#wintertime feelings

[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

officialfanofberlin

Wintertime feelings at the Brandenburg gate in Berlin, Germany

#Germany #Berlin #Brandenburg Gate #Wintertime #Wintertime feelings

[mamawasatesttube]

number 81 for the writing prompts: "It's cold, you should take my jacket."

(mostly cause I wanna see Tim wear Kon's leather jacket and Neither of them being normal about it but do what you want with it it's your fic <3)

“Here.”

Tim looks up as Kon waltzes back into the living room, two enticingly-steaming mugs in his hands. Hot spiced apple cider sounds absolutely divine right now—the blustery Kansas day outside is reaching its icy fingers into the farmhouse despite the fire blazing merrily in the hearth, and Tim has to admit, he maybe should’ve packed warmer for this trip.

Kon presses one of the mugs into his hands—the nicer one, Tim notes, without the chip in the rim—and Tim accepts it with a grateful hum. The warmth seeps into his palms immediately. “Thanks.”

“No problemo, Rob-lemo.” Kon plops down next to him on the couch, his TTK keeping his cider perfectly still in his mug as he makes himself comfortable. “It’s pretty chilly out today. Gonna be a good night to go skating—the pond down by the McAllister’s place is frozen over, and this time of year, they string up lights ‘n’ invite all the neighbors to come by in the evenings. Wanna go?”

Tim hums in consideration. “Could be fun, but just warning you, it’s been a hot minute since I did any skating, so I’m kinda rusty. And I didn’t bring any skates.” Mmm, the steam rising up from his cider smells amazing. “Did you make this?”

Kon’s eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Then he puffs out his cheeks in mock offense, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I’m good in the kitchen.”

Yeah, Bart keeps calling him malewife material about it. Tim grins into his mug; it’s not his fault it’s so easy to ruffle Kon’s feathers, or that it’s so funny to do so. “I guess it is Ma’s recipe, so it’d be hard to make it bad.”

Kon politely waits for him to lower the mug from his mouth and then swats him on the back of the head. Tim does appreciate the pause, even as he ducks away, laughing. The cider tastes like apples and cinnamon and honey; warmth spreads through Tim’s chest.

“You’re rude,” Kon tells him. “Just for that, if you fall on your face when we go skating, I’m not helping you up. I’m just gonna laugh.”

“Oh, it’s a when we go skating now?” Tim quirks an eyebrow at him in turn. “I just said I didn’t bring any skates.”

“We can get you some, that’s no trouble,” Kon says, flapping a dismissive hand. Tim opens his mouth to ask where, exactly, in Smallville, can they get a pair of new ice skates in a matter of a couple of hours, but then closes it again when it hits him that even if there isn’t a big sporting goods shop in Smallville, geography isn’t really a concern to someone who can crisscross the entire globe in a matter of minutes.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Tim lightly elbows him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually good at skating. I bet you just TTK your way through it.”

Kon elbows him back. “Yeah, right! I’m pretty decent, no powers required, actually. Been going plenty with Jon. He particularly loves this one roller dome in Metropolis that always has Super merch in the arcade claw games.”

Okay, Tim has to admit, he’s melting a little about that. Kon loves his little brother. The image of him taking Jon skating is really cute—he can just picture Jon wobbling along, holding Kon’s hand, and rambling about his day like he loves to do. He bites back a truly sappy smile; his toes curl instead, where they’re tucked under a cushion to stay warm.

“Lemme guess. The claw games are where you TTK it up.”

Kon snickers. “They’re rigged as hell, but the kid wants his misshapen Superman plushies, so obviously I gotta win ‘em for him.”

“Obviously,” Tim agrees. He curls his fingers around his mug a little tighter, soaking up its warmth; he’s got an actual winter coat for when they go out, but he really wishes he’d brought some thicker sweaters or hoodies for hanging around in the house itself. He’s used to the damp, creeping cold of Gotham; the blustery Kansas winters might be about the same temperature, but the wind out here blows right through him.

Kon shifts next to him, setting his cider down on a coaster on the coffee table. Tim glances up just in time to see him unzip and shrug out of his hoodie—it’s fleece-lined and light pink with a strawberry cow printed on the front breast pocket, very cute.

And then Kon leans over and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s face heats.

“It’s cold,” Kon explains. “Take my jacket. I don’t really need it that bad, anyway, so you may as well get some use out of it.”

It’s still warm from his body, and Tim lifts one hand from his mug to pull it more tightly around himself like a blanket. His nose brushes the collar when he turns his head a little. The jacket smells like Kon’s cologne.

…It’s the citrus-and-spice one Tim bought him last Christmas. He’s wearing the cologne Tim picked out for him last year, the one Tim definitely didn’t spend almost an hour agonizing over as he imagined tucking his face into Kon’s shoulder and inhaling this specific scent from his collarbone. He’s…

Tim’s face gets even hotter. Abruptly, he takes a gulp of hot cider, hiding in his mug. Kon’s jacket smells like him, and it’s warm, and it’s big and cozy and soft, and…

Kon is staring at him, Tim realizes belatedly. He didn’t notice because he was busy, uh, processing, but Kon’s looking at him like he’s…

Like he’s the last morsel of dessert on the table, and Kon has a ravenous craving for some sugar?

Tim swallows hard. Deliberately counts to eight on his next inhale and exhale. If he lets his heart rate pick up, Kon will definitely notice.

“Thanks,” he manages, finally. “That’s, uh. Yeah. That’s nice.”

“I’ll say,” Kon mutters. He drops his gaze, his cheeks a little pink, and then reaches over to ruffle Tim’s hair. “Bring warmer lounge clothes next time, dumbass. The farmhouse is kinda old. Gets drafty in here.”

“Yeah,” Tim says wryly. He shifts his weight, rearranging his legs so that instead of leaning on the armrest, he flops himself against Kon’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. “I noticed.”

Kon leans his cheek against Tim’s hair. “At least you got me to keep you warm,” he sighs, slipping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What would you do without me, huh?”

Tim bites back the first response on the tip of his tongue (“Go into a huge depressive spiral?”) and goes for something a little less insane. “Freeze to death before you even get to laugh about me falling on my face at the McAllisters’ pond?”

Kon snorts. He’s comfortably warm against Tim’s side, and Tim snuggles a little closer, relishing his warmth. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Kon agrees. “I hope I can get it on video.”

Tim just smiles to himself and raises his mug for another sip of cider. The honey and spices are heavenly on his tongue, but if he’s being entirely honest, he can think of something sweeter.

#answers #barbitchian #this ended up being less about the jacket than i intended but i AM thinking abt other reasons tim might end up wearing kon's jackets. #i just also think kon in a cute pastel pink strawberry cow hoodie is cute :) #timkon #rimi writes #its such an awkward length skdjhsdjk like this feels too short to bother putting on ao3 but so long for a tumblr ficlet. man #maybe i will expand timkon wintertime fluff (inspired vaguely by hallmark vibes) later into a real fic. idk! #tim #kon

[eerna]

Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries is so delightful. I am so delighted. Just found out it will have a sequel coming out in January and I am SO DELIGHTED

#i'm only halfway through but i am casting my lot. i am not afraid #emily reminds me sooooo much of felicity. my dear felicity. #wendell is a slutty clown and you all know how i feel about slutty clowns #AND it is happening in the WINTERTIME. AND it made me GET OFF MY ASS AND EMAIL MY MENTOR REGARDING MY FINAL THESIS AFTER 6 MONTHS. #all in all. books are great reading is great i love books so much #eernatalk

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: BAD CREE by Jessica Johns.

I've been looking forward to this one since just before the hardback release! I'm generally more of a paperback person, so I snatched it up on paperback release day.

#books #books of 2024 #book photography #my photography #bad cree #jessica johns #it feels like a Winter Book to me although i suspect that's mostly the leafless trees on the cover lol #and the black/white contrast of most of it #i have no idea if it's Actually Wintertime but i'm excited to find out lol #featuring mine own winter woods walk because we got a lot of snow a bit ago and it coincided with a nature center voyage!! #(generally more of a paperback person for untested authors i mean lmao) #(once i know for sure someone's a fave i'll spring for hardbacks immediately) #(if i'm not sure i will Wait) #(it's not like i don't have enough to read in the meantime...)

[absensia]

There is a cost for resurrection, even for a vessel such as Charlotte. As a vessel for the primordial void, Charlotte's body undergoes a supernaturally rapid decomposition after death, decaying so completely and so quickly that in a matter of a couple scant hours, there will be nothing left of her whatsoever. What took a mere fraction of a day to break down, however, will take ( at least ) a few days to reassemble. ( To date, the shortest amount of time it's taken for Charlotte to return is 49 hours; the longest absence was 8 days. )

In the time between her complete decomposition and her reappearance in our reality, the vessel we know as Charlotte must be reassembled, rather painstakingly, by Khaos itself. Just as it did when it first created this vessel, Khaos brings together the fragments of a being: personality traits, memories, stories, and eventually, the physical form, too. Piece by piece, it reassembles the killed and obliterated doll and then, once it feels she is once more ready, like on that sunny day in June all those years ago, it reintroduces this vessel we know as Charlotte back into this reality, this world, this life. As such, it appears, for the most part, that while she may not be totally invincible or capable of auto-resurrection on a god-like level, Charlotte has no real reason to fear death. If she dies, she can be almost certain that she will be back to cause more trouble in no time. But resurrection does not come without a cost and this is a fact Charlotte has become increasingly aware of the more she has gone and come back, gone and come back. . .

"There's never enough...to fill the hole up again." To make a long story short, Stephen King's Pet Sematary revolves around the resurrection of dead things ( animals and people ) and how sometimes, dead is better, because nothing that comes back to life ever comes back exactly the way it was before. There will always be something missing, something wrong. Charlotte's resurrection, at the hands of Khaos, is not an exception to this idea. Each time Charlotte dies and comes back, she may seem mostly intact and to be picking up exactly where she left off, but she is not, in fact, the same. With each "respawn," the vessel will be adjusted and changed based on what the Void deems necessary, but mostly (!) the process of reassembly itself means that there will "never be enough" to make Charlotte exactly as she was again.

Just as a "wound never [seems] to fill in completely" despite being considered healed and healthy once more, the resurrected vessel will, by nature of chaos and decay, contain less and this is the cost of resurrection. For better or worse, there remains a heavy consequence for dying and so, as comical as it sounds, Charlotte has learned to take dying more seriously. With each resurrection, there runs the risk of her losing memories and perhaps some of her humanity, but most assuredly, she loses more of what makes her her... More specifically, with each resurrection, Charlotte grows colder, steadier in a way, and while she may seem more or less the same on the outside ( as Khaos wants to maintain her likeness and essence ), by and by, if you look closely, you won't find the same spark in her eyes that she has now to set her apart from the cold abyss of the primordial entity that resides inside her. Like a wound, Charlotte never heals completely. There is never enough to fill the vessel again. But if there is not enough of her to come back after death, then what must fill the vessel upon its return is obvious: absence. Absence is the cost of resurrection.

#an isolated system. #the primordial chaos theory. #(both excerpts are from Pet Sematary) #colder... as in sunshine in the wintertime... #the thing is that Char's reached a point in her existence where she feels like she has something to live for #she (more or less) likes (?) who she is / how she works / etc. #she's grown colder and steadier relative to her younger self FOR SURE but is still nowhere so cold and still as the actual abyss #she's still very much HUMAN and she has come to really want to keep herself the way she is RIGHT NOW #obviously the changes between deaths are not substantial #she'd have to speedrun approx. 100+ deaths for the ppl who know her NOW to notice a difference ... #but still... she doesn't want to get that ball rolling or gamble w the risks either #bc tbh she does NOT 100% trust the void to suddenly decide that it WON'T bring her back or that it will RESET her or completely change her #anyways thank you so much if you took the time to read <3 I appreciate you very much!

[july-19th-club]

the major appeal of the Corn Maze is tapping into the human experience of Being Surrounded By Maize During Harvest . i love you corn and i love walking in circles under an autumn sun while you rustle gently and smell exactly as you always have for the past many hundreds of years at this same time in this same spot. effervescent

#i love where i live. at all times of the year there's always some ancient simple thing that direct-hits the timeless human experience button #me in the wintertime: wow for thousands of years we have huddled in shelters and put wood on the fire and thought about spring #me in the spring: wow for thousands of years someone has gone out and tapped the first tree of the season and saved up the sap #me in the summer: wow for thousands of years somebody has weeded squash here. beans even #me in the fall: i have GOT to be surrounded by corn so i can feel exactly the way im supposed to at this time. in this place #like it's not my ancestral experience. im not from here. we were in abruzzo until like eighty years ago. they dont have corn there #but at this time in this place there is corn and there has always been corn in this place. and i get to experience that. how COOL #at this time in this place there are maple trees and eastern white pines and there have been those trees #since as long and longer as there have been humans to look at them here. how COOL #harvest technology changes. populations change peacefully and then forcefully . the climate changes and is changing now #but for now. and for a time before me. there's corn here. and everyone who was here walked around in the corn #and if we are lucky then five hundred years from now someone can still plant and stand in and listen to the rustle of the corn

[iero]

It's not a Sunday to me until I'm sitting around at 5 PM thinking, "Wow. I didn't do fuckall today. I feel like shit for it."

#personal #Can't wait until late fall/the wintertime when it's fucking DARK outside at 5 PM so it will make me feel worse! :) #On another note: I have decided I'm not going into work tomorrow so I feel a little LESS shitty about it this particular week. #<- I mean that in a 'We're open and I'm using sick time.' not going into work way. #We don't anticipate it being busy and the company does not give holiday pay so 🤪✌🏻.

[irrec]

I just rearranged my room

and its only been one night, but I feel like the energy in here has improved significantly.

#mainly I feel it was important to not be able to see my bed while I work because it looks so tempting #The lighting is better #I moved my altar so I hope the ancestors are happy #but theyll let me know #I think the plants will be happy for the wintertime shift #thoughts #personal

[genderqueerturtle]

In good news, I got an hour of sleep! Trust me that's super impressive for me to do when sick I've stayed up 24h before

#ik an hour isn't much but please just let me have this #I feel so much better after getting that sleep #I can actually look at my phone screen without feeling sick and can lay down comfortably (propped up of course) #and I'm not shivering like a madman in the artic #I was COLD #and I don't get cold #I'll have an AC and 3 fans on in wintertime #but now I'm just chillin atm #I'll probably eat my words soon but for the few minutes of respite I'm enjoying it #leo talks

[teleportationmagic]

Might fuck around with butch aesthetics. for fun. for profit, even.

#Like I don't know that I'd want to be a butch-butch but like. Had on flannel and a nice pair of workpants one day #looked up at a mirror and thought “damn. that's hella butch.” and I liked that #Like. I'm still very fond of lazy femme aesethics - the sundresses and big hats etc etc #but espeically in the wintertime? hot dang a nice set of masc clothes gives me Feelings. #telespeak #the big astristiks here is that I am as strong as a limp noodle. so. #might be a motivation to start working out though. we'll see we'll see

[blizzardfluffykpop]

After watching the svt concert movie I didn't get any time prior to work on my fics, so I will have to post pone one until the 18th instead of the 17th (funnily enough) I do have ideas, but they're sad I don't want to write them after coming off that high. Which an incredible concert, how I wish one day to see them perform in real life after stanning them for so many years.

Anyways that's the update: No fic on 17th

Also, reminder: Requests are still open for the prompts! I'll reblog that in the morning instead of a fic!

#wintertime 2 update #sorry #i'd make an excuse but the reality is i'm just really tired- it's been a lot of a week and after writing about today in my journal #i'm going the fuck to bed ehbbhaha #wintertime 2 #my tiredness comes from that mini vacay too- it's crazy how much that's weighed on me as well- anyways- i will stop rambling #if you have any thoughts about the 'follow' concert feel free to send them in! #i have lots to say about it- also #remember the requests are open and i'd love to hear who you guys want for the last 4 or 5 (idk how many are left my brain is too tired) #as sir gyu said 'i'm so tired- i'm so tired- i'm so tired' i so vv much am- i aju niced too much- good night- #but after the 18th it should resume to normal until the 25th! :) #also if none of this is coherent- sorry- i need to go to bed- night-night!

[moldspicy]

trying to make something eusine related for silly fun times

#mold speaks #it’s wintertime and I been feeling inspired!! #it’s from the help of fluffs destiny bond project #so fluffs if you see this…..this is for you and thanmk you 🫵💥🌸🌸🌸✨✨✨ #it nothing SAD I SWEAR!!! ajKAHDSJJS just a nice little detail that I wasnt aware off which is helping with this current doodle

[spohkh]

ANNOUNCEMENT I AM WATCHING YURI ON ICE

OH MY GOD IS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME WATCHING IT?!?!?!?! OH MY GOD!!! ENJOY!!!!!! UGH ITS SO PERFECT!!!!

#THEEEEEEE PERFECT WINTERTIME WATCH!!! i need to rewatch it too!!! #UGH HAV FUN ITS THE BEST THING EVER #wecanbepirates #ask #FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW UR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS AT ANYTIME LIKE THOSE ARE MY BABIES

[fstbmp-a]

Should I just go on a semi-hiatus for the rest of the year...

#my kingdom ;; ooc #i have every intention of doing stuff but the wintertimes are not working well w/ the writing brain methinks #it'd give me a bit more flexibility at least since i wouldn't feel like i HAD to be here

[spider-man-2o99]

no pairings in mind but is it okay if you just write miguel + warmth ?? with a general rating ^_^

one guel for u, chief, fresh and toasty-warm off the presses 🙏 thank you for the ask!!!!

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Miguel seems utterly transfixed by the crackling flames in the fireplace, leaning so far forward from where he’s curled up that he’s halfway to slipping off the couch entirely. 

Something like a purr's thrumming in his chest, as he sits there Watching it: still as a statue, blanket slid off his shoulders, eyes round and reflecting bright orange-yellow light.

People don’t build fires like this anymore, by his time.

#millimeters-morales #spider-man #spider-man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #ask game #fic #spiders are exothermic this poor guy is probably almost always feeling chilly #come wintertime and he's sleeping under like a bajillion blankets #anyways this is how i integrate my hc that miguel's never seen a Real Actual Functioning Fireplace before w/ my hc that he Basks #if you've never seen an indoor fireplace be lit before....... god. it is hypnotizing

[dromaeo-sauridae]

IM GETTING TESTED FOR ARTHRITIS BTW 🎉

#this is a good thing #because my body is breaking down and i dont know why #ok ok im happy that this is happening but if they steal MORE FUCKING BLOOD FROM ME IM GONNA BE MAD #they already took so much of my blood and i know it was disease testing and they cant reuse it but come on!!! #i dont like getting my blood stolen! it feels gross and they make me sit there without moving cuz last time i tried to leave and PASSED OUT #i just hope they wont make me take anymore vampire medicine #at least its wintertime so it would be easier to deal with but it still sucks #personal i guess #sorry for medical ramblings but i have to deal with living in this body so yall have to deal with hearing about it!