“It’ll nearly be like a picture print by Currier & Ives…” (”Sleigh Ride”)  The prints by Currier & Ives are a testament to life in the 19th century.  A famous lithograph, from 1862, is titled “Central Park, Winter - The Skating Pond.”  It portrays ice skaters, with the Bow Bridge in the background.  While the Central Park Lake is no longer used for ice skating, the Bow Bridge remains beautiful in the 21st century:)  (Photo taken on February 6, 2014)

The Golden Cave (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Prompt: same plot as most angst newt fics (except angstier)

Word Count: 2395

A/N: Yeah Yeah, I know.  The Bones part 3 fic should be out.  Well, now I can work on it without this fic being in the way. XP

“Hey Y/N?” Newt called.

“Yes?” I called back, trying to find him from where I stood.

“Can you feed the mooncalves?” he asked, “The Goldsteins have invited us to dinner so I was hoping you will be okay with me starting on my way.  With you in the case.”

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anonymous asked:

❄️ Any Winter saphael headcanon ?


Winter is every vampires dream come true, the long night and the cold air. Not having to explain to mundanes why they’re pale! But for Raphael and Simon winter is their only chance to really go out and do couply stuff.

  • They visit the Bryant Park winter village constantly. Holding hands while they browse the shops filled with pointless artifacts that were too overpriced.
  • They never miss the Rockerfeller Christmas tree lighting
  • Or the ball drop on New Years eve 
  • Walking through Central Park right after a snow storm with Coffee cups filled with warm blood as they recount holiday stories from their childhood. 
  • Simon learning about all the Santiagoes Christmas traditions and telling Raphael about Hanukkha
  • And also Raphael wearing Simon’s oversized sweaters because he loves the feel of the fabric against his skin, even though he can’t feel the cold, something about wearing Simon’s sweater while wind is howling mercilessly outside.
  • They’d have a little fire going in the fire place while they watch Home Alone and other holiday specials.
  • They’d always try to one up each other with Holiday presents until they just decide to buy each other fuzzy socks
  • Matching: ‘All I want for Hanukkha/Christmas is you’ sweaters 
  • Just warm domestic cuddly boyfriends 

@xofemeraldstars requested: it’s the first snow since simon became a vampire and is back at the hotel. and he can’t wait to get out and play, build a snowman but doing it alone aint fun. how is he gonna convince raphael to join him?

Simon knew it was a snow day, not just because he checked the weather app that was now useless on his phone, or the distant buzzing of the news constantly playing the weather forecast on the televisions on the other vampires on his floor. 

It was the howl of the wind as it whipped along, he could picture it, the snow falling peacefully before being picked up off the ground by a gust of wind, spiraling and swirling before settling to the ground again, it was the occasional cheer that was loud enough to carry through the barren streets. 

He laid in bed and remembered the days where he’d hold tightly to his fathers hand as they shoveled the drive way. The hot chocolate he’d drink with his sister, stealing her mini marshmallows when she wasnt looking. He remembered he the day he sneaked out with Clary because she wanted to paint Central Park while it snowed. 

Simon had long come to terms that he had a new life now, new family. And though his new life was restricted he swore to make the best of it. 

As the sunset early that after, Simon found himself dressed in coats and hats he didn’t need but had to wear for appearance sake. 

He didn’t ask any of the night children to join him as he left the hotel, though he got along with most of them, he was a baby to them, someone naive that held on too much of their mundane life. 

His trek to Central Park was quicker now, with empty streets and his vampire speed to aide. It was much lonelier as well, no giggling Clary spilling her cocoa in the snow and sliding on ice. 

He sat on the bench and watched, people skiing, building snowman and having snow ball fights. Simon begrudgingly returned to the hotel in search of the one person he knew he’d be able to convince to go out in the snow with him. 

Raphael sat with his back to the door, facing the window, the curtains drawn back, the full moon and flurries on full display “what can I do for you fledgling?” He asked without turning around.

I’m another time Simon would demand Raphael explain how he knew who it was, demand to be taught how to do it himself but right he had more important matters at hand. 

“Hey Rapha” he began, chuckling nervously. Raphael always made him nervous, though he didn’t know why, now that Simon had came back to the hotel, the two have developed a friendship, Raphael laughed when Simon called it that -which caused Simon chest to feel tingly-but Simon knew they were friends. 

“No” Raphael turned around to face

Simon “it’s stupid and I won’t do it” Raphael had grown accustomed to Simon’s silly and sometime outrageous request. And though he eventually gives in, he loves the defeated pout the fledgling wore and his persistence.

“I haven’t even told you what I wanted"  Simon countered and Raphael smirked.

"Tell me then” Raphael gestured for Simon to continue.

“I want someone to go to the park with me so I can build a snowman?” The words sounded unsure to Simon as they left his lips, he was pouting before he’d even finish, knowing that Raphael’s answer would remain unchanged.

“It’s stupid and I won’t do it, don’t you have something better to do?” Raphael sighed. It’s been ages since he’d played out in the snow, maybe since his own turning, if he didn’t count that one drunken night with Ragnor and Magnus, stumbling and slipping on ice. A fond smile pulled on his lips at the memory. 

“Please Raph, it’ll be fun and we won’t need gloves or anything, I’ve always wanted to touch snow without gloves, I did it once but I got frost bites, Dot had to hide me and Clary in her apartment for an half a day until it wasn’t blue anymore, I might actually be able to make a proper snowman, I’ve ne-”

Raphael watched Simon rant on and on about the things he’d never gotten to do and Clary and blah blah, Raphael was too caught up with how cute Simon looked, pacing the floor, his hand tugging at his roots of his hair and then gesturing wildly to actual listen to whatever it was the fledgling asked for.

“Okay, dios just shut up” Raphael groaned. 

“W-wait what?” Simon gaped.

“I’ll go, for half an hour, don’t expect me to part take in your nonsense either, just shut up” Raphael glared because he wouldn’t be Raphael Santiago if he didn’t. 

Simon quickly agreed, he’ll see to the stipulations later. His stomach did that thing again when Raphael put on a soft wool beanie on to cover his hair.

Simon talked a mile a minute as they walked more slower than usual to Central Park. Raphael nodded along and added his bits and pieces as they went. 

They trekked there the park until Simon found the perfect spot of untouched snow to lay down on. 

“I won’t die of hypothermia now” he cheered as he moved his arms and legs in motion to make a snow angel. 

Raphael watched him, slightly amused by Simon’s antics. A fond smile forming on his face. 

“You’re really just going to stand there?” Simon questioned and Raphael nodded. “You’re not fun” he mumbled and moved on from making a snow angel to building a tiny snowman. 

“I am fun” Raphael countered. 

“Sure Rapha, keep telling yourself that” Simon smirked and turned his back on Raphael to make other tiny snow man to match the first. 

Raphael frowned his eyes and grapes at Simon, he’ll show that damn fledgling who he can have fun, Raphael silently bent down and scooped up a hand full of snow, rounded in off into a nice ball before tossing it at Simon.

“Still no fun huh?” He called as Simon shirked.

“Raphael Santiago did you just throw a snowball?” Simon looked at him with wide

Raphael responded by tossing another snowball, this one hitting Simon in the face.

“Oh, you’re on, Santiago” Simon yell and began to scoop up snow. Raphael broke out in a run and gathered snow ball as he sprinted around the park.

Central Park became their playing field and Simon was happy for his vampire speed and the darkness of the night. Raphael’s company was reassuring and comfortable and Simon was himself and he was happy. He paused for a quick second to gaze at Raphael, laughing and making snowballs.

Simon wonders if they will be like this again, or if when they return to the hotel, Raphael’s mask will be on again, static and unreadable, cold and distant.

“I didn’t think you were the type to give up easily, baby” Raphael called from where he was hunched over, his hair hanging in front of his eyes, snowflakes stuck to it.

Simon didn’t know if he believed in angels but goddamnit Raphael Santiago came close to being one. “I’ll let you catch your breath, Santiago” he yelled.

“We’re vampires idiota” Raphael said while he flung a snowball at an unexpected Simon “we don’t need to breathe”

“That’s dirty play Santiago” Simon ran after Raphael.

Raphael dropped the balls that he was carry and began to run from Simon “I trained you better than that Simon” Raphael turned to yell at Simon, ignoring the stomp of ice. “Whoa, oh” he yelled as he slipped.

“Raphael” Simon raced over to see Raphael sprawled out of the floor laughing “are you okay?”

“Damn that was fun, tomorrow night we’re going ice skating”

Picture Perfect Christmas (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Clint.

Prompt: “cards”

Summary: Reader and Bucky want to make new traditions for their first Christmas together with unexpected results. 

Warnings: Fluff mostly, implied smut? Maybe? I dunno. :D

Word Count: 1654

A/N: This was written for @themercurialmadhatter (previously murialweathers I hope? That’s the name I received originally) or do you prefer @buckysplumfondler ? I’ll just tag both. :) I’m your Secret Santa!! I know you requested Bucky fluff/smut but I’m not a smut writer. This does have a little bit of heat in it, though! I really hope you like this. 

Thanks for setting this up @marvel-ash and @oneshot-shit. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

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Originally posted by heartsnmagic

“Let’s see,” you recalled, counting on your fingers as you spoke, “Tree lighting ceremony? Check. Ice skating at Rockefeller Center? Check. Window shopping at Macy’s? Check. Walk through Central Park as the snow falls? Now we can check that one off!”

“Yeah, but was it worth it, doll?” asked your favorite Super Soldier, settling down next to you on the couch in the common room.

You sniffled, snuggled up in a blanket as your attentive boyfriend handed you a mug of hot chocolate to warm you. The park, while beautiful and romantic as you strolled arm in arm with Bucky, it had also been absurdly freezing and now you could not get warm enough.

“Yes, it was!!” you assured him, curling into his side to steal his heat as well.

He let you pick the movie and slowly your body temperature rose to normal, empty mug of cocoa resting on the coffee table. Halfway through the movie, Clint came waltzing in to the room with something in his hands.

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“I don’t mind getting wet.  Actually, Paris is the most beautiful in the rain.” (”Midnight In Paris”)  This wonderful movie also reminds me of New York City.  Both cities are extraordinary.  While I believe NYC is the most beautiful in the snow, Central Park was especially serene on this rainy day:)  (Photo taken on October 24, 2017)


Despite some location continuity problems (we’re in San Francisco fighting the Beyonder in Uncanny X-Men #203, then New York to meet Lady Deathstrike and the Guardian in an issue of Alpha Flight and Uncanny X-Men #205, then back to San Francisco again to fight Freedom Force, and now New York again), we do get to see the consequences of Lady Deathstrike’s attack on Wolverine from Uncanny X-Men #205. Makes you wonder what happen to Deathstrike after Wolverine peeled her open like a robot onion and left her Pentium 2 and SRAM scattered all over the Central Park snow. How would you like to be the jogger to come across that sci fi massacre. (Uncanny X-Men #207 – July 1986)