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braxlrose · 1 year

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things i imagine 2005 bf bill does

• when/if he finds you sitting out in the rain he'll end up sitting down with you. it took some convincing because when he found you he was standing there, holding a regenshirm, shivering and was like "what the fuck are you doing out here 😮‍💨."

• it ended in you dragging him to the ground with you and playing in the rain. bonus points in you two ended up rolling in mud 💀

• memorizes your coffee order and always gets you a cup whenever he goes to get coffee or walks by a coffee shop

• plays with your hands when you two are cuddling and kisses your finger tips

• is always holding your hand. wherever you two are going, you guys are hand in hand. he loves the feeling of it and it just makes him really happy

• you two go on walks all the time whenever you guys aren't sleeping, rehearsing or doing school stuff and it's always so much fun. like always, you're holding hands, you guys get donuts and he buys you stuff whether you need it or not

• you two went skinny dipping together one night. you guys had been together for a couple months now and you were hanging out in your bedroom when you suggested you guys go "do something fun".

• he had no idea what you meant until you snuck our your window and brought him to the nearest lake and stripped. his eyes practically popped out in the sockets when you stepped into the lake and put your head underneath the water. you looked super sexy btw, all "you comin' in 🤭?"

• paints your nails for you and you paint his. he loves doing it with you because so many girls and guys make fun of him for doing it and he loves how much you don't judge him for anything

• i mentioned this in this story, but he ties your shoes for you whenever he notices they're untied.

• when his roots starts showing, he loves it when you help him redye his hair. and he also loves it if you have colored hair too that he can dye for you

• gets you sweet little things like charm bracelets that he made himself. like the ones with different colored string and then the little beads on them that are white with letters that you can spell stuff out with.

• makes you breakfast in bed when he isn't feeling lazy and wakes up before you

• smiles like a dumb idiot whenever you stand up to bullies for him. he interlocks his fingers with yours and rests his chin on your shoulder as you berate them, just holding in his laughter

• plays mermaids with you whenever you guys are at the pool hanging out

• buys you new clothes whenever he sees something you might like

• goes all out for valentines day. as we all know he's a hopeless romantic and believes in true love and all that shit so he LOVES spending valentines day with you.

• he buys you chocolate, flowers, romantic movies, writes you little notes and puts them in your locker throughout the day.

• if you two talk about having sex on valentines for the first time, he'll get you guys a hotel room and go all out with rose petals and shit.

• DO YOU GUYS KNOW THE SCENE IN 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU WHERE KAT IS SUPER MAD AT PATRICK AND HE SINGS "CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU"? I SCRIPTED THIS HAPPENS AND YALL NEED TO DO IT AS WELL. if you don't know the scene, here it is.

• loves jaw kissing. doesn't matter if he's kissing your jaw or you're kissing his jaw, he loves it so much

• he loves it when you cook for him, especially if you're really good at cooking. same goes for baking

• plays footsie with you under the table during school hours

• bill likes PDA but he doesn't like stuff like shoving your tongues down eachothers throats at school. but he loves wrapping his arm over your shoulder, small kisses, hand holding, kissing your temples, etc.

• you and him have snowball fights im winter and it's always tons of fun. afterwards you both go inside and have some hot chocolate.

• he doesn't want you getting a cold during the winter so he practically forces you to wear gloves, a hat, jacket, scarves etc.

• but for some reason he only has to wear a jacket and he'll be perfectly fine 🤨

• kisses your hands and traces your tattoos

• combs your hair for you to make sure you don't have any knots your hair

• helps you out with homework and you do the same for him

• walks you to class with him hand in your back pocket and kisses you goodbye when he has to leave to go to his class. but he always gets super happy whenever he goes to a class that you're also in.

• invites you to parties with the rest of tokio hotel and ends up in some random room with you cuddling in your arms cause he gets all lovey dovey when he's drunk

• lights your cigarettes for you when you two are hanging out. he either lights it with a lighter or lights his cigarette first and then lights your with his cigarette. he usually does the second one because he thinks it's more cute and romantic

taglist: @hearts4kaulitz @burntb4bydoll @spelaelamela @bored0writer @fishinaband @billsleftnutt @tokiiohot @bluepoptartwithsprinkles @saumspam @5hyslv7

a/n: let me know if you guys want more

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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This is a long one, sorry babe, the socks and feet fetish just gave me such a funny idea for a gag gift for Nanami. Here where I live we have these things called "nakurnjak", it would translate to willy warmer (men wear it in winter to keep their willy's warm) 😭😭😭😭 and the idea of reader buying, even better knitting or crocheting it them self for Nanami is so funny in my head (she could make several to match with his ties!). I did bit of research and to my surprise this fits Nanami's Danish roots BECAUSE they had a tradition where a girl would present her boyfriend with a willy warmer to see how seriously he took their relationship. If the gift was rejected, this was seen as evidence that he was not yet ready for marriage. Reader may or may not be hinting something @ Kento. (References: wiki and reddit)

Pairing: boyfriend!Nanami x f!reader

cw: established relationship, language, suggestive dialogue, fluff

Author’s Notes: Hi anon! Thank you for the request, this was a fun one! I hope you like it and get a good laugh out of it like I did. 😊

With the weather getting colder lately, you decide to put your knitting skills to use. It starts with easy projects, like scarves and bonnets. One day, you go online, searching for different ideas on what to make. Several minutes of browsing, you finally find your next creation: a willy warmer. It’s the last item listed on this website, more of a throwaway as a joke. But you’re absolutely serious about making it. Just thinking about it has you giggling. Upon further research, you discover that in certain traditions, a willy warmer is gifted to a boyfriend to see if they are ready for marriage. This motivates you even further to take on this ambitious project in hopes that Nanami, your boyfriend of several years now, will finally take a hint.

It takes a while to knit it, but eventually, your hard work pays off and the results are outstanding. You manage to recreate his signature spotted tie pattern exactly, so now he’s matching, assuming he accepts this ridiculous gift.

After dinner, the two of you digest your meal on the couch while watching a show you’re following. At the end of the episode, you pause it, reaching into the drawer beside you to retrieve your creation. He eyes you nervously. “What’s going on?”

You grin, holding it out to him. “Surprise!”

He gives you a confused look, waiting for you to explain. When you continue to stare at him, beaming, he asks, “What is this?”

“Babe, you’re Danish, you should know what this is!” You pinch at the tip and the balls, stretching it as if that makes it any clearer.

His brows are furrowed in uncertainty. “It looks like a penis.”

Laughing, you say, “That’s because it’s for your penis. It’s a willy warmer. I knitted it myself. And it matches your tie!”

He chuckles, his expression relaxing. “What on earth am I going to use this for?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, honey. You use it to warm your willy.”

“I don’t need to warm my willy.”

You frown at him. “So you don’t want it?”

“I appreciate the gesture, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m going to use it.”

Crossing your arms, you toss the willy warmer back into the drawer, slamming it shut with a bit of aggression. “Fine. If you don’t want it, I’m sure somebody else will.” You stand up, stomping towards your bedroom, kicking it closed.

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Nanami fucked up.

He knew it as soon as the smile dropped from her face. It would have been so easy to accept the silly gift like a good boyfriend should, but, of course, he had to mess it up in a royal fashion.

Immediately, he follows her to the bedroom, finding that it’s locked. With a small knock, he says, “Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll use it, okay? If it makes you happy.” He leans against the frame, pressing his ear to the surface to hear any response. When none comes, he sighs, returning to the couch.

He remembers what she mentioned earlier, about him being Danish, and he wonders what that has to do with it. Phone in hand, he goes to a private browser to do a quick search. After a few minutes, he finds out that hereally fucked up. The tradition says that a man must accept the willy warmer as a gift whenever it is presented to him to indicate that he is ready for marriage.

He buries his face in his hands, groaning at his mistake. Of course he’s ready for marriage. He’s been in love with her for years. And while they’ve discussed it in detail, imagining with fondness about their future together, he’s never actually given her a straight answer about when it will happen. She’s always been patient, never one to pressure him about timelines or threaten him with ultimatums. This is the closest she’s gotten to it, in the form of some crude penile covering. He chuckles to himself at the absurd situation they find themselves in. Still, he has to find a way to make it up to her, and fast.

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You’re actually upset Nanami didn’t accept your gift. Not only did he reject what you spent hours working on, he essentially told you he wasn’t ready for marriage. And sure, maybe he doesn’t know that hidden meaning behind it, but still! You’re annoyed with him.

There’s another gentle knock on the door. This time, you don’t ignore it, swinging it open to give him a piece of your mind. However, the sight you find instead has you speechless.

Nanami is completely naked from head to toe, except for the willy warmer wrapped snugly around his cock. He smirks at you, holding his arms out, presenting himself. Before you can respond, he says, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I accept this gift with all my heart. And, I guess, my penis.”

You burst into laughter, stepping towards him to slide your arms around his waist, face nuzzling his chest. “So, does this mean you want to marry me then?”

He squeezes you in a loving embrace. “You know I do. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. And I can’t wait to officially call you my wife.”

You grin, peering up at him to give him a kiss. “So,” you tease, palming his cock through the yarned fabric, “Shall we test how warm your willy is?”

#nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami fluff #nanami fanfic #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #requests #nanami request

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justagirl-with-aphone · 1 year

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What I imagine MHA character's hobbies are (dekusquad)

I think we all know Midorya works out religiously, but I think he would specifically power lift. I can see him trying his best to improve, he would have some insane weight as his goal he had to lift. like a ton or something. I know for a fact Bakugo tries to outlift him but ends up failing because Midoryia has been doing this for a lot longer. I can see him trying to lift one of his big-ass weights over his head in a lunge-thingy (I don't know shit about powerlifting if you couldn't tell) and almost taking himself out because he topples over. Infront of multiple people. They poke fun at him all the time for it

Iida runs track. I don't make the rules. He specifically does hurdles to challenge himself since he knows he would probably outrun everyone if it were a straight race. He wants to practice not always relying on his quirk, so he learns how to jump hurdles. He would invite everyone to a meet and would scold them for being 'unruly' while he was running.

I think Shoto writes Haiku's. He's trying to improve on his social skills and learn things other than combat. He saw some haiku's and he thought it was simple enough. He'd get really good at it, asking Midorya to read his works. Happier than he would admit when Izuku complimented him on it. He would eventually get something like Instagram and would post his haikus collecting more fangirls than he already had.

I believe Uraraka would crochet. She would make those cute little stuffed animals for Eri and her friends she thought would like them! She crochets everyone's scarves during winter, personalizing them to everyone's color scheme, and swells with pride when she sees everyone EVEN BAKUGO wearing them :). People would buy her yarn and ask for her to make things, which she would happily do.

I know Tsuyu would swim. Whether it's competitively, or just for fun. She loves the water and she enjoys the thrill of doing something shes great at. If she swam competitively, she would invite people to her meets and be so ecstatic if people came and cheered her on! I know this girl has great sportsmanship.

#dekusquad #mha #mha headcanons #bnha #bnha headcannons #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #iida tenya #mha iida #shoto todoroki #mha shoto #ochako uraraka #mha ochako #tsuyu asui #mha tsuyu

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rottin6 · 3 months

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fashion style pleaseee layla, i have a gut feeling that you dress cool

apologies for the late reply but fashion is something i’m so. insane about that i wanted to make sure i give you a proper answer xo

i love love love to shop and i’m always buying clothes n stuff (just bought the most gorgeous bag ever) but my outfits are sorta consistent. like i feel like i’ve managed to finally cultivate my own style after years of going through (horrible) phases

(all my pictures)

i mainly wear dark tones, i have a lot of black in my wardrobe especially when it comes to accessories. the above pics are me when i’m going out but i’m obviously not going out all the time which is when i’ll either stay in my pyjamas or just stick to the whole cargos n sweatshirt combo. i am only 5’ however so sometimes i have to switch out the sweatshirt for a small top otherwise i will look like im drowning in my clothes which i do not want!

(not my pictures)

when it comes to shoes, i will wear the fuck outta heels cause i’m not growing taller anymore. kitten heels are my best friend but stilettos are a first love, can’t go wrong with either of them. heels n jeans are always a good combo for me but i am a london gal true and through so trainers/sneakers are a must. atm i fw adidas campus (not the sambas! hate them with a passion!). waiting for the new balance 530 trend to be over cause the 550s are just so much cuter

(not my pictures)

bags…might as well call them fucking cocaine. i love any kind of bags except for backpacks. i was well and truly that girl in high school who would carry all her shit in a bucket handbag cause why the hell would i want to rock up looking like rowley jefferson?? coach bags are my fave rn i just think they’re so pretty. i tried to like the lil mini bags but they’re so. inconvenient like bitch?? hello i can’t fit my phone in here!?

honorable fashion mentions:

love a little black dress, i will take every opportunity to wear one. love those big woolly scarves that you can wear around ur head in winter, best thing ever made. those lace tops that just look good with everything. leather jackets especially over a dress and it’s oversized and done right.

and i always always have my nails done n change my phone case depending on the outfit, i think they’re two things that really put a look together (moreso the phone case).

and that’s really it tbh, love u if u read all the way and cared about this as much as i do pls 😭

#fashion #one of my friends was scouted to be a model while she was just. walking the street #so now i remind myself before i put on any outfit ‘this could be ur day!’#is it ever?? no #but a girl will dream!#ask layla #ask game #royal tag #genuinely love u for this ask

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blushydiorrb · 5 months

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blushydior

getting ready for dream girl summer 🌸🫧

a post on getting through the summer flawlessly as a dream girl <3

getting through summer looks like… basking & glowing in the beautiful sun, traveling, going out with ease, having fun, being messy and more. so let’s begin.

♡ categories:

what does your ideal summer for this year look like? ideas, moodboards

physical: summer essentials, what to wear, makeup looks, luxuries, summer reads and bucket lists.

mental: mindset, wellness, reads and bucket list ideas

♡ what’s your ideal summer? ♡

you create the definition of dream girl and it can always change. so decide what your mind and body needs. is this a time for healing? or is this a time to be adventurous?

do you see yourself in nature, enjoying the silence after a chaotic winter and spring? or going to parties, hanging out with friends, meeting new people and trying so many new things?

or why not both? 💋

some bucket list ideas:

spend more time outside than on your phone

have a morning routine. don’t lose structure in the day. switch it up for summer and make it fun.

make a list of nice restaurants in the city to try out

plan out picnic dates

buy disposable cameras and have them developed at the end of summer!

go skydiving

go to a fancy hotel bar and leave the place with someone’s number (or many)

go on late night drives!

explore a random city

try out new foods

most important of all: follow your gut. keep your safety your #1 priority.

physical

♡ summer essentials

sunscreen duhh, is a must no matter the season, especially for summer.

⤷ apply sunscreen before you go out and reapply ever 2 hours. look for products that are: lightweight & nonsticky, don’t leave a white cast, spf 50++

anything from sol de janeiro ugh <3

waterproof jewelry

sunglasses

sea salt spray

shimmer body oil

after sun care

your signature scent for summer (scent recommendations below)

pack light and smart with makeup if you’re one to touch up: lipstick (can be used for your eyes and cheeks also), eyeliner, etc.

hair clips/ties

qtips for makeup smudges

mini fan to cool down

small wallet

have fun and unplug but if it’s a must, carry a portable charger if you didn’t charge it in the car or before you left the house.

tissues (for sweat, blotches)

♡ outfit essentials

sundresses

mini !! skirts !!

mules

bikini tops as regular tops

gold hoop earrings

silk scarves

flowy bottoms, skirts, dresses

a cute cover up

patterns

mini bag

backless tops

beauty

♡ warmer weather calls for natural, glowy looks

the sun is out so it’s only natural for me to want to glow when the sun is hitting my face and body ♡ i love to really highlight my highest points.

applying subtle gold shimmer on your eyelids

lipgloss!

preferably one that is hydrating, slightly pigmented to bring out the colors in your lips & glowy. not sticky. my recommendation is the dior lip glow stick.

highlighter

my favorite is mac’s strobe highlighter in peachlite. it honestly gives my skin such a beautiful and subtle pink glow to my face!! i love applying it before my makeup.

⤷ don’t forget your collarbones and shoulders.

there is nothing else that makes me feel like a radiating goddess walking down the street when i put highlighter on my body.

⤷ also, layering powder products on top of wet/creamy products make them more pigmented! this is why you see some people wet their eyeshadow brushes before dipping them into the product ♡

blushed & flushed or nothing!

who doesn’t love a good blushed face during the summer? just because your blush is visible doesnt mean you’re wearing too much!!!! own it!!

have fun with subtle pops of color 💋

it doesn’t have to be too crazy. keep it simple.

ideas can be:

- two toned eyeshadows

- colorful winged eyeliners

- a bold lip

nails ♡

- fun & bright colors like orange & blue

- if you want to keep it simple: french tips, nudes!

♡ summer scent recommendations

marc jacobs perfect

delina - de marly

le labo thé noir 29

chanel chance

replica beachwalk & bubble bath

tom ford soleil blanc, lost cherry, neroli portofino, bitter peach

good chemistry coco blush

victoria secret bombshell beach

ariana grande - sweet like candy

solinotes cherry blossom

for the mind & soul

♡ summer reads

nothing better than a good summer read. here are some recommendations!

my year of rest and relaxation - ottessa moshfegh

it happened one summer - tessa bailey

hook, line, and sinker - tessa bailey

beach read by emily henry

people we meet on vacation by emily henry

book lovers by emily henry

one hot italian summer - karina halle

malibu rising - taylor jenkins reid

every summer after by carley fortune

the wedding crasher by mia sosa

twisted series - ana huang (twisted love, twisted games, twisted hate, twisted lies)

birthday girl - penelope douglas

love & gelato - jenna evans welch

one italian summer - rebecca serle

hands down - mariana zapata

better than the movies - lynn painter

- have fun. kisses from blushydior ♡

#blushydior

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aechii · 2 years

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ENHYPEN • CUTE MOMENTS OF AUTUMN

abt. a few headcanons for each member, stating some cute things you two would do in autumn.

warn. mentions of food

a/n. this took alot of thinking lmao 😭 my brain is completely scarce of thoughts. anyways, these are just my opinions and yes, there will be alot of baking/cooking in this as autumn is definitely the season for them. i do not celebrate halloween so there isn't anything about it in here, apart from the few mentions of pumpkin pies. hope you enjoyyyy :))

lee heeseung .:.

cuddles under a warm blanket. reruns of gilmore girls. baking heart shaped cookies. walks through the park. buying pumpkin spice candles. doing 'just dance' at home as it's too cold to go to the dance studio. midnight talks about autumn vs winter. buying matching knitwear. building towers with empty (and clean!) ramen pots. studying side by side with a rainy view. nose kisses. playing jenga as the fireplace is lit.

park jongseong .:.

mindless autumn clothing shopping for each other. rap battles with a teddy bear as the judge. making heart-shaped pizza. reading with lofi music in the background. making autumn themed clay rings. playing monopoly at 2am. teaching jay how to crochet sweaters. eating pumpkin pie when binge watching vinzenzo. thrifting cozy sweaters. jay painting your nails. volunteer at the local autumn fayre.

shim jaeyun .:.

jumping into leaf piles at the park. taking selfies of your reflection in a puddle. buying layla cute clothes for the cold season. baking ghost buns. competing over who can finish their physics questions the fastest. forehead kisses. guess the ramen flavour. buying weirdly scented candles. playing mario kart whilst huddled under blankets. waking up very early to take layla on a walk during quiet hours.

park sunghoon .:.

going to the ice-rink since the local lake hasn't frozen over yet. tiktoks in the park. watching the fireworks display on bonfire night. singing christmas carols 2 months early. sunghoon trying to teach you how to skate. sleeping in late on rainy days. baking pumpkin pies, which goes very wrong. writing poems about each other instead of doing homework. matching outfits when going out (big infinity scarves + long coats). early morning coffee runs.

kim sunoo .:.

dumping marshmallows on hot chocolate (and getting residue moustaches). baking red velvet cupcakes and decorating them with orange icing. late skin care routines. putting facial masks on each other. playing makeshift tennis with a balloon from the previous night's bonfire party. afternoon naps cuddled beneath a knitted blanket. compliment battles. listening to krnb as you both do homework.

yang jungwon .:.

going to a cat café. sliding on the floorboards with socks. catching falling leaves and exchanging them instead of flowers. baking chocolate chip cookies. buying mini heart-shaped candles. going to the bookstore and staying there for hours. picking apples. making an autumnal song together. painting each other's trainers. reading and annotating books for each other. sky-gazing as you lay on a blanket of leaves.

nishimura riki .:.

trying all of starbucks' fall drinks. riki teaching you japanese. dancing together to soft jazz. walks through the park as it rains. watching 'it's the great pumpkin charlie brown'. listening to taylor swift while cooking. playing tag at the park and throwing leaves at each other. buying matching fuzz socks. buying tote bags. thrifting a patchwork blanket. lighting candles in every corner of the house. pebble throwing at the lake.

#work de aechii 🫧#enhypen #enhypen headcanons #enhypen drabbles #enhypen timestamps #enhypen romance #enhypen fluff #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader

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pinksoullesswench · 10 months

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Cute, cozy ways to survive winter

- buy a winter-ish tea to warm you up in the morning and the evening. You can also make your own mix (I love cranberry and elderberry)

- take vitamin D3 to boost your mood and prevent seasonal depression

- take beta carotin to have a glowy, tanned skin even without the sunlight

- get a good quality jacket from a material like wool or hemp (eco), and yes, it will cost a lot, but it's worth it. It keeps your warmer than any cheaper jacket and will last longer. A tip from a broke girl: I started to save up money in June. Also I search only in second-hand stores. I also recommend a faux fur. You can already find nice finds for 90€

- few times a week, make yourself a little bath for your feet. After a cold day, pour hot water into a bowl and put some nice bathing salts or etheric oils, I usually do smth that smells like pine trees. Super relaxing and warms your feet ^^

- read winter-ish books. They help to romanticize the cold time and make the season much more special

- get yourself a nice thick pair of socks that you will enjoy wearing during the winter

- dress warm. I have a special thermal set that I always put under my clothes. Avoid wearing jeans, for they will only make you freeze. Wear thick sweaters (I love cashmere, I bought one cheap in a second hand store), or long warm skirts or dresses (they make me feel girly and special during the cold time) remember, when you buy expensive, good quality clothes keep them in natural colors so they're universal and timeless. Remember: the time of cute outfits is over, now we're in the survival mode

- you can add yourself some color with pretty gloves and hats. I love wearing slavic scarves during the winter to honor my heritage

- when buying a shower gel, perfume, shampoo or body lotion peak smells that remind you of winter. I go for mandarine/ orange scents 😊🍊

- drink vitamin c in the morning!!!

- choose a thicker cream for your face, nothing water-based. Your skin needs special care and protection during the winter. I have an acne prone, oily skin, and I still choose thicker creams, so don't be afraid to do the same. My go-to for winter is a levera cream for sensitive skin and a black cumin seed oil. I also like products from PinusVital.

- uv still exists during winter so don't forget a sunscreen!

- decorate your apartment, room or house with winter decor. I'd defiently focus more on winter related things since they will last until March. Christmas things tend to be thrown away much quicker after Christmas. There's so many cute ideas!

- get yourself a sun clock. It's a lamp you put by your bed, which imitates the sunshine. It's especially useful in early mornings since we humans aren't programmed to be waking up in full darkness. It helps to wake up your body :)

- get yourself a bunch of candles and light them in the evening. Element of fire has always been crucial for our ancestors during these trying times

- every single week plan to do something new. It can be finding a new song or new album, going to a restaurant or a coffee shop you've never been to before, learning something new, visiting a place you haven't seen yet, trying out a new recipe, even taking a different rode back from work/school, write a new poem, start a new book, watch a new movie, keep yourself entertained by little things

- out of the same principle, try to redecorate or change placement of furniture from time to time. Our brains get easily bored and especially during winter it can be very depressing. Brains need the change to stay healthy and fit

- especially during cold times, a community is really important. Even if you're an introverted person, it doesn't mean you should stay alone all the time. Humans are social beings, and we need contacts to one another. During winter months and long evenings, loneliness can be very hard. Try looking for a local book club or knitting club or any other club you'd enjoy. Download Bumble BFF it's an app that helps you to find friends! Volunteer at your local senior house or even your local dog shelter. Being constantly alone has literally never done anyone any good.

- burn incenses to boost energies in your household (any time it's needed, of course if you believe in stuff like this :) ) I recommend orange incense (brings luck and happiness)

- spend time outside. During the week I barely have time but every weekend I try to go on a walk possibly out in the nature. Your mental state regulates this way. Just 15 minutes of walk outside each day can boost your mood. Believe me, it comes from a person who struggled a lot with depressions.

- don't forget to eat well. You burn more calories during the winter because your body uses lots of energy to keep itself warm. Eat regular, well-balanced food portions. I love vegetarian food magazines that offer amazing seasonal recipes, so you cook with vegetables and fruits that actually grow during the winter. I think it adds more magic and meaning to the season to cook with seasonal food.

- wake up early. And early can be different for every person, but sleeping in every day is not proven to be healthy. Sleeping in causes chronic diseases, slows down your metabolism, and can cause social problems. Of course, there's nothing wrong with having one slower day, but having a crazy sleeping schedule can get you in sleep debt that will not result in anything productive.

- pick projects you want to accomplish during winter like for example my projects are: learn about local birds and mammals, make a little house in my local forest, learn how to diy fairy houses, learn how to knit :)

❄️Remember that winter time is the time to slow down and relax. Look around at nature and see how everything is seemingly dead and waiting for the spring. Don't worry if you're not being great all the time or constantly achieving new milestones because it's totally fine to calm down after many months of work. I know that the capitalism convinced us that we should always work, no matter what, but I just want you to remember that nature intended otherwise and of you're more tired and sleepy during these months that's totally normal. Just be kind to yourself.❄️

#winter #winter time #christmas #yule #cosy #cute #diy #girlhood #slow living #life hacks #hygge #witchcraft

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namusthetic · 2 years

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The Four Seasons

Color guide for the characters' comments:

Winter; Spring; Summer; Autumn;

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Winter

Jittery because had way too much sugar

Started buying presents and wrapping them in September

Has a special mug for every occasion

Likes to relax by the fire while reading or scrolling through their phone

Gives Christmas-themed socks to everyone

Sits in weird positions

Loud and affectionate with people they feel close with (even too affectionate... )

Cold and unforgiving when pissed

Has a reading list and is gonna finish it before the year ends (hopefully)

Struggles with anger management

Smiles at strangers on the street

Starts stuttering and their lisp comes out when too nervous or excited (I heard Autumn saying it was cute - oh really? - S-spring!!!!!!)

Loves surprises

Prideful, gets offended easily, but also forgives and forgets easily (it took us a whole afternoon to get them to open the door just because the three of us hung out without them - still don't know why we bothered. - HEY!!! )

Calls instead of texting

Ready to throw hands if any of their friends gets bullied or insulted

Aesthetics:

Hot chocolate and a crackling fireplace, Christmas songs and mulled wine, snow and cold wind, warm scarves and knitted gloves, snow angles and snowball fights, smirks and fistbumps, warm sweaters and tight hugs, doodles on frosty window panes, dad jokes and uncoordinated dance moves

Playlist:

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Tongue Tied by Grouplove

(I Can Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Eleanor Rigby by Cody Fry

Somebody To Love by Queen

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas by Michael Bublé

Snowman by Sia

Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

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Spring

Has various nervous tics because of anxiety

Always sitting on the floor

Often with their head in the clouds (AM NOT! - darling, I've literally seen you walk into door frames more times than I can count - ... )

Almost never raises their voice

Starts reading a book, then forgets about it and starts another one

Gets lost in daydreaming and dissociates from reality

Defends strongly what they believe in

"If I were a frog you'd be welcome on my lily pad"

Starts projects but never finishes them

Sensitive, cries easily when animals and environment is involved

In touch with their emotions and nature (and also with summer apparently - if you don't shut up, I swear. - Autumn, help me!! - oh, hell nah)

Spends long afternoons having pic-nics in the park, reading, sleeping and sunbathing

Walks in the woods looking for fae traps and playing hide and seek with foxes

Aesthetics:

Flower crowns, pic-nics and apricot jam, sunshine filtering through the leaves, birds chirping and bubbly laughter, bumblebees and bees flying from flower to flower, soft singing, flower crowns and daisy chains, curious eyes and pastel colors, small frogs and lilly pads, strawberry toasts and herbal teas, sweet smiles and paint-stained hands

Playlist:

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Ophelia by The Lumineers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's

Swing Lynn by Harmless

My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

girls by girl in red

Coffee by beabadoobee

Juliet by Cavetown

rises the moon by Liana Flores

Where'd All the Time Go? By Dr. Dog

cardigan by Taylor Swift

No Plan by Hozier

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Summer

Sleeps with the windows open

Goes to the beach at sunrise to walk along the shore

Parties until late at night and comes home in the early morning

Afraid of never being good enough

Plans their day to the second, has a set goal in life

Chatty, makes friends easily but sometimes tries too hard

Just plain gorgeous (agreed!! - *blushes*)

Constantly doing something so they doesn't have any time to wallow in their thoughts

Sees the best in people (even Autumn? - Would you knock it off!?!!)

Doesn't need anyone's approval but cares about their found family's opinion

Has always something urgent to do

Done with everyone's whining (e- even me? - no, not you - pffft, simp. - *proceeds to throw a shoe at Winter* - You asked for it.)

Always tries to be strong by repressing their emotions (yeah, you shouldn't do that - sigh, I'll try not to)

Aesthetics:

Sunshine and linen sheets, freckles and dimples, gold and sand, warm laughter and cold cocktails, strawberry lemonade, pizza and a can of soda, tan lines and stretch marks, afternoon naps on the porch and late night rides, roller skating with their headphones on the promenade, thrift-shopping, a light breeze in the summer heat

Playlist:

Juicy by Doja Cat

Chicken Noodle Soup by J-Hope (ft. Becky G)

Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato

WANNABE by ITZY

Need to Know by Doja Cat

I'm Legit by Nicki Minaj ft. Ciara

About Damn Time by Lizzo

Levitating (ft. DaBaby) by Dua Lipa

Egoistic by Mamamoo

Next Level by aespa

Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Gashina by SUNMI

Dirty Harry by Gorillaz

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Autumn

Lovely and deep, like the woods they like to wander

Started planning their Halloween costume since summer

Chooses their afternoon tea depending on their mood

Likes to sit by the window and read when starts raining

Often misunderstood

Looks dark and broody but is just a cinnamon roll (a cute, little, squishy cinnamon roll!!! - sometimes I struggle to repress the urge to push you off a cliff - nah, you know you love me - who's gonna tell them? - Not me.)

Starts reading several books at the same time and switches between them

Spends long afternoons reading in coffee shops

Struggles with depression and anxiety

Cannot function without coffee in the morning

Gets startled easily if they are focused on something else

Judges everyone silently, that's just what they do (Except Spring, she can do whatever she wants. - is it the cuteness? - It is.)

Waits for the call to end and then texts "What do you want?!?"

Aesthetics:

Eye-rolls, tired eyes, old books and fallen leaves as bookmarks, sentences underlined with shaky lines, large cardigans and knitted sweaters, dark coffee with splashes of milk, Earl Grey tea and butter biscuits, soft sighs and sweater paws, leather messenger bags and worn-out notebooks, the pitter-patter of rain on the sidewalk, fog and drizzle, the distant rumble of an incoming storm

Playlist:

The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala

Tired by beabadoobee

Devil Town by Cavetown

Coffee by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Blondie by Current Joys

Alien Blues by Vundabar

Little Dark Age by MGMT

Hey Kids by Molina ft. Late Verlane

Take a Slice by Glass Animals

Vide Noir by Lord Huron

Mary On a Cross by Ghost

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Zombie by The Cranberries

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Helloo!!! ✨

Sorry it's been a while since I've posted anything (again, sob) but I'm back!

I chose seasons this time, and I've also added comments from each one, I thought it would be a cute thing to add, I had fun doing it.

For the character's comments I used different colors to recognize them, I hope it's not too chaotic.

Hope you enjoy, and please take care of yourselves,

lots of love 💜

#moodboard #aestethic #character aesthetics #tag your aesthetic #character concept #tag yourself #playlist #song suggestions #types of people #seasons #autumn #summer #winter #spring

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Jon VII (Chapter 35)

"We'll want an escort. Ten rangers, armed with dragonglass. I want them ready to leave within the hour."

"Aye, m'lord. And to command?"

"That would be me."

Edd's mouth turned down even more than usual. "Some might think it better if the lord commander stayed safe and warm south of the Wall. Not that I'd say such myself, but some might."

Jon smiled. "Some had best not say so in my presence."

The trappings of power.

Personally I don't have a problem with Jon escorting new recruits beyond the Wall. I think the Lord Commander should be present when all men take their vows.

+.+.+

The wind was gusting, cold as the breath of the ice dragon in the tales Old Nan had told when Jon was a boy.

Everyone laugh at Ned's suffering.

+.+.+

Glass, Jon mused, might be of use here. Castle Black needs its own glass gardens, like the ones at Winterfell. We could grow vegetables even in the deep of winter.

You could plant roses!

"No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Water from the hot springs is piped through the walls to warm them, and inside the glass gardens it was always like the hottest day of summer." She stood, towering over the great white castle. "I can't think how to do the glass roof over the gardens." - Sansa VII, ASOS

+.+.+

The best glass came from Myr, but a good clear pane was worth its weight in spice, and green and yellow glass would not work as well. What we need is gold. With enough coin, we could buy 'prentice glassblowers and glaziers in Myr, bring them north, offer them their freedom for teaching their art to some of our recruits. That would be the way to go about it. If we had the gold. Which we do not.

I can't tell if this is more than Iron Bank foreshadowing.

+.+.+

Word spread fast at Castle Black. Edd was still saddling the grey when Bowen Marsh stomped across the yard to confront Jon at the stables. "My lord, I wish you would reconsider. The new men can take their vows in the sept as easily."

Update: pomegranate still unhappy.

+.+.+

"The Weeping Man may still be out there, watching."

"The grove is no more than two hours' ride, even with the snow. We should be back by midnight."

George R. R. Martin would like me to believe there isn't a single weirwood south of the Wall within two hours. Okay, sure.

+.+.+

The others were good men too. Good men in a fight, at least, and loyal to their brothers. Jon could not speak for what they might have been before they reached the Wall, but he did not doubt that most had pasts as black as their cloaks. Up here, they were the sort of men he wanted at his back. Their hoods were raised against the biting wind, and some had scarves wrapped about their faces, hiding their features. Jon knew them, though. Every name was graven on his heart. They were his men, his brothers.

Big shift from AGOT Jon.

+.+.+

Leathers and Jax were older men, well past forty, sons of the haunted forest, with sons and grandsons of their own. They had been two of the sixty-three wildlings who had followed Jon Snow back to the Wall the day he made his appeal, so far the only two to decide they wanted a black cloak.

I only want to highlight Leathers, the new wildling recruit.

+.+.+

"Talk is there was some trouble at Harlot's Tower last night," the master-at-arms said.

"Hardin's Tower." Of the sixty-three who had come back with him from Mole's Town, nineteen had been women and girls. Jon had housed them in the same abandoned tower where he had once slept when he had been new to the Wall. Twelve were spearwives, more than capable of defending both themselves and the younger girls from the unwanted attentions of black brothers. It was some of the men they'd turned away who'd given Hardin's Tower its new, inflammatory name. Jon was not about to condone the mockery. "Three drunken fools mistook Hardin's for a brothel, that's all. They are in the ice cells now, contemplating their mistake."

[...]

Bowen Marsh had not been all wrong. Hardin's Tower was tinder waiting for a spark. "I mean to open three more castles," Jon said. "Deep Lake, Sable Hall, and the Long Barrow. All garrisoned with free folk, under the command of our own officers. The Long Barrow will be all women, aside from the commander and chief steward." There would be some mingling, he did not doubt, but the distances were great enough to make that difficult, at least.

"And what poor fool will get that choice command?"

"I am riding beside him."

The look of mingled horror and delight that passed across Iron Emmett's face was worth more than a sack of gold. "What have I done to make you hate me so, my lord?"

Jon laughed. "Have no fear, you won't be alone. I mean to give you Dolorous Edd as your second and your steward."

There goes Dolorous Edd and Iron Emmett, two good men.

Does anything ever happen with this tinder waiting to spark? I forget.

Edit: yes. lol.

+.+.+

Do not confuse the Thenns with free folk. Magnar means lord in the Old Tongue, I am told, but Styr was closer to a god to his people, and his son is cut from the same skin. I do not require men to kneel, but they do need to obey.

Sounds like something a King Jon Stark might say.

+.+.+

Jon smelled Tom Barleycorn before he saw him. Or was it Ghost who smelled him? Of late, Jon Snow sometimes felt as if he and the direwolf were one, even awake. The great white wolf appeared first, shaking off the snow.

Stop.

+.+.+

A few moments later Tom was there. "Wildlings," he told Jon, softly. "In the grove."

[...]

Jon was not of a mind to fall back to the Wall, however. If the wildlings are still alive, it may be we can bring them in. And if they are dead, well … a corpse or two could be of use.

Dot, dot, dot.

I bet a corpse or two could be of use.

+.+.+

Ahead he glimpsed a pale white trunk that could only be a weirwood, crowned with a head of dark red leaves.

King Bran or Queen Sansa foreshadowing. Tree boy had the previous chapter, while Sansa always gets the weirwood treatment. I'll let you decide.

Will they lay Sansa down naked beneath the Iron Throne after they have killed her? Will her skin seem as white, her blood as red? - Catelyn III, ASOS

Soldier pines were everywhere, drawn up in solemn ranks. In their midst was a pale stranger; a slender young weirwood with a trunk as white as a cloistered maid. Dark red leaves sprouted from its reaching branches. Beyond was the emptiness of sky and sea where the wall had collapsed . . . - Brienne IV, AFFC

Lysa's apartments opened over a small garden, a circle of dirt and grass planted with blue flowers and ringed on all sides by tall white towers. The builders had intended it as a godswood, but the Eyrie rested on the hard stone of the mountain, and no matter how much soil was hauled up from the Vale, they could not get a weirwood to take root here. - Catelyn VII, AGOT

Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. - Sansa VII, ASOS

+.+.+

The weirwoods rose in a circle around the edges of the clearing. There were nine, all roughly of the same age and size. Each one had a face carved into it, and no two faces were alike. Some were smiling, some were screaming, some were shouting at him. In the deepening glow their eyes looked black, but in daylight they would be blood-red, Jon knew. Eyes like Ghost's.

Weirwoods always look like the lords of the castle. What do these faces represent? Humans that were sacrificed? Greenseers?

At the center of the grove an ancient weirwood brooded over a small pool where the waters were black and cold. "The heart tree," Ned called it. The weirwood's bark was white as bone, its leaves dark red, like a thousand bloodstained hands. A face had been carved in the trunk of the great tree, its features long and melancholy, the deep-cut eyes red with dried sap and strangely watchful. - Catelyn I, AGOT

They crossed the castle's godswood, where the heart tree had grown so huge and tangled that it had choked out all the oaks and elms and birch and sent its thick, pale limbs crashing through the walls and windows that looked down on it. Its roots were as thick around as a man's waist, its trunk so wide that the face carved into it looked fat and angry. - Davos IV, ADWD

+.+.+

The giant was the last to notice them. He had been asleep, curled up by the fire, but something woke him—the child's cry, the sound of snow crunching beneath black boots, a sudden indrawn breath. When he stirred it was as if a boulder had come to life. He heaved himself into a sitting position with a snort, pawing at his eyes with hands as big as hams to rub the sleep away … until he saw Iron Emmett, his sword shining in his hand. Roaring, he came leaping to his feet, and one of those huge hands closed around a maul and jerked it up.

Ghost showed his teeth in answer. Jon grabbed the wolf by the scruff of the neck. "We want no battle here." His men could bring the giant down, he knew, but not without cost. Once blood was shed, the wildlings would join the fray. Most or all would die here, and some of his own brothers too. "This is a holy place. Yield, and we—"

[...]

Jon Snow was about to reach for Longclaw when Leathers spoke, from the far side of the grove. His words sounded gruff and guttural, but Jon heard the music in it and recognized the Old Tongue. Leathers spoke for a long while. When he was done, the giant answered. It sounded like growling, interspersed with grunts, and Jon could not understand a word of it. But Leathers pointed at the trees and said something else, and the giant pointed at the trees, ground his teeth, and dropped his maul.

Good job Leathers! Looks like having wildlings in the Watch has a few benefits.

+.+.+

"It's done," said Leathers. "They want no fight."

"Well done. What did you tell him?"

"That they were our gods too. That we came to pray."

"We shall. Put away your steel, all of you. We will have no blood shed here tonight."

A bunch of greenseers just missed out on dinner.

+.+.+

"The Wall is only a few hours south of here," said Jon. "Why not seek shelter there? Others yielded. Even Mance."

The wildlings exchanged looks. Finally one said, "We heard stories. The crows burned all them that yielded."

"Even Mance hisself," the woman added.

Melisandre, Jon thought, you and your red god have much and more to answer for.

Burned after yielding. What show storyline does that remind you of?

Of course she's next.

+.+.+

"Night gathers, and now my watch begins," they said, as thousands had said before them. Satin's voice was sweet as song, Horse's hoarse and halting, Arron's a nervous squeak. "It shall not end until my death."

May those deaths be long in coming.

The bad news is it won't be. The good news is you can go home.

+.+.+

Jon Snow sank to one knee in the snow. Gods of my fathers, protect these men. And Arya too, my little sister, wherever she might be. I pray you, let Mance find her and bring her safe to me.

"I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children," the recruits promised, in voices that echoed back through years and centuries. "I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post."

Gods of the wood, grant me the strength to do the same, Jon Snow prayed silently. Give me the wisdom to know what must be done and the courage to do it.

This kind of reminds me of something.

Catelyn put her heels to her horse and rode off, leaving her son to ponder her words. It would not do to make him feel as if his mother were usurping his place. Did you teach him wisdom as well as valor, Ned? she wondered. Did you teach him how to kneel? The graveyards of the Seven Kingdoms were full of brave men who had never learned that lesson. - Catelyn IX, AGOT

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They did the same with the two corpses, to the puzzlement of Iron Emmett. "They will only slow us, my lord," he said to Jon. "We should chop them up and burn them."

"No," said Jon. "Bring them. I have a use for them."

Later:

The corpses he consigned to the ice cells.

Jon's going to keep two corpses in the ice cells. Hmmm. That could be useful. . . having chained up dead things.

I'm starting to think this was bullshit!

And this was bullshit.

That's shocking.

I swear it seems like every Jon and Daenerys storyline isn't real!

+.+.+

Jon glimpsed the red wanderer above, watching them through the leafless branches of great trees as they made their way beneath. The Thief, the free folk called it. The best time to steal a woman was when the Thief was in the Moonmaid, Ygritte had always claimed. She never mentioned the best time to steal a giant. Or two dead men.

Watch me become an astrologist the second I get TWOW.

+.+.+

When Edd caught sight of the ragged band of wildlings, he pursed his lips and gave the giant a long look. "Might need some butter to slide that one through the tunnel, m'lord. Shall I send someone to the larder?"

"Oh, I think he'll fit. Unbuttered."

So he did … on hands and knees, crawling. A big boy, this one. Fourteen feet, at least. Even bigger than Mag the Mighty. Mag had died beneath this very ice, locked in mortal struggle with Donal Noye. A good man. The Watch has lost too many good men.

Stop.

There's a giant south of the Wall. Let's feed him Boltons.

+.+.+

Stannis. Jon cracked the hardened wax, flattened the roll of parchment, read. A maester's hand, but the king's words.

Stannis had taken Deepwood Motte, and the mountain clans had joined him. Flint, Norrey, Wull, Liddle, all.

And we had other help, unexpected but most welcome, from a daughter of Bear Island. Alysane Mormont, whose men name her the She-Bear, hid fighters inside a gaggle of fishing sloops and took the ironmen unawares where they lay off the strand. Greyjoy's longships are burned or taken, her crews slain or surrendered. The captains, knights, notable warriors, and others of high birth we shall ransom or make other use of, the rest I mean to hang …

[...]

… more northmen coming in as word spreads of our victory. Fisherfolk, freeriders, hillmen, crofters from the deep of the wolfswood and villagers who fled their homes along the stony shore to escape the ironmen, survivors from the battle outside the gates of Winterfell, men once sworn to the Hornwoods, the Cerwyns, and the Tallharts. We are five thousand strong as I write, our numbers swelling every day. And word has come to us that Roose Bolton moves toward Winterfell with all his power, there to wed his bastard to your half sister. He must not be allowed to restore the castle to its former strength. We march against him. Arnolf Karstark and Mors Umber will join us. I will save your sister if I can, and find a better match for her than Ramsay Snow. You and your brothers must hold the Wall until I can return.

Did I say Asha Greyjoy has four longships? I meant zero.

Stannis has five thousand men. Do you like how confident he sounds in this letter? Pray for the northmen.

You and your brothers must hold the Wall until I can return.

And hide Shireen.

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He was not at all sure how he felt about what he had just read. Battles had been fought at Winterfell before, but never one without a Stark on one side or the other. "The castle is a shell," he said, "not Winterfell, but the ghost of Winterfell." It was painful just to think of it, much less say the words aloud. And still …

I don't know, that could be telling us something.

+.+.+

He wondered how many men old Crowfood would bring to the fray, and how many swords Arnolf Karstark would be able to conjure up. Half the Umbers would be across the field with Whoresbane, fighting beneath the flayed man of the Dreadfort, and the greater part of the strength of both houses had gone south with Robb, never to return.

Have we concluded this is actually Karstark foreshadowing?

I see no reason to worry about Whoresbane, Mors, or Greatjon fighting for Team Bolton.

+.+.+

Robert Baratheon would have seen that at once and moved swiftly to secure the castle, with the forced marches and midnight rides for which he had been famous. Would his brother be as bold?

Not likely. Stannis was a deliberate commander, and his host was a half-digested stew of clansmen, southron knights, king's men and queen's men, salted with a few northern lords. He should move on Winterfell swiftly, or not at all, Jon thought. It was not his place to advise the king, but …

Love how this green boy is an infinitely better battle commander than the great Stannis Baratheon.

It could not be more obvious Stannis is fucked.

+.+.+

What if Bolton never had his sister? This wedding could well be just some ruse to lure Stannis into a trap. Eddard Stark had never had any reason to complain of the Lord of the Dreadfort, so far as Jon knew, but even so he had never trusted him, with his whispery voice and his pale, pale eyes.

Mounting evidence Stannis will walk into a trap set by Roose.

Obviously Arya won't be the lure.

+.+.+

A grey girl on a dying horse, fleeing from her marriage. On the strength of those words he had loosed Mance Rayder and six spearwives on the north. "Young ones, and pretty," Mance had said. The unburnt king supplied some names, and Dolorous Edd had done the rest, smuggling them from Mole's Town. It seemed like madness now. He might have done better to strike down Mance the moment he revealed himself. Jon had a certain grudging admiration for the late King-Beyond-the-Wall, but the man was an oathbreaker and a turncloak. He had even less trust in Melisandre. Yet somehow here he was, pinning his hopes on them.

Oy, Jon has been spot on so far.

Edit: Mance Rayder, the unburnt king. . .

They had been Drogo's people, but they were hers now. The Unburnt, they called her, and Mother of Dragons. Her word was their law. - Daenerys I, ACOK

That is the last thing you want to see. I'm losing my faith in Mance Rayder.

Great catch, @decadelongsummer.

+.+.+

When Jon had been a boy at Winterfell, his hero had been the Young Dragon, the boy king who had conquered Dorne at the age of fourteen. Despite his bastard birth, or perhaps because of it, Jon Snow had dreamed of leading men to glory just as King Daeron had, of growing up to be a conqueror. Now he was a man grown and the Wall was his, yet all he had were doubts. He could not even seem to conquer those.

He died, Jon.

Final thoughts:

Is it groundhog day?

Jon does not act like a Lord Commander. Jon angers Bowen Marsh. Jon integrates more wildlings. Jon sends his friends and supporters away. Jon and Ghost are one.

How can someone complain about Brienne's chapters when Jon's are an endless cycle of the exact same thing?

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foundtherightwords · 1 year

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All Our Yesterdays - Chapter 6

Pairing: Ralph (Timewasters) x OFC

Summary: Thu, a museum archivist, only wants to escape her dull life in 21st-century Hanoi. The last thing she expects is to end up in 1929 Indochina via a time-traveling elevator and cross paths with Ralph, an Englishman on the run from the French Foreign Legion. Romance blossoms between them, but in a colonized country, unrest is always looming on the horizon, and Thu must decide if she wants to stay with Ralph in the past or return to the safety of the future.

Warnings: outdated/period-typical attitudes about women, mentions of war, mentions of pregnancy and abortion (involving a supporting character), some angst, some smut (non-explicit)

Chapter word count: 3.4k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Chapter 6

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather cooled down considerably. There was a chill in the air of the early morning and late in the evening, and a thin veil of silvery mist could be seen hanging about the treetops, though it quickly evaporated with the rising sun. Clothes shops started stocking up on scarves and jackets, and newspapers started carrying advertisements for the newfangled wool pullovers and cardigans. Thu was glad she'd arrived in the fall; even without the urban heat islands of the 21st century, there was no way she could have survived a summer in Hanoi without at least an electric fan.

October passed by, and November rolled around, bringing with it the first cold snap of the year. Thu tried to hang on to her silk áo dài and cotton chemises for as long as she could, thinking it would be pointless to buy warm clothes if she were to leave soon, but as the days dragged on and there was no sign of Homeless Pete, she gave in and bought herself a winter wardrobe. At least I would have quite the collection when I get back, she told herself. But such thoughts were less and less frequent these days. The city was still not quite like her home home, but its familiarity was now comforting rather than bewildering.

It also helped that work was going well for her. At the office, Madame Phuong entrusted her with the typewriter, and when it was clear that she was overqualified to be an errand girl, she became a sort of unofficial copy editor and was sometimes even allowed to accompany the other reporters when they went to cover some events—unlike their male colleagues, the women found it safer to go out in pairs or a group. If Madame Phuong thought it was strange that Thu could type so well but couldn't speak French, or that her spelling was a little off from the usual standard, she didn't mention it. For this, Thu's wage was raised to 30 đồng a month, which wasn't much, but since her rent was so cheap and her need so little, she could afford to live quite comfortably.

Of course, it wasn't all pleasant, living in the past. In her wanderings through the city, sometimes she encountered scenes of poverty and misery so shocking they haunted her for days. She tried to tell herself there was nothing she could do to help, but it did little to alleviate the guilt that tied left her stomach in knots. That was why she stuck to walking or taking the trams. Most people took rickshaws, but Thu felt bad for the drivers, who always looked like they barely had enough to eat, so she never tried them.

Ralph seemed quite confused when, during one of their outings that took them a little further outside the city center, she had refused three rickshaw drivers in a row.

"It feels like I'm—I don't know—exploiting them," she said.

"But it's their job?"

"Yeah? Where's their union then? Where are their benefits? Do they get to retire with a pension?"

"Do they have all that in the future?"

Thu was quiet, thinking that the cyclo drivers in her time didn't have it much better either, but at least they were paid for by tourism companies, and riding with them didn't feel dehumanizing. "No, the pulled rickshaw was banned," she said. "We still have the cycle rickshaws. They're mostly for tourists though."

"But if you don't ride with them, it won't make their lives any better. In fact, it may make things worse, because that means they won't earn money," Ralph pointed out.

Much as she hated to admit it, he wasn't wrong. Thu realized that applying her modern sensibilities to the past would only lead to frustration. So from then on, she did take the occasional rickshaw, though only when there was no tram, and she always made sure to tip the driver generously afterward.

And there was the matter of amenities. The Internet and TV, she learned to do without quite easily. There were so many interesting things to see and experience every day that she didn't miss them at all. She was lucky that there was electricity at least. Still, she found herself missing the little things, things she'd never thought of before. Like a hair dryer, for example. Now if she wanted to wash her hair, she had to remember to do it the night before so it would have time to air-dry, as the only hair dryers available in town were the giant ones used by Western-style hairdressers. Or a shower. Washing with a bucket and a dipper wasn't the same as showering at all, even if you emerged just as clean. Or feminine hygiene products. Thanks to her birth control pills, she didn't have to worry about her period for a while, yet it still caught her by surprise, and she had to have a horribly embarrassing conversation with Mai about it. She supposed women used cloth napkins in this time; she just wasn't sure if they always carried some around like the modern woman carrying tampons.

"Oh, you poor thing!" Mai said sympathetically and ran to the shop next door, before coming back with a paper bag full of clean muslin scraps and safety pins, which she surreptitiously handed to Thu. She wouldn't even hear of Thu paying her back. Thu had always thought the girl rather empty-headed and flighty, but this incident had made her a lot fonder of Mai.

But despite all these little inconveniences, Thu had started to settle down. She no longer had to reach for her phone to ground herself, and like her modern clothes and the rest of her backpack, it was shoved into a drawer in her dresser, while she went about her day, feeling more and more at home in 1929.

***

On November 11th, Thu was assigned to accompany Lien, one of the newspaper's senior reporters, to cover the Armistice Day Parade. Thu was excited—she hadn't read much about such parades from history books, and wondered how it would look compared to the locals' traditional celebrations. She also thought it would be a good opportunity for Ralph, who had managed to sell a few of his autochromes. An autochrome of this parade would look magnificent. So they agreed to meet at Puginier Square, near the Palace of the Governor-General of Indochina—or, as she knew them, Ba Đình Square and the Presidential Palace—where the parade was to set out.

But Ralph didn't show up.

Thu stood by the little park in the middle of the square, her eyes searching the crowd outside the Palace for Ralph's familiar boater hat. At first, she thought he merely got delayed, but as time went on and he was nowhere in sight, she started to get anxious. A cheer went up as the Governor-General left the Palace, escorted by the cavalry, to inspect the troops, and the parade began, so she had no choice but to go along with it.

"Are you waiting for somebody?" Lien asked. A little older than most of the staff, in her mid-thirties at least, she was considered the managing editor of the paper in all but name, and her warm, gentle ways served as a nice counterbalance to Madame Phuong's sternness.

"No," Thu said, a little more sullenly than she'd intended. Ralph had never missed one of their outings. True, sometimes she'd had to barge into his room and dragged him bodily out of bed to make sure he got to a job in time, but he always showed up. What if—and here her heart went cold for a moment—what if he had been arrested by the Legion? Surely not. If there had been an arrest, she would've heard about it. There wasn't much news around the city, and something big like that would've circled fast. So what on Earth had happened to him?

Twice, Thu thought about asking Lien if she could nip off to check on Ralph, but she felt bad about leaving Lien in that noisy crowd on her own. So she trudged along with the crowd and the troops as they marched down Puginier Avenue, followed by parade floats decked out in flowers and greenery to form dragons and other fantastical animals. To all this, Thu hardly paid any attention. She was still hoping to see Ralph dashing through the crowd, holding on to his hat, and apologizing profusely for being late—

"It's too bad that your photographer friend isn't here," Lien said, as if she could read Thu's mind, while her pencil flew over her notebook. "We're too small a newspaper to afford a photographer, but some of the bigger ones would pay great money for photos of an event like this."

"Oh, I'm sure he's busy with something," Thu said, trying to sound casual.

She was well aware of what the women at the office thought of her and Ralph, but she'd always shrugged it off. Unlike the girls of the time, she didn't care if her reputation got ruined. Nobody knew her anyway. However, when somebody brought him up in a pointed way, as Lien just did, she would still get a prick of embarrassment in her stomach. She almost wished they would tease her about him, just so she could say, once and for all, that they were just friends.

Because that's what we are, just friends. Friends can be angry and hurt when they get stood up. Friends can worry about each other's well-being. Right? Never mind that she had put on her new cardigan to meet him that day. Never mind that she had opted out of the office lunch, although it could save her money, in order to try the many street food vendors around the city with him. Never mind that her heart tended to go into arrhythmia whenever she caught his eyes or one of his smiles, especially the ones that showed his dimples...

Thankfully, she walked into Lien just then, which ended that dangerous train of thought and brought her back to reality. The parade had reached the War Memorial at Robin Park, known as Lenin Park in her time, a popular hangout of skateboarders thanks to its smooth flagstones. She hadn't been around this area much. It was, as it remained nearly a century later, the administrative center of the city, and located a little further away from the 36 Streets, so she had no reason to go there.

The mayor of Hanoi was going to give a speech. In the past two months, Thu had picked up the odd French phrases here and there, but certainly not enough for her to understand a whole speech, so she turned away to idly eye the memorial. She had only seen photos of it, since it was torn down after Vietnam gained independence from France in 1945. It showed a group of World War I soldiers pointing their weapons toward the Flag Tower of Hanoi just across the avenue (Bet the locals love that, Thu thought with a snort), and around the base were four more statues showing the core classes of the Vietnamese society - a farmer to represent the rural class, a blacksmith for the artisans, a vendor for the merchants, and a scholar for the intelligentsia.

It appeared the locals had little respect for the memorial. Despite attempts from soldiers and policemen to keep it clear, some children and even grown-ups were clambering onto the base for a better view of the mayor and the troops. Some had even climbed on the back of the water buffalo that accompanied the farmer statue. Thu could see their white pith hats and black cloth turbans bobbing amongst the bronze figures while the police tried in vain to pull them off.

Then something else caught her eyes. Or rather, someone else.

A black wool hat over a head of pale, stringy hair. A long, black coat, silhouetted against the white marble of the base. A face that, even from afar, she knew would be covered with a scruffy white beard and contain a mouthful of rotten teeth.

Homeless Pete.

Her heart jumped to her throat. Without even bothering to excuse herself to Lien, she took off, elbowing her way through the crowd, skirting around the soldiers forming a barricade around the mayor, running toward the memorial just as the police chased yet another group of rubberneckers off of it. Homeless Pete was amongst them. He staggered off—soon, he would be lost amongst the crowd on the other side of the avenue, and she would lose her only chance of getting home—

Somehow, Thu managed to grab his coat.

The old man turned around. It was him. She had been half-afraid that, in her eagerness to find Homeless Pete, her eyes had deceived her, but it was him. She almost wept with relief.

"Homeless Pete!" she yelled in English, not caring who could hear. "Thank Heavens I found you! Listen, you have to send me back! I've been following your rules, I've had fun, but can I go back now? Please?"

He blinked at her. For a heart-stopping moment, she wondered if he even understood her at all.

Then Homeless Pete gave her a familiar grin. "Chocolate?" he said.

Now it was her turn to blink at him. "What?"

"Chocolate," he repeated. When she still didn't seem to get it, he repeated, "Chocolate!" a touch impatiently. He held his open palm in front of her. "Chocolate!" he said, then closed his hand into a fist and walked two fingers across his other palm. "Chocolate! Home!"

"Oh!" Thu exclaimed, understanding at last. "If I give you chocolate, then you'll get me home?"

Homeless Pete nodded.

"OK, great!" She tugged at his coat. "We'll go buy chocolate, and then to the time machine, and you'll get me back to 2023—"

But Homeless Pete stood firm, shaking his head. "No. Stay here." He pointed to the memorial.

Should she risk causing a scene to get him to the Printing House, or should she leave him here and risk losing him again? She looked around at the crowd and the soldiers; already, they were drawing some curious looks, the scruffy-looking Western man and the young Vietnamese woman apparently locked in a game of tug-of-war. Thu gritted her teeth. If she caused a scene here, she knew she would be the one thrown into jail or the madhouse.

"You'll be here?" she asked. "You promise?"

Homeless Pete nodded eagerly.

"OK. I'll be back with the chocolate. Don't go anywhere!"

She ran through the crowd again. She caught a glimpse of Lien's startled face and shouted, "Emergency! Gotta go! Sorry!", before bouncing across the avenue, back toward the city center.

Chocolate, chocolate, cho-co-late, she thought, each syllable echoing in her mind in time with her footsteps. Where would they sell chocolate around here? Sugar Street? No, that's for traditional cakes and candied fruits and stuff... Maybe Godard's? Yeah, Godard's would be the place...

The thought of Godard's reminded her of Ralph, and she came to a halt, almost colliding with a rickshaw, which earned her a curse from the irate driver. She couldn't go. Not yet. Not without saying goodbye. And who knows? Maybe I can convince him to come back with me.

Taking a deep breath, she turned toward Rue Borgnis Desbordes.

***

The studio was closed, but the door wasn't locked. Thu took the stairs two at a time and pounded on the door on the second floor. "Ralph? You home? Open up! I have the most amazing news!" No answer. Cold fear crept back into her heart. What if he had been arrested?

At the third knock, she heard some shuffling from the inside, followed by a croaking voice, "All right, all right, keep your hair on, I'm coming." She sagged with relief. He was fine after all.

Perhaps not entirely fine. As the door opened, she saw that Ralph was in his pajamas, with a thick scarf wound around his neck. His usual smoothly pomaded curls were flopping down his forehead, his face was flushed, and his eyes bleary.

"Are you sick?" she asked. At least that explained why he didn't show up at the parade.

"Must be a sore throat or something. It's this cold snap."

She eyed up him and down. "Can't be just a sore throat. You look terrible."

"Fever for two days, and my throat hurts. What else could it be?"

She reached for his forehead, only to jerk her hand back as if she'd just touched a hot stove. "Heavens, you're burning up! A sore throat shouldn't cause such a high fever."

"So you're a doctor now?" Ralph rolled his eyes at her. "I'm fine, all right? I'm almost twenty-five, I can take care of myself."

Oh, so he was going to be one of those guys that turned into a giant baby when he got sick, wasn't he? Thu had dealt with her younger brother enough to not be offended by that. She stepped inside and peered more closely at his face. Something familiar about that flushed look... She took his arm and pushed his sleeve up. The skin on his arm was flushed too, and her fingers left behind some pale impressions that took a while to return to normal.

"That hurts," Ralph protested, pulling away.

"Do your joints ache? Headache?"

"Yes..." Her worry seemed to be rubbing off on him. "Is it the flu? Or malaria?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's not malaria," Thu said, her heart sinking. "I think it may be dengue fever."

"What's that?"

"You guys don't know about dengue fever yet?"

"They only warned us about malaria when I was transferred here."

The history of tropical diseases wasn't her area of expertise; she only had the knowledge of a local. "Have you been sleeping under a mosquito net, like I told you to?" she asked.

Ralph looked away, embarrassed. "I forget sometimes."

Thu shook her head disapprovingly. "We also call it hemorrhagic fever," she explained. "It's spread by mosquitoes. You get a high fever for about three days, and if it's severe, you bleed internally."

Ralph's face blanched.

"It sounds worse than it is, actually," she hastened to reassure him. "I've had it twice and it was no worse than the flu. Well, except for the second time when I had to be hospitalized..." Ralph went even paler, and she realized she wasn't doing a very good job of being reassuring.

"I can't go to the hospital," he said.

Thu suddenly understood his reluctance. He couldn't be Monsieur Davinier at the hospital; they would check his papers, and if the Legion had a warrant out for him, that would be the end.

"You won't have to go to the hospital," she said with more confidence than she actually felt.

"I don't suppose you happen to have any modern medicine that can cure this dengue, do you?" he said, trying to smile.

As always, his smile went straight to her heart, even wan as it was now. But she had to tell the truth. "No... Even in my time, we can only manage it, not cure it." Then, remembering her paracetamol, she said, "But I have something that can bring the fever down. Wait here."

She ran back to her boarding house, went up to her room, and dug her backpack out of the dresser. A pang went through her when she realized that, in all the fuss of Ralph being sick, she had completely forgotten to tell him about Homeless Pete. Her mind wrestled briefly with her heart. She could just give Ralph the medicine and ask Mai to check on him before she left. The fever was unlikely to be that bad. But... but... there was always the chance that it would turn severe, and he would need someone to watch him in case he went into shock. And they didn't even know about dengue fever yet, so even if he went to the hospital, someone needed to explain to the doctors what was wrong...

With a sigh, Thu put the paracetamol into her handbag and left the backpack where it was. Homeless Pete and the time machine would have to wait. For now, Ralph needed her.

A/N: I've had dengue fever twice. Even in its less severe form (which doesn't involve internal hemorrhage, just some mild bleeding from mucous membranes), it's still the worst thing I've ever had, worse than COVID even, so I'm afraid poor Ralph is going to have a rough time of it :((

#ralph penbury #ralph timewasters #ralph penbury fic #ralph x ofc #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic

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ofdarkestdesires · 2 years

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In these dark winters of the olden, hard years, where heat is scarce, match sellers are often once sought out the most. Match Seller Eclair was about to approach Sir Rodericks home in hopes that they could buy some from her. They were often underappreciated though, since they have to travel from place to place with small coats and scarves.

As it happened, Roderick was home that evening—a rare enough occasion in and of itself. Usually, the knight was off on business elsewhere, wandering the world in search of good to be done, but with the winter holidays he had come home for a spell, and was still resting in the smaller manor home his parents had provided him. So, as the little match girl approached his home, Roderick was resting in living room, sitting by the fire as he wiled his time away with a book.

#cursetopia

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For your sleepover -- pls tell me your headcanons for Peter and Sunshine celebrating various holidays together. Are they traditionalists? Do they celebrate Hanukkah? Do they bake together?

TURN IT UP:

Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year's):

They go over to May's house for dinner. They eat apples dipped in honey. May makes her famous homemade Challah bread and Sunshine brings a dessert of some kind. She makes an amazing spiced honey cake! They spend time with May and play some board games with her.

Yom Kippur:

Yom Kippur always happens 10 days after Rosh Hashanah and it's the holiest Jewish holiday. So it's one of the few times Peter and Sunshine go to a synagogue for service. They don't always fast (which is what you traditionally do), but do reflect on the past year and ways they want to be better for themselves and each other.

Peter hadn't gone to service since Gwen died. So he was quite nervous the first time he went. Sunshine kept assuring him that he didn't have to go with her, but he wanted to, he wanted to spend it with her. She held his hand the whole time, squeezing it so he knew she was there for him.

Halloween:

Sunshine goes all out for Halloween. She has several tubs of Halloween decorations she gets out. Peter compromised and said she could start putting them out after Labor Day. Their little apartment door is all decked out. They like to do costumes that are easy, so one year they were the couple from BeetleJuice, another year they were Ellie Sadler and Alan Grant from Jurassic Park. Sunshine brought a cheap knockoff Spiderman costume for her and Peter one year as a joke. Peter likes her costume better as it's more revealing.

Thanksgiving:

They go to Sunshine's family for Thanksgiving! I can see Sunshine coming from a very sweet and big family. So for Peter, it's overwhelming his first time. It's a lot of people. Sunshine finds him in the guest bedroom and they sit and talk for a bit. Then one of Sunshine's nephews comes in and asks if Peter can play with them. Peter says yes and spends hours playing with them outside, tossing them into the pile of leaves. Sunshine's heart absolutely melts when she sees Peter playing with her nieces and nephews! She is on him the whole time afterwards girl has a breeding kink

Hannukah:

They have a little menorah in their house that they light! They spend one night at May's house, which is where they make latkaes (her kitchen is bigger). I can see Sunshine making some banging kugel. Another night is spent with friends, another night is spent with Sunshine's Aunt who lives in the city. They give each other little gifts here and there and on the eighth night, give each other their main present. Sunshine is really good at gift giving. I can also see Peter being really crafty (he did make his own Spidey suit!) And making her sunflower and Sun pattern stuff. I can see Peter getting into knitting and making her scarves so she can stay warm in the winter when outside for recess!

Christmas:

They get Chinese food and watch movies in their pajamas (as is the traditional way when you're Jewish lol). Sunshine bakes sugar cookies and Peter eats more of the dough than actually helps. It usually ends with them cuddling on their couch, watching Home Alone reruns.

New Year's:

Sunshine drags Peter to a New Year's party. Always. I wouldn't say she's a huge extrovert, but she likes to celebrate with folks! Their first year, Peter was unsure whether to kiss her or not, so Sunshine took the lead and planted one right on his face. Now he doesn't hesitate lol.

Valentine's Day:

Valentine's day is when they dress up and go to a fancy restaurant. It's a miracle if Peter is able to keep his hands off of her before they get to the restaurant. They both buy each other flowers. Peter gets Sunshine sunflowers and marigolds, Sunshine gets Peter a mix of Malvas and Magnolias.

For their first Valentine's Day as a couple, poor Peter was so nervous. He tried cooking dinner for her and Sunshine had to step in. They ended up ordering Thai food and ate it on their balcony. Sunshine still swears it's the best Valentine's Day she's ever had.

Passover:

They got to May's for dinner. Peter has been leading the seder since Ben died. It's something he accepted long ago. But then Sunshine comes in and she's so proud of Peter and for the first time, instead of just reciting the story of Passover, he's actually lively and even sneaking in some jokes. May almost cries because it's almost like Peter is back to his old self, his self before death and lost love marred him.

Fourth of July:

They go to a friend's cookout. I truly believe Peter has a tank top of one of the founding fathers drinking a beer. Sunshine wears red lipstick which Peter absolutely loves and makes it known. Peter takes her to the top of the Empire State building because it has the best view of the fireworks.

I think I got most of the major holidays! Thank you Rae for indulging me! ♥️♥️♥️

#ask #peter parker headcanon #peter parker imagine #fairy princess rae #peter and sunshine

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