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saw grass today. which was weird because I was out in the woods and the snow was up to my elbows. but I walked on some trails that had been shoveled and grass was poking through. it was green. why was it green. we've had sub-zero temperatures for 4 months. how is grass? green?
#it broke my brain#this winter has been so cold#last week it was -25c#this week it's only -5 on average and I keep thinking it's above the snow melting point#but it's not it's -5 I just forgot what temperatures that aren't freezing feels like#vitpost#I'm not complaining I LOVE cold. it's just. weird because after a few months I lose the ability to imagine#that this slumbering post apocalypse-like environment was green and alive once and will be so again#so seeing green grass was a bit jarring
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the what is cold/hot debate will always make me smile.. we r all victims of circumstance n there is joy 2 be found in that <3
#what is an average day for me is a heatwave elsewhere in the world bc of the everyday environment n how cool is that#80-90 is death for so many plants and animals around the world#i freeze my ass off every winter yet the irish could giggle at me all day long#and depending on places the temperature interacts with the environments differently#the world is so fun#anyways.txt
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What the goddamn actual fuck? Good morning, I guess.
#i was wondering if this was normal so i googled it and the average November temperature is about 40#so if this is foreshadowing for the entire winter idk if I'm gonna make it
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you know the climate is fucked when the UK is having to issue dangerous heat warnings tbh
#[ ramblings ]#this is why it annoys me when people joke about the uk being cold and rainy all the time#pls I wish it was I'd literally do anything for a good storm right now#instead we just get ridiculous extremes of weather with heatwaves all through the damn summer#and then below freezing temperatures for months and months in the winter#it's just so wild too that there are people who still deny climate change#and the impact we're having on the planet when we're literally living it#like do people not know what climate means?????#climate is essentially the 'usual' or 'average' expected conditions in any one place#the mere fact that the weather is becoming so unpredictable and hostile in so many places is evidence of changing climates
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Sure, it's absolutely normal that a couple of days ago it was 8°C (46,4F) above zero and now it's 8°C (17,6F) below. Oh, and this week it's going to be above zero again, great.
Just before New Year it was warm enough that I brought out what I'd normally wear in October. Just, not this October because this time you could have worn summer clothes still
I hate this. I'm afraid of how the spring and summer will look like, how badly this will affect crops, how much mosquitoes there will be. There will be draught again, probably.
But, yk. Absolutely normal, nothing to worry about. The snow did fall, so climate warming is cancelled obv
#winter#climate change#My grumbling#Winter surprised the drivers again - it actually came for a hot sec#Honestly these couple of days when the weather is suddenly at -13C during the night#But then I think we will come back to weirdly warm? Would be nice if now this all went normally#I love when it's cold#(ik weather =/= climate but this is about consistently higher than average temperatures for the last couple of months)#(and the sudden changes of it - which does happen normally too but tbh not in January and not from +8 to -8)#Yes yes this is europecentric but actually I live there#And I don't feel like shittposting about the weather in places I don't live sorry
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According to Von Buch the mean temperature of July (not the hottest month in the year) at Saltenfiord in Norway, is as high as 57°.8, and this place is actually 13° nearer the pole than Port Famine!¹
1 With respect to Tierra del Fuego, the results are reduced from the observations by Capt. King (Geographical Journal, 1830), and those taken on board the Beagle. For the Falkland Islands, I am indebted to Capt. Sulivan for the mean of the mean temperature (reduced from careful observation at midnight, 8 A.M., noon, and 8 P.M.) of the three hottest months, viz. December, January, and February. The temperature of Dublin is taken from Barton.
"Journal of Researches into the Natural History and Geology of the Countries Visited During the Voyage of H.M.S. Beagle Round the World, 1832-36" - Charles Darwin
#book quote#the voyage of the beagle#charles darwin#nonfiction#norway#saltenfjorden#tierra del fuego#falkland islands#dublin#temperatures#latitude#summer#winter#mean#average#fahrenheit#port famine#philip king#bartholomew sulivan#december#january#february#july#christian leopold von buch
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The Best News of Last Month
Sorry for being not active this month as I had some health problems. I'll start posting weekly now :) Meanwhile here's some good from last month
1. Widow donates $1 billion to medical school, giving free tuition forever
Ruth Gottesman surprised by her late husband's $1 billion in Berkshire stock, decides to donate it in full to the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx, New York City's poorest borough. The donation is intended to cover students' tuition indefinitely, ensuring access to medical education for generations.
A video capturing students' emotional reactions to the news, cheering and crying, circulated after the announcement, highlighting the profound impact of the donation on the medical school community.
2. Electric school buses outperform diesel in extreme cold
In Colorado's West Grand School District, electric school buses outperformed their diesel counterparts, particularly in the bitterly cold temperatures of towns like Kremmling, where morning temperatures can drop below -30 degrees Fahrenheit. Despite common concerns about reduced range in extreme weather, the electric buses maintained their battery charge even in these frigid conditions, providing reliable transportation for students.
This success has been welcomed by the school district, as diesel vehicles also face challenges in starting in Colorado's harsh winter weather.
3. Christian Bale unveils plans to build 12 foster homes in California
Christian Bale has led a tour round the new village in California where he plans to build 12 foster homes, as well as two studio flats to help children transition into independent living, and a 7,000 sq ft community centre.
The actor has spearheaded the building of a unique complex of facilities with the aim of keeping siblings in the foster care system together, and ideally under the same roof.
4. Average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome has increased from 25 years in 1983 to 60 years today
Today the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome is approximately 60 years.
As recently as 1983, the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome was 25 years. The dramatic increase to 60 years is largely due to the end of the inhumane practice of institutionalizing people with Down syndrome.
5. Greece legalises same-sex marriage
Greece has become the first Christian Orthodox-majority country to legalise same-sex marriage. Same-sex couples will now also be legally allowed to adopt children after Thursday's 176-76 vote in parliament.
Prime Minister Kyriakos Mitsotakis said the new law would "boldly abolish a serious inequality".
6. Massachusetts police K9 tracks scent for over 2 miles to find missing 12-year-old in freezing cold
A Massachusetts police K9 followed her nose to help find a 12-year-old who went missing in frigid temperatures last week, tracking the child’s scent for over two miles, authorities said.
K9 Biza, a female German shepherd, was called on to help after officers learned the child left their home at around 10:30 p.m. Wednesday and was last seen in the Pakachoag Hill area of Auburn, the Auburn Police Department said.
7. Good News for the Socially Anxious: People Like You a Lot More Than You Think They Do, New Research Confirms
The "Lake Wobegon effect" or "illusory superiority" phenomenon highlights people's tendency to overestimate their abilities, but recent research suggests that in social interactions, individuals often underestimate their likability and charm.
Studies indicate that people consistently fail to recognize signals of others' liking toward them, leading to a "liking gap" where individuals believe they are less likable than they actually are.
Techniques such as focusing more on others during conversations and genuinely expressing interest in them can help alleviate social anxiety by shifting the focus away from self-criticism. Ultimately, understanding that others may also experience similar anxieties can lead to a more relaxed and enjoyable social experience.
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Hand Warmers
Lando x Fem!Reader
*ੈ✩‧₊˚warnings: swearing, mentions of boobs and touching them, super short, no use of y/n, I'm American (I think that should be a warning 🤷♀️ ), images used are not mine as are from pinterest, possible grammatical errors (its late and I have brain rot from little sleep)
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚summary: its cold and Landos hands need to be warmed
.ೃ࿐request: Can you do a lando x reader
where reader doesn’t want to let go of his hand but she need to open something with both (or whatever you can think of) and she put his hand on top of her boob and something like that ??
Please if you have the time
*ੈ✩‧₊˚Note: Feel free to let me know if something is wrong or weird. Also feel free to request something
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Lando had been holding your hand hostage the whole day, refusing to let go despite the inconvenience. As the day progressed, his hold on your hand tightened. It was impossible to escape his hold, even as you ate your lunch, having to beg to be let go to use the bathroom. His only excuse was the freezing temperature, claiming that your hands were warmer than his and you had to help him warm up.
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The cold winter weather had taken over your apartment despite having closed the door immediately after waking in. It was more frigid than the average year, and the abundance of layers did nothing to keep you warm as you lay on the couch cuddled with your boyfriend. “I think we should turn the heater on.”
“I don’t want to get up; this is comfortable, plus your hands are warm,” Lando grumbled into the side of your neck, pulling you closer to himself to prevent you from leaving.
“Don’t."
“What? I’m not doing anything. We can warm each other up. I don’t want to let you go,” his hold on your hands tightened, placing a few kisses on your neck, snuggling closer to you.
While Lando had always been clingy, more so during the cold winter days, this was a new extreme. His cold hands firmly gripped your own, a continued desperate attempt to keep you from leaving his side. "I promise to come back once the heater is turned on."
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise," you reassure him, feeling his grip loosen, and finally, you break free. You could feel his eyes on you, closely watching as you walked to the heater and turned it on. He was skeptical about the promise you had made. The way his eyes followed your every move proved that.
"You're taking too long," he complained, voice whiny as he sat up in his spot, grabby hands reaching out in your direction. The slower you walked back to him, the more childlike he became. His pout only increased as he realized you were purposefully taking your time.
"You're being mean," he continued to whine, only stopping when you finally sat next to him again, hands immediately grabbing your own. He briefly let go of your hand to turn on the television, quickly grabbing and kissing them.
"Don't you think you've held my hand enough?"
"No, I think I've held your hand for too little," he says, slightly pouting again, leaning forward to press a light kiss to your lips. This was always his tactic for getting what he wanted. The constant pouting and occasional kisses were well-known to you. It was almost expected from him, especially when things weren't going exactly the way he wanted them to.
"Let go, Lando," you said, refusing to fall victim to his ploy– knowing that if you allowed him to get away with this, he would only use it against you.
"Noooo," he said, voice high and whiny, squeezing your hand tighter, peppering your face with kisses, gently stroking your hands.
"It's getting warmer in here," you struggle against him, letting out a sigh of relief as he finally lets go of your hands. This was a victory in your eyes, though you knew it would be a short-lived victory– Lando being a very persistent person.
"I'm still cold," he says after a few minutes, resting his hand on your waist.
“You’re annoying,” you say, moving his hands under your shirt and placing them on your breasts, shivering at the freezing touch, “You're fucking freezing.”
“Yeah, but I'm definitely getting warmer,” he gently squeezes your boobs, stealing their warmth for himself.
"At my expense," you say, your body beginning to relax as Lando's hands warmed themselves between your breasts and bra.
"You're the one who offered," he continues to softly but firmly massage and squeeze them, "I think these might be the best hand warmers."
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#f1 fanfic#lando norris x reader#f1 imagine#f1 x you#f1 x reader#lando norris fanfic#lando norris imagine#f1 x female reader#f1 x y/n#lando norris x y/n#f1 fic#lando norris x you
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Some alarming climate news as of June 2023
Antarctica, which is in the dead of winter, has unexpectedly failed to reform its winter sea ice. This is an exceptional deviation from the norm that has left scientists dumbfounded.
The entire NE Atlantic Ocean is experiencing its most significant marine heatwave ever…by far. That area had never been a full 1°C above the 1951-1980 average. It has suddenly jumped to 1.7°C above that average.
A powerful heatwave has overtaken southern North America for weeks on end, with places like Texas and northern Mexico breaking daily record high temperatures.
In the Caribbean Sea and Gulf of Mexico, sea surface temperatures are extremely high. Water temperatures are in the *90s* by the Florida coast, Miami keeps breaking daily record heat index values, and a major coral bleaching event will soon be underway.
The Canadian 2023 Wildfire Season will not let up, with nearly all annual records falling before we even reach the midpoint of the season. No Canadian wildfire season had ever produced 12 terawatts (TW) of fire radiative power. 2023 has produced 18TW.
Dramatic flood events have begun striking various countries around the world simultaneously this week.
El Niño has rapidly developed in recent months as sea surface temperatures across the equatorial east Pacific skyrocket. As of yet, El Niño has not impacted global weather conditions. That will change in a few months.
All of these events have culminated in June 2023, easily being the hottest June in Earth’s recorded history. Likely the hottest June in 115k-120k years when Earth was last this hot.
#important#current events#news#environment#climate#climate change#climate justice#environmentalism#environmental justice#global warming#activism#climate crisis#climate news
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delirious
does a confession count when it comes from someone delirious with fever?
alhaitham x reader
you’re clearly sick with fever, you know it, alhaitham knows it, and even your professor to whom you’ve never said a single word knows it. so why are you, wearing a black mask, coughing up a lung, and a second away from sleep, in lecture?
alhaitham has his own hypotheses to that particular question, but the fact remains is that there’s still about ten more minutes of lecture and he doesn’t know if you’re going to make it. not because of death—at least, he certainly hopes not—but because he meant it when he said you’re a whisp away from dreamland. one blink might send you head first into a fever dream, and you honestly think you might be in one when alhaitham silently packs his bag and silently moves through the lecture hall to sit next to you.
“what are you doing?” you whisper.
“taking you home.”
you cough before responding, and alhaitham cringes at the sound.
“home?”
“back to the dorm,” he clarifies.
you and alhaitham both live in the same dorm, though you only realized it when he came knocking on your door, with only the message of “you’re being too loud, i’m trying to study, please quiet down” when you opened it. your roommate was understandably annoyed by his obtrusiveness, and you were too, to an extent. until you told your roommate the very next day you thought he was cute and recognized him from lecture.
a lost cause, your roommate called you.
a lost cause was right.
“why?” you ask again through another cough.
alhaitham shrugs. “consider it me doing something nice.”
“but you’re not nice?”
alhaitham raises an eyebrow. your face is pale and laced with confusion, and if the statement didn’t come out as a sincere question, alhaitham would be much more offended. presently, he’s a little miffed—of course he’s nice, just when he wants to be, which may or may not be less than the average person—and has just realized something very interesting.
you don’t have much of a filter when sick with fever.
you’re also not very… present. he had to nudge you when the lecture ended and the professor started packing up. he had to subsequently coax you to pack up, because you told him you were so tired you could fall asleep right there and then.
“you can’t do that.”
“but why?”
“it’s too warm in here and lecture chairs are uncomfortable, and another class is coming in.”
“i don’t care,” you told him, a pout gracing your features.
“well, i do,” alhaitham says, standing. he looks down at you. “now, are you going to let me walk you back or are you doing to stay?”
“stay.”
so you have a streak of stubbornness when you’re sick, too. alhaitham rolls his eyes and starts packing your stuff himself, tossing in your laptop (which hasn’t been touched the entire lecture) and notebook (which also has remained unopened) and even takes your phone, plopping it in before zippering the bag shut, tossing it over his shoulder, and heading towards the exit.
it takes you a second in your hazed state to realize what happened before you pull yourself up and out of your seat and into the hallway. alhaitham’s nowhere to be found and you’re about to unleash a string of curses on his good name before you hear footsteps behind you.
“ready to go?”
you glare at him. “isn’t it a crime to mess with someone who’s sick?”
“a crime? no. morally wrong? maybe.” alhaitham shrugs, a slight smile tugging on his lips. “but that’s something for the philosophers to decide.”
you huff as you walk along side him, out of the lecture hall and onto the main campus. it’s a cold winter afternoon and you pull your sweatshirt around you tighter. maybe you wouldn’t have gotten sick if you didn’t insist on not wearing a winter coat when the temperature is near freezing. but then again, if you hadn’t gotten sick, then this serendipitous exchange might not have occurred.
as if reading your thoughts, alhaitham asks, “did your forget your jacket?”
“i didn’t wear one.”
“why not?”
“i am immune to the cold.”
“i assume that’s why your sick.”
“i’m not sick,” you tell him. a following series of coughs proves you wrong and has alhaitham raising his eyebrows. “okay, maybe i’m a little sick.”
“maybe just a little,” alhaitham agrees with you.
you spend the remainder of the short walk in silence, and it’s only when alhaitham leaves your side to open the door to your dorm that you realize you’re back. you think that, if this were any other time, you’d be thrilled and blushing that your crush walked you back to your dorm. he even insisted upon it. a part of you is, but it’s unfortunate you can’t outwardly show it—that is, you don’t really have the energy to.
you also can’t believe this is actually happening and real. your mind is currently afloat in a realm of feverish haze, a sign that you need a nap, but before you can unlock your dorm door, alhaitham pauses ourside of it.
he clears his throat and looks down at you staring up at him, like he’s a comet in the sky. “why did you come to lecture today? you’re clearly not feeling well.”
you stare at him through a sick-filled haze, like you might currently be lost in a fever dream you can’t quite wake up from. like you don’t know if it’s him asking or a fragment of your feverish imagination playing a trick on you.
“because i wanted to see you.”
the words, said so innocently, echo in alhaitham’s ears. you look as if you’ve either forgotten what you just said or unsure if you said anything at all. in the back of his mind, alhaitham wonders if him prying you for your feelings on him would also be a moral debate for the philosophers, but decides to press a little harder, dig a little deeper.
“why did you want to see me?”
“because…” you hesitate, tilt your head, consider the question. “because i like you?”
like the statement from earlier, it comes out as a question. as if it’s something obvious that you’re having a hard time believing alhaitham doesn’t know. as if it’s a simple truth, like the sky is blue, so simple it shouldn’t need explanation.
if you weren’t so sick right now, you might have blushed and looked down at your shoes before blinking up at him through your eyelashes and saying something coy. but like alhaitham realized earlier, you have little to no filter right now.
“i’m going to take a nap,” you tell him, before unlocking your door, waving goodbye, and shutting it firmly in his face.
alhaitham blinks, looks around for a second, then focused on your closed dorm door. he thought you might have liked him—especially when you started glancing at him more during lecture, and even asked to be his partner for a homework assignment. but could he really trust a confession from you in your addled state?
alhaitham shrugs and turns away from the door and walks down the hallway to his own room. when he enters, his roommate looks at him inquisitively, because alhaitham’s blushing, and alhaitham never blushes like this, but he brushes him off. alhaitham decides he’ll ask you again for confirmation when you’ve recovered, just to make sure.
but now he’s starting to feel sick, and wonders if he also might have a fever—from whatever sickness you have or a newfound lovesickness, he can only hypothesize. (it’s probably the latter.)
#genshin impact#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact x reader#genshin headcanons#genshin impact fluff#genshin fluff#genshin imagines#genshin x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin impact alhaitham headcanons#alhaitham headcanon#alhaitham headcanons#alhaitham imagines#alhaitham x you#alhaitham fluff#alhaitham x reader#al haitham fluff#genshin impact alhaitham#alhaitham#al haitam x reader#alhaitham x y/n#alhaitham imagine#genshin impact imagines
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Acclimation is actually an insane thing that our bodies do and its amazing how rapidly we adjust to a new environment.
It's like "Oh you wanna live in a place where the average temperature is literally 10 TIMES hotter than we're used to with almost 100% humidity so sweat isn't as effective? Ok give me a few days to adjust than we're good just some more sweat as we get used to it"
"What the fuck you wanna move to a place that's THOUSANDS OF FEET up in the air? A place without enough OXYGEN for you to function fuck...Ok give me a few days to MAKE MORE BLOOD AND MAKE YOUR HEART BIGGER then you'll be alright."
On a generational basis it's even funnier cause within a few dozen generations we can actually adapt to like any environment. People from Africa and Aboriginals are usually darker because Melanin acts as sunscreen in a place where they get too much sun and during a time where people didn't wear many clothes or have indoor shelters like today.
But as humans migrated north to latitudes where the Sun isn't constantly raining down an endless beam of death and cancer and started to wear more clothes due to it being colder they started lacking in Vitamin D and that leads to a whole HOST of other health issues related to births, cancers and other shit so we started lessening the pigment in our Skin in order to get as much Vitamin D that we can. This happened within a few generations as far as we're aware and like this shit is happening on a SUPER Fast biological scale.
For a kinda poor metaphor, the rate at which humans adapt to massively different environments to best live in is like how Speed runners can complete OOT within like 5 minutes compared to the 27 hours it takes to beat casually
Edit:So apparently I am a dumbass when it comes to tempreture as the way we measure tempreture is not in fact liniar and is more logrimtic in nature than I was led to belive by math. There isn't a 10X increase in tempreture. But still you can go from living in Norway in the Winter to the Tropics/Sahara in a short period of time and our bodies adapt concerningly fast
#human#humans are cool#humans are awesome#anthropology#archeology#biology#learning#science#paleoanthropology#humans are weird#humans are space orcs
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Snow Angels... Kinda
Prompt: Simon is sent outside to shovel the snow from the driveway, and the little one joins him. Whether or not he's of help to his dad is another matter entirely. [Requested by @ertepla]
Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Spouse!Reader
Word Count: 0.9k
Warnings: expletives
Simon was usually the monument of speed and efficiency. Grocery store runs were completed in less than ten minutes, didn’t even need to call you for clarification. Could get dressed in all his winter attire in about 2 minutes, starting in pajamas and ending in what you called a tactical marshmallow. And the snow in the driveway stood no chance once he whipped out the shovel.
Except when it came to your son.
He had to set a timer when it was time for the boy’s baths, otherwise he and the one-and-a-half-year-old would spend an hour splashing and dunking toys.
Making dinner was still speedy, but if your son was strapped to his chest, both of them would get distracted. The boy would try to stick his hands in everything, and Simon would let him.
“He’ll be pissed off if I don’t let him eat plain flour, and he’ll be pissed off if I do let him. In one of these cases, he’ll learn that he doesn’t like plain flour.”
The little shit kept eating plain flour.
And even if Simon did everything wrong when distracted by your baby (not that he ever did, the perfect bastard), you’d never wish it any different. The gentle side of him was one of your favorite parts of him, and your son had never seen any other.
The pediatrician noted that your baby knew a good many more words than the average kid his age, and you (to Simon’s embarrassment) chalked it up to how much Simon spoke to him.
You heard the rustling of Simon’s winter gear, and immediately your son perked up.
“Dada?” he shouted.
More rustling and Simon looked in the doorway.
“Wassit, munchkin?”
You watched as the boy scrambled towards him, giggling.
“Do you want to help Dada with the snow?” you cooed, beaming.
Simon scooped him up and plastered his face in kisses. “Aw, little man’s always so helpful.” He glanced at the clock on the bookshelf. “But it’s almost his bedtime, innit? Alright if he comes with me?”
“Please. Tire him out so he’ll go to sleep.”
Simon chuckled and gave the boy a little toss in the air. “Let’s get you all bundled up, yeah?”
Simon took his time to bundle the boy up, with a sweater, a waterproof snowsuit, boots, a hat, a scarf, and mittens. The boy could barely walk in shoes, and you imagined there would be a lot of snow piles with a baby-shaped belly flop.
Simon would get two or three shovelfuls worth of snow into a pile, and then pause to see what the baby was doing. Putting snow in his mouth, and then spitting it out and whining at the temperature. Climbing up or sitting down in the piles. Trying to take the shovel from his dad.
Your husband sat the boy on the blade of the shovel and skidded him along the driveway. You could hear both of them laughing from inside.
Simon was about halfway through when your son tried walking again. Leaning onto furniture worked, but leaning into piles of unpacked snow was not helpful. With a squawk, he fell sideways into a pile.
Your husband turned at the squawk and belly laughed at the scene. Two kicking legs and nothing else.
He walked over and grabbed one of the flailing limbs. The boy’s snowy face came into view as Simon lifted him out of the pile with one hand, dusting him off a bit with the other.
Normally, a baby would cry. But his dad was laughing and asking his son cheerfully about what he was doing. And so the boy laughed and squealed and clapped his mittened hands.
“Simon Riley,” you hollered from the kitchen window.
He turned with a grin and gave the boy a little swing.
“Don’t you dare drop my damn baby.”
Simon pretended to do so, lowering the boy, and then pulling him back up. Then lowering him, then pulling him back up. Both of them laughed and laughed, and you pretended to gasp each time.
An hour later, the boy was fast asleep in his crib.
“Aw, he snores just like you,” teased Simon.
You swatted him. “Piss off. Good thing it’s not like yours, or the whole neighborhood would hate us.”
The two of you left the nursery and went to your own bedroom, where two heating pads lay in your respective spots.
You crawled into bed with a quiet sigh, and Simon did so with a loud series of groans and grumbles. You kicked his thigh.
“You’ve been a dad for a year and a half and you already sound like one.”
“Hell you talkin’ about?”
You imitated the noises he made earlier right in his face, and he covered your face with a pillow.
“My fuckin’ back hurts.”
“The baby’s that heavy that you hurt your back?”
“What? Nah, he’s easy to carry. Could throw him 50 meters. No, the snow is heavy.” He sighed and settled on his back, letting you curl up around him. “And I’m an old man, now, lovie.”
You hummed and closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his chest through his shirt and the steady beat of his heart. Then his chest jerked up and down rapidly with a chuckle, and you opened an eye in faux annoyance.
“Sorry, lovie, just remembering how he ate shit in the driveway.”
You both snickered at the Loony Tunes-type scene from earlier.
“The driveway is clear, but all the ground around it has his belly-flops and face-plants.”
“They’re snow angels, honey.”
A fresh bout of laughter at the comparison.
Posted: 2023 Dec 11
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Average Temperature Anomaly this Winter
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The Jacket
Part 2
Spencer Reid Fluff
Summery: when in Boston for a case in mid January reader regrets not being a warmer jacket.
Authors note: this is my first time I’m writing for Spencer Reid so please be nice if it’s not good. Comment or message me if you have any requests!
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You really thought the sweater you wore would be enough when you were sent to the crime scene with Reid. You should have expected it wouldn’t be when you heard you would be in Boston in the middle of January. Now you were left shivering as you tried to keep the media at bay.
You sighed lightly as snow started to fall around you. Shortly after Spencer joined you where you stood and spoke softly. “You look cold y/n. You know the average temperature in Boston in the winter is 43.5 degrees Fahrenheit. Right now the temperature says it is 30 degrees. Just below the temperature for snow.”
Some would find Reid’s statistic fact annoying at this time but it makes your heart swell as you look up at his lanky frame. “It feels like it’s colder. This sweater isn’t keeping anything warm.” You hug yourself gently as you look back towards the crowd.
After a brief moment of silence you start to speak again when you feel something being draped over your shoulders. You look fully toward Spencer and see him with one less layer on. “I wore a thick turtleneck today so take my jacket.” You know to Reid this is just a kind gesture to keep you from shivering in the cold. Yet you can’t help the blush that flushes your cheeks at the action.
“Thank you Spence.” You see a shy smile form on the young doctors face as he gives you a acknowledging nod. You dance in the warmth of your new jacket melting every time Spencer’s scent left on his jacket take over your senses. You don’t get to live in this moment long because you get pulled away to answer some questions to the press.
You finish up with the press and walk over to the SUV taking the brief moment of silence to check your phone. You’re quickly brought back to reality when Derek speaks behind you. “Hello Dr. Reid; you look like you’ve shrunk a bit.” You turn slowly and look around to see just what Derek is talking about. This action only makes him laugh lightly. “Did you get cold in the Boston weather y/n?”
You nod lightly use to Derek’s teasing. “I did. The snow may have something to do with that though.” Derek puts his hands up in defense. “Don’t get sassy with me. I was just wondering if that’s how you get your jacket Dr. Reid.” Your face of confusion turns to one caught in the act. You know that he knows you’re wearing Spencer’s jacket.
“How did you know this was Spencer’s jacket?” Derek laughs lightly. “You didn’t look at what the kid put on you? It’s the jacket Garcia made us all for Christmas with our last names on the back.” You’re heart swells at the thought of wearing something marked with Spencer’s name. Dereks laugh brings you back to reality. “You two are so hopelessly in love it’s kinda sickening.” You look down blushing a deep shade of red hearing him talk about your crush on Spencer. Your blush tried into a love sick smile as you think maybe Spencer wasn’t just trying to keep you warm on this snowy day.
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"there's snow on the ground where I live" same. except up until now winter temperatures were the highest they ever were and will still average out as such. moron
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I want to see Maxwell and Wilson spend the winter night in a tent together…
I think Maxwell can stand the cold well, he has pale skin…but on the other hand, I also think that he can’t stand the cold. because he is sooo old…….haha
Anyway, I think he has a lower body temperature than the average person. cold body…
Krampus Maxwell looks like Monster! I like that skin. It’s soooo goooood
bearding rabbit Wilson
I want to be good at draw well…
I’m embarrassed to say this, I want to be good at drawing well and I hope someone people love my drawings. (It’s not my fan art, my drawing by itself…)
I want to communicate with you.
I'm not familiar with tumblr yet, so I'm clumsy.
I’m sorry my Eng is not good😭
#dst#dst fanart#dst wilson#dst maxwell#maxwil#dst maxwil#don't starve together fanart#don't starve together
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