all the christmas ones are

I need more Baze and Chirrut origin stories asap please and thank you

So how about an Otayuri mafia AU where Yurio is the rebellious troublemaker grandson of the mob boss and Otabek is hired to protect him (from himself, and others). Because I can’t stop thinking about it :’)

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Peter: it’s been a year
Me: yeah, okay

MatPat: *takes a deep breath*

MatPat: i lo-

Jason: yes, you love Stephanie, we know, you love Stephanie so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stephanie we KNOW, you love Stephanie you fucking love Stephanie okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEPHANIE FUCKING PATRICK. WE GET IT.

Marauders Headcanons #9

Some Sirius Black things:

-he was an absolute asshole. He laughed at kids who were different, he applauded James when he hexed random people for no reason, he designed pranks specifically to target people he didn’t like, often time for no good reason.

-After he was sorted into Gryffindor, his cousins wouldn’t talk to him. Every family event, every holiday, every time they passed in the halls, he would have to deal with their jeering stairs and snide comments as they talked like he wasn’t even in the room.

-The summer after first year, he went to the Potter’s about a month into vacation. He accidentally broke a window playing quidditch with James, and when Euphemia came to see what had happened, Sirius shook so badly and apologized so rapidly that, in that moment, Euphemia knew, and she vowed to herself that he would never have to spend another holiday with the Blacks.

-In second year, he had to watch as his little brother sat, shaking, with the sorting hat on his head for three agonizing minutes. He had to watch as the hat cried “Slytherin!” He had to watch as his brother walked to the Slytherin table, watch as the cousin complimented and applauded him, all while shooting dirty looks Sirius’ way.

-In third year, he found Remus crying in a broom cupboard on the fourth floor. He didn’t ask any questions, just climbed in with him and listened to him sob.

-In third year, he heard Regulus telling a slytherin girl that Sirius was not his brother. Sirius didn’t speak to anyone for a week.

-In third year, they received a lecture at the start of term about Animagi from the DADA professor and Professor McGonagall. Sirius was the one who suggested, quietly so that Remus could not hear, that they become Animagus to help Remus during the full moon.

-The summer after third year, his mother wouldn’t let him go to the Potter’s. When he returned to Hogwarts, he venomously told James that he would die before going back to that house. He wasn’t joking.

-In fourth year, he attempted to execute The Prank in October, and spent the rest of the year trying to make up for it. Remus didn’t speak to him at all until after Easter holiday, when the other three remained silent for a month while holding the leaf of a mandrake in their mouth as part of the animagi process, something Remus didn’t know about. When asked why he wasn’t taking a vow of silence, too, Remus looked directly at Sirius and said, “Because I’m not a complete idiot” with so much quiet anger Sirius thought his heart might burst.

-At the end of fourth year, Sirius finally broke down crying in the dormitory. Remus kicked James and Peter out. No one really knows what happened that night aside from Remus and Sirius, but the next morning it was as if the tension of the rest of the year had never happened.

-At Christmas of fifth year, all four Marauders stayed at Hogwarts. Late one night, Sirius came out to the group as gay. That same night they talked about crushes. James, of course, was infatuated with Lily, Peter admitted that he had been crushing on Mary Macdonald since the end of fourth year when he had kissed her in the girl’s bathroom. Remus was oddly silent on the topic, and Sirius found himself hiding a blush.

-Summer after fifth year, Sirius’ parents picked him up at the Hogwarts station. The next time Sirius saw the marauders, he appeared on the front step with all of his hair cursed off, bloody and beaten half to death. He collapsed almost as soon as James opened the door, and when he regained consciousness Fleamount and Euphemia called him their son and told him, in no uncertain terms, that he would never, ever go back to the Black house.

-The next day Remus and his parents came to the Potter’s. As soon as Remus saw Sirius he threw himself at the boy and kissed him, and that was how the marauders found out that they had been secretly dating for a little less than a year.

-In sixth year James stopped laughing when Sirius hexed people in the hallways or made a second year wet himself in fear. One night after Sirius had cursed a fourth year hufflepuff and laughed about it, James angrily told him that he may be a potter now, but he was sure acting like a Black. That was the last time Sirius ever cursed or hexed anyone for the fun of it.

-Towards the end of seventh year, James and Sirius got a call from St. Mungos. Euphemia was ill, and the two boys barely arrived before Euphemia died. James took it hard, and Sirius took it harder. When Fleamount died shortly after James and Lily’s wedding, Sirius felt as though he had lost the only family he had.

anonymous asked:

Steve and Natasha having the best time together pranking the other Avengers over Christmas

This is NOT April Fool’s Day!” The shout echoes down the lab halls. 

Natasha smirks and high-fives Steve.  

“You were so right.”  She peers over Steve’s phone while they walk.  “The shiny snowman wrapping paper was definitely the one to use.”   

The peer at the screen of his phone in the elevator, watching Tony unwrap all of his lab supplies, (Each. And. Every. Item.)

“When do you think he finds Dum-E?”

“If I may, Captain Rogers.” came JARVIS’ voice.  The screen in the elevator above the buttons flickered to life.  Tony was trying to move the six-foot stuffed teddy bear wearing a pair of reindeer antlers without success.  

Oh my God, you guys suck.” Came the crystal-clear shout over the audio a minute and a half later when the ‘bear’ hadn’t so much as budged.  Tony went searching for an as-yet-unwrapped pair of scissors or knife to cut Dum-E out of his Reindeer Teddy hiding spot.  

“Ok, we have an hour before Bucky gets back.  We have just enough time to get the palm tree from the lobby and stick it in his bathroom.  Clint has the bags of sand for the floor and JARVIS is ready with Don’t Worry, Be Happy when Bucky turns the light on.”

Steve grinned.  “Perfect. A Caribbean vacation for Christmas he’ll get.”

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.゚☆☆☆. MERRY MINGOMAS TO EVERYONE .☆☆☆゚.

Flaminions wish you a very happy and merry holidays from the bottom of their pink heart ♥

I keep seeing this cute Dad Might picture in my head – clear as a photograph, I tell you.

Just imagine: It’s winter, and cold, and for some reason, Izuku and Toshinori take the train to get home from wherever they have been. It’s already late, the train almost empty, and Izuku is freezing up. So in search for some warmth, he cuddles against Toshinori’s side. Toshinori, you have to know, is a living, walking heater. So he’s the perfect source of warmth for the freezing, tired boy.

Speaking of tired: Somehow, Izuku manages to fall asleep on Toshinori.

Toshinori startles when he realizes that Izuku is literally using him as a pillow, and spits blood in embarrassment and flustered surprise. But once he sees how content sleeping Izuku looks, he can’t bring himself to move the boy away. Instead he adjusts, making sure that the boy is comfortable leaning against his bony shoulder and not going to slip off, and proceeds to watch the lights passing by at high-speed outside.

(Or at least, he pretends to. He quickly comes to realize that watching Izuku sleeping, breathing evenly and scrunching up his nose and murmuring from time to time, is way more interesting.)

exo askbox meme 💌 send an emoji!

👑 what is the reason your bias is your bias?
🐺 tag someone who reminds you of sehun.
🍌 favorite chanyeol cover?
❤ post a selfie.
😤 favorite english lyric?
🐻 tag someone who reminds you of kai.
🎉 favorite thing about exo m?
🐩 candy, jjangah, or vivi?
🐙 describe chen in three emojis.
🐼 tag someone who reminds you of tao.
👅pick a body part from each member.
🐧 tag someone who reminds you of ksoo.
🐷 post your favorite kyungsoo meme.
🐶 tag someone who reminds you of chanyeol.
🐊 tag someone who reminds you of chen.
🎬 if your bias were to be the star of a movie, what kind of movie would it be?
🐕 tag someone who reminds you of baekhyun.
👽 what’s your dream collab?
💲 post your favorite suho meme.
💖 choose your visual: luhan or sehun?
🎤 record a voice note saying chogiwa danbeone neukkyeo.
🍦call me baby or call me monster?
🐑 tag someone who reminds you of lay.
🍆fmk: hyung line.
🌈 favorite thing about exo k?
🐰 tag someone who reminds you of suho.
🐉 tag someone who reminds you of kris.
🍕 post you favorite baekhyun meme.
💙 pick one personality trait from each member.
🎅 top christmas song?
🔪 imagine ot12 in the hunger games, order them from the first one to die to the winner.
🎀 favorite solo song?
💩 tag your 3 favorite shit-posters.
🌟 tag your 3 favorite gif editors.
🐛 tag someone who reminds you of luhan.
😻 what’s your favorite thing about xiumin?
👰 who do you think your parents would like more as your boyfriend?
⚠ if you were going on a date with baekhyun, where would you take him?
🍯 post your favorite kai meme.
🙈 tag a mutual you want to talk to.
💡 if you had to tattoo one exo lyric, which would it be?
💀how many hoodies do you think chanyeol has?
👻 favorite exo-cbx member?
💁 write a poem for your bias.
🌞 describe suho in three emojis.
🍻 does your bias and your bias wrecker get along?
🐱 tag someone who reminds you of xiumin.
♉ who shares your zodiac sign? do you think you’re alike?
🎵most played exo song?
💣would you rather marry sehun or suho?
💧if you were to be on a zombie apocalypse, which member would you pick to be with you?
🐄 who do you think would be the best dad?
🔮what’s you hogwarts house? sort the members into a house.
❌ favorite dancer: kai or chanyeol?
😌 how many saved urls do you have? name some of them.
👗who has the best fashion sense?
🎄you get to give ONE christmas gift to all nine members, what do you give them?
💄 junhee or baekhee?
💢 are you taller or shorter than kyungsoo?
🙌 who’s the one follower that always likes or reblogs your posts?
💕 fmk: maknae line.
💝 describe kai in three emojis.
🔥 list ot9 from less kinky to kinkiest.
⭕ what kind of youtube channel would your bias have?
😇 if you were to die right now, what would you tell exo?
😈 what’s the thing exo has done that made you have second-hand embarassment?
🎈 who do you think smells the nicest in exo?
💭 dream fanfic au?
📛 fmk: beagle-line
💵 if you were to go on a date with sehun, where would you take him?
👿 describe sehun in three emojis
👣 is your bias an introvert or an extrovert? and your bias wrecker?
🍬 which movie would you go see with lay?
🍦who do look up to the most in exo?
🍸take a screenshot of your lockscreen and post it.
⚽ describe xiumin in three emojis.
💯 favorite cbx song?
💌 which member do you think has the same kinks as you?
🐢 who’s your dream sub-unit?

ltleflrt  asked:

Prompt: Jimmy and Castiel doing something mundane together, and Dean watching fondly and being so in love.

So, this wasn’t actually my next prompt, but it’s your BIRTHDAY!! SO HERE! HAVE FIC! <3

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“Cassie, there’s flour on your nose,” said Jimmy, point a batter-coated hand toward Cas’ face.

“I’m sure there is,” Cas replied dryly. “And there’ll likely be a lot more on my face before we finish. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Jimmy managed ‘mock scandalized’ like a pro, drawing back, putting a hand to his mouth and pantomiming being utterly, completely aghast. “You heathen, who are you and what you done with my brother?”

“You know these cookies won’t bake themselves,” grumbled Cas.

“That’s true,” said Jimmy. “Dean!”

Standing in the kitchen doorway, Dean jumped. He’d only stuck his head into let them know he was back with their sandwiches for lunch - the twins had earned a break from Christmas baking - but they’d been so endearing that he hadn’t been able to…but now they were both staring at him. Fucking hell. Coughing to clear his throat and definitely not to clear away his embarrassment, Dean turned in on a heel back toward the living room.

“The cookies’ll wait,” he grimaced. “Soups on, boys!”

He stalked across the room.

Dammit, how did Jimmy and Cas always make him feel so…feel so…

How did they always make him feel?

The Panera bag sat where he’d left it on the low coffee table. Dropping to a squat to leave the couch open for Jimmy and Cas to sit on, Dean unpacked it. Only one of them actually had soup - Dean had gotten tomato soup with grilled cheese for his meal - and the twins had each gotten sandwiches. Laying them out, Dean berated himself, for being caught staring, for being a fool, for being such a sap and being head over heels in love with his roommates, with both his roommates, when one person was enough for, like, every other person on the damn planet.

No, that’s not true, I know it’s not, polyamory is a thing…

…but it’s not that simple. 

Of course it wasn’t that simple. Nothing was ever that simple.

“Sometime this year guys…” Dean trailed off mid-shout, turning toward the doorway leading to the kitchen.

Both twins stood, framed in the door way, entwined together in order to fit in the narrow space.

Dean startled so hard he lost his balance and fell flat on his ass.

Real smooth, Dean. Slay ‘um in the aisles. Way to be a heart breaker.

“Oh, there you are,” said Dean gruffly, grabbing the paper container of soup and putting it in his lap in a vain effort to pretend he’d sat down on purpose. “Well, dig in.”

“What’s going on, Dean?” asked Jimmy, wrapping an arm around Cas’ waist.

“Is this because I nixed making rum balls?” Cas added.

“What?” Dean squawked. “No! No, just…just forget about the damn rum balls, and the cookies, and eat your damn sandwiches, will you.”

There was still flour on Cas’ nose.

Fucking hell that was adorable.

Come to notice, there was cookie dough smeared on Jimmy’s cheek.

The desire to lick the confection away was near-overwhelming.

Neither budged.

Dean pointedly jammed the corner of his sandwich into his soup, slopping tomato over the side.

“Dean…”

Dean flinched.

They’d talked to him about communication.

They’d talked to him about trust.

They’d talked to him about openness and understanding.

They’d talked to him about relationships.

That Dean still couldn’t give them what they deserved from him simply went to prove how unworthy he was.

Jimmy sighed, but neither twin spoke and the silence stretched out. Dean took a big bite of his sandwich, chewed, and stared at the edge of the coffee table. Looking at them, seeing their disappointment, was agony.

Finally, after an awful lifetime, Jimmy crossed the room, picked up his and Castiel’s sandwiches, and the two went to eat elsewhere in the apartment.

I had that coming.

Repeat that to himself as he might, Dean could think of little more forlorn than sitting alone in the living room on Christmas Eve, the tree lights winking warmth and cheer, as he ate his sandwich and dreamed of being the man that the twin loves of his life were entitled to.

The next bite of sandwich tasted like ash in his mouth.

With a sigh, Dean rose and carried the debris to the kitchen, poured the soup down the disposer and chucked the sandwich in the trash. Half-creamed butter made a misshapen lump in the Kitchenaid. Dough chilled in the fridge. Several ingredient-smeared flashcards were scattered across the counters. Taking stock of the situation, Dean washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

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“He said he’d do better,” said Jimmy with a sigh.

“I know, but…” Castiel trailed off, shaking his head. There was no need to make excuses for Dean. They both knew why he had issues, knew how through the first two decades of his life, an admission of need, an attempt at clear communication, had been an invitation to abuse instead of an open door to understanding. 

But they’d been through this exact same sequence time and time again. Dean would do something weird, the twins would ask him what was the matter, and he’d clam up. At first, they’d tried to accept that he’d talk when he was ready, because that had been the hallmark of their childhoods, but no. Dean didn’t talk about his problems. Dean bottled them out, filled the bottle and filled the bottle and filled the bottle until it was so far past overflowing that it exploded, and next thing they knew they’d get home to find him smashed, shouting that they should get out because he wasn’t worthy, or furious that they’d forgotten to transfer the laundry, or any of a hundred surface issues overlying the primary issue, that Dean Winchester didn’t know how to use his goddamn words.

“We agreed that if he didn’t…” The regret thick in Jimmy’s voice mirrored that clenching Cas’ chest. 

They couldn’t keep doing this with Dean.

No matter how much they loved in, there was never any progress, never any correction. Nothing they said got through. Dean had said he’d do better, promised to talk to a therapist, sworn to trust them not to hurt him.

He still didn’t trust them.

God that hurt.

“I hate to do this on Christmas Eve,” muttered Cas.

“We can’t keep making excuses for his emotional constipation,” Jimmy replied firmly.

“I know…I know, but…”

Tears pooled in his eyes.

The last thing he wanted to do was break Dean’s heart.

Maybe, if we spend some time apart…

Cas knew that wasn’t true. If they sent Dean around now, he’d never trust them. This would be the end.

Something niggled at his senses as he tried to process this momentous decision. It seemed unnecessarily cruel to dump him now, when they lived together, when their families were travelling the next day…

…but there was no such thing as the right time. Castiel’s nose tickled and he rubbed it, rubbed tears from his eyes. There’d never be a good time to shatter all their lives.

Better to get it over with.

“Do you smell cookies?” Jimmy asked abruptly. Castiel frowned and sniffed. The rich smell of caramelizing sugar and heated vanilla filled his nose.

“Yes,” he said. “What…?”

The twins rose simultaneously, hurried down the hall one after the other, stepped into the kitchen. Dean leaned over the oven, hands big with oven mitts as he pulled out a tray of decorated sugar cookies. Flour streaked his brown hair and made white stains on his dark t-shirt. He straightened, set the cookie tray on the counter, and the started with a gasp.

“Shit, I didn’t see you there,” he said. “Uh…get out? Come back in five?”

“No,” said Castiel.

We’d been about to…we were going to…

“This can’t wait, Dean.” Jimmy’s voice was over-harsh, a tone Cas recognized as evidence that Jimmy was steeling himself for the worst. If Dean saw the coming danger, he gave no sign, and Cas’ chest ached for him.

“Oh…uh…okay…just…stand there one minute, okay?” Dean implored, expression open and vulnerable. No, he knows what Jimmy’s tone portends. Oh, Dean. “Please?”

Jimmy couldn’t bring himself to answer, but he met Dean’s eyes and nodded. Smiling, eyes swimming, Dean pulled out a second tray of cookies and carried both to the small in-kitchen table. Hastily, he tugged his mitts off and pulled the cookies free from the parchment paper, blowing on them and his fingers as he did.

Dean had used cookie cutters to make letters.

Words formed as Dean’s hands flew.

Sorry I suck at speaking words.

I love you.

When he was done, he beamed a hopeful expression at the twins.

“It’s not enough, Dean,” said Castiel, words breaking as Dean’s expression wavered.

“I know it’s not,” Dean replied softly. “How could it…how could I…ever be enough?”

“Dammit, Dean,” Jimmy found his courage, found his strength, raised his voice angrily. “We’ve talked about how manipulative it is when you say things like that, and–” 

“But…” Dean interrupted, met each of their eyes desperately, and said in a rush, “But you asked what was up with me. That’s what was up with me. Nothing is bad. Everything is good. Dammit I was standing in the doorway just thinking about how much I love you two bas– …two…two men and I can’t even fucking handle it. I’m trying, okay?” Fumbling at his pocket, Dean pulled out his wallet and chucked it at them. “I’m trying. But…but you do what you gotta do. I’ll be…not here.”

Dean pushed past them out of the room and stalked down the hall, slamming the door to his bedroom behind him.

“Why’d he give me his wallet?” asked Jimmy blankly, shoving it at Castiel.

Absently, Castiel opened it. In the slot where Dean usually kept his license, complete with the ridiculous picture of himself that he hated, was a new card.

Dr. Pamela Barnes, LPC

Appointment Date: 12/27 Time: 11:00 AM

“Jimmy…” Castiel breathed, turning the card toward his brother.

“No, Cas, it’s too - I can’t keep…” Jimmy forced a hoarse breath into his lungs, smeared tears across his face. “We have to–”

“He promised to try, and he is,” Castiel interrupted. He’d nearly let Jimmy talk him into an injustice. He’d not let it slide. “He told us what he’d been thinking that caused us to worry. He showed us this card. He made an appointment. Yes, it was manipulative, but he left so we could talk it over alone instead of keeping at us and begging. We told him what he had to do to fix things, and he’s doing it. You do what you want, but I’m staying.”

“I don’t want to go,” admitted Jimmy, deflating. “But this hurts, every time it hurts.”

“I know,” Castiel said, running a soothing hand down Jimmy’s back. “It’s hurts me too. It hurts him too. We’ve all been hurt, but you wanted a show of trust, and you got one. Come on, he’s probably flipping out right now. He needs us.”

“And I need him.”

“So do I.”

Grabbing a plate, Castiel heaped the cookies on it, still hot and soft from the oven, and dragged Jimmy down the hall.

He knocked on Dean’s door.

“Yeah?” Dean’s voice, muffled and hoarse, replied. A moment later he pulled the door open. A suitcase sat open on his bed, half-filled with disorganized clothes. Considering how careful Dean usually was about folding his laundry and caring for his belongings, the disheveled mess was telling.

Castiel held the plate out.

“Cookie?”

For a stunned moment, Dean looked at the words Castiel had made on the plate.

We love you.

Then he did something Castiel had never seen Dean do in all the years they’d known him, all the months they’d been together.

Dean broke down and sobbed, collapsed in on himself with a full-bodied tremble that drove him to the ground. Jimmy and Cas were beside him instantly, cookies shattering into pieces as Cas dropped the plate. Dean was more important than cookies, more important than Christmas. Holding him, comforting him, whispering endearments in his ears, Cas hoped he’d have a lifetime more opportunities to demonstrate to Dean how much they cared for and trusted him.

They still had a long way to go.

But this - this was progress.

Finally.

Thank God.

“We’re gonna be alright,” he whispered. “Dean, you’re going to be alright.”

“Thank you,” Dean gasped through his tears. “Thank you for believing in me. Without you guys, I wouldn’t…I’d never…”

“We know,” Cas promised, petting through his ears. “We–”

“I know you know,” Dean interrupted, surprisingly harshly. “But I’m going to tell you anyway. That’s what I promised, and it’s what you deserve, and it’s what I deserve, and it’s what I’m going to do. Okay?”

“Yeah, Dean, that’s okay.”

“Dean…that’s great.”

They didn’t get any more baking done that day.

There was no way Castiel was letting go of Jimmy, no way he was letting go of Dean.

We can make this work. Together, we can.

I love them both so much I can’t stand it.

I’m so glad Dean is trying to get better. 

I’m so glad we’re all trying to get better.

Together.