~ LOVE HURTS ~ SAD CHRISTMAS PROMPTS
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being alone on Christmas eve
fights on Christmas
missing their loved ones when everyone else spends time with theirs
remembering late family members
being sad but everyone expects them to be happy
having their expectations for Christmas disappointed
being with toxic people on Christmas eve
having to work on Christmas eve
being dumped shortly before Christmas
having serious worries that overshadow every Christmas joy
not wanting to carry on their parents' traditions
old conflicts bubbling up during the holidays
having to cry during every Christmas movie
hating all the Christmas decorations around them
trying to ignore everyone's jolly spirit
trying to hide their sadness during the Christmas celebration
trying to make others happy at least
having the winter blues
storming off after a fight with their S/O
saying ugly things on Christmas eve they regret afterwards
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@wndrstruck
Evangeline had been dragging this ball gown for what felt like forever on her way to... well... somewhere. There had to be an inn or a place for answers around this Washington with strange smells and people. It made her ache for her father's curiosity shop. And even stranger, Jacks. His head was already big enough without knowing that his lover wanted him. The words about her not remembering though him being her monster were like a tattoo lingering against her skin. The broken heart on her wrist and that infernal cuff were easy to rub as if they might summon him. And maybe they did. Because her body practically roared at the feeling of him against the edges of her periphery. And the blonde hair confirmed it. "Jacks!?" the bastard in his beauty. She remembered him. The key loved him. As foolish as it sounded. "If you run from me, I will use this knife you gave me."
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Rest in peace, Matthew Perry. Thank you for Friends, Chandler Bing, and the never-ending source of comfort humor.
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Rest in peace Jellie, sweetest and grumpiest of cats, namer of this blog, and a little bit of joy in all our lives. Seventeen years is a long life for a cat, but no span of years is ever long enough for a friend. I know the hearts of everybody in the fandom is with Scar and his family today, and we will remember her in every Minecraft world where she lives on.
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Jason Todd will cockblock himself if he thinks you can’t give 100% informed consent.
A few too many drinks at a gala and you’re drunkenly trying to make out with your gorgeous boyfriend. He’ll stop kissing you once he can taste the champagne on your lips, notices the glassy sheen to your eyes. Jason folds your roaming hands back into your lap and makes you promise to be good. He’ll take you home early and get some water into you before tucking you into bed. He’ll go so far as to sleep on the couch, door open to the bedroom so he can hear if you need him.
Jason remembers what Catherine looked like, coming off of a high and not remembering what day it was. The fear in her eyes and the shake in her voice when she asked if anyone else had been in the apartment.
Jason remembers the early days after the pit. When he’d wake up after blacking out in rage and not remember what his body had done. Seeing the blood on his skin and not knowing where it came from.
Jason never wants you to wake up with that same fearful not knowing. So he’ll sleep on the couch and make sure you’re safe. In the morning he’ll cook you breakfast and kiss you silly. But you’re going to have a talk, the two of you, once you’re sober enough to have a real conversation. Establish boundaries and plan consent for if you do want to fool around if one of you is impaired, or how you want to handle it if you don’t. But it’s not tomorrow yet, and Jason’s tired. He can sleep soundly though, knowing that nothing’s going to happen to you.
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