#memeday 001

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❝ that blanket looks big enough for two! ❞ ( @blackcatxblackclothes )

His goggles had been slowly slipping down his forehead as he'd sank more and more into the beanbag chair, his thumbs flying over his phone screen, but at a comment, he paused, using a middle finger to push them back on top of his head where it belonged. "I assure you, it's not." Anyone trying to get within a foot of Don that wasn't in his family was risking some serious wrath (mostly in the form of whingeing). He hated being touched. "However, there is a basket of blankets over there, and plenty of room in front of the fireplace." He wasn't in the mood to be a total dick today, so he offered an olive branch by putting out another solution. "Did you see that the Christmas star will be visible for the first time in 800 years?"

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send  ⛄️  for  our  muses  to  build  a  snowman  together . ( @secondstcr for wendy)

The giant hunk of snow in front of him was impressive— he’d managed to pack it together so that it towered over even his 6′1″ form and was more like a brick of ice than anything, and was about three feet wide across. He pushed his earflap hat back up out of his face, glancing around as he picked up his mini chainsaw. A stranger caught his attention, but no matter whether or not they knew him — maybe they’d like to get in on the snow action. ❝ Hey! You wanna come help me build a snowman? It’s gonna be the biggest snowman in Rome Pines, guaranteed. And if it isn’t, well— we’ll go knock all the others down. ❞ The glint in his eye was ambitious, and maybe a bit maniacal.

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❝ the car won’t start… ❞ ( @secondstcr for zarina )

Donnie had been walking out of the hardware store, peering into his bag full of goodies for his lab— a butane cylinder, wire strippers, circuit breakers— y’know, the usual stuff. His attention was caught by a bemoaning of misfortune, someone who was parked nearby, standing outside their car and looking under the hood. Curiousity piqued, he sidled over, recognizing her from their billboard conversation. ❝ You need any help? Cars are no probbles for me. ❞ He’d modified his own from scratch, after all. Of course— it had accidentally caught fire twice in the process, but he eventually got it. No reason to tell her that when he’d sorted out the problem.

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send  ⛄️  for  our  muses  to  build  a  snowman  together . ( @oogicsgirl )

❝ A snowman should not have two heads. ❞ Drake wasn’t sure how he’d gotten into this argument regarding snowmen, but staring down the snowman that had two tiny heads sitting on its torso just felt wrong. ❝ Can’t we make the heads regular size, at least? It looks like they’re begging to be put out of their misery. ❞ Drake was pulling a face, admittedly a bit unnerved by the mutated snowmen, that also happened to have some of the smallest pebble eyes he’d ever seen. ❝ They’ll scare children away from the park. ❞

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❝ i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel. ❞ ( @wcrthmeltingfor )

❝ That’s rather impressive, considering you’ve only been working with it for like, two minutes. What were you doing, ballet? ❞ Donnie stepped forward, circling the other as he considered the best way to free her from the tinsel. After a moment he reached into a pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife, which he twirled open with far too much theatricality for the situation. Reaching out and pulling one of the knotted strands on her arm further away from her, he slid the blade under it. ❝ Hold still. ❞ Giving the knife a quick pull, the strand snapped, which he gave a pull and  wound around his hand as the rest loosened and slipped off. ❝ You’re almost as accident prone as my little brother, with his all his ‘psycho-acrobatics’.❞ He air-quoted as he flipped the knife shut again, using a term clearly not of his own invention.

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“Everyone is drunk on rum and unwrapping the wrong presents.” ( @cdoras )

Donnie pulled his leg up underneath him, adjusting how he’s sitting atop the brick wall. ❝ How much of it do you suppose is actual intoxication, and how much of it do you suppose is just thrill, Christmas buzz, and— gag— flirting so much they’re not paying attention? ❞ The boy glanced down the wall at the girl who’d come to lean against the wall next to where he was casually observing the party, otherwise engrossed in his phone. Had Donnie been invited? No, not really. But his family had decided it was karaoke night, and sitting on top of his backyard wall that looked into this Christmas party was five times more entertaining and less grating than participating in that. Dear god, hearing another Vanilla Ice song warbled out would make him physically ill. He knew the girl leaning against the wall below him from around town, though due to a slight gap in age, he couldn’t say he’d ever really hung out with her. ❝ Adora, right? Are you also drunk on rum? ❞

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📜🎥

📜 : Is your muse on the nice list, or the naughty list?

100% on the naughty list. Not only does he still try to trap Santa every year, this kid is absolutely feral and has no impulse control and keeps himself moderately disconnected from his emotions, and therefore his sense of guilt. Do not invite him to do anything as a joke or sarcasm, because he’ll probably do it (his brothers have found this out the hard way). He’s also a dirty cheater at video games and doesn’t like puppies.

🎥 : What are your muse’s favourite Christmas movies?

Answered here!

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❝ last minute gift shopping is an art, and you’re not ready for it. ❞ ( @pinkglossed​ )

Another to-be gift tumbled out of his arms, dropping onto the store floor. ❝ Clearly not — they ran out of carts and baskets. ❞ He wouldn’t even really call this last minute but one of the biggest stores in the area was packed-- probably filled to the brim with its own citizens and those from Pastoral City like him. He began trying to toe the present back towards him, the stack in his arms balanced precariously. ❝ I got it— I got it— I— ❞ He tilted a little too far, and the entire collection tumbled out of his hands. He dropped his arms, hanging his head. ❝ I don’t got it. ❞