#lastshera

rubbing at his eyes, flynn can’t help the small smile that grows on his face even amongst the concern pooling in his stomach. “glad i could be of service,” he responds, voice quiet into the phone. “do you need me to come over?” it’s an offer that he genuinely means - willing to sneak into the castle if he has to to be there to comfort rapunzel in person if that was what she needed. he knew how hard it could be waking up from a nightmare, having a few of his own from time to time, and for someone like rapunzel he could only imagine how much worse it probably was for her, the person who had spent the first eighteen years of her life with gothel. @punzdrop

“i... don’t know,” she answers with a bit of hestiation, unsure if there even really were ones with that kind of plot. given that her entire life up until moving to corona had been spent inside a monsters-only hotel, mavis had never really had a chance to watch any kind of movies really. coraline had been a big part of introducing her to the film world in general. “we could use the google to look it up? or ask the siri? she’d probably know, right?” @shesabutton

there are many things chip second guesses -- just about every aspect of his life is subject to him picking apart as he replays it in his mind. but he’d never thought in a million years saying hi to someone would be one of those moments. when he’d come into the mystery shack with the intention of bringing wendy lunch, he didn’t think he’d run into (who he assumes is) mabel. and once he sees the way the girl stares at him, eyes wide and bright, he’s certain he does indeed have the right girl. “are you....not mabel?” he asks. maybe he doesn’t have the right girl. or, maybe she’s just caught off guard by the fact that he knows her name -- which, all things considered, is fair. “i’m chip.” he smiles brightly, pushing past his momentary confusion. “i’m a friend of,” and he pauses. the truth is he’s a friend of both wendy and dipper, but he’d been told specifically that dipper doesn’t want his sister to know that he knows the prettyboyz. “wendy. i know wendy. what’s up?” @mabelgrl

turning his head to face her, mason doesn’t even need to look twice to already know that daisy indeed would make a sexy santa. there’s not a doubt in his mind that she out of all people could pull off a non-tacky, festive look like that. “do you really need to ask that?” is all the answer he gives at first. mason almost wants to leave it at just that but is more than aware that it won’t be a sufficient enough response. “of course you do. i’m pretty sure you already know that, though.” @daisydukeduh

a snort escapes tink at the question, a gut reaction that her drunken self doesn’t even try to hide. though it was matched with a wide grin as she leans against his side and rests her head on his shoulder. the alcohol coursing through her system making her even more affection than normal. “nah. you’re like one of the nicest guys ever,” she answers, eyes closing. “no way you’re on the naughty list.” that wasn’t the actual question shaggy had asked - but it’s where tink’s head went for some reason. @zoinksduude

“really?” she asks, clear amusement in her tone. though it shouldn’t be surprising - getting or making ugly sweaters for them to match in seemed exactly like the type of thing mabel would do. and what tink really wanted to know was what exactly the other girl considered to be ugly. since she rocked so many sweaters as it was on the regular, it would be exciting to see what she cranked out for christmas. “alright, i’m down. but i want the ugliest one.” @mabelgrl

catra didn’t want to talk to her. didn’t want to spend any second longer near adora than she absolutely had to. but no one else understood the feeling of complete confusion that came along with learning about all of these new holidays that people have apparently been celebrating all this time. not even scorpia got it - having lived the first part of her life outside of the fright zone. “they all sound like someone on crack made them up,” she admits, for once talking to her former best friend without any heat in her words. “what the fuck do you mean you tell kids an old magical man breaks into your house to give you presents at night? and he has flying reindeer?”

"Okay, grinch.” Hercules teased her, nudging her as he walked past her to get to the stereo. He had a tendency to go all out every year for the holidays, at least since he returned home. It was to make up for all the years that he was away from his family. “Why do you hate holiday cheer so much?” @noturnutmeg