Ok so my headcanon for why Mary and Damien are so close (i.e. my special boy) is that they’ve known eachother forever - I’m talking since school/university, and they’ve always been best friends. Even when they both got married they made sure to call eachother almost every day and find time for “girls’ nights out.” But then a little while after Lucien was born Damien came to the full realisation that he was trans, and that he couldn’t live any longer without being his true self.
Somehow, while he was terrified to tell anyone, the idea of telling Mary made him the most anxious - even though she already accepted his growing gothic wardrobe, and his overwhelming love of dogs and graveyards. But he was scared that once he told her they would never be the same again, since he wouldn’t be her ‘best girlfriend’ anymore.
He waited, and waited, trying to find the right moment, to pluck up the courage. But if he couldn’t steel himself enough to watch Nightmare Before Christmas, then how the hell was he supposed to do this. Nevertheless, one day - when he’d lost count of how many times he’d gone into the basement to cry after hearing Lucien call him Mom, and he’d received yet another text from his best friend saying 'heeyyy *deadname* how are ya?’ - he went to her house to tell her.
She was quiet while he revealed everything, anxiously mentioning anything that seemed relevant to lessen the weight of the silence between them. He talked about how he felt as a child, and when Lucien was born; his nausea when wearing dresses and how much he’d cried recently; his ideas for a new name. And then, because of course they had to surface right now, his anxieties about what it would mean - how much he loved her, but how scared he was that he couldn’t be her best friend anymore.
When he’d finally stumbled to a halt - and she had that look on her face that meant she’d just been waiting for him to shut up - she said: 'No, you’re not my best girlfriend anymore. You’re my special boy.’ And she hugged him, so he burst into tears on her shoulder. From that moment on, she’d used that nickname to signify that she wasn’t fucking around when it came to their friendship (usually when Joseph got frustrated about how much time she spent with another man.)
She then helped him to come out to his husband, and to Lucien - and she sounded like she’d read fifty guides on how to come out to children, even though Damien thought she never read anything without romance or spies somewhere along the way. And a few days later, a package arrived at his door which turned out to be a Victorian-era appropriate binder - which he had no idea could exist. The invoice inside read Joseph Christiansen, but there was a note from Mary:
'Apparently these things are a bitch to get on and off. Let me know if ya get stuck and need rescuing, special boy. M xx’
And he knew things with Mary could never change.
I mean, if you ignore the fact that he left his Town stranded for like a few days while he stole from Christmas Town. (Even though his disappearance wasn’t really intentional.)
The citizens all address him as “Our Man Jack”, and they constantly call him by his first name throughout the movie. The only time you really hear about his Pumpkin King title is when they’re singing about him, but Jack doesn’t bring it up anywhere past that. He’s close with his citizens, and they all clearly like him because they freaked out once he was gone. He’s polite to the females, too, because he doesn’t push them away, even when they’re visibly overwhelming.
When all the townspeople were trying to “Make Christmas”, it’s clear
that they’re trying to impress Jack with what they’re making. He goes along
complimenting their work and, if he doesn’t like how something looks,
Jack is really nice about it and suggests ways for them to improve it.
No wonder why they love the guy so much; he offers them legit advice and
lets them know that he’s proud of their work and that they’re trying for him.
The only time Jack gets addressed as “The Pumpkin King” directly is in the game, “The Pumpkin King”, but he’s really quick to correct Sally on her formality.
i had this idea in my mind everytime I listened and saw the final of Nightmare before christmas, and thought of a after pacifist run where frisk have fallen in love with sans and couldn’t stop to think about him even in the surface.
and Sans… while he was watching the stars he always had dream about, he finally understood his feeling for frisk..
I’ve been feeling kinda sad today so I decided to write something since writing always cheer me up :) even though its springtime where i live it’s raining a lot, is super cloudy and foggy and i’ve been picturing this perfect cozy autumn day with tom in my head so here you go (also october is here so yay 🎃)
warnings: fluff, fluff, lots of flUFF
pairing: tom holland x reader
word count: 1,020
ps: i wrote this listening to ‘I Knew This Would Be Love’ by Imaginary Future, I really recommend listening to it while you read it, it’s such a calming and romantic song <3
I woke up to the gentle sound of rain pattering against my window. Sighing, I slowly opened my eyes and peeked at the sky through the silky white curtains. All was grey, heavy clouds mounting on top of each other and thunders echoing across the air. Almost no sound of cars, horns or people passing by could be heard. On this peaceful sunday morning, most of London was still asleep.
While still contemplating whether or not to stay in bed, I suddenly felt a strong pair of arms engulfing my body in a warm embrace.
“Hey”, Tom said in a groggy voice, his hot breath against my ear, “why are you awake so early in the morning, darling?” he wondered, curious about why I had my eyes open at 8:00 in the morning on a sunday.
“Don’t know. Just woke up on my own, I guess. But this rain, oh my god. I could stay here forever.”
“Then let’s” he replied, a lazy smile appearing upon his rosy lips. He always looked so good in the mornings, his soft brown hair was everywhere and his toned chest looked perfect under the white duvet.
“Let’s stay here forever”, he continued, letting a loud sigh escape through his mouth.
“I’d love that”, I answered smiling, “but… how about we have a cozy day in? We could watch halloween movies, bake cookies, drink coffee and snuggle under the blankets. What do you think?
“Yeah, that sounds pretty good too, actually” he replied, moving my long hair away from my shoulder. “I’m gonna go make us some coffee then. Do you want to start with the cookies?”
“Yes!” I said, getting off of bed and trying to contain my excitement, “I’m gonna bake us my grandma’s recipe, the pumpkin spiced ones that you love.”
“Let’s go then, before Tessa wakes up and demands us to take her on a morning walk.”
Laughing about how spoiled his dog was we both headed downstairs and started the things in the kitchen.
We spent the whole morning baking cookies, listening to Ed Sheeran and dancing along the music in oversized sweaters and sweatpants. Tom’s cheeks were pink because of the warmth inside the house and he never looked more adorable. After we finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen we finally sat down to watch something.
“Okay, what do you wanna watch?” Tom asked, letting me rest my head upon his shoulder and throwing the fuzzy blanket over the both of us.
“Do you even have to ask?”
“The Nightmare Before Christmas again? Are you serious right now?” he asked me laughing, not understanding how could I watch the same movie so many times and not grow tired of it.
“Yes, I’m serious. It is the best festive movie there is and you know it!”
“My god, you watched that thing so many times I already know all the songs by heart”
“And that, my dear, is one of the most important requirements if you want to keep being my boyfriend”
“Okay, I give up” he said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, a playful smile on his lips.
I jumped up and down on the couch, clapping my hands together like a giddy little kid, I just couldn’t help it.
After singing This Is Halloween together and imitating all the silly voices in the song, we finally settled down and started watching the movie.
His hands were softly massaging my head and his heartbeat was calm and steady against my ear. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Tom suddenly burst out laughing, making me jump a little.
“Oh my god, I almost forgot how funny this movie actually is.” He said, still with a goofy smile on his face, “I love the part where they kidnap Sandy Claws!”
And suddenly this rush of love and admiration for him just hit me. He was wearing a worn out sweater that was impregnated with his smell and his brown eyes were sparkling due to the brightness of the TV against them.
“I love you, do you know that?”
“What?” He asked me with a confused expression on his face, his laughter dying down a bit, “where did that come from, love?”
“I don’t know. You’re just… I love you.” I replied, laughing a little at myself. Not even I knew where that was coming from.
“I guess this whole day with you just feels kinda like a dream? It’s all my favorite things together and I couldn’t be more happy that you love them just as much as I do.” I looked down at my hands, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.
Without saying anything, Tom just stared at me for a few seconds and gently pressed his lips against mine. He didn’t even need to say anything. Everything was there, in that kiss.
“I love you too, darling. And if watching Jack Skellington sing about pumpkins and christmas trees makes you that happy, I’d do it a thousand more times.” he said, putting a string of my hair behind my ear.
I brushed my thumb against his face and kissed him again, a silent way of thanking him for being so sweet. I layed my head upon his chest and closed my eyes, just wanting to stay in that moment for as long as I could. His breathing was calm, the rain outside was gentle and the warmth of his embrace was enough to lull me into a peaceful and deep sleep.
If Jack’s going on and on about how he’s the scariest being, Zero’s
fully supportive of that! Heck, his master is everything! Frightening,
fearful, handsome…you’ve got it all, Bone Daddy! Zero agrees with you! Just look at that face!
Oh, no! He’s suddenly feeling really gloom! This can’t be good! Zero’s
senses are acting up, and he can tell that a very beautiful yet
depressive portion of his Lament is going to come. The worry! Zero cares
so much, Jack! Come back!
He’s longing…for something he’s never known. What could it be? Zero
knows his master is in distress, and worries so much. But he can’t tell
him that he cares; he’s only a doggie! So all our little pup can do is
gulp and frown as he listens to Jack keep expressing his depressive
But what’s this? Zero’s ears are sensitive, and he hears SOMEONE
sneaking around in those graveyards! Oh, look! It’s his soon-to-be
girlfriend! She seems to be listening…Sally can tell Jack that he’s
worrying about nothing! He’s perfect! Let’s get his attention!
Ooh, perfect timing! He’s going on and on about he’s the scariest! Let’s let him know that Sally’s her-
Oh. Bad timing. He seems to be really gloom…..Zero won’t interrupt
Jack now! Especially when he’s about to turn around and see her! Yes,
he’ll notice her then! Zero just KNOWS it!
Oh, well. Zero follows him everywhere he goes! He’ll make sure Jack
won’t get lost now! And Sally will make her move sometime. Zero just
KNOWS it! And he knows the two of them will get together and live
happily ever after!
I have a theory of mine that involves Zero, you guys. He played
matchmaker for Jack and Sally. I’ve got some evidence from the Excerpts,
cut storyboards, and the movie to back it up. He really loves Sally!!
That’s all you need to know for now. I’ll make that post soon, as with
the others I’ve discussed…Isn’t he such a good boy, though? Jack’s
Lament just proves it!
Write Christmas morning for all of the sides (and Virgil getting emotional because they care, they got him gifts and they careee)
Virgil awoke bright and early, his door being knocked on. “Viiiiiirgiiiiiiil…… Viiiiiirgiiiiillll….. Vergey Vergey Verrrrrge….” Came Patton’s gentle coo of a voice. “Hmm?” He managed as his door gently opened. Patton tip toed into his room and placed a hand on the awakening side’s shoulder. “Virgil? Wake up kiddo! It’s Christmas!” He barely understood what he was hearing in his sleeping state. “Christmas? What?” The anxious side began to rub his eyes. “Yeah! It’s Christmas! We alw— Uh.. Come on, Kiddo!” Patton faltered, remembering this was Virgil’s Christmas with them.
Summary: Patton accidentally mentions to the others that Logan owns a unicorn onesie. Logan refuses to join in on the festivities.The day after Halloween, Logan wants some leftover candy, but is too embarrassed to ask.
*Kind of based off of an anon ask and answer post on @ask-us-sanderssides
Patton, Roman, and even Virgil had gotten into the spirit of Halloween. They had dressed up and had a movie marathon all night long. Patton had dressed up as a pirate, Roman dressed up as the dreaded dragon witch, and Virgil dressed up as Jack Skellington. They had had fun making cookies, caramel-covered apples, fudge, s’mores, cupcakes, pie, and all sorts of sweets!
The other sides had begged Logan to join in on the celebration. Logan had grudgingly decided to join in, but had neglected to wear a costume. “Oh come on Logan!” Patton pleaded. “At least wear that cute unicorn onesie you have. Please?” Patton gave Logan his sad puppy dog eyes.
Before Logan could come up with a response, Virgil chimed in. “Wait—What? Logan has a unicorn onesie?” A smirk slowly spread across his face, “I have got to see this.”
“Oh Logan! Unicorns are one of my favorite creatures, do you really have a unicorn onesie? That is adorable!” Roman laughed. The other sides regarded Logan with interest.
Another fic? Hell yeah! This is for @jayankles Bailey’s 1 year everything challenge (where my prompt was the film central intelligence - I used one of my favourite parts of that film for this) AND @percywinchester27 Ana’s PJO quotes challenge (prompt was the line ’ I wake up every morning and think: you know what would be good today? Not dying’) Thank you for letting me combine your challenges :)
Word count: 3,071
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, some douche-y vampires
Warnings: swearing (Because damn straight you’d be potty mouthed on a hunt), canon level injury to reader and Winchesters, canon level character deaths (no-one major), Sam being an annoying little brother at the end
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Crouching behind the largest tree you could find, you cursed out the Winchesters for the thousandth time. Simple vampire case they told you. But just as you had been getting ready to lop the head off the vampire you had spent all evening with at the local bar, 2 more had appeared out of nowhere, and you had no choice but to run. Taking a few deep breathes, you managed to calm down enough so instead of hearing your blood pumping in your ears (oh, the irony) you started to hear what was going on around you. It was silent, and goddamn it if that didn’t exactly fill you with the joy that it should do. After all, the vamps had your scent now.
Suddenly, the sound of AC/DC started blaring out, and you scrambled for your phone, wondering when exactly Dean had time to change your blasted ringtone. Shutting it off, you sighed, before screaming as hands grabbed you and threw you several feet. Looking up, you saw the vampire you’d been with at the bar, fangs out and coming at you, fast. Instinctively, you reached for your machete, gasping in horror when your hand met nothing but air, your blade laying on the floor where you’d dropped it trying to stop your phone going off. Pausing in his movements, the vamp smirked at you, and as he got closer to where you were sprawled out, you took in a deep breath and closed your eyes, hoping that this bastard at least killed you, and didn’t turn you into one of the monsters you’d spent your life hunting. But instead of fangs tearing at your neck, you heard a squish and a thud, and opened your eyes just in time to see the vamp’s head roll to a stop a few inches from your feet. Stood behind the vampire’s crumbled body, Dean, bloody machete in hand, and just past him was Sam. “Hey.” said the elder Winchester, wiping off his blade on the bottom of his flannel. “Hey? Freaking hey?” you screeched, the fear being replaced with anger. “I nearly got killed and all you can say is hey!?” “You’re welcome Y/N.” “You'r…..I hate you sometimes Dean.” “I love you too, sweetheart.” Rolling your eyes, you let Sam pull you to your feet and took your weapon that he’d gone and picked up off him. “Thanks Sam.” “You look like you’ve got a nasty cut there Y/N.” Sam said, examining your side in the weak moonlight. “You must have caught a branch when that vamp tossed you.” “Let’s get back to the motel, we can check it out there.” Dean yelled over his shoulder, already heading back to wherever they’d parked up. “Sam…” you whispered, pulling him to a stop besides you. “It’s not just him. Two more showed up to meet headless over there. Which means….” “They’ve got your scent. Shit. OK. We’ll sort that problem out later. Let’s get you patched up first.”