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jessicanjpa · 4 months

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Hello! This is your Twilight secret santa! I was wondering what are some of your favorite Cullen relationships (romantic or familial)? Do you have any favorite headcanons about these relationships?

Hi Santa!

OK, here are some favorites that come to mind:

Carlisle and Edward. My absolute favorite. The way that Edward grows-and-yet-doesn't just makes for a delightfully angsty father/son dynamic in which they mean the world to each other and also drive each other up the wall. I'm especially thinking about how petulant Edward can be and how infuriating Carlisle's patience can be. The way they idealize each other!! The angst! Their silent arguments! The Great Soul Debate! The way they can drag each other out of a funk like no one else can! 💜

Alice and Jasper. Hands down my favorite couple to write for two reasons: their gifts are endlessly fun to play with and the ~magical element of destiny running through their story is just plain special. Neither of these two was even remotely complete without the other.

Rosalie and Edward. I just. I never get tired of their bickering. I have two teenagers and I'm just channeling Esme more than ever now because these two fight over the dumbest things and they can't even see how similar they are. And of course we all love when their bickering occasionally resolves with a sweet, awkward moment of bonding or grudging apology.

Emmett and Jasper. These two are just so, so good for each other. Their friendship is a much-needed haven of relaxation and fun and blown-off steam and easy understanding. Whether they're making stupid bets, smashing Esme's antiques with their reckless play-fighting, inventing cool vampire level games, or just listening, they're just so stinking cute.

Esme and Edward. So precious, so exasperating. She spoils him and he underestimates her. She's always fixing his hair and he's flicking it back out of place. She wants the whole world to see him play piano. He's always squirming under her well-meaning fretting. What's not to love.

#Oh just kidding here it was in my queue! Came to look for the Jasper post I accidentally deleted but found this instead #Twilight Secret Gift exchange #Inbox #Post-canon Edward is very happy to lay to rest one element of his and Esme's relationship--her fretting over his singleness

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magickedhat · 2 years

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hello okay so, from today on I am working as a camp counselor for the summer, meaning i have no access to my laptop and that my time online is now very limited. i still need some time to adjust to everything, but after that I'll see what I can do about writing here. for now im willing to give out my discord, so feel free to IM me for it.

that is all! i really hope I'll get to write this summer but aaa mostly i need to focus on making sure the kids have fun. and i hope everyone has a wonderful time over here too!! ❤️

#ooc. ◜♣ / ❛ 𝐧𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬. ❜◞#i'll queue this a couple of times!!#i know i've been super absent in general and my muse for wren or the relationships here is definitely not gone #as u can see life is simply hectic ahkdbkc #adjusting is hard but it's only the beginning that's the toughest <3 #today is just training so im not looking after any kids yet #might hop on later tonight too if im able!

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16-jarrah · 1 year

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every day i think about what they took from us (willow x luz)

#im sorry but i stand by the fact that toh should have pushed for w/illuz instead of l/umity #like i'm not gonna be too mad about ships involving teens in a cartoon for kids but let's be honest here #the only reason l.umity and winter/h.untlow were the ones they pursued was because of dana's refusal to let go of tropes she loves #willuz is so cute and owns my entire heart and soul #their friendship already is v important and means a lot to me but even that got shafted #anyway. i'm too tired to add more detail to this rant post so i'll leave it at that #op #edit: oh hey look what got posted from my queue

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wldrose · 1 year

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tag dump

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#Redoing the tag so it's under Beta #HERE WE GO #🌹I Respect You Maki San - Zenin Maki #🌹The Trimbo - Kugisaki || Fushiguro || Itadori #🌹The Idiot & his Kids (He really shouldn't have a license to look after these kids) - Gojo Sensei || Kugisaki || Fushiguro || Itadori #🌹I Got Your Back - Itadori Yuuji #tag dump #🌹The Second Years - Inumaki || Panda || Zenin || Okkotsu #I'm sure I'll be adding more but for now this is it #🌹I Love The Meme That's Strong - Memeday Friday #🌹After all it means being true to myself - Kugisaki Nobara #🌹Cheer Up Guys At Least I'm Here - Queue #🌹That Bitch Mai- Zenin Mai #🌹Are you listening - OOC #🌹Let's go karaoking - music #🌹Come out and play~ - Headcanon #🌹 But You Can At Least Depend On Us - Fushiguro Megumi #🌹Goddamn Four Eyed Bastard - Ryomen Sukuna #🌹Don't Work Overtime - Nanamin #🌹 He's The Strongest - Gojo Sensei

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nopethatsnotembarrassing · 2 years

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Okay so I watched the Super Board MV within like 10 minutes of it coming out cause as soon as I saw it I got so excited lmao

But as you may know I am still only just making my way through the album and hadn't gotten to super board yet so not only did I have the whole video to experience but the whole song!!

I loved the video cause it did just feel like a longer version of the trailer! Which I wanted more of so thats fantastic

I love the song especially Chans "na na na na na na" in the checkered rock room. It just gave such like 90s grunge/rock feel I literally was bouncing I was so excited

Also I'm quite proud on how accurately I drew their outfits just based off the trailer!! Like there is only of handful of things I'm gonna go back and fix and most of those are just because I'm a perfection artist who doesn't take "good enough" as reason to not go back.

#my post #stray kids #maxident #literally like the things im gonna go and fix are: Chans rockstar shirt is more symmetrical than i made it so im gonna re do it.#Changbin's rockstar outfit has the wrong necklace cause i couldnt see the details of it other than ''its silver''#Changbin's homebase outfit i had hik in just a headband not goggles on his forhead #the writing on Jeongin's homebase outfit front wasnt arched in my drawing #thats all ive messed up thay i can notice at least so far #still can't really tell what fucking color Changbin's skate board with his face on it is but its fine #you could tell hos is the red wheeled blue looking board #man im so tired i havnt slept yet and its like 8:30am here i just love this so much tho #skipping queue

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philcoulsonismyhero · 1 year

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Wrist hurts, can't sleep, stressed out, so I actually braved the Ironwood tag and found some cute art. We interrupt your regularly scheduled (well, queued) karate nonsense content for some of that nonsense instead

#it's just been wall to wall karate kid and cobra kai posting around here lately huh?#i scrolled my own blog earlier and there's even less variation than usual #it's mainly just my queue though and i've slowed it down again #but l always get a bit freaked out when my wrist pain flares up #because it stops me from drawing or doing basically anything productive #and that activates aaaall the money worries #(that's why i've been so talkative today i'm beating back the stress with a stick made of distractions)#so we're having Ironwood Hours around here for a bit #but boy howdy has that fandom apparently gotten even less hospitable in the last year #i've always avoided it because of the incessant ironwood hate #but it looks like that's gotten worse! fun! ugh #but i braved it long enough to find cute fanart and now i'm retreating back to my corner of mostly talking to myself #personal stuff

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bookwormonastring · 2 years

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my nephew slept over for the first time on saturday and he’s entered his fun facts era and i love it so much bc i am also in my fun facts era (eternally) and i love hearing other people’s fun facts

#autistic things #for me not for him #he’s just a little kid who’s learning lots and lots of things and wants to share them #cos that’s what kids do #my fun facts are autism flavoured #it’s cute cos the first time he came here #we went to the beach and we were looking for crabs #and we met this girl who was a few years older than him #my nephew was 5 then i think (he’s 6 now) and she was maybe 7?#and she’d clearly just learnt the word habitat bc she said it like every other sentence #and this weekend he was like that with the word predator #i love watching kids learn things and see how proud they are of it #as they should be!!#to be alone with queue

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phantomviola · 2 years

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Thank you for the tag @doin-stuff 💜💜💜 Hope you’re well!

Relationship status: In one right now 😊

Song stuck in my head: “God Only Knows” - The Beach Boys

Favorite food: Cheeseburgers

Last thing I googled: How to treat a sore heel (both of my heels are hurting after all the walking I’ve done the last couple of days - I think being sedentary at home caught up with me lol)

Time: 1:00 am

Dream trip: New York, Ireland, and New Orleans to name a few

Something I want: Lots and lots of patience to get through Father’s Day. Seriously y’all. Pray for me.

NP tag: @pedro-pastel, @chasingdreamer, @salome-c and anyone else who wants to do this

#tag game #here's looking at queue kid

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plotweaver · 6 months

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#the fall of the house of usher #tfothou #spoilers #tfothou spoilers #reblog for sample size etc etc #here's looking at queue kid

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ur-boyfiend · 6 months

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me: i'm gonna work on pose studies :)

me a couple hours later:

#i should post my skzoo sprites here too but i keep forgetting #anyways look at them #lil fuckers <3 #boyfiend's sketchbook #queer in the queue #stray kids #skz #skzoo #skz art #stray kids art #skzoo art #skz fanart #stray kids fanart #skzoo fanart

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unovasaved · 9 months

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@picavecalyx wants to know: ' Did yu ever kill anyune? ' ( asked in the most random tone with no other meanings- ) Lilo & Stitch Starters // Always Accepting

Oh. She feels sick.

'What do you want?'

Her scars burn under her makeup at the very question. Suddenly feeling as fresh as the day she was combined with truth itself.

'Why are you here?'

She can't lie out of this question, it hurts too much to try. If she were on TV they'd have to cut to commercial, her manager would come in screaming and fuming and saving her from her own honesty.

'You put me here. You killed me. Are you here to rub that in?'

But her manager isn't here. It's just her and Silva and she can't lie to her friend. Even if she could, she wouldn't.

'Are you here to watch me die? To see me wither away?'

But how do you tell your friend that you killed your mother? It's not even a kind death. Nothing as fast as strangulation or breaking her head against the ground. That was merciful, wasn't it? This. A life sentence kept behind bars like some kind of caged pokemon. It was torture and it was Rosa's fault that her mother would die a painstakingly slow death like this. Rosa was her own mother's executioner and she was not a kind one.

"I-I can't talk about it..." It's not a lie. It's a partial truth, enough to sate Reshiram's demands at least. "I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Who is this apology for?

#picavecalyx #❃ in character ❃#❃ Asks ❃#((And if you look to your left here you can see Rosa's all consuming guilt #Marge Simpson vc: Kids can you calm down a little?))#❃ queue ❃#verbal abuse tw #death tw #ask to tag #emotional abuse tw

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bomberqueen17 · 1 year

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tone indicators

I reblogged this post without adding any commentary bc queue and not a lot of computer time lately but like okay here's the thing about tone indicators:

they're yet another in-group set of coded speech. like an inside joke, or a meme, or a conlang. if you are in a group that uses them, they're great and perfectly comprehensible.

but if you don't happen to have come from inside a group that uses them, they are exactly as exclusionary as any other heavy jargon or inside joke or acronym. I mean have you ever listened to soldiers talk? The US Army communicates in heavily jargon-ified speech, liberally laden with acronyms, so much so that it's a self-referential joke to make up obscene or deliberately-obfuscated ones to slip into official reports since the sorts of people who'd kick up a fuss about obscene language won't understand them.

It is exactly the same thing. Except that's exclusionary on purpose, and tone indicators are exclusionary in effect but tout themselves as inclusionary.

So if I, an outsider to this, am reading along, and after a sentence, there's a / and then between one and three letters, that is not enough information for me to use to look it up.

This is absolutely inaccessible if you are not alreadhy in the group that uses it.

I wouldn't mind if the people who used them were just like 'oh ha sorry jargon, i'll try to explain if it's not clear, sorry i forget you guys don't know them' just like any other inside joke or meme or whatever.

But I was in a discussion with someone on a Discord and when I was puzzled about them including these weird slash-acronyms after their statements they were like oh how nice for you that you're not neurodivergent and don't need to use these.

Uh no. The opposite actually. I'm the kind of neurodivergent that needs context. I handle being excluded from conversations very poorly. And that's where I get pissed off, that people seem to be holding these up as the new be-all end-all of Finally Solving The Problem Of Ambiguous Tones In Social Interaction. The hell you are, kids. They're just another layer, and I'd say the worst one yet, out of many many many attempts to solve this exact problem. They are fundamentally inaccessible. Don't mistake the fact that you learned them (somewhere, in some context inaccessible to me) for them actually being universal.

Considered against the many different solutions that have been offered since text-only speech was invented, tone indicators stack up as among the very least-accessible of the lot, since they contain so little context in and of themselves-- if a key is not provided then they're totally inaccessible, and are exceptionally difficult for non-native English speakers, and in general require so much memorization or cross-referencing as to be prohibitively hostile to outsiders.

And that's fine, if what your'e doing is just meant for talking to your friends. But don't come into my conversations and berate me for not having memorized whatever incomprehensible set of acronyms you've newly-decided are the new universal truth. And what drives me the most insane is how many of these acronyms someone has now decided to assign a whole new meaning to are acronyms that are well-known and already existed and are in heavy use. So if you try to look them up guess what you get! is it gonna be the newly-created version or the one that's been in use for fifty to seventy-five years??

For one, P.O.S. has had a specific meaning in written and spoken English for a really damn long time and if you call me a piece of shit in the actual language I speak I am absolutely not going to interpret your conlang as having intended something nice. (YES REALLY THEY'RE USING THAT ONE TRY TO GUESS WHAT IT MEANS. NO. NO! I know. Fuck! That's wild. Absolutely the fuck not.)

#tone indicators #accessibility #conlangs #wild shit

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rileyslibrary · 4 months

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Ghost is forced to dress up as Santa for the day and talk to kids.

You’re ordered to tag along as his Elf and do some damage control if necessary.

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You lean against his armchair, watching the chaos in front of you. Children are crying, tugging at their parents’ clothes, shouting both in excitement and fear, all while looking at you. A young boy keeps waving at your lieutenant, desperate to get his attention, but Ghost is too preoccupied with coming to terms with his new reality to notice.

You return his wave with a smile.

“Try to stay still, Santa,” you remind Ghost as you nod towards the boy. “Kids are watching.”

He snaps back into focus and redirects his attention to the queue. He stretches one last time, pushing on the armrests, before settling into the chair.

“Try not to tell me what to do,” he murmurs and waves back at the child.

You straighten up and tweak your green hat, triggering the bell at its tip to jiggle in your ear. You feel for him; you really do. He’s not supposed to be here; he’s not built for this. Unfortunately—for him or the kids, you haven’t decided yet—the “real” Santa broke his hip at the last minute, and your military base stepped in to provide a new Santa for the local community.

And what better replacement than Ghost, you may ask? Well, literally anybody else.

Dressed in a red costume with white faux fur trim, the lieutenant looks nothing like the man you experienced on the battlefield. His shoulders threaten to rip through the rented outfit, and the seams at the back hold onto each other for dear life. Since his belly wasn’t big enough to simulate Santa’s, you asked him to stuff a pillow under his uniform. Surprisingly, Ghost complied almost instantly, leaving you to wonder if he was using the pillow as Kevlar, a barrier between him and the kids or if he was secretly enjoying this.

You also convinced him to ditch the balaclava for the time being since he would now have plenty of props to conceal his face—a wig, a long beard, glasses, and a red hat with a white pom-pom, to be exact. Additionally, you attempted to trick him into applying some blush on his cheeks, but he side-eyed you and told you to ‘be careful now’—ironic for a man who paints his face daily.

You rub your temples, trying to keep calm amid the chaos of the mall as you prepare for what’s about to happen during the next few hours. You have no idea why Price chose him to be Santa, but you didn’t question it either. Ghost seems to be the least qualified for the job out of everyone in the base. It feels like a last resort, so to speak—a ‘that’s all we have left in the store’ solution.

On the other hand, you know precisely why the captain chose you to accompany him. “To monitor the situation,” he said—“To make sure we don’t get sued,” you heard. And, under normal circumstances, you’d be happy to tag along with Ghost—be it on patrol, on missions, or even transporting confidential documents. But in this situation? Acting as a troubleshooter rather than a teammate? You’d rather be anywhere else than here, with anybody else than him.

You take another look at him while he sits on the chair. He’s tugging at the uniform, scratching his head, and instinctively pulling the beard to his nose.

“Stop doing that,” you whisper. “It’s a beard, not a balaclava.”

“Price would have been perfect for the job, for fucks sake,” he spits. “He has the fucking moustache for starters.”

“Stop with the ‘fucks’ and the ‘fucking’ Ghost; you’re about to talk to kids! And, as for the captain, he said he couldn’t do it.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, lifting his hands from the armrests. “And what makes him think that I can?”

“I wish I knew, to be honest, but we don’t have time to go through this again,” you murmur, looking at your watch one last time. You approach the barrier, unclip the rope from the stanchion, and turn over your shoulder.

“Operation ‘Santa’ begins now,” you declare. “Ready?”

“Do I have a choice?” He replies, shrugging, and gestures for you to proceed.

And so it begins. Your first ‘customer’ arrives, and many more follow. You guide one family at a time into the enclosure and escort them to Ghost, who handles the rest. Some children are hesitant, peeking out from behind their parents’ legs, while others are much more direct with their intentions as they scream in horror at the sight of him.

On the other hand, Ghost is neither your typical jolly Santa nor the irritated lieutenant you’d expect. He appears to be... understanding. He reassures parents that it’s okay and there’s no need to force their children onto his lap if they feel uncomfortable. He initiates conversations with the kids from a respectful distance. He smiles with his eyes and hunches his shoulders to appear less imposing. Sometimes, he lures the shy ones into a handshake, a fist pump, or a high five by lowering his gloved hand to their level.

And then there are those other types of kids: the curious ones, the social butterflies. The ones who look forward to sitting on Ghost’s lap, diving into full-blown conversations with him. That’s when you stiffen up and switch into damage-control mode to ensure he won’t lash out at them. You begin hovering above them, listening, jumping into their conversations and sometimes interrupting Ghost and replying to the kids instead of him.

You would have thought he’d be grateful to have you managing the situation. Ghost, however, seems more irritated by you than by the little girl who’s currently playing with the pom-pom on his hat.

“Oi, Elf!” he says calmly, yet visibly annoyed. “Emma and I are chatting about how she spilt tomato juice on her Elsa costume and wants a new one for Christmas. Could you please falala off and go wrap some presents?”

“B-but I need to know because I’ll be sewing it for her,” you reply, smiling at the little girl. “Isn’t that right, Emma?”

And, although Emma nods her head, more out of necessity than agreement, you get his point. He’s doing surprisingly well with those kids, even without you. Actually, he’s doing remarkably well, especially without you.

More kids come and go, and Ghost slowly adapts to his new persona. He starts making bets with you, predicting which kids in the queue might ask for a PlayStation or an iPad and even speculating who might wipe snot on his costume. You, in response, adopt a more laid-back approach and let him do his thing. After each child’s visit, Ghost turns towards you, whispering in your ear about their Christmas wishes, as if he’s indeed Santa, and keeps logs.

“My man wants a full-sized car wheel,” Ghost murmurs as the young boy leaps off his lap, “can you believe him?”

“What did you say to him?” You ask, stifling a laugh.

“I told him I’ll get it for him,” he shrugs. “What else should I do?”

“Alright, but what did you really want to tell him?”

“That his dad already has four of them screwed in his car.”

As the day winds down, and the final announcement for the day echoes through the speakers, parents and children walk past you and towards the exit. They wave at Ghost and occasionally at you. The parking lot empties, the stores shut their doors until tomorrow, and the holiday lights that decorate the inside of the mall switch off one by one.

You stretch your back and tap on his shoulder, signalling that both of you should pack up and return to the base.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, grasping your wrist with one hand and tapping his thigh with the other. “You didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.”

You’re exhausted but still manage to smile as you comply with his request. You sit on his lap, and he leans back to take a better look at you.

“Let’s think about it another way,” you say. “What would you, as Santa, give me for Christmas?”

“Coal,” he replies. “And a muzzle, so you don’t interrupt me while I’m talking. What was that all about?”

“Was afraid you’d say something bad,” you explain. “But you were pretty good with those kids.”

He shakes his head and plays with the fur trim on his sleeve. “Nah,” he murmurs. “I’d never say something bad to a kid.”

“Speaking of bad and coal,” you say, combing his fake beard, “you never asked the typical ‘have you been a good kid’ to any of them.”

“There’s no bad kid in the world, love,” he whispers. “All kids are good, even the naughty ones.”

You smile at him, but he doesn’t look back at you. He’s examining his uniform as if trying to find something else to discuss. He finds some crumbs a kid left on his suit and brushes them off.

“Ready to head back to the base, Lieutenant?” You ask, tapping his thigh before standing up. You extend your hand to him, and he gladly accepts it, helping him rise from the chair he’s been sitting in all day. You begin walking towards the exit, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You reciprocate by hugging his waist.

You walk up to the parked military vehicle that brought you here earlier, still discussing the day. He opens the door but pauses and turns to look at you.

“Resilience,” he declares. “That’s what I would gift you for Christmas.”

“Why?” You ask, turning to look at him. “You think I need it?”

“We all do,” he replies softly, just like when he used to talk to those kids. “Since I can’t protect you from every obstacle life throws your way, I might as well give you the ability to recover from them.”

“That would make me very happy, Lieutenant.” You say, smiling.

He smiles back at you and reaches for your hat to fix it better on your head. His hand moves to your forehead, and he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“It’s Santa to you.” He replies.

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A/N: Bruh, I was so tempted to make the reader pull off a Mariah Carey and say, “All I want for Christmas is you,” when Ghost asked what they wanted, but my gag reflexes kicked in every time, and I was cringing galore.

So, there you go: resilience. That’s what I would like to gift you as well. I wish I could shield you from whatever has troubled you in the past or is currently doing so. To protect you from future worries and make everything ‘falala off’. Unfortunately, I can’t do that, neither for you nor for myself.

But this is why comfort characters and stories exist—so we can imagine, when no one is there for us, that someone actually is.

Just like Santa. Just like Ghost.

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