#Cold storms

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Sesame Street (1969-Present)

[olessan]

Essek and the rest of Bells Hells: Okay, we're going to Eiselcross, an icy, glacially-locked wasteland. Everyone grab some stuff to dress accordingly.

Dorian, Imogen, and Ashton:

[chalkrub]

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[violetsorengail]

Xaden growing colder throughout the book when the one thing Sgaeyl hates is the cold

[earthsparked]

Unsurprisingly, Rung’s the first one to notice.

When Rodimus announced the Lost Light would be bringing on a cohort of humans as some kind of security advisors, or something, the mechs had responded in various ways. Mutters of resignation, irritation, curiosity. Whirl had been…Whirl.

We probably shouldn’t leave the humans alone with him, the ship’s psychiatrist had worried, the third time the mech had made one of the organics freak out with his jokes (“jokes”) about squishies, about the various graphic ways their entrails would gum up his inner workings. Half the poor dears outright disliked the mech, and many of the others were understandably terrified of him. What else were they supposed to think, when his only interactions with them were threatening to some degree or other?

So when every mech’s EM field tightened with concern one day in Swerve’s, watching as an overcharged Whirl swaggered up to where the newest member of their organic crew was chatting with Rewind, Rung vented softly and expected more of the same.

Only -

You blinked at the rather direct, messy threats coming your way by the big blue flier the others had warned you about. And chuckled.

You’re forgetting the bones. You guys always forget the bones.

The slag does THAT mean, squishy?

A knock of your knuckles on the table, as Swerve keeps cleaning the same glass over and over, watching this go down, clearly about to ask Ultra Magnus to intervene the second this crosses the line…

You laugh outright under the glaring optic. See, right there. We’re not just viscera. We have an internal bone structure! So when you step on me, it’s not going to be a squish. Not just a squish, anyway. More like a CRUNCH, and a gooey ooze, and some screaming of course. Then a drip, drip, drip -

You dip your fingers in your drink and let drops of it patter to the table, in imitation of that red fluid that is and isn’t like energon at all.

Whirl just…stares. You smile at him, earnest, a little playful. You know what you’re doing, clearly, but there’s nothing cruel to it. Your strange, alien, yet strikingly comparable EM field - which you supposedly can’t even sense, how odd - is as open and straightforward as any he’s encountered. You’re engaging. With Whirl.

Neurodivergent, your mental health records had said when he’d looked them over. He’s no xenopsychiatrist, he’d protested to Rodimus, but after being pushed into reading your species’ own research he has to admit the similarities between your kind and his are so striking, nearly unsettlingly so…

He can’t help thinking, what a lovely word the humans had made.

That differences exist and minds diverge, and it’s not wrong. It’s not stigmatized - or shouldn’t be, the humans say. It could make an old mech like him reminisce on the horrors of Functionalism, the crimes of their past…compared to that lovely word, neurodivergent.

So he knows that Whirl is being confronted by a species, or at least one member of a species, who diverges. Who sees differences as something to embrace. You’re still smiling up at Whirl as he snaps out some further defensive threats, but Rung sees it. Hears it. Wonders at it.

Fine, you can be Crunchy, he snarks, and after a few more vague insults, goes to pick a fight with someone more his size.

You make a face and try to explain as he turns away that Actually “crunchy” has a certain connotation in my society, and I’m definitely not “crunchy.” Uh, but I guess I’ve had worse nicknames. Bye, Whirl! you call, unperturbed. Nice meeting you! I like how blue you are by the way!

Do you realize that you’ve managed to get under the fractious mech’s plating?

Do you see the way Whirl looks over his shoulder as he’s finally getting dragged off to the brig for starting another fight - looking to see if you’d been watching? The same way he tosses out a joke, Hey Eyebrows - looking for a reaction.

Rung sees it, and nurses his drink, and wonders what might happen if he slips a datapad to you about empurata.

[imperatoralicia]

I think Lace "I've Already Survived One Fade Apocalypse" Harding deserves to have one of those machine guns from The Descent DLC that BioWare sort of quietly snuck into the Dragon Age universe.

[originalartblog]

pamper tiny chuuya tooo pleaseeeee (also can i see tiny verlaine and rimbaud) 🙏

I tinified them :)

[oananovicov]

"How did you get through the Wall?" Jojen demanded as Sam struggled to his feet. "Does the well lead to an underground river, is that where you came from?

You're not even wet ..."

"There's a gate," said fat Sam. "A hidden gate, as old as the Wall itself. The Black Gate, he called it."

The Reeds exchanged a look. "We'll find this gate at the bottom of the well?" asked Jojen.

Sam shook his head. "You won't. I have

to take you."

"Why?" Meera demanded. "If there's a gate ...

"You won't find it. If you did it wouldn't open. Not for you. It's the Black Gate." Sam plucked at the faded black wool of his sleeve. "Only a man of the Night's Watch can open it, he said. A Sworn Brother who has said his words."

"He said." Jojen frowned. "This ….. Cold-hands?"-ASOS -Bran IV

[a-little-bit-of-whump-123]

Stranding whumpee

Do you know what more pain than a whumpee wanders in a storm/snowfall, only manages to find a distant house and knocks on the door moment before they collapse?

It's the whumpee who found the house, but didn't do that. They didn't feel it was right to knock on a stranger's door and ask for this kind of help. Either from fear of rejection, or because don't want to be a burden. So instead, they went to the rear of the house, looked for a spot hidden from sight, then sat there. They curled up tightly on themself under the eaves, as if the little roof jutted out of the wall could shield them from the brutal weather. And they stayed like that all night.

The next morning, the house owner woke up and decided to go to the rear house to get some gears that they had put there. As they went, they saw something slumped against the house wall. They didn’t expect it was a person at first, but when they went near, they saw whumpee clearly, soaked, frozen, and half dead in their yard.

Cue some wholesome stranger caretaker arc :]] Or- this could be an unexpected friend/lover or even enemy, up to you.

[graementality]

guiding star, stay on your path

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Muppets Tonight (1996-1998)

[welldigger62]

Nothing happening here 😕

Happy Thursday guys😃

The winter ice storm that is going through Ohio and southern Michigan didn’t quite get up as far north as mid Michigan. That’s fine with me. I got all my errands done yesterday so I can just chill today. That will be easy because it’s only 24F degrees (-4C) outside. 🥶

We did get a little dusting of snow earlier in the morning but you can see it didn’t even cover the grass.

Have a great day out there. ✌🏼

[rotinmycore]

I am treading through cold. I am treading through all I know.

[tomialtooth]

To have a face is to have personhood. So by making Bell wear a balaclava, Bell's personhood and identity is denied.

Bell's balaclava therefore serves two purposes. In universe it serves both as a tool to sever the connection between Bell and their former identity and to dehumanize them to the rest of the safe house crew. Getting attached to Bell is dangerous and it's easy to get attached to something with a face. By removing Bell's face from the equation with the Balaclava it becomes easier for Park and Adler to avoid becoming attached to Bell.

Out of universe it allows the player to imagine however they want Bell to look like without having to add actual character model customization to the game.

[abirddogmoment]

Today was the first day that we've had enough daylight to take a real walk after work without me leaving early.

Here's to more daylight every day from here until the end of the year 💛

[semisolidmind]

Just gonna peek my head on in here real quick…. You’re fantastic, deserve so much and I hope you have a marvelous month.

Otay, bye~!

i appreciate that immensely, my guy.

im going through a dry spell; the anxiety of finding a job in the current market, alongside the current state of the world has me feeling burnt out and unable to do much at all.

kind words don't solve problems, but they certainly help.