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harmonizingsunsets · 5 months
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Running Gags in Hatchetfield Musicals pt 10 | Fake Musicals within a Musical
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thejohnnieguilbert · 3 months
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Santa smelled like cigarettes
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justsweethoney · 1 year
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giddlygoat · 7 months
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i literally had to stop in the middle of S3:E19 to make this. special thanks to @leo-undrgrnd for coming up with louie’s joke LAWL
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kaijukebox · 3 months
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Elated to have gotten @doddsmountain for my DE secret santa! 🫶
I love Dodd’s lil adoptive-family AU, so I figured I’d give them all a snow day! :)
Big thanks to @divineprovidence20 for putting this together on Twitter. It was a blast!
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tedlovesmusicals · 5 months
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I love how starkid will put a second smaller musical inside their big musical any chance they get
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toomanywatchers · 4 months
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tapeworrmart · 2 months
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A bullet in his head, finally 💥
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yeoldenews · 4 months
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It’s Dear Santa time again!
Every year since 2010, I have spent the month of December posting children's Dear Santa letters.
Publishing letters to Santa in the newspaper first became widely popular in the late-1890s, though scattered newspapers did so as early as the mid-1880s. I believe this sudden explosion in popularity was at least partially the result of the famed "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause" editorial which was published in The New York Sun in September of 1897.
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 choose 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.)
Often 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 also commonly an activity done at school, often following some rough form letter. These letters are fairly easy to spot 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.)
So why have I spent hundreds of hours of my life over the last decade reading tens of thousands of these letters?
Children's voices are largely absent from the historical record.
Dear Santa letters offer an extremely rare opportunity to see history unfold through children's eyes - in their own (often 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 common 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 become Erector Sets become Barbies and Star Wars action figures.
But through 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 decade+ 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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glenbot · 3 months
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It won't be enough. You can always ignore your conscience.
Happy holidays @actingwithportals! I was your pinch-hitter for @portal-secret-santa, and one of your prompts was Doug's first night alone in Aperture after GLaDOS's takeover. So I gave it my best shot!
Hope you like it, and hope you have a great year!
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samirafee · 3 months
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#TOMMY😻❤️MERRY CHRISTMAS❤️
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inertia-succumbed · 3 months
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Letters to Santa 🎅🏻.
Dew: Dear Santa, I have been very naughty this year…
Dew: And I’d do it all again, you judgemental bastard.
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kollyart · 3 months
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Merry Christmas :3
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justsweethoney · 1 year
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thegothicalice · 1 year
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“Be one of us, Michael” 🦇 Woo this was a wild one! Figure with blood bottle and repainted base from eBay; Santa Carla billboard and lots of details painted & built by me (see IG highlight for process pics). Might be one of my most fun figure scenes.
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psychocoffeeaddict · 4 months
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Dear Satan… Christmas is coming and I couldn’t resist. I’ve been thinking about how Satan would handle a mix up like this for a while…
Satan read the letter, then read it again. “Hey, are kids allowed to make pacts with demons?” He waved the letter towards Mammon and Levi who were playing Devilcraft in the family room. Mammon snorted out a laugh, “No! what the hell gave you that idea?”
Satan looked at the letter again. “Its just this 8 year old sent me a letter telling me about themselves and asked for a kitten and a job for her dad. Why would they do that if they didn’t want to make a pact?”
“What the hell?” Mammon suddenly got up, causing Levi to jolt and lose his concentration. “Hey!”
Mammon ignored him and snatched the letter from Satan’s hand. “Dear Satan, I was a good girl this year…” he looked at Satan. “Ain’t ya ever seen a letter to Santa before? She obviously spelt the name wrong and it came to you!” Mammon laughed. “Holy shit, you got a letter meant for Santa!” He held his sides and laughed. Levi started laughing too.
Satan frowned and snatched the letter back. “No, I’ve never heard of Santa, who the hell is he?”
Levi laughed and then stopped when he saw Satan’s face. He coughed. “He’s a folklore character from the human world, he brings presents on Dec 24th to kids around the world who believe in him. Or so they’re told. More like its a way to get kids to conform to societal norms… the concept has been around for centuries!” He clicked away on his laptop and brought up a website. “Here see, this is the history of Santa and Christmas. Traditionally he’s shown as a dude in a red and white outfit who rides a sled drawn by reindeer. A lot of traditional stuff has been mixed in over the centuries from different cultures.”
Satan read the article and inspected the pictures closely. “hmmm” he said and then got up and wandered off, carrying the letter with him muttering under his breath, “hmm Cindy… 8yrs old..”
Mammon and Levi watched him go, looked at each other and shrugged. Mammon sat back down and grabbed his controller. “Where were we?”
In his room Satan pulled some books off his shelves, and started reading.
Several days later Satan asked permission to visit the human world for research purposes. The silly child had put their address on the letter they’d sent so he knew the exact city he had to visit. He was a little shocked when he arrived and had to review his notes twice. The house was in good shape, but worn out as were the homes around it. This was definitely not an affluent area of the city.
He settled in to study the family and their habits. Just because someone wants a pet, didn’t mean they were capable or trustworthy to raise one!
Back at the house of Lamentation Satan was reviewing his notes and calculating numbers. When Mammon walked by he called out to him. “How do you choose who you help?” Mammon stopped and stared at him. “Wwhat? What ya talking about?!” Mammon shifted his stance slightly, obviously nervous.
“Well you go to the human world often, and you help families out. How do you decide who’ll you help? I thought it was a simple question even your simple brain could understand?” Mammon flushed and clenched his fists. “How’d ya know about that!?” Satan sighed, “really Mammon? was it a secret? I talked to a few witches who even directed me to the families you’ve helped.” He tilted his head at his brother. “Or is it that you want to pretend you only ever go to the human world to gamble and make trouble?”
Mammon’s face grew hotter and he swallowed nervously. “ I just, I. I j-just d-don’t want certain demons getting the idea I”m soft! Tha’s all!” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Aaah d-damn. Since you found out. I usually help tha’ ones tha’ are picking pockets, or begging outside them liquor stores. Can’t stand seeing a kid doin’ tha’. I often help them feed their families and find opportunities for them and any older siblings or if their parents are trying.. I help them find jobs.” Mammon twisted the feather on his jacket and stole a peek at Satan. To his surprise Satan was making notes and seemed to be genuinely listening. A few more questions later, Satan sat in his room reviewing his plan.
December 6th…
“Honey, honey! I got it!” Cindy watched her dad wave his phone over his head. She hadn’t seen him smile like that for months. Her heart started to beat faster, did he get the job he wanted? Her mom walked over and finally managed to grab the phone from her husband’s hand. Her eyes widened and she stared at him. Tears started to form in her eyes as she covered her mouth. He grabbed her and pulled her close. “I got it, they want me to come in on Monday for an orientation. I can’t believe it..” Her dad broke down and Cindy watched her parents crying and holding each other their words jumbling over each other. Her dad turned to her and held his arms out. “Sweetie, daddy got the job! Your letter to Santa must have worked!” Her heart soared! It worked? Santa listened to her wish? Maybe, just maybe he’d grant her other wish too!
December 13th…
Cindy watched the morning news closely. Normally she wasn’t interested, but today they had people from the animal rescue place on and they were talking about a prize draw. Proceeds went to help the animals, and the grand prize winner could get vet care and pet food for a year. She wrote down the information carefully in her note book. Mommy had some stamps left over so she could mail in her entry.
The door bell startled her and she watched her mom get up to answer the door. She peeked around the hall and watched as her mom talked to a tall man with blonde hair. He was from the pet rescue! She cautiously walked closer to hear and over heard him say he was gathering entries for the draw she’d just heard about. She took her mom’s hand and silently pleaded with her. Her mom sighed and told the man she only had a few dollars. His smile was gentle as he winked at Cindy. “That is okay ma’am. I think a smile from your little Angel would be a bigger donation than any amount of money.” Cindy giggled at the silly adult, her? an Angel?!, and smiled shyly. He clutched his chest dramatically and made her mom laugh. As he wished them a good day, he handed Cindy a piece of paper. It wasn’t until he left that she looked at it better and realized it was a ticket stub. She carefully tucked it away in her diary after she recorded everything that had happened.
December 25th- midnight.
A flash of light startled Cindy awake. She froze thinking it was a thunderstorm but everything was quiet. She got up and looked out the window. There was a light snow falling and her snowman’s hat already had a dusting of snow on it. The Christmas lights her daddy had put up we’re still on casting multiple colours over the bushes and walkway. Her parents had told her they couldn’t decorate this year, but after daddy got his new job he’d come home and dug the decorations out of the attic and all three of them had spent a day laughing and decorating the house with everything they could find. Mommy had surprised her with a new pad of paper and crayons so Cindy had created all sorts of pictures and cut out links to make paper chains for the tree and windows. Cause daddy had brought home a tree! A real tree! Mommy had made popcorn and they’d both told stories about their Christmas’ when they’d been kids and showed her how to string the popcorn.
As Cindy admired the lights she heard a creak. That was the living room. The floor by the fireplace always creaked when adults walked by it. Was it Santa?! She looked outside but couldn’t see a sled..but her friends said he always parked on the roof and she couldn’t see that from her window.
She bit her lip…did she dare going down to look? She grabbed her housecoat and ran to the door. She listened and heard the floor creak again.
After creeping down the stairs, Cindy peeked around the entrance to the living room. There was someone there! “Hey, hey don’t do that.” A soft male voice came from by the tree. She heard a small mew and a man stood up. “Just be patient. It won’t be a long wait, why don’t you sleep?” Cindy gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. The tall blonde man who’d been to their house selling tickets turned with a surprised look on his face. He frowned slightly. “You aren’t supposed to be awake. Isn’t that part of the contract?” Cindy stared at him confused..contract? Oh! You weren’t supposed to spy on Santa! Her face contorted in horror. “I-I’m sorry!” He waved his hands to shush her sudden outburst. “Shhh you’ll wake your parents.” He walked over and crouched in front of her. His sudden smile made her blush and duck her head. “Looks like I found the perfect match as Lucy isn’t sleeping either.” Cindy looked at him him puzzlement. She tilted her head. “Who’s Lucy?” The man stood and held out his hand. He was wearing a red suit, similar to what her daddy wore for work, but all red. He had a green scarf around his neck and green gloves. She took his hand and he led her to the tree. A small basket with a giant green bow was under the tree. Inside was a small kitten. It’s body was mainly white, but one ear was orange and the other was brown and Cindy could just see a tiny black tail pointing straight up. The kitten mewed when it saw her and started to climb out of the basket. The man chuckled and picked it up. “Lucy, meet Cindy.” He handed the kitten to her and spoke again. “Cindy this is Lucy. Please take care of her.” Cindy held the kitten as they stared at each other and the man’s words sunk in. “She’s mine? Really? She can stay?” He chuckled and stroked the kitten’s head making it purr. “Yes, didn’t you ask for one for Christmas?” He stood and straightened his jacket. “Take care of each other.” And he disappeared. Cindy fell on her bum and looked around. Where’d he go? She gasped, holding Lucy against her chest. Santa! She’d just met Santa! She’d not recognized him since he’d been younger and didn’t have a beard! Lucy patted her face with a paw and Cindy forgot her questions and became absorbed with the kitten. Eventually the excitement caught up to them both and they fell asleep on the sofa curled against each other.
December 25th - 9:00am
Cindy’s dad swore quietly as the phone jolted him awake. “Yes? Hello? Who?…We won what? But we don’t have a cat? Hold on, one moment. Honey? Did we get a cat?”
His wife sat up and looked at him. “A cat? No we don’t..” She was interrupted by Cindy’s sudden entrance and scream “Mommy! Daddy! Look what Santa brought me!!” Her parents stared in stunned amazement at the tiny kitten in their daughter’s hands. Cindy’s dad muttered into the phone. “Ah, I guess we do have a cat and thank you. It looks like winning that prize is going to come in very handy.”
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