my mom asked me about the mug and i tried to explain why it was funny and how it came to be


WELLLLLlll okay it’s not a shirt, but only because the original image itself was an odd dimension size and a bit too small and resizing it would have made it blurry when printing on a shirt. BUT when I get a bit of free time (pffttttcute Xedra, ‘free time’) I want to remake the image to be of a high enough resolution to print on a shirt. :D

But I do love me some mugs, so I’m more than pleased as punch right now. A mighty thirst indeed ahuhuhuh~ :D Thanks so much, @asrielisdeadandfloweyisabitch <3

Seven Days of Christmas: Day 7

Summary: When the holidays don’t turn out the way you planned, seven people bring you holiday cheer and celebrate with you.

Genre: SMUT, Cute, Fluff, Fun. Comedy

Length: 3310


You opened the door to your place, and it was dark, except for your fireplace. You hadn’t used the thing since you moved in, and you didn’t even know that it worked. It made the place feel extra cozy and warm, though, so you wondered why you had never tried it before. JB stood in front of you with two mugs filled with hot chocolate. Little marshmallows floated on the top of the liquid, and it looked perfect.

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Happy holidays to @enoughtotemptme!

Main pairing: Bellamy/Clarke

Summary: “Screw it, she thinks and crashes her lips against his. It’s awkward at first – her nose bumps his and the angle is all off, but then his hands are on her cheeks and he guides her so it’s just right. Perfect, actually. And now she’s wondering why they hell they haven’t done this before.” aka Bellarke + Christmas tree 

A/N: Merry Christmas, Julia! Hope your day is filled with love, joy and peace. 

“Tell me again why I have to spend Christmas Eve with your brother?”

“Because he’s brooding and you’re brooding.”

“I am not brooding,” Clarke complains as she passes the marshmallows over to Octavia.

“You are. You have been ever since-”

“Lexa,” she finishes. And okay, maybe she has been brooding – a little – but it’s not because she hasn’t moved on. Because she has. “It’s not that, O. I was supposed to spend Christmas with her parents and yeah, I don’t really want to go back home to my mom gloating that she was right about our relationship, you know.”

“Which I totally get. But I don’t wait either of you to be alone on Christmas,” she pauses and takes a sip of her hot chocolate. “And he’s your friend, so do it for him.”

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