it may be the holiday season

this holiday season, i’m eternally grateful that alicia and bob knew about kent, because that means they’ve been in jack’s corner in every way since then

i’m eternally grateful they told jack explicitly, or at least acted effusive enough, that he truly thinks they “love the idea that [they’re] together”

i’m eternally grateful that jack is now 100% himself with his parents, can love bitty out in the open within most of their circle, and is thinking about coming out to all the people who he thinks should know

he’s in the nhl, he’s got an a, he’s in love, and he’s out to most of the people who matter to him. what a year for jack zimmermann! bless us every one

'Tis The Season.[Newt Scamander Drabble Series].

I freaking live for Holiday fics. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t listening to Ms. Believer By Twenty One Pilots on repeat when writing this, so if you wanna listen to it while reading, go ahead! It’s under a read more bc it’s really long so lol.

Originally posted by newdscamander

Title: ‘Tis The Season.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 3891. (5 Total Drabbles.)
Rating: K.


No.1

“Don’t you know what mistletoe is?” You asked from across the table as Newt rose his eyebrows to the sound of your voice. Jacob was beside you, concentrating a bit too heavily on Queenie as she stood with her back to him. She was talking to Tina about something you couldn’t quite hear. You weren’t even sure how the conversation swayed this way, but it may have been when Jacob began talking about No-Maj holiday traditions. Queenie and Tina seemed familiar enough with a mistletoe, but Newt seemed slightly puzzled.

“I do.” Newt said softly, “But, what if the case of… Not wanting to kiss rises? Are the people under it given the choice of a handshake rather than a kiss?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jacob finally inquired. “It doesn’t have to be on the lips, one on the cheek is just fine, right?”

“No!” Queenie gasped and turned around, “It’s romantic, ain’t it? It’s gotta be on the lips.” Tina laughed at Queenie’s sudden defense against such a No-Maj Holiday tradition. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t kiss (Name) under a mistletoe, Mr. Scamander.”

Newt got quiet in front of you and stared down at the table with his sparkling green eyes. He smiled, or at least tried to. His mouth quirked to the side momentarily. Queenie had surely read his mind, catching just enough to know what the real deal was. “Please, don’t.”

“He would, honey.” Queenie turned her attention to you and gave a warm smile, “He wouldn’t give you a handshake.”

“Well, that’s good to know, right?” Jacob laughed and looked at you as a blush hit your cheeks.

“Good to know.” You repeated and looked at Newt, who was equally smothered in such a thought.

“I got a mistletoe right here.” Queenie raised her right hand and released it. It hovered in the air. “Wouldn’t you want to kiss (Name), Mr. Scamander?”

The answer was a ‘yes’, Queenie was certainly aware of this. But, it was all fun and games right now. A sort of festive feeling rose into your chest as you looked at Newt, who had yet to answer plainly. “You know the answer to that, Queenie.” He finally spoke, tilting his seated body to the side. 

“Yeah, but (Name) doesn’t.” With a wave of her wand, Queenie placed the mistletoe between the two of you and bit her bottom lip. She looked at Jacob and gave a rather flirtatious grin before saying, “Aren’t cha gonna kiss her, Mr. Scamander? It’s a holiday tradition, kiss her.” Queenie almost whined but managed to contain herself long enough to watch with bright blue eyes as Newt picked up your hand.

He kissed your knuckles, giving a knowing smile to you before dropping it once again. “I prefer to kiss her without so many watchful eyes.” Newt finally said and sat back in his seat. He didn’t quite let his eyes leave yours as he spoke a bit deeper, “that’s all you’re getting.”

“I’m quite satisfied with that.” You teased and laughed quietly.

Queenie popped her mouth open, “But…” She swallowed and pouted, “A kiss…”


No.2.

Snow was spilling from the bright night sky outside. It would catch into the ledge of your windows, some of it melting from the heat of the inside and some of it staying cold. Some condensation was apparent, but not too much. In the right corner of your living room sat a leather suitcase that you knew all to well. A jacket was placed very delicately over it, along with a scarf. Across from those items, you stood.

You stared at the bare tree in front of you and tilted your head in thought. It was bare in the sense that nothing was on it other than the string of lights that were placed before. They were turned on, giving your face a sort of angelic glow, or at least Newt thought. It was in a good spot, sitting in the corner of your living room, far away from the fireplace that it didn’t spark any potential danger for setting your apartment on fire. Biting your bottom lip, you heard Newt shuffling through the decorations you had placed very carefully inside of a box. There were so many things left unsaid, things that didn’t actually need words as he began gently taking the ornaments out of their packages.

This was something he hadn’t done in what felt like his entire life, though there may have been a memory here and there of decorating a tree with his parents when he was still a wee child. Tracing a simply gold, glass ornament in his hands, he sat up and stepped a few carefully placed paces to stand beside you. You looked over at him, holding your hand out for the ornament.

His green eyes shone in the light of the fireplace as he handed it to you, your fingertips grazing against his palms as you took it. Raising your hands, you clasped it onto the tree. “Thank you.” You whispered quietly as he bent down and grabbed another ornament. This one was blue, reflecting the Christmas lights on the tree as Newt leaned forward and put it on this time.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had spent quality time around someone during the Holiday’s. During the past ten or so years, it had been a constant move with him. He hadn’t been in one place too long. He didn’t have time to celebrate. That didn’t mean Newt didn’t grasp onto the last standing memories he had of spending them with his family.

“It’s beautiful.” Newt said, swallowing after he did. He was trying to contain the swirl of emotions hitting his chest like a big wave. “Really.”

“We’ve only got two ornaments on it.” You laughed, wrapping an arm around his body. He smiled at you, kissing your forehead before shutting his eyes tightly.

“That doesn’t make it any less beautiful.” Reaching up, he brushed his fingertips against your cheek before tucking back some of your hair. He had opened his eyes and gazed down at you. “ In some cases, less is more… And more is less… You…” Newt kissed your nose once again, “Have helped me realize that recently, thank you.”

You peppered your lips against his fingertips, giving a rather brilliant smile before saying, “Let’s make it more is less then, give me a… Green ornament.”

“Anything for you.” He stated, bending down to dig into the box for a green one. “I mean that. Anything.”


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The largest trees in the world, giant sequoias can stand more than 250 feet tall and grow over 30 feet wide at the base. These huge trees at Sequoia & Kings Canyon National Parks in California are dressed for Christmas in their winter finery. Whatever your holiday tradition may be, we hope you enjoy a season of peace and joy. Photo courtesy of Susan Mapson Schleppenbach.

as much as you may want to, do not contact toxic people/people from your past this holiday season. i know it can be very tempting, but please remember that there’s a reason they WERE a part of your life and ARE NOT anymore. don’t ruin your holiday season by reaching out to someone you need to let go of. don’t ruin theirs either for the same reason. they’re in the past for the reason. remember that

a deancas fic rec to help you survive the holidays

some fics u might not have read to help u escape from reality this holiday season (that have nothing to do with christmas)

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Happy holiday season! May your days be smutty and bright!



“What did I tell you.”



“Shut up.”

Remus toed his shoes off, “No, what did I tell you?”

Sirius closed his eyes, the rain sounding more like hail on the windows, the cars with not-crappy tires whizzing past them from their place on the shoulder of the road, “Shut. Up.”

Remus put his feet up on the dashboard and popped a potato chip into his mouth, shrugging, “I said it was gonna rain, that’s all. I said it was going to rain, and what did you say again?”

Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose.

Remus cocked his head to the side, “What was that?”

“I said it wasn’t going to rain, okay? Shut up.”

Remus put his hands up, smirking, “Alright, alright.”

They listened to a clap of thunder roll across the sky.

“You know, any old person would be saying ‘I told you so’ right now.”

Sirius looked at Remus with a sarcastic smile, “Well, aren’t you valiant then.”

Remus grinned back, “A bit, yes.”

Sirius groaned, slumping in his seat until his knees were crunched up against the steering wheel, “We’re going to be here for hours. Fuck.”

“We have potato chips.”

Sirius rested his cheek against his knees, his voice coming out slightly muffled, “You’re eating all the potato chips.”

Remus rolled his eyes but smiled, crinkling the bag closed and throwing it at his feet, “Oh, come here.”

Sirius pressed his face fully into his knees, “No.”

Remus laughed, reaching cross the center console to try and tug Sirius towards him, “Come here.

Sirius groaned.

“Why?” Remus laughed.

Sirius took his face out from the fabric of his sweatpants just long enough to glower at Remus, “Because you’re just too valiant.”

“Jesus Christ Pads, come here.”

Sirius allowed himself to be pulled, rather uncomfortably, into Remus’ lap, glowering the entire time.

His stare only melted a little at the feeling of Remus’ warm fingers running under his layers of jacket, sweatshirt, and t-shirt, fingers sliding over his rib cage. Remus dug his fingers in slightly, pulling Sirius closer, “I know a way to pass the time.”

Sirius tried his best to keep his front up, “Do you?”

Remus leaned forward, taking Sirius’ bottom lip gently between his teeth. He grinned, “Uhuh…” Sirius’ breathing hitched as Remus’ teeth dug into his skin a little harder for a moment, before he released it, “You might want to loose the glower though… I think you might like it.”

Sirius gaze melted at the mischievous smile on Remus’ face, “Well, what did you have in mind?”

Remus grinned, and Sirius let out a yelp as they were jolted backwards. Remus had flattened the seat out.

“God-“ Sirius laughed, hands falling on either side of Remus’ head, supporting himself, “Little warning next timph-“

Remus’ kiss was hot and hard, lips working slowly over Sirius’ as his palms slid, warm and dry on his skin, and for a moment everything but the constant patter of rain on the windows was whited out. Sirius let himself fall into it, back arching against his hands and chests pressing together. Remus spread his legs suddenly, knocking Sirius’ knees out from under him so that they fell together.

“Jesus..” Sirius panted, eyes slipping closed as Remus’ mouth dragged from his pulse point, the place they had slipped to when Sirius had fallen, along his jawline. It left a cool trail when warm lips were replaced with chilly air. Remus laughed breathlessly, hand moving between them, fingers hooking over the elastic waist of Sirius’ sweatpants for a moment before slipping his hand inside.

Sirius opened his eyes. His chest tingled with each rapid beat of his heart, all sparked by RemusRemusRemus; the look on his face as he watched each of Sirius’ reactions to the movements of his hands, his touch.

Sirius sucked in a sharp breath, letting a small sound escape, and tucked his face into Remus’ neck at a particularly perfectly aimed stroke of Remus’ thumb, “Re..”

“Hm?”

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but just ended up sucking gently on Remus’ pulse point instead. He pressed his hand to Remus’ lower stomach in place of words, just above the button of his jeans. His fingers felt too clumsy to ever get it undone— definitely not with Remus’ hand in his pants and breath on his neck— and he ended up just letting out a frustrated noise.

Remus laughed softly, “Having trouble?”

Sirius just shot him a look and roughly pushed up his thick, gray sweatshirt, still rain-speckled from their earlier run to the car. Remus’ white t-shirt came with it, and he threw the two clothing items into the drivers seat. His hands moved back to Remus’ pants but Remus captured both of Sirius’ palms in one of his.

He smirked, “First you.”

Sirius opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short with a gasp as Remus sat up suddenly, pushing Sirius’ jumper up, mouth instantly latching onto his chest. Sirius let his head loll back, his eyes slip shut, as Remus wound his arms around Sirius’ newly bared waist tightly. His lips were soft and slow against the dip in the middle space where Sirius’ ribcage met. Sirius allowed himself to revel in the touch for a moment before he started fidgeting, squirming to get out of the the sweatshirt that suddenly felt all too warm.

They laughed stupidly when Sirius got stuck for a moment, and Remus instantly tilted his chin up to capture Sirius’ lips, only they were almost smiling too much.

“Here,” Remus mumbled against his mouth. He held Sirius tightly with one arm, the other reaching forward to fiddle with the heat, “you warm enough?”

Sirius nodded, nose bumping Remus’, and guided his hand back around him, fingers tilting his chin back towards him.

“‘m warm.” He mumbled quietly, before kissing Remus like Remus had kissed him: hotly and fierce.

Remus’ response was almost instant, his body reacting like electricity to Sirius’. His hands were instantly in his hair, and then on his chest, then tugging at his pants. Sirius’ fingers finally accomplished undoing Remus’ jeans. They broke the kiss for only a moment, Sirius pushing Remus roughly backwards onto the flattened seat, Remus arching his hips off the seat so Sirius could slide the denim from his legs. Remus had an easier time removing the cotton sweatpants, groping Sirius’ bare arse while he was at it.

Sirius muffled a laugh against Remus’ neck and fell against his chest again, mouths colliding messily. He gasped as their bare skin touched, heat against heat, hips knocking together.

“Fuck-”

Sirius shuttered when Remus’ breath hit his neck as he muttered the curse. Remus’ hands dug into Sirius’ arse, pulling their bodies tighter together. Sirius spread his legs a little, knees against Remus’ hips, feet pressing against the center console and passenger door for leverage.

The moment he started rocking, the moment he saw Remus’ face, he thought he was a goner. The slide of their cocks was slightly awkward, bumping a little, but heaven. Sirius reached up to grab the shoulder of the passenger seat, needing something to hold onto, as he watched Remus’ eyes slip closed and draw his lip between his teeth.

“Jesus Pads…” The nickname sent sparks up Sirius’ spine. Remus’ hands tight on his hips sent jolts of static electricity through him. His hips jolted more sporadically now, slightly more desperate for the building friction. He mere image, the weight of their bodies moving together, was almost too much.

Sirius gripped the seat tighter when he felt Remus’ nails dig into the fragile skin of his hips. He let a small sound escape as Remus too started moving his hips, bucking up as Sirius pushed down, and nearly increasing the friction tenfold. Remus let out a soft noise at the same time he did at this revelation and was suddenly pushing himself onto his elbows, then all the way so their chests were pressed together, cocks held tight between them. Sirius let his head drop onto Remus’ shoulder, cheek to skin, breath fanning across Remus’ neck as he continued to hump his hips forward in time with their panting breaths. He felt Remus press kisses to his neck, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach without putting a single inch of distance between them.

“So fucking good, Pads…” He was breathless, arms tight around Sirius, “So good, c’mon, keep going… please..” He added the please like an after thought, like he didn’t know he was saying it out loud.

Remus’ pleas made Sirius’ breath catch in his throat, the soft murmurs of please and his name in his ear spurring him on to the point where his nails dug into Remus’ back and the tension was almost too much and not enough at the same time. He huffed into Remus’ neck and moved to pull back— only Remus got the message too quickly. Remus’ hand was between them in an instant, wrapping around both of them together and moving a little desperately.

“Re-“ Sirius’ hands went to his hair, threading his fingers through the tousled strands. He couldn’t seem to still his hips against Remus’ skin, “Remus, fuck- yes- God, yes-“

And Remus let out a choked moan and Sirius was finished, gone. He felt Remus’ forehead fall into his shoulder so that their bodies were almost completely intertwined, white heat painting their chests between them. He gasped for air and was only further surrounded by Remus, warm and musky and homehomehome.

Sirius’ breathing was shuddery as it slowed, his lungs and heart trying to match each other’s pace. He could feel Remus’ heart doing the exact same thing, fighting to matching his breaths. Sirius let all of his muscles relax into Remus’ chest, and Remus took the hint, laying them back down against the seat. Sirius let his eyes slip closed, re-opening one briefly when he felt Remus shift slightly, but it was only so he could pull both their sweatshirts of them as a sort of makeshift blanket.

“Good?” He asked quietly as he tried to cover Sirius’ quickly cooling body as best he could.

Sirius hummed contently, tracing his finger tips along Remus’ collar bone. Remus let his head rest back, pushing his fingers under the sweatshirts to rest on the warm skin of Sirius’ back.

“Pretty good idea I had then?”

Sirius hummed again.

“I mean, I know I said I wouldn’t say this but-”

Sirius didn’t open his eyes, “Don’t.”

“I told you-“

“You’re ruining a perfectly good moment.”

Remus pulled Sirius closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “This is still a perfectly good moment…”

Sirius didn’t have the energy to fight back and sunk back into to Remus’ chest with nothing but a light hit to his arm.

“…I just had to get it off my chest.”

Remus.”

Those who reblog this before December 11th will receive a Pokémon egg!

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You might remember way long ago when I did this last time. Since it is the holiday season, I thought I should do it again. All you have to do is reblog this and I will give you a Pokemon egg! (however, this will be to the first 100) - though I might think about increasing this number 

Also, you need to have a submit box!

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What you will receive ~ 


Example:


“Here’s your Pokémon egg! Take good care of it ‘til it hatches!”

*next day* “Oh look! Your egg is about to hatch!”

“It hatched into…”

“…a Vulpix! Congratulations!”


This is just one example — you could get any pokemon!

JW: But it’s Christmas!

SH: I know! I feel the same… oh, you mean it’s actually Christmas.

From Sherlock Seattle to you: However you celebrate the season, may all your holiday wishes come true!

Merry Christmas/Happy Hannukah/Blessed Solstice/Fabulous Festivus/Happy Kwanzaa/Wonderful Whatever and a bright and shining New Year to you all! No matter what you celebrate this time of year, Sherlock Seattle wishes you peace, joy, light, and wonderful adventures to come!

Special thanks to @navydream for the fabulous art that we put on our Sherlock Seattle Festive Card for the exchange!

And, bonus sketch! (because we love John’s expression in this one. ;-)

Some curse ideas.

Kinda upset over the whole holiday season and the usual crap that goes on this time of year and its gotten me thinking of some curses to fit your cursing needs. Use the cursing method of your choice, think of these as a think tank/ idea list. They range from mild and petty all the way up to bitter and vengeful :)

•May your sex life be as dull as my smile
•May the things that go in your mouth be as foul as that which comes out.
•May your coffee be as bitter as your attitude.
•May your whispers echo out like screams.
•May your resume go as ignored as our messages.
•May you gain as much weight as you try to lose.
•May you gain one bad habit for ever one you break.
•May your luck be as rotten as the way you treat others.
•May you lose all the gift recites that you need for returns.
•May minor things inconvience you as much as you have inconvienced me.
• May all your new recipes turn out poorly.
•May you no longer enjoy your favorite foods.
•May your favorite drink always be in Stock but never in an enjoyable supply.
•May all your favorite foods be eaten by others or spoil before you can enjoy them.
•May those you mistreat lose their fear of you.
•May your true self be known to all.
•May enough of your decorative lights burn out for it to be noticeable but not enough to justify buying a new set.
•May you always be just short on the change you need to buy yourself a treat.
•May you sleep long but never restful.
•May your tasks be completed by others in a way you find unsatisfactory.
•May your hot drink be to weak to enjoy, and may it go forgotten until it’s cold.
•May your winter be as cold as your summer is hot.
•May the wind always blow in your face.
•May the wind alway penetrate your warm jacket.
•May your gifts never wrap properly.
•May all your important calls be missed.

Those are some for now, might add some more later if I can think of some. Use them as you see fit and have fun cursing this holiday season.

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We couldn’t be more different.
But you can’t imagine your life without her.

Merry Christmas, @daisyskyewalker! I wish you lots of love and happiness during the holiday season and a Happy New Year, may it be a good one for you (: I hope you enjoy your gift.

A thought as we approach 2017.

Don’t underestimate the power a like, positive comment or reblog has on someone who’s new or starting out and using Tumblr to share their health or fitness journey.
It can be the difference between them giving up and giving it their all.
All these mega blogs with thousands and thousands of followers can never appreciate a single “like” or comment saying “good job” like someone new will. Because those are the people who need it the most right now, the ones who are questioning if they really can do it and you may just be what helps convince them they can.
I’ve been there, I’ve experienced it and I’ve felt that feeling. Confidence and encouragement is infectious and if you spread a little around others are likely to catch it.
So this holiday season help me cheer on the little blogs and new people just starting out. It may just be the best gift they receive and a pivotal point in someone’s journey!!

Who is This Guy?

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

Peter Parker x Reader

Written by Danielle

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1,713

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is just a little something I wrote and I hope you like it! It is not my favorite, but I love their conversation. :) For those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you all have a good holiday!
Christina and I are still open to taking any requests you guys may have (just as long as there is no smut involved) so feel free to message us suggestions you may have! Thank  you! :) 


You wake up to the sound of your alarm which is way too loud for your liking. Since the seasons have been changing and it’s becoming colder and colder, there is no way you want to get up from the warm cocoon you’ve made in your bed. You groan when you look outside and see it is pitch black. All of these factors add up to absolutely no motivation to get up. You didn’t get much sleep last night and don’t really want to go to your morning art class. You aren’t a huge fan of art, but you were taking it to get elective credits, and it was better than some of the other options. The only reason you really enjoyed the class was because it meant you got to see him.

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If you should like them I offer my own blessings towards you and yours for the holidays.

May your tables be full, your pockets heavy and your hearts light.

I hope truly that you all have as great a holiday as myself.

Don’t forget to share with those who are gone from us and those who are far.

And to friends who are entering warmer seasons enjoy the sunshine and daylight for me.

‘Tis The Season

Just a little holiday-themed fluff to try and ease me back into this whole writing thing. Ignores Cat leaving CatCo, because I still like to pretend that that never happened. Happy holidays, lovely people; I hope you have a wonderful (and safe!) few days :)

Cat is quiet as she presses open her front door and slips inside, smiles when she hears the sound of laughter echoing from the kitchen down the hall.

It’s a sound that, up until just a few months ago, had been so rare in her apartment – she was used to coming home from work to find Carter curled up with a book or his homework or playing video games, with Ella nearby watching him with a quiet but careful eye.

Now she is much more likely to find him chasing after the woman that has lit up both of their lives with so much brightness and joy, and today is no exception, as Cat kicks off her heels and pads down the hallway towards the sound of Carter’s voice.

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