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andy-clutterbuck · 2 months
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Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live 1x02 - Gone
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secretmellowblog · 4 months
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It’s time to spread holiday hatred:
Type 1: I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, the Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas song
Type 2: The Christmas Shoes
Type 3: all the bad religious songs, especially the terrible hymns that are just demanding you worship Jesus again and again, alas!
Type 4: Santa Buddy, and other more forgettable covers
Type 5: “As Long as There’s Christmas” from Beauty and the Beast: Belle’s Enchanted Christmas, the many bland songs from many bland low-budget musical adaptations of A Christmas Carol, etc etc
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thecupsmith · 2 months
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skeletorg · 9 months
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a christmas study of that time charlie met santa <3
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tapeworrmart · 3 months
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A bullet in his head, finally 💥
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vadlings · 4 months
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recent sketches hiiii
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a merry Between Week to everyone! rest well!
extra layers:
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fictionadventurer · 5 months
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Unexpectedly brilliant choice for The Santa Clause movie to have (most of) its elves played by children. Usually, eternally young elves are, like, 20 to 30 years old. But this eternal youth is eternal childhood. These elves maintain the childlike faith and wonder of "the spirit of Christmas" that makes the North Pole such a magical place. Children know this place exists without seeing it, so of course the elves that run it are eternal children!
But that's also why Santa Claus has to be an adult! Children receive the wonders of Christmas, but giving and charity are adult actions. Santa Claus has to be childlike enough in spirit to maintain wonder and faith, but adult enough to provide for all the children of the world. The nonsensical worldbuilding might have a thematic point to make!
Whether it was intentional or unintentional, it's kind of a brilliant expression of the movie's themes of childhood vs. maturity, and I can't believe I've only just now considered it.
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2econd2ight2ydney · 3 months
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I had a dream that me and my nephew saw a mall Santa and the elf was like “go sit on Santa’s lap!!”. and. I mean. This would not be a problem if this mall Santa wasn’t very obviously Will Wood. Santa is a man who’s had children sitting on his lap for thousands of years no problem. Will Wood is just a guy. I also knew that this was DREAM Will Wood and that was different. Dream Will Wood has also sprayed me with hoses and pushed me off of cliffs. My point is that my boundaries are different between the jolly old man loved by all and a guy I’ve never actually met.
I was too nervous to sit on Santa Wood’s lap so I just kept stalling. I pretended that the camera app kept crashing or something. My nephew pulled me aside and was like “what are you doing Santa’s waiting” and I was like “what kind of Santa wears those gay ass earrings that’s fucking will wood” and he didn’t believe me lol
When we turned back around, Santa Wood was dead. I was like woah what happened and the gods above said “you bore him to death”
Suddenly Santa Wood’s spirit is right next to me and he asks what toy I want. I blabber on about the kids cuisine furby which was probably annoying but he still listened to me.
“Merry Christmas, bitch” he whispered in my ear, before strangling me to death.
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oneday-yourside · 4 months
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Kim and Harry up to some very work appropriate business in a closet at the office....
So yeah, this is my @palestaticexchange entry for @captainfiri !!! Hope you like it :D
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ducktracy · 7 months
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Rewatched Book Revue and can feel the fanaticism I once (and still do!) held for it dripping back into my bloodstream as I find myself mindlessly redrawing poses from the model sheet in MS Paint
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punsmaster69 · 12 days
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12/APR/20XX
i think that was my goal.
remember? the one i was mentionin' about twenty nine pages ago? i'd said something like...
"and when i achieve it?"
"...guess i'll finally close this book for good."
so, i'll count that to be my goal.
therapist agrees, so you can't get on me about that.
sharing inner thoughts was never something i'm great at. so much so that you might've forgotten that's what this was for.
can you believe that? s'posed to be a thought journal. daily mental-state evaluation.
ended up talking about my friends instead.
wasn't for me, i suppose.
...after some amount of pages, huh? geez.
[This calls attention to the fact that the book is much thicker than it was when it started. Seems instead of switching to another one, his journal just... gained pages.]
point is.
seems to me like a good place to stop things at.
i'll give you a final update, and we'll call it. alright?
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breaking the news went as smoothly as if we'd entered the room and broke a vase on the floor instead. (undyne about did just that.)
the second calamity was when mettaton and my bro show up kinda late
holding hands.
turns out my bro is much more decisive than i am.
apparently it was mettaton first, then paps who decided after a few serious dates.
congrats to 'em.
been deflecting questions best i can all day from the announcements, so i was thankful my bro showing up like that took enough of the heat off me n' tori.
i...
can't stop smiling.
well- alright, that's a given.
but i mean this doofy grin i haven't kept up this long in ages.
i'm not even trying for this one.
all this talk about relationships, i think undyne's gotten excited. talking about marriage and all that. alphys has gone beet red.
grillby and the bar gave me a hell of a lot of pats on the back. i'd be bruised if i weren't bones.
if it wasn't that which would've bruised me, it definitely would have been the punch flowey gave me. the comment that earned me it?
"so..."
"this makes me your dad, right?"
he didn't take it well.
despite the petal-haver's apparent hatred... i think he's secretly glad that toriel's happy.
my bro sure took the news well.
granted, since he already thought me and her were dating, he just was happy for the public announcement.
"WAIT."
"DOES THIS MAKE ME AN UNCLE?!?"
"Are we gonna get another sibling??"
"WAIT, are we gonna get a SKELE-sibling?!?"
"whoa, slow down-"
"Frisk, NO??"
"Do not encourage this BONEHEAD to-"
"I think that is quite enough."
tori puts her foot down on that conversation.
living situations shouldn't change much for now, but maybe we'll figure out something else in the future. (staying with my bro. don't panic.)
concerns about my health have slowed down, as i've gotten more used to daily magic usage. noticed way less bad days recently, right? papyrus still insists on teaching me to use attacks better, so i've got that to look forward to. there might still be ups n' downs health-wise, but i'm confident in getting through 'em now.
paps is noticeably still somewhat anxious about it, fidgeting whenever everything is brought up. which is fair, but. still.
i'll get him a therapist like i've been seeing. an in-person one'll work better for him, i think.
not sure what else'll change, really. everything feels mostly the same.
other than (gasp) public handholding. (scandalous.) every time we're beside one another, tori's finding some form of physical contact.
that's different.
...in a good way.
right now, it looks like the aftermath of a wild party. friends knocked out in random spots; dangling half-off the couch or sprawled across the floor. i think frisk and i are the only ones still awake, since they wanted to put blankets on everyone.
"(Psst. Is one blanket enough?)"
they raise a large blanket in gesture with a questioning look.
i speak extra softly so i don't disturb toriel laying at my side, with her head on my shoulder and an arm across my torso; hand met with mine.
"(yep.)"
"(Kk.)"
frisk lays a blanket over me and tori. they stare contemplatively before speaking.
"....."
"Goodnight, Dad."
"...'night, kid."
welp.
guess that's it, huh?
....
i'm happy.
caring is nice.
———★
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃
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luonnonvalinnat · 4 months
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sherbetlemonss · 4 months
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Um Scranta 🤯🤯
Heres the seasonal ship and also Scrooge from that episode bc that outfit is cute🫶🫶🫶
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nightynite · 11 months
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sometimes youre a dude and you meet another dude but hes kinda exactly your type but you gotta act like you dont like him. until youre sure hes like awesome or not
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yeoldenews · 1 year
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This is my 12th year posting Dear Santa letters on tumblr.
Over the last decade+ I have read more letters than I could ever count. This year alone I probably spent 50+ hours and read well over a thousand letters just to find the 50 or so I’m posting.
Publishing letters to Santa in the newspaper first became popular in the mid-1890s.
In large cities Dear Santa letters often acted as a method of getting needed clothing and supplies to impoverished children when parents might be ashamed to ask for charity. Subscribers to the newspaper could chose a child’s letter and provide the items they asked for. The most common requests were shoes and coats.
Sometimes newspapers offered prizes for the best letter (which I suspect often acted as another clandestine form of charity as the winners were often letters asking for basic clothing and school supplies.) Though these prizes could range from the ordinary (a sled or a doll) to the extravagant (a $20 gold piece or a live pony.)
Many local stores would enter children in a drawing if they mentioned the store in their letter - which on occasion would result in children hilariously name-dropping every store in town just in case.
Writing Dear Santa letters was commonly an activity done at school, often following some rough form letter. These letters are fairly easy to spot due as they often hype up what a good student the child was and include effusive praise for their teacher (who would likely see the letter before it was sent.)
Through Dear Santa letters you can see how Christmas traditions vary and evolve from place to place. Some places the presents go under the tree, others on it. Some place Santa brings the tree himself and sets it up.
Stockings were hung over the fireplace, or on the doorknob, or at the end of the bed, or by the kitchen stove.
In the Deep South fireworks are were the stocking-stuffer of choice, while fresh fruit, nuts and candy were popular everywhere.
The traditional milk & cookies left for Santa didn’t become popular until the 1930s, though that was hardly the beginning of leaving Santa something to eat. Popular choices prior to the 1930s included cake, donuts, “lunch” (it’s always lunch for some reason, never dinner), and “just help yourself to whatever’s in the kitchen.”
Dear Santa letters offer a rare chance to see history unfold through the eyes of children - often in their own creatively spelled words.
1914′s “Remember the children in Belgium” becomes 1918′s “Please visit my brother in France”.
During the Great Depression the very commonly seen phrase “I know you’re poor this year too Santa” gives a glimpse into parents attempts to explain to their children why they might not be getting as much this year.
1939′s “Be careful flying over Europe” becomes 1945′s “Since the war is over you’re making bb-guns again right?”
Requests for toy flying machines become aeroplanes become fighter jets become space shuttles.
Dolls and wagons become Shirley Temple merchandise and Erector Sets become Barbies and Star Wars action figures.
But despite all these changes one thing remains clear throughout 130+ years of letters to Santa - despite the rapidly changing world around them - children have always been children.
I hope you enjoy these letters as much as I do! (All twelve years of posts are tagged “Dear Santa” if you’d like to see more than just this year’s selection.)
Hapy Holadays and Marry Crimes
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