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guineapiggies · 4 months

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Via pumpkinandpancakeguineapigs

#guinea pig #trumpet #nosey pig #christmas #video #sleigh ride

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seasonalwonderment · 4 months

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Horses pulling sleigh for sleigh rides to Pontressina in

#sleigh ride #horses #sleigh #winter #Christmas #snow #winter wonderland

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Just before Christmas, Hawkins has a huge snowstorm--biggest they've seen in decades. Mr. Merrill finds a sleigh, cleans it up, starts offering rides along the same path as the Haunted Hayride he runs at the pumpkin patch each October. And none of that should effect Eddie at all, except Steve Harrington calls him up and says the kids all want to go, Robin and Nancy too, and maybe Eddie wants to come? And Eddie says yes even though he absolutely does not want to. Doesn't like the cold; only likes watching the snow as it falls, has no interest in being out in it; and has his suspicions about horses when they're staring at him right in the eye (they're too big and they kick hard and they have all those teeth).

He says yes because Steve Harrington and his pretty hair and his plump pink lips and his tantalizing constellation of moles have Eddie's heart in a chokehold. And when the pretties boy in Hawkins calls to ask you to go for a sleigh ride with him (plus his platonic soulmate who's dating his ex-girlfriend and the seven kids you co-parent), you don't say no.

It's not a date. Eddie knows. But it's a chance to be close, to look, to laugh, to pretend that friendship proximity is enough.

As soon as Eddie walks into Steve's house, the man himself is tsk-ing. "That's what you're wearing? You'll freeze!"

"I hate winter, you know that!" Eddie pouts.

Steve tuts, extra mom as he tugs Eddie's leather jacket tighter around his neck, and Eddie tries to not let their proximity make him blush.

With a shake of his head, Steve turns, starts upstairs. "Be right back."

And he's not lying, he's bouncing in front of Eddie in less than a minute, hands full of red yarn.

"Wha--" Eddie can't get the words out before Steve jams a pair of fuzzy red ear muffs over his curls, wrapping a matching scarf gently around his neck.

All of that is astonishing in itself, but Eddie swears, swears, that Steve's eyes linger on his lips before darting back up to look him in the eye. And that the tips of Steve's ears glow pink.

"Here," Steve thrusts the red mittens into Eddie's hands. "You can do these yourself."

Under normal circumstances, Eddie would say something over-the-top flirty, too silly to be serious, but this has all thrown him for a loop, so he only manages a , "th-thanks." Then, Steve turns away, putting on his own, bright yellow winter gear. He grabs a buffalo plaid tote bag (such a mom), and before Eddie can ask what, exactly, Steve has in there, they're out the door to collect the kids and Robin and Nancy.

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Eddie knows, now, what was in the tote. A fucking thermos full of fucking hot chocolate, because Steve Harrington is infuriating and perfect, and Eddie is so fucking gone, and Steve is straight, and life is full of unfairness but this is almost too much.

He shivers and pulls the scarf that Steve (so carefully, tenderly) wrapped around his neck tighter.

The kids are all done with their ride, running through the wide open fields now, throwing snowballs and half-heartedly trying to shape snow bricks for a house. Nance and Rob are on theirs, and it's just Steve and Eddie, waiting their turn, and of course it's together. The kids all wanted to go in their group and obviously the girlfriends deserved the one-on-one time (each with lovingly poured paper cups of hot chocolate, of course), and Eddie couldn't leave Steve solo, so. It's just the two of them.

The sleigh pulls back up, and the girls, giggling pink, jump out. They rush away, leaving Eddie and Steve with Farmer Merrill and the two horses hitched to the sleigh, none of whom bother to look at the boys waiting their turn.

"Well?" Merrill asks.

"Ready, Harrington?"

"I'm not the one afraid of horses, Munson."

"Hey, I didn't say afraid," but he doesn't get to finish, because Steve climbs up to sit on the bench, patting the open space next to him.

Eddie gets in, and doesn't want to admit it but he's charmed and by more than just Steve. The sleigh is painted a deep hunter green with gold accenting, there are fucking jingle bells on the horse harnesses, and thick fleece plaid blankets piled high, so that riders can keep warm.

As soon as Eddie sits, Steve pulls the blankets over their laps. With a snap of the reigns, the horses start forward and Steve pours them hot chocolate. And goddamnit, Eddie's in love and he wants to hate this so much, it's so twee and sweet and unintentionally romantic and he adores it and the gorgeous boy sitting next to him.

He's worked himself into a good grouch about it, but then they make their way into open farmland and Farmer Merrill snaps the reigns again and the horses start to trot. Eddie shrieks with glee as the sleigh glides through the snow, and he fucking giggles, which makes Steve laugh too.

"Told you you'd love it," he says.

Eddie would argue, but Steve's eyes flash bright with happiness; the tip of his nose and his cheekbones glowing pink, and Eddie wants to kiss every spot of cold on that perfect face. He wants it so badly he has to look away, can't deal with the low tug of want in his gut.

They slip from the field into the forest, horses slowing to a more sedate pace. The trees aren't so close here, and there are enough pine and evergreen, bright with life, to make it beautiful and not barren.

Steve makes a noise, a little sigh, a happy one, that has Eddie turn to see. The other boy's face is upturned towards the sky, the trees; snowflakes, knocked loose by the light breeze, nestle in his coifed chestnut hair, dusting against his red cheeks. Eddie's world begins and ends here, with this man, in this moment.

"It's beautiful," Steve says.

"Yeah," Eddie agrees. His voice comes out all wrong, eyes never leaving the man beside him.

Steve turns, finds Eddie's eyes on him. Eddie watches as Steve connects the dots, as his eyebrows raise, and he flushes red.

"I'm sorry," Eddie cringes, looks down at remnants of hot chocolate in his paper cup.

Steve doesn't say anything, and Eddie wonders how much it will hurt to jump from the sleigh, how long it will take him to get back home walking from here.

"Eds," Steve says. Finally. "Look at me?"

Eddie can't deny Steve anything, but fear grapples at his throat. He raises his eyes, expecting anger or disgust or any number of horrible things, but he doesn't expect the hope burning in Steve's face.

Holding eye contact, Steve's hand finds Eddie's under the blanket, wrapping together as best they can in mittens.

"Is this okay?" Steve asks.

"Yeah," Eddie nods. His blush is hot enough to melt all the snow in the county.

They smile at each other; Eddie stopped breathing miles ago, but finds he doesn't need the air anymore.

The sleigh slides through the snow with a hissing crunch, accompanied by jingle bells and the snow-muffled clomp of horses hooves. They're perfectly alone, Farmer Merrill paying them no mind, so when Steve's free hand brushes against Eddie's jaw, he leans into the touch.

It's easy to close the distance between them. And this time, when Steve's eyes linger on his mouth, Eddie knows it's on purpose. His eyes drift closed right as their lips slot together in the sweetest kiss Eddie's ever had. He wants to lick at Steve's mouth, bite at his pretty, perfect lips, but he figures they have time for that; time for them to explore and learn each other. For now, when Eddie thought he'd never get this at all, the soft brush of their mouths together is enough.

They pull apart, after a few too-short minutes, knowing the ride is about to end, but they keep their hands clasped under the blankets.

"Still hate the winter?" Steve asks as the horses stop.

"Don't push your luck, Harrington," Eddie scowls.

Steve just smiles at him, all charming and knowing and hot.

The other man jumps from the sleigh, and Eddie allows the grin he's been holding back to slide across his face.

And maybe, yeah, with Steve Harrington, the winter's not so bad.

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principekamar · 5 months

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Sleigh ride is a pleasant accident! ❄️☃️❄️⛄

By Paulypants aka Paul Richmond

#Sleigh ride #Paulypants #Paul Richmond #gay art #gay comic #gay fantasy #ormonellosi galoppante #bonazzo #voglio fare l'amore con te #gay xmas #gay christmas #xmas #christmas #merry xmas #merry christmas #snow #neve

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thebestcomicbookpanels · 1 year

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Superman and Santa Claus in Action Comics #105

#sleigh ride #santa claus #santa #the best comic book panels #dc comics #christmas comics #christmas #reindeer #superman

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t1naart · 4 months

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arithmeticanimaniac · 4 months

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i once played the nutcracker at city hall but the acoustics were such that none of us could hear each other so my stand partner and i still had like 8 measures to go when the conductor signaled the end.

anyways i wouldn’t make it as a percussionist.

(video without the orchestral overlay if you want to give it a try)

#he followed my lead bc i was outside and i led us over a cliff #where would i be as an orchestral musician without cue notes #sleigh ride #video

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dabiconcordia · 4 months

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Winter Time

I remember that winter of sleigh riding. The blizzard caused Jungle Hill to dead end. We wanted the snow days to last forever.

Three of us managed to fit on my sled, two scrunched sitting and one kneeling in back. I remember that winter of sleigh riding.

We sledded down the hill then traipsed up again with mittens soaked, our noses running. We wanted the snow days to last forever.

I always waited too long to go home and I'd wind up wetting my leggings. I remember that winter of sleigh riding.

I'd have hot soup and change snowsuits then drag my sled down the street again. We wanted the snow days to last forever.

I imagined I was surrounded by igloos as the banks of snow loomed higher than me. I remember that winter of sleigh riding. We wanted the snow days to last forever. by Barbara Eknoian

#barbara eknoian #poem #winter scene #sleigh ride #winter-christmas #pinterest.com

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chasingrainbowsforever · 23 days

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