The team descends on the Miller household. (No turkeys were harmed in the making of this story. Much to Ronon and Rodney's disappointment.)
During a rare shoreleave on Earth over the holidays, Kirk convinces Spock to take a road trip with him. He didn't count on a record snowfall. Now they're stranded in a motel room for Christmas, and stir-craziness is beginning to set in...
As the writer and performer of the original song, I decided it was time that I remake this with other talented folks who can actually act all of the trolls (unlike me) and, well, create a version where “Perigee” is pronounced correctly… That said, I am proud to finally present to you this shiny new version of your favorite Homestuck carol—The 12 Trolls of Christmas!
"This feast is a most important holiday for Midgardians," Thor says. "It is the subject of many movies and songs! I wish to know more about it, so that I may better understand your culture, my friends!"
Patrick writes his name on Jonny's to-send Christmas cards. It leads to feelings.
"Cover me," she said, tilting the turkey so the butt end was more accessible. "I'm going back in." "Yeah, I'm not sure I should be here for this conversation," Scott said. Melissa just wanted their first Thanksgiving together to go perfectly. As if.
Weird and comfortable aren't mutually exclusive; Steve Rogers is going to do exactly what he wants this Christmas.
"When Tony Stark was seventeen years old, he built his first AI. On that day, he ceased to be his father's creation, and became a creating force in his own right. That one act likely saved his life, and not always in the most obvious ways."
Team Girls shall be victorious! Or, Rukia and Orihime decide to make Ichigo shared property.
Tim, apparently, really likes peppermint. Much to the detriment of others around him when he gets his hands on some.
Nothing good has ever come from Steph and Dick plotting together. Nothing.
Tim sleeps in the attic every Christmas Eve. It doesn't really mean much, it's just habit by now.
The further adventures of Sidney Crosby, Professional Troll, as told by Beau Bennett. A sequel of sorts to Drop it Low, but it also stands alone.
It's the one holiday they actually mark with any kind of consistency
“I need you to show me how to put on make-up,” he goes, all at once, and she blinks at the seahorse patterned shower curtain. There’s no way she heard that right. She finishes buttoning up her shirt and steps out of the shower carefully, wet feet sliding a little on the tile. “Make-up,” she repeats, looking at him as she winds an elastic band around her hair. “Yeah,” he murmurs, embarrassment burning in his eyes. “She uh, wants me to go as Belle.”
The Iron Bull enjoys the multicultural celebration during Satinalia at Skyhold. Dorian enjoys the morning after just as much, if not more.
On the longest night of the year, Cassandra goes to the chapel to pray.
John, Sherlock, and Mary are married. No one knows. Except Molly. Who's helping Mary with a murder. While Sherlock proposes to Janine. Who's working for the guy who's blackmailing Mary and who Mary's planning to kill. Which neither John nor Sherlock know. What could go wrong?!
Care and fucking of your lispy bipolar nerd.
"You know." Dick says, when he opens his eyes, "Santa normally eats the cookies."
“Just to be clear,” Andrew says. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to spite your high school bully and your high school girlfriend and possibly the entire state of Ohio?” Steven giggles. “Spite’s such a harsh word. Shock and impress, maybe.” “For a man of faith you’re being awfully morally flexible about this,” Andrew says.
Your conversation with your mom is less informative than your conversation with your sister. You text: > Hey so are you kicking me out of the house for Thanksgiving or what She responds: > Dont put it like that > But yes > Hv fun w/the gberts! Followed by a series of emoji: a turkey, a pie, a kiss, and a firework.
in which I repost fics of various length that I posted on tumblr based on a specific modern 'verse that was discussed with one or more anons on my tumblr a while ago. Premise: Jon is still R+L but went to live with the Starks around five-ish after both his parents pretty much realized they bit off more than they could chew. Features extra Jon Connington being the responsible adult, Robb being a gift, the Tullys being fairly great people and so on. Specific ficlets: 1) jon connington comes clean with rhaegar about his feelings in a way he hadn't predicted; 2) jon c. finds out that rhaegar named his kid after him; 3) robb is *extremely* invested in making sure jon's first birthday party turns out great (ned/cat, robb & jon); 4) robb takes his brotherly duties with jon very seriously, good for everyone involved; 5) jon's first christmas with the starks *and* tullys; 6) how jon c. and brynden tully get together in this 'verse and realize they're actually perfect for each other; 7) jon (snow) and ygritte have their first child... who looks like rhaegar, GENETICS!.
The entire building is decked out for Christmas. Sparkling lights, the rich, glowing reds and greens of masses and masses of poinsettia flowers. It’s not hard to realize what’s going on. It feels like every titled, unmarried man between the ages of 20 and 40 who likes other men is here. Unbelievable. They’re marrying the King off with a fucking Cinderella-style ball.
Eight (short) Hanukkah fics featuring the Bats
“I got you something. An early Life Day present of my own.”
It’s been a long time since Gojou Satoru last celebrated his birthday. Or, Gojou gets surprised by his cute students and has a revelation. Resting his arm on the table, Satoru props his chin up, watching the kids bickering between themselves. They’re filled with such innocence, despite being sorcerers, and maybe Ijichi is right— Satoru should let them enjoy their youth where they can. He’d never had that himself, as the target of assassins from the moment of his birth. “Oh, almost forgot!” Nobara says, grabbing a paper bag from the worktop and dropping it in front of Satoru. “We also got you this.” Satoru raises his eyebrow and grins. “You got me a paper bag? How wonderful!”
