santa! i know him!


Well, we can’t start killing people, we’re getting life back to normal and killing people isn’t normal, sweetheart.

Joel Hammond 1.02


june is pride month so i doodled a few of my lgbt ze headcanons real quick because! they’re good

(i don’t mind if you share these exact headcanons or not they’re just my own personal ones)

The Mrs. Clause: A Coldflash AU

Santa Claus is not one person. Whenever the previous Santa dies, the successor puts on the suit and magically becomes Santa. For Barry Allen, that happened five years ago when he and his foster sister, Iris, accidentally scared Santa off the roof. And, ever since, he’s never once regretted putting on the suit. 

Then, his magic starts to fade. Barry and his head elves, Harry and Cisco, figure out that there is another clause in the Santa contract–a Mrs. Clause. In order to stay Santa, Barry has to get married before Christmas, or lose all of his power. So, leaving Harry and Cisco in charge, he flies back home to Central to find help from Iris, his foster father Joe, and his young foster brother, Wally (who, as Barry finds out, is on the naughty list for causing trouble with his Christmas-hating principal). 

Iris and Joe try everything to help Barry find a spouse–online dating, blind dates–while Barry tries to help get Wally off the naughty list. That’s when Barry meets Principal Leonard Snart.

Trying to clear the air between the two, Barry volunteers himself and Wally to help Leonard clean up the school over the weekend. He starts to get to know Leonard, and the latter asks him to go to the boring faculty Christmas party with him. 

Barry realizes that maybe, just maybe, Leonard is the person he’s been searching for. Using some of the magic he has left, he creates a magical sleigh ride to take them to the party, and Barry learns why Leonard hates Christmas–when he was a child, his father was abusive. Christmas was never celebrated, and he was told that he was a moron for believing in Santa. He made sure his sister grew up with the magic of the holidays, but all it held for him was rotten memories of his longing for a loving family.

Falling in love with the cold principal, Barry strives to make Leonard’s Christmas magical, though he knows that, if he were to tell him who he really was, he might lose him…


Jesus Christ, if I told you the crazy shit happening, you’d put me in an asylum. It’s like my life is spiraling toward disaster and there’s no way out. The worst part is, I can’t even talk about it with the person I love the most because she’ll blame herself, and that’s not what I want!

Joel Hammond 1.03

The 25 Days of Shit Slytherins Say: #17
  • Gryffindor: "Who's that from?"
  • Slytherin: "Santa, obviously. Because you know, I worship him. No wait, that's Satan. I always get them confused."
Forever (FP Jones-Riverdale)

Request by the lovely @imagination-factory : Could you do an FP imagine where The Reader is a serpent (much older than the gang but still theres an age gap) and she and FP have been in a relationship for a while bc Jugheads mom moved on and asked for a divorce so FP moved on too. She’s almost the opposite, loves being peaceful and her and FP are completely in love, Jughead doesn’t know. The situation but catches them together and gets angry? Fluff with FP explaining the story to him as well as you meeting his son properly? Thank you!!

Love it! If you guys want any more FP, let me know, and tell me what do you wanna see in those imagines :)

Y/N woke up to the sound of some kids playing outside of the trailer. She rolled on to her side to come face to face with a sleeping FP. He looked so peaceful when he slept. The 28 year old girl couldn’t help but smile at the love of her life.

She and FP have  been together for a bit over 2 years now and they still somehow managed to act like they were in the honeymoon faze of their relationship.

They were so different, yet they somehow managed to fit together perfectly. She was very calm and peaceful, she was able to talk and get along with absolutely anyone. FP always thought she had the power to calm any situation and make it better. While he was a very impulsive person. If someone pushed the wrong buttons he wouldn’t hesitate to get in a fight with that person. They were life fire and ice.

The girl leaned down to press a light kiss on FP’s cheek before getting out of bed. She made herself a cup of coffee before grabbing her yoga mat and spreading it open in the living room. Yes, a south side serpent did yoga. Besides when she wore a south side serpent jacket there was no way anyone could tell that she was from that part of the town.

“Well this is a nice view to wake up to.” A raspy voice said from behind her as she was doing the downward dog pose.

“Mornin’.” She smiled straightening up before walking over to her boyfriend who was leaning against the door frame in nothing but his boxers.

“Don’t let me disturb you, princess.” He smirked, letting his eyes run up and down her body. She was wearing a pair of black panties and a white t shirt that she slept in.

“Can’t help it, you’re too distracting.” She said joyfully before walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re the one to talk.” He said before kissing her.

“I’m kinda hungry. Wanna make breakfast while i shower?” She asked as the pulled away, his hands still on her hips.

“Sure.” He said before making his way in to the kitchen as she walked in to the bathroom.

“Breakfast’s ready.” FP called out just as she walked back in to the living room wearing nothing but a towel, her hair still dripping wet.

“Thanks, love.” She smiled before sitting down and taking a bite of her eggs.

FP bent down and kissed her forehead as she ate before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer.

“Forsythe Pendleton  Jones the second, don’t you dare open that bottle.” The younger girl said with a serious voice. 

“Fine.” He left out a sigh before putting the beer back and replacing it with a cup of coffee.

“Seriously? After two years  of being with me, you still try to drink in the morning.” She said shaking her head, remembering all the times she had to slap the bottle of beer out of his hands. 

“Can’t blame me for trying.” He winked at her as he sat down next to her. She has changed him, a lot. As crazy as it sounded love really does change a person. Yes, it was hard to break the old habit  of drinking at every hour of the day, but with her in his life, he had something to fight for, someone to help him break the nasty habit.

“Yes, yes,  I can.” She said before standing up and washing her plate.

Less than a minute later FP Joined her by the sink, giving her his plate to wash as well.

“How the hell  do you manage to eat this fast?” She said with a chuckle as she started to wash the rest of the dishes. The slightly older man leaned down and started to kiss her shoulder, warping his arms around her waist. 

Once she was done with the dishes she leaned back against her boyfriend  and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her skin and the slight starching of his stubble.

“I should get ready for work.” She sighed without actually moving.

“You can be a bit late.” He said against her neck making her smile, none of them hearing the door open and close.


Y/N jumped away from FP, wrapping her towel righter around her body, making FP turn around to come face to face with his son and a blonde girl, who he remembered as Jughead’s girlfriend.

“Jughead.. I-” FP didn’t know what to say. He knew his son always hoped for him and his mother to get back together, never accepting the fact that they got divorced.

“Hey Jughead, it’s nice to meet you, finally.” Y/N jumped in, giving FP some time to think about what he’ll say.

“Who are you?” Jughead said in a flat tone.

“I’m Y/N.” She said, not knowing if she should say anything more about her and his fathers relationship. “And you must be Betty.” She smiled at the girl who stood behind Jughead.

“Nice to meet you.” The blonde smiled.

“Sorry about.. um.. my outfit?” Y/N smiled a small blush creeping on her face. “I’ll let you guys talk, I have to get ready for work anyway.” She smiled, squeezing FP’s hand in encouragement before walking in to the bathroom where she started to put on  her make up.

“Um.. Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.’‘  FP said before walking in to their room.

’'I thought you said your dad and your mum were close to making up.” Betty said to her boyfriend as they sat down on the couch.

“They were… But Now he’s sleeping with her.” Jughead said, spitting the last word out like it was venom.

“Sorry about that.” FP said sitting down opposite them, now fully dressed.

“Who the hell is she?” Jughead snapped.

“She’s my.. girlfriend.” The older man said, not sure what to call her or how to explain to his son that he found the love of his life and kept it from him for over two years.

“What about mum?” The boy pressed again making FP let out a deep breath, knowing this will be a difficult conversation.

“Juggie, your mum and me, weren’t made for each other. That’s why we separated.”

“But you said you want to work things out!”

“Yes and I did. I  do. But not in a sense that i want to get back together with her. I want to work out something, so i could see Jellly bean.” He told him. “I don’t love your mother. We got together, when we were very young… Your age. She got pregnant. That’s the only reason we got married. None of us was in love. But we got you. For which I’m always gonna be thankful.”

“What about Jelly bean?” Jughead tried, in his mind, still imagining his parents madly in love.

“Your mum thought that getting another kid will bring us closer together.” FP explained just as Y/N walked out of their room, now dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a red and black flannel paired off with a pair of black high heal ankle boots.

“Betty, do you want me to drive you home, i think the boys need to talk about a lot of stuff.” The girl offered grabbing her keys and her purse from the kitchen table.

“Sure.” Betty nodded before looking at her boyfriend. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.” He said shortly still looking at his dad with an angry expression on his face.

'I love you.’ Y/N mouthed  to FP, trying not to make things worse by walking over and kissing him like every morning.

FP nodded, sending her an apologetic smile before she and Betty walked out of the trailer.

“Juggie, She’s the one.”

“How do you know?” The boy asked, like a little kid not believing their parents when they told him Santa Clause wasn’t real.

“I just know. She makes me a better person.” He told him and that made Jughead realize that his father really cut down the drinking, got a job and in general fixed his image in the last year or so. “I meet her in the Whyte Wyrm.” He told him, noticing that he is listening, he decided to continue the story. “I was in a bad place. Black out drunk. I remember some guy pushed the wrong buttons and i snapped. We got in a fight in the middle of the bar. It wasn’t looking good for me.” He said remembering how drunk he was, he was hardly able to stand, let alone fight. “Y/N stepped in, talking some sense in to the other guy, before taking me to her place. She patched me up and let me crush on her couch. Next morning she made me breakfast and we talked. At first, I’ll admit, i thought she was just another girl that felt sorry for the old drunk.” He shook his head. “But oh, i was so wrong. We ran in to one another at Whyte Wyrm, the next day as well. She saw me drinking again and sat down next to me, grabbing the bottle of beer out of my hand. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she started to ask questions, talking, about this and that. She kept me talking, to distract me from ordering another drink.” He said, noticing that the expression on his sons face had softened. “I was absolutely enchanted. She was nothing like the other girls  who usually hang out at that bar. No, she was nothing like anyone i have ever met on the south side. I walked her home that night, it was the first night i was sober, in a very long time. I found myself thinking about her, wanting to know more. I went to the Whyte Wyrm again  and again, hoping to see her again. I was like a school boy, having his first crush.” The man chuckled, shaking his head at his own actions. “Weeks passed, and i found out that she was only in the bar on the weekends, i caught myself counting down the days to the next Friday. By the first month i was whipped, but i haven’t even got a kiss from her yet. I’ve tried, oh I’ve tried, but she always rejected me.” He chuckled again. “I think that’s what made me want her more.”

“So how did you get her?” Jughead asked, surprising his father with a soft voice, the wrinkles of anger gone from his face.

“Roses.” FP said shortly, smiling at the memory. “One day i noticed she has this tattoo on the side of her left wrist. A small and simple rose, so i asked her about it. She told me that she got it when she finished high school. I was confused what it had to do with high school. She just laughed and said that there is no connection, she just loved roses. So the next day i got her a rose. The smile it brought on her face, it lit up the whole room. Such a simple thing made her so happy. And that’s when i knew. When i saw that smile, i knew, I was in love.” He said not even realizing he was smiling. Jughead couldn’t recall last time he saw such joy on his face. “She jumped up and hugged me, when she pulled away she gave me the sweetest kiss I’ve ever received. Sorry sorry, I know you don’t wanna listen to that.” FP laughed a nervous laugh, starching the back of his head.

“I get it, dad, You love her.” Jughead nodded.

“I do.”

“I… I’d like to meet her, property.”

“Yeah, how about we go  to Pop’s today? A dinner, on me. You can bring the Cooper girl.” FP offered.

“Sure.” The boy nodded.


“Why am I so nervous?” Y/N asked herself as she fixed her hair.

“You have nothing to be nervous about. He will love you.” FP said wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they sat in one of the boots at Pop’s, waiting for Jughead and his girlfriend.

“Yeah, he really seemed to love me this morning.” She laughed.

“He understands now. He’s the one who asked to meet you.”

“I know, i know.” She said taking a deep breath as she noticed the two teenagers walking towards them. “Jughead, hey.” She smiled offering him her hand, which he shook.

“Hey.” Jughead said before sitting down. “I wanted to say sorry about how I acted this morning.”

“That’s okay.” The girl smiled before sitting down besides her boyfriend again. “So,  how was school?” She asked and before they knew it they were talking about everything and anything.

FP couldn’t help but to smile, he loved the girl. She was his and he was hers. They were forever.


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Title: Your owner


Member: J-hope/Jung Hoseok

AU: Puppy Hybrid

Genre: fluff, smutishhhh

A/N: Okay, this was a request so I tried to keep it the way it was requested. However, I’m thinking about making a second part.. SO EVERY FEEDBACK IS APRECIATED. As is every request.<3 


4 years ago

 19. December

“Dear Santa Claus, this Christmas I want a friend. It can be a furry friend too. Something like a puppy. This year I have been a good girl and I have been listening to my parents. I believe that you will make my wish come true”

Paper after paper, letter after letter. It has to be perfect. Even though I know that Santa Claus is only my precious parents this letter has to be perfect. I’ve been asking for a puppy since I was six. I have a feeling that this year is going to be the year. This year I will finally have my puppy. A brown one, almost red and it will be one of those little creatures that will turn into big guarding dogs.

With the thoughts of my future friend, I ran down the stairs from my bedroom to the living room. My mum was in the middle of heated explanation how the latest book she was reading made absolute no sense while dad was listening and smiling as if he sees mum for the first time. Their love was adorable, their love for pets…not so much.

“It’s done. Mum here. It is even written on Christmas paper. I put a lot of effort in it.”

She smiled at me with her really warm smile that always made me believe that there is hope. Of course she knew what I wanted, because every year I ask for the same thing.

 “I know honey. I’m going to give it to Santa and let him decide. How about that? Now go to bed.” 

“Yes mama. Dad, good night. I love you both.” I feel like this time I made it. This puppy is mine.

Running up the stairs back to my room, I jumped on the bed, curling in the blanket, hugging my little stuffed bunny and dreaming of endless games with my new furry friend, who I was sure I’m getting. He is going to be my little bundle of hope. Hope, this is going to be his name. Hope.

25. December

The moment my sleepy eyes opened, I felt the Christmas rush running through my body. I jumped right through the door of my room.

“Christmas!!!” The shout pierced the air, leaving little feelings of Christmas joy though the air, just like snowflakes.  “Darling, I see you are excited.” really mummy, really?

“Why is that?” “Like every other kid I’m waiting for my present.” Suddenly a loud knock on the door interrupted my I’m still a child speech. “Will you please go to open the door? I’m little busy making Christmas food. Your Grandmother is coming for dinner.”

Opening the door left me with tears in my eyes. He was everything I have ever wanted. He was brown-red, fluffy, small creature that is going to become my big guardian and he was cuddling in my dad’s arms.

“Merry Christmas.” Dad was all big smiles. He hated dogs five days ago, but now he looked so happy as if my mum gave birth again.

Tears from happiness were making a new Niagara under me while I muttered only one word 




 “You are legal. Congrats on being able to buy alcohol in which you are gonna drawn yourself, because you have no boyfriend. Your best friend, Anni.” Read I out load, looking at my best friend, not knowing what to say. “Should I say thanks or should I smack you with the biology book, which by the way is 550 pages.” “I’m only honest. I love you so much, but you have to find yourself a man. Even I, the biggest nerd have a boyfriend.” She said looking at the direction of our legendary football team and particular at the leader of the team, Sehun, who Inna has been dating for almost a year now. “Thank you for reminding me, even on my birthday, that I’m miserable. I appreciate that.” My mood was slowly dying, no matter the fact it was my birthday. “Always here for you. Look, I am saying this as a friend, the only thing you love in your life is Hope and your parents. And Hope is a dog. A big, big dog, but a dog none the less. You can’t expect a boyfriend when you treat your dog like one.” “Excuse you, but actually I prefer Hope to man. If Hope was a man…then he was going to be the perfect man. But he is a dog. So I prefer the dog instead of a horny hormone creature.” Daggers were send my way as my BFF only rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.

Anni, actually, has been my best friend for the last three years and no matter the situation I know I can always rely on her. Through the day she is a good student following the rules, queen of the school, through the night she is the queen of the parties.

However I wasn’t. Parties have never been my thing. Too loud, too sweaty, too many bodies in the same places, too much smell of sex. On party you can meet boys our age, but almost all of them are only horny bastards waiting for a quick fuck.

“The dog can’t bring you the pleasure a man can.” She looked at me with the face *Got you* and she actually did “Don’t you dare telling me you don’t touch yourself at the thought of a handsome stranger ravishing you. I know all your kinks. I have gone through your phone.”

Flaming red spread on my cheeks. It was true I had some kinks and that whenever I feel like it or I was bored to death at home my fingers instantly disappeared under my pajama shorts. I am an experimental kind of person. I have tried all kind of things on my feels. Inna calls it “NOT HAVING A MAN”, I call it “Learning about myself.

“But still…I want to find a man that fits into my criteria list. Not some random dude that won’t even be able to satisfy me and my needs. I am a bratty little creature sometimes.” “You tell me that. Sometimes even I don’t know how to live with you.”

As the talk was progressing from 0 to 100 real quick, we heard a “There you are.” And came face to face with Sehun.” Happy birthday pup Y/N. You will be able to buy alcohol and get drunk because you have no boyfriend. Congrats.” This two have been going out for too long. They even say the same things now. “Are you two a couple by any chance? Because just like I’m gonna hit her with the biology book, I will hit you with the philosophy one, which is just as big.” I said smiling sarcastically at the tall giant standing in front of us. He smiled back with his *you won’t do it* smile.

“Guys, listen. As my only friends I proudly invite you to at our family dinner dedicated to my birthday. This is an exclusive invitation that no else has the privilege to become.” “Does it involve your mother chocolate German cake?” they said at the same time looking at me. But I have already predicted this question “For who do you take me? Of course it has my mums’ chocolate German cake.” “We are in.” they said together again. Sometimes I’m thinking if their minds are just two halves of only one. The sound of the bell interrupted our chat about the dinner table tonight. And the teacher walked into the room like a dictator and I was ready to fight this math class.

Thank God the clock decided to move faster and in no time school was finished, the subway came fast and on time, I was home earlier than expected. The moment the door opened I was greeted with a bark of happiness and no light at all.

The house was empty and almost no sound could be heard, expect for the steps of a giant dog coming my way. “Hope! How have you been big boy? Have you eaten yet?” he barked and I knew he haven’t eaten yet. ”Okay, I understand. Since you have been a very good boy lately and I have birthday today, I brought you something special.” I said pulling out his favorite snack, small white chocolate granules, puting them in his cup and sitting next to him. His brown fur turned more red with time and by now it is almost dusted red.

“Hope, I recently had a dream. In it I had a boyfriend. He was really handsome. Somehow it reminded me of you. Can you imagine if you were a human? I imagine you being really handsome. If you were a man, then I would’ve gladly fallen in love with you, because I know you will be great.” 

And for a moment Hope stopped eating and looked at me. Like he actually knew what I was talking about. Like he understood me and any second he was going to turn into human. But he didn’t do anything. Only continue watching me. 

The front door cracked, heels making noises on the marble floor of the house and I hear my most favorite voice. Mum is back home.

“Honey, are you home?” this honey voice is the reason why I am a good daughter. “I’m in the kitchen with Hope. We were having an interesting chat. ” “Can you help your old mother to do the German chocolate cake. Are Anni and Sehun coming?” “Of course they are. They are my only friends.” “Good, that means less trouble for me. Come here and give me the eggs from the fridge.” 

3 hours later, lots of laughing and joking on our little family birthday dinner, made me so frustrated that I can’t explain it. The handsome stranger. He was stuck in my mind. But also the look on Hope’s face. He was strange lately. Following me around, cuddling me whenever he could. I tell you, just as if he is going to turn into human every second now. I got so distracted in thoughts that I hardly heard when my best friend said “Y/N time to blow your candles and make a wish.” Mum brought out everyone’s favorite cake with so many pink candles. I love pink, therefor my candles were pink, just like the icing of the cake. “Make a wish.” Said Anni, smiling like a proud mother. ”Oh, and don’t tell us about it.” Just as I was about to make a wish a lick on my knee reminded me that Hope was here too. Mum saw him under the table and called out his name. He went next to her and stayed like the perfectly trained dog he was. But his eyes. Those eyes weren’t the eyes of an animal. I swear to god those eyes are human. And I knew what to wish *I wish that my handsome stranger is a real, breathing human being that will satisfy my boyfriend to do list. I want nothing more and nothing less than that.*

The flames from the candles died down just like the family dinner. Soon after everyone were happy and full from my mother’s cooking, we all went to sleep. My father drived both Sehun and Anni, because he didn’t trust the tall giant of a boyfriend. For her my father is like her second father. Always taking care for her like his own daughter.  I helped mum clean the table and soon after I was tugged in the warmth of my blanket in my favorite oversized shirt.

Just as I was about to fall asleep I felt the bed sinking and a giant fluff ball lying next to me.

“Hope, is this necessary? Can’t you sleep on the floor like the other dogs? Or at least don’t sleep on my head.” He looked at me like I’m stupid and not able to understand his reasons for doing this, which I really did not understand. But he didn’t move and I just gave up. “Fine, this is the last night you sleep here. I will let you since is my birthday.” At that time I had no idea how wrong I am and soon sleep took over me and the train to dreamland drove off.

 Morning sun flooded my closed eyes so naturally I hid from it turning to the side of the headboard on my right. It was so cosy and nice and it had abs. The headboard caged me between its arms bringing me warmth and safeness. Wait…MY BED HAS NO HEADBOAR. A HEADBOAR HAS NO STRONG ARMS. AND IT DOESN’T SMELL LIKE HOPE’S SHAMPOO. My eyelids instantly opened and I wasn’t wrong. Caging me between his arms was a stranger. My stranger. The one I dreamed about with the dusty red hair and handsome features. He was lying on my bed half naked, only in grey sweatpants looking like a God while sleeping like a baby. It was a sin to wake him up, but I can’t just let my parents see a total stranger cuddling with their daughter on a Saturday morning. So lightly shaking his arm, the words fell of my mouth “Excuse me, who are you? What are you doing here? Please wake up.” And he did.

 Slowly opening his eyes, I was greeted with a pair of blue orises which I will never mistake. Those were Hope’s baby blue eyes. “Oh you are awake. I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you. Are you okay?” “Who are you?” a wide gummy smile lit his features making his handsome face even more handsome. “You can’t recognize me? I’m your handsome stranger, the one that came in your dream.” The feeling of shock overtook me. The only breathing creature on the planet knowing about my dream was Hope and he was a dog. ”How do you know about this?”

“Come on Y/n. You really don’t know who I am? My name is Hoseok, but for the last four years you have been calling me Hope.”

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Our name, Infinite, means ‘limitless’. We never put a restriction on our possibilities, and we will always improve.

12 Days of Christmas Challenge // Merry Christmas @llucielchoi​, here’s a bit of Sunggyu from your secret santa :’]


Jaehyun *sees Ten holding a package*: Who’s that from?

Ten: Santa, obviously. Because, you know, I worship him. No wait, that’s Satan. I always get them mixed up.

anonymous asked:

Hello! How are you today? I want to request a scenario with Kuroo, Bokuto and Tendo (Spiky hair trio xD) when they are at christmas (on the boyfriend side family) and his familys just, loves they s.o ? Like, they are a good girl to marry or, somethings cute teasing ? It can be a little cousin jaelous too xD I hope it's okay D: amazing blog by the way <3

thank you! i realized that i know so little about christmas traditions in general… forgive me (i’m one of the “people of the tribe”, as they say)ヽ(´ー`)┌ some ended up being more about winter than christmas. i also got worried about being too repetitive with the jealous little cousin, so they’re not in tendou’s. i hope that’s cool.


“So, what’s the general consensus?” you whispered to Kuroo. “I’m I in?”

The two of you were seated on the couch of his parents’ house, the same place he had grown up. On the floor, sat his much younger cousins who anxiously waited to unwrap the gifts in their laps. Kuroo flashed you a signature grin before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I told you that they were going to love you before we even got here,” he said. “My aunt said that if we weren’t still in high school that she would be pressuring me to pop the question already.”

You let out a quiet laugh at that and rested your head upon his shoulder. Kuroo planted a kiss on top of your head. This was the kind of soft act of affection that you usually relished in, but in that moment, you felt an unfriendly glare upon you.

“I don’t think I’ve gotten quite everyone’s love yet,” you sighed.

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anonymous asked:

How would you say andy’s appearance has changed over the years?

Well he’s been beautiful his whole damn life. I guess apart from general aging(gray, lines, etc) and minor weight fluctuations which are things every human experiences I would say not a lot really; he’s basically looked the same. Apart from the mountain man look he had to rock for TWD and 2009 when he had basically no hair for Parlour Song I don’t think he’s ever had any real drastic changes to his appearance. His longer hair and beard for TWD are different as he’s basically been clean shaven and had some version of the same short haircut his whole professional life. Lord knows I love the Santa beard but that does age him even more, it takes years off his face when he shaves it. I imagine it’ll be gone soon as he usually shaves it once a season wraps. I think he’s the fittest he’s ever been, I was not expecting his torso to be as hard as it is 😂  I’m actually halfway through a new Teachers gifset at the moment so I’m sort of comparing late 20s to early 40s. Andy’s eyebrows revolted on him I don’t know why they decided to lighten lol His face has thinned out as usually happens with age, I think he had that adorable baby fat face until he was like 35. People talk about his lips now but go back 15 years and it looks like he used to kiss beehives in his spare time. I think his looks have matured amazingly. Like 20 something Andy is pretty, sweet, boyishly attractive and while he’s never lost that adorable boyishness 40-something Andy is A Man™  Some people change their appearance a lot or look drastically different as they age but he’s been relatively consistent. That was a lot of rambling text, I apologize, it’s the weekend I’m still working through my first cup of coffee.

Little one

For the first time in a while the house is thoroughly clean, there’s no spills, no sticky patches, no random crackers on the floor, nothing. The house is entirely clean and full of festivity as your son waddles around trying to find something to get himself into. You hear the front door open and your sons eyes at once peek over at you, “ah, is daddy home?” You coo, watching as the little boy keeps a neutral expression before turning back to watching the Christmas lights on the tree. “Hi, my two favourite people.” Harry blissfully, yet tiredly greets coming into view just as he leans down and kisses your cheek. “Hi, it’s about time you come home.” You smile up at him, a sigh escaping his lips.
“I know, I know. I’m two days over due, I’ll make it up to you.” He cracks a smile, “now where is my lil fella?” He chimes, turning around to see his child twiddling with the Christmas balls on the tree. “Whatcha doin’ baby?” He coos, grabbing his sons attention and scooping him up in his arms. “Ah you’re getting big.” He bounces the boy on his hip, gently poking at his little stomach. “Y/N why is my son dressed as a reindeer?” Harry questions, placing a small kiss to his sons chubby cheek.
“Because it’s cute.” You wear a smile,
“Darlin’ we brought your niece this exact onesie.” He comments,
“It was cute, he doesn’t know the difference.”
“Can we possibly refrain from dressing our son as a reindeer with pretty pink bows?”
“Would you prefer me to dress him as a baby elf?”
“Yes, I don’t like the bows.”
“So, are you saying only girls can wear bows?”
“No, no, no. I’m just saying- damnit. Okay, I don’t the bows.” Harry groans, bouncing his son on his hip.
“Fine, but I heard no complaints from him.” You gesture to your baby boy as he coos and giggles at Harry.
“Honey, that’s because he can’t talk.” Harry chuckles,
“I suppose.” You sigh, “if you’d give me a girl I wouldn’t have to dress our son with pretty bows.” You smile with a sneering smile, watching as he rolls his eyes.
“We can discuss that later. How about some daddy cuddles? Hmm?” Harry coos as he places yet another kiss to his sons forehead. “Cuddles, I like that.” Harry continues, falling beside you on the couch and playing with the little one. “Can you say daddy? Da-dd-y” harry a bit slowly enunciates, hoping to convince his son to verbalise Daddy.

All that you both have managed to get from him is casual babbling and occasionally he says “Da.” There’s no doubt in your mind that your son will utter daddy long before mummy, unfortunately he doesn’t even babble “Mu/Ma”
“Daddy.” Harry continues to voice, your sons hazel eyes glancing up at Harry with slight confusion. “Da” your son points to you, giggling to himself, “that’s mummy.” Harry smiles, “mummy, daddy.” He gestures between the two of you.
“Da.” Your son holds his arms to you, squeezing his hands open and shut, “aw, but daddy wants to love on you.” Harry sighs with a small pout,
“Daddy wants to play.” You coo to your son, poking his cute cheeks and placing a small kiss to his nose.
“We still need to take him to see Santa.” Harry comments,
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, I think he will cry.”
“All kids do, it’s part of the fun.”
“Are you going to stand in the hour Long line with me and then spend an hour settling our son after seeing Santa?” You question, knowing very well that your son will shed tears like every other toddler tends to do.
“Yes, I’ll be there.” Harry nods,
“Uh huh, just like you came Christmas shopping?” You raise a brow, watching as he rolls his eyes,
“I was drunk when I agreed to that. You know I hate Christmas shopping and the damn crowds.”
“Oi, language!” You scold,
“Babe, he’s not going to repeat me when I say damn. He doesn’t repeat daddy. He won’t say damn.” Harry comments taking absolutely no care to the little ears.
“If he says damn, I’m blaming you.” You nudge Harry gently,
“You just said it, it’s your fault too.” Harry chuckles, “isn’t that right? Hmm. Isn’t mummy to blame too?” Harry tickles the little boy, watching as his eyes light up and he giggles louder.

After constant giggles and babbles your little boy is quietly curled up on Harry, nestled comfortably into him as he becomes sleepy. “I’ve missed this.” Harry reveals, distracting you from the Christmas movie on the television.
“Yeah, but work is work.” You yawn, looking over and smiling at how cutely your son is cuddled up. Picture perfect moment.
“Mhm, so you want another one of these little guys, huh?” Harry gestures to the sleepy toddler,
“I want a girl.” You nod, moving closer and cuddling into Harry’s side,
“What, are us men not good enough for ya?” He jokes, an arm draping around you as the other continues to stay securely around the boy.
“More than enough, but you won’t let me dress our son in cute girly things.” You pucker your face,
“Sorry, baby. You know, if we try again we could end up with another boy.” He winks, “I wouldn’t mind another boy. Start an army of good men.” He chuckles to himself,
“If we try again, we could have a girl for Christmas.” You chime, not exactly wanting a male dominated house.
“We also could have another boy.”
“Don’t jinx it. So is that a yes to trying again?” You blessedly question, taking note as the little boy is fast asleep, his soft snores just being heard.
“Don’t see why not. We made one adorable lil one, might as well make another.” He responds, “but first, I’m putting him down, he’s slobbering on me.” He screws his nose up, carefully standing to his feet. You decide to trail behind him as he takes your son to his room, watching as Harry carefully puts him in his crib.

Harry steps out of the baby’s room, looking down at you with gleaming eyes. “Hm, in the spirit of Christmas shall we watch another Christmas movie?” He softly asks, licking his lips imperceptibly, your eyes unable to gaze away from his.
“We could.” You nod, “or we could do something else.” You whisper, your arms lightly wrapping around his neck,
“Hmm, and what may that be?”
“I don’t know, the possibilities are endless.” You respond with a soft voice, his lips instantly crashing down on yours, engulfing the two of you into a passionate kiss. He gently pulls away, eyes glistening light the Christmas lights, “so, bedroom?” He questions, his hands moving to rest on your hips,
“No, I wanna watch elf.” You shake your head with a smirk,
“Are you kidding?” He mutters, moving his hands to grasp your behind.
“Definitely.” You nod, placing soft kisses on his neck,
“Mmm.” He sounds, carefully lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom, making sure not to separate your lips from his tender skin.

Santa and Son - Chris Pine and Noelle... Or something

okay, so last year, @boxfullofcats​ came up with the idea of Hautboy Island, an island in the Puget Sound populated by an AU version of all the mens. She started writing a Renner fic set there, and the two of us had great fun discussing all the weirdness that would happen on this island. It was around Christmas, and I made a comment about how Chris Pine needed to run the Christmas tree lot on the island because of his name. Well, nonny prompted me with “peppermint mocha, bitter cold yet sunshiny day, warm woolen mittens: go!” and it kicked free that idea, so here, have some Chris Pine selling Christmas trees on Hautboy Island. Not betaed. Not anything, really.

For all that Christmas was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year, Christmas lights were horrible. They looked nice once they were up and it was dark outside and you were in your car driving around looking at them with a girl pressed up to your side, or twinkling on the tree while you stretched out in front of the fireplace with a girl pressed up to your side, warmth flowing from the fire and the girl and the booze in the cocoa.

But since he didn’t have a girl and the lights in question were in a tangled mess at his feet, these particular ones were horrible.

“Excuse me, are you the owner of this Christmas tree lot?”

Chris looked up from the knot of lights. His interrogator was an unfamiliar woman, wearing what seemed to be the uniform of women these days once the temperature dropped below seventy degrees – an oversized sweater, tight jeans, and knee high leather boots with fancy socks sticking out the top. She even had the de rigueur coffee cup, though at least it wasn’t Starbucks. They’d managed to keep that coffee shop off the island so far.

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas - Connor McDavid

Originally posted by wonthetrade

“Baby, I’m really sorry I don’t think I can make it home.” your boyfriend sighed over Skype. “I wanted to really badly, but with all the snow, our flight out of here got cancelled or really delayed or something and-”

“Connor, you don’t have to apologize.” you said, trying to hide how disappointed you were. Not even in him. In Mother Nature for being a bitch this way. “It’s not your fault Mama Nature’s throwing a temper tantrum to rival last years’ Snowmageddon.”

“Still, I know how badly you want me home and since my parents and brother flew in and you’re my girlfriend and… You’re not the only one who wants me home. I do, too.”

“I know, baby.” you sighed. “I know you want to be home with your family and me. And who knows? Maybe a miracle’ll happen.”

“We can only hope.” he replied. “(Y/N), baby, I gotta go, Ebbers stole Nuge’s toque and I gotta take care of these nerds.”

“Okay, baby. I hope I’ll see you soon.”

“You too.” he said. “Say hi to my folks and Cam for me.”

“You know I will.” you smiled.

“Thank you, love.” he smiled. “I love you. I promise I’ll try to be home for Christmas.”

“I love you more, babe” you said, blowing him a kiss before the call ended.

You sighed and checked the clock. 10 AM where you were in Edmonton on Christmas Eve with snow piled high in the entirety of the country. Edmonton was no exception. Connor’s parents and brother barely made it in on time before the snow started a couple days ago. And since Connor was on a roadie, there would obviously be some form of difficulty in getting back to Edmonton, Christmas or not.

You heard the door downstairs.

“(Y/N)! We’re back!” you heard Connor’s mother, Kelly, exclaim downstairs. “Had to go while the roads were newly plowed!”

You sighed and got up, heading downstairs to be greeted by the three other McDavids. “Hey everyone. Grocery shopping go well?”

“Well, we got what we needed, but I’m about 80% certain the milk’s frozen. Even if we had the heater on in the car.” Connor’s dad, Brian, noted. This made you smile.

“Did you hear from Connie?” Cam, Connor’s brother, asked.

You sighed. “I did. The snow both here and there’s crazy. I don’t think he’ll make it home tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. Possibly Boxing Day.”

Kelly sighed. “Well, let’s just hope there’s some form of Christmas miracle in the works. He hates missing holidays and I know he misses home. I know this is important to you, dear. It’s supposed to be your first Christmas together.”

“Yeah… I guess we can only hope now, huh?” you noted, going to the kitchen to assist with unpacking the groceries. “Here, let me help with those.”

“Thank you, dear.” Kelly said with a smile as she took a bag of small potatoes and put them in the pantry. You grabbed the carrots, cheese, and the asparagus and put them in the fridge.

After the groceries were all put away, you went back upstairs to yours and Connor’s room, lying down on the bed and putting the TV on. It was playing The Santa Claus, one of yours and Connor’s favorites. You smiled and curled up into the blanket as Tim Allen failed at cooking a turkey

You got a text and saw it was Connor, feeling hopeful, you opened it to see a picture outside the window of what seemed to be a building. The whole of the outside world was painted white, flurries plastered to the window and distorting the picture a little.

“Why?” was all he captioned the picture with.

“Mother Nature’s a wicked woman.” was all you replied with. “I hope this clears up soon. I wanna see you, baby.”

“I wanna see you too.” he sent. “I miss you. I miss my family. I want to be home for Christmas, baby.”

“And maybe something will happen and you will be.”

“I can only hope. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”


“You’re still awake?” you heard Kelly ask from the stairs. “Honey, it’s nearly midnight.”

“Kelly, I… I just know he’ll be here. I promise. If he doesn’t show by midnight, I’ll go to bed.”


“I promise.” you said, bartering like a child who wanted to be up for just a few minutes more. “Please?”

Kelly sighed. “Alright. You do you. I just want you to know I’m worried for you. I know that this Christmas was supposed to be the first of hopefully many, but… Sometimes, things change. And there’s always next year, sweetheart.”

“I know, but… I’m holding out for something. Some kind of miracle. Maybe Santa decided to stop and give him a ride, I don’t know.”

Kelly smiled. “We can only hope. I’m going back to bed. Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Kelly.” you sighed as you went back to your book. Your eyes were starting to get heavy and the clock continued to tick on as you read. It’d been hours since you last heard from him. Maybe his phone had died and he couldn’t find a place to plug in. It seemed likely. You checked the clock again after what felt like forever to find that only twenty minutes had passed. The long hand now edging so close to the top of the clock.

“Four minutes to Christmas…” you sighed to yourself, placing your book down. “He’s not coming tonight. He hasn’t said anything, hasn’t done anything. He’s going to miss Christmas tomorrow, likely. Maybe I’ll wake up to good news… I should just go to bed.”

You sat up and stretched before turning off the lights and starting upstairs. When you hit the halfway mark, however, you heard the door unlock.


You heard the door open and a pair of boots stomp inside as well as a thud of something large and solid hitting the ground..

“Hello?” You heard a muffled voice ask. “Anyone awake?”

There was no way.

You hurried back downstairs to see a figure bundled up in a long, dark grey coat, removing a black scarf from around his neck, a suitcase and a hockey gear bag at his side. He took his toque off to reveal a head of soft, fluffy coppery hair.

“C-Connie?” you asked in disbelief. The figure whipped around to reveal none other than your boyfriend, bundled up to shield himself from the cold outside.

He grinned. “I said I’d be home for Christmas, didn’t I?”

You grinned and ran forward. “Connie!!”

He opened his arms and scooped you up into a hug just as the clock on the wall rang for midnight.

Right on time.

He pulled away and grinned at you, his brown eyes warm and happy as they stared back into your own.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

You grinned back and pecked his lips. “Merry Christmas, indeed.”