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#BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE
whereifindsanity · 4 months
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10kiaoi · 11 months
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Boys, it's JUNE
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camcanime · 5 months
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Bakugo: Kirishima! It's too damn cold outside! Put a shirt on! (Y/n): Why are you trying to ruin the view?
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jam2go · 5 months
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hellsite-detective · 3 months
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Could you find this post? I found the screenshot on the Tasting History server
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is this a post case which i see before me, the request upon my desk? come, let me clutch thee...
but alas, this post proved simple for me to track down. as simple as plunging thy blade deep within the heart of any monarch. i set upon my duty, to seek out my own prize from the Don, Thane of Google. they sat there upon their usual throne, indulging in revelry that bore them riches greater than any average man could hope to achieve. like the mighty Birnam Wood approaching Dunsinane Hill, i approached the Thane. they bore down on me with inauspicious gaze, and thus i felt a tinge of fear for the interaction to come...
"Sit, Lady Detective." they said in reverberant voice which resounded throughout the chamber. upon my brow sweat formed, giving way to the consternation within me.
my Thane, i come bearing a request. i search for a post regarding the Scottish Play in relation to the Kingdom of Tumblr. may i be honored with your aid?
the Thane glared at me with expression dissolute. with a wave of their hand, a fool did enter carrying a small box of oaken construct. inside was thy post which i had sought. their majesty gifted most graciously this parchment. i bowed with deep gratitude and took my leave. such was the point in which i was approached by three Wëird Sisters, but alas, a tale for another time...
i deliver upon you thy request of this parchment! i believed this case would have been solved hereafter, as tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in its petty pace. but none of woman born could keep me from this case. i bring thy desired conclusion. i bid thee farewell, and a good morrow.
Post Case: Concluded
Flourish. All exit.
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lavaalishaa · 5 months
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andallshallbewell · 5 months
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thewhimsyturtle · 17 days
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Mom, why is it still so cold in April?!? I demand towel snuggles until spring makes a proper appearance!
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jlmichigan · 4 months
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From the maker of Willow as Bots
Willow Season's Gifts (Vol 12)
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This series is part of the Tanthamore Winterfest
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easthighseblos · 2 months
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Joe and Frankie and duets
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some1s-sista · 3 months
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The heated throw blanket is very popular this evening
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ladykissingfish · 5 months
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Deidara: It's so cold, hm. Sasori: So put on a sweater. Deidara: Sweaters are boring. Can't you think of a better way to warm me up, hm ~ ? Sasori: Gloves? More socks? A coat? Wool pants? Hot cocoa, tea or coffee? A roaring fire? Deidara: C'mon, Danna ... *wraps his arms around Sasori* How about you lend me some of that body heat and we make our own fire? Sasori: Oh brat ... you're a big boy, aren't you? I'll give you some matches and lighting papers but surely you're smart enough to build your own fire? Deidara: Sometimes I wonder if you really are as dense as you act, OR if you're just messing with me. Sasori: Dense? You think I'm dense? Sasori: *suddenly pins Deidara against the wall, both hands on either side of his head* Sasori: Well, baby, did it ever occur to you that I know exactly what you're talking about? That all of your innuendo and your clumsy attempts at flirting are far from lost on me? Sasori: *leans extremely close to Deidara* I can hear your heart pounding, brat. I can feel the blood racing through your veins. My nearness is overwhelming to you, isn't it? You want nothing more than for me to rip your clothes off and make you my puppet in the most carnal of ways, right? You want me to take you, to make you mine, in every sense of the word, don't you? Mm? Deidara: Deidara: *faints* Sasori: *leans down and puts a hand on Deidara's face* Sasori: You're plenty warm now, brat. You're welcome.
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lavaalishaa · 2 months
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terrence-silver · 6 months
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why does 'baby it's cold outside' give terry silver and beloved vibes
It gives you Terry Silver vibes because he's adamant.
Man doesn't like losing.
He knows how to be sweet, but in a way a slow, quiet water current is, seemingly mellow, initially unassuming, yet capable of eroding a rock with his perfidiousness; his tenacious politeness and consistent insistence on (performative?) courtesy being so tactically aggressive on the downlow when he wants it to be, he'd downright talk beloved into staying the night even when they initially weren't certain if they should or if it's appropriate, perhaps, not wanting to give off the wrong message. But, by the end of the evening, they will stay, because in Terry's own words, to quote him, he's been making you do things you didn't wanna do right from the very start. Ever since you met him. And of course he thinks of everything. Things most people wouldn't even think of thinking. He covers all grounds gleefully and has the greatest fun doing so Slowly squashes all boundaries and defenses over a candlelit, classical arrangement and several wonderful, Michelin star courses. Inviting beloved over, having them driven to him, or picking them up himself (depending of what statement he is out to make) even when he knows the disposition outdoors will be foul later on, at the right moment, almost as if though the sky itself is suiting his strategic needs --- hey, if people can utilize weather conditions in warfare, then why not in love? What's the difference between a Monsoon Season in Vietnam and a rain downpour accompanied by thunder over LA? Or maybe, an unexpected bit of snowing along the West Coast he uses to his advantage by setting this rendezvous, deliberately, during the most miserable days in the year, on purpose, to have a justifiable excuse to keep you?
Control you?
What's the difference between a Monsoon deep in enemy territory and this?
None, if you ask Terry.
All's fair in love and war.
Distracting beloved and winning time until the date extends to the point it's pitch black outside and staying --- well, staying only seems reasonable, practical and courteous under these circumstances. He is no monster; sending someone home at the dead of night? With all this rain? Lightning? Inconceivable! He won't bear that on his conscience. He cannot allow it! He's a very precise and dedicated host and oh, look, his staff is already dancing circles around you before you can even really protest, offering to escort you to your, erhm, quarters. Don't you feel guilty at how hard everyone's trying to make you comfortable? At home? Has he been bad? He's wined, dined and romanced beloved and he's been the most splendid company, like a real gentleman should be. Why wouldn't they stay? With him? Beloved has no reason, it is just their mind playing tricks on them, boggled down by social conventions. They want to stay, deep down, they really do? Don't they? Terry knows they don't, not really, but by the time he's done with them, they'll believe whatever he wants them to believe. Where could they possibly go anyway? Head down the highway? In a storm? On foot? Down a lane of neighboring manors? They've been trapped the minute they entered his premises and they never even realized it. In current times, an older Terry might just have a smart house and fingerprint activated state of the art security systems in place. Nobody can leave even if they wanted to. Even if they tried. There you are, stuck as he passionately shows off his collection of rare antique swords as a subtle threat.
Albeit, his Mayan brutalist concrete behemoth of a palace is no different back in the 80's. The sheer size of that place alone is a logistical hindrance to anyone who tried to leave and escape. And oh, his mansion has so many spare rooms. Doesn't beloved want a grand tour after dessert?
Do they think he's given them hours and hours of his best self for free?
It isn't for free. No. Nothing ever is.
He'll want something in return, and that something is in his bed.
After all...it's so cold outside.
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