term. It’s not like art is your own option to make money….automation has been taking true blue collar jobs for decades. AI is not the problem it’s how it’s being used that’s the problem. Art teachers aren’t losing their jobs bc of ai either. This is the most insane conversation I’m sorry you’ve taken this all so personally to the extent that you needed to send me dozens of other anons telling me how bad of a person I am but I’m not a liberal simply bc I think it’s impractical and not very “class solidarity” of you …to demand you get a stable career in whatever industry you want simply bc you identify w that industry.

[pwlanier]

Yarn Bombing

Play, participation, protest, creativity, sharing and much more is the movement called Yarn Bombing now recognized as a form of Street Art expressed through the lining by hand, generally performed in knitting or crochet, of the most varied objects present in one public or private space. Those who adhere to this art are voices out of the chorus, artists, but also anonymous followers – mostly women – who throw bombs of colored yarns in the degraded and gray urban environment, with the aim of finding themselves and awakening the desire to joyfully create and create networks of solidarity. Yarn Bombing is related to the modalities of gender, race, social class and in some ways refers to the Pop Art movement, which aimed to blur the boundaries between “high” art and “low” culture, but also to the works of Christo and Jeanne -Claude, although much remains to be written about the movement.

The movement’s initiator, Magda Sayeg (Austin, Texas), says that in 2005 the thing she wanted most in the world was to have something warm, furry and human on the cold, gray door of her Houston boutique.Thus the alpha piece came to light: a small strip of pink and blue knitted sweater that Magda firmly applied to the door handle, without knowing that that action would change the course of her life

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Part 2 of my tma face hcs made via Potato Lord's picrew bc i dont wanna draw them. My ideas are ever changing and therefore not consistent, even the sasha one i made last time feels off now, i just cant really picture her idk.

First we have Melanie

(Lie shes actually a lesbian nvm about the background). She gives off cool girl dont talk to me vibes Denim jacket (no patches), and cool earrings. I think she has to have some sort of middle length hair or its just not right, its also dyed blue at the tips. I totally forgot she blinded herself, so the glasses have a double function.

Second off we got Gerogie

Shes bi and shes just a cool person. Her denim jacket does have patches but its not a full on battle jacket. Idk the mole just felt right. I do think she wears beanies too (as someone who wears one 24/7). He hair has a red to it as well wether dyed or like its just like that. She also wears a tiny bit of makeup, nothing all out, the natural look(tm) and like eye liner.

The canonically hot one Oliver

I like how its cannon hes just hot, good for him. I loke to think him and jane were friends and were like wlw mlm solidarity. Having long hair makes you hotter, i do make the rules, there also dyed white. He has sleeping problems i dont think ever really went away so he has some eye bags. Some crystal jewelry bc he worked at that metaphysical shop. Im also starting to think he could be bi too, being bi is cool

The furry (tm) Daisy

This is pre coffin, she has a blonde pony tail she never undoes. I didn't really have a sexuality hc for her so i made her bi. She has a couple scars from he job as a pig. She wears basic professional ish clothing bc shes a detective or something she wears like a compression work out top underneath.

The other furry (pig edition) Basira

I really never felt her, i kinda liked her when she was just hanging out reading in jons office but then she wasnt cool anymore- i dont go out of my way to think about her ig. Shes just wearing a hijab and detective clothes. Im sorry if yall like her, my brain comes up with nothing. I do think shes into daisy so she could be a lesbian.

[noisycowboyglitter]

Get Involved with Free Mom Hugs: Be a Part of the Love Revolution

"Free Mom Hugs" is a heartfelt movement that embodies love, acceptance, and support for the LGBTQ+ community. Originating from the desire of mothers to offer unconditional love to their children and others, this initiative has grown into a symbol of

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solidarity, especially during pride events and LGBTQ+ gatherings. Mothers proudly wearing "Free Mom Hugs" shirts create a welcoming atmosphere, inviting anyone in need of reassurance or a friendly embrace.

The message behind Free Mom Hugs is simple yet profound: love knows no boundaries, and everyone deserves to feel accepted for who they are. This movement not only provides comfort but also fosters open discussions about identity, sexuality, and the importance of family support.

By sharing hugs and positive affirmations, these moms make a tangible difference in the lives of many, reminding individuals that they are valued and cherished. The Free Mom Hugs initiative encourages community building, advocacy, and the celebration of diversity, reinforcing the idea that love is universal and should be celebrated in all its forms. Join the movement to spread joy, acceptance, and warmth, one hug at a time.

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The LGBT Cat is a charming symbol that combines love for pets with pride in the LGBTQ+ community. Often depicted with vibrant rainbow colors, these playful feline designs celebrate individuality and acceptance. Whether featured in art, apparel, or accessories, the LGBT Cat serves as a delightful representation of the joyful spirit of both cat lovers and LGBTQ+ advocates.

This motif emphasizes the importance of inclusivity and companionship, reminding us that love transcends all boundaries—whether between people or pets. Many use the LGBT Cat to express their identity or support for the community, making it a popular choice during pride events and celebrations.

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Embracing this whimsical symbol fosters a sense of belonging and encourages conversations about love, diversity, and the bonds we share with our furry friends. Celebrate your pride and passion for cats with this adorable and meaningful representation!

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empowerment, encouraging individuals to celebrate their authentic selves. Whether displayed on clothing, accessories, or at parades, the Gay Pride Rainbow stands as a powerful reminder of the ongoing fight for equality and recognition.

[xxchromies]

ppl arent giving you shit because you said feminist solidarity is unconditional its because you listed out types of women (excluding trans men and enbies who are not women kindly fuck off) that you view as antifeminist which was a littleee too revealing of your worldview 🫶 like explain urself 'women with blue hair and septum piercings'? 'women who are furries'?? 'mental illness fakers'???????????? what did they do 😭

All the internalized misogyny in the world won’t make them not be women, although I do sympathize with them. I was listing a variety of women who receive large amounts of hate from people IN GENERAL. Women with blue hair and septum piercings are often automatically hated because of their politics, they are often condemned for being outspoken. I do not agree with this. Female furries are often lumped in with those who draw beastiality porn. I do not agree with this. I will say, faking mental illness is objectively bad but people often do it because they are lacking attention and I sympathize with them.

[wealllovedogs]

Why do humans love dogs so much ?

Hey there, fellow dog enthusiasts! Ever pondered why we humans just can't resist those wagging tails and wet noses? Well, strap on your leash because we're diving deep into the heartwarming world of human-dog love! Picture this: you're feeling blue as a sad puppy left in the rain. Suddenly, your furry friend trots over, showering you with sloppy kisses and tail wags. Instant mood boost, right? Dogs have this magical ability to sniff out our emotions, offering unconditional love and support, no matter the ruff day we've had. Think about it like this: Dogs are the ultimate wingmen/women. They don't care if we're having a bad hair day or if we accidentally spill spaghetti on our shirt during a date. They're just thrilled to be by our side, soaking up every moment like it's a belly rub bonanza. But wait, there's more! Dogs are like furry therapists, minus the fancy degrees and leather couches. They're excellent listeners, never interrupting with unsolicited advice or judgmental barks. Whether we're ranting about work stress or gushing over our latest crush, they're there, nodding along with those big, soulful eyes, offering silent solidarity. Let's not forget the sheer joy that dogs bring into our lives. I mean, who can resist those zoomies around the backyard or the ecstatic welcome-home dances? They remind us to embrace the simple pleasures, like chasing squirrels or rolling in the grass, without a care in the world. And oh, the adventures! From leisurely strolls in the park to epic hikes in the great outdoors, dogs are the ultimate adventure buddies. They're up for anything, as long as it involves sniffing new scents and exploring uncharted territories. Plus, let's be real, dogs are downright adorable. From tiny teacup pups to gentle giants, there's a dog for every personality and preference. Who can resist those floppy ears, squishy faces, and those puppy-dog eyes that could melt even the iciest of hearts? In conclusion, humans love dogs because they're not just pets; they're family, friends, and furry confidants rolled into one. They teach us valuable lessons about loyalty, compassion, and living in the moment. So here's to our four-legged companions, who fill our lives with endless tail wags, slobbery kisses, and unconditional love. After all, who rescued who? Why do humans love dogs so much ? published first on https://www.wealllovedogs.com/

[astrangeavenue]

thinkin bout.... herding cats

ID: a digital drawing featuring solidarity (jimmy) from empires smp season 2, as well as a horse and several cats and creepers. they are set on a sparsely grassed and flowered mesa plateau, other parts of the mesa visible in the background against a light blue sky. jimmy, drawn in his mc sheriff skin, is riding on a dark brown horse with white spots, norman as well lying down on the horse in front of him. they are both watching several cats herd creepers, similarly to how herding dogs herd cattle. two of the cats are climbing up the hill behind them, two are running forwards, and two are standing in a wide, readied pose. the creepers, drawn as strange furry long-necked creatures with large eyes, thin cloven legs, and short tails, are hurrying away from the cats and out of frame of the drawing. end ID.

[sakurology]

A Good First Impression

Toji Fushiguro x Daddy Kink (f!reader)

WC: 2.8k

Contains: All porn, barely any plot, college au, established relationship, toji is still kind of a shitty dad, reader meets the parent... the fuckening ensues, megumi's dogs make an appearance but not in the furry way, use of daddy bc that is literally the prompt, reader is called "good girl", I guess cheating kinda, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!recieving), swallowing, dilfs

A/N: Cuck Megumi 2021 and in dilfs we trust (also this is not that late yay me) also blue text supremacy we are an iPhone family 💖

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Parent’s weekend. The three-day yearly event invented to convince your parents that the college tuition they were paying was worth every penny, and that you were getting a quality education. Your mom and dad couldn’t come out this year though, as they had promised they’d see your younger sibling this year at their university for the same event. Not that you minded the trade-off, you’d be too preoccupied doing keg stands and dancing the night away at the “orphan” parties. Those were the parties thrown by the students whose parents never came around. Your boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro was the king of these parties- that’s actually how you had met. This year’s party was going to be even better than the previous ones- or so you thought. When you woke up that morning, you were surprised to have other plans:

Megs: My dad is actually in town this year.

You: Wait… in the 4 years we’ve been in school he’s never showed???

Megs: Yeah, he has a work break or something.

You: I thought you….

You: Don't you…. hate him? Don't... we hate him?

The we being your show of solidarity to your boyfriend.

Megs: Believe me if I could have said no I would have. He just showed up at my place.

Megs: We’ll have to rain check on the parties.

Megs: Bars next wknd?

You sighed at your phone. Looks like there wasn’t going to be a party after all. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t close to his father, but it was still important to make a good first impression, or so you told yourself. After all, even if he was shitty, he could very well be your father in law one day…

You: Well how about we have dinner? I can cook?

Megs: Don’t bother- he’s not really worth the effort.

You: Babe, c’mon. I’ll make your favorite!

You: At least let’s make the best out of it….

You: And I’ll even make dessert…

You snapped a picture of your newest lingerie set, which was placed neatly on your bed. That would get him for sure.

Megs: When you put it that way I’m not gonna say no…

Megs: Wear that to dinner and I’ll play nice.

Checkmate.

You: Good boy. I’ll be over in a bit.

Megs: Fuck off. Love You.

You responded with a simple heart and headed off toward the store to get dinner prepped. Playing wifey for a few hours was sure to make you look good. What could possibly go wrong?

When you got there, Megumi didn’t answer the door, but instead- a much bigger, older Megumi-type. He looked just like your boyfriend- a glimpse into the future if Megumi were to really start hitting the gym. Clad in nothing but a towel, he poked his head out of the door, adjusting the fabrics that lay around his waist.

“Well you… must be Y/N.” He wasn’t shy about anything.

“Don’t just stand there, come on in,” he opened the door wider, allowing you to see even more of him. His biceps had to be the size of your head , and that was just a rough estimate. He looked a lot younger than you expected too, his face was hard but youthful.

“I didn’t expect it to go this way either,” he quipped, calling you out on your obvious embarrassment. Your gawking wasn’t helping either. He seemed alright about it all though- much the opposite of you. He let out a hearty laugh, extending one hand while keeping the other tightly clad around the small towel that covered his lower half.

“Toji Fushiguro.”

Setting down one armful of groceries at the doorstep, you shakily took it- careful to breathe your way through the encounter. Of course you were flustered by the awkward overtones of your first introduction, but the fact that your boyfriend’s father looked.. like that, only added more fuel to the fire. You couldn't help but think that maybe this was why they didn’t talk much, or why Megumi never really liked bringing him- or any of his family really, up.

“Yep.. That’s me... Nice to meet you,” the words spilled from your lips as short, shallow gasps. You could barely look him in the eye as you took your first steps into the threshold of your boyfriend’s place.

“Sorry about this,” he remarked, addressing the elephant in the room.

“Megumi said you weren't going to be here for a few hours.”

He bent down to help you with the groceries, only to fully realize exactly the position he was in- opting instead to let you handle the bags of food as you took your first steps inside. Megumi’s dogs immediately greeted you, familiar with your presence. They urged you to squat down and give them a few good scratches behind their ears. You found yourself looking up at him again, noticing how the water of his interrupted shower ran down his chest and abdomen. Your mind snapped back into itself- reminding you of just exactly who you were speaking to. Pulling yourself back up, you took a deep breath and tried to push the heat out of your face, the flustered sensation starting to pinprick its way down your body.

“I- um, I wanted to come early to help out with dinner,” you stammered, starting to put your keys on your assigned hook in his place. The dogs were still swarming, brushing up against your exposed legs. Toji raked a hand through his stringy, wet hair, allowing you a fuller glance at his incredibly toned physique. For what it was worth, you’d never tell he was a father just by looking at him, let alone a father with an adult son like your boyfriend. They would be much more fitting passing as brothers- clearly Fushiguro genes were strong.

“Kind of you- I know my kid can’t cook to save his life.” Now that you were both inside and out of view of the neighboring complexes, he helped relieve you by taking two bags from your arms.

“You’re definitely a good girl.”

The comment threw you off slightly. You weren't sure if he was being sincere or patronizing, but it made your body feel like jell-o. The water clinging to his body slowly dissipated, the air drying him off, yet still leaving his body glistening at every curvature of his muscles. As you passed him to head to the kitchen, he followed closely behind. Your boyfriend’s father had a presence- it was heavy, present, and authoritative- but it also carried an air of mystere similar to that of his son.

You awkwardly chuckled, muttering in acknowledgement of his comment, trying not to fixate on his word choices too much. When you reached the kitchen, he helped place all of your ingredients on the counter, for some reason sticking very closely to you, and making it apparent before you crossed over to the sink to wash your hands and begin prepping. It was then that he made his way back to the door, voice trailing off as he left you alone.

“I'm sure you know where everything is- I can leave you to it.” He seemed polite enough. But it was also such an awkward encounter that there couldn’t be much room for anything else.

And he was gone. When he came back downstairs, he was fully clothed, much to your relief. You could barely focus on cooking, almost nicking your fingers several times over due to the fact that you couldn’t shake the sight of your boyfriend’s really hot dad- shirtless and dripping with water. It wasn’t helping that even though he had a shirt on, the fitted fabric still showed off his muscle definition. ‘You’re definitely a good girl’, looped in your head like a broken record. Just how good were you if this was starting to turn you on? Really, of all people, of all times, your boyfriend’s father? You needed to get a grip.

“So, since you’ve seen me pretty much naked-  I guess I can skip the peasantries,” he called out from across the threshold, taking a seat in the living room. He wasn’t shy about anything- it was as if he had no shame at all. Maybe this was why he and Megumi hadn’t gotten along, he was definitely much more reserved than, whoever this was.

“Come have a seat,” he called from his space on the couch. As you peered over the kitchen island and out of the nook, you could see he created a small space for you next to him.

Sitting down, you made yourself as comfortable as possible, trying to make sure he wouldn't notice the heat on your cheeks or the way your voice cracked as you spoke.

“You’ve been dating my son for a while, haven’t you?”

“Um, about two years or so, yeah,” you replied, feeling a familiar sensation of butterflies begin to swell in your stomach.

“Well shit,” he sounded surprised. “I should have come around earlier than this.”

He leaned back into the couch, draping an arm around the back of it- and you- as he made himself more comfortable. His legs spread out, taking up most of the space on the cushions that were between you.

“So,” he continued. “Two years huh? You’re both happy, then, I take it.”

You fiddled with your fingers before nodding. It was small talk, but for some reason, it made the hairs on your neck stand up. You hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten to you, the tension in the air clouding your vision. The seconds of silence in the air were palpable, further silencing you by allowing a lump to form in your throat as he placed one hand on your thigh, slowly tracing a finger up to your dress’ hem.

“He makes you happy?” He asked again- a bit more insidiously this time, starting to tug at your clothing with his fingers and staring directly through you. His eyes were hungry- sinister even.

You were frozen. You wanted to move, to say something, say anything- but any resistance was futile. Fixing your mouth to say something instead you simply leaned forward, melting into his touch. He grazed your mouth with his, a feather light kiss that begged for more entry. Intoxicated by his presence, you could just barely trace the scar on his lip with your tongue, briefly remembering where you were and who you were with only for a second.

“I- what are you-” the moans you were exhaling became his green light.

“Shhh, you don’t have to pretend.” he hummed, slowly gathering your hair to push over your shoulder. The looming feeling of his frame behind you made your stomach flip. His breath was hot against your ear as he lowered his voice to a soft whisper that made your skin blister with goosebumps.

“I saw you. I knew from the moment I opened the door what you thought of me, y/n.”

His thick fingertips pushed their way underneath the strap of your dress, gently peeling the thin string from your shoulder and letting it fall down your arm. Your head lolled to the side, and then back against his chest, allowing Toji access to your unmarked neck. Slowly, you felt the sticky heat of his tongue run from your collarbone, to your ear, just barely pulling your earlobe through his teeth as he let out a  low growl.

“Let daddy take care of that.”

His free hand roamed down your body, pulling your dress down fully to pool at the bottom of the couch, fully exposing yourself and your pretty new set- the one that you had worn for Megumi.

“Well look at how fucking pretty this is…” his words lit your skin ablaze.

“All this for my son, no doubt. We’ll make sure it doesn’t go to waste, yeah?”

You whimpered. He looked just like him. It wasn’t him- but you couldn’t stop yourself from falling further down the trap Toji had set.

Flipping you onto all fours, he quickly lined himself up with your hole, a lewd chortle coming from his mouth as you felt his spit replace a lack of lubricant. He was careful enough to push your delicate lace panties to the side without ripping them, still remarking how beautiful the set was as he gripped at the fat of your ass. Rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, he combined the wetness of your slick and his spit, opening you right up as he started to fuck into you. The stretch burned as Toji pushed further into you, hissing as he gave you more time to adjust to the girth. Even without the extra prep, he felt much different than Megumi- in a good way. You couldn't see him, but you could feel every single inch of him pressing further into your stomach, just barely knocking at the door of the spot you needed him in most.

“Tight fucking fit,” he remarked, blowing air from his lips. This time, he pushed all the way into you, sending your body lurching forward and causing a stream of lust-laced profanities to fill the room. As you cried out, your head flew backwards. Toji took this as an invitation to keep you there, taking a fistful of your hair and snapping your neck into place. You were looking up at him, tears of blissed out pleasure welling in your eyes as he stared. He licked his lips, taking the pad of the thumb on his free hand to trace your mouth, pulling it open by your bottom lip. In one swift movement, the hand cupping your face pushed your cheeks together, involuntarily pushing open your jaw as you saw a string of saliva leaving his mouth to hit your tongue.

“Swallow,” he commanded, abruptly pushing your face back down into the couch cushion.

Doing as you were told, you raked your lips through your teeth, drinking it all down; back arched like that of a cat as you relished in each kiss of his cockhead at your sweet spot.

“How’s that feeling, pretty thing?” His voice was dripping in false comfort as he picked up the pace, drilling your body ever so skillfully. One hand reached around your midsection to begin rubbing soft, teasing circles at your clit. Coupled with the dizzying pace of his hips and the heightened fear of the love of your life possibly walking through the door at any moment, you were slowly slipping into a new sensation; it was a sordid, sickening fear based pleasure, one that built up so much more pressure inside of you.

“It feels- hmhh-” you could barely get the words out. It felt like a cacophony of awe, joy, terror, and the most deliciously sinful pleasure you could ever feel.

“It feels good, daddy- so good.”

“Look at you, so close and I’ve barely given you my all,” he sounded pleased.

“We can’t have Megumi finding out about this, now can we, hmm?”

You shook your head, eyes widening out of fear that he’d stop- especially when you were this close. It would be the worst possible scenario, next to you getting caught on the couch like this. But somehow, some way, not being able to cum by Toji Fushiguro’s doing was still slightly the worst outcome.

“So then we can’t leave a mess,” he grunted, speeding up yet again, causing your toes to curl.

You felt yourself bracing as you began to white out, tightly clenching around him.

That’s it, he urged. “So good cumming for me just… like… that…”

He staggered his words, pulling out of you as you came down. Not giving you a second to adjust, he took your hair again, pulling you to the ground right in between his legs.

“Show me how good you are, sweet thing.”

Without hesitation, your mouth opened wide, ready to savor the taste of him. He didn’t hold back, cum oozing from his cock in quick, thick spurts directly to the back of your throat. Upping the ante, you took hold of his length, jerking him off onto your tongue yourself. Giving you a pleased smile, Toji wiped the corners of your mouth with one of his thumbs, taking it upon himself to get a taste of his own medicine.

“Such a good girl,” he purred.

There was a quick beat for both of you before you could hear a car alarm click in the driveway. Immediately panic setting in, you looked at Toji, who looked at you, seemingly unphased. He pressed a finger to his lips, picking up your dress and throwing it into your arms all while pushing you to the guest bathroom down the hall. He closed the door behind you, rushing to greet his son and buy you a few seconds to get your shit together.

“Where’s Y/N? Her car is here?” You could hear your boyfriend stepping into his space, inching feet away from where you had just been absolutely torn in half by his own father.

“I’m in the bathroom, Megs! Be right there!”

That was all you could manage, still savoring the flavor of Toji’s cum on your tongue.

This was going to make for an interesting parent’s weekend, for sure.

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[Image Description: Three drawings of furries. The first one shows @benthicbloom and @27thlotte‘s fursonas, Cosmo and Riot respectively, floating on a salmon-teal gradient. They are both laughing with their eyes closed. Cosmo is a blue-furred possum with lime green skin, a lime-white underbelly, magenta points and stripes, and sharp teeth. He wears a red crop-top and green shorts with a drawstring. Riot is a fat orange rat with lime skin and a lime mullet haircut, along with a blue tail and blue insides of ears. Her ears have bright teal hearts in them, and she has prominent incisor teeth. It wears an unbuttoned pink flower print shirt, a yellow skirt, various pieces of kandi jewelry, and a chewelry necklace. The second image shows two alternate palettes of Cosmo, one that is the same as the first image, and one that is orange, green, blue, and yellow. The third image shows the same palettes except in the MS Paint color palette. End ID]

wlw mlm solidarity win

[blackbat05]

Shang-Chi/Shangqi

Night talks and dim sum

Day by day

You don’t like me when I’m angry [Part 1][Part 2]

You’re the best to me

I need a break

Jumping in head first

A rainbow cake and boba

One big family

Lone Wolf

Christmas Cheer

Warrior

Wrong Foot (with Frank Castle)

Unexpected Fate

Prank Wars

Sweet Payback

Sacrifice

Clean Success

Solidarity (with Jimmy Woo)

Adventures in Seoul

University Blues

Meeting with the avengers

Yearly affairs

Period Shenanigans

Dad Adventures

Dog Days

First meetings (with Jimmy Woo)

A furry affair

Booster Shots (with Rick Flag)

CNY Adventures

Day Out

Cry of the hyena

[bird-in-a-cage]

Solidarity

Steve breathed deeply, looking at himself in the mirror. It had been a long six months, already he didn't look the same. At least he didn't think he did. His face looked thinner, but that was probably because he wasn't eating that much anymore. He tried but nothing really stayed down that long, things had started to taste different. He gripped the towel around his shoulders, fluffy and pink. A housewarming gift from, someone. Mrs Henderson probably. It looked like something she would buy. It was one of the smaller ones from the set. They all had little daisies embroidered into the shorter edges.

Really, Steve's fingers craved a cigarette. Something real to hold that would make him feel better. Something to play and fiddle with. Something to take his mind off what was about to happen. Something that would burn and make his head swim for just a moment. But he’d given up after the diagnosis. Doctor’s advice.

It would all go better if you gave up smoking.

Steve didn’t even really smoke that much, at least he didn’t think so. A packet would last him a week, easily. Just a couple a day. Three if he’d had a stressful time at work. Four if he was drinking. Billy was much worse. That boy smoked like a chimney, especially since getting a place together where there were no rules about smoking indoors. He still tried to keep it by the window so their small apartment didn’t smell horrifically stale though.

Billy gave up when Steve did. A show of solidarity. Meant they were both crabby bitches for a good few weeks, but it had mellowed out in time. There were bigger things to worry about now than a lack of nicotine.

It had been two weeks between diagnosis and the first round of treatments. Steve’s mom had come home first, flew back from her family home in Italy and just cradled her boy like he was still a baby. That was the second time Steve had cried about it all, sobbed into gentle arms and a warm soul. The first time had been the night of the diagnosis, when it was written down in black and white. 

Lung cancer, thankfully caught early but would still require chemotherapy.  

He’d stayed silent all day, Billy not once leaving his side, not once letting go of his hand for more than a few minutes. Promising everything would be okay. He’d pick up another job, extra shifts, anything. Steve was going to be okay, Billy was going to make it all work somehow. He had gold jewellery to sell, blood in a pinch, bone marrow and a kidney if it really came down to that.

I’m a walking bank baby. Chock full of good shit.

Steve hadn’t really been paying attention. Everything just went by in a blur. And then it was dark outside. They were in bed even though neither could sleep and Steve couldn’t remember getting there. He was just staring at their ceiling light, not even turned on, didn’t even register he was crying until it was rolling off his body in great waves, crashing through the sheets. Dragging Billy down with him like a whirlpool, who’d cried too but tried to remain strong and supportive above all else. Bundled Steve up in strong arms and held the taller boy against his wide chest. He just remembers falling asleep, passing out from exhaustion and dehydration and to the sound of a heartbeat, Billy’s thick fingers in his hair. Soothing the worry away.

His father wanted a second opinion. Flew back from Brazil after another week, dragged Steve to the best doctor money could buy in the whole state. He’d spent the day being tested, poked and prodded and scanned multiple times, hours from home, Billy not allowed to come because the two men in Steve’s life didn’t get on in the slightest, only to be told the exact same thing.

Lung cancer. Caught early, but would still require chemotherapy.

Steve hadn’t really looked at his father much that day, wanted to be anywhere else in the world but another hospital, with the smell of disinfectant clawing at his skin and in his diseased lungs, but he glanced a look then at the man on his left, sitting so rigid in the chair provided it was like it was made of broken glass.

His father looked disappointed. About what Steve never asked. Didn’t want to find out. Couldn’t take what he was sure the answer was.

How dare you get sick.

Steve’s thumb worried a daisy. He’d felt a bald spot in the shower a few days ago. In reality, he’d tried to ignore a lot of what was happening. How he couldn’t keep food down all that much, how his back teeth just ached constantly, how all he wanted to do was sleep even on a good day. How much hair he’d wake up to on his pillow, quickly brushing it away before it could be seen. How Billy played with it less so he wouldn’t pull any out accidentally.

This was never said, but Steve wasn’t stupid.

So here he was, sat in front of the bathroom mirror, facing reality.

Billy walked in from the other room, holding the clippers they’d borrowed from Joyce who’d managed to borrow them from someone else. They locked eyes in the mirror. Blue meeting brown. Both exhausted. Steve’s parents were covering the cost of chemo, but Billy still had to pick up another job to keep their apartment once the effects of treatment hit Steve like a cannonball and he couldn’t work anymore.

The clippers were plugged in. Billy buzzed them a couple times to checked they worked. The sound cut through Steve like a knife.

“Last chance to back out,” Billy offered, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

Steve shook his head. Didn’t trust himself to speak. Didn’t want to crumble again. This had been his idea. This needed to happen. The sooner the better. Before he didn’t have a choice. He saw Billy sigh more than he heard it, before the clippers were turned back on and Billy started moving. Steve closed his eyes. Couldn’t look even if he wanted too. The sounds were more than enough. The high pitched metallic whine dulling as it ran along Steve’s scalp, forehead to the back of his neck in long strokes. He gripped the towel until his knuckles were white with it. Felt strands of hair fall around his hands and onto his lap, around his bare toes on the tiled floor.

Steve only looked when the clippers were off. The air far too silent after all that continuous noise. His head felt cold. A glance in the mirror confirmed everything. His hair was totally gone, buzzed away to nothing at all. It lay all over the place. All over him. Some had fallen in the sink. Years and years of work and careful maintenance gone in less than ten minutes.

Billy rubbed gently over his now bald head, down his neck to his shoulders and Steve swallowed thick, keeping emotion back. He knew it was stupid to be so caught up over his hair. It was falling out anyway, really it would only have been another month or two before this was getting done like it or not. But with his hair Steve didn’t look sick. He could still go to the store without attracting sympathetic looks. Now he would. No hair and drawn in tired eyes, face getting thin.

He looked like he had cancer.

“Well, least we know you don’t got a weird shaped head now,” Billy spoke, trying to break the tension. Steve just stared at himself, still trying to swallow down that bubble of tears that was threatening to burst. He was still gripping the towel tight, for all the good it had done. Billy hummed, looking around his handiwork in the mirror, eyes squinting together, trying to focus on something. 

“Think I missed a bit though…” he mused. 

Steve could only watch what happened next. 

Billy turned the clippers back on and dragged them through his own hair, a lump of golden curls landing at their feet. He just kept doing it, over and over again, blonde meeting brunette in a furry puddle, until Billy was as bald as Steve. He leant closer to the mirror and rubbed over his head, feeling for bits that might have been missed behind his ears.

“There, that’s better.”

Steve just stared. The bubble had burst and he was silently crying, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and into the towel and all the hair that tickled. Billy loved his hair as much as Steve had loved his own. The amount of products they had in the shower was a joke.

“You’re not in this alone,” Billy said softly with a little smile, looking directly into Steve’s waterlogged eyes through the mirror, before arms encased Steve’s shoulders, a small kiss placed on his head.

Steve had never been more in love than that exact moment.

[geekthefreakout]

Miracle

Dean never thought he’d get a dog. 

Hell, there had been a time after Hell when the sound of barking sent him into panic attacks. But now, here he was, with one sweet, shaggy pooch. Miracle.

Miracle was a good dog. Affectionate, playful, discerning in his tastes (he liked Dean’s memory foam mattress as well as his bacon). He had deep, soulful eyes and a steady presence. And, of course, he didn’t hunt. He stayed safely behind at the bunker for hunts, checked in on by Eileen, or Charlie when Eileen wasn’t available, while he and Sam went to take out whatever monster they’d tracked down that week. He greeted them enthusiastically when they returned. He stayed.

And the hunts were coming in less often-- Dean often wondered if that was Jack’s doing, or if hunts only seemed less prevalent in comparison to the insanity that had been their lives for the last decade or so. It made Dean edgy, even as Sam had begun to relax and spend more time canoodling with Eileen while pretending they were doing research. So Dean spent a lot of time with Miracle, who stayed faithfully at his side as he searched for hunts or worked on Baby or even turned on a show in the Dean Cave. 

Miracle was there when Dean lurched awake from a dream about his angel being engulfed in black ooze. He was there when Dean paced the length and width of the bunker, looking for either the ooze or for Cas or both. He was there when Dean drank until he couldn’t feel the desperate ache in his chest where Cas was supposed to be. Miracle was there to lick Dean’s face until he woke up when he passed out.

Sam tried to be there too, of course he did. Dean’s little brother didn’t have to be told the details of Cas’ death to know Dean was suffering his loss. He tried to be encouraging.

“I’m sure Jack is gonna get him out of it, Dean. He’ll come back. Cas always comes back to us- to you.” Sam squeezed his shoulder.

“You should pray to him.” Eileen signed before following Sam to bed.

Dean prayed, once. There was no answer. Miracle pressed his soft, wet nose into his hand, and Dean ran his fingers through the shaggy fur. Miracle stayed. Dean didn’t drink.

Miracle listened to the whispered mutterings about Cas, about how that stupid bastard had dared to tell Dean he loved him and then just left. How he had somehow, stupidly thought that Dean didn’t love him back. How Dean hadn’t said anything back, *how could he have not said anything back* and--

Sometimes Dean would start hyperventilating. Sometimes in bed, sometimes at the computer. Once halfway back to his room from the bathroom, he slid down to sit against the wall as he gasped sobs into his hands. Every time, Miracle would find him and press his warm, furry body against Dean’s side, his snout finding his way under Dean’s arms to press against his face. 

“Good boy.” He’d whisper hoarsely. “Good boy, Miracle.”

They fell into a routine. Miracle would bound onto Dean’s bed in the morning, demanding to be walked. Dean would get up. Sam would make breakfast, and always burn the toast. Eileen would make the coffee, because according to her only she could do it properly. Dean would drink water when he set some out for the dog, would eat when the others did. 

Miracle was not overly fond of the smell of alcohol. He licked one of Dean’s beer bottles once and had been whining and passing his paws over his nose for several minutes after. Dean tried to curb his drinking around the dog after that.

Sam and Eileen went on increasingly long runs that Dean was growing increasingly convinced were more for romance than for wellness. Dean went outside to walk Miracle four times a day when there were no hunts. Sometimes they jogged. Sometimes they sat on a hill near the bunker and looked at the sky and the grass, and Dean’s eyes would trace the path of a honey bee going from flower to flower and tell Miracle about that time Cas had shown up naked and covered in the insects. 

He doesn’t let himself hope that Cas will come home to him. But the first time Miracle digs up some weeds, Dean gently pulls him away and plants flowers in their place. Cas would like them, he knows. Before long, between Miracle’s (targeted) digging and Dean’s planting, there is a respectable garden going. Dean thinks about how Cas would harvest some of the vegetables for “sandwiches of solidarity” if (when) he came back, and he smiles.

Five months after Jack became God, the boy materializes in the bunker. Castiel is at his side, and they both have identical smiles.

“Sorry it took so long,” Jack says after Sam has hugged them both. “The Empty is, um... a difficult customer. But we worked something out.”

“Jack did wonderfully. Has been doing wonderfully.” Cas’ voice is full of pride for his son. Then his too-blue eyes find Dean’s. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean stares.

Miracle barks once, and nudges Dean’s hand with his nose. 

And then Dean is running the short distance up to Cas and throwing his arms around him, chanting his name like a prayer. 

“You came back.” He murmurs, his hands passing over Cas’s shoulders and cupping his face. “You came back to me.”

Cas covered Dean’s hands with his own. “I always do, Dean. As long as you want me.” His face grew serious. “Do you want--”

“I want you to stay.” Dean said immediately. “You better fucking stay, Cas, I swear to God--”

“I think I’d prefer people didn’t swear to me either.” Jack says thoughtfully, and then Dean is wrapping his arms around him too.

“This is your home.” He says firmly. “You can be God and have a home here too.”

Jack smiles again, and Miracle is dancing around this big, reunited family, his tail wagging like it would never stop, barking happily.

“This is Miracle.” Dean informs Cas, remembering with a pang that Cas had never met him.

“Yes, he is.” Cas agrees. Then he holds his hand out to Dean. “I understand that he helped you plant a garden. Will you show me?”

Dean takes Cas’ hand, and he does. 

[sweetfloatapartment]

yusuke p5 for the character thing :]

Sexuality Headcanon: gay!!! 100% a nblm

Gender Headcanon: none binery...maybe, like, a demiguy? definitely he/they. [yusuke voice] whos gender, never heard of her, anyways men hot

A ship I have with said character: i ship him with both akiren and ryuji! they are all in lov

A BROTP I have with said character: HIM AND FUTABA!!! they are autistic solidarity, even if they push eachothers buttons sometimes i can see them being very good pals. plus the pisces + aquarius dynamic is fun

A NOTP I have with said character: i personally dont like yusuke/ann, because while they definitely make good friends, their initial interactions make for....kind of an odd dynamic thay might linger? plus i think ann might still feel wierd about all that If He Was Into Her Romantically. also i personally can't see him with any girl character bc....Yusuke Is Gay

A random headcanon: like i said before...i heavily headcanon yusuke to be autistic :] I Have A Lot Of Evidence but even beyond that ig I can just see some of my own traits in him. also he uses art to stim. also I Assign Him As A Furry. And Also i think he would wear a little a makeup, as a treat,

General Opinion over said character: I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!! like, everything about him is really good and he is legit one of my favorites. plus his colourscheme is godtier...love red n blue together. also i feel somewhat represented by him, being the funky aquarius i am. also his story is really impactful and emotional and i JUST.... *clenches my fist* love yusuke.

[tigereyes45]

As the War Ends

Can be read on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24603022

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Kallus stands at attention as Mon Mothma talks. Her usually short stature made much larger by the war room’s projection holograph system. Zeb was with Hera watching her live. Leaving him alone with the rebels of Lothal. Many had accepted him but there were still a few who clearly felt uneasy around him still. Foolishly Kallus had thought the air of constant tension would disappear after the liberation of Lothal.

Mon Mothma cheers with the invisible crowd as the heroes who stopped the emperor and his right hand man, Darth Vader are gifted medals. Suddenly, collectively, as if they had all been holding their breaths, the room erupts in a joyous encore. All the rebels of Lothal who had just watched silently join in on the celebration. All their years of work paying off, not only for their planet but for the galaxy. The holograph goes out before they could see a medal be placed on the wookie. By that point Kallus was the only person still watching anyways. The room had turned into a whirlpool of bodies. Hands pat his back, as bodies shove past each other for the doors. Holding onto the table in front of him was all Kallus could do to not be swept away in the commotion.

With the room cleared after a few minutes of utter chaos, he could finally breathe. The temperature in the almost empty room plummets as it's many heat sources flee to find other ways and places to celebrate. They deserved it. Kallus pulls out a chair for himself. The Empire was defeated. The force he had spent so much of his life serving was gone. It would be difficult for the foot soldiers to recover from it's lost. The many people who had never really known a life before the empire would be lost for a time. Just as he had been when he left. Many of them would be arrested and charge as they should be. Only a few would get off easy. Even the ones that did wouldn't be as lucky as him. If he hadn't ended up on that moon with Zeb his life would be very different.The ringing of his comm terminal brings his wandering mind to a halt. Looking down at his wrist, a small holograph of Zeb's face hovers right above it. The lasat had a talent for reaching out at just the right moment. On the moon, catching many of his secret messages as fulcrum, his defection, and far more when they were on Yavin 4. At one point Kallus entertained the idea that Zeb was force-sensitive once. A connection that allowed him to just know when he needed to hear his voice. Of course he wasn't. If he had been Kanan would have been able to sense it. Which meant that it was luck, and perhaps a basis of understanding that results in his fortunate timing.

Kallus pushes past his hesitation and answers. When his figure appears Garazeb was looking at something behind him. Cheers and fireworks sound off from his side. They were muted comparatively to the shouts coming from down the hall. Undoubtedly they were louder around him. He hadn't even noticed that Kallus had answered yet. A brown furry hand clasps Zeb's shoulder. It shakes him gently. Casually it gestures towards Kallus before disappearing back out of view. Zeb's ears stand high as he looks surprisingly at him. He smiles back at the shocked man. He looks as if it had been Kallus who called him.

"Kallus!" Even the fur on his ears was standing up.

"Hello Zeb. How is the celebration?"

"It's goin' fine." Rubbing the back of his neck, Zeb looks down towards the ground. The static-y blue holograph fitz out for a moment. "How is the kid doing?"

Kallus smiles warmly. It wasn't often that Zeb was nervous. "He's fine. Fell asleep about an hour ago. I have my communicator tuned into his room so that I'll hear him the moment he wakes up." He makes a big show of looking around the room. "Actually the partying just started over here. The noise could wake him up any moment.  I should probably go."

"Wait!" Adorably Zeb reaches out as if he could stop him with his hand. Kallus tries not to laugh as he quickly retracts his arm. Zeb folds them back over his chest. He puts on a determined expression. Kallus leans back in his chair. The smug smile never leaving his face as he leans back. Zeb keeps his glare on something in the distance that he can't see.

"With the war ending and all I figured," He cuts himself off with a sigh. "Hera and Lothal won't need us around as much once the dust settles." Kallus nods in agreement. The next couple of months would be chaotic. Afterwards the two of them would be hard pressed to find work to keep them busy. There wouldn't be much need for an ex-imperial officer, and a lasat guard on Lothal.  If Hera and Sabine left then Zeb would probably go with them. Would he? There was still the search for Ezra, but it wasn't his place to invite himself.  He could wait. Waiting not hard, it's just the not knowing that's difficult.

"There's a place I want to take you." The words are blurted out in a rush. Kallus would have assumed Zeb was drunk with the way he was running his words together.  But he wasn't. Not only had he been speaking perfectly clear before, but Zeb had a bad habit of leaning back whenever he was drunk. A habit he picked up from trying to keep himself from falling over when drunk. All it managed was to assure he would just fall backwards instead, but Zeb was folding inwards. His hand was scratching the back of his neck, and his eyes had avoided him up until now. This wasn't a drunk Garazeb. This was a nervous one.

The lists of possible jobs he was complying in his head stops. A familiar heat rises in his face. He had resigned himself to waiting. Kanan had been kind once to take him in, but truly he didn't expect it twice. Even though he and Zeb had grown quite close.

"Where?" His voice was quiet. Far too quiet to really be heard over the cheers. Somehow Zeb manages despite that.

"It's a surprised. Someplace important." Zeb stops talking and leans a little closer to his comm device. Did he really expect a no? Well if their roles were reversed Kallus would ask expecting a no as well. When his answer doesn't come immediately Zeb adds, "Important to both of us." He start waving his hands around. "But you can't ask where it is, or look at the maps until after we get there. It has to be a surprised."

Kallus sighs deeply, pretending to be annoyed rather than moved. "Zeb if this is a plan to go back to that moon I'd rather not."

"It's not." He doesn't try making a joke. There's no quipping line in solidarity over their disdain for that place. In fact he was leaning even closer now. His face was stern and nervous. The two emotions constantly fighting in the way his cheeks were, or how his lips curled.

Kallus sits up straight. Slowly he brings the holograph closer to his face. "I'll pack my things."

"Really?" Zeb sounds incredulous. "You would just come?"

"Well if you lot were going to kill me you would have done it by now. Should we tell Hera that she'll need to find another set of babysitters?"

Zeb's face slowly shifts from the surprised expression he had been so fond of tonight to a genuine smile.  His body slowly starts to shake as he nods. "Yeah, yeah. Yeah! I'll tell her. She knew I was asking you anyways! Sabine could still help out, and we can come back. I'll have to tell her too." His excitement was contagious. Kallus channels his nerves into his legs. They quickly start to bounce erratically as he watches Zeb loudly cheer on the other side. A group joins in his cheering from his side. "I didn't expect you to just say yes!"

"Then don't make me regret this." He was joking but Zeb just kept nodding. He balls his fists up and smirks.

"You won't. See you soon. I'm gonna go get Hera now. We'll be right back!" With that the holograph cuts off.

"Didn't even give me a chance to reply."

Kallus leans back in his chair. Resting his feet up on the table his muscles start to relax. Tonight was a very good night indeed. He still wasn't going to go out and celebrate with the rest of the base. He had to get back to Jacen after all. Now there was packing to do too. His mind wanders as he leaves the control room. The halls were filled with small groupings of people here and there. All enjoying the hard-won victory. What place could possibly be important to both of them? There was the moon. Most of the ships they had been on together have been blown to bits. Not that he would have to pack if they were just visiting a ship. No it had to be a planet, but which? He dwells on the question for the rest of the way. His mind only returning to the moment as he opens his bedroom door to find a young Jacen sitting quietly on his bed. With a smile the child had been patiently waiting for his return. How he managed to not set off the motion detectors or noise monitors Kallus chucks up to the fact that he was probably at least partially force-sensitive like his father.

"Are you hungry Jacen?" The child eagerly nods.

Kallus steps off to the side and holds his arms out. "Let's go get some food then." Instead of running out the room past him, Jacen stops at his legs and holds his arms up. Kallus smiles and picks him up. "I have it on good authority that your momma's coming back tonight." He cheers throwing his arms up. Kallus readjusts him on his hip. He had already had dinner, but a snack as they wait should be fine.

[mountainmaster489]

Hi, @reve13​, I promised to tell you about the Russian holidays, I hope it comes in handy and will be fun😉:

1. The very first in the year and the most widely celebrated holiday is the Novyy god (New Year).

It's celebrated on the night of December 31 to January 1. New Year holidays (weekends) last from January 1 to January 8. New Year is a secular holiday loved by almost all the inhabitants of the country, regardless of nationality or religion.

According to tradition, a few days before the New Year it is customary to install and decorate the fir-tree, as well as the house. As a rule, when the New Year is celebrated, close people gather at the New Year's table, usually on the evening of December 31 of the outgoing year.

The coming of the new year and the actual beginning of the celebration is marked by the Kremlin Clock striking twelve, i.e. midnight Moscow Time preceded by the New Year Address by President of Russia and followed by the playing of the National Anthem of Russia.

The most popular dishes of the New Year's table in Russia are "Olivier" salad (Russian salad), "Selyodka pod Shuboi" salad (Herring under a fur coat), Kholodets (aspic), caviar, champagne, tangerines, etc. Popular hot dishes include a roasted pig, roasted meat chunks, goose with apples, chicken stuffed with buckwheat and mushrooms, sour cream hare, venison, lamb, whole fish, etc...

Gifts to Russian children and adults are brings by Ded Moroz (Grandfather Frost). This is a character of Slavic fairy-tale folklore. In its origins, he is a pagan personification of the forces of nature (winter and frost) and a wizard. Ded Moroz is depicted as an old man in a colored - blue, blue, red or white coat, with a long white beard and a staff in his hand, in felt boots. He rides three horses. Usually comes accompanied by his granddaughter, Snegurochka (Snow Maiden), who helps him. Snegurochka is also a fabulous folk character. At holidays, acts as an intermediary between children and Ded Moroz. Sometimes portrayed as a little girl, sometimes an adolescent. She wears long silver-blue robes and a furry cap or a snowflake-like crown. They can also be accompanied by forest animals.

We also have very popular fireworks. After midnight, it may resemble a small colorful war, hee hee.

2. Christmas in Russia (Russian Orthodox Church), commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ, is celebrated on 7 January in the Gregorian calendar. Christmas is considered a high holiday by the Russian Orthodox Church. On Christmas Eve, 6 January, there are several long services, including the Royal Hours and Vespers combined with the Divine Liturgy. The family will then return home for the traditional Christmas Eve "Holy Supper", which consists of 12 dishes, one to honour each of the Twelve Apostles. Devout families will then return to church for the "всенощная" All Night Vigil. Then again, on Christmas Morning, for the "заутренняя" Divine Liturgy of the Nativity. This holiday is important for religious Orthodox Christians.

3. St. Valentine's Day is a holiday of Catholic origin, which is celebrated on February 14 in many countries of the world. Named after one of two early Christian martyrs with the name Valentine.

Those who celebrate this holiday give their beloved and dear people gifts, flowers, sweets, toys, balloons and special cards (often in the shape of a heart) with verses, love confessions or wishes of love - Valentine. This holiday gained popularity in the 90s in Russia. It is not a public holiday or a day off, but rather widely celebrated by young people.

Сompetition for Valentine's Day is All-Russian Day of Family, Love and Faithfulness (The Day of Saint Peter and Saint Fevronia). This holiday is celebrated on July 8th. Its symbol is a white daisy. The history of the spouses of Peter and Fevronia is the embodiment of the unquenchable love and loyalty. This date are trying to popularize , because many Russians dislike the foreign Valentine's Day, which is called commercial.

4. Defender of the Fatherland Day (День защитника Отечества) is a holiday observed in Russia on 23 February.

Officially, as the name suggests, the holiday celebrates people who are serving or were serving the Russian Armed Forces (both men and women, both military and civilian personnel), but unofficially, nationally it has also come to include the celebration of men as a whole, and to act as a counterpart of International Women's Day on March 8. Because the majority of men in Russia undergo mandatory short military service.

The holiday is celebrated with parades and processions in honor of veterans, and women also give small gifts to men in their lives, especially husbands (or boyfriends, fiances), fathers, sons and brothers. As a part of the workplace culture, women often give small gifts to their male co-workers. State day off.

5. International Women's Day is celebrated on the 8th of March every year. It appeared as a day of women's solidarity in the struggle for equal rights and emancipation. State day off. The celebration of March 8 in Russia includes the established tradition of giving women flowers and other gifts.

6. Maslenitsa (Мaсленица) is an Eastern Slavic religious and folk holiday, which has retained a number of elements of Slavic mythology in its ritual, celebrated during the last week before Great Lent, that is, the eighth week before Eastern Orthodox Pascha. The date of Maslenitsa changes every year depending on the date of the celebration of Easter. The traditional attributes of the Maslenitsa celebration are the scarecrow of Maslenitsa (which burn), making visits, sleigh rides, dressing up, bonfires, snowball fights, the capture of the Snow Fortress, festivities. Russians people bake pancakes and tortillas. It is customary to eat them with various fillings and share with friends.

7. The Russian Orthodox Church celebrates Easter (Paskha/Пасха) according to the Orthodox calendar, and so it can occur in April or May. Russians celebrate Easter with decorated eggs, special foods, and customs. The day before Easter all churches hold night services and organize religious processions around churches. By that time, kulich, the traditional holiday baking symbolizing the body of Christ, had been already baked and Easter eggs painted. The morning starts from visiting neighbors and giving away Easter eggs. The common phrase you can hear on that day is: "Khristos voskres!" (Christ is risen!), which is to be followed by "Voistinu voskres" (Truly He is risen! This traditional greeting followed by hugging and triple kissing is called "kiss of peace". Christian Easter feast lasts seven days and is called the Holy Week or Sedmitsa.

8. Spring and Labor Day. 1st May Day in its present form arose in the middle of the 19th century in the labor movement, which put forward the introduction of an eight-hour working day as one of the main requirements. In today's Russia, the holiday has lost its original political character. Some political parties and labor unions may have demonstrations on this day, but most Russians use Spring and Labor Day for gardening or spending time with their families. It is also common for people to have picnics or barbecues. Men may give spring flowers, especially tulips and lilacs, to women, and parents may buy balloons and ice-cream to their children to celebrate the end of the cold season in Russia. 1 May is a public holiday.

9. Victory Day. May 9, Russia celebrates the victory over Nazi Germany, while remembering those who died in order to achieve it. On 9 May 1945 (by Moscow time) the German military surrendered to the Soviet Union and the Allies of World War II in Berlin. Victory Day is by far one of the biggest Russian holidays. It commemorates those who died in World War II and pays tribute to survivors and veterans. Flowers and wreaths are laid on wartime graves and special parties and concerts are organized for veterans. In the evening there is a firework display. A huge ground and air military parade, hosted by the President of the Russian Federation, is annually organized in Moscow on Red Square. Similar ground, air and marine parades are organized in several other Russian cities. It’s a public holiday.

10. Russia Day (День России/Den Rossii) National Day, celebrated on 12 June. On this day, in 1991, Russian parliament formally declared Russian sovereignty from the Soviet Union.

11. Unity Day (День народного единства/Denʹ narodnava yedinstva) is a national holiday in Russia held on November 4. It commemorates the popular uprising which expelled Polish–Lithuanian occupation forces from Moscow in November 1612, and more generally the end of the Time of Troubles. The day's name alludes to the idea that all classes of Russian society united to preserve Russian statehood when there was neither a tsar nor a patriarch to guide them.

Celebrations of these days are accompanied by: Flag hoisting, parades, fireworks, award ceremonies, singing patriotic songs and the national anthem, speeches by the President, entertainment and cultural programs.