So forever ago, @sloth-draws gave me the prompt “admire” so of course I had to do something for the ot3. This is silly but I hope you like it! Thank you again for letting me write your Aracari, I love him


This was altogether unfair. Dorian had just been minding his own business in the library attempting to get some work done when he happened to glance out of the window and all hope of concentration was immediately lost. He didn’t stand a chance. Ari and Elden were in the courtyard below sparring together; Ari all liethe muscle and fluid motion and Elden with his muscular bulk and strength. And they had even removed their shirts. Of course, the unusually hot weather could have been the cause of that, but Dorian had his suspicions.

He tried to turn away, to refocus on the book in his hand instead of the display below, but he could hear the clash of practice swords and the occasional laugh and inevitably his gaze was pulled back despite himself. Dorian never would have described either of them as cruel, but perhaps he had been too hasty in that assessment. To be doing this in clear view of the library windows they had to have planned this.

Dorian was gripped with the sudden urge to go join them. The three of them actually sparred together often, their different styles making things particularly interesting and resulting in it being educational as well as enjoyable. He quickly stomped that thought down however. He had important things to do and he most certainly did not feel left out. Besides, if they were trying to distract him, he was determined not to give in. It was a matter of pride at this point. He moved away from the window, trying not to listen, and just buried his face in his book.

Somehow he managed to succeed, becoming so engrossed in his studies that he didn’t even notice when silence fell outside. He didn’t realize they had finished until he heard the sound of laughter as Elden and Ari made their way into the rotunda. Dorian didn’t move to get up and instead lowered his book slightly to watch as they reached the top of the stairs, arm in arm, flushed from exertion but smiling and looking so content and happy. Dorian couldn’t help but smile but he was, however, disappointed to see they had both put their shirts back on. When their eyes fell on Dorian and he saw how they lit up, all other thought left his mind.

“Ah, I see you two have finally finished,” Dorian said, returning to his book, still stubbornly pretending to be uninterested. “I’ll have you know your little plan has failed”

“What plan?” Ari asked as he sat on the arm of Dorian’s chair. Elden dropped onto the ground beside them and leaned against Dorian knee. Dorian tried to suppress a sigh. Where they still at their little game then?

“Oh come now, the only way you could try harder to distract me is to carry me off. Really, practicing right outside the window was a bit much in my opinion.”

“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” Elden replied. He wasn’t the best liar and Dorian could see that he was being sincere.

“You shoulda joined us! Woulda been more fun than all this,”Ari said, gesturing vaguely at the piles of books and notes as he placed an elbow on Dorian’s shoulder as if he were an armrest. He didn’t seem to notice Dorian’s half-hearted glare, so he took Ari’s wrist and placed his arm around his shoulders instead.

“Wait, you didn’t think we were leaving you out, did you?” Elden asked suddenly, looking up at them with an adorably concerned expression.

“Don’t be silly,” Dorian said, leaning against Ari while he ran his free hand through Elden’s hair reassuringly. “If I wanted to join you both, I would have simply come down.”

“Still,” Elden said wretchedly.

“Maybe we shoulda asked first,” Ari said. “We could go another round now if ya want?”

“No, I certainly do not,” Dorian replied quickly. As unnecessary as it was, it was sweet of them to be so concerned.

They were all aware how easy it was to feel neglected with the three of them together, particularly when it was impossible to do everything together. Even after countless discussions, they were still so careful and Dorian couldn’t deny that it was endearing.

“We could help you with what you’re doing here then,” Elden offered. “As way of apology?”

“I think not,” Dorian laughed. Surrounded by them, their warmth and concern, he had once again lost all hope of concentration. Instead, he wanted to \ lighten the mood and wipe the concern from their faces. Perhaps he could afford to indulge a little. “Did you come here straight from the training ring? You are both thoroughly disgusting. How about we go get you both cleaned up, hmm?”

Dorian may have been exaggerating a touch, but it did the trick and the two of them seemed to relax again as Dorian disentangled himself from them and ushered them both towards the stairs. Once on their feet, Dorian looped his arms in theirs, feeling warm and content and oh so very fond and determined to make sure they knew how happy they made him.

It was the first snow this winter in Tokyo.
I’m worried about unusual weather like this …

Galra!Keith x Reader

        “Get your butt over here, mullet!”  You were on your couch under three blankets with an anime game paused on your screen.  The reason for the blankets was the unusually cold December weather - and your heater had broken the day before.  That’s also why you called your boyfriend over; he was a living heater and you wanted to cuddle with him while playing video games or binging Netflix.

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Safe Bet

Daryl Dixon Imagine

The group bet on you and Daryl getting together. One day Glenn lets you in on the plan trying to convince you to confess to Daryl.

(since I just finished this one too I see no reason why I shouldn’t upload it already. Hope you don’t mind. :D)

word count: 1809

It was a sunny afternoon in November. The weather was unusually hot for this season, but I enjoyed the last warmth of the year nevertheless. Having my legs spread out on the green grass I was sitting on a bench in the prison’s courtyard. I had my eyes closed, my head turned towards the warmth when suddenly a shadow stepped between me and the sun.
„Hey!“, I screeched in protest, my eyes still closed. I knew I wouldn’t see a thing even if I opened them. Even when facing the sun with your eyes closed it still happened.
My wild gestures and protest must have worked because the shadow disappeared and I felt the warmth on my skin again. Satisfied with myself and the whole world I sighed deeply and stretched my arms. However, my reclaimed peacefulness didn’t last long. The same person who had just blocked me from the sun was now sitting on the bench next to me, pressing his finger into my arm over and over again.
„I’m awake and my ears work just fine. Stop poking me, for Christ’s sake.“
„I’m sorry.“ That was Glenn’s voice, and he did not sound sorry at all.
„What do you want, Glenn?“ I reluctantly opened one eye and looked him all over. Even though I didn’t really see that much. Just as expected. But it did the trick and he stopped poking me.
“I was just wondering..have you talked to Daryl lately?“
I only raised my eyebrows at his remark.
„C'mon, I’m serious. Have you?“ He poked me again.
„Yes, I have. On a daily basis, to be precise. Why?“ This whole thing really started to get annoying.
„Just curious. I always think the two of you are having so much fun together and I was concerned because I haven’t seen you talking to each other in a while….“ He tried to sound innocent, but that didn’t belie that he was up to something.
“Yeah, actually me and Daryl were just talking about what we usually do with people who are too nosy… but that wouldn’t concern you, would it?!” I closed my eyes again and turned towards the sun hoping that it would make clear that this conversation was now over. It didn’t.
“Nosy people!? You mean like me?! Hey, I’m just concerned for a friend’s well-being”, he protested.
I ignored him.

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Does anyone else find a sudden unusual change in weather to be really annoying in a kind of, change to your routine kind of way and in a sensory kind of way? Its 70 degrees (Fahrenheit) right now and just a couple days ago it was in the 30s. I’m just like, “its February! It shouldn’t be this hot!”


England Weather - Thunderstorm 27th August 2016 by David Russell
Via Flickr:
taken from the South of Peterborough UK looking towards the north.

The media response to unusual weather is as ritualised and predictable as the stages of grief.
First comes denial. “I can’t believe there’s so much snow!”
Then anger. “Why can’t I drive my car? Why are the trains not running?”
Then blame. “Why haven’t the local authorities gritted the roads, and where are the snow ploughs? And how come the Canadians can deal with this and we can’t?”
This last stage goes on the longest and tends to trail off into a mumbled, grumbling background moan, enlivened by occasional, “Asylum Seekers Ate My Snow Plough” headlines from the Daily Mail. That continues until the weather clears up.
—  Peter Grant (Whispers Under Ground by Ben Aaronovitch)
The Twins in Winter

A year has passed since I joined Big Little Tales and it’s been an exciting journey! I mentioned in my first post on this blog that I would like to collaborate with my sister Margarita on a series of non-fiction stories about twins exploring nature. Since we’re working on our own picture books and other projects, I didn’t want to let go of the twins just yet. So please meet Ellie, Maggie and Ginger, the kitten!

I drew them enjoying winter. The anticipation of me and my twin coming back home for Christmas after three years in the UK brought back memories of our childhood and the white and cold Lithuanian winter. We didn’t have much snow during our stay, unfortunately, as it rained most of the time, which was quite unusual. However, the weather didn’t affect the festive mood and our family decorated a real Christmas tree with the favourite baubles from our childhood. The ginger kitten following the twins in these drawings is based on a real one we had.

I will continue sketching and illustrating as the twins experience different seasons. I need an excuse to draw animals and kids in nature and with the spring quickly approaching there will certainly be something to look forward to. These twins love nature!

This is going to be a long day.

Originally posted by korravai

I managed to either catch the cold that everyone in the office has been suffering through the last two weeks… 

Or the allergies are completely out of control during this unusually early ‘spring’ like weather. 

Either way, I can’t breathe and my face feels like it’s going to peel off. @__@ 

I will try and get to replies tonight when I get home from work, but there may be a bit of a delay, as I might just crash when I get in. 

HOWEVER - I’d like encourage you guys to Hit me up if they’d like a Starter call or would like to plot something out. I”m always a sucker for IC cuddles when I feel like crap ^_^ 

The Ice Palace - a Kristanna week fic

I wrote a thing! And now I will go to BED

The Ice Palace
rated G
words: 2119
Prompt: Kiss/Fairytale

Arendelle – 1945

It had haunted his dreams for as long as he could remember—the ice palace, glittering on the mountain peak like a jeweled crown. Mysterious. Ancient.

Many people said that it didn’t exist. It was a legend, they said. A folk tale meant to explain the unusual weather, a cautionary story to warn climbers off of the treacherous crags. There was no proof, people said. No photographic equipment had ever survived the altitude—no planes could navigate the dangerous winds that whipped around the mountain and kept it perpetually shrouded in dark, stormy clouds.

There was no ice palace, they said. Nothing but a story for children.

Kristoff knew better.

After all, they said the same thing about trolls.

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anonymous asked:

Rose, bud, thorn! What was the highlight of your day? (Rose) What went wrong during your day? (Thorn) What are you looking forward to tomorrow? (Bud)

Yay my first ask :) Rose: E made dinner as a celebration for her being done with her current class. The kids were having grandparent night and we got to have an adult conversation at dinner about adult things. Namely Pokémon and Harry Potter.
Thorn: Work had been hellish this week. Had a crying pregnant lady I did not know how to help today. That sort of stuff just sucks.
Bud: It’s Friday! But really get to come home and just start over this weekend trying to get the house back up to snuff and decompress from the adults having a busy busy week. Also we are having some very unusually warm weather this weekend so I anticipate some more park time for the kids!

Last week we were having some unusually nice weather so a few of us loaded up with beverages, some snacks and headed for the river. To cold to get in the water, however it was still nice to be in the sun wearing our swimsuits. Of course it wasn’t long before Cindy wet herself while sitting in the boat. The crotch of her white bikini was pretty well yellowed, even before we took this photo.

Cindy is sexy and has one of those nice twenty five year old butts that are always a pleasure to notice. The drying wet patch, reaching half way up the crack of her beautiful ass, made the afternoon even nicer. Later she used a tiny skirt to partially hide her peed bikini when we stopped at the club for hors d’oeuvres and dancing. The drinks flowed, but I never noticed her going to the ladies room. Another lady that thinks wetting her pants is sexy.