so much better than white christmas

Not Afraid Anymore

author’s note: Requested by @alone-in-madness. My computer managed to shut itself off and not boot again so it deleted half of the story and yeah, I tried my best to memorise something but I started everything from the bottom, lol.

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“You must tell him that, you can’t stay silence forever,” your friend Isabella insisted you to talk with your best friend Shawn about your feelings towards to him before you leave the Canadian land to London, England. Your destination in London was Middlesex University to study Management and Business Administration.

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I’ll Be Home

Title: I’ll Be Home

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Santa Claus

Word Count: 2,370

Warnings: Little angsty as per usual but really this is just pure fluff

Summary: This was supposed to be the first Christmas that you and Sam spent together, but after Sam is called away on a hunt he’ll do anything to get back to you.

A/N: Welp guys, this is my first time writing Sam! Dean is honestly my comfort zone, but when I heard this song I couldn’t get Sam out of my head so I hope you all enjoy it!:) This was written for @winchester-writes SPN Christmas Song Challenge! (Yes, yes, I know it’s a little late but you can never have too much Christmas, right?;) The song I chose was Meghan Trainor’s I’ll Be Home, and the object I picked was a ribbon, Once again, I hope you all like it! As I did last time, I’ll be tagging a few writers down below the cut. Just let me know if you want me to stop tagging you, or if you want to be tagged in future fics!


Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“Dean better hurry up,” Sam muttered, checking his watch as he leaned against the wall of the near empty food court in the mall, his eyes glancing back up from the gleam of the metal and surveying the scene in front of him.

There were a few shoppers still mingling about, their arms laden with boxes of all shapes, sizes, and colors, their conversations bubbly and joyous, the words rising and falling in pitch with excitement. A small boy was licking a blue lollypop, the coloring getting all over his cheeks and hands and turning them blue too. There was a young mother, softly cooing at her small baby as she rocked the girl back and forth, the woman’s eyes lighting up when she saw the figure of her husband walking out of one of the many stores, his hand clasping that of another little girl who was skipping with excitement about what was in the bag that he was carrying in his other hand.

Sam’s heart gave a little lurch at the way the woman looked at her husband and he looked away before he could see them interact any more than he already had. It made the hole that was in his heart hurt a little more than it had before; the dull throbbing sharpening into a stabbing pain before it edged away into the gentle pull and push of the discomfort again.

Sam Winchester missed you. Anyone with eyes could see that.

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anonymous asked:

Zimbits and dancing in the moonlight :)

Even by night, the air in Madison is thick and humid in July.

“It’s like breathing syrup,” Suzanne remarks, fanning herself.

Real maple syrup isn’t anything like this,” Jack mutters.  Lying on the picnic blanket beside Eric, arm thrown over his eyes, the Bittles had thought he was asleep.

“Oh my lord,” Eric sighs, rolling his eyes, amused smile curling the corners of his lips.

“What? It’s true.  It’s the nasty maple-flavored corn syrup that feels all nasty like this.”  Suzanne laughs and pats Jack on the arm.

“Sorry to offend, sweet pea.”  Jack shifts to look at her. 

“First you insult maple syrup, what’s next?  Serving moose burgers at the barbecue?”

“Stop chirping my mother!” Eric scolds him.

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anonymous asked:

I was just wondering if you've got an kind of receipts on Halsey???

UPDATE: BECAUSE SHE GOT RID OF HER BLOG, THIS POST IN GENERALLY DEAD. SOZ YALL.*

hello lil pal!!! this is going to be super fun and a little nerve wracking. (also this actually took me three days to make, fuck). 

(before i start, i’d like to thank leghannepinnock & englishgraffiti for helping me find all of these links because it wouldn’t have been possible without them tbh).

*this post generally excludes tweets because she has so many tweets, it’d be impossible to go back and read like a year of them. but if i find any specific links/tweets after I post this, it’ll be updated.*

Originally, I was going to make a super long post about how she broke the internet in 2012 and how people that have been in the 1D (and or the 5SOS) fandom since late 2012/early 2013 have known about her for ages and have some really strong opinions on her. 

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Christmas with the Weasley-Potter family   “May all your Chirstmases be white!”

So, this is my gift for @be-a-muse! I knew you wanted something domestic, and I couldn’t help thinking about Harry, Ginny and their first Christmas as a family. I had a lot of fun while making this and hope you like it as much as I do. Happy Holidays!

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"Fine, alright, I want to lick his jaw, happy now?" "Definitely", a slow raspy voice murmurs somewhere behind him - Zarry obvsly

Niall lets out a cackle of laughter. Liam has the grace to look embarrassed. Zayn spares a second to curse whatever deity out there decided to make a farce of his life, then he sets his shoulders, and turns around.

Sure enough, it’s Styles standing there, smirking as he leans against the water cooler. He’s always fucking smirking when he looks at Zayn, like he knows something he doesn’t, just because Zayn’s in design and he’s in marketing. Like that makes him smarter than Zayn, or something, which is fucking doesn’t. Zayn may also be a little drunk on the punch Louis spiked, because he also can’t help but notice that Styles looks even better than usual, in his tight pants and a white shirt open just this side of inappropriate for the office. It might even be inappropriate, but it’s the Christmas party and Zayn’s pretty sure he saw all the managers getting drunk in the CEO’s office, so he’s pretty okay. Zayn is not pretty okay, because he can see far too much of Styles’s chest.

“We weren’t talking about you.”

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At My Most Beautiful

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4.905

Warnings: Crossdressing, blowjobs, intercrural sex, a stupid amount of fluff

Based on this thing I sent steviebucks:
If we’re talking about Bucky in lingerie, how about Steve saving up for ages to get Bucky a really nice pair of stockings and a matching garterbelt and he can’t afford anything else because he didn’t want to get Bucky some second rate crap. So he’s so nervous when Bucky unwraps his present, but it turns out that Bucky not only loves it, but that’s it’s also really handy when Bucky can’t wear matching panties and the stockings, because like that he can just leave them on when Steve fucks him.

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As someone living in a tropical country, I’ve always wondered how it feels being able to see seasons change right before your eyes. It must be something, to see changes like that. Like a real change, a physical change. Seeing greens turn to fiery oranges then melt away to nothing before turning to blankets of white. It must be something. It must be enchanting.

Nothing like that happens where I am from and I admire it from afar. It must be something to experience them all four, especially fall. Of all the seasons, I think I like fall most.

Summer, I know, and I love so much. But summer, (at least the summer that I know) is really hot. Like oven hot, the heat that feels like you are being cooked. Or maybe the summer I know is better than yours, I am not sure.
Winter, though many from here romanticize a White Christmas, I don’t like much. I like cold, but what I know of cold falls so short to winter coldness. Winter’s cold is the kind that freezes, and i is not something I can welcome, or tolerate.
Spring is alien to me. We don’t have winter so there isn’t a time when everything comes back alive in a large scale. Spring must smell wonderful, I don’t really know. The pictures I see can only do so much.

Now fall, I picture of fall and I think, it must be really beautiful. It is orange, a bright orange that does not sting the eyes, like that of when the sun sets. I mean, how can anyone get tired of looking at that? Nobody gets tired of looking at sunsets, not even when it is the same thing everyday.
And not just the physical change, but the metaphorical falling of dead leaves. Never anywhere does letting go looked more beautiful, or graceful.

So I decide, yes, fall is my favorite imagined season.

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Onam

For those who may not be familiar with it, Onam is an annual festival celebrated in Kerala, India. It’s possibly the most fun I remember having every year growing up. Not only is the food amazing (the “sadya”), and the opportunity for entertainment endless (making beautiful decorative flower carpets or “pookalams” was something I waited for with the same impatience some reserve for Halloween or putting up Christmas trees), but it’s one of those times of year where everyone looks their absolute best. I may be biased, but I have yet to come across anything that looks as wonderful and elegant as the Kerala saree. I remember how much I wanted to be all grown up, so I could look pretty like my mom (I still don’t know anyone who can rock a saree better than her).

These pics are from Onam this year, which was just a week and a bit ago. I’ve always loved the white and gold combination of the Kerala saree, though admittedly the one I’m wearing here is a little less of a traditional version.

A belated Happy Onam to my fellow Malayalees!

cutiepatoothless  asked:

would you consider writing a christmas themed fic/drabble? and may i say that your writing is absolutely friggin amazing

Thank you so much!! 

This is kind of late, I know, but well. It’s still before Christmas, so it counts.

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Words: 2404, Language: English

  • Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
  • Rating: General Audiences
  • Warning: None
  • Categories: M/F
  • Relationships: Adrienette
  • Additional comments: Post reveal

This drabble was 100% inspired by this amazing work of art by @ming85. Airplanes are apparently good places for me to write fic, as this was also written in the air. 


Marinette reaches up, her hand grasping the tile of the roof as firmly as her numb fingers can handle, the icy sting of the tile against her bare hands pushing her to keep her movements quick. She pulls herself up with a small noise of effort, her breath escaping in a white wisp into the air, maneuvering herself so that she’s seated firmly on the rooftop and turning to offer a cold hand to the boy behind her. He takes it gratefully, and the moment their bare hands contact she feels a jolt of electricity surge through her veins. She doesn’t let go, though the urge to pull back and pull away rears its ugly head, but the moment he’s on steady footing she lets his hand drop, not letting the warmth from his hand in hers chase away the numbness in her fingertips. 

As she lets go, she watches his face carefully, but Adrien has always been much better at controlling his features than she has. Still, years of practice at reading him allows her to catch the slight flash of regret in his eyes, even if they’re no longer set behind a mask. She watches him for a moment longer, eyes tracing features that were doubly familiar. Watching him is something she thought she would be an expert at by now, but she still sometimes sees the boy and the hero as separate entities. Maybe the information is still too new, but at any moment she can only find one or the other, and she knows that means she can’t really see either. She wants to try though, to see both. She thinks she’s getting there.

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I’m Good With Forever

Written for the Destiel Christmas Mini Bang! Prompt: Lights
Tags: Pure Fluff, Engagement Fic
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After only thirty minutes spent at the outside market with Cas, Dean was sure his arm was going to fall off.

“Dean, look at this?”

“Dean, wow, that’s so pretty!”

“Dean, what about this one?”

“Dean.”

Pulled in every single direction constantly for thirty minutes. It was still a wonder to him that he wasn’t more agitated with Castiel’s antics. But that’s kind of the side effect of loving someone—you learn how to put up with them when they’re a little bit crazy. Or a lotta bit crazy, but either way, he thought Cas was pretty damn cute.

His arm was still getting tired though, and he stopped to pull Cas in close to his side. Looping an arm low on his waist, Dean leaned over to kiss Cas’ shoulder through his multiple layers. It was colder out than they had anticipated, so the chill was bleeding through Dean’s two jackets and long-sleeved shirt. Cas, being the hot-blooded one in their relationship, was wearing only a tshirt and a thin sweater. “All right, all right, so is there anywhere in particular that you want to look at?”

Castiel looked around at all of the little glass houses on the row and then smiled at Dean. “All of them,” he said before looking back out at them. Having never been to an outdoor market before, he hadn’t known what to expect, but this was so much better. If anything he thought there might just be tables set up in a row with the shop owners pedalling their wares. Instead each shop had its own glass cottage, brightly lit and beautiful.

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