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excalculus · 4 months
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I don't really understand the "ugly christmas sweater" thing but as best as I can tell in order to qualify a sweater usually has 1. extensive colorwork (which is baffling given I now know firsthand how much skill that takes, but whatever), 2. bright and/or contrasting colors (usually red/green/white but others can also occur), and 3. sometimes but not always "christmas" subject matter in the design (obvious things like trees, Santas, reindeer, etc. but can be other things as well)?
To be clear I have no real interest in learning the details of this game and have been sick of christmas shit since late November, but it's inescapable to the point of people running around calling completely normal knitwear ugly christmas sweaters. Like a purposely tacky tinsel-ridden santa or full-coverage red and green trees/stars/whatever is one thing, but on what planet is a small, simple blue and white diamond pattern around the shoulders of a sweater "ugly" or "christmas"???
I wonder if it's possible to deliberately miss the point hard enough that it's obvious you're not trying to play this game.
Possibly not?
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shiftythrifting · 4 months
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the most wonderful time of the year
(Spotted in San Francisco Bay Area)
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jet-teeth · 4 months
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CRIMBO SCRIMBO
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leathfaic · 4 months
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Simon Riley it turns out, doesn't have a taste in furniture.
It's not that he has objectively bad taste. He just has none at all.
Which he reckons in hindsight he should have anticipated. He never really furnished his own place after all. Always lived in cheap, outfitted places. Never homes, always just places to stay.
And now he's being confronted with a question he can't answer.
"What would ye like?"
Instinctively answered with "Whatever you'd want, don't really 'ave an opinion."
Only apparently that answer doesn't count.
Even as a kid it was second-hand furniture. The few times there was enough money to repaint something Simon as the big brother had to let Tommy pick first. He usually went with blue. No blues then, that's a start right? He doesn't need to give his brain ammunition to pull him back to his childhood. It has more than enough.
And Ghost has all the blue he'll ever need to see in his life in Soap's eyes.
Good thing he didn't say that sappy shit out loud.
Knowing what he doesn't want is a start but nothing prepared him for a vast store full of things. To make choices like "Which couch do you think will give you the least back pain when you can only test-sit them for a few minutes?"
The only thing he knows for sure is that these gigantic stores would make for a mean close-quarter training ground. He's half tempted to ask Price if they can find one that's about to close down and no one would mind getting shot to shit. It would be a fun challenge.
"Simon, ye with me love?"
Shaking his head to clear it and then giving Johnny a quick thumbs up he struggles up from the sofa he'd been sitting on and contemplating.
"Ye like tha' one? Went right to broodin' on there like ye felt all at home."
"Fuck off."
The defense comes instinctively but he has to admit Johnny is right. Giving the couch another cursory look, like it might jump up and bite him, he can't help but be a bit perplexed.
It's very large, definitely bigger than Soap's old couch. It's also very...red. Which isn't blue. But still it looks like someone spilled an intensiley dark wine all over the thing. Did he like red couches?
Apparently.
Simon Riley, it turns out, has a great taste in furniture. It just took him a moment to figure that out.
He picks sturdy things. Solid woods, iron fastenings, robust. Somewhere in the realm between industrial and old hand made styles.
Soap has been trailing him happily, barely saying a word because letting Ghost pick is easy, he almost always found himself agreeing. It wasn't always his first choice or even something that caught his eyes, but slowly and surely the flat was coming together.
It made him giddy, even knowing it would be a while until everything was delivered and assembled.
It would be lots of warm colours, light wood and dark iron in contrast. But most importantly it would be theirs. Something they'd make their home together. And wasn't that novel?
Two trained SAS operatives picking the carpet they found most cosy? Not plotting for tactical advantages but for a home to come back to. A place to share comfort and to share nightmares and panic attacks.
Because no matter how right they got it they would still be themselves, drenched in blood and now on an appropriately coloured sofa.
Johnny knew he should snap out of the line of thought he was barrelling down before it took him to darker places, but he was ensnared already.
Would one of them sit in that flat, drowning in grief when luck finally ran out for them? Would the signs the other left behind before deployment be a comfort or would they feel haunting?
Or would it just be Price and Gaz, lost in a place that had been a home and was just empty? Soulless. Ready to be emptied of all traces that could tell of secrets that better stayed hidden.
Would it just be one of Laswells people, burning the place without a care, just a precaution after a taskforce lost?
"So it's no' tha' one for sure."
Torn from his thoughts Soap looks up at Simon in confusion.
"Starte' broodin immediately. Can't 'ave you in a shit mood every time you hit the sack. 'ave too many plans for tha' place."
Soap finds himself snorting as he gets up from the bed he was testing.
"Fuck off." he throws back softly. Sees a warm smile spread behind the medical mask on Ghost's face.
"Ye're right though and ye need to tell me of these plans."
Part 1 //Part 3
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hedjeroo · 4 months
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🎄 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓼🎄
doodled this last night but wasn't able to post it til now because of migraine 💔
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lordrandreaming · 4 months
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Merry Christmas Eve! And Happy Holiday's! 🎅🎄🎁❤💚
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roboscreaming · 5 months
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quarkycadet · 1 year
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insert anime girl laugh
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eorzeancryptids · 4 months
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the alt text button is *completely behind* the X button so: ffxiv screenshot of a character dressed in a red and white Santa costume, named "Mall Santa".
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foolishmortal · 1 year
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han joo won your life is a hallmark movie
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arborix · 5 months
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notanotherzerofan · 4 months
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MERRY CHRISTMAS XMAS SHITSCRAM!
Oh, the headaches X probably gets from their shenanigans...
So, yeah, I guess I have to admit now that I sometimes enjoy crude humor, but likely won't be posting stuff like this that often. In any case, putting "crude humor" in the tags in case you feel the need to block stuff like this.
Anyway, both pretty amusing and messed up how "Christmas" and "Merry Christmas" (minus one 'r') can make such vulgar anagrams.
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officesuppliez · 4 months
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merry crime from vanny n peepaw :]
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broadway-rose · 4 months
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For this year's secret Santa, I have gotten @tt-squid, so I've contacted an interdimensional friend of mine and we've created this lovely family portrait for you of the harley-claire-english's Christmas, please enjoy.
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(@homestuckss)
(all art done by @thatgirlthattriedtomakeanaskblog, please go support all of our work together!)
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dwarvenfanboy · 4 months
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Since the big boy is feeding the birds this year, I made my own.
To those who celebrate, merry Shitscram!
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palephx · 1 year
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As one does, for Christmas, despite being a frequently vitriolic jewish atheist.
Five pounds of medical supplies from an unrequested insurer, directly to people who need it far more than I.
The point of a mitzvah is not to discuss it. After the last few years, I'm willing to forsake Talmudic prohibition and point it right the fuck out.
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