breathing in the snowflakes

Fake us - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Fake us

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: 3,232

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hii can u do one kinda like the french mistake but in reverse where J2 are sent to the spn world (dean and reader have feelings for each other but don’t know yet) and in the “real world” jensen is married to the readers actress and dean is jealous xo

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“What the… hell?” Jensen breathed out, moving around frantically.

“This- something’s not right” Jared frowned, looking around him “Wasn’t the scene supposed to finish at this?” he added.

Jensen nodded his head “Yeah but- forget that. Where the heck is everybody? And where did they take the cameras?”

“More importantly- what is… this?” Jared breathed out, pointing to the wall right in front of him. Ure he knew what it was but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. connected to another wall and then another and in the end forming a complete, closed room. And even worst than everybody being gone along with the cameras, this looked so realistic to the point it scared them.

Jensen laughed nervously to cover up for his discomfort “Bet Misha decided to play some really messed up joke on us”

“I am actually really hoping it’s that because if it’s not then-”

“No, no this is messed up. It is too messed up to even think about let alone-”

“Dean? Sam? Oh hey guys! Didn’t know you were here” you smiled at them as soon as you entered the bunker. You frowned for a second as you took a look at them. The way they were standing was different from normal.

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Take My Hand

request: none
pairing: newt scamander x reader
word count: 1,100
warnings: unedited fluff
a/n: first original post on this blog woohoo!! requests are open so send some in if you’d like and i promise i’ll edit this when i have the time, i just wanted to get this up because it’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple of days

You take in a deep breath of the cold winter air as you leave your apartment building, snowflakes getting caught in your hair and eyelashes as you stare up at the sky. There was always something about the snow that relaxed you, the mere sight of it warming up your entire body as if you had just had a mug of Queenie’s hot cocoa. After a long day of tidying up the creature enclosures as well as Newt’s shed and helping Newt look after all of his creatures, it felt nice to actually be outside.

Newt watches you from the steps, the fond look gracing his features unbeknownst to you. His hand twitches at his side, the desire to brush your hair away from your face overwhelming him for a few seconds before he pushes it back down. However, he can’t stop the blush that appears when you smile at him, your eyes alight with happiness at the many wonders of nature. He’s seen that twinkle in your eyes many times, especially when you’re in the case with him. Newt loves spending time with his creatures but he swears that he could spend eternity with you and never get tired of it. 

“Sorry,” you apologize as Newt takes a step down from the stairs, your footsteps falling in sync as the two of you begin the walk to Central Park. “I just really love snow.”

“Completely understandable,” Newt says, shaking his head as he waves off your apology. He shoves his hands into his coat pockets, his right hand gripping his wand just for the sake of holding something. It’s been a long time since Newt has gone out without his case in hand. He suddenly begins to worry about his creatures, hoping that all of them are safe and haven’t escaped. His mind begins to race with every different possible scenario and just as he’s about to suggest going back to the apartment, he feels you place your hand on the crook of his elbow.

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conservative women really have the nerve to call liberals special snowflakes and in the same breath say that they’re not feminists like they deserve some kind of participation trophy for it

signs as winter things
  • aries: hot cocoa, red and green lights
  • taurus: animal prints in the snow, candycanes
  • gemini: fuzzy socks, telling kids santa is dead and so are their dreams
  • cancer: warming your hands by the fire, snow angels
  • leo: snowball fights, cute ornaments
  • virgo: mistletoe, cats with santa hats
  • libra: sugar cookies cooling on the rack, the smell of pine
  • scorpio: too much eggnog, christmas specials
  • sagittarius: peppermint mochas, seeing your breath in clouds
  • capricorn: catching snowflakes on your tongue, gingerbread men
  • aquarius: heavy blankets, hats with pompoms
  • pisces: reindeer wrapping paper, 2 hour delays

I don’t believe in god, but I believe in the desperation to be reminded that we are breathing. I believe in falling leaves fading to floating snowflakes, and the idea that the human race is interconnected in more ways than one. I believe in creatures of the stars, and that being truly alone is an impossibility.

I don’t believe that human nature is good or bad, but I believe that we are no longer natural humans. I believe that incidents are more than just coincidence, and that nothing can be taken for granted. I believe that music and literature can change everything about a person, and that freedom is a state of mind.

I don’t believe in politics, but I believe in the ability to change the perspectives of others based on seemingly habitual reasoning. I believe in self respect, acceptance, and an open mind that our society walked away from years ago.

“The A Team”

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light’s gone, day’s end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men

And they say She’s in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us ‘Cause we’re just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don’t want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It’s too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone

- Ed Sheeran

raven boy aesthetics (+ blue)
  • gansey: huge fireplaces, tea that's gone cold, socks with stripes, the smell of old books
  • adam: kicking up dust on a dirt road, jigsaw puzzles, soda at the gas station, dirty white converse
  • ronan: the smoke after a firework, catching fireflies, holding your breath underwater, riding a bike with no hands
  • noah: paper snowflakes, foggy mornings, dipping your hands in ice water, braiding hair
  • blue: reorganizing your room, parallel parking, doodles on school desks, too much incense
Continuation w/the-king-of-fun


Yukianesa and Jack played with the children, also helping them with new ideas and other things with their imagination, being creative along having fun before the ice maiden decided to make her land rain in gentle snow with her snow breath as small soft white balls of snow alongside snowflakes appeared. The children were happy to see it as they try to touch the snow flakes.

Our breaths, smelling of tequila
rise in white wisps into the frigid air.
Large snowflakes dance from the sky
to tangle in twirls
and swoosh in swirls
everywhere the eye can see.

To his lips he holds a cigar,
the burn of tobacco is bright
against the dark night.

The world surrounds silently,
all else ceases to move
aside from the gentle snowfall.

He sings to the blues
between puffs.
From his lips I take the cigar
my fingers brushing
the soft smile,
his eyes piercing mine
with a warmth
that holds all cold at bay.


“Maybe we’ll have a moment to breathe, Snowflake.” The action had died down, it allowed for the siblings to actually breathe the air that wasn’t poison to them. “Are you going to be okay getting the school back to the surface?” Piotr had confidence in his sister but the first time she teleported the entire school it took alot out of her.

Sat on the hood of his car, Ben just finished tuning his guitar before he thought for a moment. Starting a tune of a song that he’s recently heard on the station, Ben began to sing;
          “White lips, pale face
          Breathing in snowflakes
         Burnt lungs, sour taste
         Light’s gone, days end
        Struggling to pay rent
        Long nights, strange men—“

He only stopped when he heard someone approach, clearing his throat he looked over with a sheepish smile. “Hey.”

Seasons aesthetics

Spring (Aries, Taurus, Gemini): Catching butterflies, being late, having a book collection, reading under a tree, thunderstorms, cleaning the entire house for no reason, bubble baths, blow up swimming pools.

Summer (Cancer, Leo, Virgo): Sun bathing, bird watching, camping, vacations, sleeping in late, buying a whole new wardrobe, calling into work when you aren’t really sick, sneaking out, long road trips, midnight snacks.

Fall (Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius):
Crunching leafs, cool winds, rustling trees, cozening up by a fire, apple cider, pumpkin pie, family dinners, sleeping in the grass and waking up cold, whispers, and just the slightest chill.

Winter (Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces): Seeing your breath, ice skating, snowflakes, baking, making forts, hiding in your bed all day, making lists, hot chocolate, reading books, phone conversations that last an entire day.