your gloves

so do you imagine that when lena and kara get together 

or even when they start just hanging out and stubbornly not noticing how much they’re pining after each other

that eliza just casually starts momming the hell out of lena too

remembers how she takes her tea or coffee and makes/brings her a cup when she needs a refill like nbd of course hon

lowkey brags on how awesome lena is, nonchalantly squares up with people who disparage her

values and seeks her opinion on sciencey things, sends her dumb science jokes

cheerfully includes her in all invitations to family things

leaves her her own handwritten ‘don’t forget your gloves again, i saw this thing and i thought of you, i hope you have a good day today!!’ post-its next to kara’s and alex’s and maggie’s

comes up to her after yet another attempt on her life and just fucking gathers her up in a hug ‘i’m so glad you’re safe’ and when lena’s a little stiff with shock she’s like ‘oh my god are you hurt let me see honey where does it hurt?’

and lena’s sort of spiralling into ? ???? ???????? ????????? ?????????? and then what ??? are you ?? wanting from me? what is it you want

just waiting for the other shoe to drop because this is not how a mom acts

this is not how her mom ever acted

but it doesn’t stop and eliza never asks for anything and as far as eliza’s concerned she’s acquired another daughter

minus temperatures and how cold it actually is: a 100% accurate presentation by me
  • 0°C / 32 °F - it’s alright. it’s actually not that cold but it’s wet and slushy and soggy and you will feel cold because your feet gets wet.
  • -5 °C / 23 °F - perfect weather for all kinds of outdoor winter activities! don’t forget your gloves, they’re vital. 
  • -10 °C / 14 °F - a bit cold but it’s alright. you’ll get a runny nose. if you’re out for a long time, wear woolen socks. 
  • -15 °C / 5 °F - kind of cold but not like super cold. kind of a blah temperature because it is a bit too cold but not like actually cold. if you have long hair, your breath will make your hair freeze. please, don’t torture yourself, wear actual winter boots.
  • -20 °C / -4 °F - when it comes to outdoor P.E. classes (skating or skiing) in schools, this is usually the temperature limit. Without outdoor pants you will look fashionable but suffer. With outdoor pants, you will be comfortable but not so fashionable.
  • -25 °C / -13 °F - long underwear is a must. your hair will freeze. if you use makeup wear waterproof mascara because your eyelashes will freeze. 
  • -30 °C / -22 °F - okay, it’s really cold. the craziest finns will still go skiing, though. in addition to your hair and eyelashes, your eyebrows will freeze too. and your face hair. like the small peach fuzz on your cheeks, it will freeze.
  • -35 °C / -31 °F - you will have a lot of trouble with starting your car. everything will freeze
  • -40 °C/ °F - ah, the perfect WWII temperature
  • -45 °C / -49 °F - alright this isn’t funny anymore. maybe at this point your teacher would forgive you for not coming to school
  • -50 °C / -58 °F - what the fuck
  • -51,5 °C / -60,7 °F - the coldest temperature ever measured in finland
We Were Married Last Christmas [Part 1 / 13]

In collaboration with @pleasecallmecaptain for December, we’ll be providing you with a daily drabble series from each of us. I’ll be posting on the odd days of December until Christmas day!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive Themes and Language. 

Word Count: 850


You laughed as you strode down the ramp off the Quinjet, grasping at the velcro straps on your gloves to peel them off your hands with your mission partner by your side. Your gaze was downcast and you only looked up when metal fingers curled around your elbow to stop you in your tracks, which brought an exchanged look between you and the soldier before Bucky dropped his hand and instinctively stepped forward to partially shield you.

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[IG] 161130 blackpinkofficial: #BLACKPINK #ROSÉ #PLAYINGWITHFIRE #STAY #라리사진작가 #loveubaes #🌹 여러분!!하잉💋다들 뭐하세요? 요새 인스타 업뎃 많이 못해서 죄송해요 😢 더 자주하도록 노력할께용 ㅎㅎㅎ 오늘도 따듯하게 목도리도 매고 ㅋㅋ 장갑도 끼구 ㅋㅋ 감기걸리지않도록 늘 조심하세요👆🏼🤒😮😤사랑해요.🙈🙈🙈 Hey everyone 💋 I hope you’re all having a fantastic day. Remember to stay warm today and make sure you have your scarf.. gloves… etc. to keep you warm haha And for those of you who live down under.. where the weather’s probably getting pretty hot by now, make sure to stay hydrated throughout the day ☺️ drink lots of water💧 here’s me being all bossy haha love you so much 💋(credits to lisa’s photography skilzzz🙌📸)

parts of you have become parts of me. I hope you always lift your feet when you go over railroad tracks. and I hope you always touch the roof when you rush through a yellow light. I hope you knock on your head three times and kiss your knuckles with the same excitement I kissed your cheek. I hope sunflowers always remind you to stand tall and strong. I hope when you drive you sing at the top of your lungs even if no ones there to listen. your laugh is contagious. hope you laugh, not that fake laugh you did sometimes but the one that starts in your belly and explodes from your soul. i hope you reach into your pockets, backpack, and glove box and find Chapstick strategically placed everywhere. i hope you flip the coin, take a drive, and maybe one day it will lead you back to me.
—  but until then, I hope parts of me have become parts of you too.
cold prompts
  • “But I’m cold!”
  • “Hey, let me use your pockets to warm my hands.”
  • “Your nose is all red.”
  • “Yeah, Not gonna happen. Get you own hat.”
  • “That’s my jacket!”
  • “Why are you out here in this weather?” 
  • “…Your gloves are supposed to match.”
  • “Hold my hand. It’ll be warmer.”
  • “My scarf always did look better on you.” 
  • “I’m just warming you up.”
  • “I can’t feel my nose!” 
  • “Come in, its freezing out there.”
  • “You suit rosy cheeks.” 
  • “Here. Take my jacket.”
  • “Your lips are all blue.”
  • “Here. My scarf.”
  • “I can offer you exactly one of my gloves.”
  • “My jacket is big enough for us both.”
  • “Your hands are all cold…”
Every Year

Character: Newt Scamander

A/n: Ah! I almost failed my goal on the second day, but then again nothing else is new :)

But regardless, this was fun!

“Okay so, everyone should be over around 7:30, but I should be back long before then, so we won’t have to worry too much about that.” You said to Newt as you shoved on your coat.

“Are you sure you want to go out on your own? I’ll come if you want.” Newt offered, handing you your scarf and gloves.

You smiled greatfully, wrapping your scarf around your neck. “Don’t worry about, I need you here to start with the cooking.”

Newt’s face faltered. “Do you think that’s the best idea.”

You laughed, bringing his face close to yours so you could kiss his cheek. “Darling, the worst you could do is burn the apartment down. I’ll be back before you even know it.”

Newt smiled, waving as you walked out of the door. Then he turned to look at some of the things you had already set out on the counters so he wouldn’t be too confused.

There was a lot to say the least, you were having the Goldstein sisters, Credence, Jacob and Percival over for Christmas, and the two of you were in charge of making dinner.

Well more you than him, Newt could easily whip together antidotes in his shack, but the feilds of actually cooking were foreign to him.

You however, were wonderful at it, which is why most of the holiday dinners were held at your place.

But now you had to take care of collecting everyone’s gifts, so Newt was now tasked with at least starting the process.

It was gonna be a long day.

You ended up being able to get everyone’s gifts quicker than you originally expected, showing back up at your apartment not even an hour later.

Your walked slowed as you approached your door, distinctly smelling smoke. You opened the door and were greeted by the sight of Newt pulling something from the stove and hitting away the smoke with a tea towel.

“Newt, I haven’t even been gone an hour?” You half asked him, wanting to know what he could have managed to do within 50 minutes.

“I’ve been busy!” He shouted, closing the oven door and frowning at it.

“You know when I said the worst you could is burn down the apartment, I didn’t mean it seriously, my love.” You said, tossing your coat on the couch and walking up to him and observing the damange.

Newt couldn’t help but laugh, it sort of became self-fulfilling prophecy for him to ruin food whenever he was in charge of cooking, no matter how small the task.

You laughed as well, observing the now mess of a turkey sitting disappointedly in your sink. “Well it’s nothing I can’t fix.” You said with a smile, giving Newt a small peck before dismissing him from the kitchen.

“Why don’t you wrap the gifts while I get this done?” You offered, opening one window a smidge to let out some of the smoke.

Newt snapped his fingers and pointing at the bags. “Now that, I can do.” He said, kissing your cheek in an apology as he went to complete his new task.

It’s funny really, you knew how unskillful he was with food, but he always somehow found his way in the kitchen every holiday.

You’d think after so many mishaps
you’d learn your lesson.

But maybe next year he’d get it down.

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“I can’t believe our luck. It’s been so good as of late.”

“On the count of three, we all run.”

“I know it was you. You still have snow on your glove.”

“There’s nothing quite as delightful as that smile on your face.”

“You can keep your pretentious attitude where it belongs, thank you very much.”

“I could have sworn you didn’t believe me five minutes ago. Did the glowing eyes change your mind?”

I’m continuing my research into medieval textiles and fashion, and there’s all this fascinating etiquette about wearing gloves in the middle ages:

  • Gloves were never worn when taking the hand of your dancing partner
  • The act of picking up the glove of one’s lady love was a sign of deep devotion. Men sought permission to pick up their lady love’s glove and return or retain it. 
  • The manner in which a man wore gloves and the way he removed them had to be given careful attention while he was paying court to his beloved. “There were subtle meanings in the manipulation of the glove, which might have serious consequences.”
  • Giving someone a gift of gloves was a special way to recognize one’s indebtedness to the recipient, or to acknowledge the receipt of a favor. Gloves were also given to guests by the host at a banquet or ceremony. 
  • If you were a fashionable noble in the 1400s, you carried your gloves slung in a belt around your waist, or in a pouch at your waist.
  • It was considered a great insult to address a high personage, or to greet a friend, without first removing the glove of the right hand. 
  • Gloves treated with poison were favorite gifts to send to your greatest enemy.
Hit Me

For Anon who requested 10 and 20 for Hotch “Oh, shit.” “Hit me. I’m serious, hit me.”

You were in a small town in north Washington State and it was the middle of January and you were freezing. You’d had on two pairs of gloves and your fingers still felt like they were ready to fall off, and you stopped feeling your nose several hours ago.

Morgan and Hotchner were standing in front of you, looking around the front property of the unsub’s cabin. You’d located it a few hours ago via Garcia, unfortunately it had take you all that time to hike through the woods to find it, and when you got there it looked abandoned for the most part.

“Waste of time.” Morgan announced, kicking at the house angrily, “We wasted hours coming out here, and hours going back, for nothing, for an abandoned house. No one’s been out here in years.” You moved towards the front door, mostly trying to get the blood moving back in your legs when you noticed something.

“Hey wait.” You announced, “Someone has been here recently!” Hotch and Morgan came up to your side where you were pointing excitedly at the door.

“I don’t get it.” Morgan shook his head, and Hotch nodded along with him causing you to sigh.

“These nails, what’s different from them, compared to the entire rest of the house.” Both looked at you blankly and you groaned, “No rust! And you call yourselves profilers! These nails look brand new, someone came out here recently and nailed this door shut.”

“Reid,” Morgan called, and the other man’s head lifted, looking confused, “You’ve just lost your title of the BAU’s resident genius.” Reid rolled his eyes and went back to looking over the notes he’d brought along. Hotch turned and grabbed the handle giving it a pull.

“Nails aren’t doing much for the rotted wood, here,” He took his gloves off handing them to you before grabbing the handle and pulling hard. Turns out the wood was a lot worse off than it looked, and Hotch didn’t need to pull nearly that hard. When the door broke his arm jerked back from the force he was yanking and collided with something. That something being your face.

“Oh, shit.” You stumbled back, foot catching on the step causing you to fall back and land on your butt. The frozen dirt did nothing to pad your landing, “Dammit.” You hand went to you face, feeling the blood trickling out.

Hotch dropped down in front of you eyes wide, grabbing his gloves from your hand and using one to wipe the blood away, trying to asses the damage.

“Jesus Christ (Y/N) I didn’t think you were right behind me, I’m sorry. Does it feel broken.” You shook your head slightly, waving him off.

“I’ll be fine, crooked nose adds character.” You joked, “I should’ve known better than to stand that close.” Hotch grabbed your hands and pulled you up, keeping his glove pressed against your face.

“That’s gonna be a fun accident report to write up. How did (Y/N) break her nose? Oh Hotch socked her for being mouthy.” Emily joked, Hotch only glared in her general direction.

“At least it’s cold out. Nature’s own ice pack.” You smiled.

“Hit me.” Hotch stated and you were caught off guard.

“What?”

“Hit me. I’m serious, hit me.” He moved back, opening his arms gesturing for you to take a swing, and you burst into laughter.

“I’m not going to hit you! It was an accident!” You laughed.

“Come on, (Y/N) hit him, once in a lifetime chance here, baby.” Morgan egged you on, grinning. “Do it for us.”

“Morgan..” Hotch warned, but smirked slightly, in good fun.

“Okay, fine.” You laughed, coming towards a suddenly slightly nervous looking Hotch. Did he really think you would full out take a swing on him. You smirked and lifted your hand before giving his face a small open handed bop with with double gloved hand. Hotch’s head jerked slightly but he laughed and the low velocity impact. “Now I feel better.” You grinned.

  • Me: So how do feel about My Chemical Romance?
  • Person: I only listened to Danger Days. The rest are horrible and worthless.
  • Me: *shoves breadsticks into purse* SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT PEASANT TAKE YOUR GLOVES AND G E T O U T