#nora and the holidays

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WIP Wednesday? Not quite...

In lieu of WIP Wednesday (thank you for the tags @firenati0n @cha-melodius ), I bring you: a finished work for seasonal reading.

Nora leads the rest of the "Super Six" (June, Pez, Bea, Henry, and Alex) in a Passover seder, livestreamed for charity.

“Thank you to President Claremont for letting us commandeer a room in the White House for our project,” Nora announces briskly. “Of course, there was the official White House Seder that was led by Vice President Holleran, which was held on the first night of Passover. This is just an educational fundraiser.” “And we’re putting the fun back in fundraiser!” Alex grins, proud of himself, and the group groans in unison.

Tagging some others in for WIP Wednesday or Work "no longer in Progress" Wednesday or whatever you want to share! As always, open tag to share your works and tag me in return.

@onthewaytosomewhere @typicalopposite @14carrotghoul @wordsofhoneydew @cricketnationrise

@littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @xthelastknownsurvivorx @suseagull04

[moonsnqil]

just a boy obsessed with stickball

[sorbetowl]

Santa and her helpers are busy today! Happy Holidays to those that celebrate~

[novankenn]

Oh... Crap-Baskets... HELP?

Jaune was sitting with his team, in their dorm. It was the start of the Winter Holiday Break, so he decided even with his limited funds to get each of them something special... in celebration of being a team, and his friends.

Nora: I LOVE IT!!! Thank your Fearless Leader!

Jaune smiled as he watched Nora smoother the small sloth plushie he had found.

Ren: This is unexpected and thoughtful. Thank you Jaune.

Ren gave Jaune a respectful bow of his head as he set the small do it yourself bonsai tree-tranquility garden kit in his lap.

Jaune: You guys are really welcome. It's the least I could to show my appreciation for putting up with me, and for helping me out.

Jaune did notice that Pyrrha hadn't said anything about her gift.

Jaune: *Thinking* I guess she doesn't like it.

Pyrrha: Nora. Ren.

Nora: Yes Pyr-Pyr?

Pyrrha: Can I have the room for a bit? I would like to speak with Jaune... alone.

Ren: Of course.

Jaune felt heart broken. Pyrrha's gift was the hardest for him to find, seeing as who she was. He hoped the little reminder that they were friends and a team would have been good enough... but he guessed not.

(In Argus)

Terra: *Giggling* So what gag-gift did Jaune send up this year? That pack of edible panties was a big hit.

Saphron : Huh? I don't get it.

Saphron shows Terra the small bronze charm bracelet, with four charms attached. A hammer, a little pistol, a shield and a spear.

Terra: I wonder if he mixed things up when he was wrapping them.

(Back at Beacon)

Jaune's shoulders slumped, and he felt defeated. He had tried his best, but he guess that he just wasn't good enough. That was until a small slip of paper was handed to him. Confused he looked at it... his eyes suddenly going wide.

This Coupon Entitles the Presenter to... TWO HOURS of NAKED CUDDLES

Jaune: Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: *huskily whispering in his ear* I love you gift...

Jaune: *Thinking* NO! NO! NO! Wrong gift! WRONG GIFT!

Pyrrha: *Huskily whispering in his ear, as her arms slowly wrap about his waist* I plan... on using quite a few of these today...

Jaune: *Thinking* HELP?

/=====/ To EVERYONE... I wish you a SAFE and HAPPY HOLIDAY SEASON!!

[lunaoblonsky]

[howlingday]

Non-Descript Winter Holiday Party

Weiss: Hello- Oh... It's you two.

Emerald: Wow. Aren't you cheery?

Oscar: Hey, Weiss! Uh, everything okay?

Weiss: It's fine, it's fine. Honestly, I'm a little relieved. You're the first non-couple I've seen all night.

Emerald: Really?

Oscar: Really...

Weiss: Yes, and it's a little grating on my nerves to have so many couples over with no other single people to talk to. Everyone is just finishing each other's sentences and rubbing and kissing oh so wholesomely~!

Weiss: It almost makes me want to puke.

Emerald: And a bah humbug to you, too.

Weiss: Well, thankfully you're here, so I don't have to worry about you two sucking face all night.

Oscar: Yeah...

Weiss: Anyways, come on in. There should be plenty of food left unless-

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Nora: (Shoves another fruitcake into her mouth)

Jaune: ...

Nora: (Mouthful) Whuh? Iz nundezkri-

Jaune: I know what it is, Nora. I just wished you practiced a little self control every now and then, y'know?

Nora: (Swallows) Oh, believe me, I am. You think I'm not holding myself back from taking you and this food into the back room and-

Yang: OKAY! I think that's enough from Nora for tonight. Seriously, were you always this weirdly horny for food and guys?

Nora: Not just any guys. Just the guys I like, like you, but mostly you~! (Snuggles Jaune)

Ren: Even though we never did anything.

Yang: Which is still amazing because Ren is such a-

Jaune: I think it would be better for everyone here to practice a little more self-control.

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Ruby: And what the heck is that supposed to mean?

Blake: I have nothing against the effort, but I just feel there wasn't enough effort put into the relationship for the ship to mean anything.

Ruby: What do you meeeean?! There was so much effort put in! The setups, the music, the kiss!

Blake: Felt forced, didn't fit the scene, and was weirdly good for two characters in a realistic teen drama to be kissing so well together, despite neither having ANY prior relationships before each other.

Whitley: ...I thought the story was okay.

Sun: Yeah, and the music was sick! I still have that rock song playing on my scroll all the time.

Ruby: See! Sun agrees with me!

Sun: Huh?

Blake: Whitley was right. The story was only okay.

Whitley: What? Nonono, I said-

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Weiss: So then I told her, "Well, this was your fault for trusting me in the first place!"

Oscar: Hahaha!

Emerald: Heh. Sounds like you guys had fun at Beacon.

Weiss: We did, though you would know, since you were there, too.

Emerald: Yup. Plotting and scheming with Cinder.

Weiss: How did you three pass for students?

Emerald: Apparently, Haven doesn't look too deep when it comes to "late age" students, which probably came from when Spiders would lend out their lackeys as students as a sort of "student exchange" between real students and gangsters.

Weiss: Really?

Oscar: Yup. It's part of why I didn't go to any sort of huntsman schooling. Well, that and my aunt needed my help with the farm.

Ozpin: (Thinking) It's sad to see how far Leo fell, after fighting so hard to get where he did.

Weiss: Oh, excuse me. There's someone at the door.

Emerald: ...What did you guys grow out there?

Oscar: Oh, uh, carrots, turnips, beets. Y'know, the usual.

Emerald: Y'know, I can't say I've ever had beets before.

Oscar: You haven't? They're really good!

Emerald: Yeah? All I see are those red blobs in cans.

Oscar: Well, yeah, but those are actually really good. Especially when you slice them up and put them in your salad.

Emerald: Guess I'll have to try out this recipe of yours then.

Oscar: Really?! Er, I mean... Cool. Cool.

Emerald: Heh heh...

Ozpin: (Sighs)

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Weiss: ...Is there a reason you're sitting here alone?

Ilia: Ack! I, uh... I'm just, y'know, relaxing, winding down-

Weiss: Staring at Blake?

Ilia: Staring at Bla- No! Of course not! I would never do that!

Weiss: Really? Because from where I'm sitting, there is an entire room of people all conversing, both couples and single people alike, and yet the only thing you've said tonight beyond "Hello" is a sigh. Just because you're single does not excuse your isolation from everyone else here.

Ilia: Oh, what do you know? You've always had someone to talk to! But some of us only had one person, and that one person then chose to leave us behind!

Weiss: It's called growing up. It's a new thing, I know, but it works wonders, I hear.

Ilia: Oh, screw you!

Weiss: ...Wait. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so hostile with you. I've... I know what you mean by being left behind. Everyone at this party is someone I got close to or was the reason they left. It's not easy being single in a party of couples, but... But the least we can do when we're single is to be happily single. So... What say we be happily single... together. Just for tonight.

Ilia: ...Okay.

[franticvampirereads]

December has been one of my most successful reading months in a really long time! I think I finished 9 (?) book and I honestly don’t remember the last time that happened. 😊 So, here’s what I read in this month:

Circle of Magic books 1 & 2 5 ⭐️ {review}

Shelter In Garnet Run 5 ⭐️ {review}

A Short Holiday 4 ⭐️

A Reluctant Santa 4 ⭐️ {review}

Santa’s Favorite DNF @ 50%

Victor & Nora: A Gotham Love Story 3.25 ⭐️ {review}

Captive Prince 5⭐️ {review}

The Training of Erasmus 4⭐️

Let Your Hearts Be Light -currently reading and hoping to have done before midnight!

My favorite books this month were Shelter In Garnet Run, Captive Prince, and Let Your Hearts Be Light. I’m so happy with everything I read this month!

[nildespirandum]

In honor of the season, I have decided to bring back my best Christmas story. 

18+ absolutely!  Art by my dearest @caffiend-queen​

All Loki and I want for Christmas is reblogs.  

Loki and Nora normally get along beautifully but when trauma causes him to become to over-protective she decides to return to Chicago for the holidays without him.

Thor heard raised voices coming from Nora’s library almost as soon as he boarded his brother’s massive ship, despite the great distance between where the Bifrost had left him on the deck and the hold that had been lovingly made over for his sister-in-law’s comfort.

Needless to say Thor at first made the logical, experience-based assumption that Loki and his wife were making love.  At the top of their lungs. As always.

For a moment he planned to seek out Charles, his brother’s excellent demon valet, for cookies and ale for him to while away the next few hours until they were finished, yet as he walked towards the galley he noticed there was something in the pitch and speed of their voices to give him pause.  

Despite himself, Thor started moving towards the sounds, trying to make out their voices and what was being shouted, fully prepared to be traumatized if his new assumption was wrong and they were, in fact, making the beast with two backs.

Or, because of Loki’s ability to make clones, any number of backs.

Yet when he leaned casually toward the doors to listen, it was clearly an argument.

Then Thor stood straight up, hand covering his mouth, eyes so wide he could feel them bugging.

It was not an argument.  Or a disagreement. Or a debate.  

Loki and Nora were having a fight.  An ugly, screaming, profanity laden, honest to Bor fight!

There was no question that Thor envied Loki and Nora’s relationship.  

Not their love.  Thor had been in love so many, many times - Sif certainly, Jane utterly, Amora reluctantly, Brunnhilde athletically, Lorelai occasionally - but he’d never had what might be called an enduring relationship.  

Even allowing as much might be an impediment to such a relationship - the most being Thor’s having to be involved in stopping the destruction of all things time and again which was very time consuming - he still found himself sometimes brooding about his solitary life.

As time went by and he grew wiser and knew himself better he came to know the irony of it, having that painful envy over the one thing that Loki had that he had not.  

Once Thor was brave and for that matter drunk enough to mention it not to his brother but to Nora.

His kind hearted sister laughed in his face.  “Sorry, big guy,” she said, her head bent near to the mahogany bar top, her hand slapping it over and over, “but you know you sound like an asshole right now, right?”

“Er…”  Nora was normally the one who cosseted and found ways to ease the way between himself and Loki so her response was a bit of a shock.

“No,” she lifted her head, shaking a hand towards him, “No.  First off, you don’t get to EVER tell him that. I know you probably think it will make him feel better, but it won’t.  It won’t. It will make him suspicious and uncomfortable and no matter how many times either of us reassure him, himself is still going to think it means you want me.  

“He’ll never sleep again.”

Thor was offended for both of them, “Surely my brother will not-”

She waved her hand close in his face, making him start back.  Nora seemed to ever forget he was a god. Even a few of the Avengers treated him with more deference than she.  

Well, no they didn’t, but that was not the point.

“No!  He WILL know better, and it WON’T make any difference.  So shut it.” She put her fingers, smelling of hops and bacon, near his lips and pulled them away in a dramatic gesture.  

Truly, she was Loki’s wife.

“Second, second, second!”  She slapped the bar again, and the bartendress brought another round unbidden, but before she could respond Loki had returned and so whilst Nora slipped off to attend to personal business Thor turned to his brother, who was also drunk, and asked in a more general way how one might go about being in love with someone for rather a long time.

Loki leaned forward, placing his elbows on the bar, “I do not know, brother, and you know how I hate to admit such a thing.  Nora is … everyone likes Nora. It is astonishing the beings we have met who find all other creatures loathsome and yet still can find it them to appreciate my wife’s decency, her wit, her kindness.  I am one of those beings.  She is as loveable as sleep and good food and,” he took a drink and then poured himself another, “excellent wine.  

“Yet, I alone worship her, adore her, know that she is not merely a lovely, excellent human, but a goddess.  Not one of our Aesir goddesses, rather a true goddess. I am priest, acolyte, and supplicant all to her at once, and all that is beneficent in my life is at her hand.  As one who lived over a thousand years without truly falling in love it still shocks me to the core that I am so fortunate as to wake with a divinity in my bed.”

“Awww…. I like you, too,” Nora’s voice came from behind them.  Thor watched her coil her arms about his brother, resting her cheek on the top of his head, whilst Loki smiled into his cup, “But see, that’s it.  Lots of people worship this one.” She tugged on a black strand of hair. “They don’t like him but they worship or try to placate him. Worry about what he’s going to do.  And I do, too. God, do I fucking worry sometimes. But the thing is that I like him. I like you,” she said, pressing a kiss to the crown of Loki’s head. “I like you more than anyone or anything ever.  I wake up every morning wondering what trouble you’ve gotten into already, and also thinking that I get to spend another day with my favorite person.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Loki then reached around and pulled Nora onto his lap, where they settled into together with an ease and perfection of position that could only come from being together for so long.  Their very bones seemed to have curved towards accommodating the other.

Thor’s heart ached, with joy and pain, their comfort, and based on the look in their eyes, their ardor.  At what he lacked.

So hearing them fight so was, he surmised, like a small Midgardian child discovering there was no Santa Claus.  

At that moment, the massive doors of the storage bay that had been made over for Nora both burst open, slamming back on the walls with an ear-harming clang, so Thor knew before he saw him that Loki was exiting.  His brother’s sense of drama was one of his scant predictable behaviors.

Loki stalked out, fury in every line of his body, a snarl pulling back his upper lip, his hands tensing and squeezing into fists, his hair a wild cloud of fury trailing behind him.

“Thor,” he said with a slight, haughty nod as he swept past.

Classic Loki.  Thor had seen it thousands of times.  

But not lately.  Not since Nora.

Who followed, practically running, “Fine, then, I’ll see you in January!”  She shouted at his brother’s retreating back, then added, “Maybe!” Also noticing Thor, she too nodded, not haughty so much as distracted, “Big guy,” and then headed in the opposite direction.

Over his shoulder, Loki called out to his wife, “I hope you enjoy the shuttle trip all of the way back to Midgard, for I am locking the doorway.”

“If you aren’t with me it will be a pleasure,” she called back, her voice deceptively breezy.

Considering his two options, Thor decided it was better to find Charles.

“While I have lived among humans and creatures like humans for countless years I am afraid that some of their emotional responses are still a bit perplexing to me, sir,” Charles said as he poured Thor a tankard of glogg and offered him a plate of freshly cut gingerbread.  

It was at that moment that Thor noted that the Naglikjóll was bedecked with evergreen boughs and red ribbons, twinkling with magical lights of many colours and scenting the air like a pine forest on Midgard.  Norns! Was it Yule already again? He had been on his latest adventure in Helheim for longer than he’d thought, but had that much time truly passed?

Knowing that they were close to Christmas helped Thor have some understanding about the rancor between Loki and Nora.  “Ah, so they are fighting over where to spend the holiday? Nora wishes to go home and Loki prefers to pretend that it is not happening.”

Charles refilled his tankard.  “That may be the inflexion point, Master Thor, but I fear this has been stewing for some time.  Since Sakaar, or more precisely, those events that led to Master Loki’s transformation and slavery.”

“Ah, Nora’s more or less dying,” Thor said with a nod.

It had been some few years since Thor and his companions had accompanied Nora on her rescue mission to save his brother from the Grandmaster’s gladiatorial games, as well as to restore his memories, lost due to the trauma of thinking his beloved wife was rather horribly dead.  

Whilst Loki could normally devour the type of trauma that would make most beings collapse in a pile of shuddering darkness for breakfast, the idea that Nora could come to harm under his watch had proved debilitating to him.  Even though he seemed to improve for a time, clearly he was more affected than he would confess to, certainly not to his brother, and apparently not even to his wife.

Over the months since those events Loki retreated more and more, spending little time anywhere but within the safety of his ship, which he kept on the farthest edges of the Nine, rarely even allowing Nora to visit her beloved home.  

In Thor’s mind he pictured Loki as the Jólakötturinn, massive, dark, and furious, crouched in a den, wrapped about Nora, lashing out with a gigantic paw with claws like scimitars whenever anyone dared approach her.

Now, Nora certainly wanted to return to Chicago for the yuletide and Loki objected, causing, predictably to even Thor, her to decide to return without him.  There was some comfort in the fact that Loki was seemingly not making an effort to restrain her, as that was one area in which Nora had no tolerance for her husband’s trickster ways and regal neurosis.  Should he chose not to respect her autonomy the consequences for their marriage would be dire indeed.

“Charles, when you are finished seeing to the needs of my uninvited guest, I need these items from the larder.  Please bring them to my working chamber,” Loki said, his tone bored. He lounged in the doorway, a piece of parchment dangling from his fingers as he offered it to Nora’s valet.  

He was trying damned hard to look casual and was failing badly.  The periodic twitch of his shoulder and the shiftiness of his eyes were telling, though Loki had always been a bit shifty.  

“Of course, sir.”

“Feel free to eat me out of ship and home and then leave, Thor.  It is not a good time for a family reunion,” Loki said before adding, “Not all of the gingerbread, though,” and then slipping away.

Thor idly looked at the list whilst Charles went to the galley for more glogg.

Nine types of rope - from roughest twine to silken ribbons, all black.

A jar that has never been used.

Two cups of water than have never run through metal.

Wormwood, heather, and calamus.

A few other things, all of which tickled the part of Thor’s brain where his mother’s old attempts to teach him at least a little seidr or protective witchcraft were stored.

Normally a magic user of Loki’s power and skill would not need such simple ingredients, saving he should not want his signature to be on the spell he was -

Thor thought about nine kinds of string.

Damn.

Loki was the most intelligent person Thor had ever known, meaning that when he chose to be stupid it was inevitably an act of monstrous idiocy, such as the one he was clearly preparing for.

Sighing, Thor drained his mug, allowing Charles to refill it, “I would recommend delaying the gathering of my brother’s items for the nonce, good servant, if your honor allows you to do so.”

Charles nodded, “Madam Nora asked me to help her fetch her bags from storage, and Master Loki always insists her needs take precedence.”  

Thor girded his loins, knowing two things.  One, his conversation with Loki was going to go poorly, as was their wont.  

And after all of this was over, he really wanted to find and fight the Jólakötturinn.

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“And that is why you cannot bind your wife.”  Thor finished.

Or Loki assumed he was finished.  He had stopped listening to his brother about the time he had shown himself in Loki’s workroom with two mugs of glogg and a rather self-righteous air.  

Loki had accepted the first and was so used to the second he barely noticed it any longer.

A small, shouting corner of his mind recognized that this was one of those rare, gem-like moments when Thor was correct and he should listen, but the larger portion of his brain was screaming much louder that it was the worst form of irresponsible madness to let Nora go, dancing blindly on the precipice of disaster and death out in the wild universe, and that if she were to come to hate him, well, that was as would be.

Loki was very comfortable with being hated, much more so than he was Nora being dead.

Gently placing his favorite image of Nora - she was laying naked on her stomach on one of the reading couches in her library, looking at him from over the top of her book, her ankles daintily crossed and her hair a mess - in the middle of his work table he mentally sketched out the nine knots he would use with the nine pieces of cord to bind the jar in which he would place the picture, submerged in water and herbs.  Should he do it perfectly she would have no idea what he had done.  

If only she were not so familiar with the tang and taste of his natural seidr it would be so much easier.

Oh, Thor was still talking.  

Loki shook his head.  He could ignore his brother all day.  

There was the smallest shudder in his ship.  He might not have even noticed, save that there he could see the glogg in his cup slosh just a bit.

“What was that?” he asked his Naglikjóll.

Her husky, Asgardian purr responded, “The Bifrost, my king….”

Loki frowned.  Only Thor - sometimes accompanied by Sif and the Groupies Three - ever came to the ship from Asgard, which was why he had allowed the Bifrost access.  “Who has arrived?”

“No one, Sire.  Your wife has departed.”

Fury burned through him like acid, “THOR!”

His brother gave a sheepish shrug, “You weren’t listening, or you would have -”

“NOOOOORRRRAAAA!!!!!!!”  Loki’s fury broke every bit of glass in his workroom.  

Which meant they had to flee before the miasma of odors and the rage of O-verk, the tiny, penis shrinking dragon that lived in a terrarium on a high shelf and was very glad to be free.

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The first thing Nora did was use a little safety spell that Loki had given her in case something dangerous should happen to his sanity or, remembering Thanos, mental autonomy, and sealed the 999 building against him.  Not just their penthouse but the whole thing.

Then she built a fire, because it was almost Christmas.

She ordered a tree and decorations, and a lot of food.

She let her friends know she was home, though it being Christmas Eve she knew she wouldn’t be seeing any of them for a few days.

Then she sat on her couch, put on a precious, rare pressing of Dean Martin’s Christmas Blues and played it twenty times, singing along louder and louder with each play as she drank most of a bottle of gluhwein.

When her voice was hoarse, and her stomach bothering her, since after hitting fifty she couldn’t drink like she used to, she plopped onto one of the wing-backed chairs near the fire and glared at the black velvet couch that was the site of many of her favorite adventures with Loki.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” she said to no one.

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When Loki had finally calmed down - after wreaking a great deal of havoc on his own belongings, after several fires and the destruction of some irreplaceable garments, their gifted creators having long since died or lost their ‘edge’, after a punching match with Thor that left them both bruised and annoyed since one of the protective spells on the ship made violence over a certain level impossible and therefore disappointed their mutual desire to pound each other into unrecognizable parts, and after finally going into Nora’s library alone and bursting into enough furious tears and bellowing to leave himself worn out - he realised he was an ass.

“Fine,” he said, snapping into a pfeffernüsse from a plate that Charles had placed on the floor and shoved into the room. “I shall simply have to be an adult about this and go and apologize.”

Which was when he found that door between his ship and Nora’s building was sealed against him.

The second round of his rage was rather shorter, but involved enough ice that even Thor had to put on a sweater.

Sulking in the library again, this time with pizelles and thumbprint cookies, he schemed.  He plotted. He connived. He tapped his fingertips together and let a wide, rather sinister smile grow across his thin lips in a fashion very much like that other villainous yet misunderstood aficionado of the color green - The Grinch.

“Very well.  I shall have to consult some Midgardian seasonal wisdom, for my treasure’s sake...”

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On Christmas morning Nora woke up alone, except for a large fruit tree that had grown overnight in her bedroom, with a partridge teetaring at the top of its lungs.

From one limb hung an especially succulent looking pear, with a dark pink flush over its delicate flesh, she could smell it across the room.

What he wanted her to do couldn’t be more obvious.  

She held out until bedtime, and then she took a perfect, juicy bite.

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[water-gaw]

About Neil’s supposed obliviousness in canon: I think it’s absolutely right that Neil’s observational skills don’t equip him to recognise affection. Beyond that, though, Neil is actively invested in not recognising Andrew’s feelings. There’s a parallel in his attitude to Exy here. Look at how good he is at convincing himself that playing in Millport and Palmetto is a justifiable risk, rather than a total liability. He can only do it by not quite letting himself look at what he’s doing, and he does it because he needs it so desperately. 

It’s the same with Andrew. By TKM, Neil’s all in, but his feelings don’t manifest as sexual attraction until Andrew clues him in that that’s a possibility (this feels like quite painfully accurate demi rep. Just at me next time). But the possibility of pursuing anything with Andrew absolutely hinges on Andrew not caring. So Neil has a very real investment in believing Andrew when he says he hates Neil. Neil’s feelings don’t matter (can’t be heartbroken if you’re dead *taps two fingers to forehead*). It’s hard to resist that kind of investment, especially if questioning what you’re told would cost you something you’re desperate to have. 

Added to that, you have Andrew’s mirrored investment in refusing to accept that he cares about Neil. If he recognises that, he’s breaking his deal with Aaron, and since keeping his promises is the core of his sense of self? Yeah, he’s not looking too closely at that either. He wants Neil to believe him. He wants to believe himself. This is a whole delicately balanced ecosystem of people lying to themselves and I love it so much. 

[adreamareads]

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Today for Sentences Sunday, I bring you a finished work because today is the holiday that it's about!

Nora laughs and looks back at June over her shoulder. June’s sweatpants are riding low on her hips, and the cut off hem of her faded t-shirt rolling up above her waist. Her hair is piled in a messy ponytail on top of her head and Nora shakes her head, thinking about how beautiful her girlfriend is. “The megillah reading,” she repeats. “For Purim, at the shul. The – synagogue,” she corrects quickly.

June swipes an errant hair out of her face. “I remember what shul is,” she says, confusion still in her voice. “You don’t have to translate that part again. But I don’t know what megillah is, other than a Hanna-Barbera cartoon.”

[greybackpack]

Beneath the Rubble- by ASoe Art who can be found on Instagram.

Happy Holidays! With an angst piece. Oops? I love it, regardless. 10/10.

With this art is a partial chapter update!

[lesbianmarrow]

legends of tomorrow and their halloween costumes

sara goes as barbarella and has like 3 costume changes over the course of the night. ava goes as sherlock holmes bc she liked being the detective in that one murder mystery game. mick doesn’t wanna dress up at first but he grudgingly goes as wolverine so he has an excuse to drink beer all night. nora dresses up as a witch and ray is her kittycat familiar. nate goes as elvis because of course he does. zari 2 goes as elle woods in the playboy bunny outfit (this is very retro to her since she is from the future). initially charlie goes as nate and literally just shapeshifts into nate and she thinks it’s hilarious but nate is peeved so she goes as a wood elf instead. astra and spooner go as morticia and gomez. constantine forgets it’s halloween and asks gideon to whip him up a last minute david bowie costume but she chastises him for forgetting and refuses to print him anything but clown costumes so he sheepishly goes as a clown. gary goes as constantine. 

[writermuses]

[readyplayerziggy]

Happy Nondescript Winter Holiday to the ladies of Remnant. May you all be filled with food, love, and cheer.

"We're celebrating Diwrnod y Gaeaf! The birthday of the Winter Maiden!" cheered Nora, holding up two frothing tankards of what was hopefully just root beer, her stomach already bouncing out it's way out of her shirt with a loud slosh. Rumbling at the disturbance, the ginger's face screwed itself up before her lips were pried apart by a belch of just plain stupid magnitudes.

"AAAAOOOOOOOORRRRRUUUUUUURRRRPPPPP!!"

She definitely had the food and cheer part down.

"Can you keep it down Valkyrie? Diwrnod y Gaeaf's not until tomorrow, remember? Your pre-feastings just gonna keep you from eating at the midnight bells. And where did you even get this much food?"

"Frobm bhe-*GULP* cafeteria."

"Of course you did." Rolling her eyes and grabbing a leg of turkey for herself, Emerald watched the pink-skirted barbarian (as she often proclaimed herself queen of) stuff her face.

'I am not rolling her out to the fields when it's time to go for the starting ceremonies.'

[eldritchaccident]

[Left without any note other than a black piece of paper with a silver N on it. The child is not included. It’s a bear for their collection.] 

Teddy loves it and immediately adds it to the nest of a room that’s been getting compiled for Nora. She does occasionally stay over, so obviously they need a perfect place for her, and not because Teds wants to offer her a place to stay if the Crypt ever cramps her style. The bear also gets a little fishy themed holiday vest, because it fits Levi’s old clothes.

[etsionrevaitt]

Gucci Holiday 2023