it's a christmas story

This is my (very very very overdue) gift for the lovely and amazing @longstoryshortikilledhim as part of the @verymerrykylux​ gift exchange. Thank you so much for your patience with me! They asked for a scene from one of their fics, and I picked this beautiful scene from chapter 2 of their a m a z i n g fic, Psychomania. I highly recommend this fic if you haven’t already read it. It’s a beautifully written piece, and I can only hope I managed to do it justice. 

Adrift somewhere, with old traditions.

Merry Christmas!


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my mom asked me to help with the christmas decorating, so i decided to put some pictures on the mantle to tie it all together. looks nice, right? look closer

i printed out pictures of jeffrey dean morgan and put them in frames

my mom is going to hate me


10 Holiday Films Written or Co-Written by Women to Watch This Winter

Arthur Christmas (2011) - Written by Sarah Smith and Peter Baynham

Santa’s clumsy son Arthur gets put on a mission with St. Nick’s father to give out a present they misplaced to a young girl in less than 2 hours.

Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001) - Written by Helen Fielding, Richard Curtis, and Andrew Davies

A British woman is determined to improve herself while she looks for love in a year in which she keeps a personal diary.

Carol (2015) - Written by Phyllis Nagy

An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York.

You’ve Got Mail (1998) - Written by Nora and Delia Ephron

Two business rivals who despise each other in real life unwittingly fall in love over the Internet.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) - Written by Caroline Thompson

Jack Skellington, king of Halloween Town, discovers Christmas Town, but doesn’t quite understand the concept.

The Holiday (2006) - Written by Nancy Meyers

Two women troubled with guy-problems swap homes in each other’s countries, where they each meet a local guy and fall in love.

Black Nativity (2013) - Written by Kasi Lemmons

A Baltimore teen travels to New York City to spend Christmas with his estranged relatives, where he embarks on an inspirational journey.

It’s a Wonderful Life (1946) - Written by Frances Goodrich, Frank Capra, and Albert Hackett

An angel helps a compassionate but despairingly frustrated businessman by showing what life would have been like if he never existed.

Mixed Nuts (1994) - Written by Nora and Delia Ephron

The events focus around a crisis hotline business on one crazy night during the Christmas holidays.

A Christmas Story (1983) - Written by Leigh Brown, Jean Shepherd, and Bob Clark

In the 1940s, young Ralphie attempts to convince his parents, his teacher, and Santa that a Red Ryder B.B. gun really is the perfect Christmas gift.


Sakura tried her best to keep the frustration behind her teeth and out of her voice as she spoke into her cell. “Nom that’s the problem, I don’t have an invoice for my visit so I can’t give you an invoice number. I have money and I want to pay before it goes to collections, that’s not the issue here.”

She didn’t say anything more about how that would ruin her already sub par credit score or how she was struggling to stay sane after being redirected for the fourth time in nearly two hours of waiting between calls.

She flipped the card over in her hand and looked down. She held in her hand the card for the billing office that had a grand total of zero actual human employees that she could talk to about her problem. It was all she had gotten from her visit to the Urgent Care hospital earlier that day.

Visiting the office had been the most direct means of solving her problem, she thought. Apparently, in the week she had spent recovering from her walking pneumonia, the Urgent Care had gone under and fallen t new management with a new team.

‘Good for them,’ Sakura forced herself to think through her clouded, frustrated brain.

But it hadn’t been good for her. The new place had zero medical files and even less financial records on all prior patients. That meant no invoice for Sakura’s visit.

“Have you tried phoning the billing offices for-“

“I’m sorry,” Sakura interrupted, feeling her resolve extinguish. “I have and I’m out of time. Thank you for speaking with me. Goodbye.”

Sakura didn’t wait to hear anything more, but turned her phone off and dropped it onto her desk. She had spent too much time at work on personal matters and had nothing to show for it. Thankfully, no one was looking over the top of their cubicles at her to see.

Most of the office floor was empty and Sakura knew that most of the team at the firm where she worked was away for the holidays. It was nearly Christmas, and too many people were too eager to take off at the first chance they got. When Sakura looked around, she saw only two other people at their desks out of a total possible twenty seven cubicles.

‘No one else wants to be here,’ she thought to herself as she packed up her things. ‘You don’t want to be here either.’

In a matter of minutes she was out of the building and in her car heading towards the old gym to work out her frustrations.

There was a gym right next to her apartments that was empty from abandonment and neglect. It still had working water and the lights nearly always worked, minus a bit of flickering, but Sakura never needed that much and always made do with what she could. The only one that still had a key was her and a few other tenants who moved in prior to the closing down four years ago.

Sakura never saw them in the gym.

The first half hour was spent driving into the sandbags with her fists. Then there was some light cardio, and Sakura pushed herself to the point of exhaustion. Sitting down against the wall she stripped down to her sports bra and felt bold enough to sit there in little more than her leggings. Her ipod was still playing and absently she stretched out her fingers to switch from screaming rock music that made her blood hot, to something a bit softer.

After a moment of rest and soft lutes she pulled herself up and raised her hands high above her head, bent at the wrists and poised like a doll’s. She lifted herself up onto the toes of her feet and then felt the dip in her back as she sank into the movements she could never quiet forget no matter how many years passed.

She wasn’t a girl anymore, but her girlhood was still in her when she moved like this.  

‘You couldn’t get anyone to acknowledge you but where were you ten years ago? You were a child but you killed kings in your dreams. Now you grovel for aid and toil behind paper trails like a shrew.’ Sakura spun and caught her reflection in the fractured mirror along the wall. Her form didn’t perfectly match the reflection that stared fully back at her, but when Sakura blinked the oddity of it all vanished and everything was as it should be.

The song drifted low and ended like a heartbeat. Sakura mourned its lost just as soon.

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Serendipity by whelvenwings
Word Count: 24,000
Summary: Stuck on opposite sides of the country, Dean and Cas make big sacrifices to be together at a special time of the year. However, when they realise that their joint idea of paying a surprise visit to each other’s faraway home has left them still trapped miles away from each other, they have to find some way to meet in the middle - and it has to be before midnight if it’s going to be perfect… 

This heartwarming fic takes its inspiration from one of the most bittersweet Christmas stories I know, The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry. It starts with emotional scenes where blind actor Cas and mechanic Dean, unknowing to each other, are selling off their most valued possessions to get some money for a Christmas surprise. I confess, those scenes made me think that I’d not survive the fic without a tissue box. But then, like a true Christmas miracle, the story started to earn its title and every next scene put a bigger smile on my face. It was so fulfilling to see how the bright light of Dean and Cas’ love for each other inspired random strangers to go that extra mile and help them to meet on time. And through that, everybody found something important. If this is not the essence of destiel, I don’t what is. 

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos! 


It’s a #JaredHugginLeto-ful Life!

Merry Christmas to all
& LETO bless us, every one. // jaredleto

Edited to note that Mew from “Jim Henson’s The Christmas Toy” (aka the best 30min made for TV in the 80s muppet special about toys that live when humans aren’t around and like get suuuuper-depressed when a new toy comes to the home on Christmas morning and like some of the toys die but like not really die because it’s for children but actually it’s realllllly fucking upsetting because they go catatonic and like the other toys mourn and cry and such and pretty sure Disney/Pixar ripped off this movie for “Toy Story”) and Jimmy Stewart are basically making the same face. And it’s ahhmazing.

Merry Christmas!!!

Me and family tomorrow at Christmas party.
  • My uncle: and your boyfriend? 😏
  • Me: what
  • My grandma: c'mon we all know 😏
  • Me: but what
  • My cousin: who's the lucky boy?
  • Me: ahhhh
  • Me: i don't like penies so I don't like boys. I prefer girls and I have a girlfriend, not a boyfriend. She's really cute and hot and I'm very lucky. 😊
  • My whole family: *silence*
  • Me: so,,,,,