#harsh cold

[delicatelysublimeforester]

Mittens in the Canopy: A Gift of Warmth

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#care #cold #community #community caring #compassion #cultural #culture #George Genereux Urban REgional Park #harsh cold #Indigenous #kindness #Mitten Tree Day #mittens #Richard St. Barbe Baker AFforestation ARea #Saskatchewan #Saskatoon #season #warmth #winter

[sic-vita]

The Sandman | Morpheus + change

“You have changed, Oneiros. In the old days, you would've left me here to rot without turning a hair”

#the sandman #sandman #tom sturridge #morpheus #dream of the endless #sue's things #sicvita:sandman #the implication that the old morpheus was cold and harsh #but now he has softened and shows his care #morpheus is learning!! #he has my whole heart!! #calliope: you've changed man #morpheus: yes i'm now a nice person #i'm so emotionally mature! #calliope: our son? #morpheus: no

[goldenwaves]

been simming pt ii

#woah two posts in a day its christmas #ts4 #ts4 edit #sims 4 #andddd thats it for main characters #in order #jude #miriam #ehren #i have never struggled so hard to make a sim as i did making jude. i could not decide on his face. i wanted something wiry and harsh it was #Hard #miriam walks into a room and somehow bennie and the jets starts playing from somewhere #ehren is an always cold punk who will talk your face off about ursula k leguin #and jude is the chronically depressed 36 yr old who spends too much effort on dinner for just himself every night #hb extras

[artbyace]

remus and sirius dress up every friday night , always saying they’ll go out to dinner somewhere fancy, only to end up staying in and dancing together because they are much more content with just being alone in each others company <3

#marauders #marauders era #marauders fanart #the marauders #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #fanart #my art #digital art #marauders headcanon #remus lupin fanart #sirius black fanart #mwpp era #u can wrip gnc sirius from my cold dead hands #i love them #i struggled so much doing a bg pls don’t be too harsh on it hsbsbsh #procreate #illustration

[bri-bees]

I always see people have Yang be protective over Ruby whenever she dates Weiss, but I hardly see people showing Winter being protective over Weiss whenever she dates Ruby because I could see Winter setting up a whole interview like conversation with Ruby to see if she is qualified to date her sister lol

#my random thoughts of the night #I just think it would be a fun dynamic to explore #you can’t tell me Winter wouldn’t be protective over who Weiss dates because she wants the best person for her sister #like she would have a whole checklist of things #and I get Winter can be cold and harsh but she still cares so much for Weiss #rwby #rwby whiterose #whiterose #ruby rose #weiss schnee #winter schnee #yang xiao long

[leonscape]

Leon: Hey, are you okay?

Licht: Yeah.

Leon: You don't look okay.

Licht: Then stop looking.

#damn this one was cold bro #maybe it’s a bit too harsh to be licht #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen series #incorrect ikemen quotes

[gentrychild]

I want to know more about Anyone!All Might. His characterisation has a very different take given he doesn't have Izuku. Would it be okay to share how would he react if he knew Izuku (faked) died?

Honestly? Deep down, he would be pissed. Like, obviously, he would get sad about Izuku's death, because it was a misguided child who tried to be a hero, and heartbroken that OFA is gone. But deep down? He would be enraged that this dumbass kid stole OFA only to get killed by a two-bits serial killer a couple of months afterwards. He isn't proud of it, he wouldn't admit it but I know all.

#More seriously he would have a lot of guilt about Izuku's death. Part of him would feel responsible. #He should have taken the time to modulate his answer instead of telling him the cold harsh truth one day where he was depressed and in abso #ute pain #He should have taken the time to know Izuku if only to find him again. He shouldn't have let him steal OFA. He should have found him sooner #Which means he is in the PERFECT headspace to adopt what he suspects to be a hidden Shimura family member! #anyone: faked death edition #anyone fic

[ryuusea]

veil

I’d been wanting to draw something like this since ch.66, thinking of the trope of white sheets or curtains looking like… wedding veils.

fun note: the plant is a christmas cactus that can bloom red flowers in winter.

#sherliam #I WAS STARING AT THIS AT 4AM WHEN I FINISHED DROWNING IN CHEESE AND FLUFF #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #liam james moriarty #comic #they go out on missions so I thought they can’t have high maintenance plant #they can handle cold harsh weather and bloom in winter if properly cared for :’’’)

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizontober 2023 | 10: favorite tribe (banuk!)

#horizontober2023 #horizon zero dawn #hzd #the frozen wilds #banuk #hzd npcs #hzd song's edge #the banuk are def my favorite and i was so sad they were absent from hfw :( #the frozen wilds was suuuuuuuch a good dlc #i really loved everything about it (except getting wrecked by that first scorcher lmao) #i'm a person who would much prefer to be cold rather than hot so i'm a fan of their location #also love the color blue which they seem to favor #and love the story of banukai and the shamans and how they view the machines #their philosophy does seem a bit harsh to (soft pitiful) me but then again so is their environment #also they have some of the most badass headgear #(there are a lot more pics i would have liked to have taken but i'm not at home rn so this was done under crunch conditions lol)

[en-chi-la-da]

What are your thoughts on Yuma x Vivia? I seem to be in the minority cause Vivia's mostly shipped with Yakou, but I personally see Yakou as more of a father figure to Vivia. Also amazing art as always.

short answer: they mean da world 2 me 💜

#rain code #kokolight #ask draw #long answer> UHHH chapter 4 is so good for many reasons. ch 4 really helps jumpstart them as a duo/pair and ESPECIALLY #as character foils. one example being their opposite views of what it means to fight for the truth as detectives #vivia wanting to believe in a safe lie vs yuma wanting to find the cold hard truth #and with vivia finally wanting to aid yuma in the mystery labyrinth despite the harsh truth bc yuma helped HIM #with finally understanding his role as a detective. and having to come to terms with facing the truth even if it's hard and sucks :( #PLUS THE GUMSHOE GABS AND THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE obvs #'guy who's a bit short x guy who's too fukcing long' lmao #vivia twilight #yuma kokohead #mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #ari art #i actually have a bigger kokolight post ive been itching to draw so look out for that too eventually ✌🏼 #AND TY ANON!! i can also see yakou as a father figure but with yuma mostly lol #or at least the older cousin you know that's kinda wierd but you still like hanging out with them :) that's what yakou can be #to the NDA gang LMAO

[hannahssimblr]

“What?”

“I said, you tore me out of this photo. I was there too,” I unpin it and hold it out to point to the crooked edge next to Jen where my eleven year old self once stood, tanned and grinning in red swimming shorts, “There, I was there.”

She looks at it, then me, but says nothing. 

“You can still see my shoulder.”

“Yeah.”

“You tore me out of it.”

Again, nothing. 

I let my arm drop, limply holding the photo between two fingers, speechless I just stare at her as though she might explain herself, give me some reason that makes sense, but she doesn’t, she just stands there chewing on her lip. 

I tug my shoulders sharply toward my ears, “Why did you do that? That was a nice day. We went swimming in the sea, I rescued you from a jellyfish, remember? I grabbed a piece of driftwood and flung it out of the water for you.”

“Yeah,”

“And later your mam brought us back to my house and we had a water fight on the lawn and made ice cream and coke floats,” I hold the photo out to her in a last ditch appeal, “It was a great day.”

“Yeah it was nice, we had fun.” She won’t meet my eyes and looks everywhere but at me, like acknowledgement is unbearable.

“What, Michelle? I don’t get it. What did I do that was so horrible?”

She scoffs and turns away. 

“C’mon, just tell me. I’ve had enough of all this bullshit between us, I’m serious. What is it?”

“Oh come on.”

“No, what?” I toss the photo onto her desk and approach her, my hand on her arm makes her flinch as I spin her to look at me, eyes livid, as I insist upon her, “What?” 

“My God, you’re awful,” she hisses, “Why do you need to hear me saying it? Is it an ego thing? Is it because you’re all single and sad again?”

“What are you on about?”

“You already know what this is all about, it just gives you a thrill to bring it up.”

“No! I don’t know!”

“Oh cop on,” She slaps my hand off her, “That stuff with Holly, you just don’t remember? That’s convenient.”

“Holly?”

“Oh my God,” she tries to twist away from me but I stop her, “What did Holly say to you?”

Michelle glares right into my face with a fury that would make a lesser man cower, but I don’t budge. “Tell me!” 

“That you don’t fancy me,” she grinds out, “and that I’m not even pretty.”

I hesitate. 

She tosses her hand at me and hacks out a laugh, “See, you don’t even deny it.”

“Yeah, I was thirteen and stupid, she was jealous and I suppose I was just telling her what she wanted to hear. Shell!” she backs off and I follow, trying to insert myself into her eye line, “I didn’t mean it, she just didn’t get it, the way it wasn’t like that between us, but I don’t know why she told you that.”

“It’s because she knew I fancied you, and she thought it was funny how you didn’t fancy me back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You didn’t, you fancied Holly.” 

I sigh, “Holly was… everyone expected that of me.”

“What does that even mean?” 

“She liked me, and she was the sort of girl that all the other boys talked about all the time, I felt like I should just go out with her because it’d be the most normal thing to do.”

“Oh my God, that’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I know, but I was still a kid and, I don’t know, you, Jen and I had a good thing going, I just didn’t want to risk ruining it.”

“Well obviously you did, by saying I was ugly and throwing your birthday gifts back in my face.”

“I never said you were ugly, and the birthday gifts… she told me I couldn’t have them because they were from you, but I still liked them! Those pens were better than her gift, you know, I didn’t even like the movie she took me to see,” my attempt at a laugh sounds very weird and tight, “It was actually so shit.”

Michelle is unmoved, with her arms crossed over her chest she says, “You read what I said in the card and you still threw it away like it was nothing.”

“No, I didn’t- I skimmed- I barely read it.”

She reels back like I’ve spit in her face, “Is that supposed to be better?”

I don’t answer. 

“‘Dear Jude,’” She recites, “‘Happy thirteenth birthday! I hope you have an amazing day! I just want to say that being your friend is the best! You’re so nice and funny and talented, I’m glad all of the time that you started going to our school because you make our friend group so much better. I hope you like the gel pens, I know you hate drawing with yellow colours because they don’t show up on the page, but I couldn’t exactly take it out of the packet or it would look pretty strange! Maybe you can use them to draw more comics. I look at the one you drew for me with the cowboy cats every day and it still makes me laugh. Is that weird? I hope not. Anyway, I hope you have an amazing birthday because you’re an amazing friend! xxx Michelle.’” She glares at me. The way she positively spat that message at me threw me off a bit, but the essence of it still comes across and makes my stomach sink with shame all of the same. It really was a nice card, and I wish for the millionth time in my seventeen-and-a-half years that I wasn’t such a fucking idiot. 

“I remember the cowboy cat comic,” I mutter, “Do you still have it?”

It seems as though my stupidity is confounding her, “No, I fucked it into the bin. Obviously. I was heartbroken.”

“Heartbroken?” A bit dramatic, surely. 

“Yeah. Holly and her friends bullied me for years, and you just went and abandoned me for them.”

“That’s not fair, I didn’t. You pushed me away, remember? You accused me of choosing them, I never chose them. You chose not to be my friend.” 

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“So stubborn. You can't let this go.”

“Uh! Yeah! Because it’s humiliating.”

“What is? That you fancied me?”

She brings her hands to her cheeks, burning not with rage, but embarrassment. She takes a shaky breath, “did you know?”

“About you-”

“Yes.”

I chew on my lip. Of course I did. It was written all over her, the way she was so eager to sit next to me in class or in the car, squeezing into the middle seat just so that her leg could rest against mine. How she jumped at the chance to help me out with something before anybody else could, her laugh, a little bit harder and longer than everyone else's when I told a joke, but not addressing it was always easier. Maybe I liked the attention a little bit, enjoyed being admired by a cute girl, or maybe it was easier, less disruptive than admitting my own uncomfortable, friendship-group-ruining feelings. 

“No, I had no idea,” I say. 

Her eyes are fixed upon the carpet between our feet as though by looking so intently at the looped fibres she can transport herself anywhere other than here with me and my interrogations. 

“Hey, look at me.”

“No.”

I sigh, “Look, Michelle, I did think you were pretty. That’s why Holly was so jealous. Our friendship made her insecure, and she hated how much I liked hanging out with you. She could sense that I liked you.”

“Oh, come on, that’s the kind of thing you say to those stupid girls at school so that they’ll let you borrow their homework or something.”

“I really did!”

“You used to throw potato wedges at me outside the deli!”

“Yeah! That’s how you show a girl you fancy her when you’re twelve!”

Her laugh is humourless, “Please.”

“I’m telling you I did,” I take her wrist, with her pulse jumping under my fingers and hold her like that, for reasons I’m not sure of, perhaps just for connection. Close like this I can feel the heat of her body. I am desperate to show her how serious I am. “And if I wasn’t so stupid I might have done something about it.”

“Too late.”

“It’s not.”

I bend and kiss her before she can argue any more. Once, just once, but insistently, and I pull back hard with a smack expecting outrage on her face but I find only surprise, desire, and eyes that flick from my eyes to my mouth and back. I kiss her again, slow this time, deep, sure, as my hands hold her hips close to mine, willing for this kiss to wipe it all away, all of the years of hurt and anguish between us, and she lets me kiss her, and she kisses me back with hands that thread through my hair and lips that part so I can slide my tongue inside her mouth.

My knees knock against hers in our clumsy waltz towards her bed and we come down on it together, my body pressing against hers and my fingers finding the warm skin beneath her t-shirt. I draw back to look at her again, dark eyes and full lips and skin, as is mine, blushed amber with the first rays of dawn that stream through the window. 

“Do you want to stop?” I say, and she shakes her head. 

“No.”

And outside, as the sun creeps up over Clontarf, the branches of the cherry blossom trees hold their leafy arms up in surrender. 

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#lucky boy 2009 #last post! #omg! #SO EXCITED FOR 2010 YOU HAVE NO IDEA #anyway behind the scenes: originally Jude murdered the jellyfish in a very calculated and cold blooded way but I felt it was too harsh #even though it was based on something i directly witnessed on a beach when i was a kid #and i felt like the jellyfish kind of deserved it sorry #i got stung on my thigh when i was 9 and it sucked so bad #Youtube

[marypsue]

The Big Lebowski is a neo-noir film.

#discuss at will #listen. it's got everything. convoluted plot where everyone's double-crossing each other. #laid-back detective reluctantly sucked into the madness in pursuit of a small selfish personal goal. #femmes fatale; including a harsh cold goal-oriented woman the detective ends up sleeping with but not ultimately forming a relationship wit #corrupt cops #an abundance of grit and sleaze #frequent reference to characters' experience in the war #nihilism. #germans. #and a killer soundtrack #the coens even said it was inspired by raymond chandler what more can you ask for

[didsomeonesayventus]

It was the raging storm of a foreign war... and a face I’d seen before.

#spoilers #engage spoilers #fe17 spoilers #fell xenologue #alear #alcryst #alearcryst #windy art #WHEN I HEARD THIS LEMME TELL YOU #get a boyfriend who takes identity theft seriously smh #I'd laugh at my predictions being simultaneously too harsh and too soft if it werent for like #altcryst fucking BEHEAD HIM????? JESUS #also like. alear vc how would you behead me (genuine question because alcryst thats a bow math aint mathing) #just. ough. OUGH. imagine having to face your boyfriend but he's gone cold and harsh and feral because of the circumstances #and even tho you know your boyfriend is waiting for you back home (or even elsewhere in the fight) there's such. an uncanny disappointment #you didn't want things to be like that. they didn't have to be like that. but this world has a way of disappointing you #alear's well trip really is just. miserable. stay safe out there baby

[ectoplasmer]

wwwwggh curling up against your f/o on a cold winter night and loosely wrapping yourselves around each other. pressing your face to their chest and hearing their heart beat and their soft breaths. feeling them relax as they fall asleep and getting to watch their features soften and ease. falling asleep feeling all warm and safe snuggled up to them…….

#marigoldshipping #i got sick again don’t look at me i’m being patbetjc sbdnf v #going to get melv sick with me. planning his downfall. if one of us gets sick the other has to as well it’s customary #thinking of listening to his heartbeat and just feeling his warmth is really comforting i don’t know how to put it into words… #it’s cold and harsh outside and you used to be that way too but now you’re warm and soft with me. something or other i guess #anyway #of course i’m going to smother him it’s like -10 outside right now. scary #natural heater……

[peppermintmochafem]

using short abrupt demands (like “down” and “sit” and “quiet”) PLUS randomly using super sweet gentle commands (like “can you be a good boy and do that for me?”) 

#femme dom hours or whatever >:) #nsft text #i just think its cute! #also like when you can use a super harsh cold voice but just like for a second is sooo fun bc its scary >:) #you know what I mean? #also like saying hey! in that dom voice is super fun #🦋

[abluescarfonwaston]

Sorry just thinking about Phoenix and Iris. How he swallowed glass for her. How she didn't know. Turned away from it and covered her eyes. Couldn't bare to see what she knew her sister was going to do. Do to him. She knitted a sweater for him. It fits just right. He swallows glass and stares at her as she stands over a charred and smoking body. As she screams and points at him. Watches as he is hauled away. Can't even fathom what's going on. Why.

He swallows glass for her.

And I just can't help but think what would have happened if she'd asked him to leave instead. That last night before Dollie became Dahlia. If her shaking hand had reached for the necklace one last time. Shaking and pale. If he'd caught her hand then and asked what was wrong. How the words would clog in her throat but if she begged- if she asked- that they run away together, he would have.

He swallows glass for her.

Surely he'd have been willing to run away.

#iris #Phoenix wright #feenris #look im just saying #there's a 160k au there #where Phoenix goes #just as Larry goes #where Dahlia wins. and is still trapped under her mothers boot #and Mia doesnt get that closure no revenge or retribution #but must drag herself forward anyway #where no one is there to save her from Red White. but her door is firmly locked. so no one needs to #and no one is there to save Edgeworth #and his eyes are harsh and as cold as the mountain when Misty's blood paints the snow red #and they are all strangers there #Mia and Maya and Iris and Edgeworth and Phoenix #all gathered around the corpse of a woman who ties each and every one of them together again