its like cold but not cold out here


Note to self:
Never trust a photographer when she says “Can I practice shooting with you??? I know it’s cold out but It’ll only take a minute, and we’re already here!!! and it’s not even that cold!❤️”  She was supposed to come and help me pack(her and Roman) but she ended up taking shots of us for an hour.
But at least these were cute….*sobs*

I’m probably reading too much into this, but oh well.

So a lot of fans have noticed that Ruby’s new outfit looks a lot like both Penny’s and Pyrrha’s.

Originally posted by yukamononoke

Originally posted by mizukami-sakura

Originally posted by gingerslenderman

But can we talk about how:

Jaune has a belt like Pyrrha’s, in addition to her armor.

Originally posted by akumatized

Ren also has a red belt, as well as sleeves like Pyrrha’s.

Originally posted by yangsmash

Weiss’s new dress looks more like Pyrrha’s, similar to Ruby’s outfit change

Originally posted by bi-furious-fanboy

Yang is now wearing her hair in a ponytail, like a certain deceased red head, even though it must be harder to put her hair up with only one hand.

Originally posted by weissrose

And Blake’s new thigh highs look somewhat very familiar.

Originally posted by yukamononoke


  “In contrast to the opulent interior, with its voluptuous curves and gilded surfaces, the space just outside of it is the exact opposite- cold fluorescent lights flicker onto hard concrete walls covered with fading puck rock posters, like a club that has taken over an abandoned underground bunker…We have designed the lobby and entrance path to be of the "other” Russian aesthetic- rather than lush, czarist Russia, its post-Cold War era.

  For us, the contrast between outside and inside was important to define spatially, and is the reason for the two environments- its literally “war” and “peace.” Inspired by Dave’s lyrics: “There’s a war going on out there somewhere,” and “The war can’t touch us here.” -Mimi Lien, A Total Environment

Phone Tag
Modern Baseball
Phone Tag

Modern Baseball - Phone Tag

Some days I hear it ring
Most days I stay in bed
Maybe I’ll see you when I get home
And we’ll avoid all the things we’ve said



cant decide on a bg so just. heres the transparent version so you can slap it on whatever. preferably smthing warm bc its hecking cold over here jfc 

anonymous asked:

Can you,,,,give me some more,,, autistic! Nico headcannons?? I just,,,I NEED them ~Local autistic boi

>:3c little did u know, local autistic boi, that I am Always Here To Dispense My Autistic Nico Headcanons

• he CANT eat warm food cold like. pizza is supposta be WARM and here u are tryna convince me its fine cold??? fuck no the feeling is WRONG

•sometimes there is a smell so Bad™ that he kinda gag-chokes w/out thinking and he feels Really Bad about it cause he feels like hes bein ungrateful (he still lowkey blames himself whenever he exhibits symptoms like this my poor child …….)

•nico: *blames himself for exhibiting symptoms*

reyna: *nico senses Tingling*


•(real talk,,,,,,,,,,,,, Autistic Reyna tho 👀👀👀)

((i am here to rub my filthy gay autistic hands on everythinf in reach))

•nico hears the words “Autism Speaks” and loses 10 years off his life span, also kills all the flowers within a five foot radius

•sometimes words jus. dont Happen for him and he is left gesturing in frustration


•ALSO CONSIDER AUTISTIC ANNABETH honestly im lowkey projecting on all my faves rn i just want them to be Relatable™ to my worn and broken autistic sou l 

•he has a Very Difficult Time speaking to and even, like, looking at people in the mornings so he gets he breakfast an hour early 

•srsly tho some other demigods eatin their frosted flakes at 5 am? Bad Time™™™ they r like “hi nico” and hes like “mhmrdfmkmd mmhrfUCK You,,, FUCK!!!! “ and then he snatches he coffee and a pastry and Absconds To His Cabin

•he feels kinda guilty later but in his defense no other words were poppin into his brain at the time and apparently saying nothing is Bad™ (@neurotypicals why u got so many Rules im an old man who cant keep up)

• sometimes he doesnt get jokes or sarcasm, he doesnt know when ppl are being serious or not BUT! he has Quality Friends Who Inform Him

anyway that is all for now love u local autistic anon,,,,,, -gem, ur local autistic Gay

Stiles Stilinski Masterlist!


Originally posted by sourwolf-did-you-just

The One With The Fake Out  ( @leejongssuk )

Stiles is so close to admitting his feeling but fucks it up so reader decides to screw with him. Pretty great guys. Here’s her whole masterlist too. Its great guys.

Imagine… ( @imaginationkingdom​ )

Reader is jealous and Stiles is cute. 

Soul Mate Doodling ( @twpackimagines​ )

Soul mate Au. omgomgomg this is so frick fracking cute like kill me.

It’s Cold Outside ( @dunbarsweetheartxo )

I need Stiles to be real. Like shit why isn’t he real? I need a Stiles to cuddle it’s cold all the fucking time. 

Worse Than Werewolfs: Matchmaking Teachers @imaginesofeveryfandom)

This is literally so cute cuz Coach is a freak 

Recon ( @randomfandom-imagines )

Sweet, smol, terrifying babes Allison and Lydia force you to tell them who your crush is.

Heartbeat ( @adriannahobrien09 )

Scott notices Stile heartbeat around you its like dud fuck thats cute

How To Win Spin The Bottle ( @imagine-the-imaginable ME)

Stiles is stupid and suggest playing a game of spin the bottle at a party as an excuse to kiss reader. He gets pretty upset when it doesn’t work..ish


Originally posted by i-dontfollow-instructions

Imagine…  ( @sincerelysaraahh

Damn. Just Damn.

Pack > Mates ( @thevirginwinchester )

Bam, bam chcken and ham. Jeep smut


Immature ( @beta-banshees

So like Liam chests on reader (kill me) and she’s sad an goes to Stiles and like damn. Here’s their masterlist. 

Don’t Touch Her ( @twpackimagines )


Let Her Go ( @selenabrien )

My heart. It  b u r n s. Why is he such a fucking good person???


Originally posted by teenwxlfimagines

Dating Stiles would include~ 

X ( @melwritesshit )

X ( @dunbarsweetheartxo

Stiles Having A Crush on You Would Include… X ( @skygrounderprincess)

Imagine Going to McDonalds with Stiles. X  ( @ourteenwolfs )

How he teases you X ( @wolfy-smut​ )

Imagine wearing Stiles jersey X ( @b3autifuldisast3rrr )

Imagine Stiles Not Wanting to Stop Talking to You X  ( @ourteenwolfs)

Telling Scott & Stiles you have a crush so Stiles preps to fight X  ( @cheshire-asylum​) 

Imagine being Dean’s daughter and telling him you’re dating Stiles X @sincerelysaraahh) I’m still not sure how my mind processes this 

Imagine Wearing Stiles Shirt X ( @imaginationkingdom )

Imagine Stiles Cuddleing Up to Your Hand X ( @ourteenwolfs

Imagine Liam Flirting With You And Stiles Seeing X ( @ourteenwolfs​) Lowkey you should totally make a full fic for this.

“You could have told me you felt like this” X ( @wiccanthrope )

To all the writers on this list if you don’t want to be on it just message me but just a side-note you’re all amazing writers! Absolutely fantastic! And if anybody has more fics they write/ find they think should be added just sent it my way! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @stilinskxxx!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Originally posted by pereswagposts

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Christmas Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Lambie

Words: 1338

Warnings: Kissing

Request: (markimoo28) Hello! Im here to request a “ Merry Christmas to all and to all- wait not you, i dont like you.” for Alex. They start out as enemies but fall for each other in the end? or maybe a “ baby its cold outside” for alex please? Im in a Alex fluff mood XD

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO OUR READERS! These Christmas Specials wouldn’t be possible without you guys, otherwise we would just be two weird people writing Christmas fan fiction for no one to read. Thanks for making us feel less like weirdos lol. I think this is a good salute to the Christmas Specials, and it’s been a fun 12 days. I loved writing this one, and I hope you will love it as much I do. (P.S. Markimoo28, I hope this is similar to what you were looking for. I tried doing the “I don’t like you” and it really didn’t turn out. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as you would the other one. Merry Christmas!)

Alex was busy pointing out the oddities of classic 1940’s Christmas Songs. A smooth jazz voice played over the radio when Alex said, “Who roasts chestnuts on a roasting fire? Like why would you even want to eat chestnuts? We aren’t squirrels!”

He was bundled on the sofa in a heavy blue blanket. He shook his head at every word an iconic artist sang. He picked the songs a part. He was too distracted to notice you were leaving. You had just got off the phone with your parents; they never liked you staying out late. Let alone with Alexander Hamilton. Trouble followed him everywhere he walked.

You shoved your belongings angrily into your bag. You didn’t think about saying goodbye to Alex, you were too annoyed with your parents already. You had two moods with Alex. The first, you laughed at everything he said and you were comfortable. The other was you wanted to just straight up shoot him in the face.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Alex shout, followed by a thump on the wooden loft floor. He had gotten tangled in the blanket and fallen face first to the floor. His hand touched your ankle. You looked down at him, currently in your “other” mood. “Where are you going?” he asked, his hand wrapped around your ankle like a little child begging someone not to go.

He had that kind of look to him. He came across as childish but strong-headed at the same time.

You felt the blanket wrap around your leg, you began to slide across the floor away from the door, back to the sofa. You looked down and about laughed. Alex was dragging his stomach backwards across the floor, both his hands around your ankles. You would have laughed or smiled at this usually, if your father hadn’t just threatened to pull you out of school.

You were attending King’s College, and your dad didn’t want you staying at the college by yourself or being paired with a eccentric roommate. Your family house was only two blocks away from the college. You loved the college and you couldn’t ever imagine what it would feel like to leave. You felt so free here.

So you frowned.

Alex picked himself off the floor and stood up. You cracked a smile as he only came up to your chest. He was always the shortest in any friend group. The person who always stood in the front in school pictures and had to swallow his pride to ask someone to reach for something on the top shelf. Alex was full of only two things; caffeine and rage.

“Hey,” Alex said. “What’s wrong? Why are you leaving?”

“My dad.” you replied, shaking your head. You kept tears from falling. “He is threatening to pull me out of school, because he doesn’t want me to get into any trouble.”

“Education is important.” Alex said.

“Yeah,” you laughed half-heartedly, “I know. I love learning so much and every aspect about it. I wish I could move out entirely, that way my dad wouldn’t have control over me anymore. I just don’t have any place to stay.”

Alex was silent for a moment. Then he said, “You could move in with me.” he said it casually, as if you were two passing neighbors on the street.

“Alex.” you laughed. You shook your head. “That’s crazy. I mean, I don’t know. That would really change things between us.”

He smirked and fell back onto the sofa (he missed the sofa halfway down and landed on the floor, he then stood up and sat down). He patted the sofa suggestively and pulled the blanket from the floor.

“Who cares what your old man says? There is no way he can expect you to walk home in this weather.” Alex gestured to the window. A blizzard was raging on outside. “(Y/N), just stay the night. You don’t have to sleep with me,” he laughed and winked. “Unless you want to.”

You punched him in the arm. He laughed. You shook your head at him and let your head hang in defeat. You were torn. If you went home, you could possibly die in this blizzard. If you stayed, and slept with Alex, or even slept in the same vicinity as him, your father would kill you.

You frowned at the snowflakes painted on the windows.

The radio switched and a jazzy tune played. “Oh no.” you laughed.

You turned around to Alex on his knees singing, “But, baby it’s cold outside.” he took your hands in his and sang to you. You blushed. You shook your head.

“No.” you said. You threw his hands off yours and headed towards the door.

He ran from the sofa, bounding over the cushions and slid in his wool socks across the wooden floor, in front of the door.

“Alex.” you said, hopelessly. “Please. I’ve got to go away.”

“Hey, you gotta sing it.” he said in a sing-song voice.

You rolled your eyes and repeated it, following along with the song.

He pulled you away from the door, to the TV. A burning log on one of those long live streams appeared, he sang, “listen to the fireplace roar.”

You burst out laughing when he sang in a high-pitched voice. “Say, what’s in this drink?” he had ran from the TV to the kitchen. He had picked up a half empty Mountain Dew bottle and gave his best impression of a drunk man.

Alex continued his antics, you spun around watching him run around in every direction putting on a one man show of, “Baby It’s Cold Outside.”

He ran back to you for the last line. He looked at you longingly.

Oh baby it’s cooooold outside.” the two of you sang in unison.

The song faded and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer began to play. “You’re stealing my spotlight, Rudolph!” Alex said, yanking the radio plug out of the wall.

He turned back to you and smiled. He got down on his knees and held out his hands to you. You smiled and placed them in his. “I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice.” you stifled a laugh.

Alex sat back on the sofa and pulled you forward on top of him. You screamed as you fell onto his lap. He threw a blanket over you. You turned to face him. Your faces an inch away. “Your eyes are like starlight now.”

“I wish I knew how, to break this spell.” you stared into his blue eyes.

“Mind if I move in close?” Alex said in a soft non-singing voice. You nodded.

Alex rolled around you, throwing the blanket over the two of you. You were pressed into the sofa cushion, while he sat on top. You both laughed. You turned around to face him. “(Y/N),” he grinned. “It’s cold outside.” he said in a regular voice.

You and Alex shared a look that was filled with a thousand words of understanding and so many other feelings. You put your head on his chest and pulled the blanket around you. Alex reached for the remote and switched off the lights.

“Oh baby, it’s dark in here.” Alex laughed.

A moment away from his lips, you said. “I like it that way.” you took his head gently in your hands. His hands came from under the blanket and ran under your hair. The moment hadn’t passed yet. It was only preparatory. You stared at Alex in the darkness. “Screw it.” you muttered before kissing him.

He pulled away. You frowned at him. “I wish it was colder more often.”

You laughed, your smile returning, as your lips found their way home.

  • Maeve: wow its really cold and rainy out here
  • Lucent: here babe take my coat <3
  • Violetta: ha yeah it IS really cold and rainy...
  • Sergio: well damn i don't control the weather

Ahh that promising burst of morning energy that leaves you in a slump by 2…

I Feel So Cold pt. 2

Welp. Here it is. It’s not my best. I’m sorry. No like its absolute shit

Part 1:

Hux wipes the tear off his cheek, straightens up and turns to the hologram, chest heaving with anger. “I demand that I have time with her before she leaves.” His blue eyes pierce at Snoke.

Snoke looked back at the general, in deep thought. “Ten minutes. Don’t waste them.” Hux nods quickly and runs out. She’s probably back at their quarters, packing. Phasma will most likely be there as well. He dashes like a mad man to their room, receiving strange glances from people while passing. He arrives, quickly punches in the code and sees her standing at the foot of the bed, packing a small back pack. He hears her sobs, they were deep, loud, and heart wrenching. He turns his head to see Phasma, he nods his head, and she exits, guarding the door and giving them some time.

He steps in quietly. “Y/N.” She quickly turns around and races into his arms. He can instantly feel tears leaking through his shirt and onto his skin as he holds her. He lifts Y/N up and carries her onto the bed.

His hands clasp at her shaking shoulders, desperately trying to pull her closer to him. She looks up at him, “I can’t do this. I don’t want to leave you!” She cries. Hux lets out a soft sob, “I know, I know darling, I know. I don’t have much time. Please just don’t think about it. For me.” He leans their foreheads together, and she closes her eyes. Hux gives her a kiss, it was deep. It was filled with so much emotion that he currently had, dread, anger, sadness. He didn’t want to think about you leaving him. It was something unknown to him. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He says sniffing. He takes off his glove, and holds her trembling hand in his.

“I love you too, Hux. I love you so much. What are we going to do?” She wipes away the tears that fell onto his face. “I can’t leave you!”

Hux places a quick kiss on her forehead. “Y/N, wherever you go, I will find you. I promise.”

“You don’t know that!”

He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against hers once again. “You’re right I don’t know that. But there is nothing that will stop me from loving you. There is no one that will separate you from me. You are the best things that has ever happened to me. I-”

His sentence was cut off by a knock on the door. Y/N turns to it. “No. No. No. No.” She shakes her head.

The door opens and two stormtrooper step in. “It’s time to go. Phasma’s currently occupied with something else. Come with us.” One says.

Neither of them move. As if in a trance, they are still looking deep into each other’s eyes, almost as if they are trying to remember what they look like. The trooper grabs her bag then Y/N feels two arms grab around hers, the stormtrooper quickly walks her out, Hux hears her screaming for him, begging him. Again he tries to follow her but the other trooper holds him back. “Sir, it’s best if you don’t.”

Ignoring him, he wrestles out their arms and runs after Y/N. She was taken to a small ship.

She enters it and it locks behind her. Hot tears are blinding her vision and soaking her face. She sits down, head in her hands. Suddenly she hears Hux shouting from outside the door, then banging. “Y/N!” She runs up to the door, and places her hand on it. “I’m here!”

“I’ll find you! I promise I will!” She is pulled away from the door and strapped down to the seat, the ship was taking off. She feels a sharp pain in her arm, a sedative. “Wha-?”

She continues to hear her husbands screams of promises that surely could not be kept. She closes her eyes and drifts off. Whispering her husbands name before it became dark.

Hux watches as the ship lifts into the air. He drops to his knees, head resting in his arms, messing up his hair from grasping it so tightly.

He continued to whisper.

“I’ll find you. I’ll find you. I’ll find you…”

Oneshot: You and Poe Dameron are stuck in a cold bunker

Requested by Anon 

Originally posted by kil2dei

“How much longer do we have to be down here?” You asked Poe, who was tracing up and down the bunker in an effort to keep warm.

“I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to, Y/N,” He said, smiling sadly at you.

You sighed as a shiver ran through your body.

He stopped pacing, and took off his jacket, handing it to you, “Here, take this.”

“N-no, you’ll be too cold,” you protested.

“And you’ll freeze to death,” he laughed, “Take it, I’ll be fine,” he tried to reassure you.

You extended a shaking hand out to him, the cold was starting to take its toll.

He ignored your hand and instead moved closer, putting the jacket over you like a blanket.

He squeezed you tightly, “Better?”

“I am now,” you mumbled to yourself.


“Oh, nothing, I was just saying thank you,” You said quickly. If it wasn’t so cold, you cheeks would heated up in embarrassment.

He nodded, standing up and beginning to pace again.

“You don’t think they forgot about us do you, Poe?”

“You and I make a pretty unforgettable team, Y/N,” He winked, you felt your heart rate quicken, “They’ll come for us… I think,” he added, giving you a hopeful look.

You brought the jacket closer to you, taking in the unmistakeable scent that belonged to Poe Dameron.

You shivered and your thoughts quickly returned to the situation at hand. It was too cold down here, you would pass out before anyone came down to get the two of you.

“My jacket isn’t doing you much good, is it darlin’?” Poe said, looking at you as you struggled to keep warm.

You looked up at him and shook your head.

He crouched down to you, “May I?” He gestured towards your hands, you nodded and he wrapped them in his own, trying to warm them up.

“Your hands are beyond freezing, Y/N,” He observed.

“I’ve never been good with the cold,” You looked up at him sheepishly.

He brought your hands closer to his mouth and kissed them gently, “Well, body heat is meant to be the kind…and with just the two of us in this ridiculously big bunker, we should probably… stay close together?” He finished his sentence as a question unintentionally, a brief wave of nervousness coming over him.  

You hesitated, but you realised he was right, and besides, it’s not like you had a lot of other options to stay warm.

Poe leaned his back against the wall next to you and opened his arms, “Welcome to your personal space heater, Y/N,” he said.

You chuckled moving closer to him, resting your bag against his chest. He brought his arms around your shoulders, resting them gently.

You felt yourself begin to warm up immediately, you exhaled contentedly.

The bunker was quiet, your slow breathing was the only noise you could hear.

“You smell good,” Poe remarked, “Sorry,” he added, realising what he had said.

“Your jacket smells pretty good too,” you laughed.

He tightened is grip around you ever so slightly, and rested his chin on your head gently.

Finally warm and comfortable, you both felt yourselves drifting to sleep.

“You feeling warmer now?” He asked you, yawning.

“Definitely. Thanks Poe.”

“Any time, Y/N. Any time,” he smiled.

Cool breeze!

Lil chilly on the track! To the hoez its cold due to the attire they wear. For tricks you can fuck a lil longer because hoez don’t like cold weather! Keep a thermal with coffee or hot chocolate in your ride. Shit it has been an increase of fine bitchez out here. The reason why college girls are coming to H-Town to make that money for a week on the million dollar track. They travel in groups and do threesome hoping a trick will drop five yards to live out a fantasy!


- georghiousophia request

Steve smoothed your fringe back from your forehead for the tenth time and wiped his eyes for the seventeenth.

The bullet that had hit you during a mission wasn’t fatal but it had only narrowly missed your heart. Without SHIELD’s advanced technology, there was an all-too-probable chance that you’d be dead by now.

He hated seeing you like this. Cold and small, lying in the hospital bed unconscious and connected to a thousand tubes and machines.

He also hated the hospital itself. Stinking of antiseptic, vomit and cheap meals, it made him want to either throw up or throw himself out of the window.

It didn’t help when Tony, your father, burst in and rushed to your side, taking your cold hand in his.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he muttered, running a hand over his tired face. “I got here as soon as I could, sweetie, the doctors told me you’re gonna be OK. Its all gonna be alright.”

Letting his eyes slip close as he rested against the plump seat beside your bed, Steve jumped up quickly when Stark’s voice turned on him. “This was your fault, Rogers.”

“W-what?” the soldier stammered.

“If you had been there to have her back, she wouldn’t have been shot,” his voice cracked on the last word and he fixed Steve with a murderous glare. “I don’t want you to ever see her again,” Stark growled, dismissing the soldier with a wave of his hand, before turning back to you and kissing your forehead.

Steve felt as though he’d been punched in the stomach.

Half way through your boyfriend’s first sentence, you cut him off with, “Are you breaking up with me, Rogers?”

“Oh, umm, y-yes, sort of…” His inexperience of this warmed your heart a little but you knew that there was something a little funny about this situation.

Pressing, “And why’s that?” you crossed your arms where you still sat in the hospital bed and fixed him with a look that said ‘you know I will see through any bullshit you try to pull.’

Inhaling deeply, he muttered, “Because its my fault you got hurt.”

Scoffing, you just rolled your eyes and pulled him down to kiss. “My dad threatened you, didn’t he?” you guessed, pecking his lips a few times more and refusing to let go of his shirt balled in your loose fists.


Kissing him again, you assured him, “Its nobody’s fault. Well, maybe the guy that shot me but that’s beside the point. Steve, I love you and I wanna make this work. Don’t you?”

In answer, he leant down and pressed his lips warmly against yours, murmuring into your mouth, “Like nothing before.”

Baby It's Cold Outside
Allon-s-k & Squigglydigg

Here it is. Stay inside this winter cuz, baby, it’s cold outside.

I bet you weren’t expecting it to come out like this, were you? :>

Me & Squigglydigg

Instrumental Ensemble: Michael Buble


(I really can’t stay) But baby, it’s cold outside

(I got to go way) But baby, it’s cold outside

(This evening has been) Been hoping that you’d drop in

(So very nice) I’ll hold your hands, their just like ice

(My mother will start to worry) Beautiful, what’s your hurry

(My father will be pacing the floor) Listen to the fireplace roar

(So really, I’d better scurry) Beautiful, please don’t hurry

(Well maybe just a little a drink more) Put some records on while I pour

(The neighbors might think) But baby, it’s bad out there

(Say, what’s in this drink?) No cabs to be had out there

(I wish I knew how) Your eyes are like stars tonight

(To break this spell) I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell

(I ought to say no, senora) Mind if I move in closer?

(At least I’m going to say that I tried) What’s the sense in hurting my pride?

(I really can’t stay) Oh baby don’t hold out

(unison) Ah but it’s cold outside


(You simply must go!) But baby, it’s cold outside!

(The answer is no!) But baby, it’s cold outside!

(The greeting has been) You’re lucky that I dropped in 

(So nice and warm) Look out the window at that storm!

(Your sister will be suspicious!) God your lips look delicious

(Your brother will be there at the door!) Waves upon a tropical shore

(Your maiden-aunt’s mind is vicious) Gosh your lips are delicious

(Well maybe just a cigarette more) Never such a blizzard before!

(You’ve got to go home!) But baby, I’d freeze out there!

(I’ll lend you my comb) It’s up to my knees out there!

(You’ve really been grand) It’s a thrill when you touch my hand

(But don’t you see?) How can you do this thing to me?

(There’s bound to be talk tomorrow) Think of your lifelong sorrow

(At least there’ll be plenty implied!) What if I cought pneumonia and died?

(You really can’t stay) Get over that hold-out

(Unison)Ah but it’s cold outside

I think, by now, you’ve realize this is the gender-flipped version of the song, that was included in the original rendition of the song. Halfway through the song, a love-drunk man realizes he was about to leave his own home, and turns back to convince his guest that she has to go home.

Also, forgive me for being off-tune. Still sick, so it was tough keeping on-tune.

Here’s where this version comes from

anonymous asked:

4/4 on you voluntarily cuddling them for the first time,,,,, like serious fluff. I'm obSESSED with fluff I'm sorry and yes it's the same anon that requested the blurb about blushing hi

YES FLUFF - and I’m so sorry this took a million years. Work sucks man but I’m off for at least 9 days so i’m gonna be writing a ton (hopefully)

Masterlist || Requests

Ashton: It was cold. So fucking cold. Ashton had convinced you it was a good idea to go out to the beach to see the stars. (”Babe, its the best view I promise it’ll be worth it!”) And now here you were, freezing your ass off and for nothing. It was a very cloudy night and no stars were to be seen. “For fucks sake Ashton, at least put your arms around me and cuddle like the do in the cute movies.” You say and burry yourself into his chest and he topples over, laughing so hard his entire body shakes. 

Luke: It was late when your flight got in and it took even longer to get your stuff from the baggage claim. But even by the time you were done, Luke wasn’t there yet. Instead of staying inside the stuffy airport, you ventured outside and sat on the sidewalk with your bags. It was better to wait out here for him. After what felt like forever, a black car with a familiar blonde haired boy in the backseat drove up. “About time,” You mumbled, but your anger was instantly washed away as your best friend took you into a massive bear hug. Instead of responding, he simply grabs your luggage and hauls it into the car ushering you in. You don’t even make it to the main highway before you are snuggling up close to Luke. “What are you doing?” He whispers but you simply scoot yourself closer and lay your head in his lap. “Cuddling you, you fucking weirdo. I’m tired and you are comfy so shhhh…” 

Michael: “Are you finished playing that game yet?” You whine as Michael ignores you, too far into the video game to even register that you said anything. You let out a sigh as you watch him. He’s leaning back against the couch, controller gripped in his hands. An idea suddenly pops in your head and you crawl over to Michael, wiggling your way into his lap so that you are straddling him. “What the fuck,” He mumbles as you take him off guard. You burry yourself into his neck and wrap your arms around his middle. “Stop ignoring me and cuddle me you nerd,” You mumble into his neck and he sets his controller to the side and pulls you closer.

Calum: You hadn’t intended to stay with Calum this long. You two had gone on a few dates back home, but Calum wanted you to come out on tour with in for a bit. He wanted to spend time with you and while that should have been a sweet gesture, it freaked out the heck out. He was a rockstar, in a new city every night and could have any girl he wanted. Why did he choose to fly you out to him and to bring you around? You’d agreed and you were getting excited to spend the next week seeing how he lived his life during tour. After watching the boys put on an amazing show, it was time to relax in the bus. They had to leave just after the show to make it to the next venue. All the other boys had gone to their bunks and it was time for the two of you to go to bed as well. Calum managed to clean out the bunk under his for you and kissed your cheek before slipping into his bed. You laid down for 10 minutes before the intense loneliness of being away from home hit. You crawled out of the bunk and peeked to see if Calum was asleep yet. You could see the faint light of his phone so you pulled back the curtain and silently slipped in. He didn’t say a word as you cuddled up close to him. Instead he just wrapped his arms around you and that’s how you two slept the the entire week. 

anonymous asked:

How would kuroo, tanaka, futakuchi, bokuto and suga spend a snow day with their significant other? (Its been snowing a lot where i am hehe) thanks for all your hard work! Your blog is the best

(Thank you for the kind words! Your love of the blog is what keeps it going

Also I’m so glad it’s cold where you live bc here’s it’s like living in a freaking over-heated oven or sth I swear. I miss winter and cold pls come back)

Kuroo would opt for going to a nearby coffee shop with his partner and share a cup of something warm. While he isn’t the biggest snow fan out there, he does enjoy the romantic atmosphere that it gives and he’d be sure to take advantage of that by taking his partner out; he also likes that he tends to be like a walking heater so his partner naturally sticks to him in hopes of warming up but that wasn’t his main motive behind his wanting to go out -or so he says-. Once back at their place, he’d get under a warm blanket alongside his partner and either watch cheesy movies or just cuddle; he wouldn’t mind either option really.

Tanaka would inmediately want to go outside and play with the snow; it didn’t matter if they made a snowman together, had a snowball fight or if they just layed on the floor making snow angels; so long as he was with his partner, any activity was fine for him. If it were up to him, he’d stay outside as long as possible but the minute he sees his partner shivering or just being cold in general, he’d suggest going back inside -as their well being was more important than his amusement- and have something warm to drink. 

Futakuchi strikes me as the kind of guy who doesn’t enjoy snow or cold much so he’ll want to stay inside as much as possible. He’ll wrap himself in a blanket burrito-style, only opening his cocoon of warmth to either drink a hot beverage his partner brings or to let said partner inside and share warmth. He’ll also cuddle a lot with his partner and complain about how cold it is while doing so. He and his partner would also watch a movie or two and eat a lot of junk food while still not moving from their blanket burrito, still enjoying the warmth they shared with eachother.

Bokuto would prefer to spend as much time outside, having fun with his partner. They’d have constant snowball fights and he’s also the kind of person who might put a bit of snow inside his partner’s clothes just to see their reaction (he’d be quick to apologize if that really annoyed them though). Unlike Tanaka, he wouldn’t be able to notice when his partner gets too cold as he’s too into the fun activities that they were doing; he’d only go back inside once his partner tells him they’re too cold and that they wish to go back inside -he’d probably whine a bit before ultimately agreeing-.  Once inside, he’d be all for cuddling with his partner in order to regain their body warmth and he wouldn’t move or let his partner move until he thought that they were totally warm.

What Sugawara would do on a snowy day would really depend on what his partner wanted since he’s pretty much okay with anything. If his partner wanted to go outside, he’d take them for a walk on the snowy streets to see the scenery, all while having their hand on his coat pocket in order to hold it as they walked. He’d also suggest going to a coffee shop and have a warm beverage and something to eat before going back home. If his partner didn’t want to leave the house however, he’d be a lot like Futakuchi in the sense that he’d cuddle with his partner under a warm blanket while drinking a hot cocoa and eating some snacks. He’s also very likely to fall asleep with his partner on top of him while still being wrapped in the blanket.