freezer desserts

shinee hosts a delivery mukbang (eating broadcast)

the spread: yangnyeom (seasoned) chicken with fried dduk (korean rice cakes), fried chicken, jjajangmyun (black bean sauce noodles), extra spicy ddukboki (spicy rice cakes), fried rice, tangsuyuk (sweet and sour pork), soondae (korean blood sausage), jokbal (pig’s feet) 


  • O YA!!!!!!!!!!!!1!
  • totally his idea 
  • could not sleep the night before bc he was thinking about what they should order and from where and morning needs to come faster 
  • tbh he doesn’t really care that it’s a broadcast just that there’s piles of food in front of him and he’s so happy ^▽^
  • keeps blocking other members’ chopsticks with his own when they venture near the chicken (”pls hyung you are too old to be swordfighting like this” / key: “i s2g you only became like this after they named you the chicken maniac YOU HAVE NO ONE TO IMPRESS HERE”) 
  • it’s darwinism, if you want to eat chicken be faster than onew’s speeding chopsticks of doom 


  • lots of reactions while eating like gasping or humming 
  • teases the camera by saying things like “doesn’t this look good~ it’s really good too bad you guys can’t taste it” 
  • looks like a chipmunk bc his cheeks get really full as he just shovels food into his mouth 
  • takes forever to chew whatever’s in his mouth so when he talks it’s mostly incoherent 
  • stashed green tea ice cream in the freezer for dessert 


  • mcing the event
  • reading out comments while he’s eating so not eating at a superhuman pace like the others
  • actually chews his food????
  • stabbed minho’s hand with a chopstick bc he was trying to take the last soondae off his plate 
  • makes lettuce wraps with jokbal and feeds the other members 
  • almost had to do the heimlich on taemin bc he was literally inhaling his food 


  • completely focused on eating the entire time ㅍ_ㅍ 
  • is this a mukbang or a competitive eating contest?? lmk minho??
  • when there’s no more food he’s like ????? who ate it all and blames the other members 
  • well it’s a good thing in the middle of the mukbang he ORDERED MORE FOOD OH YEAH 
  • ddukboki isn’t spicy at all, he feels no pain 
  • it’s fire, he’s fire boi 
  • he does chug a very large glass of water after which does NOT help  


  • plucking and eating all the dduk from the yangnyeom chicken bc honestly it’s the best part (manages to bypass onew’s blockade somehow) 
  • finished two bowls of jjajangmyun like nbd and still calmly eating with no intention of stopping 
  • also pretty much ate all the tangsuyuk by himself (a lot more lowkey about food hoarding than onew is but he’s claimed certain foods as his bc they’re all “subtly” in his corner)
  • smiling v brightly at the camera like he’s not eating his body weight in food 
  • viewers’ comments: woah….. attractive….. terrifying … humanly?? possibly??


  • why do they all eat like they’ve never put food in their mouths before 
  • sm wtf

anonymous asked:

how about some fluffy goodness of prompto's s/o peppering light kisses over the barcode on his wrist? maybe reassuring him, doting on him, whatever you'd like!

I hope you don’t mind anon, but I took this  idea and morphed it into a little summer lovin’ drabble. 

I’m not kidding when I say that I was grinning from ear to ear like an absolute idiot while typing this.😆

It’s light, fun, and fluffy ⇢

The 3 best adjectives in the english language

Puppy love vibes ↓ 🐶

Song: “Oh, It Is Love” by Hellogoodbye

“I will never understand how in the world Prompto Argentum, the daydreaming, imaginative, photographer extroirdinare’s favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla!”

The blonde drew his attention from the frozen custard in his grasp, his expression of sugary excitement turning to mock defense.

“It just so happens that I like to add rainbow sprinkles on top now and again, little lady.”

His guise of confidence could be easily seen through, a small smile peeling from the edges of his lips.

The sight of his playful pose with the treat in tandom with his innocent face invited a myriad of butterflies to flutter about in my stomach.

“Oh, well in that case, excuse me. I didn’t know my boyfriend had such a rebellious taste in soft serve.”

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anonymous asked:

when was the last time scully had a good orgasm followed by a good night sleep the woman looked like she really needed both

When she gets especially run down, usually after she loses a patient, she throws her overnight bag into her giant SUV and heads out of D.C. to spend the weekend with Mulder. She picks up takeout from Mulder’s favorite Italian place and knows he’ll already have a clean, crisp white chilling for her in the fridge just in case she decides to come over. Lately he always seems to have a carton of mint chocolate chip in the freezer for dessert.

Mulder doesn’t much care for mint chocolate chip. He usually eats Scully for dessert.

Tomorrow’s Friday, and she’s had a tough week.

Her bag is already in the car.

I Think It’s About Old Friends

This is literally a week late and I am SO sorry. I’m legit the worst Secret Santa ever. But work and family has finally freed me (for now, anyway), so here is the fic I owed you days ago, @jerememeknox! Beware: I haven’t read or written Jily in years, so who knows if this makes sense. Also, I wanted to add a lot more and at least edit this, but alas! Time is not on my side. Maybe I’ll go back and clean this up on my day off? I hope you like this, despite everything, babe. Heads up, @thewritingcrew!


Rated: T
Word Count: 7,961
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Jily


Not once since she met him has Lily found James Potter funny. Not when James convinced Emmeline Vance brooms are ridden bristle-side front, not when he jinxed his own friend Sirius’ feet to dance all through History of Magic, and certainly not any of the times Severus was caught at the wrong end of James’ buffoonery.

Lily has never even chuckled. Never even cracked a smile.

But when she steps into Charms the week before Christmas and candy canes are floating around the classroom, dangling themselves over light fixtures and fingers and long hooked noses, Lily can’t help the tug that pulls at the corners of her lips; nor can she stop the breathy laugh that escapes her when a candy cane loops itself behind the shell of her ear.

“Isn’t this wonderful?” Marlene asks, sidling up beside her

Lily’s eyes follow Frank Longbottom as he jogs between desks, a candy cane chasing after him. The shrieking laughter of her classmates cottons Lily’s ears. The sticky skin of crystallized sugar bumps against her hand.

“It’s…” Lily blinks at the sight of her classroom, dressed red and white around her. She can’t think of a word to describe the warm feeling this small bit of magic has filled her with.

“It was James,” Marlene tells her, nudging Lily with her elbow, “and Sirius and Remus and Peter. But it was James’ idea.”

And as though his name alone conjures him, Lily meets James’ eye across the room, through the throng of sugar he’s made dance in the air. He grins at her, lopsided, and only then does Lily remember to wipe the smile off her face. She replaces it with a scowl that she knows does not meet her eyes. Her small act of defiance is only cause for him to grin wider.

“It’s a nuisance,” Lily mumbles, pointedly averting her gaze from James. She pushes the candy bouncing in front of her out of her way before marching to her desk. “How are we supposed to get anything done with these things flying around?”

Marlene groans behind Lily, then snatches a candy cane from thin air and points it at her. “You need to stop being such a Snooge, Lily.”

“Do you mean Scrooge?”

“I mean you need to lighten up.” Marlene sticks the cane in her mouth and continues to speak around it. “You don’t have to hate good things just because James Potter made them happen.”

Lily responds by flicking a candy cane from her desk to the floor.

Marlene rolls her eyes, groans again, then slinks away.

Lily tries her hardest to ignore the candy cane debacle all throughout class, but it can’t be avoided when they’re dismissed and something taps her shoulder. Turning around, Lily comes face to face with James, who is looking at her from over his glasses, smirking, holding out a candy cane.

“Forget to take one, Evans?” he asks.

Vision trained on his offering, unimpressed, Lily shakes her head. “Nah, I didn’t.”

She almost laughs again when she walks away and hears James yell “you’re a real Snooge, Evans!” after her.

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Marichat Week Day 7: Purring

Last leg of the race! Let’s go!

Summary: To think out of all people to discover her little secret, it would be him.

Chat stood a rooftop away from a certain classmate’s balcony, contemplating whether or not he should visit her. It was a holiday week and he was extremely bored! There wasn’t much he could do talking to Plagg or refreshing the Ladyblog every two minutes. Was it bad to say that he wished there was an akuma attack so he could see his lady?

His ears perked up at the groan coming from Marinette’s room. With curiosity, he landed on her balcony and knocked on her trap door.

“Chat?” A mumble leaked out of the door. He opened it and looked down at the curled form of Marinette.

“Heyoo, princess.” Chat greeted. “How are you- are you okay?”

She had one arm clenching the bottom of her stomach while the other was curled on the fabric of her pillow. He jumped down and landed at her side, careful of his shoes on her mattress. “Do you have a stomachache?”

“I’m on my period, idiot.” Marinette snapped. Chat blinked.


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Theoretical Demonology

All through college Adelaide told her friends and family she was majoring in Supernatural Studies. She left the ‘Emphasis on Demonology’ out of it. They wouldn’t have understood – sweet, uneasy Addy, choosing a field of study that focused on the most powerful, unpredictable, and uncontrollable preternatural beings known to man?

The truth was, Adelaide hardly understood it herself.

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so i found out only one dessert could be on the official masterlist and since i couldn’t choose between the three designs i had i,, com bi ned,, them

- Sorbet-kun acts suave and mysterious and kinda sadistic when he’s fighting villains but secretly he’s just a fundashi nerd whose best friend is his overweight cat Ice.
- He’s pretty introverted but not exactly shy and likes complaining a lot. Regardless of what from he’s in he gets frustrated easily and is a pro at giving up.
- People assume he’s smart bc of his glasses but he’s kINDA DUMB TBH…
- His saliva and blood are syrupy and taste like his dessert yeeee
- Probably pretty emotional when he’s not in mahou form he’d get really hurt if someone picked out his flaws wahaha. Maybe he was bullied before by the refrigerator desserts for being a freezer dessert which is why he fights crime??? whao


You Raise Me Up

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 1125

Requested by: waiting4thedoctor I hope you like it!

The plate slipped out of your hands and crashed to the floor, shattering as soon as it made contact.

           “Dammit!” you pretty much screamed, “Could this day get any worse?”

           You had been at the bunker alone while Sam and Dean were out on a hunt. You hated being left behind, but Dean had a rule that you had to sit out a hunt if you had to be stitched up on the last one. So, you had the stitches in your thigh to think for this bad day.

           It started with not having any anything when you started your time of the month about five minutes after waking up. And then, while you were at the store, you dropped the gallon of milk in the parking lot and it went everywhere. You had to go back in and get another one. And then, back at the bunker, you ripped your favorite top while taking it out of the washing machine. And now the plate.

           You squatted down to pick up the jagged pieces and felt the sharp edge slice into your finger, “Son of a bitch!” you screamed. You ran your finger under the cold water and hissed at the sting. You grabbed a Band-Aid and put it over your cut with some ointment. You decided to just leave the plate. You were tired of everything going wrong.

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I made this Frozen Coconut Almond Cheesecake last night it’s pretty good but if you make it let it set out for a bit before you eat it… or it will be less creamy and more frozen crystals…

I beat the pudding mix, coconut water, coconut oil (-tsp), almond milk, extract and cinnamon in a large glass bowl for a few mins until it was thick and pudding like. I then folded in half of a container of cool whip. Crunched up some chocolate graham crackers with the 1 tsp of coconut oil and a little sprinkle of water so they stick together when packing down the spring form pan. This is frozen so a little water won’t hurt it.

I padded the graham cracker mixture into the bottom of the spring form pan pretty thinly making sure to cover the seal so my mix didn’t leak in the freezer. I dumped the entire bowl of cheesecake mix into the pan and popped it in the freezer for a few hours.

This was surprisingly delicious.

Try it and tell me if you like it.
Nutritional info from MyFitness Pal provided above.


anonymous asked:

I really very much want to know about the scandal that is afoot in England...

OOOOOOH anon there’s been an ouTRAGE

basically there’s this show called The Great British Bake Off where a group of contestants are given baking challenges and are judged on what they bake and each week someone is sent off and it’s one of the most watched shows in Britain and EVERYONE is obsessed with it and the results are discussed on National Radio every Thursday because Bake Off is A BIG DEAL

and tonight, they were baking Baked Alaska so they all had to put their cake in the freezer. What could possibly go wrong here, right? WRONG. A woman named Diane wanted more room so she TOOK SOMEONE ELSE’S CAKE OUT OF THE FREEZER.

So his whole dessert melted and got ruined and he got really upset and threw it away and she pulled faces at him behind his back and then he was too nice to tell the judges it was actually her fault so HE GOT SENT OUT AND SHE DIDN’T EVEN APOLOGISE.

Basically nothing gets Brits outraged like a blatant display of bad manners when baked goods are at stake #BakedAlaskaGate2014 

Of Waves and Ice Cream Sandwiches

A little Nalu surfer AU for the soul…with detail practice crammed in.

My Gruvia lovefest prompts should be done tomorrow, then I can work on Gajevy Week and Soma Valentine Challenge. I bring this on myself.

Plus, I am a senior in college and my neuroscience class has a coloring textbook that also has an app that reads it to me. I have priorities…college level coloring homework for example~

Lucy rested her head on one of the wooden beams of the ice cream shack, turning her face towards the buffering winds of the old fan fastened to the banisters with a sigh.

Surrounding the tiny shop were many sand dunes speckled with patches of sea grass and oats, a wood boardwalk weaving above them. Beyond that was a stretch of burning sand that made up Magnolia Beach, and even farther was the crisp and steady waves of the ocean.

The taste of salt and heat permeated the air, a faint wisp of coconut and plumeria flowers dancing through the open ice cream stand. Families walked by, children peeking over the bar with eager eyes. The sun shone down on the earth, not a cloud in the sky.

A perfect day for a beach visit

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Raw Three Layer Berry Cheesecake

If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life it would definitely be raw cheesecake. I try not to make them to often though because I’m not very good at rationing out portions. If I make a raw cheesecake I’ll probably have it all eaten within a day or two. Instead I wait for special occasions when there are other lucky people around to share the cake with.

I made this raw cheesecake last month for my very lovely friend Sarah’s birthday and I was extremely happy that everyone there enjoyed it. It was also the first fancy thing (other than smoothies) that I made in my new shiny red Vitamix blender!

Makes 1, 20cm cake


  • ¾ cup raw nuts (I used a combination of almonds and hazelnuts)
  • ¾ cup dates, pitted
  • A pinch of salt

Vanilla Layer:

  • 1 cup cashews
  • Juice of 1 lemon
  • ¼ cup coconut oil, melted
  • ¼ cup agave nectar
  • 1 ¾ tsp vanilla extract

Raspberry Layer:

  • 1 cup cashews
  • Juice of 1 lemon
  • ¼ cup coconut oil, melted
  • ¼ cup agave necter
  • 1 ½ tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 cup fresh raspberries (defrost if using frozen)

Blueberry Layer:

  • 1 cup cashews
  • Juice of 1 lemon
  • ¼ cup coconut oil, melted
  • ¼ cup agave nectar
  • 1 ½ tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 cup fresh blueberries (defrost if using frozen)
  1. Soak all the cashews together in a bowl over night. In the morning drain out the water and give the cashews a rinse.
  2. Line a 20cm spring form cake tin with baking paper. Set aside.
  3. In a food processor combine the nuts, dates and salt for the base. Pulse until you have a sticky crumb. Press the mixture into the prepared cake tin and place it in the fridge while you prepare the filling.
  4. For the vanilla layer place the lemon juice, coconut oil, agave nectar, vanilla extract and cashews into your high speed blender. Blend on high until it forms a smooth and creamy consistency. Pour the vanilla layer over the base.
  5. Repeat the same process for the raspberry layer however add the raspberries along with the other ingredients. There’s no need to rinse the blender before doing this. Pour the raspberry layer over the vanilla layer
  6. Repeat the process again for the blueberry layer, adding in the blueberries in as well. Again there is no need to rinse the blender before doing this. Pour the blueberry layer over the raspberry layer.
  7. Cover the cake tin with foil or cling wrap before placing it in the freezer to set. Freeze for 3 hours or overnight.
  8. Remove the cake from the freezer half an hour before serving.
  9. Left over cake can be stored in the freezer for next time.

Man oh man my body is absolutely feeling this weeks workouts!!

Tonight we did some lifting. I had us start out with some bar good mornings and then we did the usual line up of 5x5 squats, deadlifts, barbell row and bench press. We got up to 95lbs with the squats and I got up to 135lbs with the deadlifts! I can see and feel the strength coming back in my arms. I love it so much.

Followed that up with some ZUMBA. I was pretty spent by song 2 but did my best to keep up. Sarah kept up the intensity and energy tonight for sure!

Now I’m eating some steak and zucchini then there’s a chocolate protein shake chillin in the freezer for dessert for me. Happy food times.


FRESH! : A frozen treat in its natural, perfectly below 0 self. Safe to eat, as always.

MELT: Did you know this is a vital part of it? When something melts, it’s more liable to freezerburn quickly. It will move to the REFREEZE section if not taken out of that cold fridge. Leaving a melted dessert out too long will make it ROT instead.

REFREEZE: You ever got an ice cream from a restaurtant and noticed it melted, so you put it in the fridge and when you took it out later, it was rock solid? That’s this stage.

FREEZING: They start succumbing to freezerburn. Freezerburn is NOT reversible, unfortunately, just as rot is. Up to this point, the dessert is fine to eat!

CORRUPTION: The ice and cold starts to really get to them. At this point they’re fucking gross and you should toss them out. Corrupted deserts are very irritable and will swing from mood to mood, as well as be violent. They will, however, have very limited movement.

FREEZER BURN: Touch them! They’re statues and taste entirely like the plastic or metal in your fridge, caked in ice. MMM, tasty. Freezer burned desserts are permanently frozen and will practically be zombies if unthawed. DO NOT REFREEZE. THROW THEM OUT IMMEDIATELY AND REPURCHASE OR REMAKE. At this point, freezer burned deserts are glued together by ice and will crumble if broken into.

I’ll add more as I think of it! Have fun kiddies

anonymous asked:

Outlaw Queen, 1,4, 7 and 14. Also I love your writing! I can't count the number of times I've read Bakers Dozen! 😊

1: Who makes the other hot chocolate?
Regina, of course. With whipped cream and cinnamon on top.

4: How would your OTP react to having a snow day?
I think that Robin and Henry would sleep in late, but Regina is a creature of habit, and they have small children, so she’d be up early. She’d let Robin sleep in, and get up with the Peanut and Roland, toss a fireball into the fireplace make the whole house seem cozy, and strap the baby into bouncy chair, and then she and Roland would make a super special breakfast, just for them. Snowman pancakes, with powdered sugar snow, and chocolate chips for coal eyes and smiles and buttons. 

Regina would sip her coffee and feed the baby, and laugh at how excited Roland is about snowman pancakes papa has never made snowman pancakes. Something Papa is very indignant about when he finally emerges, well-rested but groggy in that way you are after too much sleep and no coffee. He grumbles about how he could certainly make a snowman pancake, and Regina challenges him to prove it. He does, sprinkling on maybe more sugar than is necessary. Regina had gone light on the powdery stuff, well aware that it wasn’t just decoration, it was high octane Roland fuel. And so, by the time Henry gets up, Roland is practically bouncing off the walls. He takes a chocolate chip pancake, no fancy stuff, and rolls it up and chomps on it as he puts on snow boots and snow pants, his fingertips brown with melted chocolate (it gets on his coat, but they’re going out in the snow, it’ll come off anyway, so Regina doesn’t worry). Henry and a sugar-buzzed Roland head out to learn how to make proper snowmen (it does not escape her notice that Henry had absconded with extra hats and mittens from the mudroom), and a snow fort – two actually, from the safety of which they each try to pelt each other with snowballs (most of Roland’s land far short, but he laughs and laughs anyway.)

Regina watches from the kitchen window, still warm and cozy in her robe and pajamas, still with coffee in hand, and she’s just thinking maybe she’ll go get some work done from home when Robin’s arms come around her waist, and he murmurs against her neck that the baby is sound asleep, milk-drunk and satisfied for her morning nap, and since the boys are outside… Regina smiles, knowingly, and nods, picking their daughter up oh-so-gently, cradling her close as she settles again and then taking her to her nursery, to her crib where she can hopefully get a long, proper nap.

And then, y’know, Robin and Regina head to their room, and shut the door – locking it this time, they’d made that mistake before and it had been days before she and Henry had been able to make proper eye contact – and they make a little “holiday fire” of their own. 

They doze off afterward, unexpectedly, and Regina wakes in the afternoon to find herself alone in bed, but cocooned in warm blankets, the soft sound of voices from downstairs carrying up through her closed doors. Robin’s deeper tones, sometimes almost indistinguishable from Henry’s these days (and that kills her, oh, how it kills her, her little boy is not little anymore), and then Roland’s voice pitching up and up now and then before he’s hushed, a startled cry from the baby that Regina immediately translates as hurt, up and out of the bed before she even thinks, gooseflesh prickling on bare skin. A wave of her hand and she’s dressed in jeans and soft cashmere, and she’s out the bedroom door and  down the stairs, but the baby is already quiet, already laughing.

She’d taken a header on the kitchen floor in an attempt to crawl in her soft, fuzzy reindeer sleeper, but there’s no bruise, not even a bump, and Roland is sitting with her, playing something vaguely reminiscent of pattycake, while Robin and Henry sit at the kitchen island, drinking tall cups of what she thinks were apple cider, empty plates in front of them and in front of the empty stool (that one has a ring of crusts, Roland has recently decided he doesn’t eat crusts - something he must have picked up from another child at school because he never minded them before), dusted with crumbs and smears of mustard and drips of mayonnaise. 

Robin looks at her apologetically, apologizes for waking her, but she’s unbothered. Simply asks, “Who wants apple pie after dinner?”

Roland abandons his sister immediately (much to her disappointment) and where once she had let Henry help her cut butter into flour, now it’s Roland who helps, while she entrusts Henry with the task of slicing apple after apple, warning him over and over to mind his fingertips, mind his thumbs, the baby on her hip (where has Robin gotten off to?) bouncing and swaying as she oversees and instructs. Henry huffs and rolls his eyes, and tells her he knows how to cut apples, come on, Mom, stop worrying. So she keeps her mouth shut, bites her tongue, tells Roland he’s doing a wonderful job.

They have crust and filling all prepared by the time the smell of detergent wafts to her, the soft rumble of the washing machine making itself known, and she feels twin flushes of appreciation and apprehension – Robin has taken it upon himself to start the laundry, and she thinks he’s learned the error of his ways since The Pink Socks Incident, and the Magically Shrinking Sweaters, but she’s not entirely sure.

He takes the baby from her as he emerges, and Regina helps the boys lay out apple slices and pinch the edges of crusts together, and if she takes a peek into the washer while everyone is cleaning up, who can blame her?

Dinner is simple - pasta and sauce from the pantry, and those meatballs she’d made and stored in the freezer - and dessert is warm apple pie and ice cream, and then there’s a movie on the sofa (she has finally been overruled and is forced to sit through Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, and she thinks maybe Henry only chose this one for the potential for her commentary, because she’s fairly certain he has never found her funnier). 

There’s cocoa, and then storytime for Roland (the baby is already snoozing comfortably on her father’s chest), and “lights out in an hour please” for Henry, and then Regina does go into her study for an hour of reviewing town budgets, and jotting notes for the next city council meeting. An hour becomes two, becomes Robin interrupting with a lowball of whiskey for each of them and a knowing look.

He drags her away from her work, curls up on the sofa with her (there’s a fire here, too), and for a while they just lie there and listen to the quiet of the house. And she imagines her children, the baby in her crib, no doubt with her little legs curled underneath her and her butt in the air (Regina cannot imagine how it is comfortable, but she finds her that way more often than not during naptime or middle of the night peek-ins), Roland all snug in his big-boy bed, Monkey clutched in one arm (they really should do something about that, that is a person, but Roland is so attached…), the blanket Granny knitted for him clutched under his chin in the other, snoring (he’s had a cold, he’s worse than Leroy on those mornings she’d gone to the sheriff station to bring breakfast to Graham and the dwarf had been sawing logs in the drunk tank). Henry is still awake, she guesses. It’s late, but he’s thirteen, and he thinks that “reading comics in bed” is the same as sleeping.

It’s nice, this quiet life, their quiet life. When they get to be quiet. And so she tells herself to stop, and to listen, and to breathe, and to savor the little moments. The snow days.

Even if they do result in jeans dryer-blasted until they’re three sizes too small.

7: Does your OTP ever have snowball fights?
Yep. Robin has better aim but Regina can be vicious. It’s a toss-up as to who wins.

14: Would your OTP take a walk together in the snow?

(Winter OTP Questions)