patch of snow


One Cold Night; 17K, nsfw. They work a case, get snowed in, and share a bed, all in time for Christmas.

“Dean, are you all right?”

“Yeah. I’m just ─” Dean shivers again. His teeth clack together. “Jesus Christ, it’s cold.”

The diner ─ Noemi’s ─ is bigger than a boxcar, but not by much. The counter is crowded up against the bright red booths, and the strip of black and white floor between them is loud enough to make Dean’s eyes cross. Christmas lights and fake pine garland are swooped around the walls. The heater is cranked up so high that the vents are whistling; it feels like a blast furnace after the hour Dean spent staring at a bloody patch of snow.

The guy they want is about halfway down the aisle. He fits the description Dean got from the park rangers ─ a junior college dropout who swings a wrench at the body shop off the highway. He’s wearing a dirty bomber jacket and dark brown coveralls, and beanie is pulled down around his ears. He’s hunched over a hot chocolate topped with what looks like a whole can of whipped cream.

“Excuse me,” Dean says. “You Louis Burgin?”

After a pause, the guy looks up. A handful of lank, dishwater hair falls in his face. His visible eye is bloodshot in a ‘hair of the dog’ kind of way; he rubs it and asks, “Who wants to know?”

“Agent McCafferty.” Dean flashes his badge, then nods at Cas. “Agent Charlton. FBI. We have some questions about the night James Oester died.”

Burgin pauses again. Then he shrugs and pushes his hair out of his face. “Whatever, yeah.”

[read it at AO3]


etsyfindoftheday | 10.8.16

STEAL OF THE WEEK: embroidered summer/winter bear patches by shopnds

iron on an embroidered bear patch in your choice of summery black bear with cacti or wintry white polar bear mountain scene. $9 apiece or both for $16!

Imagine pocket-sized Dino making snow angels on the untouched patch of snow.
“Y/n!” *yells while trying his best not to move*
“Can you pick me up without ruining my snow angel please?” *smiles at you*
*stares at his angel and points at it*
“It’s Jeonghannie hyung.”

💖Ordinary Adventure- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  Can I request a Remus x Ravenclaw reader where it’s Valentine’s Day and Remus and the reader go out to hogsmead and he takes her to three broomsticks (I think) and then a bookstore and they end up sitting by the lake reading the books they got afterwards and maybe they snog a bit. Sorry if I’m requesting too much.

White patches of snow still linger on the streets of Hogsmeade as Remus Lupin takes the y/h/c haired girl by the hand and guides her inside The Three Broomsticks, her blue-grey scarf dancing in the wind of the cool winter day as she giggles. The smell of cigarettes and sugary sweet butter beer overwhelms her senses and she sits with him and listens to his voice compose sonnets with simple words and watches the way he taps his fingers on the wooden table as they wait on liquid filled goblets and find themselves drunk off each other before alcohol even touches their lips. There is a joy that flutters around her overwhelmed mind as she sees him inhale the smell of an old book, just as she always does, and a fondness spreading through her heart as she watches him hand over gold coins in exchange for a leather bound volume. 

The trees are still bared of leaves as they sit on damp grass, drying it with the wave of their wands and excitedly pulling fiction out of canvas bags, opening worn pages and letting words morph into painted pictures in their minds, occasionally slipping from their lips and doing story telling pirouettes around their heads. They draw chuckles and gasps from their lips, which meet soon after, fireworks crackling on their tongues and electricity coursing through their bones, as pink lanterns light up the windows of Hogwarts, reminding the world of Valentine’s Day. 

Slytherins are

the outlines of different-shaped books stacked in the dark, the glide of a mermaid’s tail parting the waters of a murky lake, the satisfaction of disturbing a large patch of untouched snow, sooty fingers rummaging through burnt logs and the ashes of secret messages, opening your closet with the lights on at night to check for monsters, the tiredness of your limbs after staying above water for too long.

Winter Moon Water

There are tons of different ways to make moon water, but in celebration of the full moon coming up, I’d like to share my favorite way to make moon water in winter: with snow! If you live in a region that has snow on the ground during the full moon, this is a good opportunity to make some unique moon water.

How I make Winter Moon Water in six easy steps:

  1. Find a patch of undisturbed snow and collect as much or as little as you need in a jar or other seal-able container 
  2. Charge it with your intent
  3. If you want, you can surround the jar with crystals, herbs or incense to help charge it
  4. Leave it to charge (either outside or inside on a window sill, it doesn’t matter)
  5. Retrieve it when you’re satisfied that it’s charged (I typically collect mine before the sun hits it)
  6. Boil. The. Fuck. Outta. That. Shit. While I love collecting water from more natural sources, it can have all sorts of bacteria or other nasties in it, so make sure to boil and/or filter it especially if you plan to ingest it.

Now your Winter Moon Water is ready for whatever you have planned!

i live for days like today where it’s been cold for so long that 40 degrees feels like summer and i can walk my dog and feel the wind without it stinging my face and there’s still piles of leaves laying around from fall but there’s also patches of unmelted snow. it’s like every season in one day i love it

When I was a little boy, we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain. And behind our house, there sat under a tree an old man. A hermit, a monk. He’d lived under this tree for half his lifetime, so they said, and had learnt the secret of life. So, when my black day came, I went and asked him to help me… I’ll never forget what it was like up there. All bleak and cold, it was. A few bare rocks with some weeds sprouting from them and some pathetic little patches of sludgy snow. It was just grey. Grey, grey, grey. Well, the tree the old man sat under was ancient and twisted, and the old man himself was, he was as brittle and dry as a leaf in the autumn… He just sat there silently, expressionless, and he listened whilst I poured out my troubles to him. I was too unhappy even for tears, I remember. And when I’d finished, he lifted a skeletal hand and he pointed. Do you know what he pointed at? A flower. One of those little weeds. Just like a daisy, it was. Well, I looked at it for a moment and suddenly I saw it through his eyes. It was simply glowing with life, like a perfectly cut jewel, and the colours… the colours were deeper and richer than anything you could possibly imagine. Yes, it was the daisiest daisy I’d ever seen… So, later, I got up and I ran down that mountain and I found that the rocks weren’t grey at all. They were red, brown, purple and gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow, they were shining white. Shining white in the sunlight.
—  The Doctor, Doctor Who, ‘The Time Monster’
Worth It

Philip Hamilton x Reader
Prompt: 40 “Don’t you dare throw that snowba- Goddammit!”
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 1343


There was no weather in the world that could get you more excited than snowy weather. The warm clothing, the hot drinks, the snowmen and of course, your personal favorite, the snowball fights. What better way to show you affection towards someone than to fling freezing cold, dripping wet snow into their faces and clothes. Snowball fights were the best part of snowy weather to you, so when your best friend and long time crush, Philip took you put to the park to enjoy the previous nights heavy snowfall, what would happen was inevitable. He’d been talking about law, his fathers old job or something when you’d found a particularly good patch of snow. Not too wet, not too hard and enough to compact into one perfect ball. You gathered the snow into your hands as Philip began to cross over one of the bridges, laughing about something or rather, when he turned around to see if you were following, that smile was wiped off his face.
“Y/N.” He warned, putting his hands out in front if him, as you stood a mere 10 meters away, snowball in your gloved hand. You took a step forward, and he, a step back.
“Y/N I swear to God…” He began, not taking his eyes off of the snowball. You raised it up, as if you were  about to throw a baseball. Philip panicked, scrambling backwards.
“Y/N! Don’t you dare throw that snowba- Goddammit!”  He yelped, taking cover behind a tree on the other side of the bridge.
“I can’t believe you’ve done this!” He yelled, unable to stifle his giggles, you snorted and gathered more snow up in your hands, an idea popping into your head.

“How could you betray me like this?” He laughed, you really liked that laugh. Moving languidly towards the bush, you crushed the snow into a small precise sphere, the size of a cricket ball.
“I’m sorry! Baby come back!” You joked as you stepped onto the bridge, being careful not to make a lot of noise, in case you alerted him.
“I don’t know Y/N… you cut me pretty deep.” Philip said, mock upset. You didn’t answer, for fear he would realize how close you actually were.
“Y/N?” Philip called again, you stepped off the bridge, his hiding tree was a few metres away, just a little more…
“Y/N?” Philips voice was a bit more concerned now, you quickened your pace, readying the snowball in your hands. 2 more steps. You lifted it over your head and swiftly turned to the other side of the oak, catapulting the snowball into- the tree?

You stood there for a moment, watching the snow slide down the bark, Philip was nowhere to be seen. You frowned on confusion, where was he?
“Wha-” An unpleasant, icy cold sensation slammed into the back of your neck, cutting off your sentence and leaving the rest of your body shuddering. You barely had time to swivel around before you were hit with two more.
“What the-Philip!” You screeched as your so called best-friend pelted you with snowballs. Stumbling backwards you lifted your hands to your face, trying to shield yourself.
“I didn’t start this war Y/N but I’ll sure as hell end it!” He declared, grabbing snow and flinging it at you, he wasn’t even bothering with fine tuning it into a ball shape, just chucking the raw snow! Amature. You kept stumbling backwards, unable to see where you were going and unable to beg for mercy, hysterical laughter seemed to be the only sound you were capable of making.

You kept stumbling back, one arm in front of you, the other feeling around for something you could take cover behind. You were unable to keep track of where you were going and the freezing slush onslaught was doing nothing to help your sense of direction. Your feet kept pushing onward, bent on finding shelter, however in your determination you were unable to process the words Philip was shouting to you, his tone grew more and more urgent, you assumed it was because he was winning. You took another step, to which Philip shouted again, what was he getting so worked up about? You kept walked that way, 1 step, 2 step, 3 step, 4 ste-.

Your heart stopped in your chest as you realized that there was nothing under your foot. Philip shouted out your name but it was too late and you could only shriek in surprise as you fell and were greeted by the arctic cold creek you had crossed over only moments ago. The water wasn’t deep enough to completely envelop you, but your thrashing about in reaction to the stinging cold was enough to soak the rest of your clothing, leaving you confused, drenched and shivering.

After realizing you were in fact, not drowning you sat up in the river, curling in on yourself on instinct.
“Y/N! Y/N Please tell me you’re ok?” You looks up to see Phillip on the bank of the creek, trying to rush across the rocks as quickly as he could to get to you, he had a worried, guilty look on his face.
“I-I’m ok-k.” You stuttered, teeth chattering, you were lying and quite obviously not ok. Taking a few more reckless steps Philip was close enough to grab you, he extended his hand and you took it eagerly, anxious to get out of the river. Your cheeks were red from the cold, and from embarrassment, you felt ridiculous , you probably looked ridiculous. Philip pulled you up and lead you out of the river. You stood on the bank and squeezed out your coat as Philip fussed over you.
“I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry are you ok?” He ran his hands through your hair trying to dry it off, but only succeeding in making you more flustered.
“It’s ok, I’m ok, I’m ok.” You reassured him, but he continued to fuss. Impatient and embarrassed you took his hands in yours, stopping him from continuing on.
“Philip. I’m. Fine.” You assured him, staring him in the face. He blinked for a few seconds, his face still full of worry. You gave him a stern look and a mumbled a small sorry, before leaning in and kissing your nose. You mind went blank, stern expression gone, you couldn’t hide the stutter in your voice.

“Ph-Philip? What was that?” You asked softly, Philip didn’t answer and instead wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He was really warm and comfortable, but that was to be expected considering your current body temperature. He pressed a kiss to your head, and then pulled away and looked at you again. In a split second his lips were against yours, you were so shocked you barely had time to respond. He was kissing you. You! Kissing Philip! You placed your hands on his cheeks and deepened the kids, and you felt Philip grin against your lips.

After a few more seconds of bliss, Philip pulled away and looked at you, bright eyes with a smirk on his face. You gave him a look, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“What?” You questioned him, Philip let out a small snort of laughter.
“We are going to have the worst colds after this.” He laughed, going in for another kiss. He was right, but damn  was it worth it.

Journey In Skyrim (RP with saviorofhumanity)

{🔥}—; It was quite a trek for Spyro and Sparx, to move along the terrain of Skyrim. The place was sunny but evidence along the ground with the patches of snow around the area and the cool and fresh air. The two were just taking in the sights after they came through the portal to take a look around this place being the kind to like exploring. 

The young dragon stopped near a river for a drink of water but was interrupted when he heard a sudden commotion going on a bit of a distance away. Then without hesitation Spyro made his way closer to the source of the noise accompanied by Sparx. 

Eventually after coming to base of a small hill they saw a dragon attacking someone, a reptile looking person who was humanoid in appearance. Not wasting time the little hero decided he should step in, so he jumped up to the top of the hill and closer to the ongoing fight to see what he can do about this.


I can’t describe how it feels when you walk through the trees of an entirely empty Central Park on an ice cold night and suddenly see Bethesda Fountain, empty other than patches of snow, completely silent and unlit, except by the lights of a city which feels a hundred miles away

Love flurry Jason Todd X Reader one~shot

Three months, Three months Jason had been going out with this girl, no, no that was wrong, this woman. This absolutely breath taking, stunning woman. This utterly hilarious and sarcastic woman. This bright, cheerful woman who had all the right curves in all the right places but somehow thought she wasn’t as pretty as the other girls that they passed by on the street, and she was right, she was nowhere near their so called ‘prettiness’, she was completely Goddess like in her beauty. And every day, Jason would fall deeper in love, and now he was watching her dance in the flurry, the mix of rain and snow making the roads impossible to drive on, the lights of the buildings around flickering off the icy patches, the streetlamps making the snow seem to glow. But all Jason could see was _____, and the way her coat and scarf fluttered behind her in the darkness, her dress twirling with her body, her socks getting slightly damp and her shoes gaining a new shine from the wet snow, the peels of her laughter fall from her beautiful, lips, the redness of her plump and round cheeks, her stunning ___ eyes covered by her eyelids, her lashes collecting flakes of the falling snow. And Jason smiled as he strode forward, realizing, not for the first time, just how beautiful she was. Grinning as he caught her hands with his and pulled her close, thinking on how lucky he was to have such a kind heart flush against his. Then he was laughing as he realized just how in love he really was with ____ _____. And he had no problem with that.