i want snow soon


The Kings and Queens of Winter (original)

Their father once said that in winter, they must protect one another, keep each other warm, share their strengths.  So they shared their strength, and their crown as well.

Brandon, King of Winter
↳ King Brandon was King Robb’s true heir, and Lord Eddard’s before him.  When the crown passed to him, it was he that bade his siblings share its responsibilities with him.  Though some of the lords bannermen of House Stark thought this meant that Bran–a cripple since the age of seven–was weak, they soon learned the strength of the decision.  A true king of winter, Brandon said, is one who prepares for winter, not just endures it.  And the best way to prepare for winter was to make sure that all needs were being met, and thus that each was given the full attention of a member of his house.  (It is also said that when there was strife in the North, King Brandon knew about it long before word officially reached Winterfell.  He was blessed by the Old Gods, it was said, with magical sight and hearing, and understood the language of brooks and trees.)

Arya, Queen of Justice
↳ Queen Arya took it upon herself to protect the smallfolk.  She had seen, she told her brothers and sister, their suffering and lived it during the War of the Five Kings, when Lannister and Stark warred in the riverlands.  She had seen what evil men could do when left unchecked and found such evil intolerable in the lands of her blood.  When justice was needed, it was Queen Arya who rode out from Winterfell.  Though songs are sung of Queen Arya’s justice, it was known that her mercy was far more powerful.  Justice, she had been known to say, was nothing without mercy–true mercy, the gift of mercy.  Though far more celebrated for lives she took in the name of her house, her justice was not merely the enforcement of the law but the weighing of it.  If she heard a man’s final words and thought he did not deserve to die, he did not die by her blade.  (Though there were songs sung of Arya’s justice and her mercy, the more celebrated songs are ones of magic.  The most creative of these songs are ones that say she wears the skin of a direwolf and heads a pack of thousands.  Such songs are songs, however, and should never be misconstrued for fact.)

Jon, King of Peace
↳ King Jon was not a Stark, though when the doom of the world was nigh, the lords of the North crowned him king.  He gave his crown to Brandon, Lord Eddard’s trueborn son, when the war ended, and King Brandon shared it with him in return, calling him brother though they shared neither father nor mother.  King Jon fought for the living, and fought for peace, and though he was known as the king in the north who led armies in battle, he knew success by how infrequently he was called upon to fight.  When Jon was home, the realm knew peace; when he rode forth, it would know peace again soon.  (There were whispers that King Jon could not be killed for he had no beating heart inside his body.  Any wound he took remained with him until the time of his passing.  Such tales, however, could not possibly be true for what man can live without a heart?  And while it is known that King Jon rode a dragon into battle at least once in defense of the North, that he had no heartbeat could not possibly be true.)

Sansa, Queen of Prosperity
↳ Queen Sansa learned coin from Lord Baelish, who helped her return to the North following a period of captivity in King’s Landing.  If Lord Baelish was one of the more clever masters of coin that the realm had ever seen, under his tutelage, Queen Sansa came to know the power of gold and markets–vital to the recovery of the North following a long war and a longer winter.  Queen Sansa knew when sternness was required, but the realm knew her to have a generous hand, and through her guidance the North came to know prosperity again.  Artisans flocked to Winterfell, for Queen Sansa dearly loved music, and bakers competed in making the best lemon cakes for her.  (Rumors plagued Queen Sansa for most of her days that Lord Baelish’s untimely demise–an illness that tore through him and slew him in his sleep–was wrought from poison she slipped into his glass of Arbor Gold.  Rumors of poison have followed Queen Sansa ever since the death of Joffrey Baratheon, and thus cannot be trusted to hold any merit at all.)

Rickon, King of Reaping
↳ King Rickon was the youngest of his siblings, and barely more than a babe when his parents died.  He lived his early days among the people, and in fear that Boltons or Greyjoys would find him and slay him in his sleep.  Though many believed that he had died at Theon Greyjoy’s hands when the Prince of Salt and Rock took Winterfell, it soon became known that Greyjoy had slain two farmer’s boys and passed them off for the young princes of Winterfell.  Though King Rickon was likely too young to remember such an event, he was known to mention it often in his work, for he turned himself to the reaping every autumn when the harvest moon rose, making sure that no farmer felt unable to tend to his fields, and that the North was prepared for the oncoming winter.  (As with his brothers and sisters, there are flights of fancy that have entered the realm of myth for King Rickon as well.  If Queen Arya headed a pack of a thousand wolves, it is said that King Rickon wore the skin of a great black wolf that would use his size and strength to protect the smallfolk from smaller packs who would set their eyes on livestock.  Such tales are merely tales, though, for no man can wear the skin of a wolf.)

more quick doodles since i really shouldn’t be drawing right now;; this time the characters from carry on! just getting a feel on their designs cause i wanna draw them for realsies sometime.


askhfl;ghlsd i”M CRINGING sO HARD as i’m typing rn

But this is the bias snow selfie tag thing that I’m actually doing wow what a surprise!! (tagged by @hwangminyeo and @kangniel who are gorgeous!!) and the first selfie tag i do is next to kang daniel, aka the literal human embodiment of perfection smh um yeah I also decided to go all out and do the infamous nose scrunch (but it’s somehow less cringy than the other one)

I tag @lovebugi @idaehwi @dxnghyuns @memelordjisung @protectjonghyun @woojiniee (feel free to ignore bc i know u already will but if u do it i’ll love u)

“You’re more beautiful than she ever was.”

i really like you

Last fic for the Jon/Sansa remix week! These were all really fun, and I had such a great time doing it. I really hope everyone enjoyed reading these fics as much as I enjoyed writing them. This last fic is based upon Mirculous Ladybug and the ship Adrien/Marinette, though they aren’t a ladybug and a cat. :)

This was actually hard to write bc I don’t really have a plot for this story, more like little snippets, so this is one of those. I would love to expand on this story though.

The title is after Carly Rae Jespsen’s I Really Like You.

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I bet Grantaire’s one of those people who’re like IT’S SPRING! the moment it hits March and busts out the spring wardrobe and insists that he can totally see flowers blooming everywhere and is dead excited about all the lil baby animals soon to come

and Enjolras is still in a heavy winter coat with the hood up and two scarves standing behind Grantaire as he points at a totally-still-dead flower patch silently going Fuck me hell no it is too early for this shit, but not saying anything because hey, Grantaire’s excited and who is he to trample all over that joy?

(170129) Jooheon’s Fancafe update
Hi, Monbebe. It’s the Lunar New Year. Is everyone eating delicious food and having a good time? I miss you all… It’s cold, so be careful when you go out… I want to meet you soon ㅠㅠ Monbebe… When white snow comes and when a cold winter comes, you melt me warmly… You know right? I’m always thankful and I cherish you! ^^

translated by kinghyungwon ϟ take out with full credit.


Beta-ed by my darlin’ @simplyshelbs16xoxo
Just some Sherlolly Fluff with a hint of Angst, I guess?
 I don’t know why but somehow my mind fancied the idea of Sherlock and Molly searching for a house to call their future home. Anyways, have fun reading! All mistakes belong to me! Also, please tell me what you think :)

“It is beautiful,” Molly said as her fingers brushed against the old wallpaper.

The floor underneath them made a cracking sound with every hasty step they took.

“But we do not have the money for this, Sherlock.” she remarked and her eyes met his.

Their faces were illuminated by the soft light that broke through the coloured windows in the hallway. Molly sighed soundly.

“I know, but at least let us continue the tour, Molly,” he reached out for her hand. A gentle smile was dancing upon his lips.

They followed the estate agent into the kitchen, where she told them about the precious tiles underneath their feet.

“Here would be a good place for a dining table,” she pointed towards a spot in front of a huge twin window which released a breathtaking view to the garden behind the house. The leaves of an old oak tree were dancing in the autumn wind, shifting from side to side as if they were following a silent melody.
Molly let her gaze wander over the ancient stone wall that surrounded the property.

“That tree looks like it could carry a swing,” Sherlock said and pointed towards a birch.

She squeezed his hand and sniffled, blinking away the tears that were shimmering in her eyes.

“Did I say something wrong?” his voice was filled with worry.

Molly shook her head and turned away from the window to smile at the estate agent, “I would like to see the bedroom, please.”

The stairs were carpeted with red fabric which formed a contrast to the ebony stained handrail.
They let their fingers slide over the smooth wood as they climbed upstairs.
Molly barely listened to what their agent told them about the bedroom and the chandelier, hanging above them. She only caught fragments of the conversation; prices, suggestions of where to put the bed, or which wallpaper harmonized the best with the parquet floor.
Molly released her hand from Sherlock’s and started to move into the room next door. It had the perfect size for a children’s bedroom and Molly had to suppress a sob as she spotted that the previous owners of the house had had the same idea. The light-blue paper on the walls was crested with tiny sailing boats.

“I assume that I am not the only one with a weakness for pirates.” she felt his strong hands around her waist.

He pressed a kiss into her hair before whispering, “What is wrong, Molly?”

“Nothing,” she assured him.

“Well, maybe the attic will change your mood,” Sherlock grinned and took her hand to spin her around.

There was a small staircase at the end of the hallway, which lead to the attic.

“It is quite big,” the estate agent said as they moved upstairs, “- the previous owners used it as a party room.”

They stopped in front of a wooden door, the estate agent fast searched for the matching key.

“Close your eyes,” Sherlock suddenly said.

Molly frowned and crooked an eyebrow at him,”Why should I?”

Instead of answering he covered her eyes with his hands.


“Well, you never listen to me, woman,” he smiled and guided her through the door.

“Okay, I will be removing my hands in a few seconds but you have to promise to keep your eyes closed till I tell you to open them, understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Molly giggled.

She kept her eyes closed with a bright smile upon her lips,”What are you doing? Is there a dead body up here?”

“Nope.” Sherlock answered popping the ‘p’.

A few moments passed before he spoke again, “Okay, you are allowed to open your eyes, now.”

Her eyelids fluttered open and her breath got caught in her throat when she noticed the “Welcome Home” banner, hanging down in front of her.

“What?” her voice was barely a whisper. The tears she had tried to hold back were now rolling down her cheeks.

“I bought it.” Sherlock said smugly.

“You did what?!” Molly couldn’t believe her own two ears.

“I bought it,” he repeated, “Mummy and Daddy were so nice to lend me some money, Mycroft as well.”

“Mycroft?” she pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. Opposing to her assumption she was wide awake, “Ouch!” she exclaimed and rubbed her arm.

“Yeah, he owes me some favours,” Sherlock explained, smiling at the mixture of disbelief and pain on her face.

“This is crazy,” Molly stated and let her eyes wander through the room. It was nearly empty, a few cupboards where the only leftovers of the previous family that had lived here before.

“Molly, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Sherlock sank down to one knee, “- here. And even if you do not want to have kids. Hell, I will buy ten cats for you and we will take care of them. I want to grow old with you, sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch while watching the leaves falling off the trees. I want to cuddle with you in front of the fireplace in the living room when it is snowing outside. I want to kiss you awake every morning as soon as the sunlight shines through the arched windows of our bedroom. I just want to be with you, Molly Hooper. And it would make me the happiest man on earth if you wanted to be with me until we are old and grey.” he opened the small velvet box in his hands.

Molly’s vision was blurry as she carefully approached him, “Yes! Yes, I want to grow old with you, Sherlock Holmes.” she smiled.

Sherlock let out a sigh of relieve before slipping the noble ring over her finger. He was barely up to his feet when Molly was already pressing soft kiss all over his face.

“I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

“And I love you,” he grinned and closed the distance between them.

PS: I am still horrible at making up titles.

28/9/17 . 6/100 days of productivity.

working on phrases and clauses. i think i get it? i’ve had a lot of lessons very similar to this topic but it’s still taking me a while to fully understand. how was everyone’s day? i made ramen for myself, even though it was pretty hard to walk around. the weather is nice… a bit too hot for my likings. winter is my favorite season! i hope soon it cools down! but i don’t want any snow until i can walk again!! ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

rolanberrycheesecake  asked:

Question 13 for Munday!

13) Favorite holiday?

Christmas!! I love the decorations. It’s been several years since we were last able to visit, but our last trip to New Jersey was just after Christmas so we got to see all the decorations and snow and it was amazing! I really want to go back soon. Starlight is also a big plus for me too. The snowmen everywhere are adorable!

in honor of harry playing in nashville tonight i’m wearing the coolest shoes i own (also because its going to snow soon and i want to wear them before i can’t but yknow. it’s both)

Winter storms
  • Aries: Makes a snowman.
  • Taurus: Makes hot chocolate.
  • Gemini: Makes a fort and reads.
  • Cancer: Sleeps under a warm blanket.
  • Leo: Sleeps all day.
  • Virgo: Reads in bed.
  • Libra: Jumps around in it and then runs back in.
  • Scorpio: Watches the snow fall.
  • Sagittarius: Takes pictures.
  • Capricorn: Makes cookies and cleans the house.
  • Aquarius: Builds an igloo out of snow.
  • Pisces: Makes a snow angel.

anonymous asked:

What's your favorite Kendrick movie moment? It's hard for me to choose, but it might be "fuck you dude!" from Rapture palooza...I just love that movie. Although she's also really good in Rocket Science and I can totally see how that lead to Up In The Air. And what about fav Brittany movie moment? I loved Dial A Prayer, but Call Me Crazy was just spectacular! She was soooo good in it, it made me weep!!!


Because my immediate instinct is to say that this moment and the proceeding ten seconds because there’s just so much fucking feeling in there and it really gets me every time, LIKE THE ENTIRE SONG DOES, but then I think about your moment

which is really just perfect, like all of her moments in that film. But then I think about this and how her reactions between here and when she gives in just make me really happy every time I see/hear this? And then this which isn’t even IN the film. And… well. Okay. You can clearly see my problem here?

I’m guilty of not having seen Brittany in too much outside of Pitch Perfect, but she was just really fantastic in Dial A Prayer. That whole open scene where she’s first at the office made me so freaking uncomfortable for her, which I think was the intent? She’s brilliant. I felt for her every second of the way. I also enjoyed her in the jacket. *nods* I’m like… I’m a big fan of that jacket. Also, every second she’s on screen during the final number in PP1. Because holy hotness, Batman. 

Okay, I feel like I’ve gone on far too long here.