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finn0cchio · 2 months
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Im so sick. So very sick [coff coff] whatever can i do, now that i am bedridden like a victorian child that has contracted tuberculosis? I do not have something to read... oh whatever shall i do? If only there was someone... a community, perhaps... willing to write some zukaang fluff for this poor and humble peasant.... oh curse this disgraceful illness.... curse my sad sad life.....
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ilovejuzi · 10 months
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Yeah sure let the snow reclaim me
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usual-pale · 5 months
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im captivated by him
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zolanort · 1 year
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he nose cold
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madamadragon · 5 months
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Cheng Yi in the snow is my new weakness
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babes-on-the-bench · 7 months
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halljavalge · 5 months
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Source: pinterest.com
ℍ𝐚𝓵l נ𝐀 𝔳คĻǤẸ
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williammarksommer · 1 year
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In The Snow
California
All The Time In The World
Hasselblad 500c/m
Kodak Ektar 100iso
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palatinewolfsblog · 1 year
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In the snow ...
A Tale of Advent
Snowflakes were falling as I visited one of our Advent markets.
Looked at all the big booths.
So many amazing things.
And saw an old man in a small booth with snow globes in all sizes.
"So beautiful.
May I?" I asked.
He gave me a friendly nod.
So i took one and looked at it more closely.
It seemed really old. Inside the holy couple, Mary and Joseph at the manger.
The colors still fresh.
The virgin in the dark blue dress looking at her child.
A tired smile on her lips.
A woman who had come a long way to find a safe place.
"Charming, isn't it?" He said.
"Rare to find in these days.
Reminds me of my youth."
"You are right." I replied.
"Seems they need a shelter from the cold
and i have one to offer.
So: How much do you want?"
"30 Euros."
"Don't have that much with me. Let's say - 20?"
"I give you 50. For my darling."
A voice came from behind.
A deep, dark voice that sounded like money.
And a high pitched female voice. "Oh Honey."
I turned and looked at the two.
A guy like Charles Napier, know what I mean.
And she - half his age. A schoolboys dream.
What connected them was their view of the world.
Cold and calculating.
And their warm fur coats. Must have cost a fortune.
"Hey" Said the man.
"Why you're looking at me?
Looking for trouble, i guess. Yes?
You gonna look pretty funny
trying to eat gingerbread with no teeth!"
All that in a Charles Napier tone, you know.
"Don't react." I said to myself. Just deadpan.
But inside I burst out laughing.
"OK. Then give me the ball."
Said the man
and waved a 100 Euro bill.
The dealer changed silently.
And the two left.
Heads held high.
So high they almost trampled
on a young woman standing on the corner.
A woman in a dark blue dress.
A child in her arms.
A tired smile on her lips.
Someone who had come a long way
and needed a safe place
a shelter from the cold.
Artwork and Poetry by @palatinewolfsblog
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bits-of-wit · 11 months
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spring-time-blog · 1 year
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chaotic-mystery · 5 months
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the first thing that comes to mind when i see your tumble is like a hot girl shit movie. like what would happen if you crossed mean girls and coyote ugly. the first thing that comes to mind when i see your discord is bubbles
Ella I am 🥹
Coyote ugly was and is my shit okay I love you
Tell me what you associate with me!
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safetea · 1 year
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happy things of the day: made bruschetta, talked to my friend, actually liked a drawing i did
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autobot2001 · 6 months
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Day 21; Found, but Is It Too Late?
Fandom; transformers Characters: Crosshairs, Drift, Jamie (OC), Cogman, Hound Rating: T Description; Crosshairs and Drift find Jamie. They contact Hounbd to help them. Drift is terrified they were too late, while Crosshairs hides how terrified he is.
Pt. 3 of 5 Pt. 2 here.
Angstober; just breathe Whumpober; blanket, found family AI-lesstober; oxygen deprivation OC-tober; doing something stupid Flufftober; soothing touch
Jamie tries to keep walking down the path in the woods and ignore the cold. She doesn't last long before falling into the snow. Struggling to get back up. Jamie realizes this was stupid while feeling like she's arguing with her own mind. Yes, I should be dead.
Crosshairs and Drift are terrified of the state Jamie will be in once they find her and that this will have to be reported even if they don't need the medics to help Jamie. Following a trail of footprints isn't easing their worry. It's been twenty-two years. Optimus wouldn't decide Jamie can't fight with us would he? Drift worries. If… she's alive.
The two mechs can't believe what they're looking at. Both remember what Jamie did on their vacation with their friends two years ago. And this is why I need to hide how I'm feeling. Crosshairs thinks, seeing how terrified Drift is. But I don't know how long I can keep this up. Crosshairs contacts Cogman to let him know Jamie has been found and Hound. Knowing Jasmine and Ratchet have their hands full with a preschooler. He thinks Hound will be enough to help them but wishes he could contact his sister. It's not just because it's two in the morning that he's thinking he better not contact her.
Hound is confused about why he's being called at two in the morning. "She what?!" He yells, waking up Ironhide, "frag, I'll be right there," the lamp turns on, "no time to explain. I'll tell you later." Within minutes, Hound rushes out the door. "You said 'she' Hound, that's all I need to hear to know what happened," Ironhide sighs, "damn it. Maybe I should go there. Crosshairs and Drift are going to be a wreck. Especially Drift."
Hound walks out of the groundbridge in his bipedal form. He can't believe what he's seeing. Not again. This is getting scary. He thinks, seeing Jamie lying in the snow. "She's unresponsive," Drift panics. Hound sees how worried Crosshairs is. He tells them to get Jamie on a stretcher and transforms. The two mechs get Jamie on a stretcher with a blanket, her the stretcher in the back of Hound's alt mode, and get in. Hound drives as fast as possible.
It's three thirty in the morning when the three get Jamie into the room Cogman set up. They know two hours in the cold is enough to kill, and Jamie being in the snow added to how quickly she was getting cold. Hound finding a pulse isn't reassuring as it's slow, and Jamie's oxygen level is at 85%. Without saying anything, Cogman shoves Crosshairs and Drift out of the room and closes the door behind them. "That's not going to help them," Hound argues, "they're traumatized. To the point where it doesn't matter if they're watching us or not." Crosshairs takes Drift to their room.
The two sit on the bed. "She's dying," Drift comments, terrified. Crosshairs hates feeling Drift trembling. Worried they will have a problem if he can't continue to hide how terrified he is. Crosshairs doesn't know what to say to get Drift to calm down. "I can't believe this is happening," Drift panics. Crosshairs hates hearing Drift hyperventilating. He carefully makes Drift lie on the bed. Crosshairs sits on his knees over Drift and puts his hands on Drift's shoulders. "Easy, look at me." Scrap, I can't say anything about Jamie this time. What to do? Crosshairs worries. "Just breathe." Crosshairs tries a breathing exercise. Drift takes a few minutes to relax. Crosshairs lies next to him, taking his hand. Crosshairs has found this helps Drift relax. The two worry about Jamie.
"We need to keep her warm constantly," Hound tells Cogman, "but I don't want to turn the living room into a temporary medbay. This electric blanket should work close to being by the fireplace. Also, the humidified air in the ventilator. She should be warm within an hour. Then we can get her off the vent," Hound sighs, "I can't believe she did this again." "I think you need to stay," Cogman comments, "even if she'll be ok by the end of the day. I don't think her guardians will be ok. Especially with the required discussion." Cogman and Hound go to check on Crosshairs and Drift.
The two see Crosshairs and Drift are asleep, holding hands. Evidence that Drift was crying is still present. The two hate how Crosshairs acted like he was ok. "I wish he'd stop doing that," Hound sighs, "he's hurting himself rather than helping Drift." The two leave the room. Hound goes back to monitoring Jamie, not looking forward to the meeting he'll have to arrange in six hours.
(To be continued)
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tacktikool · 1 year
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