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Rebecca Ferguson and wigs vibe
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Chilling inside
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#dusk#nighttime#bluehour#stars#pine#pine tree#silhouettes#dark#dark mountain#mountain#mountains#forest#dark forest#night sky#sky#mountain sky#sky above#stars above#cold night#nature#nature photography#mountain photography#byme#vtx#foliorumviridis
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Evening Arrival
(January 15, 2024)
#2024#Chilly Weather#Cold#Cold Night#Cold Weather#Cold Winter#Evening#January#January 2024#My Photo#My Photography#Night#Nighttime#Photo#Photography#Snow#Snowfall#Snowy#Snowy Night#Tree#Trees#Winter#Winter 2023#Winter Frost#Winter Night#Winter Photography#Winter Season#Winter Sky#Winter Time#Winter Wonderland
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eye to sticky mold - apr 2024
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It is getting colder and colder in this 3 days.
毛布を預けたクリーング店の定休日が月曜...
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#gloomy night#foggy night#november#november vibes#november night#november weather#november aesthetic#dark aesthetic#nature#going for a walk#fog#foggy#gloomy#cold night#own post#my photos#gloomcore
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Full Moon in the Winter, c1908, 1909 by George Marston (1909, oil painting)
#full moon#dark night#night#night painting#painting#george marston#oil painting#artprint#lunar#mond#winter#season#landscape#luna#blue#cold night#south pole
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I Smell Snow
Pairing: Modern! Oberyn Martell x F!Reader
Warnings: None, just fluff!
Word Count: 586
Summary: You have a strange talent for being able to tell when it’s about to snow. When you smell the first snow coming, you insist your boyfriend Oberyn join you to watch the snow fall.
A/N: Fluffcember day 7 (that I forgot to post yesterday cuz I got busy!), and I may or may not have stolen the inspo for this scene directly from an episode of Gilmore Girls...oh, well, it’s cute and fluffy and I love grumpy, cold Oberyn! Enjoy!
“You are insane,” Oberyn grumbled, slouching further into his winter jacket. “I checked the weather, my love, they said it wasn’t going to snow tonight.”
“You know my nose never lies,” you protested, tugging him along with you by your entwined hands.
It was the middle of the night and you had woken when the familiar smell hit your nostrils. Ozone and chill and snow. You never could describe it, even as a child you’d been able to smell when the snow was about to fall. Growing up in the Riverlands you’d had plenty of chances to test this odd talent.
This was Oberyn’s first time experiencing your ability, much to his dismay. The two of you were visiting your family for the holidays, and the poor Dornishman was unused to the cold. He could hardly remember the last time he’d even seen snow.
But you loved the snow. Every magical moment of your life happened during snowfall. Your first real kiss, your university acceptance letter, the beginning (and merciful end) of your marriage.
“I still don’t see why you’ve dragged me from my soft, warm bed to stand in the middle of an empty courtyard in the middle of the gods-damned night,” Oberyn continued to pout and you couldn’t help but giggle at him. He looked positively miserable, shrugged back in his puffy winter coat. The tip of his regal nose and his ears were turning pink in the cold, his lips formed into a perfect frown. Underneath his coat he wore his pajamas, that is to say, only his pajama pants because he preferred to sleep topless. You could see the angry regret on his face just as easily as you could see your breaths condensing in the air with every exhale.
You rose on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
“If I freeze my balls off, I’m holding you responsible.”
“You balls will be fine,” you said, trying to placate him with a quick squeeze of his hand.
“You have one more minute out here, then we are going back inside and you will apologize to my frozen balls,” Oberyn tried to come off stern, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. You nodded, but kept your eyes on the starless night sky. “I swear to you, my love, the weather forecast said no snow tonight, maybe not for weeks—”
His protest was cut off because just then, large white flakes began to fall from the sky. You sighed in delight and let your head fall back. Oberyn’s eyes turned to you, watching you in your joy. How the lights lighting your brother’s courtyard lit up your skin, the slight smile on your lips. You looked like you did when you were having the most wonderful dreams. A rush of affection pulsed through his veins while he took you in. He loved you. He would stand naked as his nameday in the middle of a blizzard north of the North if you wanted him to.
“I told you,” you said, turning your face toward him, “The nose never lies.”
Instead of answering, he pulled your face toward his and kissed you as the snow fell harder. His hands were cold against your neck and you squealed at the contact — Oberyn was always warm, he radiated the Dornish sun he was raised under — so his cold hands came as a shock.
“Can we go inside now, love?” he asked, “I need you to warm me up.”
#oberyn martell x reader#oberyn martell x you#prince oberyn#pedro pascal#cold night#oberyn x reader#oberyn x you#house martell#snow#i smell snow#game of thrones fic#game of thrones fanfic#got fic#fluffcember#writing challenge#fanfiction
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October 3rd
Warm beverages
This one is clearly dedicated to @laurfilijames, my dear friend, @blairsanne, @medusas-hairband and all the other lovely people in the Dean server.
Keep the love for my favourite Cameo-star up!
Words: 500
Warnings: none
“You shouldn’t be out here like that,” Fíli declared decidedly just as he let his warm, heavy coat settle around your shoulders. “You’ll catch a chill.”
Laughing softly, you looked up into his face, illuminated by the starlight raining down on the two of you in silver showers. If you were completely honest, you had been feeling under the weather anyway lately and sitting on the peaceful hill at night could hardly make it any worse.
“Don’t move,” he commanded with all the authority of a crown prince and knelt by your side to tighten his garment – retaining the heat and the tantalising scent of his body – around you diligently. “I shall be right back.”
The quick kiss he pressed onto your lips imbued you with that particular warmth that was entirely his own; it seemed to bloom like a sunflower in your heart and spread in golden tendrils through your bloodstream.
Suspended in the utterly bewitching silence of the wind still night, you lost track of the moments passing you by until slow steps alerted you to his careful return.
Holding out a heavy earthen mug to you, Fíli very cautiously settled down by your side, blowing upon the steaming surface of the hot beverage in his own hand absent-mindedly.
“Do you remember the day we went apple picking?” he asked you in a hushed voice and nodded at the drinking vessel firmly clasped between your cold fingers. “Bombur mashed the ugly ones and made cider from them.”
You took a small sip; the tartness of the fruit was the baseline – the theme – of the liquid delicacy, but there were notes of brown sugar and accents of different spices you clearly noticed but couldn’t definitively identify now.
“This is delicious,” you cried out, leaning over to kiss a drop of hot cider from his moustache; the familiar and yet ever-enticing taste of his love complemented the complex nuances of the drink beautifully and your head started swimming comfortably. “You’ll have to give me the recipe.”
Chuckling mischievously, he returned your kisses with more passion, running a rough thumb down the side of your throat and grinning: “It’s a family secret; I am sorry, but I’d have to kill you if I told you.”
You nodded dejectedly, feeling foolish and insolent for having even asked.
“Or…” he said as he nudged your jaw with his nose to get your attention, “I could make you part of my family?”
“Is this the cider talking?” you asked warily, desperate hope flaring – hot and prickling like the spiced drink – in your stomach.
“No, we are talking about the cider,” he chortled, “the drink itself has no voice.”
You hummed vaguely; as far as you were concerned, this potion of love and care sang hymns and symphonies within you, but before you could find the words, the moment had passed.
Hence the two of you sat in silence, sipping hot cider and dreaming of a future about to begin.
@fellowshipofthefics this was my entry for day 3 :D
I hope you liked this as well (you see we've switched fandoms here haha)...
Let me know <3
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#fanfiction#writing#IDNMT writes#fotfics October challenge#fotfics fictober#ficlet run#1 scene per day#a different pairing every day#Hobbit#Fíli#fíli x reader#hot cider#cold night#romance#fluff
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#enstars#ensemble stars#tsumugi aoba#switch#request#layout#icons#headers#white#blue#credits peachcoloring#cold night#very winter themed#love winter#and tsumugi#heart
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Silent Nightfall Snowscape
(January 9, 2024)
#2024#Chilly Weather#Cold#Cold Night#Cold Weather#Cold Winter#Evening#January#January 2024#Midnight#My Photos#My Photography#Night#Nighttime#Photos#Photography#Snow#Snowfall#Snowing#Snowy#Snowy Night#Winter#Winter 2023#Winter Frost#Winter Night#Winter Photography#Winter Season#Winter Sky#Winter Time#Winter Wonderland
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"It was a cold, cold night..."
Đó là một đêm lạ, đó là một đêm lạnh. Đó là một chuyến đi dài, đó là một miền kí ức. Đó là một đôi chân mệt mỏi, đó là một đôi mắt rũ rượi. Đó là những cái bắt tay chào hỏi với người lạ, những người lạ lâu dần trở thành quen.
"Dear Dolores,..."
Anh đang nơi đây thôi - một quán pub nhỏ ở Brooklyn, cùng với ly Vodka nửa vời, một chiếc gạt tàn và một điếu thuốc - loại Winston mà anh yêu thích. Chỉ thiếu mỗi em nữa là đủ, nhưng không sao vì anh cũng đã dần quen với điều này.
"It's been two months since I said see you again..."
Công việc thì vẫn thế. Lương thì vẫn đều đều. Thời tiết ngoài này lạnh buốt cả tay. Buổi sáng thì anh vẫn ổn nhưng đến tối phải mặc thêm một lớp áo nữa. Anh có nghe đài nói ở Oregon tối qua có một cơn bão tuyết. Dạo này thời tiết thật cực đoan, khi không có anh thì em nhớ giữ ấm cho hai đứa nhỏ nhé và cũng đừng nghĩ ngợi nhiều quá, anh vẫn tự lo mọi việc được.
Và em hãy nhớ để ý sức khỏe của bản thân mình nữa trong khoảng thời gian này nhé, đừng chủ quan.
Dolores, I miss you.
"How is your day? I'm having a brunch..."
Em dạo này sao rồi. Những khoảng phí của tụi nhỏ cứ tạm để đấy. Trễ nhất là năm ngày nữa anh sẽ về nhà thôi. Nhắn với Jin là anh gửi lời chúc mừng sinh nhật đến con bé nhé, chắc là anh sẽ về muộn mất nhưng nói với nó là anh hứa sẽ có quà. Giáng sinh năm này em và tụi nhỏ sẽ không phải ở một mình đâu, anh đã sắp xếp được công việc của mình rồi. Em không cần phải lo lắng nhiều nữa, Dolores.
"At half-past twelve in the night..."
Gần tới nhà rồi nhưng anh vẫn muốn viết. Viết cho em dường như đã trở thành một thói quen. Dolores à, còn về chuyện bệnh tình của bà ngoại, em cứ hãy chăm sóc cho bà thật chu đáo, anh biết bây giờ cảm xúc thật khó nói, nhưng gắng lên em ơi, chuyện đâu còn có đó mà.
Anh và em đã trải qua biết bao nhiêu sóng gió và cả những thời khắc tưởng chừng như là tăm tối nhất của cuộc đời. Nhưng mà em thấy đấy, mọi chuyện rồi cũng sẽ qua thôi nếu ta biết cố gắng và luôn giữ niềm hy vọng cho mình. Có những ngày như thế này thì anh mới hiểu được những giờ phút bên nhau là quý giá đến nhường nào, còn khoảng hai tiếng nữa là anh đến sân bay trở về rồi,
Một ngày thật tốt lành, Dolores.
Merry Christmas!
24/12.
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Inspired by the film 'Green book'.
#bức thư#thư#thư tay#letter#tản văn#văn#anh và em#gửi em#dolores#giáng sinh#viết lách#vodka#tuyết#winter#mùa đông#cold#cold night#xmas#christmas
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