snowpant

anonymous asked:

so what are some Canadian stereotypes that are actually true? (aboot, really?)

i mean, is it wrong to picture u talking like terrence and philip?

Okay look the “aboot” thing is because you weird Americans open your mouths wide enough to eat an entire patriotic baseball when you say “about” (Abaaaahwt? really?!) whereas Canadians open their mouths a normal amount for saying words and not gargling sports equipment

Also no our entire faces do not disassemble when speaking

THINGS CANADIANS ACTUALLY DO:

  • Eat maple syrup directly out of snow with a stick
  • Apologize to people when you were at fault, when they were at fault, when you weren’t even involved in the incident, or when you moderately inconvenience an inanimate object
  • Talk about hockey even if you don’t like hockey
  • Born knowing how to a) skate b) balance while walking on ice and c) paddle a canoe
  • Eat beaver tails
  • Walk around in -40C weather in leggings/jeans because it is literally never “too cold” to do something.
  • Everyone has at least several variations on flannel
  • “Eh”

Anyway here’s a good summary from Kate Beaton:

One night, near christmas time, my dearest friend Lydia and I went for a moonlight star shine walk.

bundled in jackets, hats gloves, snowpants, and winter boots we marched into one of the first snowfalls of the year.

we walked down west falls road for a long while, stopping every so often to admire the christmas lights, illuminating the swirling snowflakes. The most beautiful house we saw had a simple lining of pink lights around the windows. we could not help but to admire it for a few minutes.

When we were walking back to her house we stopped at a church and sat on a bench outside. There was a streetlight right above us which perfectly lit the snowflakes that were falling from the sky, joyful and dancing.

I think of this night quite often.

What even- ||| Closed RP with climbingthatass

You’d honestly think your so called ‘protector’ would tell you where the fuck you were heading for the next assignment given by your father. Well, right now… 

That’s not the fucking case. 

Lucius Wagner groaned as he finally got out of the car and stepped into the cold air. His raven locks danced as a light breeze went by, sending a chill down his spine. Because the weather was going to snowy and cold, he decided to wear a few layers of clothing. Visible to the eye was a black, slightly puffy jacket that had a neck all the way up to the tip of his nose. He also had on black snowpants and black snow boots. 

Crimson eyes narrowed in a glare as he hissed at the chill air. Seriously, he hated McGuffin from bringing him into this… Lucius disliked the cold, he’d rather be warm. Of course, he’s been around snow for a decent time, but it didn’t make him hate it any less than now. He shoved his glove covered hands into the pockets of his puffy jacket and began following McGuffin towards what looked like the entrance of a mountain. 

Great. Just great. 

They had to travel up a mountain in shitty weather. What could possibly go wrong? 

@climbingthatass

Underwear in public
  • [Scene: we're the only family on the sledding hill when Luke, age 10, stops halfway up the hill and unzips his coat and snowpants to adjust something in his underwear...]
  • Me: [calling down the hill] "Luke, I don't know what you're doing, but you probably shouldn't be doing it in public."
  • Mom: [in a serious tone] "Maybe he likes doing things that are embarrassing."
  • Me: "Hmm. Where are girls when you need them?"
  • Luke: [blushing] "Oh, stop."
  • Mom: "What was the name of that girl who waved at him yesterday?"
  • Me: "Let's see... Maya? Mia? I can't remember."
  • Luke: [turning redder] "Stop it!"
  • Me: "And in a couple of weeks, you start classes on puberty in school... with girls."
  • Luke: [completely red now, trying to be dismissive while zipping back up] "Stop it. I already know that stuff anyway. You already talked to me about sex."
  • Mom: "Right, so when they show that video about changes to your body and private parts, you can raise your hand and shout 'I HAVE ONE OF THOSE!'"
  • Me: "Especially in front of whats-her-name."
  • Luke: "'I HAVE ONE OF THOSE'?!?!" [literally falls over laughing and red at the same time]
  • Me: "Well, you /do/ have one of those."
  • Luke: [gasping for air] "Oh man. Just stop."
  • Mom: "Okay. But next time don't adjust your underwear in public or we'll do this again."
confession overdue || sehun

Originally posted by blondejongin

overdue confessions result in trembling hearts.

1620 words; normal verse!au; sehun/reader scenario; fluff, angst

DECEMBER 16, 2001

“Hi!”

You look up from your spot in the snowbank, only to see a curious pair of eyes staring straight back at you. It’s a boy, about your age. His grin is wide and he’s got a few missing teeth, but he’s as energetic as ever, and absolutely eager to meet a new friend.

“Hi,” you mumble back.

“I’m Oh Sehun!” The boy exclaims, and he pushes his scarf that is covering his chin, down a little further. “Can I play with you?”

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