#holiday cw

[foxoswithboxos]

Bab is handing all systems& who get B A D symptoms during the 4th of july the most fluffy and noise proof/cancelling head muffs for the ears. blankets to burry yourself& under and a bunch of foxo plushies

[desiraypark]

Apple Cider

[Image Description: “Clyde x Sherri’s 25 Days of Christmas” on a simple but festive red, white, and green design] Content: A little angst/seasonal depression; family death mention; fluff near end.

Clyde x Sherri Master Post Clyde x Sherri 25 Days of Christmas (Tag: Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020)

Exterior of Clyde and Sherri’s house (inspiration):

Simple green wreaths with red bows hung in every window in view. The side porch’s light was on. When Clyde reached the front porch, he spotted the more ornate wreath on the door--also green, but with sparkling red and green bows. The Ronettes were singing “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” inside. Christmas wasn’t exactly Clyde’s favorite holiday. He didn’t hate it, but it just wasn’t the same since his Mama passed. Hell, since his daddy left, honestly. But he kept his grumbling to a minimum for Sherri--because it was her favorite time of the year.

As soon as he stepped inside, the music met his ears and the smell of subs hit his nose. Through the living room, he could see Sherri’s shadow moving on the side porch. He took off his shoes, hung up his jacket, and stepped in the doorway. Wearing a light sweater, Sherri was up on the little ladder, hanging a snowflake from a hook on the roof. She flashed that signature smile at him.

“Hey, Honeybunch!” she said.

“Hey, Dollbaby,” he responded. Sherri’s eyebrows crinkled at the new pet name, but her face softened immediately. She liked it. 

She climbed down the short ladder, walked to Clyde, and gave him a peck on the lips. 

“I bought us some subs from Antonio’s. They’re in the oven.”

Sherri was about to step inside but noticed the foggy look on Clyde’s face. She couldn’t quite decipher it. “You alright?”

Before he answered, she smiled and touched his cheek. “Come on, let’s eat. I’ll turn the music down.”

Sherri turned off their smart TV, thus silencing the music, and they feasted on their huge hoagies--meatball for Clyde, an Italian Grinder for Sherri. They talked about everything but Christmas--or at least they tried to. Sherri talked about the kids at work, news events. Clyde noted the steady pickup in business at the restaurant--people coming in after a morning of shopping it seemed. Sherri apologized and changed the subject every time she inadvertently brought up Christmas plans.

After dinner, they settled on the sofa, desperately searching for something non-Christmas related. They’d settled on ESPN, and Sherri fiddled through her phone. Clyde looked over at his wife. Quiet. A smile on her face that she didn’t want her husband to see. Disappointed with himself, he rose from the sofa and searched the kitchen cabinets for something. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he grabbed his jacket from the coat rack.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Um, okay,” Sherri said, confused.

Clyde returned about forty minutes later with a doubled plastic bags. Sherri watched him walk to the kitchen with it, then return to the living room to take off his jacket and shoes. He went back into the kitchen, and Sherri’s eyes fell back on her phone. She listened to Clyde move through the kitchen, and within minutes--as the microwave whirred--she smelled apple cider.

Clyde returned to the living room with two red mugs. Steam curled outside and above the rims, and cinnamon sticks leaned on the side of the porcelain. Sherri grinned. He placed them on the coffee table.

“Let ‘em cool off a bit,” he said.

When Clyde sat down to her left, she noticed that one mug had a ‘C’ on it and the other had an ‘S’.

“Where’d you get those?” she asked.

“The dollar store. They had a nice lil’ display up, as soon as you walk in the door.”

“I didn’t know the dollar store had cinnamon sticks.”

“Got them from the grocery store. The cider, too,” Clyde responded.

Sherri smiled at Clyde’s profile for a bit, but didn’t want to make him feel awkward. 

“You didn’t have to--”

Clyde looked at her and shook his head, and Sherri “hushed up”. She leaned toward him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then, she reached forward, grabbed her mug of cider, blew into it, and took a sip.

“Mmm...”

Clyde leaned forward, grabbed the remote, and turned up the television to better hear the football season highlights.

[intergalacticstarlight]

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I’ve been very ill this Holiday season which is why I haven’t posted any replies, starters, asks, etc. lately. Despite that, I had a pretty amazing day yesterday thanks to my S/O and his ability to pick the perfect gifts every single time, without me even having to give him a list.

I’m on the mend though, so I’m hoping to be back to posting things by Sunday. Just wanted to update everyone on the radio silence. Also,it may be a day late, but...

Happy Wholidays, Everyone!

-J.

[lefae]

Okay, just a heads up regarding tomorrow...

I may or may not be around later in the day. Depending on how the family lunch goes, because drama tends to happen, even when it’s just... the freaking people who all already live on the farm. 

The really dickish thing about it is part of the drama is strictly most of my family being ableist assholes toward my mother, who has celiac and thus requires gluten free. And the other three adults all roll their eyes and act like she should just ‘suck it up’ for a day and eat gluten anyway, even though it would make her sick for weeks or even longer if she did so.

I’ve lived in a gluten free household for over five years before moving back here. My last roommate was gluten sensitive, as it would trigger her migraines. So I more than get it when it comes to mom’s needs. Which is why when I have gluten free stuff available myself, I will take it next door to cook it and share with mom, as she’s invited me over for lunch several times as well. 

Whereas even something as simple as not laying a loaf of bread on top of a bowl of vegetables seems too difficult for the others to comprehend... So yeah... I’m not looking forward to tomorrow.

[superlative-solaire]

@alazyriver !!!

YOUR SUBMISSIONS ARE NOT OPEN, BUT I HOPE THIS REACHES YOU ANYWAY! 💕

[oakmd]

🎁+ Agatha will send Oak a gingerbread house! It is a beautiful treat! Except it is all a rock! @kxkuko

christmas gift meme | @kxkuko

He can’t say he’s ever gotten a gingerbread house made out of stone. Peculiar, yes, but with the right intention it could make for a lovely symbolism. Still, he knows not to give much credit where Agatha is concerned. 

“Mm. This seems like exactly the kind of gift she would send.”

[lefae]

//ffs, the drama has already started and I haven’t even gone out to the main house yet...

Right, so... My parents divorced when I was really little (separated when I was about a year and a half old, divorced when I was three). Neither side of my family gets along with each other. Both sides have always been neglectful and abusive toward me, but get pissy at each other over that fact while ignoring their own behaviour. It’s always been like that, and apparently is still like that.

And so my paternal grandmother apparently contacted my maternal grandmother to invite me to their lunch... Instead of, y’know, texting me, when I bloody well have my own phone, and am an adult, and have been for quite some time now, given I’m 34. 

This being after I had already received an invitation from my paternal aunt, who is hosting the lunch, and with whom that very same grandmother lives. But sure, let’s get my maternal grandmother all extra bitchy before I even have to deal with her and the others of my immediate family that I was exposed to the majority of my childhood and have to deal with on a near daily basis now, because that’s going to make me want to visit the other side of my family...

I have loved the hell out of not having to travel for holidays, and not having to put up with this petty bullshit for over seven years. The first year that I’m back in this foresaken state, and immediately they start back up their feud with me in the middle, and me now too fucking sick thanks to multiple disabilities to really fight it, but also too tired and outright weary to fucking tolerate their shit any further than I absolutely have to.

[fictionkinfessions]

Happy Fathers Day, Henry Spencer. You were a great dad in a most of my canons, and still a good one in the others.

-Shawn Spencer 🍍

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