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Candy Cane Lane Trailer

Chris is desperate to win the neighborhood Christmas decorating contest. He signs a contract with an elf for the best Christmas ever. The elf's spell brings to life the 12 Days of Christmas, wreaking havoc, and Chris and his family have to break the spell to save Christmas for everyone as well as save Chris' life.

Candy Cane Lane stars Eddie Murphy, Tracee Ellis Ross, Jillian Bell, Madison Thomas, Thaddeus J. Mixson, Ken Marino, Nick Offerman, Robin Thede, Chris Redd, Genneya Walton, Anjelah Johnson-Reyes, Lombardo Boyar, D.C. Young Fly, Danielle Pinnock, Timothy Simons, Riki Lindhome, and Stephen Tobolowsky. Reginald Hudlin directs the film.

Candy Cane Lane hits Prime on December 1, 2023.

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Candy Cane Lane (2023) Review

Chris Carver loves nothing more than Christmas and he is truly determined to win the neighbourhoods annual decorating contest. In order to ensure he wins he makes a pact with Pepper an Elf which brings the 12 days of Christmas to life! ⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Untitled

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MARSHMALLOW — JOHN MARINO

john marino x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which y/n and her boyfriend get up to no good at the Devils christmas party

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, alcohol, cussing, extreme domination, heavy degradation, oral (m receiving), p in v (unprotected), i think that’s all? (3.6k words)

notes: welcome to day 4 of the 12 days of kinkmas! this is quite possibly the most degrading smut i’ve written so far, so if you ignore the warnings and go ahead and read it anyways, don’t come crying to me if you didn’t like it <3

“oh c’mon Johnny!”

Jack’s grating voice floats over the rest of the noise that bounces throughout the captain’s apartment, his hands gripping John’s shoulders as he shakes the boy from behind.

“you don’t wanna take a body shot off your smokin’ girlfriend?”

John’s head whips around to look at his teammate, a scowl resting on his face, “don’t call my girlfriend smokin’.”

“is she not?” Jack laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at the older boy.

“of course she is,” John states, shrugging Jack’s hands off his shoulders, “but you don’t get to think so.”

i roll my eyes at my boyfriend’s possessive nature, slinking closer to his figure, which stands besides the empty kitchen island.

“alright, alright,” Jack caves, “but if you won’t take the shot, someone else will.”

i can practically see the gears turning in John’s head, his eyes flickering between me and Jack.

“no, they will not.” i chime in. my hands come to rest on the defenseman’s chest, slowly traveling up to his shoulders before locking behind his neck.

“nobody else’s lips or tongue are coming anywhere near my body, baby.” i assure him, pulling his head down until his lips are mere inches from mine. “if you don’t want to, that’s okay. but you’re the only one allowed to touch me.”

“damn right, i am.” John gruffs, his eyes darkening as he pulls away. he pats the empty counter. “hop up, beautiful.”

a sultry grin pulls at my lips, hastily following his orders and pulling myself up onto the counter.

the kitchen full of hockey players cheer, any wives and girlfriends whistling as i pull my tank top off, leaving me in only a dark red bralette.

John’s hand connects lightly with my collarbone, gingerly pushing me backwards until the heated skin of my back makes contact with the cold marble countertop.

a shiver rolls down my spine, one side of his lips quirking up into a smirk. he takes hold of the ziploc bag of crushed peppermint candy cane from the counter, sprinkling a small bit on my sternum between my breasts.

Jack hands me a mini marshmallow from the bag in his hands, whilst Dawson hands his friend a shot glass of luke-warm cocoa with peppermint vodka.

“THREE!” the crowded kitchen counts down and i stick my tongue out, placing the mini marshmallow near the tip of my tongue.

“TWO!” John readies, shaking out any nerves as he prepares to down the muddy brown liquid.

“ONE!” i blink up at my boyfriend.

“GO!”

John clinks the shot glass against the counter before throwing the cocoa back into his mouth in one big gulp. his head dips down, his wet tongue dragging up my cleavage, collecting the crushed candy cane.

a shaky breath passes my lips, resisting the urge to throw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of his tongue and hot breath against my skin.

his face pops into my view as his tongue presses against mine prior to capturing it between his lips, sucking the marshmallow off of my tongue.

my eyelids flutter closed, eyes rolling back in my head. he releases my tongue, hastily transforming the movement into a deep kiss, his lips locking with mine before he pulls away.

Jack and Dawson shout, shaking their friend around as he smiles goofily.

“fuck yeah, Johnny!”

John rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his friends off. he steps back over to the counter while i sit back up, my legs hanging over the edge of the counter.

his hands wrap around my hips, lifting me off the surface and placing my feet back on the ground. he swiftly grabs my discarded tank top off the counter, shoving it into his back pocket as i press my chest to his.

“Johnny.” i breathe out to grasp his attention. he looks back down at me, his sight ripping away from Jack to find me gazing up at him.

my eyes are dark, pupils blown and breathing heavy as i sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

“baby,” he drags out, voice dropping in warning.

“that was so hot.” i whisper, lust dripping from my words as my hips push against him, his semi-hard bulge pressing against my pelvis; letting me note that the experience was just as sexy for him as it was for me.

“we’re at Nico’s.” he reminds me quietly, his lips grazing my ear.

“he won’t notice.” i state, my head nodding over to where his captain stands, immersed in conversation with Timo.

John scans the kitchen, finding everyone minding their own business, talking amongst themselves and paying no attention to us.

“fuck.” he curses, his hand grasping my own. he yanks my arm, pulling me out of the kitchen, down the hall to Nico’s guest room.

he shoves me into the room, slamming the door behind him. he steps closer, fingers digging into my waist as he spins us around, my back harshly meeting the door. his lips crash against mine, my hands holding onto his shoulders, straining on my tiptoes in order for my lips to meet his.

his tongue swipes across the seam of my lips, one hand sliding down to squeeze my ass, pulling at one cheek and making me gasp. he takes the chance to shove his tongue past my lips, tangling with mine while he uses his grip on my ass to pull me closer, his quickly hardening erection brushing against my heat.

i can feel my dampening panties stick to my core, making me let out a whine at the feeling.

John rips away, red swollen lips brushing against mine. he walks backwards, pulling his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor.

i follow after him until he stops near the end of the bed, hooking my fingers into the front of his jeans.

“on your knees, sweetheart.” he demands, taking pleasure in the way i immediately drop down in front of him.

his eyes darken, biting his bottom lip as he stares down at me. his fingers drop down to the button of his jeans, slipping the metal through the hole and unzipping before he pulls them down, his boxer briefs falling down with them.

his cock springs free, nearly slapping against his abdomen, tip red and angry, precum beading at the slit.

my thighs clench together, my mouth salivating at the sight.

“look at you,” he tsk’s, shaking his head. “such a fucking whore, clenching your thighs together.”

his hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to look into his eyes and drawing a gasp from my lips.

“so horny, just from a fucking body shot.” he gruffs, “bet you’re fucking soaking. aren’t you?”

i mewl, nodding my head shortly.

“that’s what i thought.” he huffs in disapproval. “such a slut, i bet you would get worked up like this if anyone did that shot, wouldn’t you?”

he gives me no chance to answer before he speaks again.

“hmm? you’d get this worked up if fucking Nate did that shot, wouldn’t you?” he yanks at my hair again, my jaw falling open as my eyes roll back, shaking my head. “words, slut.”

“no.” i whimper, “no, no. just you. only you, Johnny.”

he hums in approval, his grip loosening in order to pet my fallen hair out of my face sweetly.

“yeah? prove it.” he croons, “suck my cock.”

my hand wraps around the base of his length, squeezing, and i begin to pump him slowly. my lips fall back open, my tongue lolling out as i lick up the underside of his cock, tracing the bulging vein that rests there.

when i get to his tip, he shoves my head down lightly, urging me to take him in.

“shit.” he curses as i slide him into my mouth, my warm tongue flattening on the underside of him as i relax my throat, bobbing my head. my hand stays wrapped around him, jerking what i can’t fit.

with each bob, his tip hits the back of my throat, coaxing a gag out of me amidst his moans.

the sound of christmas music and loud conversations still float through the crack under the locked door, covering our noise from the world outside of this room.

i peer up through my lashes, finding his chin tilted down, his eyes set on me. his jaw is slack, and i run my free hand over the ridges on his abs, feeling them tense under my fingertips.

a mix of saliva and precum drools from my lips, providing lubrication for his cock to slip farther with each head bob.

i pull off of him with a pop, my tongue darting out to lick his tip before my lips close around it, sucking gently while my tongue swirls.

his gasp is like music to my ears, his grasp on my hair tightening, pulling a moan from my throat. the vibrations travel up his cock, making it twitch, and he lets out a loud groan.

his hand slides around to cup my cheek, forcing me to look up at him again as my hair falls to frame my face.

“you think you can take it all, baby?” my lips leave his tip, my hand still jerking him, and i nod. his thumb traces my bottom lip as he speaks again. “yeah? you think you can be a good girl for me?”

i nod again and he takes my consent. his hand goes back to holding my hair up in a makeshift ponytail as he pushes my head further down, and i relax my throat, letting him thrust in until my nose touches his pubic bone.

i focus on breathing through my nose as he stills, basking in the feeling, but the moment quickly falls when i begin to gag. he uses his grip on my hair to pull me off of him, watching me as tears roll down my cheeks.

“again.” i whisper, my voice hoarse from the abuse of my throat.

“you sure?” his eyes are soft, but as i nod, they darken once more. he guides himself back into my mouth, making quick work of thrusting this time. rather than stilling, he begins to fuck my face.

moans pour from his lips, his head falling back in pleasure.

“you’re so good.” he hisses. “just a cock hungry little whore for me, aren’t you?”

i hum in agreement around his cock and his hips begin to stutter, his guiding of my head quickly stopping as he pulls me off of him for the last time.

i look up at him and his hands lock at the nape of my neck, tugging me up into a bruising kiss.

my body falls against his, my lips parting, and he slips his tongue in, tangling it with mine. my hands explore his body, smoothing along his bare chest and up to his shoulders.

“tell me what you want.” he speaks against my lips, his tongue flicking across them. “you want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?

“you want me to use you for my pleasure; fuck you dumb until all you can scream is my name.”

his words go straight to my core, only making me wetter. a whimper resonates from my throat, a smirk growing on his lips at the sound.

“i need you to say yes, baby.” he lays kisses up my throat, leaving wet marks in his wake, until he reaches my ear. his lips ghost my outer ear as he whispers. “i need to know you want it before i treat you like the dumb, drippy little cock whore that you are.”

a shaky breath passes my split lips, my jaw relaxed as he continues his attack against my neck.

“i want it.” i tremble at his touch; his hands trailing up my hot skin. “i want it so bad, John.”

he pulls away, leaving goosebumps littering my body at the loss of his touch.

“strip for me.”

John takes a seat on the bed, staring at me with watchful eyes, and i’m suddenly insecure under his gaze.

my hands shake as i pull my bralette over my head, my pebbled nipples hitting the cold air and causing chills to wrack my body.

his eyes lock on my breasts for a moment before dragging down my body, watching as i pull my skirt down my body, my panties being dragged down with it.

his hand reaches out to pull me toward him, between his spread legs, and my hands thread into the hair at the nape of his neck.

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to my stomach. he trails up my body, leaving wet kisses in his wake. his lips follow a path between my breasts, agonizingly slow until he reaches my neck.

he nips at my skin, sucking and dragging his tongue over the spot before he pulls away, blowing cool air against the spot and making me squirm in his grip.

he stands, twisting me in his arms before spinning us around so my knees hit the edge of the mattress. he gives me a shove, bending me over the bed, and i brace myself on my forearms, my ass brushing against his dick.

“you’re glistening for me.” he remarks.

i jolt as his fingers swipe through my slick folds, spreading my wetness around my cunt, and he chuckles lowly when i cry out as he thrusts a thick digit into me suddenly.

“Johnny.” i sob out, rolling my hips down against his hand.

“god, you’re so fucking needy.” he grunts, pulling his hand away and making me groan in want. “i’m gonna ruin you.”

his hand closes around the front of my throat, his other wrapping around the base of his cock, guiding it through my moisture. my back arches when his tip hits against my swollen clit, a broken whimper dropping from my lips when he shoves into me.

“shhh, be a good girl and take this dick.” his grip on my throat tightens, his other hand grasping my waist.

he uses his touch to anchor himself as he pounds into me, his tip hitting repeatedly against my g-spot.

he swiftly hooks an arm around my leg, bringing it up to kneel on the bed in order to open my pussy even further for him.

tears already prick my eyes but this new angle brings a high pitched moan from my lips, my face falling forward and hair dropping down. my arms feel weak, shaking underneath me.

“this pussy was made for me. made for me to use; to get myself off in.” John’s voice is tight and strained, his hips slapping against my ass as he speaks. “say it.”

“i-it-” i stutter, struggling to speak over the sounds of his cock thrusting into my wetness.

“i-i-i-” he mocks me. his hand from my throat drops down to roughly squeeze my breast, “have i fucked you dumb already?”

“it was made for you.” i squeak out, back arching again as he twists and pinches at my nipple, “my pussy is yours to use.”

he drops down, his sweaty chest pressing against my back, his lips pressing against the nape of my neck before he brings them to my ear.

“good girl.”

he stands back to his full height, hands on my waist, using his grip to push me forward and pull me back onto his dick, moving me with his thrusts; manhandling me like his own personal sex doll.

“touch yourself.” he orders, “rub your clit like the needy little whore that you are.”

my hand dips down between my legs, making my upper half press into the mattress, and my middle finger slowly begins to rub the puffy bundle of nerves.

John gives my ass a harsh smack, coaxing a scream to bubble up my throat, and he hastily leans forward, shoving his fingers in my mouth.

“unless your screaming my name, you shut your damn mouth. do you wanna get caught?” he hisses.

“i- no- i-” i babble around his fingers, and he shoves them slightly deeper against my tongue.

“jesus, i really have fucked you dumb.” he spits, “i said to shut your mouth, do you understand?”

i nod my head as best as i can with it pressed into the mattress.

“good.” his thrusts speed up, urging my finger on my clit to rub faster, and i can feel a familiar pit forming in my lower stomach.

repeated murmurs of his name frantically form in my mouth around his fingers, my eyes rolling back and my body twitching as i clench around him.

“don’t come.” he demands, and i whimper as i try and hold back. “i’m close. don’t you dare fucking come.”

the pressure builds, tears falling from my eyes and onto the bed sheets as i try and hold back my release.

he fucks into me rapidly, losing his rhythm as his hips stutter, his dick twitching inside of me.

“come.” his one word spurs me to finally let go, my toes curling against the carpeted floor and my breath hitching in my throat as i finally release on his cock.

his cum spurts out in ropes, covering my insides and making further squelches as he fucks me through our orgasms. his fingers dig into my waist, surely leaving bruises, and a grunt leaves his clenched jaw.

he thrusts a few more times before pulling out, the empty feeling making me whine.

his hands begin slowly caressing up and down my back in comforting lines.

“hey.” he coos, using his strength to lift my frail figure off the bed. my legs wobble as i stand and he spins me around to face him.

his eyes are soft, filled with love and the familiar sense of home that i’m used to.

“are you okay, baby?” his hand cups my cheek, his thumb dragging to wipe the drool from around my mouth. i hum, nodding my head softly. “did i hurt you?”

i shake my head and he shakes his in return.

“i need words, beautiful. reassurance.” his voice is gentle, and he presses a light kiss to my forehead.

“you didn’t hurt me, Johnny. i’m okay.” i assure him and a small smile plays at his lips.

“how are you feeling?”

“good,” i start before adding, “sticky.”

he laughs and a grin spreads across my face at the melodic sound.

“let’s clean you up, and then you can decide if you wanna go home or go back out to the party.”

he guides me to the en-suite bathroom, gathering a few cottonelle wipes from the pack on the back of the toilet, and i bend over the counter, wiping the mascara smudges from around my eyes as he cleans me up from behind.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispers, my still bare ass pressing against him as he leans forward to drop kisses along the tops of my shoulders. “i love you. you know that, right?”

i nod, peering back at him with puckered lips. he locks his lips with mine, twisting my body around mid-kiss in order to wrap his arms around my waist, locking them at the small of my back.

“i love you too, John.” i utter against his lips and he pulls away to give me a wide smile. i scrunch my nose at him, his head dropping back down to rub his nose against mine.

“let’s get dressed.” i nod, leading the way back to the bedroom, and we get redressed, John finally returning my tank top from earlier in the night.

“do you wanna go home?” he asks me once we’re fully clothed.

“no.” i shake my head, my hand resting on the wrist of his hand which cups my cheek. “let’s go back out and celebrate the holidays with our friends.”

“and then, when we finally do get home, we can take a bath.” i add, making him nod.

“whatever you want, love.”

his hand slips down to hold mine as he unlocks the bedroom door, opening it up and slipping back out into the still wild party.

“ayo! there you are!” Jack cheers as we find him in the living room, wrapping an arm around John’s shoulders. “was beginning to think you guys left with an irish goodbye to go home and fuck.”

John chuckles with Jack, shaking his head.

“nah, we’ve been around.” he assures his shorter teammate.

he slings his arm around my shoulders, my hand still holding his, and i peek over to look at Nico, who stands quietly next to Dawson, who speaks a mile a minute in his captains ear.

Nico finds my gaze, raising his eyebrows and smirking over the top of his beer bottle. my face flushes in embarrassment and fear that he knew what happened in his guest bedroom, but then his eyes dart to the side towards Dawson and i realize he’s giving me a ‘get a load of this guy’ look.

i giggle, burying myself further into John’s side, who gazes down at me mid-conversation and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“so, y/n,” Luke sidles up next to me, a spiked eggnog in his hand as he escapes the never ending flow of words that come from his older brothers mouth. “have fun?”

my head whips over to look at the young defenseman, a smirk resting on his lips. i tell myself that he’s just making conversation, asking if i’m having fun at the party, but then his eyes flicker between me and the hallway that houses the doors to the bedrooms and blood rushes to my cheeks.

fuck.

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For the celebration what about a smut—berry daiquiri with the prompts ⁴⁶⁾ “poor baby, all fucked out and i’ve barely even touched you.” and ⁶⁾ “i’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head.” for John Marino (and maybe Candy?) CONGRATULATIONS to the milestone. 🩷

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

6. “I’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head."

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“Johnny.”

“Be patient.” 

“I am.”

John paused, pulling back enough to give you a pointed look as you squirmed under his gaze. He tilted his head to the side, watching the way you grew flustered further under him until you let out a frustrated sigh, trying to pull him back down. 

It was embarrassing the way a whine left your lips at how quickly he pinned your wrists above your head with one of his hands. 

“You act like a brat and then expect everything is just going to be handed to you on a silver platter,” he mused, his other hand coming up to gently cup your face. His thumb danced over your lips, biting back his grin as you pouted up at him. “Hm? Got anything to say, sweetheart?” 

“I’ve been stressed,” you retorted, lifting your chin a little like that would give you any authority in the position you were currently in. “And this isn’t helping. I didn’t ask to be teased.” 

“And I didn’t ask for you to be a brat all day begging for me to bend you over every surface to fuck the attitude out of you,” John bit back, watching the way your lips parted in surprise. “You were so desperate for it.”

You flushed in response. “Johnny–” 

“Bet you would have let me as well, wouldn’t you, Candy Baby?” He mused as his thumb swiped over the apple of your cheek. “Bet you would have let me fuck you dumb and let everyone see how good I can make you, how I get you to behave.” 

You pressed your lips together.

“Got nothing to say now?” He taunted, his fingers trailing down your face and neck. “Too shy to admit I’m right?” 

“You’re not,” you snapped back because you couldn’t help yourself. Because it was just written in your DNA to be the brat he pretended not to love. 

“No?” He hummed, his lips twitching upwards in amusement. “So if I slipped my hand into those pink frilly panties of yours, I wouldn’t find you absolutely soaking f’me?”

You kept your mouth shut.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured before he leaned down, squeezing your wrists above your head as he kissed you, all messy and hungry and just as desperate. “Cannot wait to fuck those snarky little comments out of you.” 

“You can try,” you taunted because you knew he would. You knew he would leave you preening and moaning and begging for more even when you thought your body would explode with one more orgasm. 

“I’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head,” John promised, watching as your eyes fluttered a little at his words. “And you’re going to be a good girl and take it, right, baby?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded shamelessly.

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled as he leaned down to press one more peck against your lips. “Turn around, baby, wanna see that pretty little ass of yours too.”

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Writing Notes: On Colour

Describing Colour in your Poetry and Stories

BLACK Shadow Black, Dusk, Midnight, Blackbird, Blackberry, Ebony, Black Honey, Darkness, Jet Black, Ink Black, Soot, Onyx, Licorice, Ivory Black, Pitch, Char, Gloom, Outer Space, Creosote Black, Melanite, Goth Black, Gunpowder

BLUE Blueberry, Sapphire Blue Metallic, Tiffany Blue (Pantone 1837), Cobalt Blue, Denim, Aquamarine, Turquoise, Sky Blue, Topaz, Ultramarine Blue, Azure, Cerulean, Oxford Blue, Periwinkle, Electric Blue, Baby Boy Blue, Pthalo Blue, Robin's Egg Blue, Persian Blue, Marino Blue, Prussian Blue

GREEN Leafy Green, Olive, Moss Green, Jade, Lime, Sour Apple Green, Emerald Green, Mint, Kiwi Green, Phthalo Green, Praying Mantis Green, Viridian, Greenback, Shamrock, Sap Green, Chartreuse, Sea Green, Pistachio, Teal, Bamboo, Sea Salt, Celadon Green, Celery, Asparagus Green, Fern Green, Neon Green, Jungle Green, Pear Green

ORANGE Pumpkin, Burnt Orange, Carrot, Sunset Orange, Tangerine, Persimmon, Salamander, Tennessee Orange (Pantone 151), Jack-o'-lantern Orange, Florida Orange, Summer Squash, Pale Daffodil, Smashed Pumpkin, Saffron, Autumn Orange, Macaroni and Cheese, Cadmium Orange

PINK Pink Flamingo, Neon Pink, Bubblegum Pink, Salmon, Peach, Fuscia, Cotton Candy Pink, Rose, Carnation, Thulian, Apricot, Atomic Pink, Barbie Pink, Hot Pink, Amaranth, Flushed, Glitter Pink

PURPLE Lavender, Purple Haze, Grape, Eggplant Purple, Plum, Violet, Orchid, Psychedelic Purple, Amethyst, Lilac, Boysenberry, Mulberry, Wisteria, Bruised Plum, Indigo, Mauve

RED Blood Red, Copper, Maroon, Strawberry, Watermelon Red, Crimson, Candy Apple Red, Tomato, Brick Red, Scarlet, Cardinal Red, Cherry, Ruby Red, Coral, Sunburn, Hot Lava, Cadmium Red, Auburn, Blush, Alizarin Crimson, Fire Engine Red, Raspberry, Vermillion, Lipstick, Burgundy, Magenta, English Vermilion, Mahogany

WHITE Dirty White, Albino, Chalk, Alabaster, Cotton, Titanium White, Vanilla, Bone White Egg Shell, Marshmallow, Ivory, Pearl White, Almond, Champagne, Blond, Cream, Milky White, Corn Silk, Bleach, Navajo White, Ghost White, Light, Cloud White

YELLOW Canary Yellow, Lemon, Banana, Egg Yolk Yellow, Mellow Yellow, Chanterelle, Mustard Yellow, Corn, Goldenrod, Amber, Pineapple, Metallic Gold, Cadmium Yellow, Wheat, Tuscan Sun, Butter, School Bus Yellow, Yellow Ochre, Citron, Dandelion

BROWN Mud Brown, Beaver, Caramel, Rust, Macaroon, Toasty Brown, Coffee, Sandy Tan, Cocoa, Honey, Chocolate, Burnt Sienna, Mocha, Seashell, Antique Brass, Bronze, Brown Sugar, Chestnut Brown, Taupe, Burnt Umber, Khaki, Dark Sienna, Light Chocolate, Sepia

GRAY Stone Gray, Ash, Metallic Silver, Platinum, Smoke, Concrete Gray, Mercury, Steel Gray, Mist, Titanium, Charcoal, Slate, Sterling Silver, Tungsten, Old Coin Gray, Iron Gray, Chrome, Magnesium, Overcast

MIXED Candy Cane (red and white), Zebra (black and white), Chameleon (many different colours), Ladybug (black and red), Wildfire (yellow, orange and red), Tiger (orange, black and white), Yellow Jacket (black and yellow), Christmas Lights (red, white and green), Rainbow (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet), Black Pepper (black and gray), Leopard (spotted gold and black), Creamsicle (orange and white), Candy Corn (orange and white), Iceberg (a bluish gray), Marbled

COLOURS: Symbolisms, Associations & Psychological Effects

Black. Especially in Gothic literature from the West, a black colour choice often represents death, evil, grief, and depression. Associated with fear, the unknown and often has a negative connotation. Black clothes can make you look thinner. A black background severely diminishes the readability of most type. Often the go to colour for funerals and grieving. It symbolizes stability and power, which gives a sense of authority. Thus, the black colour often represents professionalism and expertise.

Blue. Has positive and negative connotations in colour psychology. Some writers may use blue to represent serenity and tranquility, instilling a scene with a calming effect. Blue can also signify sadness, melancholy, or isolation. People who find someone very loyal and faithful are often called "true blue". Blue is often considered to be more masculine which is why it is often the colour of choice when choosing a suit. Lighter blues are associated with tranquility, softness and healing. Darker blues are associated with power, knowledge and seriousness. Blue is actually shown to suppress appetites a bit. The colour blue symbolizes wisdom and hope. It’s the colour of peace and confidence. Blue has been shown to reduce blood pressure and pulse rate. It fosters serenity and a sense of belonging.

Green. The colour green often symbolizes rebirth, growth, peace, jealousy, and greed. Green colours may also represent spring and renewal. It is a colour that is very easy on the eyes. Dark green is often associated with ambition. Green suggests stability, safety and hope. At the same time, it may denote a lack of experience in a particular field. Green symbolizes peace, growth, and nature. It is the colour of success, promoting healing and tranquility.

Orange. The colour orange often represents energy, excitement, joy, and creativity. Since orange is the colour of fire, it may also symbolize heat. Since orange is not as aggressive as red, it can actually stimulate brain activity. It is very useful to catch someone's attention, which is why it's used a lot to advertise food and toys.

Pink. The colour pink symbolizes love, kindness, femininity, innocence, and playfulness. Certain shades of pink can limit aggression. Pink may be associated with unconditional love and caring.

Purple. Often associated with royalty, the colour purple symbolizes bravery, spirituality, and luxury. Light purple usually brings up romantic or nostalgic feelings; while a darker shade can make you feel gloomy or sad.

Red. The colour red symbolizes some of the most powerful human emotions, like passionate love or lust. On the other side of the spectrum, this warm colour is also the colour of blood, often symbolizing anger, danger, and violence. It stimulates the appetite. Red is an emotionally intense colour associated with energy, danger, anger, passion and determination. The symbolic meaning associated with the colour red is passion, excitement, and love. It’s the colour of urgency, power, and desire. Red is said to boost hunger and is believed to inspire confidence and excitement. This colour has also been found to increase blood pressure and heart rate.

White. This primary colour traditionally symbolizes innocence, peace, and cleanliness. In Western cultures, the colour white also represents purity and virginity, while it symbolizes mourning in some East Asian cultures. Usually has positive connotations when used and thought of as safe. Associated a lot with healing, simplicity and sterility, which is why it's used in hospitals and healing centers as much as it is. The symbolic meaning of the colour white is truth and sometimes even indifference. It encourages feelings of safety and cleanliness. Clean, white clothes and linens show sterility since stains are easily visible. That’s why doctors and nurses frequently wear white lab coats and scrubs.

Yellow. Writers may use the colour yellow to symbolize creativity, happiness, optimism, and warmth—think of a yellow ray of sunlight poking out from a dark cloud. A common negative connotation of the color yellow is cowardice, popularized by the phrase “yellow-bellied.” Warming effect which stimulates body and mind. Gold is associated with the highest of luxury. When bright yellow is used with black it's one of the easiest colour combinations to see from long distances; when uses with lighter colours it's not so easy to see. Yellow ribbons are worn as a symbol of hope and used quite often to welcome home loved ones. Yellow is the colour of warmth, kindness, and happiness. It’s often associated with optimism and well-being and promotes energy.

Brown. This warm, earthy brown colour may symbolize dependability, comfort, and a sense of being grounded. Brown is also a neutral colour, and writers may use it to represent dullness and predictability. Brown is a colour that is related to very grounded traits such as simplicity, practicality, common sense and hard work. Can also be associated with those that are frugal and not too flashy.

Gray. Lighter grays are often thought of as more feminine while darker grays more masculine. Gray is considered by many to be a neutral colour; the perfect balance between light and dark / good and evil. Pop up the lighter grays and add a little shine to it, and thought immediately turns to silver, which correlates to wealth.

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[teoandaurelioaregayashell]

TEO, Whispering to Niya and side-eyeing Aurelio: Hey, what's your favorite candy?

NIYA, going along with it but is extremely confused: Watermelon rock candy. You should know this- and why are we whispering and glaring at Aurelio?

TEO, still whispering: I want Aurelio to think we're talking shit about him.

NIYA, looking more aggressively at Aurelio: Oooo this is fun.

AURELIO, glancing back at the two of them: Do you know what their saying??

MARINO, who had 100% herd every word while walking over to Dezi: uhh not sure-

ATZI, being the gremlin she is: I think has to do with water guns.

AURELIO, scared:

[geekcavepodcast]

Candy Cane Lane Teaser Trailer

Chris wants to win his neighborhood's Christmas home decoration contest. Naturally, he makes a deal with a mischievous elf named Pepper to better his chances as winning. Pepper "casts a magic spell that brings the 12 Days of Christmas to life and wreaks havoc on the whole town. At the risk of ruining the holidays for his family, Chris, his wife Carol, and their three children must race against the clock to break Pepper’s spell, battle deviously magical characters and save Christmas for everyone." (Prime Video)

Candy Cane Lane stars Eddie Murphy, Jillian Bell, Tracee Ellis Ross, Genneya Walton, Thaddeus J. Mixson, Ken Marino, Nick Offerman, Robin Thede, Chris Redd, Madison Thomas, Anjelah Johnson-Reyes, Lombardo Boyar, D.C. Young Fly, Danielle Pinnock, Timothy Simons, Riki Lindhome, and Stephen Tobolowsky. Reginald Hudlin directs from a screenplay by Kelly Younger

Candy Cane Lane hits Prime Video on December 1, 2023.

[characterdelights]

Name: Salacia "Sally" Marino

"Fortune flows like water, so lets drink deep of her well tonight!"

About

A carefree woman that prefers to spend her youth going with the flow, a strategy that has led to wrinkle-free skin and a stress-free life. It helps that her finances are well-managed thanks to her status as a casino owner. Though, it's more than that! It's also her family's role as a well-established "community enforcer", leaving many to treat her name like gold in her city. Rightfully so! As she is the sole child of the "boss".

Due to her status and affluent lifestyle, she's grown to be a bit spoiled and a bit detached, much like a princess. Many find her a bit odd due to the latter reason as she will often do things spontaneously when she feels an urge. This has led to unfortunate misunderstandings from out-of-towners that visit her casino as she dresses much like the eye candy hired to populate the floor. Fortunately, it is not a mistake made twice once security handles everything.

She has a soft spot for dumb looking things, collecting things that can only be described as "so silly/ugly that it's cute".

Pokemon Verse

Salacia is the owner of La Societa Lumineón, a casino along the Freesia Beach beachfront in Floris. As her establishment's name implies, she's a trainer that's fond of Water-types, going so far as to even moonlight as an opponent in Freesia's very own gym. Though, it's more of a way to kill boredom than an actual job as she makes more than enough to live comfortably.

Her strategy in both battles and business is to strike fast and hard, taking everything before her opponents and cash cows can even realize what's happened. As such, it's not unusual to soaked to the bone after a battle with her and her rain team.

Team: Pelipper / Ludicolo / Carracosta / Sharpedo / Primarina / Dracovish

Ace: Dracovish

[lfghughes]

I'm a little late, but what about John Marino and reader that is rushing to "save the semester". Because that's what I'm trying to do right now and it's not going very well 😫

a/n: funny enough i'm out here writing this instead of doing my assignment that is due at 9 so listen we are on the same boat because my brain can't focus on serious work rn

It was easy for you to get wrapped up in things but balancing school, work, and life in general was not as easy as you thought it would be. It’s not that you were making excuses because you should have prioritized school and the work you have for school but you were also really bad at turning down certain things you wanted to. Hockey season was long and chaotic but with your boyfriend making playoffs it only got more chaotic once the regular season ended.

So yes you lost track of some assignments and your prioritizing got a little wonky. But now you needed to get serious because when you saw how behind you were on things you knew you were going to be in big trouble at the end of the semester. Luckily, John was more than helpful with everything. Once he knew the seriousness of having to save your semester he committed to helping you and came up with a plan.

There were a lot of late nights where you both studied in your bedroom. Textbooks spread all over the bed, your laptop open between you so you could double check things. “I don’t think I can do this. I think I really messed up.” You groaned as your head flopped down against your pillow. “No, none of that. We can do this, you specifically can do this. We are going to study for you exams and you are going to crush it and we’re going to turn in the assignments you can still turn in because late points are at least some points.”

How did you end up with such a responsible boyfriend? You had no clue. He got up from the bed and you raised an eyebrow at him because where was he going? “I’ll be right back, give me thirty minutes but keep reading and working.” He exited the room and you only were more confused when you heard the front door click shut too.

He was spot on with the thirty minutes though because soon enough you heard the front door click again and a few seconds later he showed up in your room with two bags full of stuff. “I think I have enough chips, candy, and caffeine to keep us up all night studying and doing these assignments.” You were definitely lucky, there was no doubt about that. “You are a hero.” You told him as he tossed you some of your favorite snacks.

He settled back into the bed and got a hold of your computer, looking through some of the things you had to do. “Okay if my math is right. If we stay up all night we can get everything done and then tomorrow we’ll spend the day studying.” You nodded your head as you tossed him one of the drinks he had bought. “We’re in for a long night.” You told him and he held his drink out to yours, hitting it slightly. “Cheers to that.”

[iceflwers]

𝓴𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲 “𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲” 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Kelani Maile Halia.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Lani (most commonly used), Keke, ipo, kaikamahine, Slugger, Halia, baby (by Luke only), Fiesty (by Luke only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: January 3rd, 2003 (Capricorn).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Lansing, Michigan, United States.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Hawaiian, Spanish (not fluently), American Sign Language (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, bisexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female (she/her pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Right winger for PWHL Minnesota.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Auli’i Cravalho.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor (brave, chivalrous, daring).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ENTJ - The Commander (energetic, confident, stubborn).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Three - The Achiever (charming, self-assured, authentic).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Quality time for receiving, words of affirmation for giving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Hockey, speed skating, singing, calligraphy, sketching, switching quickly between languages, makeup, distance running.

— ❥ LIKES: Winning, going on runs, true crime podcasts, skating early in the morning when no one else is around, blasting music and dancing around her room, parties, cute dogs, hanging out with her friends and Luke, warm weather, oversized shirts.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Assholes, sudden changes, the people she loves getting hurt, wearing leather, being forced to dance at parties, tight hairstyles, coffee with a lot of sugar in it, backstabbing people.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Failure, snakes, being held down, wasps, never achieving her dreams, tight spaces.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Alana Halia (mother), Akoni Halia (father), Kai Halia (older brother).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Trevor Zegras, Brooke Bryant, Maggie Flaherty, Taylor Heise, Grace Zumwinkle, Liz Schepers.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the PWHL Minnesota roster, Jack Hughes, Quinn Hughes, Nico Hischier, Jasper Bratt, John Marino.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Mallory Keller (first crush), Zach Song (first boyfriend), Holly Collins (brief fling), Aimee Pryor (ex-girlfriend), Luke Hughes (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ Lani was born at almost exactly midnight, and as such her parents like to make jokes about her being a superstar and “their little star”.

— ❥ In addition to all of her hockey training throughout the years, Lani also has a little bit of training in figure skating, which allows to be quicker and more graceful on the ice than opponents and teammates without it. She’s tried to teach Luke some techniques more than once, but he has yet to master any of it.

— ❥ Lani is a big fan of older movie musicals, a love stemming from her mother and all the ones she watched with her as a child. One of her favorites is the old version of Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella, with Julie Andrews, and she loves to sing the song “Impossible” and dance around her room to cheer herself up.

— ❥ Her first pet was a little black corgi named Princess that the Halia family had had since before she was born. She died when Lani was nine, but ever since then she always wears a silver charm bracelet with a paw print charm to remember her.

— ❥ Lani is a big fan of anything grape-flavored - grape soda, grape candies, grape juice - but she doesn’t like the actual fruits themselves; she finds them too sour.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

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[babydollmarauders]

FAITHLYNN’S 12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

December 14th - December 25th

day 1 -> Tinsel Ties - Nico Hischier

day 2 -> Candy Cane Kisses - Trevor Zegras

day 3 -> Oh Christmas Tree - Jamie Drysdale

day 4 -> Marshmallow - John Marino

day 5 -> Christmas Cookies - Dawson Mercer

day 6 -> Silent Night - Matthew Tkachuk

day 7 -> In The Lights - Jack Hughes

day 8 -> Wrapped Up in a Bow - Quinn Hughes

day 9 -> In a Box - Jamie Drysdale/Trevor Zegras

day 10 -> Christmas Miracle - Cole Caufield

day 11 -> One Present - Alex Turcotte

day 12 -> Sweetest Gift - Luke Hughes

[theemporium]

oneshots

nico hischier

☞say yes to heaven, say yes to me || part two

john marino

☞john fucking the attitude out of candy (smut blurb)

jack hughes

☞n/a

luke hughes

☞star getting jealous (blurb)

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blurbs

n/a

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[ofwindydays]

Introducing WInnie

basics:

full name: Wiwi Manwar Filang-Rossi

nicknames:  Wi, Winnie, Winfred

gender: Nonbinary

pronouns:  she/her, they/them

sexuality: pansexual

aesthetics:  cameras, rose tinted glasses, straw hats

age:  thirty one

zodiac sign:  scorpio

occupation: foresenic scientist speciality in fraud analysis , occasional backup as needed

species:  human as far as she knows

main verse:  slice of life? horror? supernatural? etc etc

appearance:

faceclaim:  putri marino

height: 5'11

build: mesomorphic

eyes:  grey

hair: short usually permed

piercings:  navel + lobe

tattoos: this one

other distinguishing features:  answer

style:  laid back + professional

personality:

traits:  calm, level-headed, aloof, tempermental

labels / tropes:  aloof ally,

likes:  leather, cotton candy, a good deal

dislikes : her coworkers, wasting time, sour patch kids

When Dara Ikari  wanted a kid so badly, she would do anything, the desperate woman didn’t realize she was getting more than she bargained for. The suitor at her door was almost too good to be true. It was what she  wanted:a sharp faced, tall, handsome stranger. What Dara didn’t know was that the suitor held a secret He didn’t expect her to get pregnant and warned her of the consequences of keeping the child. Dara was defiant insisting she kept the baby. There was a stern warning from the other telling her she would regret that mistake. he nurses started questioning Dara about where her husband is and remarks about being foolish to hook up with a stranger. They chided how Wiwi had eyes grayer than a stormy sky. But if Dara was going to have a hard time, Wiwi was as well. 

Despite trying to be a young kid in Jakarta, she could always hear the whispers. Their actions  were fake, their thoughts were real. This made Wiwi learn at a young age not to get too close to anyone. That's why she opted to apply for International School despite her mother’s pleas against it. Wiwi would rather face sharks than wolves in sheeps clothing.

The day of her graduation, she and his mother were trying to take pictures. A group of students came up and tried to taunt her mother, pretending to be concerned for her well being and how her daughter was no good. That was the last straw. The last thing she remembered was pushing someone against a wall.

The huge fight erupted at the Filang household, the now nineteen year old could face prison time or worse. Wiwi pleaded with hermother to tell him something, anything, about his father. She was tired of not knowing. The only  remark her mother could make was that Wiwi wanted to know so badly, why doesn’t he look for his father. That’s what Wiwi did, he gathered his belongings and never went back. She was going to find her father. 

Wiwi decided to go into the heart of Southeast Asia and then move upwards. Wiwi wanted to have the slight belief that his dad was out there. Before Wiwi could she would have to get some fake identification. Enter Kaz Rossi, a drifter who Wiwi got close with. Kaz was the one who taught him everything she needed to know to survive. Survival felt more important than since wind and parental abandonment. For ten years he was able to live with him in Singapore and something special bonded them. Maybe Wiwi’s heart forgot about the mission as Kaz was her companion, even in marriage. Until one fateful night. 

 The events happened so quickly. The man claimed to know so much about him, saying him even Wiwi didn’t tell Kaz.  Even Wiwi, who has done many questionable things in his life, knew this guy was not good. She was about to hit the stranger with a metal piperonly for Kaz to change to a werewolf in front of her. There was so much confusion, but at that moment, she was focusing on getting that creep away from him.

After the fight Kaz, told her more about the supernatural and how he had a feeling Wiwi might be a special human. But Kaz also relented he could be wrong and to ask her father. It was surreal to hear. Go to New Orleans and you will learn everything. And this was the end of their relationship.

Wiwi headed to New Orleans, her eyes tearing up leaving her first love. But New Orleans was her only lead for closure. Who or what was her father meant a lot to her

In the meantime she works in forescnics hoping for some answers. Even if they make her want to rip her hair our

Other stuff

Wiwi knows Balinese,English, and Chinese

Wiwi alignment is pretty chaotic neutral, she’s still wrapping her head around allwitch stuff. 

Wiwi is basically a hardass but there's a heart there. 

[bitchinbarzal]

When I was like 11 & 12 me, my older sister and mom all synced up on our periods and my older and younger brother would buy like a bucket of candy, leave it on the kitchen table and leave and stay at friends houses or a hotel until the week was over.

What I’m trying to say is that Jack and Oakley would 100% do that lol

- marino anon

Oh they would

It’s in their calendar

[gaymer-hag-stan]

Eurovision 2024 - Meet the Malmö Participants

🇸🇲 San Marino - MEGARA - "11:11"

More than a band, MEGARA is a concept!

Rock, pop, metal, electronic - whatever! These guys play with all kinds of musical genres, forgetting about prejudices and labels. The band embraces inclusivity, and within their act there is space for spikes, headbanging and fire, but also for dancers, unicorns and candy. There's room for everybody!

They released their very first EP Muérase Qué Puede in 2015, and one year later they put out their debut album Siete. Since then, three more albums have followed, with Truco o Trato being the most recent one in late 2022.

After competing in Spain’s Eurovision pre-selection Benidorm Fest 2023 and finishing in 4th place, the band has one year on achieved its dream of taking to the Eurovision Song Contest stage, this time representing San Marino.