1:40am Josh talking to himself alone in the havenot room.
“I am an outsider, I am alone but I am a vote and the vote that counts tomorrow. And its taking a tole on me because do I keep Jillian who I can have as an ally and continue to play this game with and she’s not a threat to my game or do I keep Christmas that is going after Cody but is a strong player even with a broken leg. She is a strong number for the strong alliance. But has trusted me but is not willing to break her back like I am willing to do for Paul. I am really torn because I am not sure what to do. I gave people my word but looking at the bigger picture I don’t think its best for my game so this is really hard. I’ve gone through BB hell. I’ve had to fight for my safety since day 1! I have a strong 5 out there, with me its 6. This is an underdogs game. This isn’t a high school game, this isn’t a popularity contest. I trust Dom, I trust Paul but I do not trust those two showmances .. Mark, I don’t trust Elena, I don’t trust Matt. And I love Raven but I don’t trust her gamewise. I fu*ked up in the beginning. I think Matt is a very intelligent person. I don’t like how he throws out”
Can I just say I love this DLC, bless it for existing cause this is all I want under my tree tbh and I feel like we can all relate
IM ACTUALLY WHEEZING BC ITS THE FIRST TIME I SEE AKIRA IN THAT OUTFIT BECAUSE I HAVENT BEEN HOME TO DOWNLOAD IT AND I FEEL SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW ITS CHRISTMAS IN JULY 10/10 WOULD SANTA AGAIN
> but yes I think we all deserve an Akira under our trees
When Princess Emma decides to ask Lieutenant Killian Jones to the annual Royal Holiday Ball, things do not go as planned. His captain, and older brother, Liam will not stand for it. There is no one else she would like to attend with, so maybe this ball wont be so magical after all… What happens next however, may surprise this sweet duckling.
Imagine holiday decorating with the Doctor, as a way for him to meet the rest of your family.
(IM FEELING SO FRICKING CHRISTMAS RIGHT NOW I DONT KNOW WHY ITS SEPTEMBER BUT I WISH IT WERE CHRISTMAS TIME ALL THE TIME I FLIPPING LOVE CHRISTMAS HOLD SHIZ AND HANAKA TOO OMG I LOVE WINTER AND HOLIDAYS AND THE LIGHTS HALP ITS SEPTEMBER)
Imagine Bucky’s first late night Christmas party with the Avengers.
(gifs not mine)
It’s 3.30 AM.
Steve shakes his head, trying to make the furniture stop moving so much. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. The chairs keep coming in and out of focus. Damn, Thor’s mead really does pack a punch, he thinks to himself.
An unexpected pressure on his shoulder makes him look down. Bucky has just sat down next to him and laid his head on Steve’s shoulder. “It sure does,” he says.
This confuses Steve. How did he know?
“Because you’re still talking out loud, Stevie.” Bucky laughs. “You always were a funny drunk.”
Steve merely smiles, contenting himself with knowing that Bucky can always read his mind.
Suddenly, Bucky jumps. A cold hand had snaked up over the back of the sofa and wrapped itself around his throat. “Gotcha Barnes,” Natasha chuckles, walking around the couch to sit on the armrest and digging her feet into the cushions at Bucky’s side.
“Wow, I really am wasted,” he says, recovering from the shock.
“So, what are you two love birds up to?” Natasha asks.
“Uuhm,” Steve starts, but he isn’t sure where he’s going with it, so he just stares at Natasha with wide eyes instead.
“Sounds fascinating,” she nods, “anyway, I wanted to give you two this.” She hands them a little box. “You know I’m not exactly the present-giving type, but this is something I found a little while back and you guys deserve this.”
Bucky takes the little box and looks up at Natasha again. She smiles at him, a real smile –one that means something- then gets up and walks away. She moves over to Clint, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Bucky watches as Clint turns around to face Natasha. He leans in and they share a kiss. It feels too private for Bucky to keep watching, so lets his gaze wander across the room to Tony and Pepper. They’re sitting on either side of Bruce, talking to him intently. He looks a little lost. Bucky is pretty sure they’ll try to adopt him next.
And then of course, there’s Thor. He is currently standing on the other side of the room, doing nothing but grinning into space and looking like the happy puppy Bucky has come to know him as. When he sees Bucky looking at him he raises his glass in Bucky’s direction and bellows “Cheerful Christmas, my friend!”
Bucky nods at him and grins back, then looks down at the little package still in his hand.
He takes off the paper, revealing the box beneath. Slowly, he removes the lid. What he sees inside surprises him more than anything else this evening.
It’s a small stack of pictures. The one on top is of him and Stevie, from back in the day. In their apartment in Brooklyn, Steve lying on the couch, bare-chested and wearing a red Santa Claus hat. Bucky is hanging over the back of the couch, his outstretched arm taking the picture of the two of them. In the background there’s a small Christmas tree.
Bucky stares at it. He never thought he’d see these pictures again. He looks over at Steve, asleep on his shoulder. Now, it really is Christmas.
In today’s edition of fics I won’t be writing, I’m dreaming of a White Christmas AU, with Grantaire as the Bob Wallace-type character, the cynical but kind-hearted performer and producer, and Enjolras as Betty Haynes, the younger and beautiful singer who wants to make her own way in the world.
After Grantaire gets out of the army, where he served under General Lamarque, he returns to show business with his new partner, Courfeyrac. But after several years of success, Courfeyrac is convinced that Grantaire needs to settle down with someone. Enter Enjolras and his “sister”, Combeferre, who perform in a drag double-act.
Even the dialogue from the movie fits (with only minor tweaks):
Enjolras leaned forward, a frown puckering his forehead, and Grantaire had to resist the urge to lean in and kiss it in hopes of smoothing the perfect, pale skin. “Mr. Grantaire, before you go any further, I must tell you: you were brought here under false pretenses. Combeferre wrote the letter to you, not Sgt. Bahorel.” Grantaire sat back in his seat, and Enjolras quickly added, “Combeferre just figured you’d never come see us if we asked, and you might if Bahorel did, since you served with him in the army.”
“Well, what do you know,” Grantaire remarked mildly, a smirk curving his lips as he looked over at where Combeferre and Courfeyrac were dancing. “Even Combeferre’s got an angle going.”
Enjolras’s frown deepened as he clearly took offense at Grantaire’s words. “He didn’t mean anything by it–” he started, but Grantaire cut him off with a smile.
“Don’t apologize,” he reassured Enjolras, who looked anything but comforted. “Everybody’s got an angle.”
Now Enjolras’s eyes narrowed and he sat back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “That’s pretty cynical of you,” he said coolly.
Grantaire laughed and fluttered his eyelashes at Enjolras, his grin widening when Enjolras blushed slightly. “Oh come now, Monsieur Enjolras – surely you know everybody’s got a little larceny operating in them.”
“Combeferre and I don’t play angles,” Enjolras said stiffly, clearly trying not to succumb to Grantaire’s charm and thoroughly rejecting his premise.
Rolling his eyes, Grantaire propped his chin on his hand. “If that letter wasn’t an angle, then what was it?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.
Enjolras glared at him. “I don’t like your implication.”
Grantaire laughed and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Listen, I’ve no squawks or beefs with what Combeferre did tonight. He played a percentage, it worked, and we’re here. All I’m saying is, when you’ve been in show business for as long as I have, you get used to people working angles. That’s all.”
His placating tone had no effect on Enjolras, who raised his chin defiantly and told Grantaire coldly, “As the chance of us meeting again is extremely remote, I don’t think it’s important to go on arguing.”
Grantaire rolled his eyes and reached for the bottle of champagne to refill his glass. “Well, I’ll drink to that,” he muttered.
Enjolras arched an eyebrow at him. “Be my guest.”
And of course, they end up going to the same little inn in Vermont together, where Enjolras is shocked to learn that Grantaire served under the famed General Lamarque, the same man that Enjolras has revered for years. On top of that, when Grantaire learns that Lamarque’s inn is in trouble, he selflessly offers to help, which makes Enjolras look at him in a different light.
Naturally, the course of true love never did run smooth, and oh, misunderstandings abide, but eventually, on Christmas Eve, Enjolras and Grantaire confess their love to each other and toast to the future and to each other…
“May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white.”