i deserve this for christmas

Somekind of Christmas calendar

So December starts soon (next week) and I have planned that I could join the people who are doing Christmas/Advent calendars for others and do somekind of Christmas calendar for you. Yay!

If I can keep it up, it will contain random things like fic/writer recs, music, random facts about stuff, photographs, art and overall things that I want to share with you.

Some things are in one post, some kinda contains multiple posts because of reblogs but I try to use #unleash the christmas, so people can find them all. Those days that contains some reblogs, there’ll be one main post that contains the main thing. There’ll be also masterlist that I will be updating so there’s one place where all the things can be found easily. ^^

So, I will be tagging people and if you want to join and see what’s happening, you can message me or hit me with an ask.

Also, if there’s something that you really want to see in this Christmas calendar, I’m open for suggestions/requests. Ask box/messages are open! n___n

Originally posted by thexschaschristmas

Are you interested? @serendiptious-esparza @sumara62 @authoressskr @nobodys-baby-now @pizzamanteachings

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Ten years, Robbie has never looked at me like that.

SUMMER IS COMING, AUSTRALIA

AND WE ALL KNOW ITS NOT GONNA BE “a beautiful Australian summer oasis with sandy beaches and cold drinks~ la di da so lovely come and join us, we’ll put some shrimp on the barbie for you” BUT THE VERSION KNOWN AS THE FIERY DEPTHS OF HELL WHERE NO ONE IS HAPPY AND YOU DONT KNOW WHETHER YOURE CRYING OR IF ITS JUST SWEAT COMING OUT OF EVERY CREVICE AND THERE ARE FUCKING FLIES EVERYWHERE AND THE SPIDERS AND SCORPIONS AND SOMETIMES EVEN SNAKES MIGRATE INDOORS OR INTO OUR CARS BECAUSE ITS TOO FUCKING HOT EVEN FOR THEM AND YOU’LL BE AT RISK OF THIRD DEGREE BURNS EVERY TIME YOU GET IN THE CAR AND TRY TO PUT ON YOUR SEAT BELT OR TOUCH THE STEERING WHEEL OR EVEN SIT ON THE BLOODY SEAT AND YOU’LL HAVE TO PEEL YOUR BODY OFF OF EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOUR SKIN WILL STICK YOU TO EVERYTHING WITH SWEAT AND YOU HAVE TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM THE MAGPIES WHO GO FUCKING PSYCHO AND TRY TO ATTACK YOU BECAUSE THEYRE SO NUTS THEY THINK YOURE TRYING TO STEAL THEIR BABIES FROM 50 METRES AWAY AND YOUR CLOTHES ARE FUCKING ITCHY AND WET AND SOGGY BECAUSE YOU SWEAT THROUGH ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY EVERYTHING AND AT SOME POINT YOUR PRECIOUS AIR CONDITIONER WONT WORK BECAUSE THE ENTIRE STATE WILL LOSE POWER BECAUSE EVERY BLOODY AUSTRALIAN IS TRYING TO USE THEIR AIR CONDITIONING AND OUR POOR ELECTRICITY CANT HANDLE IT AND THERES SEVERE CHANCES OF BUSHFIRES AND YOU FEAR FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE AND YOUR PETS AND THE TINY SWEATY KIDS AND THE ENORMOUS BROWN SNAKE WHO’S PRACTICALLY MOVED INTO YOUR GARDEN SO YOUVE NAMED HIM LARRY AND HES YOUR LITTLE BABY NOW AND YOU DONT WANT HIM TO GET ROASTED BY THE SUN’S EVIL GAZE

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“The only thing we’re allowed to do… is to believe that we won’t regret the choice we made.” | Happy Birthday Levi! (25.12)

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: I've seen everyone be like "Trixie's great, but she's not gonna win" but honestly ????? Katya had such a glo up before going into as2 which was only like a month after her season, and this is like 2 years after trixie so I feel like she's gonna shine and honestly she's been anticipating this so long I feel like she really wants it ?????? i love her nonetheless and if she doesn't win that's okay but I think she really really deserves it SHE WROTE A FUCKING CHRISTMAS SONG ABOUT HOW MUCH SHE WANTS ALL STARS 3
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(why am I posting wintry-themed Cap art in spring?

take it up with @amour-de-tous )

Christmas time 1938 vs. 1943

All I want for Christmas is...

the album launch Louis Tomlinson deserves, including but not limited to:

  • interviews focused on his music
  • interviews focused on his music on big radio stations during prime slots
  • interviews focused on his music / performances on talk shows during prime time 
  • social media focused on his music with working links and the whole shebang that should be a given
  • performances on nationally / globally broadcasted events

That’s not too much to ask, or is it?

Student Council Prez [14.5]

Back to Episode 14
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The streets are desolate except for the lamp posts’ glow cascading down at the sidewalks, making your shadow come alive and the crescent moon, trickling it’s own milky light behind the dawdling clouds. Every soft exhale that escapes your lips creates a cold puff of air and you dig your nose deeper into your coat, scrunching your shoulders up to try to conserve heat as you kick the pebbles underneath your feet.

Thankfully it’s not snowing but you can’t feel your cheeks or your frost bitten fingers, desperately looking for warmth in your pockets. You look down the streets of the four way intersection, wondering where he is but then you’re pleasantly surprised when you see him running.

Min Yoongi running for you - now that’s a sight you won’t ever get tired of seeing.

Your lips upturn into a smile before you quickly press them together, purposely turning away and scoffing when he gets close enough to hear. “About time you came. I thought you were going to leave me out here to die.”

“Sorry.” He huffs out tiredly, lungs on fire and you look at him, feeling guilty for pretending to be mad.

It was already Christmas break and you were leaving to your aunt’s to celebrate, your uncle joining you for the first time. You were excited for the family to be rejoined again but you couldn’t help but feel blue about not spending it with Yoongi and leaving him behind.

Your aunt would be mortified if you brought a boy along; perhaps one day in a few years but that was still too far away to think about. If you brought someone home officially to her, it would be to ask for a marriage blessing and the thought made you too flustered.

Thus, the night before you were going to leave, Yoongi had asked you to meet at the four-way street, exactly at the halfway point of his house and yours.

“Are you leaving soon?” He mumbles.

“In the morning.” You reply quietly, the both of you aimlessly walking down the street together.

When your hand accidentally grazes his, he grabs it and twines his fingers through yours. You whirl your head to him but he’s looking away with a repressed smile, staring at the night sky. “It’s pretty out.” He remarks, trying to sound casual.

“Yoongi.” You laugh. “There are literally no stars out. It’s all covered in clouds.”  

“Uh huh.” He nods with thought, more and more of his smile slipping through. You notice his ears turning red and you giggle quietly beside him. “Your hands are freaking cold.” He says with a frown as he shakes your held hands.

“It’s because you made me wait too long.” You chime out in a light voice, playfully teasing him.

He doesn’t respond, just shuffling in his other pocket for a moment before he pulls out a pair of knitted mittens and stops in his tracks. “What are you doing?” You ask as he holds up your hands and slides them into the toasty warmth.

“I didn’t have a bag to wrap them in and it’s not like I know how to gift wrap anyways.” He mumbles, barely enough for you to understand. “Last time on our retreat, you had holes in yours.” They’re red and simple mittens, a little too large as your fingertips don’t reach all the way up but incredibly warm and you feel something hit inside chest. “There. Is it warm?”

“Of course it’s warm. But what about you?”

“I’ll just hold your hand.” He muses, continuing to walk with his hand in yours. He turns to look at you when you’ve gone quiet and he breaks out in laughter. “Are you crying right now, Y/N?”

“No I’m not!” You stammer out, looking away. You’re not crying but more so tearing up, feeling incredibly emotional from his simple gesture.

Maybe it’s because the holiday season made the both of you too busy and your sadness for not spending it with him accumulated. Maybe it’s because you always thought he was heartless and held so many prejudices against him. But at this moment you saw him as such a sweet boy whom you used to hate so deeply and you never wanted to punch your past self so hard in the face before.

“I didn’t get you anything.” You mumble. “There wasn’t enough time and I didn’t know what to get you and….”

Yoongi chuckles. “Is that why you’re crying?”

“I said I’m not crying!”

Yoongi suddenly grabs you in an embrace, squishing your jacket on top of his and muffling your face in the cold fabric. You flail your arms for a second and he nearly falters from your immense strength. It requires everything and more from Yoongi to keep you still. “I don’t need anything from you.”

Just when you freeze, ready to melt from his words, he adds on- “You’re already my slave by contract and my girlfriend from your own will. It’s a little insane on your part but that’s all that I can ask for.”

You finally push him away as he laughs again. You huff out at him angrily as you stomp away. “Merry Christmas Yoongi!” You spit the sweet words sourly from your tongue. You shove your hand out, pointing at him through your new gloves. “And I love your Christmas gift! I’m going to wear it until I die!”

Yoongi almost falls to the ground in laughter at the contradictions in your words and your tone; sounding like you’re going to murder someone and speaking so angrily yet thanking him at the same time.

He watches as you leave, hands dug in his pocket and a smile on his lips.

The farther you walk, the less provoked you become, especially with the red gloves on your hands, his gift to you. You don’t know why but it seems like it’s only Yoongi who can get so easily get under your skin. One moment, he’s making you act crazily head over heels and the next, you want to insanely rip off his head.

No matter what, he’s always making you lose your mind.

Yoongi is suddenly tugged by the hood of his jacket, spun around and in less of a second, your lips are pressed against his for a long moment. He smiles in the kiss before you pull away with your cheeks heating up. “That’s my Christmas gift to you. Bye asshole.”

He grins watching you run off frantically like an idiot, nearly slipping on the ice. He whispers something under his breath that is head by no one except for him and the cold puff of air that leaves his lips; sweet three words that you’d finally hear much later on and perhaps someday else when you truly are his.

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