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rosalie-starfall · 5 months
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Jean-Luc Picard
Star Trek: Generations
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greghatecrimes · 6 months
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is it too early to send out my christmas cards
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savage-rhi · 6 months
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With Thanksgiving here and Christmas around the corner, you may feel triggered by a LOT of things. Remember, it's okay to take care of and put yourself first. You don't owe anyone anything, not even in the name of "tradition."
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melis-ash · 5 months
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Jessica Parker Kennedy in Under the Christmas Sky (2023)
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marzipanandminutiae · 5 months
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i think it’s less that ppl are legit expecting a white christmas in boston every year and more that the probability for one used to be 20 to 30% and it’s now been almost 15 years without one and probability has dropped to 10% and will continue to drop. for someplace like worcester in massachusetts it’s even worse — probability was 67% ish for the boomers and now it’s a little over 30%. only 27 white christmases in boston since 1892 sounds small but when u consider most bostonians had 3 white christmases by their mid-teens on top of all the christmases where there was snow even if it wasn’t one inch and now there are teenagers who haven’t seen even one white christmas… it makes sense why ppl freak out every year it still hasn’t happened.
And that absolutely makes sense, yeah! I have immense climate anxiety too, like I said!
What I was responding to was more the people saying "it's 60 and raining in Boston and it feels like the apocalypse" or "this isn't how it's supposed to be ever; this never used to happen."
I don't know if you saw my longer post, but I went and looked at Boston weather records going back to 1893. Most Decembers from 1893-1903 had multiple days in the upper 50s, with many years getting into the 60s at least once. I didn't track every single year from 1893 to the present, but it seems reasonable to assume that that 10-year period wasn't just a weird fluke. December 1895 actually had more days in the 60s (5) than December 2022 (1).
That's not the full story, of course- December 1895 also had a couple of days in the 20s before that upswing, some with small amounts of snow. You also have things like overnight lows going haywire, and other reminders that climate change is real and it is happening now. I would never, ever attempt to deny that. It's the single biggest problem facing humanity at the moment.
However. There are multiple things to hold in our minds at the same time when thinking about its day-to-day effect on our lives, and one of them is "the effects are seldom as simple as It's Warmer Every Day Now Than It Ever Has Been, And That Will Continue Unilaterally For The Rest Of Our Lives." I'm not trying to deny or negate anything. I'm just trying to make people feel a little less despondent.
(I also just discovered that the metric for a white Christmas here in Boson states that it has to fall before 7 AM, which seems arbitrary and weird. We actually had a white Christmas here in 2017- we got 2.9" of snow -it just fell later in the day. So...it doesn't count for some reason? That's really strange to me. Anyway, the article where I learned this estimates our average yearly "one inch of snow on the ground at 7 AM on Christmas morning" chances nowadays at 19% as of three days ago.)
(I also think this demonstrates what I'm calling Reverse Environmental Amnesia- where, rather than thinking that the effects of climate change have always been normal, you tend to remember past weather in a way that fits the absolute direst interpretation of circumstances. Anyone who was in Boston on Christmas 2017 SHOULD remember the snowstorm...but I've seen multiple locals who don't travel for the holidays agreeing that we've had no Christmas snow at all since 2009.)
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inktheblot · 5 months
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The rotation of Christmas music that plays in the store I work at includes the following:
Any version of “Last Christmas” you could think of and then some, EXCEPT Wham’s
Various people trying to come up with weird new verses to “Jingle Bells”
Joey Ramone’s cover of “What a Wonderful World”
This one cover of “Do You Want To Build a Snowman” that’s sung in like. That specific really breathy way that pop singers do Christmas songs sometimes y’know?
The song from the Victorious Christmas episode
Three songs from the Phineas and Ferb Christmas special
“I Have a Dream” by ABBA except not the ABBA version
- DO YOU REMEMBER THE 25TH NIGHT OF DECEMBER
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spiteless-xo · 6 months
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i've spent the past couple days outlining a couple different long-fic ideas so i have something to build off on when i go on christmas holidays and the reiner/reader fic i have plotted feels like a hallmark movie 💀💀
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raiy-yn · 6 months
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Sorry guys but miku madness has taken over my brain
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sole-production-ut · 5 months
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Well, in our country we don't celebrate this Christmas, but anyway
Happy Christmas!
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harmandmac · 2 months
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Since there’s someone out there ruining the joy of the fandom, I won’t tease anything else. Sorry guys
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Honestly I really do not care about women saying that they hate kids and refusing to be around them or take care of them. I don't care if they call parents breeders. I don't care if they talk about pregnancy ruining the body and how they would rather die. Men have forced women into motherhood and childcare for thousands and thousands and thousands of years and ppl still try to force this shit down little girls throats. You guys can get over the first generation of women openly not liking kids. "It's ok to not want kids, but you can't hate them and have to be nice and-" nah piss off why don't you try to tell men to be nice to kids instead of molesting them for a change 🤨
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iwozlegit · 1 year
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@wolfkid22 asked : ✒️ + Optimus
Again, oh my god! This literally is invisible on my mobile version! So sorry for the wait!
Have a reallyyyyyy long festive one to make up for it ;)
Send ∞ + a character for a random headcanon I have about that character!
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|| 🍍 • Optimus Prime loves anonymous gifting. Perhaps a result of his stoic Prime programming, Optimus is bent on maintaining a relatively neutral emotional level with anyone and everyone. He holds a revered holy symbol within his chest and, as such, he seeks to maintain a level of distance from his team to upkeep his 'God-given-duty.
Upon their arrival to Earth, and the team's introduction to Earthen cultures and traditions, the budding former archivist within the Last of the Primes became entranced by Christmas. The children had spoken of it fondly, and had explained the intricate details that made the festivity so magical. Naturally, Optimus had depicted himself to be listening sparingly as he diligently tapped away at reports on the main console of the base - his poker-face was one of the small benefits being a Prime in an aging conflict had blessed him with. But he'd heard everything. Every one of the three's family Christmas traditions, every lyric of the garish festive songs they'd sang, every small inkling on what the mysterious Santa Claus was bringing them for Christmas - something Ratchet could not understand no matter how hard he tried.
Optimus heard everything.
And then he got to work.
The three children were perhaps the easiest to gift for, if only because they'd done a lot of oversharing - deliberately tactical or not.
Raf's fascination for snow had intrigued Optimus, but he found himself unable to disagree with the youngest boy's love for it. A brief conversation with June, and a little delivery help via the world wide web, had drawn him at the conclusion of a snow globe.
Miko's choice of gift would have been perhaps as screamingly obvious as her odd choice in favouring "obscure Bulgarian shriek metal" over anything else. But Optimus had long been able to sense the young girl's uneasy adjustment to new life in a foreign land without her saying a word. Like his Autobots, and even selfishly himself, Miko missed her home, regardless of her complicated emotions evidently surrounding the topic that Bulkhead had yet to untangle himself. Optimus recalled her showing their other young friends a supposedly endearing video of her pet felines lost in a never-ending game of chase against a peculiar red dot. Optimus opted to locate the best soft-toy effigies of "Chi chi" and "Ding-dong" that he could find.
Jack's gift was the hardest of the three, and Optimus spent a lengthy amount of time pondering the correct choice. He recalled how Rafael had spent a great amount of time listing name after name of family members that joined the Esquivel residence on December 25th, and how Miko had been overjoyed to "show Bulkhead off" to her parents in Tokyo when Christmas Day rolled around (unfortunately this was naturally squandered thanks to some very tactical patrol rota changes that conveniently clashed with festive timings), but Jack's Christmas sounded very different. With June Darby opting to take more frequent shifts with Jack a little older, Christmas at the Darby household was rarely set in stone - the family aspect, and Jack's joy of Christmas, diminishing when June had announced her festive availability to Agent Fowler casually when he'd endeavoured to make conversation. Family appeared to a crucial element to the festive season, and although Jack played off his mother's pending absence, Optimus knew the revelation had upset the boy, if his silence for the remainder of the evening was anything to go by. Bizarrely, Optimus sought Miko's aid for Jack's present - strategically when the base was relatively vacant except for himself at the monitors, and Bulkhead and Miko watching something on the TV in the main room. He'd queried after an image she'd taken of Jack and himself during a reconnaissance mission with Bulkhead and Arcee for "the necessity of his reports for the Government and Agent Fowler," and she'd sent it him rather swiftly with a huff and a grumble for "disrupting the zombie freak-show." Jack's gift was a framed copy of that image, with Optimus and Jack mirroring each other in their stances looking out across a grassy plain, and the frame reading the words "Family comes in all shapes and sizes.”
Then came the task of his Autobots.
Bumblebee was by far the easiest of them to gift for. He'd taken a liking to most of what human younglings, equivalent to his age, had enjoyed, particularly comic books. Raf could only bring so many in his rucksack alongside his schoolwork when Bumblebee collected him from school. Optimus frequently felt uncomfortable emotions beneath his stoic poker-face when sending youth such as Bumblebee out to fight, despite his evident prowess in the field. And nor was Optimus a stranger to catching his young scout seeking comfort from Ratchet and his remedies when nightmares plagued his recharge. A datapad with a selection of comic book titles Optimus had memorised was Bumblebee's gift.
Bulkhead was a simple mech of few brainy words with a spark of gold and a boundless strength. Yet, Optimus wished the former Wrecker could see how essential he was to the make-up that was Team: Prime. The human phrase from what he presumed to be Bulkhead's favourite Earthen film, if his persistent quote making was anything to go by, of "you are what you chose to be,”provided Optimus with his gift idea. Optimus gifted Bulkhead a selection of bumper stickers, all with comforting words of affirmation.
Arcee came next on the difficulty scale. Her gift took some thorough pondering indeed. Arcee was a highly capable warrior and valuable asset to the Prime’s Earthen force against the Decepticon threat, but like Miko, Arcee suffered in silence. Silence was a painful commodity to the two-wheeler, the constant noise that was Cliffjumper violently ripped from her…and them all. Like Bumblebee, Arcee’s nightcycles were lengthy and bent on chasing recharge against the stillness. She required…noise, but Optimus was unable to provide her a noise of what she longed for…of steady ventilations and amusing recharge chattering of a partner reunited with the Allspark. So, the Prime opted for a music box for his smallest Autobot to fill in the emptiness that haunted her.
And finally it was Ratchet’s turn - a mech who seldom left the sanctuary of the Jaspar missile silo. It proved to be a challenge indeed. Words alone could not express Optimus’s fondness for his oldest friend, a mech who had diligently remained at his side in moments of mirth and in despair. A gift for Ratchet needed to be the most heartfelt of all, despite each other gift holding it’s only thoughtful sentiment; it really needed to put that warm glow on his medical officer’s faceplates Optimus rarely saw but longed to see. So, the Prime studied his medical officer - offering his usual small snippets of conversation, aiding Ratchet’s medical stock taking, sharing his rations in the medic’s presence; all earning their own fair share of cantankerous grumblings. But Optimus was able to gain a perfect amount of insight into what Ratchet was most in need of. Their inheritance of the missile silo from the United States government had been appreciated by the majority - Ratchet had not remained one of them. He had complained about the primitive technology. He had complained about the dusty space. But most prominently he had complained about the lack of warmth - and he still did, albeit reduced to the subtle rattling of plating and the occasional chittering of denta. With a warmth of his own washing over him, Optimus sought the aid of Agent Fowler, who eyed him in awe when the Prime inquired which he thought was better for warmth: wool or polyester. Optimus’s gift to Ratchet, naturally, was a large cut-out of woollen fabric to aid his sensitivity to the cold, and to provide him warmth that Optimus wished he could offer him.
Christmas rolled around swiftly, and Optimus endeavoured to lay out his gifts as neatly as he could muster with his large size under the fake spruce tree the children had already decorated. When the night blended into the early hours of the morning, and perplexed faces gazed awestruck at the plentiful gifts lingering beneath the tree, Optimus Prime was long on the road, content that in the throes of war, he could bring hope and happiness to those who he loved the most; hopeful that in time, he could offer others the same warmth.
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myreygn · 5 months
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GUYS MY SISTER DREW ASKELADD FOR ME THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHRISTMAS PRESENT HE LOOKS SO GOOD
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hecksinki · 1 year
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I’m watching House for the first time and ur telling me Dr. Wilson and House aren’t in love? I’m only on episode five and these men are IN LOVE
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skeletuneplayer · 5 months
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it's Christmas you know what that means
time to be the queer cousin
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fakeasmr · 5 months
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I've said it before but movies are too damn long now like what business does this christmas musical movie have being over 2 hours long
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