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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 4 months

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The Perfect Christmas Setting (Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader)

Summary: It's officially your first Christmas with your boyfriend - long time coming - so you'll need an appropriately decorated house.

AN: I took part in a Secret Santa fic swap run by @bunnyreaper and my Secret Santa is @piratesfromspace! Hope you enjoy this fic that ignores MW3 to write my own canon and was kinda inspired by “Me and My Husband”.

Content warnings: 2nd person, some hurt/comfort, mostly domestic festivity

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You had never invested so much of your paycheck into decorations. Tinsel, baubles, Santa statuettes, all in clashing colours and combinations, the Christmas paraphernalia were contained by several bags and sat now in your sitting room, brimming with as much cheer as you were with pride.

Johnny was teeming in the corner, arranging lights around the blue spruce you’d chosen as the main event in your household. Several photos of Johnny hauling it into his truck filled your phone, plus a video of him grumbling about how “the prickly bastard” kept poking him in the face, dangerously close to taking an eye out. You’d only known you were getting a tree for a few hours at that point. Johnny had woken you up early – the morning after his arrival from a lengthy excursion with work. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning as he told you about his old traditions, showing you a few old photos his sister had dug out of a family album. Then he proposed his idea for the rest of his leave: forging your own Christmas traditions for your first holiday together.

The transient nature of his job meant he’d seldom celebrated in his own home in the last decade. It wasn’t your first year as a couple either; unfortunately, your history with Christmas had been one of separation of many thousands of miles. Maybe, if you were lucky enough, you’d get a quick call with Johnny. But this year, you were your own family unit and able to celebrate Christmas on the actual date. That meant you could do whatever you wanted together, and what Johnny wanted was the full shebang.

Warm lights (the icy ones would be saved for decorating the house) displayed their varieties of settings whilst Johnny fidgeted with the dial, switching back and forth between flashing and . Meanwhile, you unpacked the tree trimmings, ranging from traditional red and golden orbs that reflected a cartoonish version of yourself in the glitter and glass, to a Colin the Caterpillar bauble that Johnny spied and subsequently adopted on your behalf.

You started hanging them up, humming along to the Christmas tunes, thankful that you’d talked Johnny out of going carolling. Meanwhile, he was squinting at the lights before he tugged at your sleeve.

“You don’t think there’s a weird gap here?” His hand waved vaguely around the torso of the tree.

“It’s grand,” You reassured him, rubbing between his shoulder blades as he bent in half to double check the spread of decorations up close. Attempting to match his focus was impossible but it was helping you ignore how he could be called away at any moment. That was the other hidden reason for going all out on the Christmas decorations: Johnny wanted this place to be as cosy and as Christmassy as it could be, like it would comfort you in the instance he wasn’t here. Part of you wished that his job could be as predictable as the so-called most wonderful time of the year. However, the rest of you accepted that it wasn’t and let you continue untangling the endless yards of tinsel to wrap around the banisters later.

Eventually, Johnny tired of peering at the lights and joined in organising where each bauble should go. You suppressed a few giggles whenever he moved a few around so that there was an even (ish) spread, no two decorations put near one another like divorced parents at a family reunion.

“D’you think we should’ve gone with the silver and blue set? Might’ve looked more together, more on theme,” Johnny placed his hands on his hips, clearly conjuring up a variety of variations of what your sitting room could’ve been.

Instead of replying, you finished hanging up the red ceramic heart near the top. Then, from your back pocket, you withdrew and fixed a slightly-too-large Santa hat on his head, adjusting it by the snow white fur trim around his furrowed brow.

“You’d make one hell of a Sexy Santa,” You said when you were pleased with the outcome.

Johnny’s absorption in the festivities broke up in a smile, “Not got the beard for it yet.” And, to prove it, he wrapped his arm around you and forced you to endure his stubbled chin rubbed against your forehead. “Now answer my question please.”

“It looks great,” You insisted, “More personal, less IKEA showroom.”

“Don’t act like you don’t pretend to live in every showroom we come across.”

“That’s all pretend though. This is real, our first real Christmas.”

He kissed you, very sweetly, which didn’t prevent you snorting against his loving lips as you realised his suggestion of silver and blue decorations might have rendered your home appearing more Scottish that him. It struck you as quickly as your next train of thought, your body leaping out of Johnny’s embrace at the eureka moment.

“Oh! We haven’t even-” You and your voice faded down the hallway, words too muffled for even Johnny’s keen ears to decipher. He waited patiently for your return and was rewarded for his patience with you carrying the rest of the bags you just remembered existed, dragging them into the sitting room to complete the claustrophobic crowd of Christmas content.

“Darling, we said we’d wait until we finished the tree first!” Johnny said with no real exasperation in his voice.

“I can’t wait! Don’t make me!” You pleaded, as if you weren’t already opening the little reindeer statues to line up on the window sill. Johnny couldn’t deny you, not with how your face lit up brighter than any collection of bulbs covering your tree – like when he suggested ordering a twerking musical Santa toy. You clapped eagerly at his assent and began humming the opening to "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" whilst placing down each respective model along the ledge.

Just as you were placing Rudolph at the helm, the music came to a halt and the sound of a ringtone took over the speakers, accompanied by Johnny’s phone buzzing on the couch arm. Balancing on one leg as he reached over, his face went stiff and he began to make his way out of the room.

“One sec,” He said, bending down to bestow a kiss on your head as he went past.

Instantly, you connected your own phone to the speaker and turned up the music, knowing Johnny would go straight to his office for the duration of the call as to not be disturbed. But the nature of the call was already disturbing your fragile peace. Your stomach was swirling and promoting a greasy queasiness. Already clumsy enough, the circumstances made it harder for your hands to wedge the batteries into the glowing sleigh.

Trying to tune in to the next song was impossible when there was a lull between the two songs. Your brewing panic took advantage of it and accelerated your noisy thoughts, hitting a crescendo with the footsteps returning to you in ominous timing with your sinking heartbeats.

At least you might have time to put the star on top of the tree together before he went.

“Everything ok?” It came out strained, and the first syllable caught in your throat.

As you looked to see Johnny nodding, you noted there was no bittersweetness hiding on his face.

“Yeah, Price just approved my annual leave. So no more work calls.” A flick of the wrist landed his phone squarely down the back of the couch cushion and retrieved from behind his back - “Ta-da!” – a vermilion and forest green elf hat that he arranged it upon your head before he took your tense body up and spun you to face the mirror over the fireplace.

“What do you think?” He spread his arms out as wide as his grin, glowing over your shoulder with his efforts (and also the ugly jumper he insisted on wearing), both of your reflections surrounded by countless bits of yuletide tat that you’d unpacked but not yet organised circling the half decorated tree. This elf hat likely wasn’t hard to hide a secret purchase amongst all of that. Bells tinkled softly by your ears as you tilted your head.

Effects of emotional whiplash took hold of you and the glowing sleigh dropped from your hands, spewing the three AAA batteries under the couch and into the tinsel pile. You locked yourself around Johnny’s middle with all the strength you could muster. Hard muscles beneath the gentle woollen caress of his jumper were solid enough to ground you back in your holiday paradise, his firm squeezes slowing your heart rate until it was at a regular pace again, his subtle cinnamon cologne (bought special for this time of year) thawing your fears in the hearth of his love for you. You only drew back to bop him on the nose with the bobble from his Santa hat and deliver your answer.

With his rosy cheeks close enough to warm your own, you whispered with teary eyes, “It’s perfect.”

#johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap fanfic #johnny mactavish fanfic #cod x reader #cod fanfic #mw2 fanfic #mw2 x reader #my writing #r: gn #r: fem #wc: >1k

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onboardsorasora · 4 months

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Needed a break from all my WIPs and wrote this little holiday bit. It's set in what I'm now going to call the 'Relaxed & Happy Verse' and this AU is going to be only happy fluffy established relationship drabbles. slices of life if you will. This is the same verse as the Love Letters fluff prompt.

Here are the previous fics in this verse.

Christmas Shopping.

Max leaned back into Daniel’s chest, staring proudly over at the Christmas tree the other had insisted on. This was their first Christmas here at home in Monaco. The first one where they weren’t jetting off to be with the other’s family. It wasn’t planned, it kinda just happened that way and Max couldn’t find it in himself to be mad.

This meant that they actually had to put effort into celebrating. The first step was agreeing to decorate the apartment. They argued about the tree– what size, what shape, even the colour. Then they argued about the coloured theme to decorate the tree. It was then they both realized how truly out of the loop they were when it came to actually making a home Christmassy.

So they went to a store and just picked things up that caught their eye. There was no rhyme or reason, no theme or plan. In the end their tree looked beautiful in Max’s opinion. They had unconsciously agreed to not go over the top, so there was still a lot of ‘tree’ to be seen. It was very them but in a simple way.

They didn’t decorate the rest of the apartment, not really. They got a wreath for the front door and Daniel saw some cute tea towels with Christmas puns on them. But outside of that, the tree was the focal point.

Daniel tilted his neck so that his cheek rested Max’s head. He kissed the crown of his head and pulled him closer.

“I have an idea for presents.” Daniel began ominously. Max peeked up at him curiously. “Ok hear me out.”

“Go on.”

“So– well firstly. Are we gonna do that thing where we agree not to buy each other a gift but then buy multiple gifts and like just hand them to each other and not wait til actual Christmas day? Or do you wanna like have everything be a surprise on one day? Because if you do…..”

Max snorted as Daniel’s speech got faster the more he got excited. It was a good thing he was an expert at translating Daniel’s brain trains.

“Do you want us to wait until Christmas morning to open presents?” Max asked instead.

“Uh, yeah. I think it’ll be fun.”

“Then we’ll do that.” Max said it like it was simple. Because it was.

“Ace! Okay! Then that means we have officially entered an embargo on buying things for ourselves. Lock the doors! Blare the sirens! The embargo has begun!” Daniel cupped his hands around his mouth for his voice to echo around the room. Max laughed heartily at his antics.

This would be their second ever shopping embargo. The first one happened when Victoria gave birth to Lio and Michelle to Isabella and they both had just been sending gifts without even thinking about it. Grace had to call to put a stop to it. They embargoed for four whole months. It was a dark time.

“Ok, now what?” Max leaned onto the arm of the couch so he could see Daniel properly while he laid out the plan. He lifted his feet to rest in Daniel’s lap and Daniel immediately dropped his palm to circle Max’s ankle.

“Right! So.” Daniel grinned. “Now, we figure out whatever gifts we wanna get and we buy them. BUT like, they have to be a secret. Like we have to promise to not like search for them or go poking at them when they're under the tree. Deal?” He held out his pinky and Max eyed him seriously for a minute before hooking his own pinky around Daniel’s.

“Deal. Of course we’ll both be here the whole time, Daniel.” He said it clearly like Daniel hadn’t considered that fact. Daniel grinned a wolfish grin.

“Oh Maxy Max. That's the best part!” He rubbed his palms together deviously. “So like, literally use everything to your advantage. If you need to lock me out onto the patio and close the blinds while you wrap, just like give me some water and my phone charger yeah?”

Max gave a confused eyebrow lift and Daniel continued.

“Yeah like for this to work, we actually have to play along- suspend our disbelief, pretend we’re in a play and there's a backstage or whatever. We’re both gonna be here almost the whole time so there's not many opportunities to sneak shit. So yeah, if you ask me to lock myself in the bedroom so you can go pick up whatever and take your time to put it under the tree. I’ll be in the bedroom, headphones on– music on loud. Until you let me out.” He shrugged.

“Ok. I think I got it. Deal.” Max affirmed and Daniel’s answering smile was as blinding as it was mischievous. What had he gotten himself into?

– - –

Max had gotten lucky within a week of their deal. Daniel needed to fly to the Factory for some last minute set up testing before everyone closed down for the holiday. He’d been able to take his time and picked out a gift he knew Daniel would find hilarious and fall in love with.

Max wrapped the box with Sassy’s management and hid it in one of his suitcases in the storage closet. He then ended up buying two more things, deciding they would make perfect dummy gifts and set them for delivery.

Daniel had come back with a flourish, announcing that he had bought Max’s gift and it was on its way. Max had shaken his head fondly. Daniel was enjoying this thoroughly– Max was too, but Daniel was seemingly brimming with excitement about the whole process.

That excitement reached a peak one afternoon. Max was on stream with the Redline boys, playing one of the geography games where Gianni kept lessening the amount of time every round, when Daniel came barrelling into the sim room.

He dipped into the frame and waved to the camera before plucking the headset off of Max’s head. Max’s complaints were heard in the background even while Enzo and Crane both dissolved into giggled and Gianni tried to calm the chat from asking Daniel a barrage of questions. They knew he was only here to cause chaos and leave.

“Hey boys! Can you do me a favour real quick? I need you guys to keep Max distracted for like 30 minutes.”

“Daniel! You can’t just–” Max was laughing in the background, his glee broadcasting for everyone.

“The rules are that I can use whatever is at my disposal!” Daniel argued. “Thanks guys! Hey chat!” Daniel waved and deposited the headset back on Max’s head and left the room. Leaving Max to deal with the fall out while Daniel wrapped whatever gift he’d bought.

“Mate the chat is going crazy, you’re gonna need to give us something here.” Bennett couldn’t keep his grin off of his face. Max sighed in the most fake, put-upon way. They all knew he was extremely private with his relationship– for obvious reasons. It wasn’t as if they weren’t out or open, but they were both very private people.

“Ok ok! I’ll answer three questions. Make them good Crane.”

“Why give Crane the power?” Gianni complained.

“Because he’s gonna choose shit questions.” Max grinned mischievously into the camera.

“Ok got it. First question Maxy Taxi.” Crane steepled his fingers and raised an eyebrow in a poor evil villain imitation.

“Oh boy.” Bennett couldn’t hold back his giggles.

“First question. What the fuck was all that about?” The group laughed loudly and Max covered his face in his hands.

“I think my Christmas gift just came and of course he wants to make sure I don’t see it.”

“That’s a bit over the top mate.” Gianni pointed out.

“Daniel’s a bit over the top, mate.” Crane shrugged as if it all made sense to him.

“I mean– we are under embargo. Shocking, right?” Max announced to the surprise of the group who nodded sagely, remembering him complaining about the last embargo.

“OG chat knows.” Enzo piped up.

“That counts as a second answer by the way. So one more!” Max cackled when everyone started arguing loudly into their mics.

“Ok ok ok! Fine, last question. What did you get him?” Crane asked.

“Of course I’m not telling you! Then it’ll end up all over the internet and spoil the surprise.” Max snorted, thoroughly enjoying how everyone started ganging up on Crane for the silly question. He didn’t even realize the door to the sim room finally opened until after all the games were done.

“Am I allowed to come out?” He called out into the hallway tentatively. Sassy rubbed her body around his shins.

“Yup! You’re free to go!” Daniel called from what seemed like the kitchen. Max walked into the living room and snorted a laugh. Daniel cackled from the kitchen at his response.

The tree was dwarfed by a large wrapped box leaned up on the wall beside it. It was comical.

“It's just a small gift you know? Something tiny that I saw and thought of you.” Daniel’s grin was so wide it was almost manic. It was clear how proud of himself he was. Max couldn’t help but grin back, hopeless against Daniel’s joy.

“Daniel, you told me it was ‘ornament sized’!” Max laughed breathlessly as he looked at the tree.

“Max, it's so tiny! Look at it getting lost by the tree, you’ll never know it was there if I didn’t point it out to you.”

They laughed for a bit before Daniel’s grin got smug. “Well it seems like I’m in the lead Maxy Max. My gift for you is already here. I’m what you call prepared with a capital P.” Daniel folded his arms and nodded his head. All cocky and self-satisfied.

Max rolled his eyes and looked down at Sassy who seemed to be sharing his reaction to Daniel. He’d had a plan, to present the dummy gifts (that actually were small) before bringing the original gift out with a flourish. But Max was nothing if not a competitive asshole who loved to win. So he smirked at Daniel before turning and walking back down the hallway.

“Max?” Daniel called curiously, hearing the sound of a door opening and shuffling. His eyes widened comically when Max re-entered the room with a large box and placed it gently under the tree.

“Actually Daniel. Your gift, of course, has been here.” Max’s lips quirked upwards as Daniel rewarded him with a breathless laugh, complete with a clap and little hop.

“That's the spirit Maxy!” Daniel walked across the room and pulled Max into his arms. Max was curious as to the nature of Daniel’s gift, but he truly didn’t care. Because this was already one of the best Christmases they’d ever shared.

“I love you, Daniel.” Max murmured, feeling warm all over.

“I love you too, Maxy Max.” Daniel planted a wet kiss on his cheek that had Max dipping his head into Daniel’s shoulder, blushing wildly. Even after all this time.

#Sorry if it dragged on and on #I just needed this out of my head lol #maxiel #max/daniel #maxiel fic #happy relaxed au #relaxed happy

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the-paper-apricot · 7 days

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Paul, Porter and "I love you"

The accepted explanation of the writing of the Wings hit 'Silly Love Songs', including that offered several times over the years by Paul McCartney himself, is that it was a riposte to criticism of his more sentimental love songs as light and insignificant.

I was getting slagged off for writing luv songs. You see, I’m looking at love not from the perspective of ‘boring old love’, I’m looking at it like when you get married and have a baby. That’s pretty strong: it’s something deeper.

Paul McCartney, from Club Sandwich N°47/48, Spring 1988 (cited here)

Although I've never seen this discussed anywhere, it's long seemed to me that there's another possible influence on the song. To my knowledge no one has ever asked Paul directly about this, so what follows remains just my headcanon. (If anyone knows something to the contrary, please let me know!)

Cole Porter, another preternaturally talented Gemini lefty.

While writing the songs destined for the musical Mexican Hayride (1944), Cole Porter was presented with a challenge by his close friend Monty Woolley. (Woolley was an American actor who you may remember in the delicious role of the Professor in the Christmassy classic film The Bishop's Wife.) Woolley reasoned that because Porter's songwriting mastery came in part from his unhackneyed, fresh lyrical ideas, he wouldn't be able to write a hit song with the simple, rather too obvious, repeated refrain of "I love you".

Monty Woolley with Cole Porter

It became a $25 wager, and Woolley also stipulated that his friend include reheated stale lines about spring and "birds on the wing". Porter duly wrote 'I Love You', which was the only standout in the show and in time topped the U.S. Hit Parade for several weeks, so he won his bet.

I would quite like to have been sort of a nineteen-twenties writer, 'cause I like that thing, you know. You know, up in top hat and tails and sort of coming on ... so, this kind of number, I like that thing. But, so this is just me doing it, and pretending I'm living in 1925.

Paul McCartney, talking about 'Honey Pie', interview with Radio Luxembourg, 1968

Melvyn Bragg: What's the longest you've ever worked over a song? 'Cause a lot of the lyrics, the more you read them, the more - and then they always read very straightforwardly and seamlessly, but when you read them again and again they're very complicated, and a lot of internal rhyming going on and a lot of extremely clever play. Does that - do you work on them quite hard? Do you go over them again and again? Paul: Well, you know I'm a fan of all that, the old-fashioned writing. You know, sort of Sammy Cahn's era, you know, Cole Porter, and I do like all that, when it comes off! I mean, I hate just silly rhymes, just, you know - but when it really comes off those are great little things in songwriting. So I was always aware of that from people like Cole Porter. So I'd always try and put something like that kinda thing in, sorta little internal rhymes, you were always going for that kinda thing. ... I can't explain it, you know, I've never been able to explain it, but it's like it comes in out of the blue. It sort of comes at you, you know, and - I'm sure the funnel that it's coming through's a lot to do with it, 'cause your little computer in here - my computer's sort of heard Billy Cotton Band Show going back there, you know and Cole Porter there, and this there and it's heard millions of influences through to Chuck Berry ...

from 'Paul McCartney: Songsmith' (The South Bank Show) January 1978

George Eells' book The Life That Late He Led: A Biography of Cole Porter was published in 1967 and remained the definitive life for about a decade. It mentions the 'I Love You' wager (p212), which became one of the better-known song origin anecdotes.

I have no idea if Paul McCartney knew this story. But I can imagine the professional challenge appealing to him, and perhaps especially tempting is the playful pairing of commercial reward with artistic defiance. 'Silly Love Songs', like 'I Love You' before it, was a big hit: Number 2 in the UK chart, and top of the Billboard chart in the States.

Did he dare himself to write a pop chorus that repeated the refrain "I love you", because Porter had done so? I dunno.* For what it's worth, I think the three melodic lines in the chorus of 'Silly Love Songs' exceed Porter's tune in both beauty and memorability.** (Although I do enjoy this sultry version recorded by Julie London.)

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(*Just like I don't know if 'Why Don't We Do It In The Road' found any precedent in Porter's celebrated and racy-for-its-day song, 'Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love'.)

(**But I mean, you'd expect me to say that, you know I've made paper dolls of him in his little Wings outfits tbf.)

#Apricot's headcanon #Silly Love Songs #Paul McCartney #Cole Porter #'I Love You'#this post brought to you by my weird varied interests

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watchyourbuck · 4 months

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Tease Tidbit Tuesday °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 @wikiangela @daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @callmenewbie @eowon @exhuastedpigeon thank you all! Will be reading your works tonight!💗

We’re back y’all! Finally, after two months of being in a dissociative state trying to graduate college, I’ve finally done it. Good news is I’m motivated; bad news is I still need to rest before throwing myself into writing. For now, have it half way!

I know I made a bullet point list of all the fics I was going to focus on, but the writer’s heart wants what it wants, so I have unfortunately come up with a new idea. It’s kinda Christmassy, not entirely so. You’ll see. I do hope you enjoy it, as it’s not quite my usual cup of tea (while still remaining buddie).

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He had to force himself not to drink it all in one go. Yes, he had a high tolerance threshold, but that didn’t mean he had to tempt fate every chance he got. He stared at the glass for a while, then sipped carefully, like a child drinking hot coco. “What troubles you this evening?” The words made him jump in surprise. He turned to his right in one motion, focusing on the stranger sitting on the stool right next to his. “Holy-,” he exclaimed. “You scared me, man.” Buck frowned. The stools were far enough apart for it to be plausible to have missed him, but he vividly remembered sitting on an empty row. Had he sat down while Buck had been looking around the place? “I assure you it wasn’t my intention to startle you,” the man replied, his voice serious and surprisingly grave. It felt as though he was whispering in his ear, but he hadn’t even turned to look at him yet. “But you don’t wear your emotions well.”

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tagging in return @wildlife4life @loserdiaz @honestlydarkprincess @housewifebuck @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend @mattsire @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddie---diaz @cowboy-eddie @911-on-abc @butraura @hoodie-buck @honestlyeddie @evanbegins @smilingbuckley @fionaswhvre & @theotherbuckley and anyone else who’d like to participate!✨

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moonah-rose · 4 months

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Always get a bit frustrated whenever I see a comment on a kitty-edit that's like "Oh Kitty had such a sad childhood, but at least she has the Captain now."

Don't get me wrong, I love their relationship, it's adorable, he is definitely her dad as evident by how she views him as such in flashbacks the same way Alison is her sister.

But I feel like people forget that their relationship is actually fairly new? She outright says in the first series that she does not like him and that he's only got worse since Alison arrived. It's not until S3 they start to warm to each other and what makes it work so beautifully is how it coincides with Cap becoming more true to his (fabulous) self, rather than trying to be the bossy soldier. Basically he fits the mould of her real father, both good and bad, but the more he subconsciously reminds her of how cold and strict her father could be, rather than his sweeter moments, the less she wants to be around him. When he starts to let his real self show and become more the man she wishes her dad had been is when that bond starts to form. That's what I find interesting about them.

However the suggestion that Cap is the only one to care for her or even the one who cares the most I feel does a real disservice to the other ghosts. They all absolutely adore her in their own way.

Her friendship with Mary was adorable and I love how protective Mary was of her even before Kitty died, insulting her father for ruining her fun, then standing up for her when she stood up for Cap, them gushing over things together like the rice krispies and the snow globe, making up their inventory song, Mary comforting Kitty at the party and putting her to bed. How heartbroken Kitty was at losing her and desperate to believe she would come back.

Every scene she and Pat have together, him being her dance partner but also him being the one to take on trying to explain death to her and doing as a parent would, how he probably did the first time Daley had to deal with death, it's just so relatable how he didn't want to be harsh but needing to be honest.

Julian calling her a "dear, sweet thing", him being the only one to attempt to explain to her how baby's are made (graphic and disturbing as it was), how he's ready to tell her the truth about Santa but as soon as he's sees the look on her face it's enough to melt his Tory heart is the peak Christmassy scene of that episode for me.

Thomas hugging her at the panto (one of only two hugs we get in this show!) and being so grateful for having her as his manager, how gentle he is when he asks to inspect her hands for the spider bite.

Robin knowing her pregnancy shtick is nonsense but going along with it like a brother being roped into his kid sister's make believe, rubbing her feet for her and sitting with her most of the day, him leaving a party that he loves to take moment to encourage her to cry her feelings out and then helping Mary put her to bed, how she only has to call his name and he's jumping in to scare off the plaguers.

Everything with her and Humphey! How she's the one who is the most concerned about where he is and making sure he's in one piece so he's not left behind, these two have the most adorable Uncle and Niece vibes.

Fanny is the only one I feel the show let slide on having her bond with, I think the most progression they have is Fanny praising Kitty's speaking in S4. Kinda miffed about this one because without Mary and with Alison gone, they're the only girls left and it would have been nice if they'd developed a mother-daughter bond.

Last but not least her and Alison! Their relationship is so important to S3 and how it contrasts to Alison's storyline with Lucy. Even though Lucy turns out to be a fake, it's still a good show of the importance of found family as much as blood family, how Kitty is jealous at first but then becomes the catalyst for figuring out who Lucy really is and protecting Alison from being scammed. It's such an important arc for her character that gets sadly forgotten, how she's not smug with joy that Lucy is gone at the end but just expresses sympathy for Alison losing the sister she never had. "You're the sister I never had" was the line that I first choked up at in this show. Also props to Kitty for literally annoying someone into being a true. best friend, she gives the rest of us losers hope!

Overall just how lucky Kitty is at the end of the day, that yes she had this privileged but ultimately toxic upbringing and died very young - but now she's surrounded by these people who absolutely adore her and might not always cope with it the right way but they just want to protect her because she is so sweet and endearing. If I could add any scene to the finale I feel like Alison should have got to have one talk with Kitty where she assures her that yeah they'll be apart but she's always at the end of the phone and will visit often, but also assuring her that she still has SEVEN people who love her to bits which is more than a lot of us get.

#bbc ghosts #ghosts meta #kitty higham #found family

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camellia-salazar · 4 months

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Too late to post on Christmas, too early to post on New Years, just in time to post these in December.

Remember last year that I said I felt like drawing characters in winter clothes? Well this is it. I lost motivation afterwards lol

This was part of the collection of drawings I did a while back, but I reached the limit to that post so I'm posting it here. (Ft. the weird costume box thing I talked about before, the more I think about it the more weird it seems to me).

Getting back into MFN got me to draw the characters so hopefully I improved since the last time I drew some of them. Oh look Gorgon got a mustache now.

The characters I actually wanted to draw from MFN but felt like I should draw Gordon and Ricky first. Still got to draw these guys tho yay

Finished this during both Christmas Eve and Day. But didn't want to post this before the recent MFN fan arts I did. (Also sorry for the bland gray background I can't think of a good one).

Drew this sometime after the Christmas party one. I was gonna give up but then motivation hit me fast so I finished it. I just love to draw characters together like this (Again, sorry for the background).

Started drawing this a couple of months or so ago, but for some reason I stopped drawing it after getting a lot of it done. Then I recently got the motivation to finish it finally and I'm glad I did. (Shouldn't have took so long ngl).

So there you go, some more fan art for whoever likes these characters and/or the stuff they're in. Kinda wish I drew more wintery or Christmassy stuff but I feared not posting it soon before the month ends so yeah.

Thanks for viewing my fan art and reading the texts. Merry (late) Christmas! And Happy (early) New Years!! 🎄🎉

((my favorite part was drawing them sweaters✨))

(i dont got enough tag room to tag every avenue q character on here RIP)

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melodyalanaroster · 1 year

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My Candy Love Love Life Christmas 2022

I had to speed through this event due to my laptop causing me issue... I did try to spend time reading Nathaniel’s dialogue... It was sweet.

I love the illustrations! They’re very Christmassy and warm. I’ve been looking forward to a mistletoe illustration with Nathaniel for years!

The outfits are kinda... Meh. The Warm Awakening outfit is my favorite. I really love the drinks! The bank outfit has the best wig.

I have my candy in something similar to what I will actually wear on Christmas. Something comfortable with a Santa hat.

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dylanmunson · 2 years

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baby parker - five

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AN: what do you wanna see from this series? like what baby milestones and things! this part is only short but uh

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Its december 1st, and parker is crawling around the living area, as i walk between the living area and kitchen on the phone to Robin, coming up with a plan for a christmassy activity for everyone. “Rob i wanna get a tree, like a real one” i sigh she chuckles “where would it go y/n” “dunnnoo” i sigh, “why dont we go to a christmas tree farm i saw an ad for one thats just outside of town, theyve got a santa there as well and a few other bits, we could do that with everyone? Then come back get a smallish fake tree and decorate?”

So here we all are, driving to the christmas tree farm, once we arrive i step out of eddies van and grab parker deciding to carry her instead of grabbing her buggy. Eddie grins kissing the top of our heads “missed you girls” he mumbles, “works been mad” eddie had started an apprenticeship at the tattoo shop in town, as well as working at the car place every other weekend / when they really needed an extra pair of hands. “Doing so well though eds” i grin kissing him softly, he grins “still cant believe i get to do that” he chuckles kissing me. “Oh shh” i grin “are you love birds ready or?” steve sighs.

“We are not meeting the santa, he looks” i stop eddie nods, “agreed, kinda weird arent they” he chuckles “i just dont wanna traumatise the her” i grin, he nods “which is so fair, we can see the reindeer instead” he smiles.

We get to the trees and i smile softly taking in that christmas tree smell. Eddie chuckles next to me, with parker in his arms, “whatcha think park” he grins, “so why arent you getting a real tree?” steve asks, hands on hips as the kids run round. “No space” i smile “and money” i shrug “but mostly the space” i half smile, he nods “well im getting one, your welcome to come help decorate it with the kids if you want” he smiles before walking around to find the right tree.

Eddie smiles kissing my head, taking my hand as we walk around looking at all the trees. “Hey sweetheart?” he grins i hum and look towards him “we could get you this one” he smiles “its small enough” i shrug “i dont think it will ed, plus its the money” i chuckle, “i’ll get it” he smiles coming closer to me, i shake my head “bub its fine honestly” i smile putting my hands on his cheeks, “probably not the best either with this one crawling around the place now anyway” i smile, kissing my daughters cheeks, she giggles before hiding away in eddies chest.

We walk around the farm area seeing the different animals before heading home, “everyones going to steves tonight to decorate his tree do you wanna go?” eddie says as we drive back i shake my head “just wanna go home eds” i smile softly “you sure? I know you had your heart set on a real tree, and he got one i know its not yours buut” i shake my head “i just wanna go to bed” i chuckle he nods “ok hunni” he smiles placing a hand on my thigh.

We get back to the trailer and i rush into the bathroom, “sweetheart” eddie calls, parker in his arms “just a sec ed” i quickly change before flushing the loo, washing my hands and walking out “hi” i half smile, “you ok?” he asks, a worried look on his face i nod “just got my period is all” i shrug “havent had a proper one since having her and it just hit me like a ton of bricks” i pout leaning against him.

“Oh sweet, you shouldve said” he says rubbing my back. “Go sit, put your feet up and i’ll get you a hot water bottle and meds” he says “to good for me munson” i sigh doing as told.

I sit on the sofa, with park in my lap, “say muma” i smile at the little girl “mmmm” she grins, clapping her hands “mummmaaa” i smile “mmmmm” she giggles. Eddie comes over with a hot water bottle and meds “thank you” i mumble he smiles sitting beside us, taking parker as i take the meds. “Da” she grins at eddie, i swallow the pills and look at eddie. “Da!” she shouts giggling. “Baby” eddie smiles softly at me, “dat, whos dat?” he grins “dats eddie bub” he smiles softly “daaa” parker says again giggling. “Ed, hun, i dont think shes saying dat” i smile, he nods looking at the little girl. Parker begins babbling in eddies arms, and hes straight to the baby voice and having a mini convo with her.

I watch them both and smile softly, parker reaching to eddies face and giving his cheek an open mouth kiss, or what she thinks is a kiss anyway.

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berrygameplay · 1 year

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Berry Gameplay’s 2022 Advent Calendar Day 16

Tannenbaum’s Tree Farm by @rosesupposesmanythings

So this is Winterfest…. And what have you done? Probably not much because there’s no seasonal events in TS4. SO I bring you Tannenbaum’s Tree Farm! Inspired by TS3 Seasonal Festivities, Instagram Aesthetics and my love of Christmas trees, I bring you a functional festive park for cute Christmassy outings for your sims.

Featuring a rink, bandstand, cocoa carts, play park, log cabins and a Christmas Tree Farm proposal spot, this park works for a family outing, a cute overnight staycay, a teen date or anything else you want winter wonderland vibes for.

Tannenbaum’s is CC free and on a 50x40 lot.. I tried to use as few packs as possible but you’ll definitely need the free Holiday items for it to look like the pics. I also used some Cottage Living, City Living and Seasons items though not having these packs shouldn’t affect the overall function, you’ll just be missing a coffee cart/a decor item mostly.

I built the lot to replace the park in Copperdale that is ugly and has nothing to do, as this has appropriate foliage and also kinda ties into the pier but you can put it wherever you like.

Enjoy!

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#simblr advent #simblradvent #bgd advent #ts4cc #s4cc #berry sweet sims

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starcrossedyanderes · 1 year

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Christmas Shopping

I know it’s been a while.. but here’s a bit of a Christmas special! I’m kinda busy with a whole lot of baking, so I just decided to release this early!

Xavier

He couldn’t believe he was out in public, wearing simply a black hoodie and sunglasses. And the hoodie up, nonetheless!

Xavier shudders at the notion but the fact is, his current attire isn’t very.. princely.

But he supposes love makes a person do crazy things.

And Xavier was far past that point.

If you ever doubt his love for you, his darling, just know he went incognito in public for you.

The occasion? Christmas shopping.

Now he obviously bought you loads of gifts but he wanted to get you something.. more personal. Something he had to go shopping for himself.

That’s what lead him to the Kate Spade store.

Today he was going to buy you your first designer bag.

This was something he wouldn’t trust any servants with. He wanted your first bag to be special. Perfect. And he had just the one in mind.

He wanted your present to be somewhat Christmassy and he believed in his spies reports on your internet searches (yes he knows everything you look up) in the past you were looking at some Kate Spade knockoffs.

So he quickly grabbed the items and walked up to the counter.

“Hello, sir, is that all for you today?”

He resigned himself to a simple nod.

“Alrighty, your total would be..”

He quickly pulled out his Centurion Amex to simply get the ordeal over with.

“Oh.. alrighty then. If I could get your signature?”

He did so in silence as well. The woman turned the screen around only to gasp at the name.

But by then he was basically out of the store.

But all the effort was worth it to see your face light up.

He got you the polar bear Kate spade bag, with matching wallet.

Avery

Avery is actually fond of Christmas since it means he can pull out the cardigans and what not. But the thing is he almost exclusively shopped online. Since he doesn’t feel comfortable going out really.

But with you guys now sharing a residence you might open up the delivery and ruin the surprise!

So he has to do something he despises. Interacting with humans. (That aren’t you, of course.)

He went into a Target for you. That’s a lot for Avery.

Now something I tend to forget about Avery is the fact that he is a major gamer. And he likes to play games with you so he wanted to get you a gift for your shared interests!

He got you a giant korok plush! (For those unaware it’s a Legend of Zelda thing)

He also might have crocheted you a lil something..

Rygel

He doesn’t really do Christmas, surprise surprise. Honestly it’s a legitmate surprise he got you anything. But his ‘Mom’ happens to be obsessed with Pinterest so made him get you something.

They just don’t have Christmas where he’s from. They don’t really do holidays in general.

For one you will definitely get a cookie box from Rygel’s ‘mom’. Like, a real nice one. (She totally didn’t just pay someone to make the whole thing.)

Rygel gets you two things. Exactly what you wanted to the exact detail. In fact something you may not have been really aware you wanted. (Don’t question his psychic abilities). His ‘mom’ also insisted on a more personal gift so he got you a star chart of the exact you 2 met. This includes the stars your planet doesn’t even know about.

Emmett

Emmett gives you his presence. He is a ghost after all. He can manipulate the air enough and play the piano and sing for you though.

#starcrossedyanderes #yandere #romance #original character #yandere romance #yandere male #xavier devorsky #yandere prince #xavier #yandere oc #avery #rygel #beauty and the birds #emperor rygel #fluff #emmett clementine #christmas

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 4 months

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A vaguely jazzy-sounding remix of a pop Christmas song was playing softly, and lights were glinting off an abundance of cheap silver and lilac garlands. Plucky plastic white pines adorned with sparkly rainbow-shaped ornaments dotted the entire place. It was a relatively classy establishment eleven months of the year, and Steve thought that the exception was quite adorable. There was something comforting in tacky, especially in a gay bar.

He immediately spotted Bucky sitting at the counter. He chuckled at himself, at the way his chest still did that glowy, squeezy feeling it did when he saw Bucky after some time, or even after no time at all. Sam had teased him on the way back from the trip, guessing exactly what had Steve excited like a puppy at the prospect of going home. It had been just a few days, really, and he knew Bucky was comfortably home in New York, enjoying leisure time. But he still couldn’t wait to be with him again.

Bucky looked so soft in his loose hair bun and cozy knit sweater, sipping something creamy-colored from a margarita glass, and Steve lingered for a few moments to observe him, feeling a warmth in his chest that wasn’t from stepping indoors from the winter open air, and eventually reached the counter.

“What’s a guy as handsome as you doing all alone in here?” he asked as he sat on the stool next to Bucky.

A brief flash of surprise appeared on Bucky’s features, and then a smile bloomed across his face, lightening up his eyes, and it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Oh, my husband is on a work trip,” he replied with a delighted grin.

“And leaves you here on your own? So close to Christmas? You should dump him.”

Bucky laughed. “Maybe I should, but he’s kind of a big important guy, and it’s kinda sexy.”

Steve chuckled. “Is that so?”

“M-mh,” Bucky nodded, wrapping his arms around him. “Also, I don’t actually care about Christmas, but don’t tell him this, ‘cos he’s a romantic and loves all this stuff.”

“Mmm,” Steve just replied. It wasn’t completely true that Bucky didn’t care about Christmas, because he might be Jewish, but he was like a cat, and shiny ornaments and twinkly lights had him enchanted. Those and the food. In a different world, a lifetime ago, he’d help Steve’s mom with putting up the decorations, claiming it was to take the burden off Steve, who at that point of the season would inevitably be waging a war against his lungs, but the truth was that he was ecstatic about it.

“So how was the trip?”

Steve smiled. “It was alright. Sam did most of the talking, which is good, he’s more diplomatic than I am.”

“Diplomatic is not a word I’d use for either you or Sam, but a rabid raccoon would be more diplomatic than you, so I can believe it.”

Steve chuckled as he sank a hand in the hair just above Bucky’s neck. “You’re beautiful.”

Bucky beamed softly and leaned forward to press his lips against Steve’s. Bucky was still a bit cautious with showing affection in public, but in gay bars he let all his guards down, just like they’d always done. Steve, on the other hand, had the constant urge to just be as obnoxious as possible with their affection, which was probably further proof that there was something irrevocably broken with his sense. But there was something inside of him that screamed to shove their love in the world’s face, to force people to see them. He felt a little glee at paparazzi pictures, even if he wasn’t supposed to, but inside of him a little voice said, look at us, look at us, see us, see, see .

“You still have things to do before the holidays, or—?”

“Nope. I’m free to give my full, undivided attention to this really hot guy I know.”

Bucky grinned. “Lucky him.”

Steve pressed a gentle kiss against his mouth.

“What are you drinking?”

“I asked the bartender to make me something yummy and creamy and christmassy.”

“You asked for eggnog in a margarita glass?”

“So? It’s Christmas. No point in living in a majority Christian country if I cannot take advantage of it.”

KEEP READING ON AO3

#my fic #stucky #stevebucky #stucky fic #stevebucky fic #christmas fic #mcu #this is from last year but this year i had barely the spoons to exist let alone write #so i'm just reposting this

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littlesmartart · 1 year

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merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!

as gutted as I am to be effectively letting this AU go, I just know I'm never going to get around to finishing the fic, and people asked for the stuff that I had, so here you go - everything I've written for it can be found here, and then the notes for the rest of the plot after that are below the cut. I hope you guys enjoy this silly christmassy mess :)

Louis panics about whether to get Lestat a present, general anxiety but: he restructured his entire life for her, he gave up his dreams of being a writer and took a boring accounting job, he split up with the love of his life for her to protect her from their issues, HE CAN PUT UP WITH LESTAT BEING AN ASSHOLE FOR A COUPLE DAYS

Day One: Lestat rocks up in a sports car with snow tires, baggage only just fits, they tag team entertaining Claudia on the drive, listen to Disney songs, take turns driving, when Claudia falls asleep Lestat switches it to his own music and it's really good??? Very inconvenient (reference Lestat's music career history), get to hotel and there's two double beds, Lestat shares with Claudia, Louis turns round and sees TATTOOS and SOFT DAD INTERACTIONS and immediately runs off to take a (cold) shower before bed

Day Two: travel goes smoothly, Louis didn't sleep well and can't stop thinking about how hot Lestat is so is Grumpy Pants, he and Lestat have some close calls on arguments, very tense, then it starts snowing, they keep driving but break down, will be over an hour before the breakdown folks get there, only one blanket and Claudia is getting worryingly cold, they're starting to get concerned when a TRUSTWORTHY UNIFORM AUTHORITY MAN (police? Ranger?) turns up on a bike and offers to take Claudia to the diner in the nearest town to warm up, they reluctantly let her go (swap numbers, look at his badge, take down his bike reg, etc) then SHARE THE BLANKET… Lestat blames himself, emotional and horny moment, wind up making out obviously, then breakdown people turn up and interrupt them, they collect Claudia and book in at a motel with one double bed (Claudia sleeps between them… for warmth of course)

Day Three: Louis sleeps in and wakes up to Lestat and Claudia being adorable dancing and making breakfast in the kitchenette (reference when Claudia was a baby), Louis is high key having Feels by this point, they make it to the cabin and Gabs is already set up, the Tension cools off a bit

they mostly get along with a bit of bickering but generally... it's really NICE. Worryingly nice. Louis is really enjoying himself actually, if he could just get over how FRUSTRATINGLY ATTRACTIVE Lestat is insisting on being. And also... surprisingly... grown up? Like, still fun and goofy like always, but he's also being responsible and doing his fair share of actual parenting? And Louis is. Feeling some kinda way about this.

Christmas Eve: they do Christmassy shit and it's cute and fun, and Lestat absolutely gets out a guitar and does carols and sings with Claudia and Louis is just internally combusting. He says goodnight to Claudia and helps tuck her in, then goes out onto a balcony to clear his head. Gabs follows him out and sits with him and is like "So." And Louis just frantically word vomits at her about how Lestat has grown UP and got so good at this, and isn't being awful any more, and he shouldn't be feeling like this and he can't do anything because it's not fair on Claudia, what if it doesn't work out, she'll just get hurt again, oh god, this is a mess.

And Gabs is like "have you considered having any communication about this whatsoever with Lestat" and he is like NO OF COURSE NOT!!!!! And Gabs just sighs and is like "have you considered the fact that a lack of communication is partly what destroyed your relationship before" and Louis is like. Fucking. Dammit. You're right. And Gabs exits stage left with another deep sigh because oh my god, these morons.

Then naturally Lestat comes out with hot chocolate and they sit together quietly and drink. And Louis says, very softly, that he's had a really good time. And Lestat is like, were you expecting to not have a good time? And Louis gives him a flat look and points out that last time they were together for more than an hour at a time they wound up having a screaming row. And Lestat says, well, we've changed. And Louis reaches over and squeezes his hand and says, I know.

AND THEN THEY KISS

AS THE SNOW FALLS

(Louis demands they go to couples therapy)

#humanAU #AUs #loustat #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #gabrielle de lioncourt #claudia de lioncourt #vampire chronicles

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year

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HI STEPH! How has your December been?

Hey Lovely *HUGS*

LOL do you want the "Tumblr happy place" version or the "might be a bit depressing" version??

Tumblr-mask version: It's been alright. We've got some snow now, and it feels a bit more Christmassy. Glad I'm on holidays and just enjoying the time off :)

Real life version: We've got some snow now, and I hate snow. And life's been a bit of a gong show for the past month or so. (cw below cut, medical, retail frustration, and depression mentions)

TL;DR: It's December. Hopefully the new year looks a bit more promising <3

As you all know, this kind of all started back when my job was very uncertain. I had a bit of a brief break when I got my raise and talked with the chief of staff. Few weeks, maybe, then just the desire to have a holiday started to kick in because I realized how EXHAUSTED I was.

I recently went though a pain in the ass experience with my car's manufacturer regarding a small repair on my car that was only supposed to be a one day thing and turned into nearly 3 weeks of me not having a car and them refusing to give me a rental because I don't have an "extended warranty" even though I'm still covered under a warranty. Because of the kind of person I am, this spiralled me into a nightmare scenario of me stressing about not having a car three weeks before Christmas, fighting with the dealership to give me SOME sort of compensation (and failing) and them not being able to tell me when I get my car back – I wanted it back before my Christmas break this week because I prefer to go out during the work week when it's less busy. Anyway, coincidence or not, the missing part MYSTERIOUSLY arrived two days after I escalated my situation with the head office telling them their customer service was shit (in a nicer way, of course, LOL), so I at least have it back now. But not an experience I would wish on my worst enemy, it was THAT stressful.

Leading up to Christmas, work was insane. We're short-staffed and just... no one was "feeling it" this year. We're all tired and we all just want holidays. I took off three extra days since I still had time to book off, so my holidays started sooner than everyone else, and I am so glad I did it. I'm not looking at anything work-related for the next two weeks, thanks.

I don't like winter at all where I live (it's always gloomy and wet; rarely any sun at all), and it feels like my brain is rotting from all the Christmas shit being shoved down my throat. There, I said it. I don't like Christmas, haven't since my dad passed away 2 weeks after Christmas over a dozen years ago. I like the aesthetics of it – the lights, the decorations, the hot cocoa and fancy drinks – but it's TOO MUCH for TOO LONG, and by the time Christmas is here I am DONE. I'm TIRED of people being SHOCKED that I don't like Christmas... ugh. PLUS my seasonal depression spikes badly at Christmas because all people seem to do is like to remind me how alone I am. Like thanks, appreciate it. UGH. The only thing I like about Christmas is that my work gives us 2 weeks every year between Christmas and New Year, and I spend most of that alone watching movies, drinking cocoa or playing video games. It's wonderful. I hear about everyone in my extended family having to visit all these people on Christmas day and I'm like LOL I'm in my jammies watching the Avengers, thanks, you keep that stress.

Christmas is EXTRA kinda poopy this year because one of my closest extended family members found out they have throat cancer at the beginning of November. They're in chemo right now and in good spirits, so I'm trying to stay positive about it, but it's hard to not think about, you know?

Discovering a lot about myself in therapy, and it's mentally draining. That's all I'm comfortable sharing right now.

I'm just all around TIRED and LONELY and feel like no one cares about me, y'know? I feel like I'm never going to be anyone who accomplished something worthwhile (and before y'all say it, my BRAIN LOGICALLY KNOWS THIS IS ALL FALSE, but my wires get crossed and the depression sinks in instead with the intrusive thoughts – My therapist finds it fascinating that I have this kind of awareness and she's trying to find a way to work around it). Some days are worse than others, especially in the winter in this city going on month 2 of no sunshine, UGGGHHH. Having moods that change with the weather REALLY fucking sucks.

AND I've been looking again at getting a cat, but I think I might have to once again put it on the back-burner, because my phone is finally crapping out (it's an iPhone 6S Plus, so it's OOOOOOOLLDD by today's standards) with the camera jittering and the battery barely lasting 4 hours in standby mode, so I might have to get a new one sooner than later. AND I also want to re-look at getting a mortgage again so I'm ready when the housing market inevitably crashes and I can get a condo cheaper than 500K :/ My rent is still cheaper right now because I'm so grandfathered in that I'm paying under 1000$ right now for rent, so staying where I am is the SMART thing, but I'm miserable because the space is too small now. ANYWAY, money. Can't get a cat right now AGAIN because of money. Ugh. I'm not broke by any means, I just.......... am so annoyed my single-person groceries have gone from 50$ a week to 150$ a week, and I HATE HATE HATE it. It's ridiculous. Finally get a raise but I can never catch a break, it seems :/ It's not Avacado Toast, Karen, it's the whole damned economy.

So yeah, that's basically it. I don't talk about myself that much here because I am a fairly private person. I don't like bothering people with my problems because I always feel like a burden. Sometimes, though, I just wish I had a human person I could visit regularly to chat with (that I don't have to pay for, LOL), is all. AND my blog is my happy place, so I try to keep it positive where I can.

Hope you're having a good month, and I hope the holidays treat you well <3

#steph replies #chatting with lovelies #about me #negativity cw #depression cw #my ramblings

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