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autistpride · 4 months

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RSD fucking sucks.

Read my tree things tonight.

And I spent 20 min crying.

Cause I legit had convinced myself again that I was annoying and bothering people and being too much.

Those notes were so absolutely sweet and you have no idea how much they mean to me.

So thank you to everyone who wrote one for me!

Your kind and loving words are etched into my heart where I will cherish them and continue to read them in times I begin to feel low.

Forgive me for being a noob, but I'm unsure if I'm supposed to tag you here or dm you. So I'll do both! Especially since I know a few were from people I'm not mutual with on here.

@spookymoonie @carrythispictureforluck @ye-olde-trojan-horse @chace-vito @phantomgrimalkin @tinknevertalks @siriuslybea @kat-xox @kwiwrites @lunarlivs @moony-t0ast @roomwithanopenfire @basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin @courfee @mxdnights0 @theresthesnitch

#rsd is a bitch #actually audhd #audhd problems #christmas tree things #people like me #this is new #im hoping to make friends #and I think i did

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assassin1513 · 1 year

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🎄One Day until Christmas 🎄

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kyurochurro · 6 months

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY!!! my favorite season of the year is here so of course that means its time to draw spirk decorating a good ol classic christmas tree!! 🎄💫🎁✨ (spirkmas? spirkmas tree. yes) have a warm yuletide season yall >:)

(also yes ive been studying leyendecker HEHEH)

#churro art #my art #illustration #digital art #fanart #star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #tos #james t kirk #james kirk #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #spirk #AHHHHHHHHHH FINALLYYYYY SOMETHING WARM FOR THIS HOLIDAY SEASON YESSSS #THIS ONE WAS SO FUNNN AND SELF INDULGENT AND SO RELAXING TO DRAW #i love love love LVOEE draiwng christmas stuff shdjsdjkdsbsdksd #especially when i get to draw characters decorating trees. its like the one thing i keep drawing every year its so funny LMAOO #legit ive been slacking off a lot but i realllyyyy wanted to draw something warm and self indulgent for the season!!!1 ehehe #i doubt theyd put up a big tree on the enterprise but a girl can dream..#i guess this is kinda a lil sequel to my spirk jack o lantern drawing :D #except this one was made by an artist with way too much free time to waste LMAOO #anyways as you can also tell. yes ive been a littol obsessed with leyendecker...#which honestly. are you even an illustrator if you dont go through your leyendecker obsessed phase. LMAOOO #no but srsly ive been studying this masn work like crazyyy!!#im obsessed with his lighting his rendering his use of texture and oh gawd... THE CLOTHING FOLDS.#was definitely something kinda new to use this kinda lighting but i love this lighting that leyendecker uses sooo much!!#its a lot like looking at a scene from a lit up stage it really added to the theatricality of his arts :D #but tbh idk i just wanted to emulate that same sense of warmth here for these two ehehehe #as they say you kno. home is where the spock is and whatnot....

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lavendermunson · 5 months

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red velvet - steve harrington

day 8 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18. a very drunk softie steve. steve's dad deserves his own warning. FLUFF FLUFF. some allusions to sex?. steve is head over heels. no use of y/n or body descriptions.

This always happens. Steve is too nervous to meet his dad at his annual Christmas celebration at someone else's big mansion. This isn't the first time you tag along, you have been doing this for a while not wanting to leave Steve alone with the people who torment him the most.

"I think that's enough" You take the cup of wine from his hand, his hair is starting to look disheveled and his pupils are already dilated. "You need to drive me home!"

"I'm sorry, you know this is how I cope with my anxiety!" he slurs his words, shaking his head as his vision gets blurry.

Every time he was with his dad, he needed to be drunk enough to let his hurtful words fly away from him. Mr. Harrington had a special gift, where all of his words cut deep into Steve's heart, tormenting his mind for a long time, not just the moment he was talking.

"We should go, everyone else is leaving. You can sober up in the car, let's go" you say, your arms traveling to his back to push him off the stool he was sitting on. He wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a peck on your cheek and making an effort to stand by himself to get going.

You help him walk to the car, waving to his parents goodbye and pretending he was still sober. He wasn't.

Both of you sit in the back of his BMW, he parked as far away as possible to have some peace of mind when he arrived. Good thing he did, it's been a while since he has been sitting beside you. Eyes closed, shaky breath and his arms around you.

His wandering hands caress your waist, his fingers work to unzip your dress and his large palm finds your back, cold and soft hands in contact with your skin giving you goosebumps.

"You always make me feel so safe, baby" his head lifts from your shoulder, Steve's beautiful brown eyes lock with yours and you can see the happiness that shines in them. You mirror his emotions, rubbing his thigh.

"I'm always here for you, you know that baby" you whisper.

He looks at you, still rubbing your back with his gentle hands. He admires your features, the way your eyelashes make your eyes look bigger. The way the tip of your nose always looks so kissable, your lips always in a perfect shade of red. Your signature red lipstick that he buys for you anytime you need it.

He feels the warmth of your skin in contact with his hands, the way you melt against his touch as if it's the first time he is doing it. His mind wanders back to that night he made love to you for the first time, taking care of you and wanting you to feel good.

But right now he feels at peace, his head is dizzy and the taste of wine is still present on his tongue. The bubbly feeling on his chest, he isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol or you. The only thing he knows, it’s that he is too drunk to start playing with you, as you once said you are his little toy.

This time, in his car under the moonlight, the bright lamp of the street and the windows fogged, the only thing he can focus on is how much he loves you. On how much his heart beats for you, every pump of blood is dedicated to you because he is here for you.

To take care of you, to listen to you, to take you home and make breakfast when you stay at his house. Steve's heart is entirely yours, he gave it to you without a single doubt. Because in a world full of people who enjoy stabbing him in the back, you are here to remind him the only thing that matters is how much he has grown into the beautiful and sweet boy he is now.

"You make me so happy, princess. You have no idea"

You smile at him, his puppy face and glassy eyes make you pout. You hold his face in your hands, his eyes close involuntarily as he feels your lips pressing over his face. You leave pecks all around his cheeks, trying to kiss every one of his freckles and moles. You kiss the tip of his nose and laugh as he scrunches his nose feeling the tingles. You kiss his forehead like you always do before falling asleep.

When you try to leave a peck on his lips he throws his head back and sticks his tongue out like a little kid. You giggle, admiring the marks of lipstick on his face, the tattoo of your red lips decorating his pretty face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't move, Stevie!"

You look for your bag, taking the polaroid camera out and holding it in front of him.

"Smile!"

Steve smiles, and when the camera clicks the picture slowly reveals itself. You show it to him and he laughs, loving how the marks are all over his face.

"I think I'm going to get this tattooed, Eddie does tattoos right?"

"Baby, you can't get tattoos on your face!"

"But look how cute I am! All marked up by my princess"

When you can't seem to stop giggling, Steve leans in, pressing his lips against yours to kiss you. His kiss is soft, like the silky duvet you sleep in. He takes his time to feel your lips against him, you let out a moan when his body presses against you.

With your hands wrapped against his biceps, squeezing his arms with your fingers. One of his hands travels from your back to your cheek to hold you in place while his tongue makes its way past your lips to brush yours, he groans over the kiss feeling the vibration in your mouth.

You enjoy how his tongue presses against yours, you moan again savoring his taste. Wine, cigarettes, and a hint of his favorite cake red velvet. The one you always bake for him on his birthday.

Both of you break away from the kiss, lips red thanks to your lipstick and glossy from the mixing of the saliva. Hair messy and disheveled, your heavy chests and pounding hearts are the cherry on top.

"What's the name of your lipstick?" he asks, thumb caressing your cheek as you lean your face to the side.

"Red velvet. Why?"

"Same as the cake you made for my birthday!" he smiles.

"Yes, I'll make that cake for you for the rest of my life" you bump his nose lightly with the tip of your finger earning a giggle from him.

"And I'll buy that lipstick for you for the rest of my life"

Now that he is sober, he can take you home. When you ask him to stay, he will say yes to wake you up with kisses and make you breakfast. For the rest of your lives too.

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ickadori · 5 months

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merry christmas if you celebrate !🎄🩵

sukuna puts a human head on the top of your christmas tree and can't understand why you immediately kick him out afterwards

gojo rips open the gifts with your name on them bc you're going too slow for his liking and he's too hyper and excited to wait to see your reaction

yuji hid his gifts for you so you wouldn't snoop in them but now he can't remember where he put them and he's crying into a mug of eggnog

toji is adamant that you're on santa's naughty list and that's why you don't have a single gift underneath the tree

nanami couldn’t decide on what to get you so he ended up spending exorbitant amounts of money on a bunch of very, very expensive gifts only for you gush the hardest over a pair of fuzzy, graphic socks that he only bought for a stocking stuffer

getou had his more sentient curses wrap your gifts for you because he got lazy, and now there’s freakish creatures walking around wearing the jewelry and lingerie he had gotten you

mahito hears you complain about not having a christmas tree and he quickly fixes one up for you using transfigured humans, and like sukuna, can’t understand why he’s now standing on your doorstep in the freezing cold with a stinging cheek

hakari gambled away the christmas funds on a bad hand so now you’re getting a giftbox full of co—

#++ dori #merry crimuh!!#thank you for the mssgs on that christmas tree thing :p !!

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copias-juicebox · 5 months

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Merry Christmas Ghesties. 🤍🎄

#i wish you all a wonderful time with your loved ones.#may you all find a copia shaped present under your trees and have a nice and relaxed time #heres some tender father with a cute lil christmas hat #i wish i could have found some copia videos with a christmas hat or the beard thing he wore once #tobias forge #ghost band #papa emeritus #ghesties #ghost sweden #the band ghost #copia #myedit #ghost #papa emeritus iv #tutti frutti #tender father #mr ghost

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more-than-ideas · 5 months

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From the Sound of Silence project by Martin Rak Photography

#more than ideas #so many fragile things #martin rak #sound of silence #christmas tree #pine trees #winter #reflection #snow

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sivilvendetta · 7 months

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I'm

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Finished up some doodles for my last few chapters of Spook's Season!

#Timeout spot #When you don't have a tree for the safe zone use the next best thing #Can't fucking tag you when you're touching the stick monster #the nightmare before christmas #jack skellington x reader #jack skellington #reader insert #x reader #reader #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #halloween #halloweentown #fanart #the nightmare before christmas fanart #Halloweentown citizens #Vampires #Nightmare before christmas

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pinata-candy · 5 months

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I’ve made this joke before and I’ll do it again

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!

#digital art #art #artists on tumblr #super mario rpg #my art #mario #smrpg #smrpg remake #geno smrpg #christmas #he’s just lucky his brothers didn’t put him on top of the tree again this year #I think Mack would show Geno a Santa toy and be like look. dads here for the holiday #and geno would go why the fuck does that man look like Smithy. destroy that thing. and he would

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missing-sock-misto · 6 months

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Christmas Lights

#he likes ✨sparkly✨ things #art #digital art #holiday #christmas #cats the musical #cats the musical fanart #cats fanart #rum tum tugger #missing sock misto art #alt title: moments before disaster #artactualcats #tugger fanart #m always makes the tree a little extra special #like #fav

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dootznbootz · 7 months

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I saw this and immediately thought of Dionysus. The girl on the left is Ariadne and the girl on the right is Apollo or Hermes minding their own gd business.

#Ariadne as there are “excuse me that's my husband” vibes. and the girl on the right is Hermes or Apollo for funsies #PINE TREE TOO!!! (It's technically a Christmas tree and probably an evergreen but shhhhh) That's Dionysus' thing! PINE CONE GOD #I have not been given the gifts to draw because this is the type of stuff I would be drawing #it's girl on the left's LOOK that made this so wonderful to me #I know being naked was fine in ancient greece but this is so funny to me.#ariadne #greek mythology #greek myth #mythology #dionysus #apollo #hermes #dionysus x ariadne #THEY NEED A SHIP NAME #tagamemnon

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mariocki · 4 months

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Lalla Ward makes a brief appearance as Lady Augusta, intended bride to an ill-fated aristocrat, in A Ghost Story for Christmas: The Ash Tree (BBC, 1975)

#fave spotting #lalla ward #doctor who #a ghost story for christmas #the ash tree #1975 #romana #romana ii #spoilers for the ash tree ig????#i mean it's pretty obvious from the outset that Ed Petherbridge's aristo is not in for a good time #i mean he's a Jamesian protagonist for one thing....#lalla had been acting since the beginning of the decade‚ with a fair number of one off appearances on tv and the odd film to her name #(most notably Hammer's Vampire Circus). she was still a few years off DW and genre immortality at this point #it isn't the most rewarding role; James (who i don't think many would argue that he wasn't a bit of a chauvinist) rarely featured #significant women characters in his work (a large number of them being academical in setting didn't help). actually the ash tree #is something of an outlier in that regard‚ as it does feature a significant female character in Mrs. Mothersole‚ but we can hardly consider #her a positive feminine presence... actually one of Lawrence Gordon Clark's regrets about this particular entry in the Ghost Story for #Christmas canon is the failure of him and writer David Rudkin to make a true villain of Mothersile; Clark felt that their shared sympathies #for the historical victims of witchhunting prevented them from capturing the 'evil' of the character (tho it's debatable how much James #himself intended her to be truly evil; this is just Clark's opinion after all‚ and fwiw i think Rudkin's greater complexity of the #character is more interesting‚ more believable and more appropriate)#i rambled. anyway yes‚ not a meaty role perhaps‚ but Lalla sinks her teeth in all the same and in just a few brief scenes successfully #creates a vivid and fully realised character‚ a charming and flirtatious fiancée with something of a rebellious streak #no ash tree post bc i made one the last time i watched it a couple of years ago

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assassin1513 · 1 year

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✨Merry Xmas ✨

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lavendermunson · 4 months

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mistletoe - steve harrington

day 13 of leia’s christmas tree farm

cw FLUFF. mentions of steve’s mental health. henderson!reader. preestablished relationship

Steve isn’t a pretty big fan of the holidays because he doesn’t spend the night like the others. His mom pays someone to make dinner for her, she gets them out of the plastic containers and places them in expensive personalized dinnerware. His dad buys expensive whiskey and finishes the bottle in a couple of minutes along his friends.

He has grown to believe Christmas is just a holiday about showing off. Giving expensive gifts and seeing people use them for three days just to bury them at the bottom of their dressers.

That’s something his parents always did, brag about money and big houses instead of having a good time. He thought he deserved this, a life so soulless and unkind.

When he met Dustin, your mom, and you his whole world changed. He fell for you so hard, risking all for you and making sure you were always happy. You do the same for him, you always do.

You are his safe place.

It’s Christmas Eve. His family is having dinner with his dad’s colleagues and his mom’s loud best friends. He hates this, he hates that he has to put on a fake smile on his face while he feels miserable.

Steve wishes you could be by his side, but he couldn’t put you through this. His dad will ignore you and try to set him up with someone else. He knows his mom would love you but eventually side with him because that’s the way their relationship works.

Their marriage is stupid.

His parents are stupid.

This day is so stupid.

Surrounded by the stiffness of his room, looking at the pictures of him with you and the friend group. He feels like he could cry, he wants a good Christmas Eve just for once. He misses you all so much.

His head is heavy and his vision is blurry. He sits on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot against the carpeted floor and preparing himself for the night.

Then he hears a knock on his window. It’s you. Like he summoned you. His heart skips a beat when he sees your face, you are all dressed in black.

“What are you doing? My parents are here!”

“We are here to steal you, like a precious piece of art from a museum!”

He laughs, looking at you.

“I can’t, honey. I can’t leave, they are going to kill me!”

“They won’t because…” you hold your index finger in the air, waiting for your sign to escape. When you hear Steve’s mom scream you take his hand in yours, pulling him to you. “Your house is infested with cockroaches”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll explain in a bit, let’s go”

You take a step back from the roof, Steve is impressed to see you climb his house for him knowing how difficult it is for him to get to your window. He escapes from his own room, his hands gripping the window frame as he gets out quietly.

When you get off the roof, you hold his hand in yours running with him towards your car. He opens the passenger door and sits down excited, ready to escape this hell of a house.

He did it. He is out, he is with you. The cold breeze hits his cheeks, he feels calm for the first time since he woke up.

“Dustin! Hurry” you scream at your little brother, he holds an empty box as he runs to meet you.

“Mission accomplished!”

Both of you join Steve in the car, you are quick to drive away from his house before their parents catch you. He misses his mom telling him not to come downstairs.

“You guys are crazy,” he says, anxiety slowly disappears as he rubs his abdomen. He looks back, noticing how his house disappears from his vision. “When did you come up with this plan?”

“Today” you answer, eyes focused on the road as you speed up to get to your house quickly.

“And why are you both dressed in black?”

“It’s our steal-a-museum outfit,” Dustin says, feeling Steve’s eyes glaring at him “It was her idea!”

“I couldn’t leave you there, I spent all day trying to come up with something for you to spend Christmas with me”

“Thank you, honey”

“And your parents freaked out when they saw the cockroaches, it was hilarious!” Dustin says, getting out of the car when you finally get home. Safely and with Steve by your side.

Steve holds your hand as you walk to your house, his fingers interlock with yours and he leans to the side, kissing your cheek before pushing the door open.

After opening the door, he sees a crowd of people cheering and screaming. Your mom, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and all of his kids are there.

Steve smiles brightly, feeling his cheeks warm as well as his heart. Everyone comes up to him, hugs him, and welcomes him before they follow Dustin, who cannot stop laughing as he tells the story of how they got Steve here.

Your mom gets close to him, hugging him tightly.

“We are happy you are home,” she says. Steve holds back his tears, home. He finally feels like he has a home.

“Thank you, Mrs. Henderson” he smiles at her, his chest heaving up and down from the excitement. “I’m surprised you were okay with this plan”

“Oh Steve, who do you think got that box of cockroaches!” she laughs and you join her, both looking so happy that he is here. How is it possible? He feels like he is dreaming. It’s all just too good to be true. “I’ll leave you guys, you are under the mistletoe”

You look up at the branch of mistletoe that wasn’t there before you left the house. Steve looks at it too, then he wraps your waist with his arms pulling you to his chest.

“Thank you, baby”

“Don’t. It’s the least I could do, they are going home at ten but you are staying here with me”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I love you, honey”

“I love you too, baby”

You cup his cheeks in your hands, the feeling of your soft fingertips makes Steve melt. Pressing your lips against his, he feels in heaven.

He feels you, he tastes you.

The one who saved him from one of the worst nights of his life, he owes you everything.

His head falls to the side as you tangle your fingers in his hair. It makes Steve moan softly, feeling all his body warm and bubbly.

You spend the night together. Sharing jokes, laughing at Dustin’s stories, and drinking. He only gets more excited because he gets to sleep with you, maybe thank you for what you did, and wake up on Christmas to open his presents.

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shelovesplants · 5 months

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My new color changing Christmas tree, and the tree skirt that my grandmother handmade years ago 🎄✨️🌈

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stevesbipanic · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 11: Charlie Brown's Christmas and Last Christmas by Wham!

Eddie was cozy. He'd created his perfect Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve environment. A big cup of cocoa including marshmallows of course, his fluffiest blanket, a sweater that wasn't garish or itchy, soft socks to keep his feet warm and his favourite Christmas movie since he was a child, Charlie Brown's Christmas.

The beginning music was just starting to play when he heard it. The earworm that his sweet Stevie had been consumed by. Steve was in the kitchen cooking them dinner like the lovely boyfriend that he is and Eddie would be more appreciative if he wasn't softly singing. At least, if he wasn't singing that damn song again.

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away," Steve sung quietly.

Eddie tried to tune it out, the song had only been released recently and of course his pop loving, George Micheal fanboy of a boyfriend was obsessed with it. Eddie subtly turned up the volume on the tv, trying to focus on the Peanuts and their plight.

"I remember having a tree that sad as a kid," he thought.

"This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special."

Eddie reminded himself that he loved his boyfriend, his boyfriend saved his life, his boyfriend was literally making him food and was allowing Eddie to be soft and cozy.

"I wrapped it up and sent it, with a note saying I love you I meant it."

Eddie glanced at their own little tree, his gift for Steve very wonkily wrapped but full of love.

"Focus Eddie, focus on Snoopy," he begged his brain.

"Now I know what a fool I've been but if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again."

Eddie stood up very quickly setting down his cocoa and matching over to Steve pulling him into a kiss. When he pulled away a slightly shocked Steve was smiling at him.

"I love you Steve but please stop with the Wham!."

"Sorry, Eds, don't worry I know you'd never break my heart."

Eddie gave Steve another kiss for good measure. Thankfully, dinner was ready soon after that and he could enjoy Snoopy and Stevie all cozy on the couch once more.

Ao3

#i wrote all the song lines from memory so if theyre wrong thats y #stranger things #steddiemas #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #cozy boys #eddie loves snoopy #so does steve #steve actually has a plush Snoopy under the tree for eddie #ficlet #st christmas #fluff #christmas fluff #yes the number of eves is on purpose #it just seems like a very eddie thing to say

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