the new auld lang syne

Day 15 - New Year’s Eve!

(Happy New Year from the Netherlands!! I hope your New Year’s Eve goes exactly the way you want it to! Why can’t I write short Holiday drabbles? More under the cut!)

“They say couples that kiss when the clock strikes midnight stay together forever.”

The woman at the entrance of the lunchroom that passed him a pamphlet detailing the firework show tonight gave him a smile and a phrase that clearly implied something. Zen raised his eyebrows – if only his amazingly good looks and charming smile didn’t make the ladies fall for him in bunches!

“Ah, thank you, but I’m already seeing someone.” He tried to do his best not to look at Jumin who was already sitting at the table with the rest of the RFA.

She gave him a confused look, turned to look at his dark-haired partner and back at him again.

“I’m aware of that, sir.”

Zen felt his face turn red and quickly walked away, stammering out thanks.

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Prince’s INCREDIBLE guitar version of Auld Lang Syne, New Year’s Eve, 1987.

Happy New Year

Rhyming Orange

As the carotene dawn shades ginger,
Calmed solace sets in while December grows dimmer.

On the stove simmers a turmeric tea,
Curry noodles with spiced paprika in a saffron melody.

Finding myself free to picture a mold,
Shapes and patterns of artistic naranga wait to unfold.

The hieroglyphs of old give inspiration,
Stone-drawn tales with realgar, orpiment, and minium.

I slowly stir cadmium sulfide selenium,
Watching as New York City celebrates the millennium.

We sing in requiem “Auld Lang Syne”,
Visions of those recently departed in marigold dreams.

And an image streams from the dead,
A red planet’s horizon shines with a vibrant ġeolurēad.

Strokes lightly tread on canvas veneer,
Filling in the crocoite sands and massicot atmosphere.

Arancia paint smears against the frame,
Quinacridone colors bring life to a scenery now made.

For The Sake Of Auld Lang Syne

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Rating: G

Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve and two old men in a little boat in the middle of the ocean try to have a heart to heart around an old tradition.

AN: I wasn’t going to write a New Year fic this time round but Auld Lang Syne has been stuck in my head for two days and this seemed like a good idea to get it out again ♥ Happy New Year guys! Pinging @howtotrainyournana​ and @garrulousgibberish​ because singalongs!

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Auld Lang Syne
Malukah

Happy New Year everyone!

I know that for many of us, the last 365 days haven’t always been a breeze, to say the least. There are reasons to look back and feel bleakness at the past and the days to come. But if I want you to take anything away from this post, it’s this: This is the year the Collective came together. Almost by accident, a hundred individuals separated by time and space came together together with their shared desire to inspire others who love tabletop games and the spirit of adventure that embody them. Though the Collective is comprised of many pieces and people, only together could we have made such a thing possible.

More than anything, I’d like to thank everyone who’s joined us, old and new, official or unofficial, vocal participant or silent supporter, for joining me here and making this all possible. Thanks to you, I have made connections across all four corners of the world, and in the days to come I can only anticipate greater days as far as we are concerned.

So, this Paladin expresses his deepest thanks and love, and ask that you join me in raising one cup of kindness in farewell for the passing year, the year the Collective grew from a vague idea to a colorful reality, and join me tomorrow for all new days to come.

For Auld Lang Syne.

-Paladin

A Chance for Fireworks

by: mldrgrl
Rated: PG-13
Summary: All this Millennium on my dash the last few days prompted this.

“The world didn’t end,” he says with a smile.

“No, it didn’t,” she replies, her own smile fading slightly.  She drops her gaze from his, disappointment creeping in.  She’s disappointed in herself, and in him, but mostly in herself.  Disappointed that she’d just stood passively, arms crossed, and didn’t think to kiss him back.  Disappointed that after he smiled at her, he didn’t try to give her another chance.

“Happy new year, Scully.”

“Happy new year, Mulder.”

His arm lays heavy across her shoulders as they turn to leave.  When they push through the door to the hall, his hand strays to the middle of her back and a bit of a shiver moves up her spine.  It isn’t right that she feels more of a tingle from a light hand at her back than the touch of his lips.

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anonymous asked:

I saw we only had a little more time for requests 😱 So I think Niall loves having people over for dinner and such... howabout if he and his girlfriend/wife threw a New Year's Eve party. Either Fluffy with the Midnight kiss or smutty like they are so overwhelmed watching the other they sneak off to bring the year in with a bang

Auld Lang Syne

When Niall first suggested renting an apartment in New York you were skeptical.  He was scheduled to perform and you didn’t see the point in an entire apartment. Why not just get a hotel?  It seemed like a lot of work for one night.  “Nah love! It’ll be fun!  Just a few friends over for drinks and some food after I sing.  We’ll watch the ball drop and that’ll be it.  What d’ya say?”  He wound his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss into the soft skin of your neck.  The soft suckling of his lips on your neck wore away any reservations you had and you caved.  “Mmmm, ok fine.  You win.”  Niall squeezed you close and reached down to slap your ass.  “I’ll take care of everything.  Promise.”

The apartment Niall’s record company set up for him was amazing, even by pop star standards. There were floor to ceiling windows across the living room and into the bedroom, giving you a bird’s eye view of the city skyline. “Niall this is amazing!” Niall stopped rummaging in his suitcase and walked over to where you were gazing out into Times Square. People were bustling around, setting up scaffolding and tv cameras. Niall slung his arm around your shoulder and tucked you into the crook of his arm. “View’s sick huh? Perfect spot to watch the ball drop.”

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