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[jellycatsdaily]

Jellycat of the Day | 25th October 2023

↳ Sammie Snowman

"Surprisingly cosy!"

[jellycatstuffies]

Snow-Themed Jellycats 🤍❄️

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(Amuseable Snowball, Amuseable Snowflake, Sammie Snowman, Little Snowman, Festive Folly Snowman, Wee Snowman, Snow Dragon, Sacha Snow Tiger, Bashful Luxe Bunny Luna, Bashful Snow Tiger, Bashful Snow Tiger Soother and Snowy Owling)

[atths--twice]

A Coffee Shop Christmas

An alternate universe in which Dana Scully owns and operates a coffee shop in which Fox Mulder is a frequent customer.

“Next in line, please,” Dana called out, smiling as a young woman and her child walked up to the counter. “Hello. Happy holidays. What can I get started for you?” 

“I want a hot chocwate,” the little boy said and Dana looked to the woman for confirmation before addressing the boy. 

“Do you want to have whipped cream and sprinkles on top of it?” she asked and his green eyes lit up as he smiled. 

“Yes! Yes! I wove sprinkos!” he said as he jumped up and down, the people in the coffee shop chuckling quietly. 

“Rainbow sprinkles, chocolate sprinkles, or red and green sprinkles for Christmas?” she asked and he frowned as he stopped jumping. He tapped a finger to his chin and Dana looked at his mother as she placed a hand over her heart; the sight of him too adorable. 

“I want wainbow sprinkos,” he said and Dana nodded. 

“Please,” prompted his mother and he nodded. 

“Pwease.” 

“You got it. Anything else? Maybe a cookie, or a marshmallow snowman?” 

“I have it, Mama? Da snowman mahshmawow?” 

“Oh, honey. I only have enough money to get the hot chocolate for you. I’m so sorry.” She smiled tightly at him and Dana shook her head. 

“Oh, there'll be no charge for it. Anyone who says marshmallow the way he just did deserves a special treat,” Dana said and the woman began to interrupt, but Dana shook her head, not wanting to hear it. “One hot chocolate with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles, a marshmallow snowman, and for you, Mom?” 

“Nothing, I…” 

“What would you like?” Dana asked softly and the woman let out a deep breath. 

“I… I… really like peppermint white mochas,” she whispered, shaking her head. “But I don’t… I don’t want you to get in any trouble for-”

“Can’t get in trouble when you’re the owner of the shop,” Dana said with a smile. “You want a venti?” 

“Yes. Thank you,” the woman said, tears shining in her eyes. “Truly, thank you. It’s been… been a long time since I’ve… thank you.” She wiped her eyes quickly and Dana nodded, ringing up a child’s hot chocolate and then discounting it by fifteen percent. 

“That will be a dollar and twenty cents.” 

“No, but it’s…” The woman looked at her and Dana smiled. “Thank you, again.” She exhaled a shaky breath as she counted out the money, all in change. 

“Thank you. That will be at the end of the bar when it’s ready. Could I get a name please?” 

“My name is Sammy,” the boy said, pointing to his chest and Dana smiled as she took the change and placed it in its proper spots in the register drawer. 

“Thank you, Sammy,” she said, winking at his mom and then looking at her barista, Jane. “A hot chocolate for Sammy with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles, a venti white chocolate peppermint mocha for his mom…” Dana raised her eyebrows and the woman nodded. 

“Sabrina.” 

“For Sabrina,” Dana said. “Also a marshmallow snowman, and two plain croissants. Thank you, Jane.” 

“You got it, Boss,” Jane said, bopping her head to the techno Christmas music that was playing softly. 

Sabrina stared at Dana, her mouth opening and then closing, tears in her eyes again. Dana smiled and nodded as Sabrina mouthed thank you and proceeded to walk down to wait for their items. 

“Next, please,” Dana called as she turned to look at the next customer and her heart skipped a beat. 

How had she not noticed he was there? 

“Good morning,” he said as he walked up to the counter with a smile and the scent of his cologne reached her nose. 

He smelled so good. 

“Good morning,” she replied, her heart now thumping in her chest at his proximity. 

“How are you today, Dana?” he asked as he laid down the armful of stuff he was holding.

“I’m fine, thank you, Fox,” she said and he grinned with a nod. 

“Delighted to hear it,” he said. “I myself am doing well.” 

“Good. I was just about to ask,” she said and he nodded again. 

“As you always do,” he said, smiling and separating the items into groups. “Along with my usual coffee today, I also need to purchase these and some gift cards. I was selected to bring holiday gifts to the women in the HR department and I thought, "What would be better than a cute coffee mug and a gift card to this fine establishment?” Seeing as I am always here, I figured I should know that it’s definitely a treat.” 

“It’s very thoughtful of you to think of me… my shop, I mean,” she said, her face flushing as she looked at what he had selected. “Wow… all of these?” 

“I didn’t clean you out, don’t worry,” he assured her, glancing back at the shelves. “I tried to match them, but also be mindful of taking too much.” 

“That’s… that’s very considerate. But I do have stock in the back if there is something you wanted in particular.” 

“That would be great. But, before you check on that, could you do something for me?” 

“Sure.” 

He leaned closer and she swallowed as she did the same, his cologne even stronger as she took a quiet sniff. 

“That woman there, with the little boy?” he asked quietly, looking to his left with his eyes only. 

“Yeah?”

“Could I buy her a gift card and have Jane covertly give it to her?” 

“You… you want to get her a gift card?” she whispered and he nodded. 

“Broke my heart when she said she only had enough for his hot chocolate and she wasn’t able to get anything for herself. You’ve helped, now I want to do the same.” 

She pulled back and stared at him, at this man she had slowly gotten to know over the past three months when he stopped in every weekday to get a coffee. She knew he was kind, attentive, and had even helped out a couple of times when there had been a spill or a demanding customer became too loud. This was different though and it caused her to fall for him even further. 

“Yeah. I can get that for you,” she said softly and he grinned. 

“Good,” he said, taking out his credit card. “Fifty dollars, please.” 

“Fox!” she said in surprise and he shook his head. 

“Twenty five for her and twenty five for the kid. Although, I’m sure the majority of it will be spent on him.” He handed her the credit card and, with shaking fingers and a lump in her throat, she put fifty dollars onto a green gift card with Happy Holidays! written on it in rainbow colored Christmas lights. 

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered, giving him back his credit card. 

Putting the gift card into an envelope with the amount written upon it, she walked over to Jane. Whispering in her ear what to do when the drinks were ready, she slid the gift card into Jane’s apron pocket. 

“Wow,” Jane whispered. “If I was straight, that man would be joining me for dinner tonight. All I’m saying.” She gave Dana a pointed look and then gestured for her to return to the register. Letting out a shaky breath, Dana nodded and walked back. 

“That was very kind of you to do, Fox.” 

“It’s nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve seen you giving out food without charging for it, or giving someone a steep discount on their purchases. It was only right that someone else lent a hand.” 

“Still it was kind and thoughtful. Thank you,” she said. He looked at her and smiled, her stomach flip flopping. 

“Did… did you want me to check in the back for any of the items for you?” she asked as a loud Ohhhh was heard from Sabrina and Dana looked over at her. 

She had a hand over her mouth and was trying to hold back her tears, not wanting to scare or worry Sammy. She turned her head and met Dana’s eyes, believing it was her who had given her the gift card. But when Dana looked at Fox, Sabrina’s eyes widened and she drew in a sharp breath. 

“Mommy!” Sammy said. “I got da snowman!” 

“Yeah,” she breathed and walked over to Fox, Sammy trailing behind her as he held his marshmallow snowman, smiling happily.

“Sir,” Sabrina said, stopping in front of Fox. “I can’t accept this… I don’t even know you.” 

“Sure you do,” Fox said, smiling at her. “I think you just don’t recognize me in my work clothes.” 

“What?” Sabrina asked, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. 

“I’m one of Santa’s elves,” he said quietly. “When we’re out in public we have to stay incognito, hence the suit and tie you see me wearing now.” 

“You…” 

“I’m Fox, elf number 2525. I’m glad I have that one as twenty five is my favorite number, and I got it twice. I’m also glad when I can do something to make people happy. Especially those who may have lost the holiday spirit a bit.” He smiled at her and Dana had tears swimming in her eyes as she watched them. 

“Yeah,” Sabrina whispered, her hand running over the top of Sammy’s head. “I don’t… it’s been hard. This money will be so nice to have to get him a special treat and to take a moment for us, even though I still feel like I shouldn’t accept it.” 

“Oh no, you can’t give back an elf’s gift. Those are the rules,” Fox said and Dana laughed softly, wiping at her eyes. 

“Do elves accept hugs?” Sabrina asked and Fox nodded, opening his arms and hugging her. 

“Here are your drinks and croissants,” Jane said, placing the cups and a small bag onto the counter. 

“Oh,” Sabrina said as she stepped back and laughed out a sob. “I forgot all about them when you handed me that gift card. I got so flustered. Thank you. Thank you to all of you. You really changed my day. Changed both of our days. Sammy, can you say thank you to everyone?” 

“Dank you,” he said, giving them a sticky smile. 

“You’re welcome,” they all said and Sabrina took his hand, smiling at each of them as she picked up the bag and the drinks and walked out of the coffee shop. 

“Okay. Enough tears,” Jane said, rubbing Dana’s back. “I’ll get your drink ready, Fox. You want the usual or you want me to surprise you?” 

“You know what? Surprise me,” he said. “Just no-”

“Hazelnut,” Jane and Dana said simultaneously and he nodded as he pointed at them. 

“And I’ll go see what we have in the back if you tell me which items you want,” Dana said, blowing her nose on a napkin and letting out a deep breath. 

Five minutes later, four bags hanging from his arms that were each filled with a ceramic coffee mug, a travel mug, a bag of limited seasonal coffee, and a twenty five dollar gift card, Fox picked up his coffee and bade them goodbye. 

“Oh, wait,” he said, taking a taste of his surprise coffee. “Huh… that’s delicious, Jane. I want that tomorrow.” 

“You got it,” Jane said, winking as she began to make the next order. 

“See you both tomorrow. Thanks for your help, Dana.” 

“And for yours,” she said, the words she wanted to say to him feeling trapped in her throat. 

He nodded at her with a smile, walked out the door and headed toward the bus stop as Dana sighed, feeling like a failure. 

“Slipped past you again, eh?” Tom, the older gentleman who arrived nearly as soon as the coffee shop was open, asked as he came up to the counter for a refill. 

“I’m… I’m working on it, Tom,” Dana said, taking his cup and filling it with his usual half decaf and half regular coffee, her cheeks burning. 

“Huh,” Tom said, his tone disbelieving. 

“It’s complicated. He’s a customer,” Dana said, setting his cup down and staring at him. 

“True. But still,” Tom said, nodding his thanks as he walked back to his table and his laptop. 

Dana chanced a glance at Jane and saw she was watching her with a kind smile, but her eyebrows were raised in obvious agreement with Tom. 

The bell above the door jingled and Dana was happy for the distraction.  

“Welcome in. Happy holidays. What can I get for you?” 

____________________

“See you tomorrow,” Dana said to Jeff and Corinne, the mid-shift baristas, as they walked past her, buttoning their coats. 

“See you, Dana,” they both said and she smiled as they walked out the door. 

“I’ve got everything done in the back, lights off, doors locked,” Miguel, the late shift barista, said as he came in from the back untying his apron and tossing it into the small laundry cart. 

“Great,” Dana said, smiling at him. 

“Everything done out here?” he asked just as the bell above the door jingled and they both looked over in surprise. 

“What?” Dana asked as she stared at Fox, who had never been in the shop twice in one day and especially that late at night. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m-” Fox began, his gaze moving from Dana to Miguel, who had moved quietly but quickly to stand beside Dana. 

“Everything okay?” Miguel asked, touching her arm. 

“Oh! Yes. It’s fine. This is Fox. He usually stops by in the morning.” 

“Ohhh. This is Fox,” Miguel said, his hand moving from her arm and Dana felt her face flush, sure she was about to be outed, knowing he had been discussed amongst everyone working in the coffee shop. “You’re the one who bought the gift card this morning for that woman.” 

“Guilty,” Fox said with a grin and Dana let out a sigh of relief at how Miguel had identified him. 

“Good man,” Miguel said, sticking out his hand. “Nice to put a face to the name.” They shook hands and then Miguel turned his attention to Dana. “What else do you need me to do before we close up?” 

“Oh, you’re…” Fox said, seeming to realize the place was empty and the lights were low. “You’re closed.” 

“Technically not for two more minutes,” Dana said with a forced laugh. “But yes. We close at eight.” 

“I didn’t realize,” Fox said. 

“Well, that’s because you’re not usually here at night, right?” Miguel asked and Dana cleared her throat. 

“Right,” she agreed. “Well, you can head out, Miguel. I’ve got whatever else needs doing out here covered.” 

“You sure, Boss? I don’t mind staying.” He gave her a smile, one she knew well as his teasing smile. “I could finish the small amount that’s left and you could speak to Fox.” 

“Thank you,” she said, placing a hand on his back and nearly pushing him toward the door. He grabbed his coat and scarf from the back of a chair, chuckling softly as he nodded. 

“Night, Boss. See you tomorrow,” Miguel said, pushing the door open. “Pleasure to have met you, Fox.” 

“You as well,” Fox said, waving at him and smiling. 

Miguel nodded at him and then looked at Dana, raising his eyebrows. Though he said nothing further, she heard everything he was not saying. 

She locked the door as he left, waving goodbye as he shivered and put on his coat and scarf before turning left and walking out of sight. 

“I hate to hold you up,” Fox said when she turned around. 

“You’re not. I still do have some things to take care of here.” 

“I could help? Make it faster?” He smiled and she drew in a breath through her nose. 

“Why did you come back tonight?” she asked softly. “I’ve never seen you here this late.” 

“Ahh, well,” he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “A few reasons… but um…” He put his hands in his coat pockets as he rocked on his heels. “The women loved their gifts today.” 

“Oh, that’s great. You made good choices.” 

“Well, you helped.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed with a nod. 

“I wanted to tell you that they loved them.” 

“You could have told me that tomorrow when you came in,” she stated and he nodded. 

“I could have. Yeah. But…” 

“But?” she asked, her heart beating faster. 

“I wanted to tell you tonight. I wanted… I wanted to see you again,” he said softly and she pressed her lips together to stop from smiling. 

“Why?” 

“Because…” He sighed and shrugged as he gestured with his hands in his pockets. “Every day when I come in here, I work up the nerve to ask you something and every day I leave without doing it.” 

“Ask me what?” she whispered. 

“If you’d… if you’d like to have dinner with me. Or drinks. Or a walk in the park. Or… see a movie. Whatever you’d like to do,” he said softly, shrugging again. 

“You do?” she whispered and he laughed softly. 

“Yeah. And every day I chicken out. I…” He took a hand out of his pocket and rubbed it across his mouth. “I talk myself into it and then I tell myself that this is your business, where you work, and men asking women out at their place of business can be creepy and weird. I didn’t want to make you feel weird or uncomfortable, so I…” He looked at her and shrugged. “I leave without saying anything and then I kick myself over it all day.” 

“Well, I-”

“But today,” he continued, beginning to pace, and she raised her eyebrows. “Today when I gave the women their gifts and they all exclaimed over them, they asked where this coffee shop was and when I told them about it and you, it got really quiet. I thought maybe they didn’t like the gift or something and then Aurelia, this amazing woman who has been there forever, laughed and said that now it all made sense.” 

“What did?” Dana asked as he stopped pacing and looked at her with sheepish eyes. 

“She thought… that I had bought them here because we were dating,” he stated and for a second she stopped breathing. 

“Sh… she did?” she asked and he nodded. 

“I told her that wasn’t the case and they all looked at each other and asked me why the hell not? I… I laughed it off and said it wasn’t like that, but I…” He sighed and gave her a half smile. “I wished it was like that and I knew I only had myself to blame. I left their office determined to stop by here on my way home, but I forgot I had a late meeting and now… now I’m keeping you when you should be leaving. I feel like I’m making a huge mess of this and-”

“Fox,” she interrupted, stepping toward him. “You’re not the only one to blame. I… I also thought… I wanted…” 

“What?” he asked, his expression hopeful. 

“I thought saying something would be odd since you're a customer, but I…” 

“You what?” he asked, stepping closer to her. 

“I wanted to ask you if you’d like to see a movie. Or get dinner and drinks. Or take a walk in the park,” she said, shrugging and smiling slightly. 

“Yeah?” he asked, grinning happily. 

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. 

“Well, that’s… that’s…” 

“Yeah,” she agreed and he laughed quietly. 

“I know it’s rather last minute,” he said and her smile grew. “But, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? Or-”

“Take a walk and look at Christmas lights?” 

“Then dinner?” he asked hopefully and she laughed. 

“Yeah,” she agreed and he nodded. 

“What do you need to finish here? How can I help to speed it along?” he asked and she laughed, her heart racing with excitement. 

In no time, they were leaving the coffee shop and stepping onto the still busy streets, despite the hour. She adjusted her scarf and hat, letting out a breath that swirled around her like fine mist. 

“Main Street?” he asked. “Check out the store windows? There’s one store in particular I really like.” 

“The Company store?” she asked, knowing most people liked the windows they created, but something about them always felt too… modern to her. 

“No, although they are nice, just not to my liking. Too unfeeling or something,” he said as they began to walk towards Main Street. 

“I think that too,” she said with a nod. “The ones at Jasper and Company-”

“But Jasper and Company-” he said.

They both stopped walking and stared at each other. He grinned and she bit her bottom lip as she smiled back. 

“They’re nostalgic,” he said and she nodded. “Like you’re in someone’s living room and sharing Christmas with them.” 

“I completely agree,” she said and he grinned again. 

“Well then,” he said, offering her his arm. “Let's delve into a bit of nostalgia.” 

She laughed as she slid her arm through his and they continued walking down the street, talking about everything and nothing all at once. 

______________

“Next in line please,” Dana called out as she handed Jane the cup for the next order. 

She grinned when she saw Fox standing there, as always in awe as to how he seemed to sneak in without her knowledge. He grinned back as he approached the counter, a small bouquet of daffodils in a glass vase held in his hands. 

“Good morning,” she said, taking the vase from him and shaking her head. “What can I get for you?”

“The usual please. And also…” he said, leaning forward to give her a quick kiss. She smiled when he pulled back, grinning like a fool. 

“You are too much,” she whispered and he shrugged. “Thank you for the flowers.” 

“Thank YOU for the past three months,” he said quietly and she leaned forward, giving him another kiss. 

“I love you,” she whispered and he nodded. 

“I feel the same,” he said and she laughed. 

Setting the vase out of the way, she put in his order and rang him up. 

“Three dollars even, please,” she said and he shook his head. 

“You know, I thought there would be perks to sleeping with the owner, but I guess not,” he mumbled as he took out a ten dollar bill and handed it to her. 

“There are,” she said cheekily as she finished his transaction and handed him his change. “You get to sleep with the owner. Coffee still costs money.” 

“Yeah,” he said with a grin. “Capitalism. Am I right?” She laughed as he put his change in the tip jar and leaned toward her again. “One more kiss before I go?” 

She grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. Jane wolf whistled and Tom laughed as he clapped appreciatively. 

“That one good enough for you?” she whispered as she pulled back and Fox stood frozen in place for a few seconds. 

“Yeah, that… hmm,” he said, stepping back and clearing his throat. “That’ll do it.” 

“Good.” 

“Your usual is ready, Fox. Once you can function again, that is,” Jane teased. He huffed out a breath, gave his whole body a shake, and walked over to pick up his drink. 

“Thank you, Jane.” 

“Uh huh,” she said, glancing at Dana and smiling. 

“Well,” Fox said, walking towards the door. “Well…” 

“See you later,” Dana said, waving at him with a smile. 

“Yes. Yes, you will,” he said, still looking a bit dazed. 

“Bye,” she said and he nodded as he walked out the door, Tom laughing softly from his table. 

Dana looked down at the bright yellow daffodils, smiling as she stroked her fingers across their soft petals. 

Two women laughed as they entered the coffee shop and her attention was diverted. 

“Hello. Good morning,” she said, feeling happy beyond what she could ever have imagined. “How can I help you?” 

[inkdemonapologist]

So in the Minecraft AU, the Prophet and Sammy are two separate entities? Are they still related in some way or perhaps share some of that missing data?

Yeah, that’s exactly right! If you look at drawings of Prophet where he’s not turning into a snowman, you might notice…

… the most vibrant parts of his model are the same pieces that Sammy lost to the sculk.

Prophet was created in an attempt by Joey to recover Sammy’s missing data and fix him; instead of JUST getting Sammy’s missing pieces, he got an entire person, bits of Sammy tangled in with junk data and the garbled echos of some ancient player who claims that he and Sammy are both connected to the same player data, that Sammy is just a modern incarnation of who he once was in an older version of the world. That might be true, since Prophet seems to understand a lot about the code that runs behind the scenes, but he’s also pretty incapable of explaining what he sees in a way that makes sense to most other players, and some of his ideas seem more deluded than insightful.

That said, whether they truly share an origin, or Prophet is just imagining it since he’s literally made out of Sammy’s data, either way, their connection ends there. They’re physically and mentally separate, damage or corruption that happens to one of them doesn’t affect the other one, etc. Sammy’s infection and Joey’s tampering with it was just what enabled the code that became Prophet to get pulled out into the open.

[andorerso]

Rebelcaptain Trees for @antifandor and @imsfire2: Peace and Post-War (inspired by this lovely fanart by @pfirsichspritzer)

The lights are off in their little cottage by the time Cassian steps through the front door, bag in hand. It’s nearly two in the morning, but his longing is not for sleep. Silence greets him, the snow owls hooting outside the only sound in the house, but he stops for a second, squinting into the darkness as he listens for any rustling that suggests his arrival had woken someone.

Nothing.

He told Jyn not to wait up. His ship was disappointingly but unsurprisingly delayed, the downside of public transport, and there was no point in keeping her up when he wasn’t sure he’d even make it home that night. But selfishly, he still lingers, hoping for the click of the light switch or tiny feet padding down the hall towards him. He hasn’t seen them in three weeks while he was off-world aiding Leia and the New Republic as an unofficial adviser for the Senate, and he’s annoyed that things like delays and sleep keep them from him yet again.

A tinge of disappointment crawls up his spine. His yearning for them is visceral, driving him to irrationality. No one should be awake at this hour, least of all their kids, but he misses them like a man dying of thirst in the desert. He wants to wrap Jyn in a hug and kiss her forehead, he wants to sit Lu on his lap and braid her hair or tickle her feet and hear her squeal, he wants to pick up Sammi and sing to him until he falls asleep or make those silly faces that always puts a wide grin on his face.

Sleep be damned, he wants nothing but his family. He could cook them something they loved and pull out a board game, something Lu could play as well. Or they could go sledding on the hill, build a snowman, make snow angels. They could cuddle up on the couch and watch a holo. Anything as long as they’re by his side.

He’s already making plans of waking up early tomorrow to surprise them with breakfast and hot chocolate when he finally reaches their bedroom and falters at the doorway. His heart finally eases. He wanted to put down his bag and check on the kids before settling in beside Jyn, but there’s no need. They’re here, all three of them, sleeping peacefully in the double bed he shares with Jyn.

She’s on her side of the bed, her hair fanning out around her, her breathing even. The white shirt she’s wearing, peeking out of the blankets, is his. Their son, only six months old, slumbers on her chest, a pacifier in his mouth. Jyn’s got a protective arm wrapped around him, his tiny hand fisting her shirt. Already, he looks older, hair thicker than he remembers, and Cassian mourns each and every second he missed with him during his three-week absence. On the other side of the bed is Luisa, clutching her favorite bantha plushie in one hand and holding Jyn’s in the other. They try not to make a habit out of letting her sleep with them, unless she has a nightmare, but he isn’t surprised Jyn allowed her into their bed while he was away. She likes to keep her loved ones close where she can keep an eye on them.

Cassian’s heart squeezes, his love for them choking the air from his lungs. He’s missed them all so dearly, and although he can’t wait to hear Luisa’s laugh and Sammi’s babbling and Jyn’s tender welcome, this, standing here in front of them and watching, is enough for now.

He doesn’t move for so long that Jyn peeks an eye open, her voice quiet and sleepy. “Are you getting in or not?”

She’s awake, of course she is. His arrival had woken her because no matter how many years pass, they would always be the people who catalog every exit route when entering a new location and wake to the tiniest of noises in the middle of the night. Sleeping through a stranger entering your home is the kind of mistake that gets you killed, and he knows they would both sooner die than let anything happen to their kids.

They’re still so young and innocent, knowing nothing of fear and pain and hunger, living the kind of childhood they deserve to have. At Lu’s age, he was already an orphan, and Jyn was already on the run with her parents. But their kids will never experience that kind of desolation, and he’d fight another war, sacrifice his life and soul just to keep it that way.

All those years he spent giving away tiny pieces of himself for the cause, all those times he nearly lost hope, unsure of what they were fighting for… This is it. The peace he feels when looking at his family. The future he can give to his children who will grow up better than they did. It was worth every injury, every loss, every atrocity he committed. It was worth the lifetime of sorrow he’d lived just to get here.

“Yeah, in a moment,” he tells Jyn, mirroring her tone. There’s just enough space for him between the three of them. It’ll be a tight fit, but he doesn’t mind. “I’ll take a quick shower and get changed.”

“Okay.” Jyn’s eyes flutter close again, adjusting her grip on Sammi. Her voice is nothing more than a quiet sigh when she says, “Welcome home, Cass.”

[azurethevampire]

Omg hi!

Requests are open!!

I saw that you mostly wanted platonic requests so I was wondering if I could ask for a spn one where Sam and Dean have a sibling (you can chose what their gender is or if you want it to be an oc) and basically all of them just have a really fun day because they got snowed into the bunker?

Does that makes sense? Idk if it does, I’m sorry

BUT ALSO DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS AND IF YOU DO END UP DOING IT THEN TAKE YOUR TIME AND DONT WORRY ABOUT RUSHING

(Love your work 😊💕)

Here's your request, enjoy! 💕

(Divider used is made by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

Also, warning that there is a hint of the reader almost having a panic attack—they don't have one but it's hinted at

Snowy Day

"SAMMY!" 

You were just about to enter the war room of the bunker when your oldest brother's voice assaulted your eardrums. From the sound of it, Dean was yelling your second brother's name from somewhere by the bunker's usual entrance. 

"Dean, what the hell are you yelling—"

You rubbed your eyes. Then again. Nope, Dean was still there. You weren’t still sleeping and only dreaming about this scene.  

The picture you saw just didn’t make any sense. 

Dean was descending the staircase, shaking snow from his person. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think someone had just dropped your brother in a snow bank. And the last time you checked Lebanon hadn’t had snow since last year. Even then, it had been a few inches and nothing that would make anyone look like a living and walking snowman.  

Wait. 

“It’s snowing?” 

Dean sent you a glare. “What the hell does it look like? You think I’m covered with cotton and salt?!” 

Disapproving click of your tongue. “Always so rude”, you said and reached to wipe some snow Dean had missed from the back of his shirt. Judging by the fact he wasn’t wearing a coat, you didn’t think that Dean had expected there to be any snow when he stepped out of the door. Another conclusion you made from Dean’s current looks, was that there was way more than a few inches of snow outside. You frowned. “Is there a storm?” 

“It’s like a fucking Great Blizzard out there.” Dean confirmed. 

“Damn”, you said, immediately gaining a scolding look from Dean – which you ignored. “Wait. I don’t know if I need to be more concerned by the apparent storm outside or the fact that you know what Great Blizzard is.” 

Before you had time to understand your brother had moved at all, there was suddenly a very cold and wet feeling at the back of your neck. You shrieked as Dean slapped some of the snow that hadn’t melted on the floor yet, right to your neck. 

Dean laughed at your shocked and betrayed expression. “Just because I don’t spend my every bit free time nose buried in books like you and Sammy, doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff too”, he said. 

His hand returned to quickly wipe the snow off your neck before it had a chance to melt down your back. Some water drop still trickled down your back, making you shiver. 

“Is Sam still asleep?” Dean asked you and you shrugged in response. He ruffled your hair. “Well go look while I change into dry clothes.” 

“Fine.” You agreed. Guess, your revenge for the snow on the back of your neck would have to wait a bit. 

Dean was already at his room’s door when you suddenly stopped. The storm outside was as bad as the Great Blizzard of 1888? Suddenly you weren’t sure if the snow was a good thing at all. 

“Dean? Are we… are we trapped here?” 

Dean, hearing the change in your voice, was quick to come over you and pull you into a hug. “Hey, it’s alright, kiddo. We’re going to be just fine here at the bunker for another week. We live in a bunker”, he said. “This place was built to stand much worse than one blizzard. I promise; we’ll be just fine. Now go find Sammy and tell him the situation. Think you can do that for me, kid?” 

You nodded. Dean had managed to calm you down before your mind had the chance to drag you into a full blown panic attack. 

"Go to Sam. Tell him there's a snow storm. Got it", you said, when you saw the silent prompt in Dean's eyes. Always such a mother hen, your oldest brother. 

•-•-•-•-•-•

Since going outside wasn't an option - despite you wanting nothing more than to have a chance to mess around with the amount of snow ("Too dangerous right now, kid") - you Winchester siblings ended up spending some time together. 

You had a sneaking suspicion Sam and Dean seemed glued to your back for the rest of the day because they were both worried. They worried you'd work yourself into a panic attack or worse if you had the chance to think too much about the fact that you were currently trapped underground. (You were fine, as long as you didn't think about it.) 

"Hey!" You said, watching as Dean's red pawn ate your green one on the board, leaving all four of your pawns back to home base again. "Not fair, Dean! I hate this game." 

Dean chuckled and had an expression of way too much joy on his face. Then his smile faltered when Sam's yellow pawn made it to the same spot as his. 

"Sorry, man", said Sam, not sounding apologetic at all and throwing you a wink as Dean grumbled about never getting another six again. 

"Karma", you whispered ominously to your oldest brother. 

Dean narrowed his eyes, before quickly striking his fingers to your sides. You let out a scream before it was replaced by laughter and giggles. "No– hOOhno! StHOop ith!" 

Dean did stop (after a moment) to let you take your turn. (You rolled four, then he rolled five–"Damn! So close!). Dean didn't let you move back to your original spot, instead throwing an arm around your shoulder and keeping you against his side, occasionally he'd tickle your side if you came too close to his pawn on the board. 

Sam won in the end. 

From Kimble you moved on to a game of pool where they taught you how to hustle money – with strict orders that you were not doing any of that if they had anything to say about it. But really what was the point of teaching you then? 

From pool, deck of cards and poker with matches. Until you started to feel both hungry and tired. The three of you made pancakes (per your request) and made a mess of the kitchen while making them. 

Let's just say lots of flour and laughter was involved. Also Sam throwing you over his shoulder to a fireman's carry for a bit to make you stop throwing bits of flour at him. 

By the time night rolled in you decided that maybe the blizzard hadn't been a bad thing at all. You couldn't remember the last time you had had this much fun with Sam and Dean. Hell, you couldn't remember when the three of you had spend time together without it involving either a case, or talks about demons or angels. There hadn't been a smallest of hints to the family business today – and you quite enjoyed it. 

You ended the night by watching a movie. Dean complained about your choice and you stuck your tongue at him. 

"You said I get to choose so suck it up, brother." 

"Y/N's got a point, Dean. You did give the choice to them", Sam intervened, sensing that you and Dean were about to start a verbal fist fight. You'd never get around watching the movie. 

"Fine!" Dean huffed. "Let's watch this stupid movie then." 

From where you sat half lying on Sam, you poked Dean's side with your foot. "Harry Potter and Philosopher's Stone isn't stupid!" 

Dean grabbed your feet and trapped them on his lap. "Shut up, kid and watch the movie." 

Harry and Ron realized Hermione wasn't with them and went to find her despite there being a troll on the loose at Hogwarts when you opened your mouth. 

"Thanks, Sam, Dean", you said quietly. "I had fun today." 

Sam squeezed your arm gently. "I had fun too." 

"Maybe we should try to do a day like this once in a while — without blizzards", Dean said. "Family day." 

You smiled at the suggestion. The thought of it was nice, but you doubted you'd have a chance to repeat a day like this any time soon. You loved the thought of it anyway. 

[thestuffiecrew]

Brusselsprout and Sammi built a snowman! Then Hot Cocoa was made because its chilly out!

[ama-ships]

Ship: Linked in Love and Ink ♥ Word count: 533 Summary: Just a little something for the holiday season. All fluffy but my writing is very rusty and I love my Ink Demon~ ♥ (Okay to reblog if you would like to~) Inspiration Song: Snowman by Sia Warnings: None

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"Finally, it's finished!" Audrey let out a content sigh, holding up what she had just drawn.

In this work of art, the Ink Demon and his beloved Amaryllis were standing close together in the center of the room. She had one hand resting gently against his chest, and he had one resting against her waist. Their free hands were tenderly closed together as Amaryllis looked up at him, an affectionate and loving smile gracing her lips. However, the couple was not alone in this scene; Sammy Lawrence was off in the corner playing the piano, Alice Angel singing next to him with lost ones contently on instruments being conducted by Jack Fain. Others like Henry, Allison, and Tom were seated in another corner of the room while something resembling snowflakes fluttered through the air around them.

Setting her work down, Audrey knew she wanted to witness the outcome that she so lovingly crafted in her drawings, and luckily for her she had a way to enter the animated world whenever she so chose to, always wanting to ensure she was making the cycles better and giving everyone a better chance to truly live. As she entered, she was quiet, making her way over to an empty seat where the trio was seated watching what was transpiring in the center of the room.

Music filled the air, the gentle shuffling and clicking of feet barely heard beneath the gentle melody as the demon and his love swayed back and forth beneath twinkling lights and flakes of snow. Audrey had drawn it so that the Ink Demon didn't tower over Amaryllis as much, at least for this moment.

Amaryllis couldn't break her gaze away, the grinning demon's head tilted down to meet that gaze. The assumption from everyone was that the demon could not see when in fact he could, at least when it came to her, and she knew that. Their focus was on one another, and everyone around them didn't exist, not when the music enveloped and swirled around them.

The demon ran his thumb tenderly over the top of Amaryllis's hand before she gently turned her hand to slot her fingers between his. Her hands were still much smaller but that didn't stop the warmth that radiated from the contact. The hand she had placed against his chest moved, sliding in favour of wrapping her arm around his middle, her eyes slowly closing as she chose to rest her cheek where her hand once sat.

"I love you…" Her words came out as a whisper, but loud enough that only the demon would hear her.

Something like a purr combined with a growl left him as he held her tighter against himself. That was all Amaryllis needed to know that the Ink Demon loved her too.

Christmas in the studio was a strange phenomenon to most, but Audrey having experienced it as well as Amaryllis while she was still free, it was important to give everyone that time and chance to experience something good. With all the heartbreak and unhappy endings, it was finally time for something better, something worth living for; something where love was at the center of it all.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Forrest Tucker (February 12, 1919 – October 25, 1986) Physique: Average Build Height: 6' 4" (1.93 m)

Forrest Meredith Tucker was an American actor in both movies and television who appeared in over a hundred film and TV productions. He appeared in films like The Yearling (1946), Sands of Iwo Jima (1949) and The Abominable Snowman (1957). Tucker is best remembered for his role of Sergeant Morgan O'Rourke on the television comedy series F Troop (1965-1967). Following the run of F Troop, he made a few more films and appeared often on television in shows like Gunsmoke, Marcus Welby, MD, Ironside, Fantasy Island and Love Boat. Tucker died of throat cancer at the age of 67.

Tall, ruggedly handsome with thick wavy hair and a feature Tucker nicknamed, "The Chief." A cock that's comparable to some of the "big guns" of old Hollywood that includes Milton Berle, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr., Gary Cooper, Charlie Chaplin and Groucho Marx. I haven't found any info stating size, but it has to be big from of the shots I've seen of him. Tucker had a thing for young ladies and was married four times, fathering three children (one by his first wife and two by his third). Hail to The Chief I say!

[found--family]

met my new doctor today and is2g he was wearing dean's fruity boots paired with medium wash jeans and plaid-esque patterned business shirt and i almost snapped a pic for reference but sadly failed anyway now i have dr dean brainworms where the kids call him that instead of his last name and adults refer to him as real life dr sexy and he's the sweetest bean who's great with kids and everyone is charmed by that boyish smile and charisma but while he drives a badass black muscle car from the 60s he's also an endearing nerd with novelty mugs and pjs and he wears glasses for reading and volunteers at the local fun run sam takes part in and has an embarrassing not-so-secret crush on the honey stall guy at the farmer's market who turns out to also be an economics teacher at the community college and an ex-soldier and is somehow inept with computers but loves emojis and dean knows this not because he got up the courage to ask the guy out but because blue eyes got hurt at the fun run shielding someone from a wayward sign that blew away anyway they got to talking and talked more when cas came in for a follow-up and they just kind of hit it off and stay in touch and a friendship blossoms and dean doesn't want to blow it by pushing for more plus he loves being friends with cas and before long cas knows as much about his past as anyone close to him like how he practically raised sammy and their childhood was pretty dark for a while but he put himself through med school with barwork and as a mechanic for his uncle bobby and he learns all about cas' bees and visits his little farm and hears how he was homeless for a time after cutting ties with his homohobic family and he has an adopted son in his 20s and dean tries not to fixate on the fact that cas is gay but hope blooms in his chest meanwhile it doesn't change the fact that they already eat homecooked meals together and go to movie nights in the park and dean meets jack and takes him fishing and cas gets the official seal of approval from charlie when they all go larping together and their first kiss isn't actually with each other bc it's at a christmas festival and they're standing under mistletoe but cas kisses the stuffed nemo dean is holding which he won on the ring toss which cas helped him cheat at and they build a snowman which cas tries to turn into a bee but ends up looking like an angel and dean says something stupid about cas being his angel and wants to blame it on the mulled wine and immediately regrets it but cas responds to dean's foolish flirtation with a real kiss and then ofc it starts snowing and they huddle closer in the cold and it's the start of a new chapter in their relationship and honestly dean couldn't have asked for a better gift 

[tgammsideblog]

Tgamm S1 Ep 11-B ¨Ready, Set, Snow!¨ Episode analysis

Molly wants to have a snow day with Scratch and Libby but they prefer to stay inside since it’s too cold outside. Molly tries to find a way to make them have the snow day she wants...

Episode writer: Sammie Crowley

Another snow theme episode, ¨Ready, Set, Snow!¨ focus on Molly as she tries many things to make her friends to go outside. It’s one episode with very low stakes (if you don’t count the cold weather) that manages to be really funny and address a major character flaw from Molly.

To start with, this episode has plenty of genuine funny moments with exaggerated expressions and slaptick. There are things like Molly and Darryl’s little dance at the start of the plot, the song sequence, Scratch messing with Molly so she doesn’t make him go outside and the overall characters interactions. This is not surprising considering this episode was written by Sammie Crowley, who is very good at coming up with great comedy timing.

One of the best parts about this story is that deconstructs Molly’s character and bring ups a flaw that she has that involves forcing people to do something they don’t want. She has these moments that becomes controlling and doesn’t consider what others would like to do. The way it explored here is excellent because the rest of the characters don’t pay attention to her and do their own thing. And they are never shown to be in the wrong, which is great. It’s funny to see Molly bringing up more people to make Libby and Scratch go outside only for said people to stay inside near the fireplace.  

My interpretation is that Molly’s desire to be in control of what she and her friends should do to pass that time comes from her abandonment issues. People who suffer from these issues often develop a desire to be in control in a relationship. Considering Molly has lost many friends in the past, it’s not surprising to assume this behaviour may come from that. It isn’t something that gets hinted in the episode itself but it’s not hard to come to that conclusion.

As the time passes, Molly starts to show a wilder side of her. She comments on how the rest are ¨jealous¨ for the fun she is having outside. She gets bitter over the fact that she is playing alone in the snow and tries to cover it with fake positivity. The song sequence is fantastic in giving this characterization to Molly. It’s a very funny scene in which Molly gets all bad things happening to her because of how cold it is outside. There is dark humor in it since she loses part of her sanity as the song progresses. Ashly’s performance is comedy gold in this one. She makes Molly sound unwell at the same time it makes her come as really funny. This musical sequence has to be one of the my favourite from the show so far. It never fails to make me laugh.

Moving on from Molly, Scratch and Libby have a great chemistry in this episode as they come together to ignore Molly. Scratch takes every oppotunity he can to ¨troll¨ Molly when she tries to change their mind. They have a different type of relationship they have with Molly because they are both more introverted and reserved. What is more, it’s one of those occasions most main characters are seen hanging out together. It’s nice to see them all sitting near the fireplace while drinking coffee. Geoff even gets some moments too.

Scratch has a great moment when he looks for Molly and gaves her a lesson about enjoying having fun with your friends regardless of the activity (all while possessing a snowman of himself that Molly made). His (harsh) honesty comes useful in here, which leads to Molly to realize that she was acting very selfishly. The scene that follows is Molly apologizing to Libby and Scratch for not listening to them and that she shouldn’t have been so stubborn. All characters present give a hug to her, which is very sweet.

In all, ¨Ready, Set, Snow!¨ is a really funny episode in that Molly is forced to learn a lesson in the hard way. It’s also heartwarming seeing the main characters spending time together and relax. For an episode with very low stakes, it executes its premise very well.

[tfc2211]

An Old-Fashioned Christmas

Leroy Anderson – Sleigh Ride Mel Tormé – The Christmas Song Fred Waring – Caroling, Caroling Brenda Lee – Frosty The Snowman Sammy Kaye – It's Beginning To Look Like Christmas Very Long Silent Break Between Sides 1 & 2 Wayne King – Silver Bells The Four Aces – Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer Guy Lombardo – I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus Bing Crosby – I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day Lawrence Welk – Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

[atths--twice]

Chapter Eight

A phone call leads to an unexpected surprise.

Four more pictures were texted to him over the weekend, but no further actual messages. 

One picture was of Ivy eating a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with a huge grin and chocolate on her lips. One was of Dana and Ivy sitting on the couch. Ivy was in her lap and Dana’s eyes were closed, a soft smile on her face. The other two pictures were of Ivy in the snow that had continued to fall and stick on the ground. She was laughing and making a snow angel in one and in the other she was putting a purple scarf around a small snowman. 

Every one of them, he replied with only a smiling emoji, respecting her lack of written text and not sending any of his own, not wanting to push into her time with her family. 

Sunday morning, as he was pouring a cup of coffee, his phone rang with a number he did not recognize. Thinking it may be his agent asking after the updates to his writing, he answered with a deep sigh, knowing he was very far behind. 

“Hello?” 

“Fox Mulder, please?” A nasally voice asked and he frowned. 

“Yes? This is Fox Mulder.” 

“Fox William Mulder? Your address is 59th Street, apartment number 812?”

“Ye… yeah? Who is this? How did you-”

The person giggled and then laughed louder and he knew who was on the other end of the line. 

“Samantha,” he said, shaking his head. 

“Hello, big brother,” she said in her normal voice, laughing again. 

“Jesus, you had me going there, you brat,” he said, setting the coffee pot down and opening the fridge to take out the coffee cream. 

“Totally worth it,” Samantha said, sighing with a soft giggle. 

“You didn’t call from your number,” he said, pouring the french vanilla cream into his cup, watching it change to the light brown color he liked. Closing the cream, he put it back and grabbed a spoon from the drawer, stirring the coffee. 

“Astute of you,” she snorted and he rolled his eyes. “But no, you’re right. I’m at the office.” 

“On a Sunday morning?” 

“Yeah, but I’m heading home in a few minutes.” 

“Well, that’s good.” 

“Yeah. Annnnnnd, I have something I want to discuss with you.” 

“Oh no…” he groaned jokingly and she laughed. 

“Well, not exactly a discussion as it’s more that I’m informing you of a situation.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Completely,” she said with a laugh. “The boys are good and so is Greg. He’s had a recent promotion at work, one he’s been waiting for, so we’re happy about it.” 

“Good for him,” Fox said, thinking of his brother in law and smiling. 

“Yeah,” she said and he could hear her smile. “So anyway, his work no longer requires travel, thank god as that has been difficult at times.” 

“Yeah,” he agreed, remembering the days when he had picked up the boys from school as Samantha had been busy with a meeting or a call. 

“Well, now it’s my turn to do some traveling.” 

“Oh! Really?” 

“Yeah, there are some companies who are interested in hearing more about the company and seeing as I’m the face of the company, or the person behind it anyway as I wouldn’t put my face on something as that’s incredibly self-centered in my opinion, I am flying out to attend some meetings.” 

“Sam! That’s fantastic! I’m so glad to hear that.” 

“Thanks, me too. Especially as they weren’t exactly interested before so I feel a little secret thrill at being asked to meet with them.” 

“Of course you do,” he said with a laugh and nodded before taking a sip of his coffee and setting the cup down. 

“Too right I do. Anyway, so tomorrow I’m coming into your neck of the woods and I was thinking instead of getting a hotel room, I could stay at your place for a few days.” 

“Oh! Yes! Definitely! That would be great!” he said happily. “I’d love to see you, Sammie.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Of course!” 

“You don’t have a woman hanging around?” she teased. “Or perhaps, women?” 

“Women? When have you known me to entertain women, plural?” he asked, shaking his head. 

“Never. I’m just teasing you. So it would be okay to bunk with you from tomorrow until… Thursday morning?” 

“Absolutely,” he said, grinning and walking toward the guest bedroom, thinking of what he needed to do to get it ready. “What time do you get in?” 

“Tomorrow at eight. I can take a cab from the airport to your place and be there in about twenty minutes? I’ll drop my things off and we could get some breakfast? I have a meeting at eleven, so that would give us time for a good catch up.” 

“And mustard,” he quipped and she snorted out a laugh. 

“You’re such a doof,” she said, still laughing. He smiled and chuckled softly. 

“Okay, I’ll get the room ready for you. Any particular foods you want on hand? Coffee cream flavor? Anything?” 

“Aww, aren’t you just the sweetest big brother ever,” she said in a singsong tone. 

“Shut up,” he replied and she laughed. 

“No, that is really sweet of you, Fox. Just as you’ve always been,” she said softly. “Foods? Maybe just staples? Bread, eggs, milk, bananas... things like that? We can have dinners out, or I could make you something.” 

“Ohhh. Could you make mom’s meatloaf?” he asked hopefully. 

“Sure, I could make that. Anything else of hers you’d like? I could make it and freeze it.” 

“No, you don’t need to do that. You’ll be here for work, and then to relax and catch up afterwards. One dinner here and two out, or delivered in, should be good.” 

“Okay then. As for coffee cream, I don’t drink coffee anymore. I gave it up last month and it was a bitch of a time. I’m only drinking decaf tea now.” 

“Oh, I’m glad I missed that. I’m sure Greg had as hard a time as you.” 

“He was… yeah, it was hard,” she admitted and he laughed. 

“I can pick up tea. Any kind in particular?” 

“I can send you a picture of the box I have as I don’t remember the name of it, along with mom’s meatloaf recipe so you know what to pick up and have on hand.” 

“Sounds good. I can go get it all today and then whichever day works best for your work schedule, we can make the meatloaf.” 

“Oh, it’s we now, is it?” she teased and he smiled. 

“Sure, I’ll be your sous-chef. You can boss me around.” 

“I like that idea,” she laughed and he smiled. “Okay. Well, I’ll be there tomorrow morning, brother. Can’t wait to see you.” 

“Me too, sis. Send that information and I’ll head to the store.” 

“Once I’m home, I will. About… twenty minutes or so, okay?” 

“Sounds good. See you tomorrow. Bye.” 

“Bye.” 

They hung up and he smiled as he walked back to the kitchen to finish his coffee and make a list of things he needed to do. 

By the time he heard from Samantha again, he had made the guest bed, dusted, and vacuumed the room, and for good measure, the rest of the apartment. 

Getting changed quickly, he grabbed his wallet, keys, and phone and went to the grocery store down the street. 

Returning over an hour later, he carried four full bags of groceries into his apartment and set them on the table. 

After the groceries had been put away, he separated the large bouquet of flowers he had bought into two smaller ones. 

Into the only two vases he owned, he arranged them and filled the vases with water. The sunflowers and white daisies were placed on the guest room dresser and the other bouquet was set on the dining room table. 

He cleaned the bathroom, put out the new bottle of hand soap he had purchased, and a fresh set of towels. 

When the apartment was set to his satisfaction, the diffuser Samantha had given him when he moved in emitting the scent of sandalwood, he smiled, happy that she would be there in the morning. 

[eddie]

@pazuzud​ said :  ❝ do you wanna build a snowman?  ❞​

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ WHILE THE WINTER WEATHER OF COURSE had it's own unique appeal, with its sparkling blankets of snow and twinkling lights, Eddie had more often than not been the type to appreciate the beauty from within the comforts of the indoors . . . where it was warm and he could still feel all of his toes. Still, despite his reservations about the cold, he'd somehow found himself rolling together the bottom half of an awkwardly-shaped snowman. Whether he was braving the elements because the concept sounded like a good time in a nostalgic sort of way or because it was SAM that had asked him ... Well, he didn't want to talk about it.             ❝ Hey, Sammy? ❞ The metalhead questioned, never looking up from the hefty-sized snowball that was under the heel of his combat boot as he'd tried rather haphazardly to salvage the botched contour of its shape. It wasn't to much avail. Honestly, it might have been getting worse. ❝ So there's that party going on tonight at, uh ... whats-his-nuts’ place. ❞ He glanced over at her, crinkling the bridge of his nose as he'd tried and failed to remember. Not that it mattered much.

            ❝ I know that parties are kinda lame, buuut, ❞ Eddie continued, refocusing his gaze back onto his contribution of the snowman, now squatting down in front of it and using the heat from his hands to round off the misshapen edges. ❝—hear me out: ❞ A pause. ❝ We sneak in. We help ourselves to some of those fancy appetizers and stuff our pockets full of free beer ... ❞ Another pause. ❝ And then we come back here and we watch a movie inside where it's warm. ❞ He brushed off some loose snow before rising to his feet. ❝ Because, uh . . . I can't feel my hands, so. ❞ He tilted his head towards her and offered her a view of his reddened palms, a tight-lipped and mildly sarcastic simper upon his face.             Was it his own fault for not wearing gloves? Definitely. But was he going to make it Sam's problem? Would’ve been a crime not to.             Snow crunched beneath his boots as he began to close the distance between them, the smile on his face quickly growing impish in nature as his dark gaze eyed the bottom of her jacket.

[animar64]

Little Windows

“Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we’ve no place to go Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!” — Sammy Cahn “Snowy evening”Alexei Butirskiy- Joseph Farquharson: ‘A Winter Garden’ Vida Gábor(Hungarian painter)1937 – 2007The Snowman’s friendNo date

[yukkue]

Okay, imagine Sammy and Clair move into their new house for a while. Clair tells Sammy that Charlie is with them, but he thinks that she means he’s in one of the rooms of the house.

And then he starts thinking that she’s in some random closed room. Then he starts singing, ‘Do you wanna Build a Snowman?’

ToT this is so adorable tho