snow wit

Necessary

“I can already tell, that it won’t taste as deliciously as you would.”

Précis: In which you go on a date with your supposed boyfriend who loves to flirt, and not just with you.

Note: *starts snickering* does anyone remember this? One of my first bts fics ever, and it’s back and revamped. You’ll thank me later. | Words ➳ 7.4k

Genre & Warning: Angsty with a side of fluff, or am I lying? No warning, goodbye.


It was on a frosty evening when you found yourself sitting alone on a metallic bench, your eyes filled with such awe and longing as you watched the snow fall softly. You didn’t know what it was, but as your hand slowly reached out to grab a few snowflakes onto your glove, you inspected them carefully and smiled at how delicately they were made, as if the angels residing in the clouds took their time to construct and sculpt each one as they flew freely into the sky; only to be smothered and perished into the ground.

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L.A & Blankets.

Authors Note: I don’t even know where I was leading with, but here is a short little prompt.

Based on #40  "You’re a blanket hog,“ from the OPT Drabble Challenge — Found HERE

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Your wrap your arms around you as your eyes witness the snow forming a white blanket over the backyard, the lights beginning to flicker, instantly causing your attention.

You look over towards Harry taking up the whole couch, sprawled out on his back, the thickest blanket draped over him, his eyes glued to the television. “Fuck, no— damn it.” He huffs as the signal becomes insufficient, disturbing some sporting thing he has been waiting to watch, he has been more excited about the damn game than anything else.

You sigh as the power goes out, Harry huffing the moment the television turns black. “Damn weather.” He continues to mumble, bitter with the fact he can’t conclude the game. He forces himself off the couch, finally taking notice of you and wandering over to you,

“Ah, you finally remembered me.” You comment, rubbing your hands over your arms, the coldness already getting to you.

He rolls his eyes at you before shrugging, “Yeh know I love you.”

“Mhm. It is fucking freezing.” You pout your lips, shuffling closer to him and burying yourself into him. He wraps his arms around you, empowering you to indulge in his body warmth, managing to hum a sweet tune as you stay embraced within his loving arms.

“You know.. Ye’ wouldn’t be cold if we had of moved to L.A.” He comments, forcing a groan to leave your lips as you break the embrace, stepping away from him. “What?” He shrugs his shoulders back, “Just stating the obvious. Not nearly as cold over there.” He presses, furthermore determined that migrating to Las Angeles is a valid thing for the two of you — mainly for him if he is being honest.

You sigh as you glance into his eyes, shaking your head at him, “You said you would stop bringing up.” You cross your arms over your chest, a little annoyed that he keeps bringing it up.

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Sierra Nevada “Snow Wit”

86 B+


Snow Wit is a “White IPA” brewed with an addition of Belgian yeast, spiced with coriander and lemon peel. This belongs to a mix-pack called “4-Way,” which contains three fusion IPA’s in addition to Torpedo. Aromas predominantly focus on the sour, citric end of the hop scale with notes reminiscent of lemon. Malts come across like yeasty sourdough and saltine crackers. Grass, flowers, and herbs rest below. Yeast adds hints of banana with a trace of coriander.


The palate begins dry and sour with a crisp, biscuit-flavored malt, quickly consumed by a white sugar sweetness (crystal malt). Suddenly, citrus approaches like bitter orange rind, followed by an highlight of lemon on the upper register. Suggestions of star fruit fill the middle. Herbal hops gently wind down with flavors of earth and grass, carrying soft bitterness with a discrete 40 IBU’s (international bitterness units). The mouthfeel is smooth, crisp, and semi-dry over a medium-light body.


This is a relatively new fusion style akin to the Belgian IPA. Obviously, a White IPA has a greater abundance of hops, and less emphasis on yeast. The balance is out of whack, where sourness takes the lead, followed by sweetness, and bitterness shuffles in last. This was probably the most interesting selection in the mix pack, in part due to the yeast. To be honest, if this were sold individually, it’s highly unlikely I would buy it. If you’re an IPA fan, this mix-pack is still worth checking out. I recommend it.


Known Hops: Summit, “experimental dwarf hops”

Known Malts: Two-row Pale, Wheat, Unmalted Wheat, Acidulated


5.7%

40 IBU

Chico, California

Snowfall.

Summary: It’s your first time experiencing snow and Lin has some definite plans for you. 

Author’s Note: Okay, here comes admission time: I have never even seen snow. I’ve grown up in the South for my entire life and the only way I’ve witnessed snow is through movies, photos, and weather reports. So, please, bear with me as it is hard to describe and I also have no idea how sledding works. 

So, this could not have been completed without the help of my resident winter experts: @tempfixeliza and @strongenoughfoundation ♥♥ 

Words: 2,549 

Warnings: fluff so sweet you’ll get a toothache, no real-life knowledge of snow or sledding, horribly (?) written kiss scenes 

So, here we go with the snow day fic I’ve been promising you all for two days! 


When you woke in the morning, you were acutely aware of the chill you vaguely felt from the world outside. Deciding it wouldn’t be worth your time to get out of bed when temperatures were below freezing on a weekend, you snuggled deeper into the covers, tugging one of your blankets up to your chin. This kind of peace only lasted a few hushed minutes before you heard your boyfriend barreling into your bedroom. It was only then you realized he hadn’t been in bed beside you. You rolled your eyes, an annoyed smile appearing on your face as he ran straight to the bed and jumped into it. You pretended to be asleep, squeezing your eyes shut tighter, as he pulled his body over to you. You could just picture the goofy smile that his face undoubtedly held and resisted the urge to peak your eyes open to see the picture of innocence and delight he would most definitely portray. When you felt him pull you closer, his hands icier than you had expected, you also felt a shiver run down your spine. He took this as sign that you were awake.

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ONCE UPON A TIME : the reboot
by drew and menelaos

season 5, episode 10 : A Stitch in Time

past : Mary Margaret and Emma return to Misthaven and learn that in their absence, High King Stefan fell ill and died and Phillip and Aurora have already been crowned king and queen. As they give their final goodbyes, Aurora whispers with glee to Mary Margaret that she is pregnant. Emma and Mary Margaret enact the time-jump using Emma’s swan necklace, and they begin to bump their way through the timeline. They witness Snow White’s birth, Mordred’s deceit, Arthur’s death, and Morgan le Fay taking him on a boat to Avalon. They see Regina crowned queen next to King Richard, Red as a young girl visiting her grandmother in the forest, young Snow witnessing her mother’s death, and Regina crowned queen again, this time next to Phillip. They begin to flash faster and faster: Snow and Charming’s famous kiss, the Dark Curse taking over the lands, Emma’s arrival in Storybrooke, Emma kissing Henry’s forehead and restoring the memories, the moment Emma and Mary Margaret jump into the time portal, and then suddenly they come to a screeching halt in the present, where they are discovered at Henry’s playground castle by park ranger Ambrose Geoffrey.

present : Cynthia and Ruby finally go on their first date, much to the delight of Granny. Evelyn, emotionally devastated by the events in the cottage, resigns her position as mayor. Regina and David make amends and bond as they reminisce over Henry’s growth – but Emma and Mary Margaret’s return interrupts the moment, and all thoughts of Regina fall away from Henry when he is reunited with his birth mother and grandmother once again. Regina is exasperated, watching everything slip from her fingers once again, and confronts the only other person who is as broken as she is: Mr. Gold. Both former villains seem to have lost their vigor and their conversation reveals that they intend to take vastly different paths in order to find it again…

‘once upon a time’ stars : Charlize Theron as the Evil Queen/Regina Mills, Emily Rose as Emma Swan, Jaimie Alexander as Snow White/Mary Margaret Blanchard, Henry Cavill as Prince Charming/David Nolan, Cate Blanchett as the Blue Fairy/Evelyn Oxford, Daniel Gillies as Peter Pan/Dr. Matthew Llewelyn, Corey Stoll as Baelfire/Nathaniel Thorn, Meghan Ory as Red Riding Hood/Ruby Connor, Sonequa Martin-Green as Cynthia Fogg, CJ Adams as Henry Mills, and Robert Carlyle as Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold

recurring stars this season include : Olivia Cheng as Mulan, Bradley James as Phillip, Rebecca Ferguson as Aurora, Adetomiwa Edun as Lancelot du Lac, Eva Green as Morgan le Fay

guest stars include : Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as King Arthur, Ruth Negga as Queen Guinevere, Gwendoline Christie as Percival, Tom Felton as Mordred, Morgan Freeman as Merlin/Ambrose Geoffrey, Beverly Elliot as Widow Lucas/Helen Connor

[ previously on once upon a time ]

anonymous asked:

Killian turns out to be a really good singer and finds out he can play this strange instrument called a guitar being one-hand. He keeps practicing in secret until Emma catches him when she comes home early.

This became more captain cobra - sorry! I hope you like it.


It was Henry that had got him started on his new secret hobby.

The lad had brought the instrument home from school one day, explaining that he was learning to play it and taking lessons. 

After a few weeks of listening to him attempting to play along with the same song that played from his talking phone, Killian began to find himself memorising the words of the catchy tune.

He’d been mindlessly singing along while Henry was practising one day, too caught up in polishing his boots when the boy stopped his strumming and turned to him with a curious look.

“You know you’ve got a pretty awesome voice.”

“You think so?”

He’d found that Henry was all too eager to show him various groups (or bands he insisted calling them) performing with their instruments. And he found that he was forming a strong bond with Henry. They’d found something for just the two of them.

“Why’s he playing his guitar the wrong way around?”

“Oh. You can learn to play it left handed or right handed. Most play with their right hand though.”

Henry turned to him suddenly, excitement in his eyes.

“You could totally learn to play left handed! All your hook would need to do is brush along the strings in order to strum- here, i’ll show you.”

Henry pulled up the page called youtube where all those silly videos were kept, and started showing him various videos he called ‘tutorials’. Before the week was out, Killian was confiding in Belle and purchasing a left handed guitar that had been gathering dust on the wall of the pawn shop.

Henry, ever the helpful soul, had set up an easy way for him to access these ‘tutorials’ and Killian found himself spending hours at a time, in the comfort of the living room, learning how to play chords.

He found his wooden hand was much easier to manage when it came to strumming, and before long he was playing all basic major chords.

Henry was completely over the moon that he had someone to practice with. He showed Killian pages upon pages of chord sequences for different songs and they found there was one song in particular they loved - one they vowed to learn and play together.


It was a Thursday afternoon. Henry was off school due to a Staff development day, which meant the two of them were home alone for most of it.

They’d played a few games on the XBox and had lunch at Granny’s, but were now pulling out their guitars and were ready to practice their song.

They warmed up with a silly shanty first, getting their chord fingers nice and loose. Then they began to strum a chord pattern that had become all too familiar.

Killian felt confident in singing the words that accompanied the song, finding himself getting lost in the music. Henry joined in at the chorus, providing a wonderful backup harmony with the pirate.

They weren’t aware of the front door opening, nor were they aware of the Blonde woman that stood in the foyer, accompanied by her mother, both of them frozen with shock and awe.

The boys came to the end of their song, slowing and letting their last chords ring out into silence.

Henry noticed the two women first of all.

“Hey mom. Hey grandma.”

Killian turned, surprised to see them gaping at him and Henry. Emma’s eyes were glassy with unshed tears, completely overwhelmed at what she’d witnessed. Snow wasn’t any better.

“That was… that was beautiful.” she sniffed. “When did you learn that? How did you learn that?”

“Just a little something Killian and I have been working on.” Henry beamed.

“You sneaky pair” she teased, wiping her tears and moving forward to hug them both.

“I’m so proud- you’ve stunned me.”

“That was truly wonderful.” Snow added as she took a seat opposite them. “Would you play it again?”

“Yes! I want to record it this time.” Emma insisted as she sat by her mother and pulled out her phone.

Henry and Killian smirked at each other.

“What do you say, lad. Shall we?”

“Ready when you are, captain.” 

Don't Give Up

Imagine: JojenxReader

Requested: Yessss

Plot: The reader has the greensight as well, and she sees a rather disturbing vision, which saves Jojen, but puts her in danger (with fluff)

It was a vision. That much you were sure of, seeing as you had the greensight, just like Bran, just like Jojen, the boy you secretly loved. You felt your muscles lock into place, and you were frozen in time. This was what always happened in your visions; unlike Jojen, you didn’t have seizures. You simply immobilized. You were a ghost in your own vision; you couldn’t alter them, or even take part in them. This time, you were in a snowy valley-esk place. And directly before you, on top of a hill, stood a Godswood; the biggest one you’ve ever seen. But it was what happened next that would haunt you for the rest of your days.

“Jojen! Jojen, look! We’ve made it!” You heard a familiar voice call. You spun around in place, to see Bran in his sleigh, being pulled by Hodor, and Meera supporting a very sick-looking Jojen. You gasped, your heart being struck with a flash of pain at the thought of Jojen being that sick. He was already in a very bad condition, so you could only imagine what would happen if he got any worse. That’s when you got a bad feeling about this particular vision. You saw Bran, Hodor, Meera, and Jojen walking towards a cave of sorts directly underneath the huge tree, when suddenly, a rotting hand burst out of the snow, before grabbing Jojen’s ankles, tripping him, and dragging him backwards. “JOJEN!” You heard Meera scream as she ran towards him. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you witnessed them fighting off wights that popped up and out of the snow. You witnessed Bran warging into Hodor, and then Jojen getting pushed away by Meera. He tried to get up, and that’s when the wight stabbed him the first time. You let out a scream, as your heart got ripped into a thousand pieces.  You saw Meera run over, cradling her brother in her arms, as the wights burst into flames. “He is lost! Come with me, of die with him!” A little girl yelled. A child of the Woods, no doubt. “Go with them,” you heard Jojen say to Meera, and you spun around in him to see her plant a gentle kiss on his forehead, before placing the knife she had found at his throat. “NO!” You closed you eyes tightly shut, before falling to the ground, screaming in agony.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Wake up, please! Come on!” You heard somebody calling you from a distance. You jolted awake, your heart beating a thousand beats per second. You felt sweat dripping down your brow, and you looked around to see your arm was bleeding from five little crescent-shaped wounds you had no doubt created during your nightmare of a vision. You were shaking violently, and you looked up to see Jojen holding you in his arms carefully, his eyes worriedly scanning your face. “W-What happened?” You stammered, as he brushed away a single lock of your hair, which was clearly drenched in sweat, before stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. “Seven Hells, (Y/N), you were screaming bloody murder!” He said, clearly wanting an explanation. You just sighed, before sitting up slowly, your head spinning and your heart hurting, “It’s nothing. Just a nightmare.” You felt bad lying to him, but how could you possibly look at the person you loved most in the world, even if they didn’t know it, and tell them you just watched them die?

You saw in his eyes that he didn’t believe you, but you plastered a fake smile on your face, before getting up and helping Meera pack up. “I have a feeling that we’re getting close to the Three-Eyed Raven,” said Bran, smiling. You saw Jojen and Meera smiling as well, so you forced yourself to copy them, to make sure they didn’t suspect anything. On the inside, you felt your heart dying piece by piece. 

After a couple hours, the group had scaled a rather large, snowy hill, and suddenly, when you reached the top, the sight you saw stopped you in your tracks, your blood frozen in your veins; it was the valley from you vision, along with the Godswood, and the cave beneath it. 

“Jojen! Jojen, look! We’ve made it!” You heard Bran shout to the boy trailing behind you. You saw him, and Meera supporting him. You felt the blood leave your face, you heart going numb. You couldn’t say anything, not yet. But the ending of the vision you had came to mind, and in that moment, you decided that you weren’t going to let Jojen die. Not today, not for as long as you lived.

About halfway through the valley, you heard the ice cracking. Suddenly, you heard Jojen yelp, and Meera scream, “JOJEN!” You quickly drew your dagger, and started fighting off the wights as best you could. The one you were currently fighting had a longsword, and it had managed to cut your arm badly. You gave out a scream, before stabbing it through the ribcage, and separating it head from the rest of its skeletal body. It fell limp, and you felt the adrenaline rushing through your veins. Suddenly, you saw Meera about to push Jojen out of the way, but you started running FAST. “MEERA, DON’T!” You screamed, just as Meera made contact with Jojen. You dove underneath him, and he landed on you, and you quickly rolled him off you, just as you felt a sharp, agonizing pain in your stomach. Then another, then another.

Yet, the agonizing scream that pierced the air wasn’t yours. It was Jojen’s. He quickly dispatched the wight that stabbed you, before cradling you in his lap, tears spilling down his face shamelessly. ‘God, (Y/N), why did you do that?! Why?!” He cried, trying to keep you awake. “I saw…..y-you died, Jojen……my vision….” you couldn’t say more, since the pain in your the stomach was agonizing, and it was sapping your life force. He just let out a pitiful sob, before hugging you closer to him, his lips resting by your hairline, “Don’t give up, (YN), d-don’t give up!”. You felt his tears on your skin, and you took the moment t say what you needed to before you went, “Jojen…..I-I lo-love you….” You managed to mumble, your energy sapping more than before, your eyes closing. You heard the boy’s breathing hitch, before you felt something soft brush over your lips; Jojen was kissing you. As much as you wanted to respond, you couldn’t find the energy to. But you were glad that you got to tell him you loved him. As everything was fading away, you suddenly heard, “She can be saved! Get her to safety now, or die with her!” It was the voice of the Child of the Woods. And it was the last thing you heard.

But it wasn’t. You could feel, you could hear people talking. So there was no way you were dead. You heard a soft female voice, and a weak male voice reply. You became a bit more conscious, and you could hear their conversation. “…She’s very weak, Jojen. Chances are that she will die, so don’t get your hopes up,” you heard Meera’s distinguishable voice, but she sounded sad. “You don’t get it, Meera. I love her, and she loved me too. It was the last thing she said to me. She wasn’t supposed to die in my place! She changed both her fate and mine….” You heard Jojen reply, his voice quivering. There was a silence, and in that moment, you decided to stop being rude, “I wish people would wait until I was actually dead before burying me six feet under.” You opened our eyes slowly to see Jojen and Meera standing in stunned silence, Jojen’s eyes filled with tears. ”(Y-Y/N)?” Jojen said disbelievingly, before approaching you slowly. You smiled, before trying to sit up. Only problem; you had half a dozen stab wounds in your stomach, so it was practically impossible to do that. You hissed in pain, and Jojen caught you as you fell backwards. He hugged you tightly, burying his face in your hair, and you heard him mumbling, “I love you, I love you, seven hells, I love you.” You smiled, before pushing him away a bit, only to kiss him. For real this time, “I love you too.”

*~ Believe in Magic ~* (ch.6)


- 6 -
1000 Year Old Talking Books and New Snow Boots.


The snow kept falling and piling up in what soon became ammunition for more snow fights as the days progressed. Snow fights Harry witnessed from his balcony when he allowed himself short tea breaks from studying.

His exam was coming up and he had kept his promise to lock himself in his apartment with no distractions. The thousand year old books soon stopped talking about burgundy which helped him to relax a lot, and his growth potion had worked on two of his winter flowers. He felt like he was ready to take his exam and ace it. It seemed like ages since Harry felt like his plans actually worked out for him, and it was a lovely feeling.

Only one thing was failing…

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[DRABBLE] Boyfriend!Jeonghan (G)

Requested by: @jeonghanlife
Prompt: Jeonghan Christmas winter scenario
Word Count: 1,908
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!

A/N: WHOO IM ON A ROLL WITH THESE REQUESTS (I can only hope that my drive doesn’t crash and burn anytime soon) Okay, I know Christmas is WAY over, so I changed the request a little (I am so sorry ;;). But I still hope that this drabble manages to encapsulate the same magical feeling. I’m really new to this whole winter stuff *glares at the temperature which peaked at literally 34 degrees Celcius today wowilovesingapore* 

Please enjoy it ^^

wooed<3

Originally posted by jihanlife

*highpitchedscreeching* BYEOBEETCHINAERINDA SHYAALAALALAALALLAALLAAAAAA cough sorry ok on with the story



You find yourself stirring awake after lingering in the abyss of sleep, and your eyes flutter open to unfamiliar surroundings. This isn’t your room, is it?

But a low rumble of a snore reminds you that you’re in Jeonghan’s apartment, cozily tucked in his bed despite the day being well into the afternoon. When the temperature had dropped to the negatives on the day you were planning to go sightseeing, and with your body not being very accustomed to cold weather having lived in the tropical regions of Australia for most of your life, Jeonghan was more than happy to call it quits. As a result, his more-than-happy declaration of “Today will be a lazy day” was what you went with eventually.

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Twas the night before Christmas an’ all t'ru de house,
Dey don’t a ting pass Not even a mouse.
De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo’,
An’ Mama pass de pepper t'ru de crack on de do’.

De Mama in de fireplace done roas’ up de ham,
Sit up de gumbo an’ make de bake yam.
Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter,
Make soun’ like old Boudreau done fall off his ladder.

I run like a rabbit to got to de do’,
Trip over de dorg an’ fall on de flo’.
As I look out de do'in de light o’ de moon,
I t'ink, “Mahn, you crazy or got ol’ too soon.”

Cux dere on de by-you w'en I stretch ma'neck stiff,
Dere’s eight alligator a pullin’ de skiff.
An’ a little fat drover wit’ a long pole-ing stick,
I know r'at away got to be ole St.Nick.

Mo’ fas'er an’ fas'er de’ gator dey came
He whistle an’ holler an’ call dem by name:
“Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an’ Alcee’!
Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an'Renee’!

To de top o’ de porch to de top o’ de wall,
Make crawl, alligator, an’ be sho’ you don’ fall.”
Like Tante Flo’s cat t'ru de treetop he fly,
W'en de big ole houn’ dorg come a run hisse’s by.

Like dat up de porch dem ole ‘gator clim!
Wit’ de skiff full o’ toy an’ St. Nicklus behin’.
Den on top de porch roof it soun’ like de hail,
W'en all dem big gator, done sot down dey tail.

Den down de chimney I yell wit’ a bam,
An’ St.Nicklus fall an’ sit on de yam.
“Sacre!” he axclaim, “Ma pant got a hole
I done sot ma'se'f on dem red hot coal.”

He got on his foots an’ jump like de cat
Out to de flo’ where he lan’ wit’ a SPLAT!
He was dress in musk-rat from his head to his foot,
An’ his clothes is all dirty wit’ ashes an’ soot.

A sack full o’ playt'ing he t'row on his back,
He look like a burglar an’ dass fo’ a fack.
His eyes how dey shine his dimple, how merry!
Maybe he been drink de wine from de blackberry.

His cheek was like a rose his nose a cherry,
On secon’ t'ought maybe he lap up de sherry.
Wit’ snow-white chin whisker an’ quiverin’ belly,
He shook w'en he laugh like de stromberry jelly!

But a wink in his eye an’ a shook o’ his head,
Make my confi-dence dat I don’t got to be scared.
He don’ do no talkin’ gone strit to hi work,
Put a playt'ing in sock an’ den turn wit’ a jerk.

He put bot’ his han’ dere on top o’ his head,
Cas’ an eye on de chimney an’ den he done said:
“Wit’ all o’ dat fire an’ dem burnin’ hot flame,
Me I ain’ goin’ back by de way dat I came.”

So he run out de do’ an, he clim’ to de roof,
He ain’ no fool, him for to make one more goof.
He jump in his skiff an’ crack his big whip,
De’ gator move down, An don’ make one slip.

This plays on the radio at least one a week in December.

Sentence Drabble #3 | Tadashi Hamada x Reader |

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba- God dammit.” @magical-imagines-and-fluffy-fics

It was snowing in San Fransokyo. It was a rare occurrence, indeed. Tadashi could hardly remember the last time the cold particles bad stuck to the normally warm, hard pavement. Hiro was young, that was for sure. Not that Tadashi himself was all that old at the time. About thirteen years old, he concluded.

He was now twenty-nine (almost thirty, as his children liked to tease) and watched from the window above the kitchen sink as the snow piled up on his lawn and just about everywhere else. He sipped on a cup of warm tea, though with all the papers he had to grade as a professor at SFIT, he was starting to itch more and more towards the coffee pot to his right.

His children had been put in bed hours ago. They’d never witnessed snow before and he was excited to see their reactions to the intriguing fluffy white experience. Tadashi himself couldn’t wait to play in it. He’d shovel the driveway first, of course, but after that, he’d probably have Hiro and Aunt Cass come over to enjoy the snow and then have some dinner as a family. He’d have to clear it with his wife first, but he knew she wouldn’t mind.

He grinned as two warm, soft arms enveloped him from behind. Your hands clasped together across his abdomen and he placed his free hand on top of yours, shivering a bit as you placed a kiss in between his shoulder blades.

Tadashi turned in your arms and leaned down to kiss you, “I thought you’d gone to bed.”

You shrugged, “Saw snow, got excited.”

He chuckled and rubbed your back, “Can’t say I blame you. The kids are gonna have a blast.”

“Hell, you and Hiro will too.”

“Oh don’t act like you won’t be out there.”

“I will, for a little while. I’ll probably get tired soon and sit on the porch with Cass most of the day.”

“No one’s judging, babe.” He said with a kiss to your temple. He looked behind him slightly to set down his mug and caress your swollen stomach with both of his hands.

“It’s too bad this little one won’t get to see the snow.”

“Maybe someday she will.”

“Maybe…” Tadashi wrapped his arms around you snugly, humming lightly.

“Wanna go outside?” You asked with a slightly mischievous grin.

“Can’t…” He muttered, “I’ve got papers to grade.”

“School will be out tomorrow; you can come on outside.”

“Then I’ll have to grade them tomorrow…”

“I think it’s worth it.”

“You make a compelling argument.”

“Five minutes, then we come inside and you can finish up and come to bed. Sound good?”

“Sounds amazing.”

Tadashi left a kiss on your lips and ushered you to the coat closet. He made sure you were buttoned up to go out into the chilly weather before he even considered putting on his jacket and a beanie.

“Turns out slippers do come in handy.” He commented as you both stepped foot outside your house.

“I told you so.”

He cracked another smile and watched the snow fall. He was mesmerized as he witnessed a snowflake melt on his bare hand. He and his students would definitely be having a conversation about snow once school was open again.

Of course, as he considered the things his students would say about the snow, he didn’t notice his sneaky little wife doing her sneaky little thing.

Sneak.

“Tadashi!” You suddenly chanted.

He looked over with what was at first a grin, but then a look of terror, “Don’t you dare throw that snowba- God dammit.”

You laughed and clutched your sides as you did, Tadashi shaking his head and wiping the snow from his burgundy robe.

“You’re lucky we’ve got baby number three on the way, otherwise I’d get you back.”

You merely giggled and brushed some snow from his hair, “Next time it snows, go ahead and deliver the first blow.”

He chuckled and took you back inside, skipping the grading and going straight to bed, a blissful smile on his face. He wouldn’t trade his life for anything, because he had it pretty damn good.

And just as an added bonus, little Midori was eight months old the next time it snowed, and she looked damn adorable playing with her older sister and brother.

A damn good life…

And yes, Tadashi delivered the first snowball of the day, right in your face.

Carry On cooking show entitled “Curry On” AU

Baz as the chef

Penny is the commentator or something

Simon as that fail assistant but is so cute so everyone loves him; taste tester

Special segment of Ebb showing some trivias or how to raise your cattle properly

Special segment of Mordelia showing their family’s garden and Baz’s small greenhouse filled with basil

;;;;Watford as a famous culinary school where Baz graduated first in his whole batch

I tell him how I’m writing a poem. I tell him that it helps a little. Gets my mind off things when it gets too overwhelming to think about. I tell him how when I’m trying to understand myself it gets hard to string sentences together, and so instead I do it indirectly. I write about how something is just the way tea kettles scream for you through the hazy Sunday morning. And somehow that helps me and I’m not sure why. And he asks me, do you write about me? And I tell him I just can’t stop. That I’ve written so many metaphors about how he looks like all the nice spring days my mind can remember and all the freshly fallen snows I’ve witnessed. And I tell him how I’ve never felt the need to write so often about anyone else, and that in itself is a compliment.
—  ( @counting-to-fourteen ) Ry

On 5 December,1998, 8-year-old Derrick Engebretson, along with his father and grandfather took a trip to Winema National Forest in search of a Christmas tree. At some point, Derrick managed to wander away from his father and grandfather who called police. The weather was  so extreme that the search was difficult. They came across some blood and a makeshift shelter which was made from fir boughs. A set of footprints led police to a snow angel. A witness claimed they saw a man struggling with a young boy but assumed it was a son and father. Derrick was never found and the case remains unsolved.