#2020 edition

Well, how about that! I’m still obsessed with the glowy boy! He’s my designated muse for sure!

Here’s the 2019 version btw: https://lethendralis-paints.tumblr.com/post/613193906028429312/today-i-decided-to-also-celebrate-a-full-year-of

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

25 Days of Christmas Day 13

Pairing: Kenshin x MC

Prompt: “Throw that snowball at our child, and you’re dead.”

Tagging: @plumpblueberry @christmaswarlock @sakura-1819 @starry-starry-night24 @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @thewitchofbooks​ @stardust-dreamer13​ @ikemensengokufangirl​ @gay-noodle-clan​ @nad-zeta​ @canaria-blackwell​

 A/N: A little snippet of Kenshin fluff!

Since the birth of their child, Kenshin rarely left the castle unless needed. He hovered lovingly, checking in on both mother and child, ordering the finest things. But as the years stretched on, their little boy grew older and with his age, came a little more freedom.

And a little more quality alone time for the parents.

The snowy morning spent lying about in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Tender touches and sleepy kisses exchanged in peaceful bliss.

Until a scream, likely of delight but one could never be too careful.

Kenshin untangled himself, a frown now marring his beautiful features. “Wait here. I’ll investigate for a threat.” Under dressed for the weather, he exited the room to find the source. It had been his son’s voice, that much he knew.

Outside, the deep snow had tracks of various sizes marking trails. His seven-year-old scooped his bare hands down, gathering enough to make a ball. Sasuke, on the other side, already had his made, arm cocked back with intent to throw.

His sword unsheathed silently, pressed against the man’s neck in a moment. “Throw that snowball at our child, and you’re dead.” The threat not quite as serious as the ninja had come to expect.

Mai shivered at the frigid cold, unable to overcome her curiosity of the scream. Sasuke had promised to watch over him for the day, and as an honorary uncle, had taken it upon himself to teach him a fun game. “Kenshin, I don’t think--”

He held his hand up before clapping it onto Sasuke’s shoulder. “You can be target practice. A valuable and entertaining lesson.” The sword put away, Kenshin turned Sasuke’s shoulders to face his son. “I’ll reward each critical hit.”

The boy lit up, bending, and scooping again to create a small pile of ammunition. “Father, watch how good I am!” He tossed hard, smacking the first right into Sasuke’s chest.

“Oooh, I’m wounded,” Sasuke feigned pain, hand gripping his shirt above his heart. The second pelted him right in the groin, which he didn’t have fake this time. He shifted uncomfortably but gave the grinning child a thumbs up.

The third, however, was quite off target.

Kenshin still knelt by the ninja, observing with pride at how much his son had learned in a short few months. He intently awaited the next throw, but his vision clouded, cold spreading across his face. The force nearly knocked him off balance.

“Oh-” Mai gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. She held her breath, to stave off the impending laughter but it failed. While their son cheered at his most critical hit, Mai turned around, shoulders shaking.

One moment she was firmly on the floor, and the next, an arm was around her waist, lifting her up as a shield. Kenshin brought his lips to her ear as he abandoned the porch for the snowy garden. “It’s funny, is it? I’ll show you.”

“That’s unfair! I can’t throw a snowball at mother!” Their son protested with a big pout on his lips.

“There are no rules in war, my son. But there are certainly casualties,” Kenshin answered, tickling his free hand into his beloved’s side. Her fit of laughter only fueling the warlord further. 

Mai managed to wiggle loose, although, she knew he’d let her go. Her socked feet soaked in the cold snow. She scrambled over to her son. “I’ll make the snowballs, you throw, okay? We can win if we work together!”

“I do adore your confidence, but I will be the victor of this war!” Kenshin replied, launching a snowball slightly off mark. It exploded against the tree beside them.

If you contribute to an environment where they feel judged, ridiculed and unwelcome, then you are a big part of the reason why so many Resolutioners fail to continue exercising throughout the year.

I don’t care if they’re using your favorite squat rack.

I don’t care if you have to wait for a while before getting a treadmill.

I don’t care if you think that they socialize and rest more than they actually workout.

So it's late and I'm posting this from my phone (hence the lack of read more for now) and this concept deserves more time and space to grow but rn I have a choice between.doing really tiny snippets-that-could-be-more for Nile week or I can do nothing. I pic the snippets, and I'll see about revisiting them later on.

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It's been five years. Not to the day, but almost. It's been five years and they're not in Chicago, because that would be too risky. They're not even in Illinois, not even in the United States. Instead, they're in Tunis, just done dismantling a child smuggling operation and taking a well deserved five days break, when Nile exits a supermarket and promptly drops her sandwich on someone's shirt, halfway through an apology before a hand closes, vice-like, over her right wrist.

Nile goes to twist herself free, ready to tell whoever it is off and move on with her day, until she looks up and freezes.

is happening to my dashboard

and how the fuck do i put it back

Thanks, authors, for sharing your talents with us this holiday season! And thank you, readers, for supporting them!

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Baby, Baby Merry Christmas (M) - multipleshadesofpurple

Every Year, Every Christmas - Olitz One Shot (M) - OlitzLove2019

It’s Gettin’ Hot In Here: 11:59 (M) - Sucker4Scandal 

Merry Christmas To You: Stay (M) - loveoverpride

Tis the Season of Second Chances (M) - remusslupinn

Winter Wonderland (T) - Sucker4Scandal 

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Obviously, I’m talking about Harry Potter and the fact that JKR is incapable of keeping her transphobic mouth shut, but like, it’s not just that. I don’t care what it is. We have this culture that often says we have to reject things when they turn out to be problematic in some way. And I’m not saying we should ignore those problems--we should be aware of and talk about them and deal with them. 

But you’re allowed to keep enjoying things. You’re allowed to continue to love things that are or were important to you. If a character or a story or a movie or book or even a person has impacted your life in a positive way, in a meaningful way, then you’re allowed to keep that part of you. 

I can’t make her take back what she said, but neither does she get to take those books or those characters away from me, or anyone else. They’re mine now, they’re ours now, and she is never. getting. them. back. Not even from my cold, dead, nonbinary hands.