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a-desperate-simp · 5 months
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Lost count of how many times I've listened to this over the past 24 hours 😌💕
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wordsbyparker · 5 months
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Check out today's entry in the 12 Days of Cardlin! 😊 🎄 🎁
The Gift Wrap Mishap (written by Words By Parker)
M4M: youtu.be/bIAOYE2h5eo
M4A: youtu.be/2A7xAyrW7L4
M4F: youtu.be/sXxxSshJM0k
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sometiktoksarevalid · 5 months
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hollow-triad · 1 year
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December 18, 1966
You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch
[Verse 1]
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heel You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
[Verse 2]
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch Your heart's an empty hole Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
[Verse 3]
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch You have termites in your smile You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!
Jim Carey’s version
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yodaprod · 5 months
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cute-brainz · 5 months
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freelancer + gavin
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capitalisticveins · 2 months
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Can you believe it guys? The Role Reversal AU! Just a week away! The Role Reversal AU is in a week! Woohoo! I am so happy about this information ☺️. The Role Reversal AU. Just a week away. Oh wow :). Can you believe it? The Role Reversal AU is just in a week! It got here so fast ^^!
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digitalafterlife · 5 months
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christmas eve 19?06?. i offer you some plum pudding, my poppet. it’s been your favourite ever since you were a little girl
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captainclickycat · 19 days
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Somehow didn’t realise until now that Ben Galpin was in Victoriocity and I’d heard his voice considerably before Re: Dracula happened.
I like to think that means in a roundabout sort of way that there’s a universe in which Lucy and Jonathan are… siblings? Cousins? Does anyone know enough about the Bell family tree to enlighten me on the relationship between Aureeeeeeeelia and Julius?
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digitalmp3 · 2 years
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fangomango · 6 months
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PROMO IMAGES FOR The Nightmare 2 Days Before Christmas
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wordsbyparker · 1 year
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Christmas Script Fill! "Happy Holidays Foolish Mortal" (written by LupinStoleMyHeart)
New script fill, just in time for Christmas! "Happy Holidays Foolish Mortal", written by LupinStoleMyHeart!
The witch-in-training from the Halloween series is back and doing…. community service?
Find out what happened: https://youtu.be/X7rQ--TlWWc
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happy moash monday yet again. here is four straight minutes of graphic audio moash saying random things from words of radiance
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district9s · 6 months
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vernanonix · 5 months
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The Amelia Project - The 12 Deaths of Christmas - All episode covers animated into one gif
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agentplutonium · 5 months
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All I Want (Is You)
It was Christmas morning. Milo knew that, realistically, he probably wouldn’t win this year. However, in one more throw-away shot, Milo tried one more time. By some miracle, he was up before Sweetheart was and he was able to sneak out to the kitchen to set his trap. The mistletoe went up in the doorway. He grabbed a book and his glasses, getting into position just as he heard Sweetheart shuffling down the hall.
Milo tries to charm Sweetheart into giving him a kiss in 1275 words.
Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas, Mistletoe, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, I think we get the picture already /lh, it really is nothing other than a prompt fill that I found cute, it is just the two of them being dorks in love, Milo is trying to win a 'competition' that he set up six years ago, and he only won cause sweetheart took pity on him
Based on this post. On AO3, if you prefer that format as well!
("oh pluto you didn't have to write such a long fic from that-" I know I didn't. I did anyway, because I am gay and in a holly jolly mood okay. moving on. (/lh))
Milo has gotten many past partners to kiss him under the mistletoe.
It was a tradition with him. He would usually put it somewhere obvious, so that it was visible to guests, and wait. There was always at least once where his partner at the time would stand under it, knowingly or not, and Milo got to pull his favourite move. It never failed him in the holiday season.
Except for with one person. Which was Sweetheart. In six years he hasn’t been able to kiss them under that mistletoe, but this year was different. This year, he was going to kiss them by Christmas. 
And he tried. He tried so damn hard. But somehow, some way, Sweetheart saw through his bluffs or saw where the mistletoe was. They would avoid him like the plague if he was acting “suspicious” in any way. They would be lured under it by his charm just to look up at the wrong second and worm themselves away. It was a continuous game of cat and mouse, and Milo wanted to win.
It was Christmas morning. Milo knew that, realistically, he probably wouldn’t win this year. However, in one more throw-away shot, Milo tried one more time. By some miracle, he was up before Sweetheart was and he was able to sneak out to the kitchen to set his trap. The mistletoe went up in the doorway. He grabbed a book and his glasses, getting into position just as he heard Sweetheart shuffling down the hall.
Milo tried to act nonchalant, staring at the words in front of him but not taking them in. He wasn’t even sure what book he picked up, or what part of the story he randomly flipped to. It didn’t matter. It was just a prop.
Sweetheart shuffled past him, rubbing at their eyes. “You’re books upside down,” They commented, not looking at him.
Milo realized that, yes, the book was upside down. He cleared his throat, embarrassed. “Trying to see if there was a different meaning this way. These authors can be tricky, ya know?”
Sweetheart chuckled. “Yeah. Sure. Do you want coffee?”
Milo sighed, “Yes, please, that sounds great Sweetheart.”
Sweetheart put on the coffee pot before shuffling back over to him. They gently took the book from his hands, flipping it over. “I didn’t know you were into horror,” they commented with a wry smile, handing the book back to him.
“I find it interesting,” Milo said slowly, working the lie together as he went.
“Really? When did you get that book?”
“You know, I can’t remember exactly when. One of those things, you know? Buy it and let it sit somewhere.”
“Is that so?” Sweetheart said, trying to hide their amusement.
“Because I could have sworn that I bought that book last month.”
Milo was really fucked now, but he continued with the white lie. “Was it that? I must have forgotten. I’m reading it now, though.”
Sweetheart stifled a chuckle. “Milo, Love… when I described what was happening in that book you had a very negative reaction. Almost got physically ill. Gagged a little, even.”
Milo looked at the book in his hand, reading the title for the first time. Sweetheart was right, as usual. He particularly hated the description they gave during that one scene. He shuddered at the image it brought back—one that he suppressed after conjuring it—and sighed. “What if I wanted to give it a second chance?”
“I wouldn’t stop you, then,” Sweetheart said sincerely, “but, there’s a few things you’re failing to see here.”
They stepped closer to him, causing his heart to speed up. They always had that effect on him. Anytime they were close to him he found it hard to breathe, heart pounding in his chest. The effect they had on Milo was unmatched, and, frankly, very unfair. If he didn’t know that he had the same effect on them he’d go as far as to say it was cruel.
“First thing, you’re standing in a random doorway. You don’t like standing while reading,” Sweetheart started, tone matter of fact. Milo had to applaud the attention to detail they had, that was a small grievance he had that rarely got aired. 
“Second thing is, along with the book,” they took the book out of his hand, sliding it onto the counter, “your glasses are all kinds of messed up.” They reached up, tugging the glasses off of his face, folding the arms neatly, and placing them beside the book.
“Third thing, and I promise this is the last,” Sweetheart said, taking another step forward and splaying their hands against Milo’s sides, hands warm against his skin, pressing close. Milo had his hands on their hip without a second thought, holding them there. “I know what you’re doing,” they murmured, looking up at him, “you’re not slick, Milo Greer.”
“Who said I was trying to be?” Milo asked.
“Is this your last shot before you give up for the season?” Sweetheart teased.
“Maybe,” Milo hedged, pouting a bit.
Sweetheart laughed, hands unconsciously squeezing his side, the combination sending butterflies through his stomach. “You sure are persistent, huh?” They giggled.
“I prefer ambitious,” Milo said, “has a better ring to it.”
Sweetheart was smiling ear to ear, love written all over their face as they looked at him. Milo believed that this was the first time that he’d truly seen them stress-free in weeks. Milo felt something akin to pride swell in his chest at the thought that he was the one who got them to this point. So long as his Sweetheart was with him, he was going to do everything in his power to bring them back to a state like this every time they needed it.
“You’re cute,” Sweetheart said.
“I’m adorable,” Milo agreed. “I’m also the guy who pulled a deity like you, so that might warrant me a title a bit higher than that.”
Sweetheart looked at him for a second, head tilted a bit to the side as if contemplating something. They got a look in their eye that Milo didn’t get a proper read on before they reached up and pulled him in for a kiss. Milo let out a noise of surprise, not believing what was happening at the moment. 
He had won, then? Or had he, where Sweetheart initiated? 
He didn’t care, he decided quickly, pulling his Sweetheart closer. He couldn’t give a damn when they were pressed against them like that.
When Sweetheart pulled away they had a mischievous grin on their face. “Does winner, work?”
“So I do win?” Milo asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sweetheart shrugged, smirking. “I suppose, since, by the rules you laid out, I did fall for your evil charming ways and succumbed to my baser human instincts.”
The more that Sweetheart talked, the more Milo had to suppress his chuckles. “Your baser instincts,” Milo asked, barely keeping himself from choking on the words.
“Yes,” Sweetheart said matter of factly, “the baser instincts that hard wires people to fall for one Milo Greer at one point or another, obviously.”
“You fucking goof,” Milo said, unable to keep the laughter back. He leaned toward them again, kissing them to try and stifle it. It wasn’t wholly successful, but Milo didn’t care. “God, do I ever love you,” he whispered against their lips, earning him another smile. 
“I love you too,” Sweetheart whispered back, pushing their foreheads together. They savoured that moment with him for a moment before sighing. “Go sit down, Love. I’ll bring the coffee in a minute.”
Milo kissed their forehead, letting go of them finally. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”
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