#ho ho holidays

[emry-stars-art]

Happy holidays ya filthy animals, see you in 2023

[ohandcounting]

!! ALERT !! ANDREW CUNNINGHAM BROKE DOWN ALL USES OF GASTER'S THEME IN DELTARUNE

If you don't know how to listen for things that aren't 100% obvious in music, like me, don't worry!!!! He puts everything side by side, hence the monstrosity in the thumbnail. He even uses the piano. There's even a 2-axis graph at the end!!!!

[inartchive]

[juliaharrisonsworld]

Happy holidays ya filthy f**king animals!🎄 🎅 🎁

[ourladyofomega]

Black metal and mall goths taking their photo with Santa Claus.

[ariannafraserwrites]

Holiday Rom-Com Title Generator

In honor of my new Christmas novella, Taming the Beast - A Romantic Christmas Disaster, behold!

The Holiday RomCom Title Generator!

My holiday RomCom title is A Season of Storytelling. Hopefully, the smuttiest kind of storytelling... What's yours?

[thatbiologist]

“Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.” - Death

Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

[dustbon]

Cordelia Holiday

Self Assured, Non-commital, Klepto

Smells like rum and dirt (in a good way)

Self-taught mixologist

[seriesluticons]

like or reblog if you save. ♡

[the-birth-of-art]

[dustymagpie]

[iamaqueerbitch]

Ho ho homo

[taolucidity]

Happy Holidays!

[tomsmusictaste]

All pop-punk christmas songs are either like, I fucking HATE Christmas, or, I am absolutely heartbroken rn and also it happens to be christmas-time too, that’s also happening

[tackytigerfic]

Unfinished Friday

Thank you to the lovely people who have tagged me recently in WIP snip posts - pls expect reblogs soon, I am sort of off Tumblr atm and have a lot to catch up on but I am so grateful to be tagged and to get to read all your fucking phenomenal writing. Writing loads atm. Long wartime AU/ multiverse fic is progressing well. Here is a snip from it. Seven years after the war began, Draco has gone undercover with the Death Eaters to try to get close to Voldemort. Draco visits the Order HQ when he can. Draco and Harry are best friends and have been hooking up in secret. They're also in love but haven't really talked about it.

Downstairs in the Order meeting, Draco had been chilly and controlled—a gloved fist, a bridled Abraxan. He had barely looked at Harry the whole way through the meeting, but after the reports were all in, he had stood up in front of everyone and held a hand out to Harry across the table, and Harry had leaned right over to him and taken it. It didn’t seem to matter anymore who knew, or what they thought. There was no need for the smallness of subtleties in the face of something so horribly huge as Draco having to leave, again and again and again.

Together they made for the stairs, bumping shoulders as they went out the big double doors, Harry’s skin overheated where Draco’s hand made a bracelet round his wrist, not caring who was looking. They ignored the wolf whistle that followed them (Malfoy, no doubt, the smug prick), racing together up the steps two at a time until they reached their corridor and then finally Draco was a warm and moving thing under Harry’s demanding hands.

And he was different here in the shifting shadows of their old shared room, both of them jammed into Harry’s single bed, the moon a sick yellowed disc through the window. He looked glossy and well-fed, flesh solid over his ribs when Harry spanned them greedily with both hands, skin soft and rich-smelling, his hair swooping over one eye with the sheen of a starling's wing. His clothes, discarded on the floor, were too formal, too many pinnings and fastenings, too stiff with ornamentation and embellishments. He looked like what he was, Harry supposed; Lord Malfoy, the Viscount.

As Harry tried to undo him, he wondered for a moment how easily Draco slipped back beneath the trappings, but then he felt the frantic tap of Draco’s pulse under his fingertips and the familiar warmth of his breath as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth, carelessly, like he couldn’t wait any longer, and Harry knew he had him back.

“How long have you got?” Harry asked, breathless already, fingers slipping wet with lube over Draco’s skin, and Draco kissed him almost angrily.

“Long enough,” he said. “We have time. God, you’re all I can think about.”

If you've read this far then please consider sharing your own WIP snip - I would love to read it. And artists/reccers/other creators too, if you have a WIP you're working on!

[whimsymanaged]

WIP Wednesday Friday

It feels like I haven’t written in AGES although it’s probably been more like a month, but I’m finally back on my bullshit. That bullshit being… the second chapter/part of Ho for the Holidays.

Thank you so much, @kiwiana-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @anincompletelist, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, and @firenati0n for the tags! I can’t express how appreciative I am that y’all continue to tag me when I’m so bad at posting.

Um, I would tag people but I’m so fucking late that it’s def not Wednesday anymore, so this is an open tag and I will try to be more punctual next week. 😂

Snippet under the cut because it’s, uh, very NSFW.

“This isn’t—very—comforting,” Alex gasps out, his toes curling into the sheets as his fingers grip Henry’s hair. Henry keeps thrusting his tongue into Alex, thumbs spreading Alex’s cheeks as far as they’ll go. It feels fucking amazing, but it’s not enough, and he needs Henry’s hands or mouth or cock against his, like, ten minutes ago. He whines and squirms, but Henry just has no fucking mercy.

Finally, Henry pulls back to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand. He arches an eyebrow at Alex. “Be good, and I might give you a finger.”

“I might give you a finger,” Alex mutters darkly, and Henry laughs.