snow-falling

Family

The Hobbit x Reader

“And who do you think you are? A woman, traveling in the company of dwarves? It’s preposterous!”

You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. This unibrow-man has really been getting on your nerves. Now even more so because he’s singled you out because you’re a woman. Not the first time this has happened.

Snow begins to fall gently around you, and you hold your chin high. “No reason that concerns you.” The man scowls, and you go back to stand next to your company. But you’re stopped by someone grabbing your wrist, and you’re pulled back into his leering stare.

“You will tell me, or I will force you to.” He scowls down at you, and you wrinkle your nose at the sour smell of his breath and his yellowing teeth that are too close to your face for your liking.

Thorin rushes forward and shoves him. Hard.

“You will not lay another hand on her,” he hisses.

“Or you’ll have to answer to us, brow-man!” Bofur adds, straightening up to make himself look taller. All it does, though, is puff out his chest ridiculously. You crack a small smile at his efforts.

Fili and Kili step in front of you next, and you would never mess with the deadly stares they’re sending towards the man. He slinks backwards slowly, obviously intimidated by anyone who shows even the slightest bit of authority over him. Balin takes your hand and pulls you beside him and Dwalin, who is staring down some of the people of Laketown around you.

You smile to yourself. You know that the rest of the Company knows that you can handle yourself, but they still came to your aid. You squeeze Balin’s hand a little bit tighter as you join ranks with your friends, now family. To think you almost didn’t join this quest. Who knows where you would be without your brother.

brokengem  asked:

Wondertrev!

Pairing:  Diana/Steve

Word Count:  157

Prompt:  [Make You Feel My Love - Sleeping At Last]

Tags:  Post-coital, Afterglow, non-explicit 

Warnings:  None


Diana laced her fingers with his, her thumb brushing across the back of his.  His hands were rough.  Similar to hers, but in different ways.  She brushed the pads of her fingers over the veins and tendons that stood out, tracing along the length of each of his fingers.  

The muscle memory of where they’d each touched was still fresh in her mind.  A road map of their encounter traced on her skin for all eternity.

His long heavy limbs were still, his breath just hot puffs against her face.  She could still see the snow outside, falling down on this village.  This village that was full of rejoicing.  Laughter still rang in her ears.  Cheering.  Happiness.  

It brought tears to her eyes.  

She wished there were more hours in the night.  She wished her eyelids weren’t so heavy.  Because she wanted a thousand years with him.  But she’d settle for a few more hours of wakefulness.  

First Kiss Masterlist (3)

Burning for You by snowkatze

Penny’s last hope laid in Baz’ hands. As she met him behind the school, she was so desperate, she would’ve given anything. She was willing to do a lot of things to get him on his side. Little did she know that she didn’t need to do anything at all.

Falling for Snow by snowkatze

It was the day before Christmas when it started.

On Love’s Light Wings by bazwearsjeans

Simon runs into Baz before 8th year begins. An unspoken truce is made that leads to Simon realizing he might not hate Baz after all.

Paper Hearts by sugar4ndroses

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Meet me in Room 172.

Sick of Losing Soulmates by rosebudbasilton

Sixth year at Watford, and Simon Snow turns up sick. Baz ‘doesn’t care’.

The Kissing Booth by sugar4ndroses

Once a year, usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students.

Vlogger Confessions by bazwearsjeans

Youtuber AU where Simon is a daily vlogger and Baz has no idea what his roommate is always filming.

anonymous asked:

Snowflake and Jumin

Hope you like this :))

Winter Night: Jumin Han/MC

You’re cold. Mean. Prude and have no heart.

That’s what he’s been told for a long while, and Jumin has learned to live with it. If that’s what people think of him, so be it. He doesn’t need them. He knows who he is. While he might not be the nicest person he knows right from wrong, and he certainly has a heart, how could he not? Though he did feel rather cold.

Jumin could feel that cold melt down and through his thick jacket, feel his fingers growing numb and wet even with the gloves on. The wet ice slipping down his hair and neck, giving him shivers. Snow continued to fall, never hesitating to drop down from the sky and land down on the business man, decorating him silly. Yes, it was rather cold out tonight, but he felt so warm in his chest and around his cheeks. It might be dark outside where he sat in the park, but you’re shining. Shining brightly with the snow as you twirl and sway with that bright smile on your face that never fails to make Jumin so very Warm.

Some may think he’s not human, and hell, sometimes he thinks it too. But never you. You take his hands in the snow, asking him to dance with you, which he gladly does with swaying hips and pearly teeth that he shows to you in a big smile. You believe in him, believe that he’s more than this winter cold surrounding the both of you. And with this hot, intense feeling in his heart, Jumin believes it too. Even if no one believed him, he was warm and so alive with untouched and tingling emotion. It might take him awhile to get the sticky snow off of his whole body, inside and out, but with you there holding him the way you are now, Jumin believes it won’t take as long as everyone else might think. Soon he will be warm, whole, and human, and then the two of you will melt all of the snow out of your lives together. This much Jumin knows is true.

ask-female-charizard  asked:

Hello, I was starting a family, *holds up Vanillite egg* and I don't know a thing about being a mother. Can you please give me advice?

Meredith: I dont know much of vanillite’s line, but something i can tell you is that make sure it is able to have its own cold space, the temperature of their breath is -58 F. they create snow crystals and make snow fall in the area around them. icicles formed from energy from the morning sun helps them too! It’s not bitter cold if you live in a cold area but in warmer temperatures it feels pleasantly cool. Forming your own family is great!! The amazing maternal instinct will kick in about now or when it hatches, the inborn tendency to want to protect and nuture a child will eventually come! but if you do need further  guidance you come to me or my husband! I wish you luck on the amazing journey of parenthood!

Tag

The amazing @capthawkeye and the wonderful @mellorad have both tagged me for this thingy!!

Name: ******** [internet safety sorry my dudes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
Nicknames: Vi
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Favourite fruits: *sweats nervously* uh there’s uh.. cherries?
Favourite book: Unicorn Wings (2006) for the artwork

Favourite season: Hmmmm Spring? Fall? Winter? Spring is warmest but there’s snow still, Fall is a good temp lots of pumpkin but there’s still bugs, Winter it’s cold but I get to watch the snow fall and get cookie cake for both my bro’s b-day and mine…. Maybe Spring?
Favourite flowers: Dandelions and Violets
Favourite drink: Water?
Dream trip: Italy maybe? Haven’t really thought about that stuff so
Number of followers: 286, and a bunch of them are really Rad *finger guns*

Tagging: @usually-confused @disasterartistfangirl @d-lynx @i-am-snowils-admiral and @paybackraid if you guys want to!

I will literally riot if anyone even suggests pitting Jon against Sansa, or any of the Starklings for that matter. No NOT AFTER Sansa remembering her father’s words NOT AFTER Arya spent her whole fucking life trying to get back to her pack because WHEN THE SNOWS FALL AND THE WHITE WINDS BLOW, THE LONE WOLF DIES BUT THE PACK SURVIVES.

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For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.
“But there is no pack,” she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. “I’m not even me now, I’m Nan.”
“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.”

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Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.