Deck the Halls- Harrison Osterfield

Authors notes: OH BOY has it been a while since I’ve posted a piece of writing wow! Is it too early for Christmas fics?!? I hope not bc I’m feeling festive. I kinda came up with this while I was decorating my house with my family and now here we are. Like I said its been some time since I’ve written so I’m sorry if this is trash, but I’m always open to some constructive criticism! I hope all you lovelies enjoy! 

Word Count: 1557 (oops)

Warnings: pure fluff dw

Originally posted by fluorize

You loved winter. The cold weather called for days inside cuddled under a blanket with hot chocolate, reading a book or watching your favourite movie. Your boyfriend Harrison also loved winter, but he’d rather spend it another way. He’d drag you out from under the blankets on the day of the first snowfall to catch snowflakes on your tongues and attempt to make snowmen with the little snow that fell. Although your feelings towards how you wanted to spend winter were different, you could both agree that the best part of the season was Christmas.

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childhood sounds #2

church bells in the distance, jumping in piles of autumn leaves, going down a squeaky playground slide, rain falling on a car roof, the beeping of flip phone buttons, a grandfather clock chiming on the hour, the school bus engine, classic christmas carols, mourning doves cooing, a skip-it toy being dragged in circles on the pavement, a ballerina music box song, stepping into snow and puddles of slush, feet pounding on a jungle gym, AIM sound effects, putting the lid on a cookie jar, running bath-water, windows XP start up sound, blowing on a pinwheel toy, jelly sandals tapping against the sidewalk, scratching on a metal screen door, tv static, nokia phone ringtone, zipping a camping tent, taking off velcro sneakers, drawing and erasing on a chalkboard, a filled pencil case being popped open, pacman game sounds, sneakers squeaking against a gymnasium floor, old christmas tree ornaments knocking around inside a cardboard box.

Voyager was a show in which:

An alien from another galaxy died and became a rock.

“There’s coffee in that nebula.”

Harry Kim died twice in the first season alone; did not get a promotion.

Tom Paris avoided criminal punishment because of a dog.

The ship had to be submissive to a frustrated space fish-worm.

Torres literally had a split personality.

Kes ate dirt.

Kes happened at all.

Tuvok and Paris changed rank in the first season with no explanation.

Harry Kim traveled into an alternate time and space dimension; did not get promotion.

Neelix got into a food fight with Paris.

Q turned the ship into a Christmas tree ornament.

“Get the cheese to sickbay.”

The Doctor got beamed into space for five seconds.

Paris and Janeway turned into lizards.

Seven of Nine had nightmares about a bird.

Harry Kim built the Astrometrics Lab; did not get a promotion.

“You hit the wrong ship!” “It wasn’t my fault!” “Well then who’s fault was it, the torpedoe’s? You’re supposed to tell it what to do!”

Tuvok was stranded on a planet with small children.

The ship got transported back to 1996, and was not the weirdest thing around.

“Vulcans do not hydro-sail.”

Paris found a Hirogen head.

Harry Kim saved the ship from the future; did not get a promotion.

A dead crewmember changed species and briefly came back.

Seven had Borg multiple-personalities.

The Doctor had daydreams that threatened the ship.

Tuvok had a dream about walking naked around the ship.

“Alien bugs, or alien fisticuffs. Oooh that’s a tough one.”

“Very large germs” swarmed the ship.

The Doctor secretly impersonated half the crew.

Some kind of fantastic show!
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🎅Fun little themed winter bucket list🎅

❄Get some hot chocolate and bundle up and take a walk to look at Christmas lights! You can even check if your town has a Candy Cane Lane!

❄Make special homemade hot chocolate! My favorite is with a candy cane in it 

❄Bake Christmas cookies! Bonus points if you make some for your caregiver or grandma or even your neighbors!

❄Build a gingerbread house! Costco has some great ones for $10

❄Have a pajama day with all the blankets in your house and your favorite snack and movies!

❄Get some Christmas books from the library! And don’t feel silly getting books from the kids area they’ll just assume you’re getting them for your kid/sibling!

❄Donate some toys to kids in need. Most towns will have some sort of donation drive. Our fire station here does it!

❄Mail a Christmas card to Santa! This is my favorite one!!

❄Go to a local tree lighting! The one I like to go to here gives out free reindeer ears and hot chocolate!

❄If you’re putting up a tree make some Christmas ornaments!

❄Make play doh! My favorite is white and glittery like snow!

❄Make paper snowflakes!

Angels in the Bunker

Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Lucifer x Reader (you’ll see *wink wonk*)

Word Count: 1,580

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: This was requested by @averagegaykid! I loved writing this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! I hope you’ve all enjoyed Satan Sunday this week!! I love you all so much!!

You assembled the four angels, all of them standing together in front of you.  They all towered over you, which was one of the reasons you recruited their help.  While the Winchesters were gone, you were going to decorate the bunker for Christmas.  It was not an easy task to do by yourself.  

You had them each bring along different decorations.  Balthazar was to get the Christmas tree, and the ornaments for it.  Gabriel was supposed to get lights for the tree, along with stockings.  Castiel was sent to get candy for the stockings, along with candy canes for the tree.  You asked Lucifer to bring one thing, garland.  You knew Lucifer was not a fan of Christmas, but he could never say no to you.

“Alright my angels,” you smiled.  “We only have the rest of today and a little bit of tomorrow to decorate the bunker.  Dean and Sam don’t take long on hunts.  They’ll be even quicker when they realize this is just a ruse.”

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about what you tagged me in, what first comes to mind is human’s deliberate fire setting

one of the first farming techniques was slash-and-burn, which cuts down as much plant matter in an area as possible, and then lights it up, which destroys the rest, and leaves nice ash and soil for agriculturally significant plants to grow without competition from native plants. areas cleared via slash-and-burn are called swiddens, which is a fun word.

so this can go into alien admiration of human ingenuity, and risk taking (risk of fire going out of control vs reward of growing desirable plants). especially because this technique is literally ancient and continues to modern day, although somewhat safer. like, ‘ok, we need this much land clear for crops, get your shovels everyone, lets uproot all these plants,’ and the human takes a lighter and says, nah, this is easier’ and they’re right.

something else that we can look at is the comparison between earth and non-earth planets. first is we don’t know how common wild fires would be, so theoretically they’re exceedingly rare, only occurring at volcanos and such, especially if the planet doesn’t have any lightning-producing weather. fire could theoretically only occur on a small scale, for cooking and industrial applications. with that is the shock of seeing fire so goddamn big. like, it’d shock a lot of humans to be near a big fire, but we at least have a concept that ah, big fires exist.

so taking the ‘humans are space australians’ a little more literal, eucalyptus trees, because of the oils produced, are extremely flammable to the point that they give off flammable vapors in heat and have been recorded to explode during forest fires. ornamental eucalyptus trees out of australia (notably in california) are a serious fire hazard for starting and/or worsening forest fires with other species of tree

so knowing how flammable trees already are, like, what if aliens just don’t have a concept of plants being flammable. like, organisms are all kinda fleshy and wet, so if they burn, they burn like meat burns, and not like, oh shit, its going up in flames. so earth, compared to other home planets, is unnecessarily flammable for no goddamn reason and humans set fires anyway

thats probably bad for the aliens on the ship discovering that most humans have at least a little pyromania


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It’s Only Logical - Chapter Six

Prologue    Ch 1    Ch 2    Ch 3    Ch 4    Ch 5

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: Swearing/Implied Sexuality

Chapter Six: Landscaping Emergencies

Patton was cheerfully tending to a customer when his sister burst in the door, wild-eyed. He was immediately concerned, rushing from behind the counter.

“Val, are you okay?! Is it Thomas? What’s wrong?”

“Thomas is fine, I think. Nobody at the school has told me otherwise, but I’m going to die if I don’t talk to Logan RIGHT NOW!” As she spoke, Logan walked in from the back carrying a flat of pansies for the front window.

“LOGAN!!! I have never needed anyone in my life as much as I need you right now. I need your help, it’s an emergency!” Logan stared at her, eyes wide, and carefully set down the flat he was carrying on the counter.

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It’s been a long time since Chuck found himself here–outside the window of a Winchester. He’d peeked in last, when Dean was a baby, watching Mary place an angel over his cradle telling him they would watch over him while he slept.

It had been a warm, inviting picture, then, so different from what was left over after the fire burned it all.

Since then, he’d stayed away, out of the business of angels. Away from their weapons of war. Chuck squints through the window at two sets of small, ruddy cheeks, thinking how innocent those weapons look tonight. How fragile.

Dean shivers in his sleep, wrapping his arm protectively across Sam while the snow falls hard and unrelenting outside. Chuck could make it stop, but instead, he favors subtlety as he blows a warm breeze into the motel room, watching Dean relax.

Chuck tunes in to John, three-days drive away. On Christmas Eve. He blinks against the memory of Dean’s tiny prayers for Sam to have one good Christmas and wishes his mind didn’t draw parallels between himself and John. Perhaps John was never meant to be a father, he acknowledges. Perhaps I was never meant to be one, either.

But Chuck still finds himself yearning to do something small, just once. To be something more to the boys whose fate is to be ripped apart between the powers of heaven and hell.

He makes them out of a thousand-year-old oak tree with his bare hands, like a father would. He carves the wood  and whittles through the night. He paints the figures with moonlight, detailing it with the same care he used to paint the heavens.  

Finally, he sits back to admire his work–the two simple wooden figures for the two forgotten boys inside a forgotten motel room.

There is no tree, or ornaments to place them under. So, instead, he slots them each beneath the crook of the boys’ arms.

Under Sam, a dog. And, under Dean, a dark-haired angel in a trenchcoat.

He leans over Dean’s sleeping form and says softly: “I made your gift special. This is Castiel. Someday, you’ll know just how special he is. Someday, you’ll see the real angel I’ve created for you.”

Dean starts to stir in his sleep, unconsciously pulling the wooden angel close to his chest for comfort. Dean’s face relaxes as his fingers curl around the black, glossy wings.

It makes Chuck smile.

“Merry Christmas, Dean” Chuck whispers. “Angels are watching over you.”


(This prompt submission was from @belindarimbi13 to do a “Toy Story AU in which Cas is in Dean’s figure collection” (Sorry this took me so long. Also, the prompt got a little derailed with writers block so I took some liberties. Hope it still works ;))

Thanks, @caslikescoffeeandfreckles for the ideas on this one! ;)

Send me one of these destiel prompts to my inbox and I’ll write a drabble! (Disney Destiel Prompt Game)

anonymous asked:

i breezed through all of your family lore stories and the fucking ornamental peach tree gave me an out of body experience which i still havent recovered from hOLY FU C K

I assume this was a good out-of-body experience, but thank you!

UPDATE:  When grandpa died and Grandma sold the house, dad and I dug the peach tree up out of the yard to take with us, and transplanted it first to another yard in CA, then again when we moved to CO.  We’ve had unnaturally hot weather this year, and as of 2/18, the damn thing has buds on it already, when it normally flowers in April.  

Mom is not pleased.  LAST time it decided to flower early (2015), the bees pollinated the fuck out of it because it was the only flower game around, and we ended up having to prop the damn thing up with 2x4′s and ladders to keep the branches from snapping under the weight of the fruit.  There was more fruit than we could give away in a timely manner and mom STILL has peach preserves in the pantry from that.

So I guess grandpa intimidated the FUCK outta that tree.