xmas deals

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anon gave me a challenge; asked for a bit of Carl Barks with nice-guy-Gladstone but then I remember this part of A Christmas for Shacktown (W OS 367-02), which is a sweet holiday classic where the ducks are trying to raise twenty-five dollars to get the kids in the poor part of town a toy train!

anonymous asked:

Hi if i rmbr correctly your profile picture was made by a friend/ fan? May i know who it is? I wanted to follow them but i forgot their name and lost them~~ ;_;

Sure! My avatar was made by @deal-right!! Though it’s not Christmas anymore so I should change it already ahaha~

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          the betrayal stung, on an ALL TOO VIVID LEVEL, his cuts and bruises still splattered across his skin. he could barely look at the other, his mind a shattered mess, as he STRUGGLED NOT TO GIVE UP ALTOGETHER. once again, he found himself broken and beaten, BY SOMEONE HE COULD NOT STOP. he was fragile, and the other’s presence did not help.

          “ … you left me. YOU… LEFT ME… “

anonymous asked:

Yo so different accounts say different things and idk which one to believe ; were Alex's parents supportive or not due to him being a mutant??? I need closure on this issue lmao

I’m pretty sure they were, because they did call upon Alex in XMA to deal with Scott- but I think Alex is the one who had trouble dealing with it in his teens. (i.e. brooding handsome boy alex summers in first class)

I’ll look into it more because i’m sure comics are different :)

Sunrise ((Sun Wukong X You))

Early Merry Christmas, you silly bean noodle. May you read this when you wake up~

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So warm. You can’t help but cuddle into the plentiful warmth of your boyfriend, drowsily cracking open an eye to catch a glimpse of their sleeping face. His blond hair seems more of a mess than usual–it has to be a crime for how cute he is with that peaceful expression. Sun must be dreaming of you as you pick up a mumble of your name followed by his arms holding you a bit tighter, tail twitching before comfortably wrapping around one of your legs.

Sun.” You murmur, touching foreheads with him before pressing a kiss on closed eyelids. He stirs at that, smile already blooming on his face as he wakes up with a stretch, drawing you further into his embrace.

Mornin’.” He breathes, still so very sleepy as he attempts a smooch to the top of your head. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm.” How could you not? It was like sleeping curled up next to a personal heater. Hot like the sun, you muse with an easy smile. Sun is pleased at your hum of an answer, moving on down from kissing your hair to the tip of your nose, silly smirk so effortless on his face. Kisses from him are like droplets of sunlight, setting your heart aflame with their tenderness.

“If you’re hungry, I can…acquire us some food, if you’d like.” A fancy way of stealing some poor fool’s breakfast, you know he means. As delightful as an idea that it is, and you are a bit hungry, you don’t exactly want to give up your position in his arms just yet. Too comfortable, too warm, too secure. Not that there was anything wrong with those traits, but it certainly made parting with them difficult.

Sun may not be as intellectually inclined as Neptune, but he reads you like a book. Always perceptive, always seeing more than what you think possible. The grin tugging at his lips can’t be a good sign, but it’s too late to question his motives as he holds you close and gathers you into his arms

S–Sun!!” Your cry of his name is cut off by a fit of giggles as you’re scooped up off the bed and lifted onto those stupid, unfairly perfect muscles of his.

“I figured we could make it a date.” He explains with a laugh as your arms instinctively loop around his neck, beckoning for another kiss that he happily provides.

“Can’t argue with that.” You really can’t–being held by such inhuman strength that was just as gentle? Truly, Sun knew how to spoil his loved one! You’re grateful he’s chosen to wear pajama pants on the venture this time as he carries you out of the bedroom and to where an unsuspecting victim and breakfast shall soon be parted.

Millennials Hate Black Friday – and we’re enjoying its slow death

Growing up, I remember watching the classic holiday films that showed frantic parents racing to buy the newest gadget for their spoiled brats.

This was Black Friday – the day after Thanksgiving where stores across the country slashed prices off of everything that your kids wanted and junk that you didn’t need but thought you did. Because grotesque capitalism.

This was an American tradition that reflected my parents’ eccentric sense of keeping up with the Joneses’.

A recession, a digital divide, and some social-life lessons learned later, millennials could care less about running to stores early in the morning to fight for crap that we most likely have already.

As a 24-year old finally “adulting,” I won’t be shopping on Black Friday like my parents did and I’m cool with that.

For one, Black Friday is against what millennials stand for philosophically.

The idea of waiting till the end of the year to purchase movies, music, and anything else for a discount is outdated within itself.  Most of my friends like to buy things on release – who doesn’t have Adele’s new album already? To wait longer than a week for new music or any gadget would be a week too long. Our generation prides itself on being the first to have it – Black Friday would be asking us to be patient for “deals” – yeah, no.

Second, this shopping event predicates itself on us going into malls and large department stores – who does that anymore?

I don’t remember the last time I went to the mall for anything. Shopping at multiple stores by foot early seems so ancient – I don’t remember doing it since the dreadful days of back-to-school shopping when I was twelve. The Internet has made the idea of running out of bed to grab deals basically pointless when your fingers can do all of the clicking.

Third, are the deals really worth the hassle? Nope.

If it isn’t over 50% off, that’s not a deal to me. Seriously, if I were even inspired to climb out of bed after a food-coma to go “shopping” it would feel like a joke to inconvenience my sanity just for the additional states tax to be removed. I rather pay that if it meant not wasting an Uber ride, patience, and morals in order to get a deal that really isn’t one. Sorry, but marking off something that most likely was on sale the week before isn’t impressive. Plus, let’s not forget the New Year’s deals that will probably be even better.

More importantly, Black Friday isn’t innovate or creative – it’s corporate and everything Millennials despise of the previous generation.

So why would anyone think it’s impressive to partake in a rat race for a sweater that most likely everyone will have? I crave originality, a sense of giving gifts that are more personalized that show my thoughtfulness. The discounted scarf and coat set from a department store isn’t a gift that says, “I put thought into this” – but simply, “I got this on sale and you will deal.” That being said, I find that my best holiday gifts had more sentimental value than the discounts I personally received. Last Christmas, I gave my mother my college degree in a personalized frame that I had bought before Black Friday. A very active shopper, my mother said she never seen a frame like it anywhere else.

That’s what the holiday’s are about – the thought, not the sale.

Millennials get that more than I think my parents’ generation did. But who could blame them in an era that had more Saturday morning cartoons that brainwashed their kids into thinking they had to get that “must-have” toy of the year?

It’s safe to say that my generation is still trying to understand where it stands on such shopping habits and trends, but at least I can say that Black Friday is one tradition that we’re ready to be dead on arrival.

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And now after Joonmyeon meets Jongdae, he has to share his favorite place that he keeps as a secret and there’ll be no more private cycling time in the forest by himself (but he doesn’t mind though, because Jongdae is like the wind, the wind that accompanies the tree that he thinks looks lonely, the tree that he thinks resembles himself)

I did it. I just have a make up class on the 2nd but there’s not really any drastic homework. I’m fucking done. \ o /

Here’s my end of semester gift to myself lmao.

Fuck getting a new phone when you can have this sweet vidya gaym bundle. Srsly that black friday deal was too good to pass up and I’m way too far behind in game systems these days cause I usually don’t have a job to afford any. Now I gotta go work many coffee shop hours so I don’t feel guilty about buying this… I don’t even have a TV yet. *sweats*