'tis the season to be jolly!


- Tis the season to be jolly. Jolly inducing despair.

Junko’s just despairing over shipping these gays


Pairings: Reader x Tony

Requested By @aymayzing: Reader x Tony where everybody tries to get them together by hanging mistletoe everywhere but fail miserably. Tony joins chat and says that the plan was stupid cuz she would never feel for him the way he feels for her than Reader joins chat Thank You!            

Scott has created a chatroom.

Scott has added Loki.

Scott: You have magic, right? You can do all those tricks and illusions.

Loki: It is not mere tricks! It is complicated and far beyond your mortal comprehension.

Scott: Uh huh cool. So can you lure Y/N and Tony under some of the mistletoe being put up?

Loki: Why would I help you?

Scott: Please…?

Loki: Well, since you asked nicely.

Scott: Really?

Loki: No. I am not obligated to do anything for you. Why are you even here? I leave to conquer Asgard and the team adopts some insect.

Scott: Upset that they replaced a cockroach with an ant? It’s an upgrade if you ask me.

Loki: I am cursing you.

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Jolly Time


Summary: After a little run in with Sam, an old flame, the reader and him get reacquainted….

Request: Okay well I don’t know if you do this… and it’s totally not the season but can you do one where sam and a girl have sex and he ties her hands together with Christmas garland? Omg it’s stupid but…

Pairing: Sam x reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: SMUT (bondage, nsfw), language

A/N: Sorry it took so long to write lol I’m not very good at writing smut… Requests will be back open on Thursday :)

It had been a few years since (Y/N) had last saw Sam Winchester and his brother, Dean. She had met them when they rescued her from a spirit who was targeting people of the small town she lived in. Since then, she hightailed her ass out of there and a couple hundred miles west. She gotten a job at a party supply store that helped pay rent. For some reason, Sam had lingered in her mind. Back then, she thought he could have been something more, but turns out he was just a passing fancy. Or was he? It was a Monday which was the worst day in (Y/N)’s opinion. This particular Monday bothered her the most. It was the anniversary of her attack, but she could barely call it that. If she could, she’d take off work, but her boss desperately needed her so she sucked it up and went into work. Today, she was the only one working. It was 3:45 p.m and nearing the end of her shift which ended at 4 p.m. (Y/N) held a broom in her hand and swept the floor behind the cashier counter, looking down at it and trying to block out the natural world until the little bell that hung above the store’s entry rang. Her head shot up and she couldn’t believe her eyes. Sam fucking Winchester. She gulped and put her head back down as he made his way over to where the merchandise was. If he was here, that could only mean that after monster was in her new town. How lucky. She listened to his footsteps and shook at the idea of talking to him again. It was going to happen. She was the only employee here. She let out a quiet sigh and put her broom down. Suddenly, a pile of stuff was put on the counter and she looked up to see him. It took him a moment, but he recognized her. He was just like she remembered. He had that longing look in his eyes with the kind personality that radiated off of him.

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👑✨my favorite Jaebum looks✨👑  #9

       ↳ “MAD” Fansigning Event @Suwon

Welcome to campy gay pulp of the 1960s! Published in 1967 by Don Holliday (real name Victor J. Banis), who authored more than 60 books between 1963 and 2011, Holiday Gay is the 8th book in the C.A.M.P. series featuring a lead described as a “swishy gay ‘007′-type agent.”

Here’s the official summary of the book: 

Would you believe a lavender Santa swishing down the chimney? Well how about Jackie Holmes in little girl drag, chasing the jewels to the tune of the Pearly Freecock as played by Birdie Wing and the Swallow Children? Cruise in for a while… ‘tis the season to be gay and jolly…

oh, the festivities

1.3k // fluff // no tw // part of a collection of snowbaz memories

happy birthday @eroticgropefest !!! i hope you have the most wonderful of birthdays !!! have a badly timed christmas fic in celebration i now have christmas carols stuck in my head oops enjoy!

december 1

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun is it to ride
In a one horse open sleigh

It was snowing outside. And there were Christmas carols playing, sounding suspiciously like they were coming from the kitchen.

Baz, half asleep still, rolled over, only to find the other half of the bed to be empty. Huh.

“Simon, love, why are you up at”—Baz rolled over and glanced at the clock—“six in the morning? And why are there Christmas carols playing in the kitchen?”

Simon bounced back into the room, hands wrapped around a mug. (Was that coffee? Hot chocolate? Baz couldn’t tell.)

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Straight White Boy Problem #888

*mom turns on her Pandora Christmas channel, “deck the halls” comes on*

Me: *very Softly in the vicinity of my home*🎵..tis the season to be jolly🎵

Brother: *realizes I’m singing and joins in* fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la 🎵🎵🎵

Together: *softly*🎵don we now….our ….. gay… ………Apparel????


brother: …so does that mean we have to go buy gay clothes for Christmas….i can’t do that. im on a budget

me: idk bro but help me find…actually never mind, I just found it *puts my nike sweatshirt on*

anonymous asked:

liam and eleanor angsty but happy ending fic please

Here you go! I hope this fits what you were looking for!

Christmas in Cordonia
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them unharmed when I am done.

Author’s Notes- This is a response to a request for angst with a happy ending and it was also inspired by this week’s ChoicesCreates prompt “animals” since my head canon has always involved Liam getting Eleanor a very special present for their first Christmas together.

Pairing- Liam/MC

Rating- PG

Summary- Eleanor is having a hard time adjusting to Christmas in Cordonia until a special surprise from Liam reminds her of the most important things in life.

Words- 862

Christmas was almost my undoing.

I had been in Cordonia six months by then and I thought I was adjusting well. And I was, until December. I don’t know if it was the warm weather or the lack of pine trees, but it suddenly hit me how far from home I was. Except, this was my home.

They celebrated Christmas in Cordonia, of course, it just wasn’t the same as I was used to. I tried to learn the customs of my new home and forget about Christmas in the Us. About the tree at the Rockefeller Centre, the way the streets bustled with Christmas shoppers, and the sounds of Christmas music everywhere I went. Snow.

I’d never spend another Christmas in New York.

“How are these?” Hana asked, motioning to a platter of freshly decorated cookies.

“Perfect,” I said, grabbing one. I had mentioned the other day that one of the things I loved about Christmas was baking cookies with my cousins and Hana had immediately volunteered to bake with me.

So we had taken over the small kitchen in the royal wing of the palace and had spent the day making dozens and dozens of cookies. It was fun.

Chatting with Hana as we baked, stealing cookie dough, watching in awe as Hana turned simple sugar cookies into masterpieces. It reminded me of home.

“I wish there was snow,” I complained, staring at all the green around me.

“You can always spend Christmas with Olivia,” Drake suggested with a smirk, obviously not moved by my plight.

I glared at him, refusing to admit how tempting I found the idea.

“What do you mean I can’t go shopping?” I whined, despite myself, glaring at Bastian.

I had been looking forward to an afternoon wandering the mall, listening to bad Christmas music and shopping for gifts.

“It’s impossible to secure the mall this time of year,” he said apologetically, “we can arrange for you to visit a few of the upscale boutiques or we can have a selection of items brought to the palace for you to consider.”

I wanted to protest some more, but… I didn’t. I guess I had known that by agreeing to marry Liam, I was giving up a “normal” life and apparently that included Christmas shopping.

“Is everything alright?” Liam asked me a few days before Christmas, his blue eyes full of concern.

“Just tired,” I dismissed, not willing to tell him what was bothering me. There was nothing he could do to change my situation and it would just make him feel bad.

“The pre-Christmas whirlwind is a little exhausting,” he agreed, kissing my head. “Are you looking forward to your first Christmas in Cordonia, Eleanor?”

I knew I couldn’t tell him the truth, that I was starting to dread it, so instead, I found another truth to tell him. “I’m looking forward to our first Christmas together.”

He smiled and pulled me close to him, “me too.”

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly,/ Fa la la la la, la la la la/ Tis the season to be jolly,/ Fa la la la la, la la la la.” Maxwell sang loudly on Christmas Eve since Liam and I had invited a few friends to have a private celebration with us.

I laughed for the first time in weeks. There was something so cheerful about Maxwell’s bad singing that it immediately improved my mood.

Just then, Liam entered the room, carrying a big box with a bright red bow.

“I thought we weren’t exchanging gifts until tomorrow,” I commented as he handed me the box.

“This gift is special,” he said with a smile.

I could feel everyone watching me as I carefully lifted the lid and peered into the box. “Liam!” I exclaimed at the sight of the cutest gray and white kitten I had ever seen.

“Merry Christmas, Ellie,” he said with a smile, watching as I picked the kitten up, “I know this Christmas hasn’t been quite what you’re used to and I wanted to do something special. Besides, it’s our first Christmas together, seems like a good time to adopt our first best.”

I beamed at him, cradling my kitten in my arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he told me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “What are you going to call her?”

“Noelle,” I said immediately, “after all she’s a Christmas kitten.”

Drake groaned, but Hana smiled. “I think that’s the perfect name. She’s adorable.”

“She really is,” I agreed, bubbling with happiness, my previous melancholy having disappeared at the thoughtfulness of Liam’s gesture.

Maybe Christmas in Cordonia wouldn’t be the same as the ones back home, but my last few Christmases in the States hadn’t been that great, anyway. If I were there, I’d probably be alone or with a few cousins, but desperately missing my parents and longing for the family Christmases we used to have. But here I was, surrounded by people who loved me and who wanted me to be happy.

I couldn’t think of a more appropriate way to spend Christmas. Even if there was no snow.

-          End

Little one ~ part 2

As requested here is a part 2! Enjoy xx ——

The first part can be found here

http://imagine-that-one-thing.tumblr.com/post/154495392611/little-one ——

“If I have to hear one more Christmas song I will go somewhat insane, love.” Harry announces with a heavy huff, not being keen on the repetition of Christmas songs echoing through the house as you bake your annual Christmas cookies. “Awah, are you being the Grinch tonight, baby?” You gently chuckle, looking over at him as he sits up on the couch after lying down for the last hour with his eyes clued to his phone.
“No, can we listen to something else?”
“Will you watch a Christmas movie when I’m done baking?” You bribe, overhearing yet another lament escape his lips.
“I’m all Christmas out for the night.”
“You sound like the Grinch.”
“C'mon, let’s have a break and play non Christmas music.”
“No, it’s Christmas.” You shake your head, scooping cookie dough into your hand and rolling it into a ball to place on the baking tray. “Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl.” You hum along to your phone, another grunt escaping from Harry. “Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.” The lyrics roll off your tongue, your eyes watching as Harry gets off the couch— shaking his head, nearing closer to the kitchen. “Either my singing is terrible, or you’re really a bit peckish.” You wink, observing as he rolls eyes,
“This song is the worst.” He comments, eyeing the cookie dough as you continue to make biscuits.
“It’s not bad.” You disagree,
“It sexualises Santa, its overly rated and I’d rather listen to Rudolph the red nose reindeer.” He remarks, the sounds of whining beginning to ring through the house. “I’ll get him, please turn the sexualising Santa song off.” Harry graciously instructs, walking towards the stairs to get the newly awaken boy.

Harry emerges down the staircase with a still slumberous boy, his hair a hopeless situation, his little legs beginning to bounce around, his chubby hands rubbing his eyes. “Nice song choice.” Harry rolls his eyes, his words biting him in the ass as ‘Rudolph the red nose reindeer’ plays through your phone.
“You said you’d rather listen to this.” You shrug with a grin, your sons eyes radiating over at you and the cookies.
“Mhm, I guess… Ah, is mummy making cookies? Mhm, she is.” Harry begins to enthusiastically wake your son up, rubbing his little tummy and bouncing him. “Mummy thinks she’s not going to share. Isn’t she wrong? Yes she is, yes she is.” Harry continues to coo,
“I can hear you, you know?” You curiously ask, observing as Harry makes your son bursts out laughing and grin widely with his silly faces. “Yes, I know.” Harry nods, “oh I forgot, Niall said he’d watch this lil pumpkin tomorrow.”
“Great, I can have you to myself for longer than three minutes in bed.”
“I take offence to that.” He gasps,
“Whatever, will you help me with these?” You sigh, getting tired of rolling the chocolate dough into balls. Harry nods and places your son down to wonder the living room. You look up and see your son mesmerised by the Christmas lights, once again staring at them as he sits by the tree, occasionally pulling at the Christmas balls on the bottom. “Fuck.” Harry has a petulant outburst of a bad temper, dropping some chocolate to the floor,
“Language.” You nudge him, “it’s okay, there’s plenty of dough.” You add, observing as he grumbles a few things under his breath. “Do you want to go to bed?” You question, noting how he’s considerably cranky, which is expected, he probably hasn’t slept in a while. After all, once he got home he was side tracked with trying to make a little girl with you instead of sleeping. “Is that an invitation or an instruction?” He questions,
“Harry, you’re being ill-tempered. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, placing a small kiss to your cheek before eyeing your son. “He’s taking the decorations off the tree.” Harry points out, causing you to somewhat chuckle at your sons doings. He’s always finding something to do or to get into, he’s considerably playfully mischievous in a cute little way. “Damnit.” Harry utters, dropping another ball of chocolate dough, “I’m fucking done, fuck— sorry!” He sighs managing to cuss a few times and apologise for his use of language.
With a chuckle you respond, “you need a nap,”
“I need a beer.” He sighs, looking at you for some sort of approval.
“I’ll finish this, go grab a beer and relax.” You instruct, continuing to merrily make the cookies.

You place the cookies on a plate and place them in the fridge walking into the living room to find a leaden-eyed Harry and a joyfully babbling away little boy. “He’s never going to say Daddy.” Harry yawns as your son walks with a waddle to you, holding his arms up. You pick him up and sit on the couch beside harry. “He will. Do you wanna talk to mum?” You coo, smiling at the little boy, watching his eyes gleam with joy, “say mumma, mumma.” You pronounce, your little boy sitting on your legs and throwing his hands around lightheartedly. “Harry, go to bed before you fall asleep on the couch.” You whisper, watching as his eyes begin to leisurely close,
“Mhm.” He sounds, already beginning to drift,
“Harry.” You gently nudge him, his eyes opening, “the couch isn’t comfy enough to sleep on.” You smile, standing up and holding your son on your hip. “C'mon.” You instruct, gesturing towards the stairs.
“I’m comin’ I’m comin’” harry nods, forcing himself off the couch. You turn the Christmas tree off and climb the stairs, your son squirming in your arms as you reach the top. You place him down and let him waddle his way down the hallway, almost falling over his own little feet. “He’s clumsy, he takes after you.” You chuckle, turning to look at a dreary eyed Harry,
“I can’t dispute that.” Harry yawns, walking behind you as you step into the bedroom, your son already playfully bouncing around the room. “I’m so fucking tired, please tell me I don’t have to be up early.” Harry drowsily blathers, forgetting the little ears in the room. “Shit, sorry. I promise I’ll get better.” He gives you a small smile as he scoops up the little boy in his arms, “don’t repeat what daddy says when he’s tired.” Harry utters to the boy, tickling his belly and making the little one giggle aloud. “We need to tell your Mum whether we are driving to her house for Christmas or not.” You remind harry as he lies on the bed and plays with his son.
“Uh, what are your parents doing?”
“They said whatever works for us.”
“Why don’t we just invite your parents to mums?” Harry offers, “they like each other and it makes it easier. I don’t want to drive two hours to your parents and then have to drive another two hours to mine when we get back.” He continues, making a valid point. Usually you drive two hours to your parents Christmas Eve, stay the night and drive back and drive two hours to his parents. But with a toddler in the mix of things it’s not exactly the best of ideas. “We can see, he’s going to fuss in the car for four hours.” You gesture towards the little one,
“Mhm. Baby, you wanna say daddy yet? Daddy, d-a-d-d-y.” “Harry give him a break.” You chuckle, feeling bad for your son as he’s constantly told the same word over and over again. Harry’s clearly determined to have his son speak. Harry sighs and gives in, deciding it’s time to give up for the night. “Harry, do you want to give him a bottle of milk so he falls to sleep?” You question,
“Eh not really, I’m good here.” He smiles, too lazy to get up himself, “I love you.” He adds, and you shake your head. “Fa.. fa.” Your son begins to mumble, “fuck.” He babbles in his cute little voice.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You whisper,
“Uh oh.” Harry’s eyes widen as he looks at his son, “da, say da.” Harry shakes his head, your son becoming close-mouthed.
“This is your fault.” You sigh,
“He’s mumbling random sounds, it’s probably nothing.” Harry shakes his head,
“Harry, that wasn’t a random sound, that was the naughty word.” You shake your head, not sure whether to laugh or cry at your sons word. “We’re starting a swear jar for you.” You murmur, a little irritated yet amused that your son managed to babble out fuck. “'Tis the season to be jolly, fa-la-la-la-la-la.” Harry Hums, “he was probably trying to say that.”
“Harry, nice try, but no.” You giggle, “get him milk and put him to sleep.” You instruct, finally allowing yourself to cackle at your son. Oh what a season it really is.

ikindamaybewanthertositonmyface  asked:

Can I ask which fics are in your queue? I have tons of fics saved but there's so many I don't know which are the best, lol. :3

i actually have a list of all the swen fan fiction i’ve read, and then i have ones that i’m going to read, so i’ll give you both lists: 


Adventures with Cora Mills by WitchyLove14✔️ (i actually laughed out loud so hard so many times to the point where i was crying; it’s a really great story and it’s hilarious, a swan queen classic MUST READ)

Incoming Messages by hunnyfresh✔️  (absolutely LOVED this story, pretty sure i cried several times, a swan queen classic MUST READ)

A Fine Line by hunnyfresh✔️ (angst angst angst)


Roughin’ It by hunnyfresh✔️ (one-shot, so cute)

Falling in my Lemonade by exquisiteliltart✔️ (hot af, great story)

Letters from War by hunnyfresh✔️ (the very first swan queen fan fiction i ever read, ABSOLUTELY ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES AND WILL BREAK YOUR HEART AND MAKE YOU HAPPY ALL AT THE SAME TIME ALSO WATCH MISSLANE1981′S VIDEOS ON IT, a swan queen classic MUST READ)

Mirrors by shanesvoice ✔️ (tbh i don’t actually remember that much about it but if it’s on my list it must’ve been good)

Rubbers by hunnyfresh ✔️ (super cute awe)

Black Lace by Standbackufools ✔️ (whoaaaaa hotttttt)

How a Dress Changed Everything by hope2x ✔️ (i remember crying a lot at the end and loving it

Accidental Stimulation by MsCrazybird ✔️ (smutty smut)

Free Falling by hunnyfresh ✔️ (cute one-shot)

Wallpaper by hunnyfresh ✔️ (cute swan queen fluff one-shot)

Perfect Gift ✔️ ( i don’t actually remember this one?? oops)

Of Love and Loathing by sapphiresmoke ✔️ (super angsty and suuupperr smutty)

Transgressions of the Heart by sapphiresmoke ✔️ (sequel to of love and loathing and i’m pretty sure it was never finished but still super angsty and super smutty)


Magic Understood by hunnyfresh ✔️ (i don’t remember much, just that it’s set in neverland and it’s a one-shot)


Silk and Cotton ✔️ (idk who wrote this, and whoever they are they must’ve deleted it, but i remember it was a smut fic)


Growing Up: Mama by hunnyfresh ✔️ (angsty and beautiful and all about regina reminiscing about the first time henry called her mama, one-shot)

It’s in the Genes by hunnyfresh ✔️ (set in the future where Neal who’s grown up a little has a huge crush on Regina, which leads to Emma acting on her feelings, one-shot)

Growing Up: First Haircut by hunnyfresh ✔️ (henry’s first haircut, one-shot, regal believer cuteness)

Breaking Boundaries by hunnyfresh ✔️ (takes place after A Fine Line, should probably read that before this)

Once More With Feeling by hunnyfresh ✔️ (angsty and sad, emma uses regina’s tear in order to find her and ends up feeling everything regina has ever felt; set during season 2, one-shot)

Super Trouper by hunnyfresh ✔️ (au where regina is a singer/celebrity and get’s a moment with emma and henry, one-shot, pretty cute)

Loving You Easy by hunnyfresh ✔️ (beautiful, i cried. one-shot)

A Swan’s Unrequited Guide to Love by misscanteloupe ✔️ ( i remember this being cute, one-shot) 

I’ve Got a Feeling by hunnyfresh ✔️ (hahahaha this was pretty funny ok so snow is feeling aftereffects of the tear from regina in season two and she sees some pretty.. compromising images of regina and emma together, one-shot)

Family Ties with Springer by hunnyfresh ✔️ (funny af if you’re familar with springer, one-shot) 

Growing Up: Drivers’ Ed by hunnyfresh ✔️ (henry asks regina to teach him how to drive, cute af, regal believer, one-shot)

Sharing Souls by hunnyfresh ✔️ (angsty and sad but good, short fic)

For the First Time by hunnyfresh ✔️ (one-shot, regina and emma find each other on the jolly roger before arriving at neverland)

Holiday Worlds by hunnyfresh ✔️ (lol this was kinda weird tbh, don’t remember much except jack skellington being there haha, like i said, kinda weird. also i think this was like eight chapters? maybe im wrong tho)


Flight SQAU16 by CurvyPragmatist ✔️ (so this has also been made into a book and fucking WOW. made me cry my eyes out. so fucking beautiful. a great story and a wonderful read. but idk if you can find at as a swan queen fan fic anymore sadly. you might have to look really hard for it, but it’s fucking worth it, i’m telling you. a swan queen classic MUST READ)

Reset by SkinnyProcrastinator✔️ (i remember this being long but it was really, really good and worth it)

The Art of Being Extraordinary by purplehershey ✔️ (the writing is kind of quirky, but i absolutely love this story. i cried so much. it’s definitely worth the read. and it’s a swan queen classic. i started and finished this on sunday, a swan queen classic MUST READ)

A Trail of Destruction by starsthatburn ✔️ (FUCKING WOW BEAUTIFUL AND ANGSTY AND SAD BUT ROMANTIC AND REALISTIC AND TRUE AND WOW. I CRIED. ALSO REALLY WELL-WRITTEN SMUT, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT. also, started this sunday and finished it about an hour ago. its the length of the fourth harry potter book haha no regrets, a swan queen classic MUST READ) 

Coveted by I.heart.mean.girls ✔️ (really, really great smut, super hot. a really good fic altogether)

lol so the first list is mostly hunnyfresh, if you couldn’t tell. i was obsessed with her for a while bc everything she writes is so fucking good 

i also recommend anything by exquisiteliltart

here’s my queued list to read: 

Miles to Go by RhysMerilot

Love Undefined by hummingbirdswords

Send Up a Signal (That Everything’s Fine) by coalitiongirl (a swan queen classic)

The Trouble with Emma by LoosleyBound

To Protect and Serve by janemac24

Hinny vs. Drarry #6
  • Harry and Ginny: *December 1st*
  • Ginny: Oh, my dear! I have here a gingerbread man, made of support and care! Bring it close to your heart, and bring with you always!!!
  • Harry: But what about when it gets all yucky and gross.
  • Ginny:
  • Harry: What then Ginny.
  • vs.
  • Harry and Draco: *December 1st*
  • Harry: Why did I introduce you to Muggle music.