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Pockets (byeler)

so im in my latin class on the last day before winter break and its so cold that i literally cant feel my hands and then i thought of byeler and yeah

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“Why didn’t you wear gloves, Mike?”

Icicles were practically growing out of the boy’s fingernails, crisp December air gripping both Mike and Will even through their thick sheath of jackets as they stood behind the school, Lucas and Dustin enthralled in their own conversation about going ice skating on Friday. It was bound to start snowing at this rate, though Mike didn’t seem to mind having to huff his warm breath over his palms and rub them together to ward off frostbite, his shorter boyfriend however coming prepared with a pair of black gloves probably sewn straight from Joyce. At Will’s concerned question, Mike pulled his eyes from the peculiar pattern of Dustin’s beanie to smile down at him, a loose shrug nudging at his shoulders.

“Forgot ‘em. And I luckily forgot them on the same day that I wear a jacket without pockets.” Sarcasm coated Mike’s tone as he let a puff of air escape past his lips, crystallized breath fogging in the air, “Just…awesome.”

Will blinked, snorting a little at the boy’s misfortune, at the same time glancing down at his own hands, sheathed and warm. He tucked a thumb underneath one of the hems, “I could lend you mine-”

“Will, I love you, but there’s no way that your Barbie gloves are gonna fit my hands.”

“Come on, your hands aren’t that much bigger than mine.”

“No - here - I’ve got a way better idea.”

Will scoffed at his reluctance, but quickly felt a blush creep over his cheeks and ears as Mike snagged him by the waist and soon had him in a warm embrace from behind, a slew of giggles leaving the shorter boy as Mike easily slid his hands into the pockets of his boyfriend’s moss-colored jacket. Mike sat his chin comfortably on top of his head, humming contently as Will flusteredly let him. Being so close made his heart thump hard in his chest, feeling warmer than ever.

“See? Now we can be all sappy and my hands can be toasty.” Mike’s voice sent a flowery feeling up Will’s spine, shaking his head with amusement as he smoothly slid his own hands into his pockets as well, gloved fingers intertwining with icy, pale ones that belonged to the boy he adored more than anything.

Just as Will had began melting into the warmth provided by the taller boy’s arms around his waist, Lucas clicked his tongue from the brick wall, though a grin parallel to Dustin’s pulled at his lips.

“Something tells me that Mike’s gonna ‘forget’ his gloves every day from now on.”

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Это самая прекрасная зима на моей памяти.
Зеленые и желтые травы, дрожащие в объятиях тумана, хрустальные слезинки на кончиках ветвей… Грибы, похожие на кружевное жабо, мхи, словно бархатные платья, облегающие стройные деревья.
И, всё еще устало цветет календула, похожая на маленькие огоньки душ.
Всё это - словно Жизнь после Смерти.
Если бы зима всегда была такой - думаю, что я смогла бы ее полюбить.



This is the most beautiful winter. Green and yellow grass trembling in the arms of the fog… Crystal tears on branches. Mushrooms look like lacy jabots and moss like velvet in which dressed slender trees.
And the tired calendula is still blossoming, like the small lights of souls.
It’s all like Life after Death.



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imagine:  hvitserk teasing you because he loves to be the reason behind you blushing. 


  Hvitserks’ words coiled from his tongue so suavely, so amorously that they sniped at your heart, causing your stomach to fold itself five times over giddily: To which not only dusted your cheeks deeper, but stained them a rich red shade, in which clouded your entire countenance, all the way to your delicious collar bones, - much like blood fogging crystal-clear water -.

  This particular sight was an amusement and both an other-worldly and delirious drug that fed this Prince of Kattegat’s energy. It caused his lips to extend into a wolf’s leer before they smugly inched towards the rim of his drinking horn, retreating in a mocking chuckle.

  And as he would drink his ale, your mind too clouded to think of anything witty to retort, - to throw pitifully back at him -, he would continue to stare at you, an even darker hue smoldering in his dancing orbs.

  With his drinking horn receding from his handsome mouth, suddenly his lips would spread further, his sharp pearly white teeth appearing. “Are you always this silent, (Y/N)? Or have my good looks and tempting words left you so speechless?” He’d wink, not his best work, though it would get you all the more roused up into a frenzy of…

  “You wish you…” and a torrent of curse words flooded out, in which you snarled out acerbically, as you whirled around to retreat, waving your figurative white flag in defeat. This only fed his addiction of this same routine, causing him to long for the very same pattern to occur the very next time.


hvitserk gif : source - 🏹


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Light Pillars over Alaska : What’s happening behind those houses? Pictured here are not auroras but nearby light pillars, a nearby phenomenon that can appear as a distant one. In most places on Earth, a lucky viewer can see a Sun-pillar, a column of light appearing to extend up from the Sun caused by flat fluttering ice-crystals reflecting sunlight from the upper atmosphere. Usually these ice crystals evaporate before reaching the ground. During freezing temperatures, however, flat fluttering ice crystals may form near the ground in a form of light snow, sometimes known as a crystal fog. These ice crystals may then reflect ground lights in columns not unlike a Sun-pillar. The featured image was taken in Fort Wainwright near Fairbanks in central Alaska. via NASA

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